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#OiE: The Cult of the Dark Horse
GM Strangler
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>If you would like to join, make a sensible loadout here at:
innawoods.net
>And if you want to bring in something special or not on the list, ask to shop it in.

>When you're done, read over the Operator's Handbook:
http://pastebin.com/B4PD8nAi

>Or the Hoofbook if you wanna be a pony:
https://pastebin.com/SjEWsDfC

>Then jump into our IRC chat, #OiE on esper.net server or use:
http://esper.net/publicirc.php

>Overall Pastebin:
http://pastebin.com/u/PonyStrangler

>Fortress Map:
http://i.imgur.com/Nfy0UK4.png?2

>Bulletin Board:
https://pastebin.com/LnwZ7sdq

>Last Thread before moving offsite:
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/27955273/#28164143
>Offsite #OiE Collation:
https://pastebin.com/VajLrirg
>Offsite Gryphon Lands Collation:
https://pastebin.com/CXfcX3u2

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Welcome back, pony cowboys.
Anonymous
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everyone. i have some bad news... look at this...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IKr7bxC7W0

guys.... this is bad. 0% chance of CRYING LESBIANS this year?

that's a 100% chance of STALLIONGRAD MARE INVASION coming first... i.. i just can't do this anymore.

i've been an FOE supporter since 2012, when Kkat published the perfect fanfiction.. but this is just.. t.. too much.

i just can't take the risk. i'm s-so sorry, but... this is the end. i wish it wasn't, but... but i just knew it was too good to be.. true. this is the end of Fallout Equestria.

i used to be an FOE supporter, but after this... it looks like i'm gonna have to s... start shillin' for... Operators in Equestria.

i'm now r-r-re-ready for.. real.. Operators.....
Anonymous
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>>93188

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>>93188
I hate FOE series so this is good news for me
Anonymous
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>>93188
jews

Anonymous
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Uhmm.. what am I looking at?
Anonymous
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>>93198
(((Operators)))
Anonymous
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>>93187
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Anonymous
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>>93197
Operators in Equestria they are an old RP group from back in the early days of /mlp/ imagine /k/ meets /mlp/ it's pretty fucking legit
Anonymous
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>>93233
Sounds interesting.
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>>93236
It is
...when our GM isn't busy tending to his horses or doing lines
Duchess Pearl Lake
GM Strangler
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>>28116624
"You did not ask and I did not think of it at the moment, so there is no apology needed Zhun."
>Tipping her head in polite dismissal towards you, the Duchess' lips set in an unsure, amusingly wavy line.
"Well... at least two hundred years ago the Underground was directly funded from Canterlot's coffers along with the College. Princess Celestia's continued eccentricities, one being the allowance of her alternate ego and the second her contempt of both Lunar and Solar aligned ponies able to mingle freely contributed to them becoming somewhat isolationist as a result. As my mother's lineage comes from Stalliongrad royalty and my father's is barely Canterlotlian, I've little knowledge of their history, but they do make some impressive creations, several of which I've purchased to aid my sculpting."
>Unfolding a pink crystalline tea set from absolutely nowhere, or so it looked like, Amerose nudges a petite cup towards you, another towards Pearl Lake, leaving a third in front of Dancing's still slack face, and peering into her own with subdued calm, the Duchess corssing her forelegs, giving you a mock devious smile.
"An easy question, I prefer those. Since Razorback arrived in Canterlot, Starborn agents have been tracking seven confirmed humans outside of Razorback in Equestria. How do I know? I know which noses to boop. Three are probably related to other factions, two are virtually unknown, one lives in Caneighdia, and the last one was reported deceased some time ago in the Empire. Princess Luna circulated an order, a no-interdiction protocol I believe, to be put into place after her sister's explosive emotional outburst at the Palace. Starborn members are not allowed to make contact with a human unless they are given explicit approval from her grace, yet if a human presents a significant enough danger towards ponies that would warrant taking direct action, they are obliged to do anything necessary to rectify the situation. If such an action has been carried out, I have not heard of it. Mind you though, it is wrong to say that the Starborn are the true elites of the Lunar faction, they are hoof-picked for noteworthy talents, skills, knowledge, and are ranked according to increasingly difficult to succeed merits. Regardless, there are more true elites, such as that very hoofsome Captain of the Honor Guard I have had my eyes on for a few years now, than there are active in Equestria. The Nightmare herself has denounced those that say otherwise, which leads me to believe that the Starborn are simply more comfortable around her despite the necromarecy and whatnot."
>Raising an eyebrow at the Lorekeeper dumping tea leaves and spices into the pot, seemingly at random, the white earth mare turns her focus back to you, nodding in a short, pleased motion.
"An astute observation. Earth ponies around her age, between fourteen and twenty, expend their grief in equal parts rage, depression, and frustration, usually all at the same time. Her Mareguards have decreased the severity of losing both her mother and and such a vaunted friend in a short span of time, yet I must repeat my warning: such a severely imbalanced mental state in an earth pony is extremely dangerous. Especially if injured."
>The Duchess and Lorekeeper glance at each other, presumably from your third question, sharing questionable ear flicks, nose wiggles, and odd eye movements.
"..why are stallions always so eager and willing to get into trouble? Does he have any idea what he's asking?"
>Amerose places the small teapot on a flat heatstone disc, cracking an amused smile before rolling her eyes at you in a mock accusatory fashion.
"I do not know the answer to either question. I am only here to identify relics, answer questions, and provide information."
>Staring down at the table for a bit as the teapot warms, Pearl Lake exhales a long, dry sigh, lifting both hooves to press into her nose.
"Blasted Crystal ponies and their neutrality.. very well. Please let it be known that while I understand this predicament, somewhat, I simply do not know how to rectify it. What I can share is that the Atrium happens to be Canterlot Underground's only known access point. It is an enclosed diamond biosphere underneath Canterlot in what was once the main flood tunnel for the entire city, though I assume by now it would be greatly expanded. It serves as a hub of operations for preservationists and florists, but most importantly it is the only meeting place for social contact dealing with the Underground as a whole, so there should always be ponies there whom would know where her primary Mareguard, Astra Galus, is. She tends to the rare or nearly extinct flora relocated there and is otherwise a fairly well known Crystal pony mercenary-botanist, and no, I do not know how that works. She specializes in restoring Moors flora and has considerable skill in alchemy, but other than these bits of information I know little. However, rumors state she is rather.. unorthodox mare as she is never seen unarmored. According to a somewhat annoying pegasus that I have the displeasure of dealing with from time to time, she may be pro-Lunar due to her affiliations in Cairn Wharf, thus she could be open to negotiations."
Astra Galus
GM Strangler
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>>28135082
>While her hoof continues to poke at the marble underneath her, Astra's head tilts to the right curiously at the first question, her eyebrows raising.
"At the moment, this is why. We are able to communicate at reasonably comfortable levels of context and relation that are necessary to ensure civility. Ponies do not agree with the human 'need' to maintain one's ego, position, and mindset, even if not facing difficult circumstances. I am equally aware of the human needs for social contact, shelter, basic necessities, love, and more. I have come to understand the 'little white lie' as it is called, likewise the urges to maintain and improve the moods of others, the need to protect one's friends, family, even strangers, among many others. With ponies, the first is not liked but it is necessary, the second and third are basic decency."
>Lifting and waving the same hoof around in a small circle, the botanist frowns deeply, a twinge of annoyance crossing her face.
"I am well aware of human proclivities. I am also equally aware of Razorback's failures, and successes. By your own words you know the average pony's main ideological conflict with humans is merely that: conflicts based upon bias, preconcieved notions, rancor, and prior world habitation. While ponies have evolved in a manner not highly dissimiliar to humans, the basic establishment of cultures, civilizations, rules, laws, and more can be subjectively viewed that the main differences between you and I are simple matters of convenience, upbringing, and ideals. Ponies are rarely callous to the needs of others, so how does being upon another world create a responsibility in the human mind to at least be considerate, or does Razorback not have allies available to teach and guide them? Such answers will not be easy to come by."
>Ears flicking in discontent, Astra's visage becomes overtly negative as she sets her hoof down, the muscles in her jaw visibly tightening once.
"Whatever your organization could want would not be applicable here any longer. What makes your situation more difficult is that the average pony has done their best to understand the situation Razorback has, for the most part unwillingly, found itself in. I am reminded of the Canterlot royalty whom survived the Solar Tyrant's return in the Palace. What few of them survived, and were once willing to speak, can attest to the strangeness of human interactions. Nonetheless, by creating a self-isolated niche for humans, such frictions shall only continue to increase. Whether the failures of Razorback to integrate with ponies are open disrespect, a lack of foresight or leadership, an unwilling and frankly baffling resistance to self-preservation, or simple carelessness should be examined. I am not alone when I state that Equestria is beginning to look upon humans with morbid difficulty."
>Glancing past you to the armored scout vehicle, the Crystal mare pointedly lifts her nose.
"..I suggest taking your leave. I can feel my presence being demanded and I do not know how my mistress will respond to what you have shared."
GM Strangler
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>>28086883
>The white seal returns your stare by puffing it's cheeks out cutely, then snuggles back under the Mercenary Queen's bare yellow wing, managing to wave a flipper at your rearwards retreat.
>If anything, Shanis certainly had a unique taste in friends.
>Or the Dampener was kicking in multiple times.

>Uninterrupted save for the constant difficulty of navigation, upon entering the Library you find it was once again quiet, though the eerie sensation from earlier remained at the front door, your coat prickling and feathers becoming painfully stiff until reaching the stairwell in the rear.
>Standing in front of the Alchemy Lab door, two voices could be heard inside: the first, Hodch's droll, I-will-bore-ALL-the-students-to-death unicorn teaching tone in full force, the second an older, annoyed, exasperated, and potentially ready to commit a double homicide earth pony stallion.
"-ast time, you are looking for ponies that do not exist, and I am fairly certain that this is an awful joke. I am not going to help you with this inane request nor am I going to spend even more of my valuable time away from projects that are, quite frankly, life or death."
"Wipe that smug look off your face first. I came from your damned superiors in Canterlot who sent me around half the city to find you, only to learn you haven't shown up at your office in the Canterlot College for almost a year now, your Lunar friends in the Nightblade's Den couldn't tell me, and to top it all off you were the only unicorn recommended to me!"
"I'm allowed to be smug since I'm finishing a bit of research on potentially saving the life of what would otherwise be a permanently crippled human, and after that I'm thinking of cracking open a sealed casket in the grand pursuit of knowledge. Now, as for my 'superiors'? Buck them. I parted ways with the College when they decided that my spending more time with the Starborn was 'inconsiderate'. I would prefer to be comfortable among friends, not self-important faux rivals. Now, if you would please pick those damned thing off the table and leave, a pony vital to my efforts is waiting outside the door to make a delivery that will hopefully save one human's life."
>Hearing papers being crammed into something hurriedly, your nose is nearly brushed by the door slamming open, an oversized Day Guard saddlepack mostly obscuring your view of what might have been a stocky, dull white coated and teal maned earth stallion storming past you to the stairwell.
>Catching the end of a wistful sigh, Hodch's tone drops into a tired, dull inflection, followed by a curious meow.
"Come in Sunny, and yes, it's safe to sit there Nibbles. ..no? I haven't seen anything strange other than that son of a mule, a frighteningly large stack of mail from the Lunar Court, and one of the Royal Guard mares sleepwalking. I should probably have somepony go find her."
Matron Dayi
GM Strangler
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>>28171019
>Peering at Raidor with an inquisitive ear twitch, the gel Saddle Arabian shimmers as she nods, reflections of the glowstones in the pool giving her transparent body an amusing number of colors, then takes a seated position in the water.
"Manehattan? ..ah, the riverport city northwind of Stalliongrad. My knowledge of mainland Equestria is poor. You are quite far from home Captain, so business it is then."
>Examining the crates briefly, the Matron's face breaks into a pleasant expression, bowing her head in a short, firm motion, luckily without causing nausea-inducing jiggles across her body.
"Most excellent, my thanks to the both of you. Regardless, now the rest will have their own.. well, 'room' is a bit of a strange term considering-"
>Lifting a leg out of the water and rotating it in a circle to indicate the underground pool, then at herself, smiling brightly.
"How we must live now. As you can see it is rather difficult for us to, for lack of a better term, 'live' without being in constant contact with water. Fortunately as neither heat nor cold affects us negatively, and we are incapable of experiencing pain, thus why I relocated us here to take advantage of the natural hot springs. Perhaps one day we can compete with the Empire's spas, but I digress."

>>28171349
>Returning the wave with a polite, partial bow, Dayi's eyes close as she smiles merrily at you, the firmness of her unusual state at odds with the mare in the main tunnel.
>At least the vertigo from that one had finally subsided.
"I have little worry. These wonderful crates you humans have are much better as they can be sealed more easily. Our typical method to transport manabombs are within woven cloth satchels sealed by a minor Vortex rune to drain the air from inside. It is no surprise that Shanis pays fairly large sums to acquire even one. She does seem to be a sweet, if rather stiff and formal pegasus, however I am appreciative of her efforts to aid us in such short notice."
>Head tilting sideways, the shimmery mare glances you up and down once, a hoof lifting to poke at her chin, which surprisingly does not create any jiggles.
"To be quite honest I was expecting the Shieldmares and that goofy batpony, but I must say I am pleasantly surprised to see another human. When you return to Razorback, please let them know that our village stockpiles were safely recovered and delivered to our sisters in Lemongrass Tributary. Though we can no longer live as we had, give the other humans my utmost thanks for freeing us. With how little water was remaining in the well it would not have been long before whom knows what would have occurred to us. Perhaps we would have merely dried out, or perhaps worse."
>Poking her chin one last time, Matron Dayi lifts her shoulders, the motion transferring ripples into the water and causing a further series of color changes through her body.
"It is not a pleasant thought, but pay no mind. Now, since Shanis sent you both, do you wish to pick up a shipment immediately or shall I have it wait for a time?"
Captain Raidor
GM Jeff
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>>93372
"A quick visitation to Razorback has taken me somewhere... I would not have imagined. A surprising change of pace, to be honest."
>Raidor looks at the way the Matron moves her gooey hoof, and frowns slightly.
"It is a shame you are confined here. Manehattan has an entire coastline of waterfront, should you ever want to experience a different view of... living."
>The guard Captain twitches an ear at the last sentence addressed to Ivan and himself, and looks over at the human, expectedly.
"I believe we have time to bring a shipment back. What do you say, Ivan?"
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>>93341
>Seals everywhere, that'd be the last time she overdoses on Dampener unless she was literally dying.
>Her previous sadness all but forgotten, Sunny fluffed her wings in an attempt to chase of the errant feeling of...
>Magic?
>Yes, magic was used here, strange magic that lingered, felt wiggly and smelt ever so faintly of fear.
>Probably had something to do with that trenchcoat wearing mare earlier
>Adjusting the load on her back, Sunny had been about to enter the Alchemy Lab when she heard voices.
>Her first instinct was to eavesdrop, not out of any particular desire to pry, but because the more she knew...
>The second, and far more respectable instinct was to wait until the conversation was done. This did leave her conveniently in place to hear every word, but she doubted any of it pertained to her personall-
>And Hodch knew she was there, she might have known.
>Stepping out of the way of the Day Guard, Sunny took care not to drop her load of Changeling carapace segments and skull plates, entering the room shortly after.
"Where do you want these, si-."
>She caught her tongue this time, she had to stop with the military courtesy
"I may have brought back more than needed, The Hive is having significant storage problems."
Ivan the STALKER
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>>93372
>Listening to the gel pony talk, Ivan slowly nods along, debating on asking around Razorback about some of this stuff later. Or he could go read it in a book if someone wrote it down.
"We build to last, and... That doesn't exactly sound too safe. Especially if its dropped."
>Though he didn't exactly know what manabombs did, he probably didn't want to find out if it went off under his feet. He knew more than enough to know that anything with 'bomb' in the name tended to make STALKERs hurt.
"I'll certainly let them know."
>>93418
>Ivan idly remembers going to a beach once. Other than that, the swamps were the closest he's been to a large body of water before coming here. Looking over at Raidor, he shrugged and nodded.
"Sure, I don't see why not. Anything to keep out of the fortress for a bit longer."
>He hopes what he just said doesn't end up with another concussion.
also testing the posting thing out so ignore anything that shouldn't be here.
Pareidolia
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>>93339

>Pareidolia sighs heavily, picking himself back up and sealing his mask.
"I hope you understand that what I've shared is out of honesty, not ill will. There's just disagreement from human to human on what should be done."
>Opening the driver's door to the VBL, he seats himself and starts the engine. Upon determining that it operates successfully, he slowly revs it over the lip of the translocation matrix pad.
(Additional vehicle and equipment acquired. Troubling news for Razorback. New contact status remains uncertain.)
>Once the Remnant appears, he requests it take him to Razorback Fortress preferably to a point that can accommodate the vehicle.
Anonymous
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Zhun
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>>93338

>Picking up the tea cup, he inspects the work of it while listening to Pearl
"Necro...marecy? And I heard about that outburst at the Palace. Really shook everything up huh?"
>Hmm...tea time I suppose
>Zhun places his cup down
"So her guards are helping her cope? And it's understandable with her feelings being strained, especially after what happened recently."
>Zhun sneaks a look over at Dancing Eyes, still seeing if she is still here or still in that trance
>"Why is she dodging the question? Hell, I could bring witnesses to prove it."
>Zhun smirks at Amerose's neutral response and it frustrating Pearl
" Well...you might have a point. I did try to see what was wrong since I saw Dancing go from the Library and half-heartedly saved another human from getting a heart attack from the group. It's fine. Hell, I don't really know how to solve it either. Maybe through talking."
>"Atrium. Flood tunnel. Plants everywhere."
"So it's a giant garden? Sounds...nice really. So this Astra, hopefully she's more friendly than our...unfortunate pony. However, she might be Lunar-friendly because of Cairn Wharf?"
>Zhun huffs but casts a playful glance to Amerose
"Maybe comparing notes might not be a bad idea."

GM Strangler
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Cairn Wharf
GM Strangler
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>>28173321
>Folding one foreleg atop the other, Cho nods at you, or perhaps past you, her eyes glinting briefly in a minor twinge of malevolence.
"Ponies of Luna not like politic Bubba, but they hate be told what do much more. Cho not have answers for them, it not easy to live normal life after be in military."
>Lifting a forehoof and waving it in farewell, the dull blood red Japoneishsian turns back to her cooking station, pots clanking together merrily as she does so.
"Come back soon, you and Razorback always welcome in Cairn!"

>Poking out of the cook mare's shack in a reasonably careful search for nearby degeneracy, the pegasus mare squad was probably long gone considering the waves of cheerful batponies crowding the long dock, most of which passed by with friendly claw waves, although a few simply paused to blink at you tremendously curious before skittering on.
>Having replaced the earlier crowds of early night time pegasi, the Moorites in view were a mix of hunters, fishers, tradesponies, and, strangely, several batponies with overly laden saddlepacks that were recognized from the attempted auction slash grand theft in Las Pegasus' Undercity that went poorly due to Serra.
>Meandering through the crowds in search of what precisely you didn't know, you eventually find your way back to the main translocation dock where an impromptu ring of what appeared to be veterans had gathered, large hats passed around for what appeared to be the first fight's bet.
>Among the prospective combatants were a trio of unusually tall batponies, all three mares, each nearly as heavily muscled as the average earth ponies in the Day Guard were.
>The first, barely visible due to her dim shade of green with an unruly long mane, was eyeing the second, a droll faced orangish-brown coated mare, were less noticeable than the third: a frustratingly bright red that wavered somewhere between neon and glowing.
>It finally dawns on you that having paid so little attention to the confusing conundrum that is the species known as batponies, the only differences you could make out besides the height differences, standing roughly a head taller than the rest, were thicker coats, longer fangs, and having the same mane colors as their coats.
Bubba the Second
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>>96625
>He'll definitely come back around here... provided he doesn't end up getting introduced to the more degenerate mares.

>"How long was I in Cho's shack, again?"
>After a moment, Bubba just shrugs and finds a place to watch the mares fight it out, only taking quick looks at the hideously bright red mare because it hurt his eyes if he looked at her long enough.
>... And once he gets back to Razorback he might touch up on his batpony knowledge. For, y'know, science.
The Crystal City-State: On The Hunt
GM Strangler
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>>27882477
"Don't worry about it much, the one that never takes off his mask is going to help me out too."
>Catching Naliyna's tone darkening and mentioning something derogatory about stamps, whatever that meant, the rest is lost to the Vortex Remnant dragging you through one of it's many tunnels, or perhaps something worse considering Eldritch biology, into the Crystal City-State.

>Popping into what was certainly Northwest Residential, the oldest section of the city, and the one where Ponther had met an ignomious death in the depths of a destroyed two story house.
>Surprisingly, the streets were overflowing with small crowds of Crystal ponies, either heading to a party at the early late night hour, drunkenly struggling to get back home, or trying to help somepony less smashed reach safety.

>"Tonight is not my night, that is the first update I can give you. Warden has confirmed that fur wings of Hunter-Killers have scoured the entire Industrial district thoroughly, they've not found the Ward there but are now having 'difficulties' with one of the Ethereals, a Principian he thinks. There is a report coming from the leader of Blue Reach Squad that multiple blood trails have been located three, now two, blocks north and one block east of your current position. No, I did not, hold position, wait for reinforcements, and repeat your last."
>Sounding more than a bit frustrated, Princess Cadence pauses at several crackles, making herself heard over the Warden's incomprehensible static and the choruses of cheerful drinking songs beating through your helmet a quarter of a minute later, passing another block northbound through the crowds.
>"Blue Reach leader confirming numerous crystalline fragments scattered about alongside the blood trails. The does not THINK the fragments are from a Crystal pony, but they are ill equipped and unprepared to deal with strangeness. Continue three, now two blocks north, one block east. I have another patient arriving, speak later-"

>In the distance ahead, multiple squads of Wardens, whether Imperial or Kingdom aligned you couldn't tell, had blocked off the next four streets, easily seen flickers of crystalline spears, halberds, and even a few of the extraordinarily rare twin-beamed lances held at ready towards the east.

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GM Strangler
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>>27866094
>Awakened by a loud noise from a pleasant dream involving a large, pastel red wagon being pulled uphill by four-legged vampires, your eyes open to blearily process a pair of mid-thirties men in different uniforms staring down at you, both visibly expressing varying levels of humor, confidence, and a trace amount of something resembling concern.
>The first, in a spotted woodland camo, had a rather common looking pump-action shotgun slung over one shoulder that appeared nearly worn out, the second garbed in an unrecognizable, overly large brown and and grey striped uniform that was probably meant for night time use, the only visible weapon a crisply gleaming bolt-action hunting rifle of indeterminate caliber crossed over his back.
"He looks alive, but if he came from the Clinic that means Tipper had her hooves on him. I'll give him a hundred Bits he lasts the night if there were drugs involved."
"Comrade, he best be for living for I am not want to play with ghosts again."
>Turning to give the second man an incredulous stare, the first leans forwards to shake his right index finger with an angry, accusatory snarl.
"Cut that shit out man! Ghosts don't exist back on our worlds OR here!"
>Clicking his tongue once, the second stiffly shoves his hands inside the opposing sleeve, his voice openly respectful, yet vocally disagreeing.
"But colorful ponies of this world talk, yes? We see many talking and living thing in three years now, what so hard to think that ghosts here too? I say to you again, gleaming ghost with long hair knock on gate, but only Blades and I hear, so either comrade is not tune in with them or he is deaf."
>Throwing his hands up in the air, the first makes a noncommital noise of objection, then pivots back to give an exasperated sigh, reaching up to scratch at a shortly cropped crew cut.
"Yeah, like dragons and minotaurs and harpies and fuck all else I don't want to make friends with. Look here dude, if you are awake, but most importantly can move, you better head back to the Clinic for a checkup. Your bunk's about to be hot swapped and you don't wanna be here with the two sweaty jackasses that just came back from the swamps."
GM Strangler
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>>27762846
>Snorting back at your unseen grin, Ghost Jade wriggles her eyebrows in mischief.
"Trust me, most ponies look cute in socks, especially the colts. Some find them a little too attention getting for their tastes, especially in the Moors and big cities."
>Stretching her wing out in front of her nose, the gray mare watches it continue to twitch unabated, then pauses, her jaw tightening as she sets a concerned expression up at you.
"There's a slight difference between Planar abominations and.. real Abominations. If you ever run into the first you can usually run away without them being bothered by it, they're not all hostile, just the smallest, biggest, or crankiest ones. Barring that you can offer them something worthless to take their interest and they'll let you go. If you run into the second.. you'll wish you hadn't. Abominations don't tire and can't be killed by most means. At that point you'd better pray to the four goddesses that backup can arrive on time."
>Grinning and offering a nod in farewell, the pegasus lolls onto her side, legs stretching out with a relieved sigh.
"Don't worry about me, I woke up great. You just worry about not running into that creepy mare again."
>Making your way to the workshop guided by ever helpful signs, written in English and multiple languages that were beginning to hurt your head, and the all knowing descriptive icons of what each building is, you pass by a hardened steel building halfway into the ground, six sets of crudely put together antennae on top.
>Sitting in front of the only entrance on the north side was a rough looking half-bird, half-cat being in difficult to see deep blue body armor of an obviously medieval make, the armored tail waving back and forth.
>Beak clicking together, presumably in boredom, the catbird seemed oblivious to everything but you walking by, lifting an armored paw in greeting.
>The trip was losing focus, it seemed.
>Reaching the workshop once more, it was empty this time save for the sounds of sewing from the opposite corner, Krinza's voice calling out towards the door.
"Come in, I am not busy. However, if you are a mercenary seeking to rent a hoof shovel, the answer is no, I do not have any on hoof nor am I going to make one."
Surplus
iL3P7
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No.96664
96918
>>96662
>That endless dream felt like it lasted an eternity. Maybe it did. But he sure as shit wasn't sure what the hell these two were going on about, or how long he was out for.

"Tipper...? Oh, yeah... That's the doc, right?"

>Rubbing his head he shut his eyes again, doing his best to clear his head and figure out what was going on.

"Tipper gave me something... Strong as hell. Something for portal sickness. I've never tried drugs before, now I sure as hell won't try drugs ever."

>Shakily he tried to stand, steadying himself against a bunk.

"Is it bad to be scared to go back to that mare and ask her to check me again? I don't want another trip through the Kubrick Wormhole to watch myself die and be reborn."

>A few unsure steps as equilibrium returned. Finally getting his bearings, he started walking toward the Clinic in search of Tipper to confirm he was stable and wouldn't be suffering any more horrific side effects from chasing crazy horses wistfully through portals all day.
The Pegasi Tower
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
DBRMG
?
No.96669
96957
>>28131942
>Registering the command to leave it's current orbit in pursuit, the M-S.O.L.G.'s aperture camera makes a brief shaking motion, then is otherwise still.
>Lines of code scroll down the right side of the helmet's internal screen, none of which meant anything to you save for two small notations at the bottom: the exterior pressure was not only low, it was entirely composed of H2O.
>The second one was an inability to maneuver more than one degree per five seconds nor reinitiate it's thrusters, leading to the satellite querying whether it should attempt further movement.

>Comfortably lazing on the platform, for once not being bombarded by pegasi trying to eat Twisted's hay, or worse, cook on the heatstones strategically placed underneath each pile, the lens focuses in further on the conflict.
>The silver vessel was still continuing it's direct course into the Construct mothership, it's range counter ticking upwards rapidly while sustaining increasingly more accurate small plasma cannon fire, the glow from the larger weapons fading, presumably due to limited firing arcs intended for ship-to-Eldritch combat, or more likely, planetary bombardment.
>The vast majority of orange weapon fire ceases as a final double burst of white from the rear of the vessel coincides with it ramming into the mothership's hull, though at this range the M-S.O.L.G.'s lens was barely able to focus in far enough for a visual confirmation that the Construct ship was indeed pitching upwards, though at a considerably slow rate.
>Minutes tick by as the mothership finally ceases it's nose-up pitch, then the entire exterior surface brightens, multiple gigantic bay doors opening to disgorge streams of orange dots outwards, soon homing in on and covering the entire vessel.
The Clinic: Doctor Carlos, Receiving
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
DBRMG
?
No.96670
96876
>Allowing their horns to cool off, the cadre of healers, save for the lightning obsessed one, face each other to groan in unison, the lead cracking a merry yet dubiously harsh grin.
"Learn to appreciate humor for once in your lives you punless nags, that was an excellent joke."
>Ignoring the despondent grumbles, the lead mare eyes the see-through bag of fluid curiously, then turns to eye the unicorn currently gawking at, and through, Tipper's spell into Snakebite's upper legs.
"If every healer in Equestria could do this.. I will calculate the highest probability of correctional setting."
>Lifting a forehoof and carefully placing it on the first suture, a brief, cool pulse resonates in the air off the lead mare's horn, her snout scrunching in thought.
[1d6 = 6]
<M.Casting: Viral Analysis
"Based on previous analysis the liquification of his exterior tissues occurred somewhat above the boiling point of water. Only a few Tallus bacterium are able to survive beyond exposures of one hundred and thirty degrees. Those that can are native to the swamps and marshes of the Moors, the lowland jungles and rain forests of Saddle Arabia, the deep rain forests of Zebraica, and a couple other regions that are highly unlikely to have been visited. Those that could have survived at the current time would be Otherworldly or Planar, and I do not sense either. That is not a perfect guarantee, but I suspect there is a less than a zero-point-two percent chance of bacterial infection. Viral will be known soon though I have severe doubts on that due to lacking open wounds."
>Sitting back on her haunches, the assigned mare's eyes shut momentarily, opening to visibly wince, her front hooves rubbing together slowly.
"Sorry to say, but this one's definitely in my top ten worst cases. Six years of treating combat injuries and each one makes me wish I'd chosen the Alchemy Division. Short order: there's a few collapses besides the greenstick fractures, microfractures haven't quite compounded other fractures enough to warrant complete kanpri banding so I'd prefer using strands for precision alignment. Standard tractioning methods would cause further damage, but there is an upside: the damage is heavily localized over individual surfaces so the five of us will be able to mareually set and infuse each individual fracture between relocating marrow tissue. The down side is that he's going to need a consistent, rigid diet of easily digestible proteins, fats, lipids, minerals, amino acids, and vitamin complexes to recover. My overall medical opinion: his injuries are worse than they look and we need to operate immediately."
>Swiveling to make a professional sounding noise approximating that of a medical pony whom knew what she was doing, almost but not quite a soft neigh in fact, the lead mare's nostrils turn up triumphantly, gesturing at six long red lines traced on Snakebite's upper legs.
"Most excellent, then so we shall. Well, not excellent as in his lack of injuries, but excellent as in he is recoverable. The incisions are marked Doctor, but if you would prefer I have jade, obsidian, whitesteel, and diamondine surgical blades in my pack should you wish to use them over yours."
Matron Dayi
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
DBRMG
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No.96677
96888 97102
>>93418
>Lifting her eyebrows in silent acknowledgement, the Matron tips her head from side to side, visibly expressing distaste.
"To that I heartily agree. Visiting Tartarus Isle was eye opening to us all.. save for many overeager questions and requests to taste."
>Brushing her chin carefully with the semi-firm gel hoof, the mare's eyes squint humorously.
"I would not say we are confined, Captain. Though apt, it is more for our collective sanity at the moment, yet I will keep your offer at the forefront of my thoughts."

>>94015
>Rocking her hoof back and forth in the same motion a human does when they're waving something off, Dayi emits a quiet snort.
"Of course it is unsafe. We Saddle Arabians willingly live in striking distance of great danger, half to prove ourselves worthy to our ancestors. The other half is laziness, like any good pony out there, but I do appreciate such sturdy containers. Should Razorback be willing to sell some, and thusly deprive Shanis of her hoarding tendencies, I will most certainly buy them at a fair market price."
>Dipping her head in confirmation, the gel-mare's face brightens with a slight, acknowledging smile.
"As thanks, should the opportunity present itself I shall do my best to convince Lemongrass Village to sell a few manabombs per month to Razorback, if that pleases you."

>Lifting both hooves out of the water and clopping them together, the sound something like a wet blanket being slapped, the Matron's chest expands comically as she takes in a deep breath, then releases a barely heard string of whistles towards the tunnel leading upwards.
>Listening for a set of faint replies, Dayi rolls her eyes with some difficulty, then submerges herself in the water until only her head remains above the surface, her ears flicking in gratitude.
"My thanks to the both of you once more. Return to Est above, there will be two satchels of alchemical reagents for Shanis. It is a complex and difficult task for any of us to transport much more than a few pounds, that is aside from storing very light items inside our bodies. The idea is highly uncomfortable to the others, you see. But I digress again, you may leave as you will."
Hodch
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
DBRMG
?
No.96685
96757
>>93992
>Sprawled onto his side in the middle of an obviously new and highly plush chair, one that was probably meant for the average young minotaur instead of a unicorn, Hodch's head lifts, blinking at you slowly over a haphazardly repaired pink journal, pieces of tape covering most of the exterior.
>Sitting in the middle of the alchemy table was a dim green coated house cat, two bright yellow eyes staring at you in equal parts puzzlement, curiosity, and sleepiness.
>More precisely: it was a Moor cat, the shiny, leathery wings on it's sides ruffling the fur around them.
>Probably not a hallucination, though why was he talking to it?
>Meowing again, the Starborn snorts to himself, or perhaps at your near-slip, then lifts a hoof as you enter in the traditional, and amusing, unicorn motion for 'whatever you like'.
"I also doubt she'd like that, so no. Also, every time you say that from now on I'm going to pay you to stop. This time you get away with it, the next, you won't."
>Placing the journal down in front of him, the deep purple unicorn's eyebrows furrow together upon sighting the three chitin pieces.
>Holding the expression for a heartbeat, the unicorn's eyes roll, free hoof reaching up to rub the side of his head, speaking dimly, half at himself, half at you.
"Storage problems are the least of their worries. Last time Vanil was there he mentioned as much. Hmm.. one to save a life, one to potentially experiment on another with, and maybe even figure out how Changelings created the di-isolation cascade bands. Probably a safer option considering the sheer number of resonances that such Otherworldly bipeds have, though if he has an aberrant electromagnetic field or is suffering from electromagical stasis in conjunction with his injuries.."
>Shutting up at a huff, a purr, then a droll meow from the Moorcat, Hodch lets out a tired sigh as his horn pulses with a dim red glow, the earlier energetic tone probably having been faked, each of the Changeling plates lifted off and set next to the Moor cat.
"Please don't remind me, the Queen hasn't forgotten about the aphrodisiacs I 'neglected to mention', or rather forgot about being issued to the Knights. I'll worry about the little problems later, however, I will make sure Denra is on hoof in case of rejection. Then again most humans barely even register on the psionic scale. It's a wonder that we can even perform mental contact with them du-"
>Cut off by the Moor cat snicker-hissing quietly and flapping it's wings once, the unicorn stares up at the ceiling with a minor, amused shake of his head, his tone having finally reached pleasant status.
"I was about to say as much and no, I don't think she understands your language either. Thank you Miss Feathers. I've known Misel for years now, she's a bit odd considering her chosen profession. Misel is however irreplaceable as she is one of the more composed Changelings. Essentially her name means 'Myself-as-easel' from what I understand of Changeling language, which is not much, which partially explains why she has a tendency to paint herself. Did she have anything else to deliver?"
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
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No.96757
97111
1467153222272.jpg
>>96685
>Sunny found herself curious as to what the cat was talking about, but promptly thought better of it.
>Best not to know.
>Sunny merely stood still and allowed Hodch to voice his thoughts, she had zero comprehension as to what he was talking about.
>The magical sciences were best left to the unicorns who could actually make use of the knowledge.
>Meanwhile her face contorted somewhat at the string of unintelligible jargon.
>The mare could do little more than watch the exchange between the stallion and the winged cat, not even really understanding the half of the conversation she could hear.
>Let alone guess at what events they were referring to, though like earlier, she did not think she wanted to know.
>'Myself-as-easel'? The mare wondered if other Changeling names followed these conventions of shortening phrases into single words.
"She had a series of letters as you said she would."
>Reaching her wing back to rummage through her saddlebag, she (somehow) procured them from their depths with a level of prehensility that really should not be possible.
>Nevertheless, the letters were presented in a stack upon her outstretched wing towards Hodch.
"Along with contracts from Queen Chrysalis, research for miss Tipper to do on Changeling cores and a list of targets for, uh... Removal. Among others that I haven't read through."
>Twitching one of her ears to the side in a thoughtful gesture, Sunny continued.
"The Hive has accepted your request, forty Changelings are to be stationed here until the Marquis returns, they have their own supplies, all they need is some space."
Astra Galus
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
DBRMG
?
No.96866
97109
>>94129
"I do. That only proves the Councilierge's suspicions of humans were correct. Yet, I still believe Princess Celestia's initial plan was better."
>Rocking forwards to stand, the Crystal mercenary pushes the door open, taking several steps towards it, then stops, turning her head to smile chillingly.
"It is a shame that it shall never see the night, or day."
>Half-prancing through the entrance, the door slams closed after the mare.

>Finding the set of keys in the most obvious location, carelessly dangling from the visor, the Panhard cranks over in loud protest numerous times before finally starting, indicating it had sat untouched for quite some time.
>One of the Vortex eyes raises from the translocation stone, widening into a granite arch, though with one difference: the immediate view displayed was on the south side of the garage facing the double vehicle doors.
>Enveloping the VBL and immediately dropping it into the open space where the Ride normally sat, the odd gateway sinks down out of sight, and immediately shouting occurs, Krinza's easily identifiable voice followed by an angry mare that you hadn't heard before.
Duchess Pearl Lake
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
DBRMG
?
No.96867
148877
>>94521
>Briefly sharing raised eyebrows at each other, Amerose and the Duchess lift their shoulders at the same time, the second inhaling loudly through her nostrils while staring upwards, the look a distinct 'I can't believe this is happening'.
"I cannot believe Princess Celestia's language spell functions so poorly for humans. Lorekeeper, can you please explain?"
"Of course. Zhun, necromarecy is the proper term for the following capabilities and acts: interacting with Spectrals, speaking with ghosts or Revenants, summoning undead or Spectrals, binding undead or Spectrals, unbinding the same, as well as causing or curing spiritual afflictions, harming or healing the ka, or soul as you humans call it, of a living being, and a number of others that are lesser known."
>Bringing her head down to nod, Pearl Lake's lips quirk in an unrecognized motion, then waves a forehoof in a small circle.
"Correct, however I suspect that she is now at, or has passed, a tipping point, hence my warnings to you."
>Amerose leans over to stick her face in Dancing's vision, using her nose to boop the psion's once, then leans back to frown at the teapot warming quickly.
"I do not doubt she cannot remember what may have happened between them. There are approximately eleven Eldritch-classed enchantments which are capable of rendering a psion, especially a primal psion such as her, incapable of recall for a time, erasing memory for a few minutes, and the like. They have an equal number of negative effects, the most common of which being intense spikes of fear, unease, and nausea within a limited range. Judging by your explanations, I believe the mare in question has two or three such enchantments bound to her. As such, I must advise zero contact."
>Ears flicking in agreement at the Crystal mare, the Duchess swings about to hold her cup out, Amerose carefully filling it with a sweetly scented, steaming portion.
"I am unsure if a conservatory filled with all manners of rare, endangered, extinct, and potentially to-be-extinct flora, some of which are likely toxic, others directly hostile, and a rare few that are worse, could be considered nice, but yes. As for the botanist herself, she is affiliated with Cairn Wharf due to the number of oceanic vegetation that washes to shore, such as sea pumpkins and blue-striped kelp, both of which are considered delicacies, as well as large numbers of plants in the local bogs, marshes, swamps, and inlets that do not grow elsewhere. I am unfamiliar with the location itself save for the knowledge that it exists, is frequented by many of the smaller Ferron clan offshoots, regional batponies across the Moors, and a small number of... what are those ponies called again?"
>Pausing to poke at her chin, Amerose fills her own cup, then yours while the non-psion earth mare sighs.
"I do not know."
>Returning the glance with an equally humored ear wiggle, Amerose lifts her cup with both forehooves, daintily sniffing at the steam.
"You should bring a gift when negotiating. Crystal ponies, such as myself, Naliyna, or her rather large family, have certain protocols when it comes to appeasing another over a difficult event. Earth ponies, unfortunately-"
>Accentuated by squinting her eyes in what was slowly looking to become concern at Dancing Eyes, still mentally shut down in shock, or something else entirely.
"Are entirely problematic when it comes to forgiving the acts of another. Injuries are rarely forgotten, however."
The Clinic: Doctor Carlos, Operating
GM Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
nvbRB
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No.96876
202719
surgery_in_progress.jpg
>>96670
"Bueno. One less thing to worry, like foreign infections, to ruin all of our hard work."
>Casting aside side-drabble, Carlos removes the leg tractors and nods under his mask. He sagely soaks in the mares' information, as they were getting ready to put Snakebite under the knife once again.
[1d6+4 = 6]
<M.Research: Surgical Analysis
[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 5]

>Juan Carlos ponders the lead mare's offer for a second, before agreeing with her suggestion.
"Si, break them out. We'll need every advantage against the patient's new... hmm. Dermal layering."
>As the lead mare goes for her array of surgical tools, Carlos once again preps the incision areas with more antiseptic. New clean gloves come on, and the doctor looks over his varying selection of offered tools. He picks out a diamondine blade, adjusts the overhead lamp onto the incision marks, and set out additional retractors and gauze to soak up blood.
"This one should do nicely."
>Steadying his hand over the first set of dotted lines, Carlos begins his end of the surgery.
"Making first incision."
[1d6+4 = 10]
<M.Physician
[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 7]

[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 8]
<Lead Mare's Surgical Tool Set
[1d6+3 = 5]
<Juan's Surgical Tool Set
[1d6+15 = 19]
<Clinic Supplies
[1d6+20 = 25]
<Surgical Suite
Ivan the STALKER
!M.HwzzTElk
8x4Ht
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No.96888
97102 198005
>>96677
>Ivan listens to her, letting out a bit of a chuckle at that.
"Yeah, I definitely know what living next to danger is like. Though it's through stubbornness for me and my people, not laziness."
>At all hours of the day Ivan used to hear gunfire SOMEWHERE nearby in the Zone, no matter where he was. He thought for a moment, before shrugging.
"I think we could arrange something like that, if you want. Though I'm pretty sure you'd want someone with more experience in this place's currency to do it instead of me."
>Giving the gelpony a nod, Ivan walked over to the entrance and waited for Raidor, nodding for the pony to take the lead.
Cairn Wharf: Fight Club!
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
DBRMG
?
No.96903
96929
>>96643
>Realizing you didn't have a watch on hand, nor was there one on a hoof in view, it felt like you might have been in the restaurant for more than a little while, but certainly not a long time.
>Having an internal sense of time that wasn't helpful had definitely become a weakness.

>Eyeing the leagues of batponies and the few pegasi in sight for one that looked sturdy enough to sit on, the only ones that might have been able to bear your weight were the three odd mares, none certainly looked to be that friendly, at least at the moment.
>Ringing the translocation pad side of the dock were cut off tree stumps with small sticks poked into the outer ring facing the ocean, probably intended for ponies to sleep on without falling in.
>Noting one that looked comfortable enough height wise, by the time you manage to sit down, a happy blue and green striped batmare, obviously painted, stops in front of you, barely holding the collection hat up with both sets of wingclaws, visibly straining from the weight.
"Hello there, care to bet on who wins the first round? The odds I'm offering are two-to-one against Rest, the red one, or three-to-one on Soft-Kill, the weird orangey kinda one."
The Clinic: ?????
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
DBRMG
?
No.96918
>>96664
>The second man nods in the positive to your first question, and before he can speak, he's cut off by the first making a disgruntled half-sigh, half-groan.
"Tipsy, Tipper, whatever her name is, she's a weird horned horse that can't be truste-"
>Bringing a fist up, the Soviet second intentionally whiffs his punch, forcing the other to take a step back, hands in the air.
"Okay, okay! I give, all right?!"
"You shut mouth, let me speak, da?"
>Sniffing in disregard, the Soviet, or whatever he was, turns on heel to you, a calculating expression on his worn face.
"Nay comrade, or perhaps is neigh now, one never know right word here, 'tis lack of knowing small equine with better judgement than you for to run into warp gate many time. When get sick once from warping, you make sure never do again. Learn fast or else comrade."
>Placing his hands in his sleeves once more, the man lifts his shoulders in a weighty motion.
"No. There no other Doctor here, only medic, nurse, and strange pony that sell drink of healing most no like. If Doctor say to take drug, you take, or you not do well. She have good mind, judgement for treat sick and wounded. You put all trust on her and she help you, but if you not trust her.. you wake in place no human dare go. It not fun."
>Stepping aside to let you wobbily through the door, the second man beams a wide, potentially helpful smile, shutting the door as you leave.
"If you not reborn yet, then you will soon."

>Walking through the barrack building, there was an unusual chill in the air that you couldn't quite figure out.
>Whether it was from a quartet of humans in woodland camo all seated on one couch in the middle of what seemed to be a den, each staring over a hand of cards as you pass by, or the pastel neon pink winged pony on the opposite side dropping her own cards, an expression of sheer awe contorting her face.
>Strange.

>Exiting the barracks and turning south to the barely familiar looking Clinic, the chill becomes ever more noticeable.
>Reaching the only door to the building on the south and entering, seated in the receiving doctor's chair was a clash to your senses: an incredibly vivid carnelian colored pony, the mane half-garnet, half-aquamarine.
>Swiveling the lounge chair to face you, the mare's lightly glowing carnelian eyes, softly edged five pointed stars, blink once, twice, then widen rapidly.
>Both ears twitch spastically as the mare stiffly lifts a forehoof and points it at you, opening her mouth to speak in a an accusatory, young voice, one that somehow blurred the line between sensual, charming, and composed.
"You will go to the closest bed, remove the blanket, and cover yourself with it! Towels do NOT count as clothing human, and degenerate activities are not allowed in the Clinic, do I make myself clear?!"
Bubba the Second
!7/kmpYFBMA
8x4Ht
?
No.96929
198013
>>96903
>Bubba debates on the pros and cons of finding a watch out here that'll actually fit him while he searches for a place to sit back. Once doing so, and moving over to it, he looks down at the mare who seemed to materialize out of thin air.
>While Bubba wasn't a betting man by any means, he didn't have much else to do at the moment aside from going back to Razorback, so he decided to humor the mare.
"Ten bits on Rest winning."
>As he put the bits into her bulging past the brim hat, he took a glance around at the batponies.
>"Definitely going to need to research these guys better."
Clemency
!8cwM32LXUU
k88MP
?
No.96957
198012
>>96669
"Fast little thing, ain't it..."
>Clem mumbled as he spied on the silver vessel continuing its travel into the mothership
>Clem noted that the mothership itself is formidable
>Orbital cannons, for self-defense or bombardment from orbit
>"Has there been an incident of Construct bombings?"
>He then spies the mothership spewing out orange dots, soon covering the entire vessel
>Clem then truly begins to think to himself, inavertantly mumbling the words
>"Who here really knows about these Constructs? I feel like this is unprecedented."
>Clem begins to get his notes and jot down his observations of the construct ship, notable its cannons and behaviors, and the silver vessel
>More importantly to remember the ship better
>He then begins to head for the Library, to search for anything on past incidents with Constructs
Captain Raidor
GM Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
nvbRB
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No.97102
198005
>>96677
>>96888
>Raidor nods in agreement with Ivan, and looks over to the Matron as she dissolves into the pool.
"Then it appears we have time to make a delivery back to Shanis."
>The captain bows slightly to their hostess before turning and taking the lead out back the way they came.
"Come Ivan, so we can return to Razorback."
Pareidolia
!rpsCZWP//g
SMmmE
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No.97109
198018
.....5.jpg
>>96866

>Relieved to finally have returned to the compound, Pareidolia shuts off the engine and steps out to open the rear door.
>Carefully hefting the crate containing the Empire microscope, he carries it with him as he makes his way into the workshop proper.
(An argument? Something substantial? Morale and resources stretched thin enough as it is. Will need to inquire as to Celestia's original plan involving the original Razorback squad...)

>He ponders this as he looks around the workshop for the source of the shouting.
Alchemy Lab: Hodch & Nibbles, The Moor Cat Hero(ine)!
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
DBRMG
?
No.97111
97201
>>96757
>Pushing all three plates off the chair onto the floor, the Nightblade pushes himself up into a lazy sitting position and pulling the stack into his nose with a brief flicker of light.
"At least she doesn't jot down a page for every little piece of news like the moron writers in the Lunar Court."
>Phasing each letter out to quickly skim through, the left hoof lifts to rub as his chin, Hodch physically turns to face you with a relieved smile at the information, his eyebrows furrowing together upon passing over the official contracts.
"Was wondering when Shanis would finally make her way to the Hive. Then again she's been acting rather passive lately. I'm a bit surprised at the Queen asking Razorback for help, as a rule she tends to take care of problems quickly enough. Some work for Tipper in a new direction? She'd appreciate that at least, but.."
>Trailing off, notes of hesitance enter Hodch's voice, glancing with concern.
"Queen Chrysalis is not known for half-measures, Miss Feathers. This isn't an assassination list, it is, and I immediately quote, believe this is a who's who of ponies with direct ties to the Councilierge. No, I don't mean just in Canterlot, I mean the entirely of Equestria. There's a few on here that Fankil and myslef cleared. This could be monumental."
>Pausing at the last bit of news, the stallion's nose twitches in thought, then his ears suddenly raise, flicking incredulously and shouting aloud as he bolts upright, tone caught between alarm, anger, and confusion.
"HOW MANY CHANGELINGS!?"
>Snapping his teeth together in the customary earth pony motion, the unicorn's gaze snaps right to give the Moor cat a furious stare.
"Nibbles, which of those idiots talked to Roust?!"
>The feline's face twists in a surprisingly pony-like semblance of pain, lifting both paws to cover it's nose with a loud, audibly pained moan of despair.
"Well SOMEpony had to have convinced her otherwise it wouldn't be ten times the number, now would it! I asked for only four Changelings as a temporary measure should problems like three humans returning severely injured and one going missing along with their vehicle occurring, not four entire squads!"
>Grimacing at the despondent mew, the Starborn carefully shifts himself off the chair, gazing over to the Moor cat slumped onto her face staring at the table, and finally turns his head about to give you a barely coherent stare, accompanied by a haggard sigh.
"Forget it Nibbles, you'll be fine. Miss Feathers, in the interest of honesty it is my professional opinion that you should take the rest of the night off. I would also recommend you prepare yourself to give sworn, factual testimony to the Lunar Council that I and an associate will shortly commit a minimum of three and a potential maximum of who even cares at this point how many extraordinarily illegal acts involving the arcane abuses of necromarecy, a wholly unauthorized use of virgin pinksteel, several banned relics of criminally dubious origins, and an untested but potentially working theory of Changeling bio-transference. I'll take care of the contracts, you just.. do whatever."
>Lifting a hoof in solemn farewell, Hodch snags the three plates to float above his head, nudging the door open and skidding out with a derisive snort.
"If I'm lucky they'll force me to live on the Moon's surface for the rest of my soon-to-be extremely short life, won't that make them happy.""
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.97201
97205 199122
1467966355724.png
>>97111
>The pegasus simply stood there, mind wandering as Hodch went over the letters, only partially paying attention.
>Much of this wasn't anything she was familiar with beyond rumours and hearsay. Names she didn't recognise, ponies she wasn't too familiar with, political factions and their associated dramas.
>The mare had found herself preoccupied with the simmering of the alchemy station along the wall, planning her next alchemy experiment when Hodch's shout caused her to jump a little
"Huh?!"
>Too many Changelings? That's a strange problem to have.
"I'm sure you'll find a use for them. Who knows, it might lift some spirits having that many of them tumbling around."
>She reacted very little to being told of the questionable legality of what the unicorn intended to make of the skull plates she'd delivered. The mare thought the law could be tossed out of a window if the reasons were good enough, and saving lives was always a good reason.
>Sunny did not like the idea of being brought before a court to testify, however, scowling a little at the idea.
"I heard nothing, saw nothing, I wasn't here and I most certainly have no idea who this Hodch pony is anyway."
>'Do whatever', wasn't that what she'd been doing all night? Playing the part of a courier for most of the night didn't strike her as actual work. She'd find something else to do, after she finished fiddling with her potions.
>She waved a wing idly at Hodch in farewell before moving to the alchemy station.

>The binding agent was ready, possessing the maximum of three philiac chains that would attach to any potion mixed into it, allowing different mixtures to act in conjunction.
>She only intended to add the two she had already prepared, but who could really tell what the future held. She may find herself mixing something else in it later.
>The mare gave a side look to the flower that treant pony had gifted her earlier.
>It'd be a shame to destroy it for use in the potion, but perhaps she didn't need to, the pollen itself was rather potent on its own and the flower had a multitude of petals.
>She could use one, maybe.
>Sunny set to work, just a little excited at the prospect of finishing her project. Considering the odd properties the separate mixtures had taken on when completed, she really had no idea what to expect of the finished product.

650/999

[1d6+3 = 5]
< E. Alchemy
[1d6+3 = 4]

[1d6+3 = 4]

[1d6+6 = 11]
< Alchemy Lab

[1d6+4 = 10]
< Harlon's Archaic Diamond Alembic
[1d6+4 = 8]
< Harlon's Archaic Granite Condenser
[1d6+4 = 6]
< Harlon's Archaic Kanpri Calcinator
[1d6+4 = 7]
< Harlon's Archaic Steel Dry-Press
[1d6+4 = 7]
< Harlon's Archaic White Marble Retort
[1d6+4 = 6]
< Harlon's Archaic Whitesteel Mortar & Pestle

1/10

[1d6+3 = 7]
< E. Alchemy
[1d6+3 = 5]

[1d6+3 = 5]

[1d6+6 = 7]
< Alchemy Lab

[1d6+4 = 5]
< Harlon's Archaic Diamond Alembic
[1d6+4 = 5]
< Harlon's Archaic Granite Condenser
[1d6+4 = 10]
< Harlon's Archaic Kanpri Calcinator
[1d6+4 = 8]
< Harlon's Archaic Steel Dry-Press
[1d6+4 = 7]
< Harlon's Archaic White Marble Retort
[1d6+4 = 10]
< Harlon's Archaic Whitesteel Mortar & Pestle

2/10

>With the mixture almost at completion, Sunny carefully scraped a sample of the treant pony flower's pollen with the tip of her hoofboot's blade
>Adding it to the pestle along with a single petal delicately cut from the flower, she crushed and mixed the materials into a fine powder.
>Whatever was in it, it was strong, the scent alone was overpowering and enough to make her head spin a little, even without ingesting it.
>Part of her didn't want to risk ruining the potion by potentially making it hallucinogenic.
>Another part of her would regret not adding it after preparing the powder.
>Even as she thought about not doing it, her hooves and wings had already set to work mixing the powder into a small amount of highly energetic, long lasting fluids.
>Sunny just hoped the potion wouldn't incapacitate the imbiber if it became necessary to use it in a high risk area.

[1d6+3 = 8]
< E. Alchemy
[1d6+3 = 9]

[1d6+3 = 5]

[1d6+6 = 10]
< Alchemy Lab

[1d6+4 = 10]
< Harlon's Archaic Diamond Alembic
[1d6+4 = 8]
< Harlon's Archaic Granite Condenser
[1d6+4 = 9]
< Harlon's Archaic Kanpri Calcinator
[1d6+4 = 7]
< Harlon's Archaic Steel Dry-Press
[1d6+4 = 7]
< Harlon's Archaic White Marble Retort
[1d6+4 = 9]
< Harlon's Archaic Whitesteel Mortar & Pestle

3/10
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.97205
97208 199122
Something shines.jpg
>>97201
>Almost there, some minor slip ups were causing a setback, but this potion was inevitable.
>The pieces were in place, it was time for Sunny to make her move.
>Both her regeneration potion and her restoration potions had been strained and concentrated with their unique properties intact.
>A separate, temporary container held the potent additive created from powder derived from the treant pony's flower.
>The binding agent stood ready to accept the potions and its final ingredient.
>The healing energies present in even the separated mixtures was almost tangible.
>Dancing lights from the Regeneration mixture danced about wildly, near alive itself while the light cast from the Restoration mixture seemed intensified.
>Sunny's excitement welled, but was tempered with a sense of calm, hours of work and experimentation were about to come together. Years of learning the ways of alchemy, and time spent learning the more mystical aspects from a Zebra shaman were about to coalesce into the pegasus mare's crowning achievement.

800/999

[1d6+3 = 7]
< E. Alchemy
[1d6+3 = 7]

[1d6+3 = 7]

[1d6+6 = 7]
< Alchemy Lab

[1d6+4 = 6]
< Harlon's Archaic Diamond Alembic
[1d6+4 = 9]
< Harlon's Archaic Granite Condenser
[1d6+4 = 8]
< Harlon's Archaic Kanpri Calcinator
[1d6+4 = 6]
< Harlon's Archaic Steel Dry-Press
[1d6+4 = 7]
< Harlon's Archaic White Marble Retort
[1d6+4 = 7]
< Harlon's Archaic Whitesteel Mortar & Pestle

4/10

[1d6+3 = 8]
< E. Alchemy
[1d6+3 = 8]

[1d6+3 = 5]

[1d6+6 = 12]
< Alchemy Lab

[1d6+4 = 9]
< Harlon's Archaic Diamond Alembic
[1d6+4 = 10]
< Harlon's Archaic Granite Condenser
[1d6+4 = 7]
< Harlon's Archaic Kanpri Calcinator
[1d6+4 = 9]
< Harlon's Archaic Steel Dry-Press
[1d6+4 = 8]
< Harlon's Archaic White Marble Retort
[1d6+4 = 8]
< Harlon's Archaic Whitesteel Mortar & Pestle

5/10
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.97208
199122
Estrus Flask, Sunny D, Fresh Marecum, whatever, IT IS FINALLY COMPLETE.png
>>97205

>The potion itself was complete, the mixtures combining through the binding agent to become something greater than they could have been on their own.
>And yet, Sunny knew there was something missing, the potion would serve, but it was missing something vital.
>The light the mixture was casting off fell upon the pollen imbued liquid, casting a dark shadow behind it.
>Sunny knew the potion itself wasn't intelligent, that would be silly, but it contained too much of herself to say it wasn't alive and knew what it needed to be complete.
>Her blood, her tears, one of her feathers, certain /other/ fluids, and a heatstone ring worn by a primal psion.
>There was no way she could be certain, but Sunny had perhaps bound a piece of her own soul into the potion.
>As it was, it was like looking at a small fire, the heat it cast off was similarly like that of a fire.
>It was complete, but there was one final thing to add.
>One final effort was all that remained.

999/???

[1d6+3 = 7]
< E. Alchemy
[1d6+3 = 4]

[1d6+3 = 5]

[1d6+6 = 8]
< Alchemy Lab

[1d6+4 = 8]
< Harlon's Archaic Diamond Alembic
[1d6+4 = 9]
< Harlon's Archaic Granite Condenser
[1d6+4 = 5]
< Harlon's Archaic Kanpri Calcinator
[1d6+4 = 8]
< Harlon's Archaic Steel Dry-Press
[1d6+4 = 9]
< Harlon's Archaic White Marble Retort
[1d6+4 = 9]
< Harlon's Archaic Whitesteel Mortar & Pestle

6/10

>Just as the last drop of liquid pollen entered the clear crystal container, the mixture began to glow brighter and burn hotter, searing her eye.
>With a burst of light and a cloud of yellow gold tinted steam, Sunny scrambled and fell on her back as it quickly filled the room, yelling out as the light was blinding.
>It cast every shadow from the room, and even a decent few from outside as it pierced the windows.
>Still blinded, Sunny felt her way towards the Alchemy lab's window, coughing and pushing it open to let the steam escape out into the night.
>It wasn't that it was bad, in fact breathing it in felt soothing, like a healing potion its own, but there was too much of it.
>The light the potion cast off began to dissipate as the steam dispersed from the room.
>Sunny blinked spots from her eyes looking back at the desk, fearing she had destroyed the potion entirely.
>What she found instead was the clear crystal bottle, filled with a bright, highly animated golden yellow fluid.
>The finished potion sat there, seemingly placated that it had received its final ingredient.
>For the time being that is.
>The mare moved over to it wordlessly and stoppered it. It was bright, it was warm, it burned as she held it, but not a destructive burn.
>It was light in a bottle, not quite the light of the sun or the flame, but perhaps the light of the soul, of life. Sunny's in particular.
>And what was life but the capacity to heal?
>Cradling it carefully, the pegasus considered what she had done.
"My Aestus Flask..."
Do Metal Men Dream of Armored Sheep?
Indurian
!!CX9R.mSv1.
PpgLq
?
No.97613
199124
4d chess.jpg
"DAMN!"
>the knight slams his fist onto the table, sending chess pieces flying
>the large Minotaur demon across from him leans back in his bone throne, laughing hard enough to shake dust from the obsidian ceiling above
"How is it that you ALWAYS win?!"
>the knight exclaims, thrusting a plated finger towards the imposing creature, his face twisting into a grimace filled with suspicion
>the horned being chuckles this time, leaning forward and placing both elbows on the proportionally tiny table between them, his long, crocodile-like maw cracking into a devious smile
["Well, good sir knight, while I surely must commend you in respect to your guts, where it concerns your wits, you leave much to be desired!"]
"And pray tell what thou might mean?!"
>the demon's grin widens even more, his long, black tongue wagging with his words
["Why, old friend, if you must ask me this question, it would mean, to me, that even were I to tell you, you may never understand."]
>the knight leans back in his chair, hand grasping at his beard, lost in thought for a moment, before a sudden spark of realization washes over his face, extending one finger in the air and opening his mouth to speak
"AHA! I hath derived the answer!"
>the demon leans forwards once more, both hands holding up his long chin in a coy, but patient gesture
["Yes? And what has this dutiful mortal pieced together just now?"]
>the knight makes a wide, dramatic, sweeping gesture with his hand, ending with his arm and index finger fully extended straight at the demon, his metal digit nearly brushing the creature's oddly-shaped nose
>his intense gaze now fixed upon the creature, the knight boldly proclaims
"THOU ART MOCKING ME!"
>Andrammelech releases a raucous sigh of indignation, contemplating his cruel fate aloud
["Oh, woe is me, to be trapped in here with one so dull!"]
GryphonLands -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
oMaj0
?
No.98014
98148
Back outside the wind blew against Adons furry friend fondly, giving a hint to its actual bodily outline. It leaned forward on the edge of his shoulder to point towards where the Order presumably was, and between here and there was a mountain the Chiqtu had escaped from.
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
nvbRB
?
No.98148
98385
>>98014
>The Witcher tracks the little Chiqtu's paw toward the mountain its been so fixated on.
"There it is. Just a bit of a walk, now."
>Adon routes the quickest path out of the gryphon town and toward their destination, the snow and wind doing much help for his traveling speed.
"I have to ask, is what Taurom said about that armor increasing your intelligence true? Need to know what you want to do, when it comes time to remove it."
fuBAN
?
No.98377
[1d6 = 1]

[1d6+2 = 5]

The L.O.N.T
fuBAN
?
No.98383
199144
1491460244472.png
>>96656

>"Huh, so this is where he died...oh that reminds me, need to visit his grave after this is done." He thought as he weaved between the throngs of party going ponies to continue his search.
>Hearing that the Industrial District was cleared gave Lont some relief, meant the search area was smaller then. Though his new-found optimism deflated a tad when he heard of an Ethereal being a bully towards the Batponies that were helping the Crystal ponies that they were allies of. "Bad to hear from your end but good that the Industrial District can be written off." Spying the Warden squads cordoning off the streets he asked. "Can it be ascertained from the blood trail where she is going, is there a Matrice or certain building they are leading towards?"

>With a new lead Lont gunned Northeast, visualizing a map in his head so to follow the directions and reach where the fresh blood lay. While doing so he still kept an eye out on the groups of ponies he past by, just in case the target tried to sneak past. "By the way, as a Ward shouldn't she be able to heal herself and thus stop the bleeding?"

[1d6+4 = 7]
E.Driving
[1d6+4 = 7]

[1d6+4 = 7]

[1d6 = 4]
E.Perception
[1d6 = 3]

[1d6 = 4]

[1d6+1 = 4]
>H.E


GryphonLands, Vale -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
fuBAN
?
No.98385
99373
>>98148

>Garnering attention, now that a dressed up Chiqtu was riding his shoulder, Adon felt like he was back in the Overkings' palace with how passing Gryphons turned their heads to gawk. For its part the fluffball remained as calm as possible, even though its shaking were felt through Adons armour.

>Looking at it for an explanation the Chiqtu pantomimed its little heart out but Adon could not decipher what it was trying to say about when it will be freed from the suit.

>Following the direction that led him out of the Vale and towards the one specific mountain brought the Witcher into a small fortified outpost filled with camping Militia Gryphons, many not batting an eye at him.

>At the far side of the outpost lay an erected wall, that had a barred and locked gate guarded by several heavily armed catbirds.
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
nvbRB
?
No.99373
101049
>>98385
>Looking over the militia outpost, Adon thinks over his options for a moment.
>The guards could've seen the unicorn pass by, but the Aanfang gryphons hate the Order and would have chased him at the very least he figured.
>Seeing as it couldn't hurt to ask, Adon walks into the middle of the open militia camp and addresses all of the disinterested gryphons in earshot of him.
"I'm looking for a unicorn of the Order, that might be taking shelter at the adjacent mountain. Would any of you know of their whereabouts?"
>The Witcher repeats the question, in Gryphonic, and scans the militia members for any responses.
Anfang -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
mDDpN
?
No.101049
101572
>>99373

>Moving towards the closet group Adon saw that they did not budge from the highly animated fire they huddled around. It was quite cold yes, and he might not be the first human they've seen either.
>As he came to a stop in front of the them the Witchers' Medallion vibrated hard, the presence of magic quite focused on this flock.

>Whether the wind or his question, the Gryphons collective plumage bristled, one of them eventually, probably their leader with how armoured they were, spoke up.
"Haven't seen any friendly unicorns, or ponies for that matter, inna while. All of them coming here trying to get into the Vale, idiots."
>She said in perfect Common, even with you addressing her in Gryphonic.
"Why you asking?"
>The Chiqtu on your shoulder folded into its self for warmth, or to lower its profile.
Anonymous
PEJZB
?
No.101492
>>93187
>no tec 9 to go with my sawed off double barrel
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
nvbRB
?
No.101572
105481
>>101049
>Adon takes notice of his medallion reacting to the group of gryphons and sets his curiosity aside, assuming they had an enchanter or sorcerer amongst them.
>After his general inquiry, the Witcher focuses on an armored female gryphon who addressed him and motions to his perched companion on his shoulder.
>He was going to be a bit of a jerk and claim 'Witcher business', but he ultimately knew no one here would take such an authoritative threat seriously. So he decided to be honest.
"I'm looking into it, after helping Taurom with something in her warehouse. Me and this little guy are heading for one that put him in this enchanted armor, to get it removed. Tell me, would you happen to know what members of the Order are usually like in general?"
Anfang -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
dVRPt
?
No.105481
153590
>>101572

>Adons words got a few beaks and eyes turning towards him, curiosity driving them. The Gryhponess tilted her head in confusion, staring at Adon then the suited Chiqtu then back to him again.
"What...?"
>Rubbing her feathered forehead with a wing she concentrated.
"Alright, whatever, too hungry to care. Besides you did business with Taurom so eh."
>Stepping aside from in front of the Witcher she used the same wing to point out to the expansive mountain range beyond Anfangs walls.
"Past these mountains lay the Orders state, a whole country of angry limp-dicked ponies with outrageous egos. Well, more so than usual compared other equines.-"
>That will jab got a few chuckles from her comrades.
"-If you're looking to find somepony in that shithole good luck, they'll impale you before you even knew what hit ya. Happened to the last human, and he only survived because he was better armoured and had a Greccian too."

GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
DBRMG
?
No.110297
Numerous technical difficulties have occurred. A decision has to be made in extremis without the potential for undue interference, so, our hopes now rest upon the RNG Alicorn benevolence, May She Ever Be Merciful, Kind, & Wise. And not fuck this up too horribly like the last time.
[1d3 = 1]

Anonymous
JXoAQ
?
No.117434
124190
Bump
Anonymous
cGzar
?
No.124190
Rick-astley.jpg
>>117434

Anonymous
JXoAQ
?
No.148755
Bump
Anonymous
Fx1MH
?
No.148771
>>93187
UwU whats this?
Zhun
!4dxUsoYqQ6
k88MP
?
No.148877
199145
>>96867
"Hmmm..."
>"She'll be stubborn and I need to find a gift? It's really is like back home."
>Zhun looks at the stream of tea fill his cup, inhaling the aroma and mentally try to discern the type of tea
"Still means you do have protocols."
>"Maybe find a plant for her. Something nice."
>Zhun shifts his eyes over to Dancing Eyes
"She's going to be fine right? Seems like I stressed her or something."
Anonymous
tcVmf
?
No.150864
153665
Dank_0397df_5623546[1].jpg

Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
cgmeN
?
No.153590
155142
>>105481
>The female gryphon points toward the mountain range, Adon cracking a smirk at the gryphons' collective insult to ponies in general. It really didn't take him much to understand differences between the two species.
"So definitely not hospitable, good to know. Luckily, I only need to find one on top of a mountain. Thanks for the insight."
>Adon gives the gryphoness a curt nod, and to her compatriots as well.
"I should get going. Want to try and get back before nightfall."
>The Witcher cuts back through the camp and back onto their previous path towards the mountain, motioning the Chiqtu on his shoulder.
"Back on track, you. Lead the way."
Anonymous
TY32u
?
No.153665
>>150864
Blitzkrieg who?
Anfang -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
p0zw2
?
No.155142
156346
>>153590

"Uh huh, right. Good luck with whatever human."
>She flicked a wing to Adon then returned to her spot at the fire, only to caw and smack some other Gryphon out of her spot.
>Once outside Anfang the Witcher saw there was a snow covered channel leading to a steep drop off that he surely could climb, with smaller rocky paths that cracked away into the jagged sides of the bordering mountains nearby.
>Prompted, the Chiqtu jumped off Adons shoulder, making a shaped hole in the 1ft of snow. Head sticking up and out of its new snow den, the fluffy creature pointed towards a set of mountains off in the distance beyond the drop off. Within those several mountains was one that had a light blue hue to it, coincidentally it was the largest too.
>The Chiqtu pointed directly at that one, and Adon read it to be at least a several hour hike through harsh terrain.
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
cgmeN
?
No.156346
156667
>>155142
>Adon leaves the militia camp, having gained a bit of insight on this Order that he might be crossing paths with.
>Hopefully he'd only have to deal with one of them.
>On top of a mountain.
>He can certainly handle that, even in his weakened state.
>The Witcher watches the chiqtu dive into the knee-deep snow, and point toward one mountain with a blue glow on top of it.
>At least he had warm clothes on. Looks like he's going to be trudging along for this little creature for a bit longer.
"Onwards then. Lead the way."
Anfang -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
GjGDu
?
No.156667
163471 163579
>>156346

>And so the little Chiqtu did, its metal plating muffled by the foot deep snow. Despite being buried in it and having white fur, Adon was able to follow it easily as he was lead down the mountain by using long and narrow routes only it seemed to know of. Perhaps this was how it escaped and entered the Vale without being eaten.
>Four hours later of climbing down natural grooves between snow covered slabs of rock the Witcher found thin softwood trees spreading out before him, surrounded by impassible mountainsides. He was at the bottom, the Chiqtu had led him down a shortcut right to sea level.
>Speaking of which, he felt the fuzzball climb up his clothing back onto his shoulder, where it pointed into the forest.
>And above that, and the encompassing mountain range, was the destination, still appearing large and blue, but closer than before.
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
nvbRB
?
No.163471
>>156667
>Travel time tended to drift when he took long trips, especially when he'd go into a trance on horseback.
>Almost like he'd pick a spot on a map and instantly warp to it.
>Damn, he missed Scorpio…
>He and his companion finally found themselves at the base of a forest, leading to the mountain range to their destination.
>Being shown the only way was through said forest, Adon creases a side of his face and presses forward with his furry little travel buddy.
[1d6 = 2]
<B.Perception
[1d6 = 2]

Anfang -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
GjGDu
?
No.163579
163853
1533415685675.jpg
>>156667

>The Chiqtu jumped off Adons shoulder and into the snow covered ground, where it landed the Witcher saw there was a layer of solid grass underneath the blanket of white.
>It roamed ahead, though not too far for him to lose track of it.
>Observing his environment as he marched through the snow he soon saw that, wildlife wise, there was next to nothing. Apart from some small chirping birds that were no doubt migrating, larger fauna was non-existent in this sequestered wood.
>All in all, it made the trip dull for a while.
>Until the Chiqtu burst out of the snow squeaking at Adon, a limb pointing in the direction they were heading.
>Thick smoke wafted from between the softwood trees two dozen metres ahead, the faint sound of audible speech was heard also when he focused.
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
nvbRB
?
No.163853
164075
>>163579
"Come on, where are you going?"
>Something definitely had the small creature's attention, and he's cursing himself he didn't pick up at all.
>Adon keeps up with his little armored pal through the forest.
>Which was very bleakly empty, but not surprising.
>An empty forest was usually a bad sign. Usually meant something dangerous was inhabiting the area.
>Or it was just desolate.
>Until the Chiqtu stops and points at signs of a campfire, as well as voices around it.
"Slowly…"
>Adon hasn't tried it, yet, but he's heard there's a magic here that can turn one invisible if one concentrated enough.
>So the witcher focuses on being as quiet as possible, try to 'feel' not being visible.
[1d6 = 3]
<U.Stealth
>And slowly rounds the smoke, from a safe distance to observe.
[1d6 = 2]
<B.Perception
[1d6 = 4]

Anfang -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
GjGDu
?
No.164075
198083
>>163853

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PlMzZkxI6yc

>Kneeling down Adon concentrated, brow knitting together as he thought really really hard for the magic to happen. And to an extend it did, he felt through his armour and chilled flesh the sensation of silk running across his form. Eyes snapping open he found himself semi-transparent with what noise he made dulled.
>Looking back at the Chiqtu the Witcher saw it was borrowing deeper into the snow.
>Whatever worked for it…
>As he moved he noted the snow underfoot were not as disturbed as they should of been, defying known laws of physics.

>Keeping low the Witcher observed four individuals around a bonfire with flames reaching higher than the tallest of them, which was something.
>There were two Gryphons in unrecognisable scrapped together armour, a pony with a single horn jutting out of its head -A UNICORN!- And large humanoid with its upper body being that of a bull.
>They were conversing with each other, weapons close by but not at the ready.
>What caught Adon by surprise was they were not alone, twenty creatures were bound together and tied to one of the rare hardwood trees that populated this forest.
>There were a few Gryphons but the rest were equines. And from what he could hear, the captors were discussing on eating one. Joking maybe.
>Adon felt the Chiqtu tug at him, wanting his attention.
Matron Dayi
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.198005
198085 198157
>>96888
>Eliciting a murmured snicker from the gel-pony, Dayi's ears roll about in wide, merry farewell motions.
"Any such containers will be most useful if we must be transported elsewhere once more, and do not worry, I shall ensure proper payment for even one."

>>97102
"Do be careful Captain, Tartarus is a little too welcoming to those of high stations."
>Making a short, humored incline of her head in Raidor's direction, dull glows spread throughout the stone pool, the Matron likely having tired from maintaining a compact physical form.

>Trudging up the tunnel back to the T-junction, Est was nowhere to be seen, and thankfully nor were there any more eye-straining, hard to understand gel ponies in attendance.
>Atop the desk laid a pair of small green satchels, thin strips of woven roots tying off the tops, along with a single paper placed between them.
Razorback Library
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.198012
199357
>>96957
>Doodling in the notebook until everything looked about right, the feed from the miniature satellite returns to the original wide focus while the information scrolling across the screen ceases, the reduced threat level causing most of its offensive functions to go on standby.
>Climbing down the Tower, you're mildly interrupted by an unusual number of Tartarus armored mercenaries flitting around the Tower heading north towards the wall, though none of them were familiar or even paused to greet you.

>Reaching the Library unmolested, it seemed closed down for the night as there was no activity besides a few large lantern gems still producing a pleasant mixture of soft red, purple, and blue lighting, perfect to read by.
>Searching through the historical shelves of the C section leads to finding a recently written index card with the word 'Construct' directing you to the relatively empty lower R section where a large, unmistakable orange sphere had been placed in the center along with another card: 'The Rift'.
>Scanning the titles sorted out on Rift Construct history, the selection was noticeably small:
'A Solar Historian's Guide to Rift Construct Invasions'
'Lunar Military Findings: Construct Model Types & Designations Circa 29,940'
>Amusingly, this volume was 58 years old, and was probably a bit outdated by now.
'On Constructs: Close Combat Weapon Studies Volume 1'
'On Constructs: Ranged Weaponry Studies Volume 1'
'The Rift: Incursion Facts & Probable Theories'
'Therrost Lisle Harpy Translations, the Isle of Wind Conflict'

>Next to the few historical volumes was a long list of book titles, written in Spiral's unmistakable, impeccable Common Equestrian.
Cairn Wharf: Fight Club!
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.198013
200120
>>96929
"Ten on Rest, twenty if she wins, forty if she takes first round, but the hat splits if she goes for a double!"
>Flashing a fruit-eater's smile while the hat sinks just that tiny bit lower in her claws, the bookie bat turns her head slightly to peer at the three odd mares facing each other.
"Somepony from the Arena said those are Dusk Striders like the mare that started a shop here. I dunno if it's true but they're sure pulling a crowd. Gotta go though, more bets to take!"
>Snickering gleefully, the painted mare scurries back into the crowd, disappearing with that annoying ease of blending in that every batpony was required to have.

>The crowd's noise level settles into a low pitched hum of whispers, aside from an errant snicker or kek here and there, and immediately the trio of unusual batponies blur together inside the impromptu circle.
>For the first time tonight, the entire Cairn goes silent, not one of the hundreds of ponies moving, instead focused on the flashes of large white fangs, colored hooves pounding into flesh, trios of wingclaws whistling through air, and thin streaks of blood jetting into the air, the unexpectedly rapid onslaught of violence stunning to behold.
[1d6 = 5]
<Rest
[1d6 = 4]
<Soft-Kill
[1d6 = 5]
<?????
Razorback Workshop
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.198018
198030
>>97109
>Upon stepping out of the Panhard, the unmistakable crunch and sensation of small loose rock occurs under your boots, ending a few feet from the vehicle.
>That was definitely odd.

>Easily narrowing the location down to somewhere near Krinza's furnace, the unseen argument, definitely in unicorn due to the aery notes, ceases as the grandmaster smith's tone shifts from enraged to mildly angry, afterwards followed by what could be a blade scraping across metal.
"Whomever is responsible for turning that entire section of flooring into gravel had best get Bren in here to repair it quickly, but as for y-"
>Cut off by the mare's haughty voice resounding from underneath what was once Spiral's cluttered notebook table, and above, a large, stainless steel revolver and what suspiciously appeared to be a black F2000 were visibly pointed down over the edge.
>Barely a moment after the mare's sentence, a stack of unfinished weapons, ranging from common combat knives to an unusually large axe head, are lifted by a yellow glow, Krinza shouting once more.
"You have been taking extraordinarily difficult to acquire materials without asking or replacing them! Had you done either before now I would not consider throwing you in a furnace!"
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.198030
199149
.....1.jpg
>>198018
>Pareidolia pauses in the doorway as the exchange continues. He looks at the gravel beneath the Panhard then back to the floating array of weapons brandished between the two.
[That explains the change... Is that my weapon?]
>He slowly sets his box down while peering under Spiral's table to identify this mystery mare.
[Always another issue. Another miscommunication. More human derived strife. Tiring.]
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.198083
198288
>>164075
>Looking over his faint outline, Adon wrinkles his brow at the apparent magic working. But he had heard it working far better than this. The form completely invisible, footsteps virtually silent. He decides to double down on his attempts, to make himself even more unnoticeable.
[1d6 = 2]
<U.Stealth

>As he stops his approach of the group by the bonfire to observe each one, he thinks over their appearance. Two gryphons, a unicorn, and... he guesses that's what a minotaur looked like. Hulking beast of a creature; he hopes he didn't have to try and fight it. Could the unicorn possibly be the one he was looking for? If they were of this so-called Order, their armor didn't look the part. What they were doing with other creatures herded, he didn't know.
>Before Adon can think on the subject any more his little friend tugged at his pants, and he obliged with a low whispering tone.
"What is it? Is that the unicorn?"
Captain Raidor
GM Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.198085
198157 199183
>>198005
>Leading Ivan back up to the desk at the intersection, Raidor looks at the pair of satchels along with the note.
"This must be the package Dayi mentioned. We should check the note, first, just to be sure."
>Before he even touches the satchels, Raidor eyes the note and looks over its context.
Ivan the STALKER
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.198157
199183 200393
>>198085
>>198005
>Taking one of the satchels up in his hand, Ivan idly nodded as he felt the weight inside.
"Of course. I'll let you do that, since I'm still not up to par with reading your language."
>Strapping the satchel around his torso, Ivan glanced around before waiting on Raidor to continue.
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
VB9vo
?
No.198288
198297
>>198083

>Adon double downs and...didn't get the result he wished for. It felt as if a full layer of the magical invisibility had slid off his form and melted back into the air, leaving him more exposed than before. The little Chiqtu facepalmed at this poor attempt, though the slavers did not notice this blunder thankfully.
>Looking intently at the unicorn for a moment, the Chiqtu shook its tiny puffy head. Not the right one it seemed. Then pointing towards the bound and huddled together captives the fuzzball gave Adon a quizzical look.
>It seemed the little bugger was concerned for them.
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.198297
198491
>>198288
>Damn, guess he still wasn't doing it right. A layer of translucency lifted from his arm, and shook it to try and get it to take. But no avail. The Witcher tries again, trying his damnedest to concentrate.
[1d6 = 2]
<U.Stealth

>Looking down at the Chiqtu, and back at the unicorn, it was clear it wasn't the one that had performed the spell on his little companion. Which was good since he didn't want to get into a confrontation with two gryphons, and that hulking minotaur as well.
>But its worried look toward the bound gryphons and ponies was what had Adon interested the most. Adon furrowed his snow-speckled brow, contemplating.
>It was a witcher's doctrine to stick to the contract he was given, and not get involved with any internal or political matters of the world around him.
>Adon whispers back at the Chiqtu, somewhat sternly.
"It's not our place. You want that armor off, right?"
>The Witcher looks back over at the supposed captors, squinting in eyes in thought. Monsters come in all forms.
"If I go over there and find out why that group's tied up, I can give you a signal if it's fine to free them. Then I'll leave it up to you to decide. Sound fair?"
>He looks back over at his white furry friend and unsheathes his trophy knife to hold it handle-first to the little creature.
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
kGREn
?
No.198491
198502
>>198297

>Tried as he might, Adon could not delve deeper into the Underdark like he did so before, still leaving himself in this new shallowness.

>Looking up at the Witcher.
>Then down at the armour on its small body.
>Then the group of captives on the other side of the fire.
>And then the small sword, the Chiqtu thought for a moment, rubbing its chin with a paw in a very human mannerism. Then nodded.
>Grabbing the glorified nail the little furball sunk into the snow, digging under its surface and from what Adon could tell tunnel in the direction of the prisoners.
>Well, that was as best an answer to be expected from something that could not talk.

[1d6+3 = 7]
>B.Stealth
[1d6+3 = 8]


Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.198502
199158
>>198491
>As the Chiqtu takes his knife and tunnels its way toward the prisoners, Adon utters under his breathe as it disappears under the snow.
'Shit, I didn't give it a signal too look for...'
>Figuring it'll end up freeing the captives either way, the Witcher figures he should at least hold up his end of his own bargain and draw the captor's attention to him.
>Standing up tall from his kneeling position, Adon concentrated on dropping whatever invisible spell he managed to conjure and crossed his arms in a chilly hunch as he began intentionally shuffles loudly through the snow and toward the four around the fire.
>He waits to catch their attention before he gives them a shivering wave in greeting from a safe distance.
"Hello there. Mind if a cold witcher warms up his bones for a while? I won't be any trouble."
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199122
199203
>>97201
>>97205
>>97208
>Somehow managing to completely miss the despondent Moor cat lying down in the alchemy table's center, the feline snaps its teeth at you, wings flapping once to propel it rearwards over the edge with a long, angry hiss.
>Even without knowing the language, the brief exchange sounded rather threatening.

>Roused from the stunning wonder you'd finished, the Alchemy Lab's door opens, heavy hoofboots slowly thumping in.
"Going to be occupied much longer? I have orders for sixty or so items to be completed before dawn."
>Trodding directly past towards the window, the voice's owner, obviously in the stages of early sleep deprivation, belonged to a mid-fifties Crystal mare clad in the standard Imperial Warden General's armor, helmet included, the flexible crystalline plating unusually scuffed.
>Lifting a foreleg to close the window, the mare turns about to face you with a mildly amused expression, her nose twitching curiously at the alchemical scents still lingering in the Lab.
"Normally when something blows up I'd expect more bodies."
Probably Not A Hallucination... Probably.
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199124
199291
>>97613
>Interrupting the next exchange between you and the demon, an audible pop fills the room with tiny threads of bright pink, followed by the disembodied voice of an older mare.
"Dull is better than overconfident at the least."
>Threads whirling about briefly, the bare outline of a pegasus takes shape next to the table, a single bright pink wingblade in the elongated shape of a tanto burning brightly as the mare gives the room several seconds of study.
"If this what a human's mind looks like on the inside.. well, allow me to introduce myself first."
>Lifting a foreleg in a passable salute before setting it down, the mare's head tilts left several inches before chuckling.
"Chief Alchemist Gale Ironmane of the Starborn, at your very temporary service. I was getting a bite to eat when somepony asked whether or not they should bury the dead human. Color me surprised to find a human with a.."
>Pausing to stare in what was most likely bafflement at Andra, the mare shrugs, then turns to frown at you.
"Whatever you are. Still, you aren't dead so you won't be buried. The only question I have is what exactly happened to you?"
The Crystal City-State: On The Hunt
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199144
199811
>>98383
(I cannot speak any longer, there are more patients arriving-)
>Easily sliding through the swarms of Crystal ponies without running into one, the Outrider's engine noise helping to provide enough warning, an irritated mental noise is given in regards to the first question, immediately followed by a grim, flickering image of pegasi strewn across an overfilled medical ward.
(Lont, I am BUSY! There are at least fifty patients still waiting and I have received no word from the Regimental healers! Just find and kill her!)
>Receiving an angered noise, the Princess' mental link to you is severed.

>Speeding by the first cordon of Wardens, what little you had time to spot was comprised of probably a hundred Kingdom Knights, their ostensibly superior weapons coupled with full helmets giving away their allegiance.
>None of the Knights turn in your direction, instead remaining locked in close defensive ranks standing guard at both crossing alleys.
>The second cordon was much the same save for being solely composed of Halberdiers; mixed in with the southern's ranks were two visibly taller and helmetless Knights, the first with a shortly cut, multicolor red streaked mane, the second having a long, annoyingly neon blue-green mane.
>Unlike the first two cordons, the third was a visible scene of very recent carnage: barely three ranks of visibly bloodied Lancers, Halberdiers, and a few Guardians faced into the east and west alleys, some missing large sections of armor plating, while several pockets of presumably wounded Wardens south of the alley entrances were undergoing frantic treatment from red robed healers.
>Adding to the grim scene were the bodies of perhaps forty recently slain Wardens scattered in front of the alley entrances, scores of empty bottles, bandage wraps, and chunks of crystal plate were strewn across the road.
>As you motor by it was apparent that the Crystal pony healers had been involved in the conflict as well, their normal Lorekeeper like robes stained red, each bearing large numbers of unusually ragged, small blade-like wounds, and of course, fervently disregarding their injuries in favor of saving their kin.

>Up ahead, the fourth alley intersection cordon was entirely blocked off as hundreds of Defenders, Crusaders, and even Crystal Shieldmares were in the process of visibly retreating backwards in a highly compact formation.
>Beyond them you could make out bare flashes of ethereal pinks and blues, though it was impossible to hear anything over the crystalline hoofboots ahead.
Duchess Pearl Lake
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199145
199371
>>148877
>Mostly identifying it as a black tea, the various herbal scents were much too exotic to pick out, though you had to question whether or not there was any sugar added.
>Knowing ponies, it was probably sweeter than you would prefer.

>Succeeding in a monumental effort not to sigh, the Duchess instead twists her lips into a flat line, her forehooves clopping together in that unnerving, leg contorting pony manner.
"Of course we do, but keep in mind that this is a, to put this most delicately, situation in which protocol has been shoved into a vase and bucked off a rather tall cliff. I do not know anywhere near enough to make even a single suggestion of how to attempt reconciliation. In any circumstance, were this my priority and not being excessively questioned as to events occurring in Stalliongrad which I have no care for, this matter is well outside my knowledge. After all, an unknown quantity is also of an unknown quality."
>Amerose leans forward to wave a hoof in front of the earth mare's eyes, sitting back to lift her shoulders in a helpless motion.
"I am no doctor, but I believe she will recover.. eventually."
>The Lorekeeper emits a single, most unprofessional chuckle, then immediately begins straightening her robe while failing to hide a spreading grin.
>Visibly making the attempt not to roll her eyes, and purposefully failing, Pearl Lake gingerly lifts her teacup for a sip, her eyebrows raising in a peculiar manner.
"Mmm, I quite like this, thank you. Well, since my temporary captor and questioner is out of commission, I suppose I should return to my estate. Then again.. there is the matter of a Solar agent spying on me that I should probably deal with, and a rather large amount of damage done to my mansion. Whom should I speak to regarding this?"
Razorback Workshop
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199149
199271
>>198030
>The sound goes unnoticed while Krinza and the mare continue arguing back and forth in unicorn, the level of potential violence continuing to escalate as more weapons from around the Workshop are lifted in muted yellow tones.

>Under the table was... definitely a pony, though with a decided non-equine clothing style: a recently scrubbed, wide brimmed leather hat reminiscent of ancient inquisitors, distinctively of human make, covered the mare's head and neck, a few strands of unkempt dull gold mane slipping out from underneath it.
>Covering the rest of the mare's body was a positively medieval styled brown leather coat covered in fairly recent scratches and small blade marks, the type worn by lesser nobility in ages long past, though it had been reinforced judging by small imprint lines on her flanks.
>Likewise unusual, the mare's splotchy orange hooves were covered in dirt and bore several fractures, droplets of blood scattered underneath the table.

>The harangue ends abruptly as the mare's head snaps around, the hat dislodging to reveal a visibly spiraling horn amidst an unkempt mane.
>Bright yellow eyes narrow upon spotting you, then widen briefly in malice, the unicorn turning back to contemptuously snarl at Krinza.
"Fine, then I will ask this one to test my theory! If I am right then I will repay you eventually, but if I am wrong then you will simply have to bake me!"
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
gmuxS
?
No.199158
199182
>>198502

>Bent double over to hide his true height Adon approached the Slavers, carelessly kicking up snow as he trudged towards them.

>That did the trick, all of them snapped their heads at the Witcher, conversations stopped and idle weapons raised. "Who're you?!" One of the Gryphons shouted, his wings raised defensively.
>The shouting had roused the captives from their collective stupor, they all muttering to themselves in their own tongues as they stared at the Witcher in disbelief.
>"A human." Grumbled the Minotaur, whom had hefted his large studded stone club onto his broad shoulder. "An' a witch too." Said the Unicorn, her features alight with wicked curiosity.
>They as one moved away from each other, and from experience Adon knew they were going to encircle him. Glancing towards the prisoners he saw they were still mumbling to themselves, but intently watching what was happening. And there, at the base of the hardwood was the Chiqtu, looking up from its snow tunnel at the single thick rope that tied all the slaves to the tree.


Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.199182
199663
>>199158
'Definitely got their attention...'
>As they all rise to low readies, Adon observes their defensiveness. They were already beginning to flank them, as he raised his hands submissively.
"Not a witch, name's close though. Just a monster hunter. I got turned around tracking a contract into this forest. Just looking to get my bearings, and I'll be on my way."
>Peeking over at the captives, the Chitqu was ready and in position to cut their anchor.
"Quite a haul, you guys have there. Be willing to part with one, for a price?"
>It was at least one way to deduce their value to the captors, at least. If they're captive by law or war, they won't be given up so easily with money.
Loriat Cave, Home of the Gel-Ponies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199183
200393 200424
>>198085
>Written in rather sloppy Common Equestrian, which was considerably better to Raidor's eyes than having to look at either Est or Dayi, the page listed a number of unusual ingredients:
-1 ounce fine granite powder
-1 ounce fine marble powder
-1 ounce fine limestone powder
-1 ounce ultra fine Imeron sand
>A rather puzzling addition to the Manehattan Captain considering the fact that anypony wanting to take sand from the rather normal Saddle Arabian outpost was always allowed.
-2 ounces of Sweet Burial powder
>This one Raidor knew to be a banned substance in Cloudsdale, although the circumstances behind the ban were lost in speculation.
-3 ounces ultra fine Electrum powder
>Knowing a bit of Alchemy, Raidor immediately realizes that the weird alchemical mixture of 1% platinum, 20% gold, and 79% silver was only utilized in extraordinarily complex elixirs hoofcrafted by the four alicorns.
-4 ounces dried and minced Kelbracht root
>Yet another substance that Raidor had come into contact with, it was, according to the Lunar faction's envoy from the Citadel, somehow related to the illegal Red Salt trade that a few ponies from Las Pegasus had owned for the past few years; the flow of highly addictive Red Salt had ceased once Lucky turned her attention elsewhere.
-6 ounces raw powdered Veton mushroom
>Another alchemical staple long considered the best ingredient for binding multiple antiparasitic compounds together, even if the few earth ponies that harvested it in the Lower Dragonspine Mountains were quite loathe to share where it grew naturally.
-11 ounces uncut Ripthorn slices (dried)
>One of the many New Everfree species of flora necessary for a large variety healing elixirs that was considered on the decline due to overharvesting, even if the oppressively secret Canterlot Underground routinely sold large amounts of it.
-20 ounces ultra fine Jet Thorn Leaf powder, dried and powdered
>As if the list wasn't suspicious enough, Jet Thorn Leaf was the main ingredient of Adrenaline Surge, one of the most common combat stimulants used by mercenaries across Tallus; while it wasn't banned by any faction Raidor knew, both the Lunars and Solars discouraged its use.
-25 ounces Neighctschten Root, sun dried
>Once a Germaneighan specialty, it was now being grown all across Equestria due to being considered by alchemists to be the most potent for producing Regeneration elixirs, it was currently being demanded by the ton throughout the Crystal Empire.

>>198157
>Upon touching the satchels, you noted the contents were assuredly of strange natures due to their odd, artifact like feel.
>Of course, since radiation didn't exist on Tallus, you had to remind yourself that the strange, stimulating tinges were due to magic... of some type.
>Not that you were familiar with magic outside of a few exploratory experiences, only that whatever was in the satchels was indeed related to magic, or was magical, in some fashion.
>The Zone was a really odd teacher, now that you think about it.
Stalliongrad: The Uncivil War
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199190
199191 199202
>Continued from:
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/27863765/#q27873777

>Registering numerous minor injuries and a small number of deceased to her Lance, the unnamed Lieutenant immediately dismisses the worst injured into the Foalguard.
"Continue on, we've no time to mourn their deaths!"
>Roust's mood blackens as her grasp of the situation and it's wholly unwelcome circumstances becoming immediately clear to her, the mental connection to you strained to it's absolute peak between her constantly changing orders to the Foalguard.
(This is neither a dream nor a nightmare Dante, we do not have the luxury of support available! Were I any more jaded I would think this to be a nightmare rivaling that of assaulting Sombra! No matter how much I am desiring this to not occur, it WILL end in a twisted reenactment of Silver's last stand against the four Princesses, only this time we might as well be the Empress of Ruin herself!)
>Focusing on the Vigilites rushing back towards the Mausoleum, the Changeling Vanguard bristles, her thoughts quickly breaking from their odd actions in favor of detailing orders to the sparse few psions and alchemists under her command.
(Earth ponies, mend the wounds of your kin before this worsens, we will need every iota of energy to survive this! Shieldmares, form ranks around the translocation matrices, all non-combatants must escape soon or this plan fails before it can even begin!)
[1d6+3 = 9]

[1d6+3 = 7]
<B.Recovery, weakened due to prior Operation
[1d6+5 = 11]
<Psion Healers
[1d6+9 = 11]
<Earth Pony Alchemists

>Diverting your attention from the nearly enraged Changeling, five more Support Strikers file into your retinue from their silent march into Stalliongrad's Main Square, the mares accept your order to bombard the Phantasm Knight far ahead.
>A pair of massive silver lances at least the size of a school bus form, one from the Lieutenant's unit, the second from the Strikers themselves; driven by the sheer desperation of the Second Dynasty, twinned sonic explosions occur overhead, the half-real projectiles translating from etheric space into reality directly at the Phantasm Knight.
[1d6+60 = 63]

[1d6+60 = 64]

>Far ahead, Aura's colossal immaterial blade carves into the ranks of traitor Watch Guard, twenty-nine earth ponies instantly falling dead to the unknown weapon's capabilities, and begins swinging horizontally towards the remaining earth ponies desperately trying to land even a single blow against him, or her.
[1d6+50 = 54]
<Phantasm Blade
[1d6+50 = 52]

>Following the lethal exchange, a bright white glow envelopes the Phantasm Knight's blade, multiple detonations of obscene, raw psionic energies tearing into realspace, fractures of space-time destroying Stalliongrad's connections to other spectrums and planes of existence.
[1d+30] <Grandmaster Crusade
[1d+30]
[1d+30]
[1d+30]
[1d+30]
[1d+30]

>Before the Second Dynasty can balk at the interruption, the voice of a formerly feared Councilierge member brings itself to bear with an enraged scream reverberating across Stalliongrad's Main Square.
"We're not going to suffer your presence in our city, Aura! We've had enough of you to last three lifetimes, so stay still like the worthless stallion you are and bleed for me!"
>A name briefly coalesces through the Second Dynasty's shared thoughts: Tactician Elwood, former Councilierge member, number 9, one of the four primal psion mares outside of the Empress' lineage... and without question the least mentally stable of that tiny number.

>Setting aside the potentially troublesome interruption, the Second Dynasty's thoughts are rewarded by another 395 ponies of Stalliongrad joining the overherd, Knight-General Brokenhoof delivering a calm mental command to increase speed and close ranks, her own unit and that of the Stalliongrad Lieutenant's now marching barrel to flank.
(Two hundred and sixty meters to contact, charge the front ranks while they're distracted!)
[1d6+2 = 7]
<Forced Trot
>Raising the Standard of the Watch high above her, Broken Hoof's fury sets the minds of all combatants within the Second Dynasty's overherd alight with contempt.
"VICTORY OR DEATH FOR OUR HONOR AND THE SOLAR PRINCE!"
[1d6 = 3]
<Blessing: Victory or Death

>Reporting back a single message from the Foalguard, that being 'safe to enter', the translocation matrices currently dragged along by the mercenary cadres open into large multi-hued silver spheres, the non-combatant earth ponies immediately rushing into them in single file, foals, the young, and mares first.

>Barely within the renewed conflict amongst Stalliongrad's ranks, Master-Lieutenant Stone Crest's squad of Moderatis Lancers turn on Captain Stranded Wave and his ponial retinue, the well equipped heavy lancers ploughing into the unprepared Watch Guard with gleeful abandon.
[1d6+7 = 13]

>vs:
[1d6+2 = 7]

>Well within the Second Dynasty's collective sight, Primus Wandering Steps and her elite Tarusian Crest Regiment, a holdover from the early Tower Guard, crash into Councilierge Brute Kantred's private guard from behind, the otherwise implacable earth pony prepared for the treacherous earth ponies assaulting his hoofpicked unit of elite Shieldmares.
[1d6+9 = 11]

>vs:
[1d6+8 = 14]

>Well behind the Second Dynasty's three Formations, Denra and his entourage of high class psions finish their work, chunks of pavement, stone from walkways, and even torn apart buildings piled together, the unicorn's mental voice morosely questioning reality itself at their combined act of willfully defying against the greater overherd.
[1d6 = 4]
<Grand Golem Creation: Stalliongrad's Defiance

(Centurion Cliff Flank nearing the Main Square, reinforced by Light Lancer Squadron Nineteen-)
(Three mixed squads of Watch Guard behind the Centurion, total number of enemies on approach numbering around twenty thousand, if we don't leave right bloody now this'll be a damned draveyard!)
(The Vigilites have left Stalliongrad? What the hay are they doing!?)
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.199191
>>199190
[1d6+30 = 36]
<Grandmaster Crusade
[1d6+30 = 31]

[1d6+30 = 33]

[1d6+30 = 31]

[1d6+30 = 31]

[1d6+30 = 35]

Dante 'Doc Feelgood'
!!pppQ1.997.
UkdGP
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No.199202
199223
they told me the war would be over by christmas- now i have this hat and look like a fucking retard.jpg
>>199190
>That's... a lot of events that have happened that I have no idea about.
(I know, I know. At this point all I want is for everyone that can possibly make it out alive to do so. If that happens to include me, so be it. Just...let Pella know about it if I do fall, alright?)
>Not that I plan on dying.
>No time to dwell on that, there's more important things to focus on.
>Like the massive silver lances being flung at the Knight.
>Frankly I don't know how anything would survive that, one of those should obliterate anything it slams into.
>But we can't give him a moment of respite, we have to-
>Okay what the hell is happening, a ex-Councilierge is helping us now?
>Alright, I can work with this, anyone helping to wipe him off the face of Tallus is definitely appreciated.
>Maybe not stable, but I'll take 'helping get good ponies out' over another enemy any day.
>And we gain ever more ground, as the formation around me lurches forward at a quicker pace.
>Okay, 276 meters.
>Still plenty of distance, no reason to begin a bombardment on them quite yet.
>However, that Phantasm Knight needs to remain distracted.
"Strikers! Keep him on his back hooves, if he doesn't have time to breathe he doesn't have time to think! One order of Barrage!"
>Okay that leaves me with two orders, now I need to find good enough recipients for it.
>And with a rousing line from Broken Hoof, I attempt to aid her in adding fire to the Second Dynasty's brave guardsmares.
"FORWARD! FORWARD FOR YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS! FOR YOUR YOUNG AND THEIR MOTHERS! FOR YOUR FREEDOM!"
>And now we hope it inspires them.
>Fantastic, finally some good news!
(Great work, Mercenaries! The Second Dynasty won't forget the service you're paying to it's citizens! Strikers, spare them a bit of your guidance!)
Order- Enforce Tactics
>Hopefully, there are a few strikers left over enough to help out elsewhere...
>And we'll need it, the lieutenant is getting hammered pretty bad.
"The rest of the Strikers still left available, shield the brave lieutenants retinue from any incoming harm!"
Order- Northern Shield
>Looking behind, I see Denra...wait where is he?
>I finish turning around to look at just what he's making.
>Vigilites are running...out of Stalliongrad?
>Interesting.
>Better they leave then pile on the top of the ponies we're already dealing with.
(Remain calm! Panicking serves none but the enemy! We will survive this, I swear by my title as your Solar Prince!)
>Alright, stay cool.
>Panic brings mistakes brings death.
>I survey the battlefield with only the calm a dead man walking can.
>mfw
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
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No.199203
199225
Bottled_Light.jpg
>>199122

>Sunny flapped her wings a few times to help clear more of the steam, shooting a sheepish, apologetic look towards Nibbles.
"Sorry about that. Distracted."
>She wouldn't pretend to understand the bat cat, but maybe the bat cat would understand her.
>Whatever mistake she'd made, her work was complete, she cradled it in her hooves like a madmare almost.
>Then shook her head and stowed it, in ear towards the newcomer, followed by an eye.
"Yes. I mean, no. Station's all yours, there's nothing left for me to do with this for the time being."
>She gave her saddlebag a pat.
"Luckily, the body isn't mine this time. Must have made a miscalculation somewhere along the line with it."
>Having been working in the lab on it so long, she had no idea what to do now.
>She should go.
"I should go. I'll leave you to your work."
>The mare trotted out and down to the library with little more id-
>Right. Clinic, Changeling cores, Tipper.
>The mare set off to make her delivery.
Stalliongrad: The Uncivil War
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.199223
200385
>>199202
>Hotly glowing green eyes focusing on the back of your head, the Changeling Vanguard forces a drained sense of malice to permeate her mental words, the intensity of contact unheard by the Second Dynasty's continued flurry of orders.
(You buried Stalliongrad's defectors without request. What right do I have to order your burial with the same unquestioning respect? Live to see this plan fulfilled and these ponies will not be delivered another major loss.)
>Severing the mental connection, Roust's cadre of Shieldmares halt their advance to allow swifter translocation access while tightening her formation, the constant echo of 'safe to enter' from the earlier Scouts rapidly dwindling the numbers of non-combatants.

>The unnamed Stalliongrad Lieutenant denotes a further number of deceased earth ponies, twenty-three this time, then orders her unit into Double Speard Formation, the east flank composed of Light Lancers, the west flank assembling into a mass of Heavy Lancers.
(Order out Knight-General, I'm taking the east flank, weapons ready mares!)
>While all the non-Lancers shift into Knight-General Broken Hoof's formation, a great deal of resentment is quickly forgiven as the mare's cold-hearted calculations are understood with a pair of simple commands:
(Kill as many as possible in the first charge, once we're through swivel on hoof and enter close quarters!)
[1d6+6 = 9]
<Death or Glory: Charge
[1d6+6 = 7]

[1d6+6 = 11]

[1d6+6 = 7]

>Slowing from Broken Hoof's order to a meager three hooves per second, the Support Strikers under your command welcome another five mares into their ranks, their collective consciousness processing the orders with a slight, noticeable delay.
(One hundred ninety meters to contact Prince, we remain ready.)
>Momentarily agreeing upon a course of action, your Strikers force open a rift into the Void from well outside Stalliongrad, freeing a sliver of conceptual chaos and sending the maddened thoughtform towards the Phantasm Knight, a minuscule streak of dark purple breaching the night sky on a direct collision course onto the Phantasm Night from the distant north.
[1d6+30 = 35]

>Behind your Support Strikers, the collected mercenaries of Stalliongrad break from their supporting advance of the Foalguard and thunder into a flat out run, their collective target changing from the weakened eastern line of Watch Guard to the much more solid western ranks currently being bulldozed into by Master-Lieutenant Stone Crest's Moderatis Lancer retinue.
[1d6+9 = 14]
<Enforced Tactic: Charge
[1d6+9 = 14]

[1d6+9 = 14]

[1d6+9 = 14]

[1d6+11 = 12]
<Master-Lieutenant Stone Crest
[1d6+8 = 12]
<Moderatis Lancers
>vs:
[1d6+6 = 12]
<Captain Stranded Wave
[1d6+4 = 8]
<Close Combat Retinue

>Demanding their rapidly increasing mental and physical fatigue to cease existing, your Support Strikers take a deep inhale as one; far ahead the outline of a dense, several meter thick green barrier boils into reality above the Lieutenant's Formation, shielding them from both the front and overhead.
[1d6+30 = 32]
<Northern Shield
[1d6 = 2]
<Support Strikers: Resolve

>Silently admitting to yourself that you were, somehow, both surprised and unsurprised at the same time, the radiant solar cascade emitting off you frames the form of a gigantic, literal earth pony taking shape in Stalliondgrad's Main Square far behind you, the creation's exterior coloration shifting to a dull matte black.
>Whether or not Denra's potentially exacting attention to detail was horrifying to the massed consciousness of the Second Dynasty did not matter, at the moment the question of why he'd chosen to create such a neigh-heretical golem was much more important, the majority of your Support Strikers voicing their horror at the idea.
>Unsatisfied with the imperfect creation, the former Solar ambassador's orders to his new entourage of earth pony psions is barely heeded, the jagged exterior melding together into not only a much more realistic skin, the addition of a mane and tail creating an imposingly debauched scenario in the already chaotic mess.
[1d6 = 4]
<Grand Golem Modification: Stalliongrad's Defiance

>Struck by the pair of lance projectiles, whatever harm the Phantasm Knight had suffered was not apparent, Aura's blade immediately replaced by an equally giant two-handed axe, now hurtling down at the old and greatly unwanted interloper.
[1d6+60 = 62]
<Phantasm Sunder
[1d6+60 = 66]

>Seen through the gaze of a single psionic eye, Tactician Elwood, barely visible at range, shifts tactics from destroying the weapon to defending herself, the former Councilierge's body seeming to twist in warping reality before emitting a screen of tiny silver projectiles, the mass detonating as the axe reaches striking range.
"Getting soft in your old age, Aura? Here I figured you might've come up with a new trick in thirty years of being the biggest stallion whore this side of Cloudsdale!"
[1d6+30 = 36]
<Grandmaster Crusade
[1d6+30 = 32]

[1d6+30 = 34]

[1d6+30 = 36]

[1d6+30 = 36]

[1d6+30 = 32]

>Stifling the Primus and Tarusian Crests charging into his Shieldmare ranks, Brute Kantred nonetheless orders a counterattack despite his unit's lack of close combat weaponry, the Second Dynasty's Scouts noting that the Councilierge commander's plan was quickly doomed to fail.
[1d6+19 = 23]
<Primus Wandering Steps: Close Range Tactics
[1d6+15 = 18]
<Tarusian Crest Regiment: Close Range Tactics
>vs:
[1d6+11 = 14]
<Brute Kantred: Close Range Tactics
[1d6+13 = 19]
<Retinue: Close Range Tactics

(Nine Watch Guard formations en route from Northern Military District, approximately ten more mobilizing-)
(You might be our Prince now but I would like to keep my skin intact rather than turning into one of the damned Undead crawling out of a rotten draveyard!)
(Shut up! We're about to get surrounded so instead of freaking out keep your eye open and prepare to exploit any holes in their movements!)
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
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No.199225
199238
>>199203
>Waiting for a response, or rather a lack thereof, there weren't even any mercenaries outside chattering, let alone a cricket.
>Then again, it was late fall, somewhere around midnight, and rather chilly.

>Head tipping right, the Warden General visibly deadpans behind the mostly translucent crystalline plating, slowly blinking in confusion.
"The way you said that.. were you planning o- nnnnevermind, not my business."
>Eyebrows raising as you prepare leave, the Crystal mare lifts a forehoof and plants it in the ccenter of her facemask with a heavy sigh.

>Tromping down the steps into the main foyer, the strange scent of magic had dissipated, leaving only a greasy stain of some kind in the air, though at least it wasn't buttery.
>Exiting the Library and heading north-northwest, you began experiencing that most dreadful of sensations: complete exposure.
>There were ponies, somewhere out there, watching you.
>Watching as if you had no clothes on.
>Perhaps the worst part: at least one of those ponies was snickering.

>Entering the Clinic proper, you're assaulted by the recent scents of many alchemical extracts, the sharp, coppery tang of blood, several different forms of tea, and a rather smooth blueberry-infused mareijuana.
>At what you took to be the front desk, it was, unsurprisingly, cluttered with books, notes, alchemical bottles, and a positively ancient looking white tea set.
>The chair directly behind the desk was taken up by patchwork white blanket draped over it, the mass stirring as a single molten, swirling silver eye surveys your presence.
>Yep, still exposed.
>Nudging the blanket up, a positively venerable faded pink unicorn mare peers down for several moments, then smiles in brief acknowledgement, her horn caught in the folds.
"Ah, that explains it, you must be the mercenary Krinza hired. Mercy would have simply gone to sleep if she needed treatment."
>Pausing to frown, the mare's strange eyes roll upwards, blinking once, then lower as a hoof raises under the blanket, most likely in greeting.
"I'm Doctor Tipper, but please call me Tipsy. Please excuse my manners, I've had a rather... difficult night. Now, what can I help you with?"
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
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No.199238
199284
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>>199225

>The Pegasus quirked her eye and shook her head at the implication as she walked, she most certainly was not planning whatever that mare was thinking.
>Leaving the encounter out of mind for the moment, Sunny focused her attention on Doctor Tipper.
"I have a delivery for you from the Changelings. Two cores, Queen Chrysalis would like you to find out anything you can about them, the details and payment are here."
>Opening her saddlebag, Sunny carefully extracted the two cores and set them both upon the desk. She eyed one of the spheres when it rolled slightly, silently daring it to try to fall off the desk before returning her attention to her saddlebag, recovering the relevant contract sheet along with the cotton pouch, depositing them alongside the cores.
"Something about waking them, they've tried and failed in their own attempts, it seems."
>The sense of exposure just wouldn't shake itself off. Why? She was clothed.
Pareidolia
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Ya/n0
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No.199271
199290
>>199149
[Unusual. Canterlot nobility would not behave like this. Unicorns would not hide their horns. Nature of injuries is unclear. Psychological outlier.]

>Pareidolia meets her hateful gaze with his mask's colored lenses and slowly stands up as the unicorn forcibly recruits him.
>He closes his eyes for a number of seconds while exhaling through his nose, the sound muffled by his filter.

"What is it."

[Tiring... bake?]
>Doctor Tipper
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.199284
199286
>>199238
>Sitting up straight at your mention of Changelings, the elderly mare's jaw slowly drops, audibly transcending into great confusion.
"What do.. how.. Why is she.. who did.. what am I.."
>Acknowledging your dare, the core ceases moving.
>Low Stability Consequence: she knew. The consciousness of that Changeling mare trapped inside her own potentially regenerative core-of-self tried to understand, yet could not. This was not where or when she was supposed to be, nor were events right. "This is wrong. Where am I? Who are you?" The Changeling mare could only watch you, incapable of speaking or interacting albeit well aware of her weakened existence, the tenuous grasp of what little life she possessed on Tallus was terrifying. She had unwillingly suffered psychological trauma of the type that could not be easily recovered from. The other Changeling core was silent. You were unable to understand why, yet you knew he too was only able to observe his surroundings. There was no madness or fear from the stallion, merely a sense of merciless self-contemplation. He had somehow failed his duties in the past, and would not share why with you. He was not afraid, no, he had been awake and aware too long. The only action the Changeling stallion was able to take take had been to extend the relief of thankfulness to you, especially now that he was no longer alone.

>Meanwhile, Tipsy stares between the dull green orbs, rather speechless and apprehensive for the third time this night.
>Mustering up the courage to drag the contract to her for a slow and thoughtful read, the faded mare's lips eventually tighten into a thin line, startling you back into reality from the peculiar reverie you'd fallen into as she speaks, leaning forwards in her chair with a creak.
"Speaking from direct experience, I've been able to observe a Vanguard's recuperation and molting twice. In theory, the only possible explanation available is that the Hive's capacity for affection and love must be overstretched to the point that each individual Changeling is incapable of producing the constant stream of emotional input needed to initiate regeneration. I'm confident that I can convince a couple or herd here in Razorback to carry one core, which should restart their natural regenerative protocols."
>Turning her chair towards the desk, the Doctor lifts a hoof, directing the tea pot onto a flat heatstone, muted pink glows taking hold of a water pitcher and carefully filling the pot, then tossing in four white bags with a tired chuckle.
"The Queen really didn't need to send payment, I'd have done this for free anyways. You take it instead, there's nothing I even want to spend on anymore."
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
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No.199286
199341
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>>199284
>Sunny almost completely ignored the good Doctor, staring intensely at the cores, she didn't know if she was losing her grip even more or if the Changelings within the cores had just spoken to her.
>Felt at her?
>She wasn't entirely certain whether she was an equid or some form of feline, either, but what just happened was outside the range of her usual delusions.
>Or were those delusions her reality?
>Changelings had psionic abilities, yes? Yes. It could potentially not be encroaching madness.
>Though if it were, and she spoke up, her stability would be called into question and no doubt some well meaning pony would seek to do something about it.
>If it weren't, and she did nothing, it would be a callous thing to do and the thought of that would be bothering her all night. Sunny already had to deal with the disquieting thought of mistreating Anonfilly out of her own fear and paranoia, best not to add to it.
>Before she could come to a decision, it seemed her mouth had already made it for her.
"They're both alive at least. Shaken doesn't even begin to describe it, but alive and conscious."
>She considered taking the bits, but thought better of it.
"I'm sure there's better things to put the bits towards than a simple courier, I'm sure you'll find someone to take it, and these two, off your hooves."
Razorback Workshop
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.199290
199396
Rosette.jpg
>>199271
>Swiveling back to snap a short phrase at Krinza, the F2000, which was certainly not yours as it was much too worn, is set down on the table, followed by the Colt revolver.
>Spinning about on hoof to face you, the dull gold mare plops down onto her rear, an odd, large pendant on a silver chain around her neck swings into view as she grimaces, the yellow coated unicorn likewise setting his weaponry down.
"For your safety I will attempt to explain, but I make no promises that you will understand. Do not pick this up until I tell you."
>Reaching into her leather coat, the mare fishes about for something before pulling a hoof-sized, white cloth wrapped chunk of something out, then tosses it in your direction, shooting the item a deep scowl.
"This is a pre-modern prototype of the current generation small power crystals, with several differences. I have been able to verify that this, among several others which were recovered, is a grave temporal danger to we humans on this world."
>Turning her head briefly to give Krinza an irritated snort, the mare points her left front hoof at the offending wrapped thing.
"According to the other humans and the first of many false alicorns, they brought at least ten of these back from a temporally stunted location in the New Everfree. That is not all, however."
>Sitting upright, the mare's eyes shut, left side of her face contorting in a mixture of pain and annoyance.
"The ponies whom created these likewise developed a much larger version which was used to power a techno-magical device. That device was used to create a causal temporal fracture, halting, in time mind you, a rather large mansion and it's etire grounds for over five hundred years. The false alicorn whom assisted in the retrieval took at least four of these, though I suspect she has five in her possession, along with the diagram of how to produce a non-prototype model of said device."
>Catching the grandmaster smith's eye roll, Krinza likewise sits down, forelegs folding across his barrel with a remorseful sigh.
"Most of what Miss Flash states is indeed true. There was a mansion which, as quoted, had been temporally halted for roughly five hundred years, though I suspect it had been trapped for much longer than that. From ten to fifteen of the prototype small power crystals were recovered, yet I am not aware of what happened to the large version, and they do exhibit some.. anomalous temporal capacities. Since I have not had the time to ponifally experiment with them, I am unable to verify if they are dangerous. As for the diagram itself, that was barely comprehensible. It was written in a mixture of Kingdom Crystal pony, archaic unicorn, and gryphon with a number of symbols that I could not understand."
>Pausing to roll a hoof in the air, Krinza's muzzle quirks in thought.
"However.. while I do not believe Miss Flash's assertion that Celestia is a 'false alicorn', I did not interact with her much beyond four occasions in which she sought my aid."
>Pensively lifting her right front hoof to eyeball its damage, the human-garbed mare blinks once, lifting her eyes to meet your lenses with a tired gaze, then reaches up to press her frog onto the unusual pendant on her neck, a distinctly religious human motion.
"If I can prove to you that the Celestia which accompanied Razorback for a time is indeed a clone and that these temporally disjointed arcane power sources are a threat to each and every human on this world, including myself, I would be willing to grant you any aid that you require, within reason, for the next year. Should you not accept this I will..."
>Trailing off, the mare slumps forwards, deeply sighing in defeat.
"I will leave."
Metal Men Apparently Dream of Metal Manes
Indurian
!!buRZoyxezk
aR8XB
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No.199291
199353
YEETUS MAXIMUS.jpg
>>199124
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hL08dKh2X9Q&list=PL6kL5OWcMyZvX959KCgcD22Zd-2cBlL1r&index=127

>both parties visibly stiffen for a moment, perturbed by the sudden intrusion, but relax after a moment, recognizing this new character as apparently neutral
"Well met, Lady Gale. Knight-Captain Indurian of the Order of the Northern Sky, at your service."
>the knight bows low with a squeak of metal on metal, as the larger entity introduces himself in his low, booming voice
["And I am Andrammelech the Wroth. I am known traditionally as a Demon in the tongue of the common man, however, I think you'll find that I am... different, from the other senseless beasts in my category."]
>the giant bull-headed creature continues, rolling his eyes and sighing dismissively
["As to what happened... Well, it is a somewhat lengthy tale, but to keep it brief - we two, and another, named Ivan, were dispatched to find a certain friendly creature, a... oh what were they called..."]
>the knight, having apparently returned his short attention span back to the chess game, interjects
"Pred-Elks, you daft fool! Lady Gale and Lady Fleur!"
>the metal man dramatically lifts his queen high into the air, slamming it down onto the board with equal vigor
"Check!"
>barely paying him any attention, Andrammelech idly lifts one of his knights, knocking the piece from the board and sending it tumbling to the floor
>Indurian begins to curse loudly as Andrammelech continues
["Ah yes, those two. As I recall we were sent to recover the latter, with the help of the former. One thing lead to another, and we discovered her inside of a strange... red... place. There were portals and forces involved that I do not personally pretend to comprehend. In any event, we recovered this Fleur character and made our way out of this red space, but stumbled into somewhere completely different -"]
>once again the knight interjects
"A flying fortress! Now return to me my queen!"
>looking at the board again you notice that the knight had managed to move his pawn into the final row of squares. Andrammelech obliged, replacing his pawn with the queen he'd lost. He then removes the queen once again using his rook.
["This floating fortress held many dangers - living statues, treacherous staircases, and most of all, a giant, mechanical squid-like creature!"]
"It was terrifying! We were chased through the air as it shot bright red rays of heat at us! We narrowly survived!"
["However, Ivan and I were negligent in our duties to protect the two of our charges, and when we returned with them, alive but badly beaten, Ivan and I were also savagely beaten by a fiery mare whose name has been physically driven from our minds."]
"As to why we are in our present situation in the outside world, this is because the both of us failed to heed the doctor's advice for rest -"
["And here we are, trapped, as such, until the time when our mind is healed."]
>Doctor Tipper
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
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No.199341
199448
>>199286
>The constant sense of exposure ends as the Changeling consciousnesses return to their respective silences, the stallion returning to his brooding while the mare continues questioning.. everything, really.

>Swiveling a molten silver eye at you, Tipper merely nods in acceptance.
"Not a surprise. I've learned enough about Changelings in the past couple years to understand that they like to use concepts, mental images, moods, emotions, and the like instead of words."
>The Doctor waves a hoof in decisive annoyance, folding the blanket down around her neck with a bemused snort.
"Hah! Don't even start, the moment I even mention I want something Naliyna's diving into Razorback's funds. I'm an old mare now, can't even do half what I'd like on my own. If you really feel that way then give it all to the first pony you come across, I'm sure they'd appreciate the gift."
>Forelegs sinking into the patchwork blanket's comfortable folds, Tipper nudges the chair to face you, both eyebrows raising speculatively.
"I know this isn't my place since I'm not holding your contract, but I would like to ask that you lessen any interference with Razorback's support staff. A certain pony informed me of the 'scuffle' between Hodch and one of the newer humans to arrive here. While I'm relatively sure I can convince Hodch to keep any opinions to himself, Krinza is a much more.. delicate case, I suppose. His previous mentor is gone and he has become overburdened attempting to take up all of Spiral's former duties on his own. He's refused ten medical checkups in the past month, and while I would normally consider that to be a distrust of my methods, he's also the largest factor keeping Razorback going."
>Gale Ironmane
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.199353
199698
>>199291
>Gale seats herself in an incorporeal movement, her body smoothly transitioning from trace outlines into that of a middle aged mare complete with a bright red coat, the pegasi's mane and tail taking on a shade of bright iron coloration.
>Imprints of hazy, dull yellow eyes finally appear, Gale forcefully willing herself to appear inside your mind-state while allowing herself the luxury of a snort.
"Never going to get used to doing this.. I'm not much of a lady these days, what with having four foals, adopting another, and training a bunch of mostly feral ponies into not being lust crazed idiots."
>Head turning to eye Andrammalech with droll amusement, the mare's shoulders lift in a hapless shrug.
"If by senseless beasts of your category the only things I can think of to be similar are either Planar Abominations or Eldritch menaces. To be quite honest, you take this eon's trophy for being sapient, speaking clearly, and not trying to tear me apart for intruding."
>Eyebrows raising, the mare's head tilts left, a deep frown creasing her muzzle while listening intently.
"Twisted Wing, you completely useless, paranoid horse.. what on Luna's impenetrable ass is her problem these days? I knew she could be problematic in the past, but this is ridiculous."
>Left front leg lifting, Gale facehoofs herself square on the snoot, eyes closing while issuing an impressively exasperated, quiet sigh.
"As if the past couple days could't get any worse.. let me get this straight to myself. You, another human named Ivan, and a couple of sapient predator elk, which I've got to see for myself, go to a floating castle. The four of you are overpowered by living statues and some Construct-like tentacled thing capable of producing solar discharges all the while stuck in what sounds like another plane of existence, or maybe even two. The four of you survive with injuries, then you come back. General Pain-In-The-Ass savagely beats only the two humans. Not one damned problem is solved, nor does she even ask what happened. Not even five hours ago I was defending that damned horse in the middle of repelling the single biggest Construct invasion of the Citadel! ...my oldest sister was right, I never should've joined the Lunar Council."
>Setting her hoof down, Gale's expression turns angry, her ears flattening while focusing directly on you.
"Right now I don't even care that you're a mercenary, all I'm concerned about is shoving my hoof so far up Twisted's ass that she tastes polish every time I breathe. I've brought everything I could carry from the Citadel's stocks, even some of the more questionable alchemical mixtures that I wouldn't dare use unless somepony was near death, but since none of them are going to be used I'll make an allowance for technical experimaretation here. There's a good chance one of the four alicorn elixirs should restore you to decent physical state, that is so long as you don't get bucked in the head again within the next week. No matter what there's going to be side effects depending on which one works, so if you have a preference for Solar, Lunar, Hive, or Crystal, let me know which one you want, otherwise I'm going to be throwing a random guess in the dark."
Clemency
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k88MP
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No.199357
199541
>>198012
>Clem takes a look over the library
>"Quiet, homey, just as it supposed to be..."
>He takes a deep breath to relax as he picks out an empty desk to begin his work
>Picking out that maybe? outdated book and the Rift, he sets these books down on the empty spot he found and opens up a flask of whiskey
>Time for a lazy night of cross-referencing
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
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No.199371
199563
>>199145
>Zhun takes a sip of his tea, enticed by the various aromas
>However, the last thing Pearl said got Zhun thinking
"Um, that may need to go to...Naliyna. For the spy, don't exactly know. Depends on what you want with the spy. And those events."
>Well at least the psion is going to be ok
>As ok as a catatonic pony can be
"I can ask Nal for that but again, I'm guessing."

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ghdq+
?
No.199396
199571
>>199290
>Pareidolia remains standing, folding his arms as he warily eyes the cloth wrapped object at his feet.

[We...? Delusional thoughts?]

>He slightly cocks his head as Flash hoofs her unfamilar symbol.

[Religious significance? Matches no known symbols. Nopony would believe in a religion not derived from one of the Sisters. Is she really a victim of transformation?]

>Pareidolia keeps his arms folded until she and Krinza finish their explanations.

[Implications of these crystals and a duplicate Celestia are unclear. Nevermind they somehow are only threatening to humans. May explain her injuries if true...]

"How am I to prove the nature of these crystals and how would that prove the Celestia encountered here was a fake?"

>He pauses.

"And you said these crystals have temporal effects based on arcane energy?"

[Handling one with my equipment may be ill advised...]
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.199448
199574
>>199341
>Sunny stared at the doctor silently, her expression deadpan at the mention of giving it to the first pony she came across.
>Hadn't she just tried to do that?
>She nudged the cotton satchel forward a bit, maintaining her deadpan stare.
>The mare averted her gaze guiltily at her next words, scuffing a hoof lightly against the floor.
"Hodch and I have already come to a professional understanding on that..."
>She furrowed her brow thoughtfully, uncertain.
"I think?"
>Had they? Possibly.
"I should go, I have other deliveries to make."
>Maybe she could just give the bits back to The Hive, that'd probably be the polite thing to do.
>But that would involve going back there.
>Damn it.
Razorback Library
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199541
199895
>>199357
>Popping open both volumes, they were not only well preserved but had been gone through at some point in the past, the foreword of each marked with Spiral's penhoofship denoting that he'd spent several years correcting historical records using sources from lesser known or distributed studies.
>Curiously, on the bottom of the first page in the Lunar Military Finding foreword was an addendum of numbers, most likely library book numbers.

>The first Construct models to appear in each historically written invasion had always been the Rift Carrier, a small, approximately tennis ball sized orange sphere which could be easily destroyed through the application of a single stomp.
>The Rift Carrier was both apt at crossing dimensions and for being rather difficult to hit as it seemed to constantly scan for danger, interpret the raw data, and use local environments to its advantage much quicker than most sapients; secondary was its ability to create stable Planar portals from the Rift, that being the home plane of the Constructs themselves, to a target location, though the gateway created itself is physical in nature and could be destroyed through severe damage.
>An addendum at the bottom detailing Rift Carrier abilities notes that many researchers believe it to be more mechanical than biological due to the lack of the orange fluid found in combat models.
>Cross-referencing the information, the leading theory, according to a large number of Lunar tacticians, that had come into conflict with Constructs was that the Rift had long ago reached a population peak, requiring both additional resources and space to expand their numbers.
>The second most popular theory was that Constructs were designed with an Inevitable Hostilities Protocol, a form of complete xenophobia that guided their actions into destroying any sapient, non-Construct species encountered.
>Reading through the sources, mostly two to three paragraph battle reports, both theories were, to a small point, technically incorrect as there were numerous records stating it was possible to force Constructs into surrendering, or even aiding a sapient that had demonstrated physical superiority.
>Paging through model descriptions, each Construct was a progressively improved version of the former:
>The small combat model, Scouts were both lightly armed and armored, useful only for long range reconnaissance due to low combat expectancy, often being armed with a single small plasma weapon, a spear or the like, and a variable sized shield.
>Sentry were only found stationed at defensive choke points where their heavier armor, pike, and a single particle whip cannon; an addendum under this one notes that Extra-Planar Harpies whom had fled to Tallus in ages past were the first to explain the concept of a cannon, though the meaning was more speculation than fact due to the many centuries which had passed.
>The Guard model was rarely seen and so far the only sightings of this model were on the Isle of Wind; the Guard was well armored compared to the Sentry, furthermore protected by a large tower shield capable of easily resisting ten of the spear-sized arrows used by Minotaur Rangers, though it only had a pair of small plasma weapons to defend itself with.
>Defenders were a more robust version of the Guard model, often being armed with a large halberd, a tower shield, and either two small plasma cannons or a particle whip; while considered rare, Defenders were typically the main line of Construct forces during invasions and incursions.
>Marauders were the complete opposite of Guards, lightly armored and capable of great speed, armed with a large two-handed halberd and a medium sized particle whip cannon; this model was noted for being highly aggressive and readily willing to sacrifice themselves to protect larger Constructs.
>In contrast to the Defender, the Blockade model was a purely defensive unit equipped with two tower shields much like the Guard model, yet carried a medium sized plasma cannon, and was known to eject explosive munitions, the diagram of one resembling a #10 food storage can.
>The Restricter was an oddity amongst Construct forces as it focused on slowing, entangling, and delaying opponents through the use of snares or nets launched from it's single cannon; at roughly the same size as a Marauder, they were considered priority targets although the last one seen in combat was well over 600 years prior to now.
>The next model, colloquially named the Blazer, had only been encountered three times in the past, and, given the information on it, was a nightmare to deal with: two missile pods the size of an average briefcase, two small plasma cannons, a medium particle whip cannon, furthermore armed with a round headed mace at least five times the weight that even the largest human would find comfortable to use, and was protected by a large round shield which, according to a single combat note, was used extensively.
>Further models in the Findings book were mostly speculative throughout the past 400 years, multiple theories suggesting that the basic bright orange models typically sufficed for most combat endeavors, yet the carefully sketched diagrams of Construct weapons which had been studied showed an inordinate amount of precision and lethality in equal amounts: laser, plasma, multipurpose missiles, mines, and the barely comprehensible particle whip weapon were commonly used, although the more esoteric weapons were far beyond your understanding.

>Expending the flask's contents within the first hour, it seemed that the permanent Construct 'cities' in occupied locations functioned more like storehouses, the most notable one being the Isle of Wind off the coast of Saddle Arabia, formerly the home of the Therroest Lisle harpies.

>Startled by a 'thunk' in front of you, a large, dinner plate sized, bright silver disc slaps onto the table, a small note taped to the top.
'Enjoy!'
Duchess Pearl Lake
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199563
199896
>>199371
>Lifting her cup with both hooves carefully, the Duchess purses her lips, her face crinkling in a devious, or deviant, motion.
"Not to worry! I have devised a plan to deal with the spy. The first step involves a hoof to her face, the second will be to ask her whether or not a certain gentlestallion of the Day Guard is still available. The third, however, will be of a most frightening, and lewd experience. For her, that is."
>Amerose's ears twitch upwards as she finishes her straightening, leaning backwards to give you an appraising glance, then turning to the noblemare after.
"Zhun, perhaps it is best that we do not involve Naliyna, yes? This matter is, to be polite, much too small to involve her. Likewise, I do not think it would be a good idea to alert her to the unusual and likely illegal situation regarding the Duchess' capture. What do you believe the cost of damage to be to your mansion?"
"Hm, I'm no expert, but a thousand Bits, give or take five hundred, should cover repairs. I have never been rich mind you, living statue to statue has become rather difficult recently. Even if I had the materials I lack the knowledge to use them. That is, unless the material is some form of stone, though I doubt my expertise in shaping would be useful."
>The Lorekeeper's entire body mimics her sudden deadpan at the paltry sum, turning her stare to you momentarily, then back, quickly giving way to a cautious tone.
"I.. see. Given the circumstances of your 'capture', and adding in the problems said 'capture' could cause were it to be known publicly, I will offer you ten thousand Bits to cover the costs. I cannot help but feel duty bound to prevent complications occurring from your unique situation, so you may feel free to take this as a bribe."
>Pearl Lake sets down the teacup, lifting a hoof to rub her chin in thought before giving a smooth, graceful nod, accompanied by a small smile.
"While I would very much like to speak with that batpony and her human mate privately, I do understand that this information getting out would be most negative, particularly to the Lunar faction. As for your offer being a bribe, let it be known that I am... flexible when it comes to being negotiated with. As such, I humbly accept your offer."
>Leaning forwards, the Duchess extends her right foreleg across the table, Amerose delivering the noblemare a brisk hoof bump, sitting back down with a marginally pleased smile.
"It is settled then, unless you disagree, Zhun?"
A Ghost With The Most... Patience.
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199568
<Silently unmoving and staring in bafflement until the library door opens, the deceased mare groans near-audibly as it closes.
>Moments later, fluttering and presumably the sound of an anti-gravity mane flowing in an unseen breeze follow you into the courtyard, the mare drifting alongside in an odd mid-leap state.
>Twisting halfway in the air without losing gliding speed, turqoise eyes brighten as she faces your direction sideways, speaking through the paper. <Crystal Pony> "Neither of those will be necessary, human! The scent of Siege-Marauder Naliyna Remostrine marks you as the one I am here for-"
>The mare's ears and nose twitch while a leg bends up to affix the letter onto the same hoof, grumbling mutedly for a moment, then takes on a bit more presentable tone.
<Crystal Pony> "Now, as herd-son of Kyanite Remostrine, I am here to deliver this formal charge: on behalf of the Reservis Conclavia operating Naliyna Remostrine's private account in the Crystal Empire City-State, it is now yours to freely access! All that is required is a deposit of at least one-hundred Bits accompanied by a letter with your hoof-mark within the next two years to confirm acceptance!"
>The mare furiously wiggles the page in your direction, which only manages to produce a mild fluttering noise, a sensible snicker given as she does so.
<Crystal Pony> "The ponies here must all be blind, I waited to make my delivery for an hour, even after announcing myself at the front gates so I had to let myself in before dying of boredom.. again!"
Razorback Workshop: The Nuisance
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199571
199743
>>199396
>The dull gold mare freezes in place at the first question, her face creasing in hitherto unseen levels of 'I have just fucked up now'.
"I.. did not think of.. how. At least, not the exact specifics.. ..I think."
>Performing the necessary facehoof, Krinza releases a short, bemused sigh.
"If I did not have Spiral's notes on your behavior I would think you to be the single most annoying, arrogant, and worthless human yet. Then again, there was that one I would very much like to forget."
>Recovering from the unexpected question quickly, Flash's eyes swivel upwards back onto you, her nose twitching irritably.
"A workaround. I now realize that you are the other human whom went to the temporally displaced mansion, thus it should be simple to perform a thorough examination of your memory solely pertaining to that event, or should you choose to battle such a temporal anomaly, aid me in dissecting it. I have no interest in discovering your past nor do I care what, exactly, your motives are. Regardless, I have extensive experience in performing temporal incursions, deletions, backsteps, timeline splicing, and phase-shifting temporal deviances back to their intended location. In doing so I will be able to provide the xenos... rather, the pony named Krinza, your experiences with her, along with the relative information encountered within the mansion."
>Reaching up to touch the pendant once more, only this time keeping her hoof on it, the mare's head quickly turns towards the Workshop's front door, then back to you while expressing moderate relief.
"Yes, they do. While I am not able to perfectly differentiate between arcane and technological temporal instabilities due to lacking most of my omniverse's equipment, this one is the first. There is a mechanical watch I have been using to test one of these power crystals. I was able to 'acquire' it shortly after the recovery, and so far the second hand has made perhaps one millionth of a movement."

>Rolling his eyes in the background, Krinza shakes his head, muttering under his breath in slow, measured disgust, breaking from his normally placidity into a much more jaded, tired tone.
"This is the type of nonsensical shit Spiral would enjoy.. why am I about to agree to this? Why do I actually feel sorry for this damned human in the first place? And why did I even take this job?"
Doctor Tipper
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199574
199774
>>199448
"I'm not so sure about that."
>Reaching up to bring the blanket onto her horn, the old Doctor offers an irritated shrug in response.
"Both Hodch and Krinza were very close friends of Marquis du Spiral, and when he left both of them started acting.. quite different. Gauging by the first's rather strange requests tonight and short temper, I'd caution you to be wary of any interactions with him. As for Krinza, I've never seen heard of him losing focus, or purposefully butting heads with that ridiculous inquisitor human. Right now I just don't have the energy or time to try solving their problems, let alone go looking for yet another couple of ponies missing from here."
>Offering you a sincere, appreciate nod, Tipper pushes her chair back towards the desk, allowing a brief, amusing snort before lifting a hoof in farewell.
"Have a good night then and come to me if you have any problems, I'm pretty much always here. Ah, before you go would you mind checking on Shanis? She's not been doing well recently, although that seal seems to be helping through her troubles. I can barely believe they've come back."
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
h7pnL
?
No.199663
199929
>>199182

>The Unicorn snorted at Adons explanation that he was not actually a witch yet still had her horn glow in a prepared manner. "A human though, unique enough."
>"Ain't that the truth." said one of the Gryphons. In front of the Witcher was the Unicorn, to his side were the Gryphons and stomping at a wide berth to get behind him was the Minotaur. "What monster, 'Monster Hunter'." Inquired the bull, his voice a low tremor.
>Another glance in the Chiqtu' direction showed it had shimmied up the tree to get to the rope, where it now was sawing at the thing. The closet slave, a small pony by the looks of it with a pastel red coat looked up at the small fuzzball with wonderment.
[1d6+1 = 4]
>Sharpness
[1d6 = 5]
>Poking

>"You wan' un aye? They ain' for sale." Cawed the first Gryphon, his wings flapping forward for enthesis.

Of Knights and Pawns
Indurian
!!buRZoyxezk
aR8XB
?
No.199698
199781
>>199353
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkVwuWH-woA&t=0s&index=117&list=PL6kL5OWcMyZvX959KCgcD22Zd-2cBlL1r
>Andrammelech raises an eyebrow, giving Ironmane something which might pass for a smile, but looked more like a toothy grin
["I do appreciate your kind words - there once was a time when I might have attempted to tear you limb from limb, however many things have changed, since I have arrived here."]
>Indurian nods in agreement
"Quite. When we first arrived, he wore my skin, controlling me completely. However over time we came to a... gentleman's agreement."
["Yes, we tolerate each other, and work together to reach our individual goals. Or, I should say, I tolerate him."]
>at her retelling, both nod in agreement
"Aye! She reacted quite quickly, with much force and fury! To add to things, I have spoken to lady Gale since the incident, and though she must be in great pain, she herself has forgiven us! Not much is there which a woman of quick temper may not destroy."
>Indurian's face lights up at the offer of help
"Oh, we would be most grateful to you, for anything you can do which might help us! I grow weary of losing these endless games of knights and pawns!"
>Andrammelech scoffs
["Thou art not clever, this much is true enough..."]
>Indurian dismisses Andrammelech with a wave of his hand, attention returning to Ironmane
"No, no, that is quite alright, I shall choose th-"
["No, WE shall choose-"]
{"The Crystal Mixture"}
>they say in unison

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.199743
199804
23436.jpg
>>199571
>Pareidolia's raised head lowers slightly, bearing down at the Inquisitor as she balks.
>He continues to silently look down at her as she explains.

[Memory examination? Unacceptable.]

>Hidden from view, his brow furrows as the situation is complicated by "battling temporal anomalies".

[Experience with time travel? Just what breakthroughs did her world make that SERN failed to? Or is this more unknown forms of magic? More information required.]

>Shifting to half hold up a splayed, gloved hand palm forward, he gestures firmly.

"Memory examination is impermissible. Explain what 'battling a temporal anomaly and dissecting it' involves."

>As Krinza mutters in disbelief, Pareidolia also shakes his head slightly.

"If these crystals are arcane in nature, contact with my suit may result in whatever fuels them to be drained. What is your basis that these crystals are a threat to humans?"

>He glances over towards Krinza.

[Psychological strain of Spiral's absence is mounting. Treatment required or Fortress functions may face collapse.]

"For what it's worth Krinza, you could not have predicted the situation at Razorback. The deteriorating situation here is the result of humans, not anything else."
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.199774
199845
>>199574
"Certainly, thank you, Doctor."
>With a nod, Sunny turned and left, leaving the cotton satchel on Tipper's desk and out the door hopefully before the mare could do anything to stop her.
>It was certainly good to know she hadn't been hallucinating that trader seal earlier. Although, she could have hallucinated Doctor Tipper mentioning them.
>If she did as the doctor ordered and went to check on Shanis, and Shanis also acknowledged seals, then she could be sure.
>Probably.
>The last she'd seen Shanis, she was asleep in the Pagoda clutching a seal, or so she thought, the seal might still be delusion.
>That would be the best place to start.
>At least her pack was lighter without the changeling cores, along with the absence of what she now realised was their scrutiny of her doings.
>Oh gods, what had they seen?
>Before? Before. Her conversation with Hodch, her crazed potion making, nothing damning at least.
>Maybe a little eccentric.
>She should probably worry about that later. Pagoda first.
Gale Ironmane
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199781
199866
>>199698
>Puffing out her chest proudly, the alchemist bats her eyebrows in mock dismissal.
"Oh please, don't make this mare blush. It's not every decade I can talk nicely to a being that makes half the things those batponies in the Moors drag out look even more horrifying in context."
>Ears flicking back and forth in thought, Gale lifts her right foreleg, using the knee to scratch the top of her nose while glancing between you and the demon.
"Your.. situations, really, sound symbiotic at this point. Better to function together moderately well than fall apart separately. As some say, irony is a better life than misery. Just keep your, er, individual problems in check with each other's aid, yes?"
>Casually bringing her right hoof down for a much too serious, almost creepy inspection, the mare doesn't even bother trying to hide a malicious grin.
"Don't either of you worry about the General any longer. Now that there's proof, I've got a few plans for her.."
>Head lifting, Gale sets her malevolently glowing hoof down, eyebrows raising speculatively as she thinks for a bit, then lifts her left wing in a rather poor salute.
"So long as you understand that I've not used Princess Cadence's elixir on an Otherworldly being before. I've no idea what the side effects will be, though I am fairly sure that you might turn.. crystalline. That is, until you fully recover. Excuse me for a bit, it will take some time to admareister the full dosage. Until then!"
>Leaving behind a single thread of bright pink floating above the chessboard, the room returns to normal as before, except now imprinted with a sensation of mareish glee.
Razorback Workshop: The Nuisance
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199804
199864 199954
>>199743
>Making a derisive 'I expected this' face, Flash lifts her front hooves together for a single clop, immediately snapping down a scowl at the offending motion, then rolls her shoulders in a smug motion.
"I anticipated that in forty-one out of fifty potential timelines you would state exactly what you did. I even have proof, do I not?"
>Pulling down a note off his work table, Krinza stares at it for a bit dumbfounded, a deep set grimace spreading across his face as he nods, grumbling under his breath too low to hear while the medieval clothed equine takes on a, for once, serious tone.
"A temporal anomaly is when an event occurs.. that should not have occurred. When left alone such anomalies either repeat themselves, that is, drawing in beings similar to those effected, trapping them within by causing a repetitious event close to the original occurrence, or will eventually expand throughout the locale, likewise trapping flora, fauna, sapients, particulates, and even electromagnetic resonances, or 'arcane energies' as the term is known as on this xenos world, within the anomaly. Should the anomaly expand it will then begin to deteriorate both physical matter and the immaterial substances and fields which are, for lack of a simpler phrase, stuck inside itself, causing phase-shifts from other dimensions or spectrums, fracturing space-time congruences into other planes of reality. A rare few temporal anomalies have even been able to, again for lack of a simpler and easily understood phrase, rewind time itself for an entire world or solar system by multiple centuries, or simply disperses everything contained within the anomaly itself throughout omniversal space-time, typically being deposited on similar worlds through many hundreds of eons. At one point my vessel encountered the remains of an entire city floating in a fully desiccated albeit well preserved state within the range of an.. isolated outpost owned by the remnants of my Order, one which been lost for approximately six-thousand four-hundred and ninety-two years. As well, allow me to show you what a temporal dissection is-"
>Lifting a front hoof, the mare disappears from sight for less than a second, returning in the exact same place as she was, her mane freshly showered, both front hooves neatly cleaned, several and small pieces of what looked like blue across the frog, Flash giving a mildly paranoid frown.
"This. A dissection is when an abnormal temporal deviance is corrected, whether by force or splicing together the correct timeline, as I have just done. I was not supposed to be digging under the Workshop for as long as I was, which led to an even worse incident here, so I made a simple alteration causing the previous iteration of me to stop work twenty minutes earlier and become more... presentable, I suppose. To be clear, I cannot explain more than that as such knowledge is an inherently corruptive influence. To journey within the tapestry of time itself is to learn how it is possible to change events, often on a galactic scale. Throughout the twenty thousand years or my Order has existed, in the early days many foolishly believed they knew better and attempted to alter historical events. Some of those attempts succeeded despite those such as myself stopping them at all costs, yet those idiots did not take heed to the fact that such alterations are always considerably more disastrous than the original event itself. In short, it is my solemn duty to prevent temporal fuck ups."
>Turning her snout up in the air to give Krinza a short glower, the dull gold post-human shakes her head, reaching into her coat again to toss a small, normal looking power crystal in your direction.
"Then use this one to recharge your equipment, I took it from a xenos faction in Las Pegasus which no longer needs it. In basic terms, arcane energy can be analogous to electrical power when properly converted, yet it is also an accumulation of elemental, psionic, and other forms of semi-material or immaterial energies, including Planar."
>Leaning to the side and picking up her hat, hoof sticking to the leather, Flash sets it off to the side, her expression hardening.
"Five times within the past year I have... shall I say, 'acquired' an audience with the true Princess Celestia residing in Canterlot. I will share little on what I spoke to her of, save to state this: what do you think will eventually occur when her myriad clones, created through use of the sun globes and driven into existence as the 'daughters' of her alter-ego, the Solar Tyrant, desire to complete a device capable of temporal manipulation that is no longer a barely functional prototype? Perhaps one of them will travel back to Celestia's first meeting with we humans in Canterlot and change our orders, preventing the necessary death of Sharonel or the destruction of Old Canterlot? Maybe one of them will instead decide to kill every human that was there, including myself? Or for a twist of irony, prevent every human from reaching Tallus safely? The possibilities are, like the dangers, endless."

>Looking up from his position, Krinza raises his shoulders in a helpless motion, though is immediately cut off by Flash smacking her hoof in the floor with a grinding snarl.
"Enough! If it were not for the true Celestia desiring a force of expendable mercenaries not from this damned xenos world, I would be back on my ship plying the galaxy in the craven, callously self-righteous holy names of stupidity and arrogance! I would rather be here in this miserably lewd xenos body that isn't my own rather than being a slave forced to follow quadrillions of other puppets that were needlessly slaughtered before my own birth!"
The L.O.N.T
MIbLA
?
No.199811
199890
>>199144

>Lont made a mental note to help Cadence with the patients when he was done with this.

>'Hundreds of them, this mare must be real trouble for the Empire. Ugh what the fuck is with those colours.' He thought as he went by the second cordon, the combination of pastels making his eyes water. Though, he wasn't one to talk, as his current getup was a poorly mashed together assortment of weaponry and equipment; like he just drove through a costume closet.

>Seeing the third cordon had his throat go dry, the carnage wrought upon these Knights was near impossible to imagine. He could only see some sort of APC or small tank do such damage, not a fleeing Ward. He made another note to attend to these ponies first before heading back to the Spire.

>Reaching the forth cordon he saw this time there was no way of getting past this, a literal wall of armour and magic blocking his path. Clicking his tongue in frustration he slowed his motorbike to a growling stop, looking for an alternate path that bypassed this cordon and brought him back onto the fleeing Wards trail. And while he was staying still for the brief moment he took this chance to remember if she was a Matrice in her direction.

[1d6 = 4]
E.Perception
[1d6 = 3]

[1d6 = 4]

[1d6+1 = 5]
>H.E


The Pagoda, Home of Luxury & Laziness
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199845
200013
>>199774
>Though it probably wasn't your imagination due to the Changelings, the impact of a sigh hitting the door could be felt.
>After all, hearing it would be weird!

>Traveling the short distance back to the Pagoda, upon peering in you immediately spot Shanis, now with a number of mangoes stashed all around her head, on the same couch as she had been, and of course, still cradling the bright white hallucination.
>In turn, the bright white hallucination spots you, the. presumably, young seal's head rotates up, a content smile creasing her long whiskers back, while a deep black flipper lifts several inches in greeting.
>There was no mistaking the seal to be female either due to a rounded facial structure, and a general air of cuteness.
>Either that or Shanis was responsible for the last part, yet at the moment you couldn't be sure.

>On the south side of the Pagoda, Naliyna had returned and was busy sorting through two mounds of folded blankets and woven carpets, the first a mix from all across Tallus, the second definitely Saddle Arabian, taking up most of the trading stall outside of her carelessly organized paperwork.
>By all appearances both piles looked quite soft and warm, though most importantly expensive, but given the way they were being hoofled it seemed like the trader was simply trying to organize them to get rid of.
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.199864
199901
>>199804
>Pareidolia keeps his arms folded and leans back onto his heels.

[Then you should know how to answer me to achieve the result you want.]

>As she launches into her length explanation, he moves to lean against the wall near the doorway to the garage.

[Curious definitions. Fascinating, however irrelevant information.]

>Her display of temporal slicing elicits only a minor tilting of his head.
>With a deft hand, he catches the crystal before pocketing it.

[Experienced. Well supplied. Long winded. Failed to demonstrate how the law of causality has not been violated. All irrelevant to my question.]

>Pareidolia sighs heavily.

"Fascinating, but not what I asked. The implications of possible interference from the presumed dead Solar Tyrant are not something I need persuasion to deal with. I wanted an answer on what *I* would be required to do to "battle" a temporal anomaly. Definitions and explanations irrelevant to the immediate operational goal involving these crystals-"

>He gestures with his boot to the wrapped bundle before him.

"are unnecessary. The Celestia I spoke with confirmed there were temporal crystals at the mansion along with spectres and an accident that killed three ponies there. If what you claim is true, then proof will arise from the investigative process. But what did you specifically want from *me*?"
Freedom, But At What Cost?
Indurian
!!buRZoyxezk
aR8XB
?
No.199866
200017
ofuckyeahbud.jpg
>>199781
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHojJsGlZ-s&list=PL6kL5OWcMyZvX959KCgcD22Zd-2cBlL1r&index=111
>as soon as Ironmane leaves, Indurian jumps with elation
"YES! Free at last we shall be!"
>Andrammelech resigns himself to a chuckle and a smile, leaning back in his throne and folding his massive arms across his chest
["Indeed. It would seem that we will likely owe this Ironmane character a debt, once we are revived..."]
>the daemon falls silent, long enough for the knight to take notice
"Friend, what may now trouble your troubling mind? We stand now upon the brink of salvation!"
>he walks slowly towards Andrammelech, now standing before his towering frame, slumped forward in his massive chair, clearly deep in thought
"Art thou not pleased, at this of all moments?"
>a rumbling sigh escapes the daemon's elongated maw
["I must worry, knight, of the consequences."]
"I share your concerns, yet I feel I must point out that one thing which we both know to be absolutely true - our list of alternatives is drastically lacking."
["Huh... true."]
>with that, Andrammelech waves his massive hand - gone is the chess board, now replaced with several wooden barrels
>two goblets appear, one small in Indurian's hand, and one large, for Andrammelech
>the knight, catching on quickly, draws his sword and stabs one of the barrels, bringing forth a healthy gush of deep, red wine
["A celebration, while we wait."]

The Crystal City-State: The Prey Become Predators
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199890
199922
>>199811
>Except for backtracking to take either the north or south alleys, and having to convince the Wardens to let you through, the quickest route was probably forward.
>Most likely knowing of your impending arrival before hearing it, the four center rows of Wardens spill back out from the intersection, the double lines spinning and racing towards the third cordon, allowing a relatively clear path through the remaining Crystal ponies.
>One of the rearmost Crusaders turns its head back to you, the mare shouting in a calm yet demanding tone.
"Damned things are weak to elementals, we'll try to keep them contained! Now move ahead before they try to flee again!"

>Beyond the clustered Wardens you watch what was, perhaps, the most confusing and odd battle you'd witnessed so far:
>Champion Belregard, or a Golem that perfectly matched that one's appearance including a missing shield, was in the beginning stage of a wind up straight punch to the face of a blood-covered alicorn height pony, albeit with considerably more body mass and dozens of long, barb-tipped appendages sprouting from its barrel and saddle.
>The Golem's shield-lance raises up to meet the majority of offending organic weaponry while the fist impacts, a single burst of neon pink radiating into the pony, or creature's, body, seemingly oblivious to the potential harm it was about to suffer.
[1d6+15 = 17]
<Master Ethereal Lance
[1d6+15 = 18]

[1d6+15 = 21]

[1d6+15 = 17]

[1d6+4 = 6]
<Ethereal Scourge
>vs:
[1d6+11 = 13]
<????? #1
[1d6+11 = 12]

[1d6+11 = 15]

[1d6+11 = 12]

[1d6+10 = 11]
<????? #1 Regeneration
[1d6+10 = 11]

[1d6+10 = 12]

[1d6+10 = 16]

>Flashing into view briefly, a wholly unarmored, sparkling seafoam green and pearly ocean blue Crystal filly, the mane a curious two-tone hot pink and lemon, stabs a short-hafted, bluesteel tipped leaf bladed spear into the face of another pony-creature, virtually the same as the first save for numerous frozen patches across it's body.
>Taking full advantage of the greatly slowed down creature, the filly performs an impressive rearward bounce out of range before it even has a chance to strike.
[1d6+6 = 7]
<E.Assault
[1d6+6 = 9]

[1d6+6 = 10]

[1d6+2 = 5]
<Frostcrack
[1d6+2 = 8]
<E.Crystal Runes: Pull
[1d6+2 = 5]

[1d6+2 = 3]

>vs:
[1d6+11 = 14]
<????? #2
[1d6+11 = 17]

[1d6+11 = 15]

[1d6+11 = 16]

[1d6+7 = 8]
<????? #2: Regeneration
[1d6+7 = 13]

[1d6+7 = 13]

[1d6+7 = 12]

>Beyond the pony-creature scrambling madly in a failing attempt to catch up with the filly, a likewise unarmored and, at least to your eyes, Crystal pony mare of no particular note was locked into a close range and fully one sided duel with a third creature.
>As you watch, the mare hooks both of her forelegs around the opponent's, then twists sideways with a powerful buck to the crystal ground, slamming the creature down with an accompanying series of sounds that could only be numerous bones fracturing, to which the creature responds by stabbing a multitude of the same barb-tipped appendages into the mare's seemingly uncaring face, neck, and chest.
[1d6+13 = 18]
<M.Storm Tactic: Slam
[1d6+13 = 17]

[1d6+13 = 17]

[1d6+13 = 17]

[1d6+8 = 10]
<Resist Damage
[1d6+8 = 13]

[1d6+8 = 12]

[1d6+8 = 14]

[1d6+11 = 15]
<????? #3
[1d6+11 = 17]

[1d6+11 = 17]

[1d6+11 = 17]

[1d6+10 = 11]
<????? #3: Regeneration
[1d6+10 = 16]

[1d6+10 = 15]

[1d6+10 = 14]

>Over the din of hoofboots passing by you and the battle ahead, a much too young to be here Crystal colt could be heard loudly cheering, though there was an odd double inflection to his voice.
"Go mom go! Go mom go!"
Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.199895
200019
>>199541
"Hmmm, some of these seem familiar."
>Clem mumbled to himself, trying to parse through this info
>Good insight on Constructs and their motives
>Somewhat motives
>He still needs things on Constructs that seem capable of flight, let alone space travel
>Suddenly hinging on an idea, Clemency returns to the Construct library section and picks out that Historian's Guide and the book on the Therrost Isles
>Cracking those books open he goes through Construct incursions, seeing how they start

Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.199896
200033
>>199563
>Zhun sips at his teacup again, though with a surprised look when the mention of lewd is heard
>"Need to get used to ponies and their...liberties."
"Well, ok."
>He listens to Amerose negotiate this
>Also apparently the Duchess is one of statues
>Zhun was amused however at the mention of 10000 bits
>Made him feel funny, seeing as he is a part of this and money is just flaunted like that
>Something to get used to
>Zhun looks over to the Duchess with a grin and a nod
"Everything looks fine to me."
>As long as it doesn't get out
>Good thing he's good at secrets
Razorback Workshop: The Nuisance
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.199901
>>199864
>Reaching into her coat again, three wooden cylinders are brought out and set down followed by a tiny black candle, a match box, then a thin, dull gold coin the size of a silver dollar.
"I explained what you asked for. The dan-"
>Pausing to stare confusedly at you for several moments, Flash blinks once, ending whatever her thought was by quickly giving applying a hoof to her face.
"A shining example of not paying attention to every possible consequence when performing a temporal splice occurred.. this time I will apologize."
>Taking a deep breath, the cylinders are lifted with dim gold glows, each shaken once, then set down, a match shaken out, the candle then lit and set atop the coin.
"To correct potential and preexisting anomalies, a compartmentalization of each individual's memory directly correlating to the witnessed event must be thoroughly examined to determine what the nature and form of the anomaly is. In short terms: we would explore your physical memory of what occurred in the mansion to learn which of the clones to identify, isolate, then eliminate it before they any further progress on the temporal manipulation device's status proceeds. This will involve invading the anomalous space created by the clone's existence, effectively deleting the concept of it's existence from within. I can construct the necessary equipment required to exit, but only if I can acquire the materials necessary."
>Placing her left forehoof over the flame, Flash shoots an annoyed glance back at Krinza, then shrugs, one side of her muzzle quirking in an approximation of disgust.
"I could not learn all necessary information upon examining the memories of the other... 'human' involved. One is best served by forgetting such a corrupted being, it's mere presence was beyond vile. The knowledge of that engineer, Kraut, was instrumental in cross-referencing my audiences with the true Celestia against the clones that I have come across, especially regarding the gaps in knowledge between the clones themselves and the Princess of Sun, whom I must add has a peerless recollection. The clones share a form of communal mind, yet they do not know, and apparently are unable to know, the existence of others. They never meet, they do not acknowledge each other, nor do those following them become aware of the differences until separated for at least a week. For example, the true Celestia knew Doctor Harlon, Rhoda, and their gryphon herdmate quite well. She was likewise privy to some of their secrets, including the creation of the first translocation matrice, their work on the compound known as managel, the golem they were constructing, and the ever useful power crystals that Rhoda had developed, whom I must add was the first Crystal pony to devise them. Celestia likewise provided the three with a large amount of the materials, resources, supplies, and privacy to continue their work unhindered. I did, however, encounter one clone that recalled several of facts, though it claimed to have never met the Doctor himself. That cannot possibly be true as their logbooks recorded numerous visits from Celestia. I do not fault you nor the engineer for not knowing these discrepancies, it took myself quite some time to understand it."
>Lips pursing, the post-human swaps hooves over the flame, offering a half-heartedly grim smile.
"What I require from you is, again, the information which would allow myself, and Krinza, to positively identify the clone which spent time here. After that, I will require the aid of either, or both, yourself and Kraut to eliminate it before it can attempt any temporal violations."
The L.O.N.T
MIbLA
?
No.199922
200106
>>199890

>While mapping out the route, the Crystal Ponies moved and made a path for him through their formation.
"Well alrighty then."

>Revving his engine and moving out Lont was going to shout a thanks at the Wardens, only to be cut off by the Crusader. 'Them? They? Son of a-' He thought with a tinge of annoyance. Either some vital information was not given to him or this Ward had guards. Probably the latter Lont thought.
"Got it, thanks and good luck!"

>With that thanks given the Outrider burst forward, only to slow down AGAIN when he saw what the hell was going on beyond the fourth cordon. Fear shivered his spine at the sight of the disgusting monsters, with a tiny yelp squeaked out when he saw fucking Belregard. Least he was distracted with the pony monster thing.
>'The Wards guards, ugly bastards.' he thought as he witnessed the filly attack the other monster thingie.
>He just sighed at the third abomination getting beaten by a Crystal mare. This was getting ridiculous.

>They didn't look like they needed him, besides he was ordered to find the boss of these monsters, but they were in the way and he could not see the Ward in question. 'Damn it damn it damn it.'
>Deciding what to do after cursing up a storm, Lont unholstered his Gunblade and chambered a lightning element. Taking aim he fired at one of the rear legs of the Pony Monster the filly was fighting against, hoping to stun the creature. Champion Belregard and the Mare looked like they had things under control with their fights, besides, the filly was out of the way and gave Lont a clear shot.
[1d6+2 = 5]
>B.Small Arms
[1d6+2 = 4]

>With this done he looked again for where his quarry went.
[1d6 = 5]
E.Perception
[1d6 = 1]

[1d6 = 4]

[1d6+1 = 5]
>H.E
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.199929
200168
>>199663
>As the four work themselves into advantages at his flank and blind sides, Adon sweats inwardly.
'Damn, they got me boxed in.'
>At the minotaur's inquiry, he thinks up of something imposing enough to make them hesitate for a little longer. Something to go with the setting.
>A nasty bugger from the Skelliges should do the trick.
"Ever hear of an ice wraith? It's when a lost soul dies an agonizing death in the midst of a blizzard. Transforms into a bloodthirsty spirit, kills to satiate its torment. Been going around and dragging travelers into the deep woods, a couple hours from here. Luckily for you, they won't go near fire or large groups."

>Finishing up his snow white lie of a tale, Adon looks over at the gryphon in mock disappointment.
"Can't blame an opportunist for trying. They that important?"
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.199954
200131
GhostInTheShellBetaReview8.jpg
>>199804
"The consequences can only be understood once I have direct operational parameters. Not before. Your thoroughness is appreciated, just in the wrong order."

>Pareidolia looks on as she begins fiddling with the various objects, silently processing what she states.
>He slowly looks down and to the left trying to recall past events.

[Notable discrepancies in possible duplicate's recall. Unable to verify overall nature of the proposed threat, however contradictions are present.]

>Once she finishes, he notes:

"There were notable discrepancies given the perfect memory you state the Celestia in Canterlot has. The potential duplicate claimed she had very little knowledge of the experiments that occurred there despite knowing Harlon, Suisan, and Rhoda. In particular, she knew Harlon had expertise with temporal casting, but did not know what Rhoda or Suisan were working on. She also claimed to not know much of Arcane terminology. Claimed she knew next to nothing of chemistry and alchemy other than an experimental smoke that turned everything green, pink, and yellow for several hours."

>He looks up directly at her.

"Has the true Celestia confirmed that the Solar Tyrant is responsible for these clones and that they are an active threat? I am willing to remove artifacts, equipment, and potential hazards from the possession of this possible duplicate, but do you have proof and sanction to operate in this manner? Her abilities were significant and would make her pacification difficult."

>Tapping a boot against the floor, he adds:

"And how does the process of rectifying a temporal anomaly not violate the law of causality? If we travel through time into this anomaly in my memory and erase it, how does that not create a paradox in reality? What of the effects on everyone and everything that happened during that operation?"

[Assess and ascertain motive. Was never assigned to SERN's departments. Committee never provided any indication of their work or success. Nature of all procedures involving time operations unclear. Need to remove requisite tools into Committee purview for further review processing.]
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.200013
200141 200147
>>199845

>In a moment that seemed to last longer than the actual split second it did, Sunny merely stared at the seal staring at her.
>The small, pure white thing clutched in the hooves of Shanis seemed impossibly adorable.
>Too adorable to actually exist.
>And yet there it was.
>The split second debate carried on and on, the mare attempting to decided whether or not the seal was a hallucination, the entire encounter, or indeed the entire world she existed in.
>Existential doubt plagued the small pegasi's mind as she wondered if all of this weren't some elaborately crafted encounter in the mind of another. Each detail intentionally created exactly the way it was specifically to create the effect on her it had.
>That there was real madness, and so Sunny took a mental step away from that line of thought, unwilling to unravel that particular ball of yarn like a cat at play.
>The moment passed.
>She lifted a wing in return greeting towards the possibly-a-hallucination seal. Shanis checked on, and evidently still sleeping, Sunny chose not to disturb her, or the seal from their public cuddling and instead made her way over to Naliyna's stall.
>She could trade the contract's she'd been given for another task in retrieving potion recipes.
Razorback Mess Hall
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200017
200600
>>199866
>Partying on into the eternal night, or whatever time Andrammalech could even fathom, a glass-laced pull of reality begins to overtake your senses while watching the great Zodiac demon, on a dare, drain an entire barrel into his maw, decades, perhaps eons fading the event into little more than dim memory.
>Words, phrases, sentences from a myriad of voices dance across your soul, lines of brightly glowing, multicolored Crystal ponies traipsing through endless fields of bare ground, snow, and ice, each searching for a home to call their own.
>Conclaves emerge from the Wastelands, forming into small, barely protected towns dug deep into packed earth and stone under the destruction posed by endless blizzards, snow, hail, and wind, thousands of families living in barely comfortable warmth, protected from the dangers above ground by thin strings of luck and understanding.
>Finally recognizing some form of consciousness, the maddening, endless stream of equinity slowly comes to a peaceful end as the chatter of a quadrillion ponies halts, the change in atmosphere shifting to dim background voices, those of familiar humans, pegasi, unicorns, and others that could, or did, exist.
>Lacking any context until the tiniest glimpse of material sets in, your senses registering comforting, warm blue tones of tightly woven cotton, staring through iced over eyes attempting to guide you back into life once more.
>Face down in an overly stuffed pony styled couch, you awaken from the unexpected eternal slumber, the ever-present cold of the Wastelands continues to threaten you, each movement of muscle fibers bringing forth a frozen, miserably real touch of existence.

>Pure Crystalline Elixir Side Effects: -1 to all Offensive & Defensive skills, suffers double damage from Fire Elementals when unarmored, Fragile target, +1DR, +1 to all Instrument & Sculpting rolls.

"You are finally awake though your skin is bitterly cold. Are you able to speak or move?"
>The soft, warm voice, distant yet close enough to feel, resonates calmly from above, the sensation of a hoof cradling your head apparent to nearly deadened senses.
>Nova Flicker, her name matching to the voice, a minuscule grasp of sanity amidst the endless oceans of frozen consciousness.
"If you cannot answer then I shall carry you to the Clinic, there is a bed prepared with a heatstone slab."
Razorback Library
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200019
200582
>>199895
>Unlike the two volumes that you'd picked out before, both 'A Solar Historian's Guide to Rift Construct Invasions' and the 'Therrost Lisle Harpy Translations, the Isle of Wind Conflict' had not been written in by Spiral.
>Either he didn't have the time and effort to make corrections, or the information contained within both was right.
>Checking when each was written revealed curious dates: 28,419 Tallus, the Translation volume much older as of 26,174 Tallus albeit each were reprints from around 850 years prior to now.
>Paging through both at the same time, the first known incident of a probable Construct invasion occurred immediately after an event known as the 'Endless March of Stone', a brief paragraph explaining the lands belonging to the Minotaur Hegemony had been partially conquered by untold numbers of Otherworldly Golems.
>Both volumes featured slightly different oral histories of the Rift Carrier, a harpy's retelling in the Translation stating that one used its own body to build a gateway, the second in the Historian's volume detailing that the Rift Carrier detonated when a gateway was formed; both sources were well accounted for, the matching later description indicating Constructs had improved their method of linking the Rift to material planes.
>Only two clues existed in the Historian's Guide that Constructs had indeed performed an invasion in the Hegemony's lands:
>The first was a meticulously translated battle-prayer spoken by Hegemonic mystics before performing a rite of passage, that of defeating a dangerous enemy in combat, the wording itself however implying that a potential mystic adherent should only be advanced in position if they destroyed an Endless March Golem that had been witnessed committing the destruction of a Construct.
>The second was referenced in the Therrost Lisle Translation, copied letter for letter, and was more puzzling in comparison: the minute vagaries and idiosyncrasies of the unusual 61 letter Otherworldly Harpy alphabet were lost to you, nonetheless both sources implied that a harpy whom had slain one or more of a Construct model, belatedly named the 'Shell Cracker', was to be immediately promoted to the rank of War Leader.
>Paging back into the Lunar guide, the Shell Cracker was likely distant ancestor of the 'Blazer' model due to being incapable of retreating from combat.
>According to the Historian's Guide, historically the Shell Cracker had been the first model to exit from a gateway during small incursions or invasions for at least three thousand years, though the armaments attributed to it were little more than four sets of arms utilizing somewhat effective armor-piercing claws.

>Coming to a consensus on the information, it seemed that Rift Constructs had, over time, adapted their invasion tactics much more quickly than the most advanced Tallus species could withstand.
>Oddly, while Constructs had improved their lethality throughout many centuries of direct conflict on Tallus, they were more prone to invading either less defended, smaller regions with little sapient life and larger amounts of metals in the surroundings, or sought to occupy inhospitable regions of greater tactical importance.
>Noted in the Translation volume, the harpies whom had settled Therrost Lisle only kept it as a basic, barely maintained fishing outpost during spring and summer, and was fairly close to the Saddle Arabian mainland though Constructs had never invaded from it.

>On the last page of the Translation volume, a series of notes had been scribbled in neat Common Equestrian:
>The first detailed Rift Valley, an isolated Construct fortification located somewhere in the Lower Dragonspine Mountains, known for little other than being a location where Princess Celestia and Princess Luna had dueled during the Lunar-Solar War.
>The second was partially removed, the remaining paragraph mentioning an island southwest of the Deep Moors coastline called Tempest Isle, abandoned by a clan of Ferron even before Constructs arrived to colonize due to a gigantic, permanent storm cloud that perpetually spewed forth lightning and winds that stripped all flora from it.
Duchess Pearl Lake
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200033
200587
>>199896
>Momentarily tilting her head in your direction at the look, the Duchess shoots a terribly cliche mock seductive wink, raising a forehoof which, barely, covers her curious smile.
>Making a slight, reflexive nod towards the white noblemare, Amerose's teacup is lifted for a dainty sip accompanied by a brief, short hum.
"I have notified one of the Starborn Lorekeepers. When you decide to leave, Duchess, you will be given an unremarkable satchel with the proposed amount along with a number of small valuables. This could easily be explained as you collecting an up front payment on a.. ..statue, yes?"
>Pearl Lake takes a last glance at Dancing Eyes, the primal's eyes closed amidst short, breathy snores, then pushes herself off the table to stand, stretching out with a relieved noise.
"That is more than acceptable. I will do what I can to convince my mareguard to speak nothing of this case of mistaken identity, though I doubt they would even bother."
>Tipping her head to politely nod at you, then to Amerose, the white earth mare turns on hoof, pausing to raise an eyebrow while staring upwards.
"Before I do leave, a bit of information: despite rumors to the contrary, there are a few Canterlotlians that would like to aid Razorback. A vote was held at dusk in the Silver Court of Nobles, ten or so dissented from the decision to remain neutral. I will make it a point to drop by now and then to deliver the juiciest bits of information, perhaps in exchange for something from your famous chef, and of course to visit. A good night to you three and do come knock first."
>Lankily striding towards the entrance with well measured clops on the stone underhoof, then out, the robed Lorekeeper Crystal mare's eyes half-lid as she frowns in deep thought, her face tightening in surprise and horror.
"Strange, her name reminds me of a chapter I read about six years ago on one of the now destroyed Enclaves, I believe. The researchers were performing experiments related to the creation of Naghtmares, though they did not want to deal with the difficulties of necromarecy or elementalism. According to the record a 'pearl lake' was created, an artificial alchemical pool of components in which a severely injured, diseased, or otherwise dying pony is able to undergo the physical transubstantiation into a statue and from there can.. oh... oh dear."
The Crystal City State: The Prey Become Predators
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200106
200182
>>199922
>Barely missing the Outrider's rear wheel, walls of gleaming Imperial crystalline shields slam into place behind you, the telltale melody of Crystal runes beginning to vibrate throughout intersection accompanied by tiny ice squares forming a dense screen.
[1d6 = 2]
<Chorus of Command: Micro-Blizzard Wall

>Well beyond the point of noticing you over his current distraction, the Ethereal Golem's shield-lance is shoved backwards from the barrage of organic weapons, flakes and chunks of the material spraying into the air, only a few barbs landing in the center of his chest.
>Out of the corner of your eye, the Champion suddenly spins about in a rough three-step promenade movement, smashing the shield-lance into the pony-creature in a purely defensive movement, a crackling grunt of effort displaying that the Golem was not feeling entirely confident at the situation.
[1d6+15 = 17]
<Counter
[1d6+15 = 21]
<M.Ethereal Lance
[1d6+15 = 18]

[1d6+15 = 16]

[1d6+15 = 17]

[1d6+15 = 19]
<Resist Damage
>vs:
[1d6+11 = 13]
<????? #1
[1d6+11 = 14]

[1d6+11 = 17]

[1d6+11 = 13]

[1d6+10 = 15]
<????? #1: Regeneration
[1d6+10 = 15]

[1d6+10 = 15]

[1d6+10 = 11]

>Clipping the pony-creature's right rear leg high up with a bolt of electricity, the second manages to shatter a chunk off it's obscenely overbuilt hooves, the thing stumbling in midstep and barely skidding to an abrupt halt.
>Although you couldn't tell what damage had been done, the eye-searing filly takes advantage of the momentarily crippling, rebounding from her crouched position towards her chosen opponent, the short-hafted spear in her rune grasp slamming into the creature's face again, both of the eyes now seized over with permafrost.
>throwing herself backwards in another bounce, though not before humorously shouting in an eerily double-toned, youthful filly's voice, a hoof is pointed northwards briefly.
"This one's mine human, go help out Tacit!"
[1d6+7 = 13]
<Lunge
[1d6+6 = 10]
<E.Assault
[1d6+6 = 8]

[1d6+6 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 3]
<Frostcrack
[1d6+2 = 7]
<E.Crystal Runes: Pull
[1d6+2 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 7]

>vs:
[1d6+6 = 11]
<????? #2: Regeneration
[1d6+6 = 8]

[1d6+6 = 8]

[1d6+6 = 11]

>Behind Champion Belregard, the unarmored Crystal mare was either unphased or unimpressed by the pony-creature's organic weapons gouging small chunks of crystal from the upper front half of her body, snapping her entire body forwards in a sideways whiplash movement to drive both knees into the downed creature's throat.
>All the while the Crystal colt could be heard cheering even louder somewhere to the north as the creature's appendages seize hold of the mare's head, violently wrenching sideways as if to snap her neck.
[1d6+13 = 15]
<M.Assault: Crushing Blows
[1d6+13 = 14]

[1d6+13 = 18]

[1d6+13 = 19]

[1d6+8 = 13]
<Resist Damage
[1d6+8 = 11]

[1d6+8 = 10]

[1d6+8 = 10]

>vs:
[1d6+15 = 21]
<????? #3
[1d6+15 = 18]

[1d6+15 = 18]

[1d6+15 = 18]

[1d6+9 = 15]
<????? #3: Regeneration
[1d6+9 = 15]

[1d6+9 = 11]

[1d6+9 = 13]

>Previously unseen until entering the blocked off intersection, the north, east, and west alleys had been walled off by giant, jagged sheets of ice connecting from building to building, as you survey the scene another shocking surprise comes into view:
>The ever familiar, barbarically muscled dim red form of Tacit, bearing little more than a furious snarl across his face and covered in numerous deep cuts across his coat was currently locked in a potentially losing life-or-death struggle against a brilliantly coated, half-clear turqoise and aquamarine Ward.
>The stallion's earth pony brutality was on full display now, his teeth clamped onto the mare's horn and visibly doing his best to snap it off with a tremendous head shaking motion, once akin to that of a wild warg throwing a small basilisk around; above the two, the mare's Crystal Rune control was having great difficulty matching a quartet of oversized crystalline spear heads against an equal number of painfully bright green copies above, the telltale scent of scorched psionic ozone blatantly apparent.
[1d6+19 = 23]
<Grandmaster Assault
[1d6+19 = 24]

[1d6+19 = 22]

[1d6+19 = 23]

[1d6+19 = 24]

[1d6+19 = 20]

[1d6+15 = 21]
<M.Psion: Crushing Force
[1d6+15 = 16]

[1d6+15 = 21]

[1d6+15 = 20]

[1d6+9 = 14]
<M.Reaction Speed
[1d6+9 = 12]

[1d6+9 = 11]

[1d6+9 = 15]

[1d6+8 = 14]
<B.Resist Damage
[1d6+8 = 9]

>vs:
[1d6+14 = 18]
<M.Crystal Runes: Control
[1d6+14 = 17]

[1d6+14 = 15]

[1d6+14 = 18]

[1d6+12 = 14]
<Ward Regeneration
[1d6+12 = 17]

[1d6+12 = 14]

[1d6+12 = 15]

[1d6+9 = 10]
<M.Assault
[1d6+9 = 14]

[1d6+9 = 13]

[1d6+9 = 13]

[1d6+3 = 8]
<B.Resist Damage
[1d6+3 = 5]

>Nearly missing the last detail you could pay attention to at moment, the shredded corpse of another pony-creature lies steaming in front of the north wall of ice, most of its appendages torn off around the body, the head and barrel crushed into paste, though still faintly glowing a lustrous Ethereal pink.
Bubba the Second
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.200120
200151
>>198013
>While watching the three mares beat the shit out of each other, Bubba keeps an eye on the crowd.
>While he wasn't exactly nervous, he knew he was slightly out of his depth with the lack of interactions from batponies before now.
>He was at least satisfied that the mare he bet on winning isn't the one losing, though. Even if it was a tie for the moment.
Razorback Workshop: The Nuisance
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200131
200194
>>199954
"Yet another hazard poorly explained by my Order. I have spent multiple lifetimes in temporal castigation, need to reverse this state of affairs before it becomes worse."
>Emitting a short, self-derogatory huff, Flash continues warming her hoof, or at least that's what it appears to be until reaching up to touch the pendant, muttering a calm, repeating phrase in a solemn, intoning dialect that sounded like a cross between ancient true Latin and.. binary?
[1d6 = 5]
<Black Candle

>Placing both of her front hooves down, the medieval clothed mare slowly exhales, yellow eyes narrowing as she lifts her head.
"All of which is likewise impossible. Princess Celestia is a renowned alchemist known across this entire world. Save for Princess Cadence and perhaps Princess Luna, her knowledge is well beyond that of every other alchemist currently alive. As for the last part it was explained to me that was a prank during the early stages of constructing Old Canterlot. Many of the Solar royalty could not decide upon which stone the walls were to be of and so Celestia prepared a large amount of combined mane coloration mixtures to throw them off."
>Caught between nodding and shaking her head, the post-human's right eyebrow raises, the left lowering as she frowns thoughtfully.
"Not quite, no. From what I have pieced together about it's motives, the Solar Tyrant, more correctly, the Dark Side of the Sun, was forced from Princess Celestia's psyche some eighty to ninety years ago into a multitude of sunglobes. Even with the most optimistic theory that would never have fully contained the full power of a deity such as it. All of Razorback, including myself, met the true Princess Celestia at the train station in Canterlot and were given our first task then. It is impossible to understate her... purity, I suppose, merely being in her presence is akin to that of stepping foot into a Tallus Leyline, or a sanctum dedicated to the worship of an alicorn. During my third meeting with Princess Celestia she did mention that she kept the most coherent fragment of the Solar Tyrant and used it as a backup to speak for her when she was otherwise occupied. I have little doubt that was the one which deflagrated Canterlot Castle with a plasma-based storm. In order to do so it drew upon the many sunglobes contained therein, coalescing the Solar Tyrant's fragmented psyches and erstwhile energy reserves together within that one clone. As for sanction-"
>Glancing down at the black candle burning much quicker, Flash's face softens, reaching up to rub under her horn while giving you a morbidly pensive gaze.
"Essentially.. yes. Princess Celestia warned me to deal with the clones in a most discreet manner for three reasons:"
"One, preventing the Canterlot royalty from committing any more delaying actions on both the Canterlot Treaty and rebuilding the Palance, otherwise they could accuse her of sedition against her own laws, or perhaps even accusing her of plotting to ally with Stalliongrad, which, while that could be quickly disproven, potentially may be rather damaging in the long term."
"Second, I have directly verified that perhaps twenty sunglobes were not inhabited by the Solar Tyrant's fractured pscyhe. As you may know, Princess Celestia gifted several hundred of them to Stalliongrad approximately eighty years ago during a period in which the Councilierge sought to rebuild their ties to mainland Equestria. A political disaster in the waiting, as it were."
"Third, that knowledge of how she dealt with the Solar Tyrant would be quickly derided. The royalty would call into question not only her authority, but her unalienable right to rule and the laws she has devised throughout the past thousand years. I need not explain how much damage this would cause were it to be known publicly."
>Eyebrows furrowing together at the questions, Flash remains still for five seconds, then throws her head back, snorting loudly before falling onto the floor sideways, devolving into peals of giggling laughter.

>Standing up from in front of the work table, Krinza's eyes roll, spinning about and leaping up next to his anvil, head turning towards you with a barely contained expression of mirth.
"This much I can mostly answer. Causality on Tallus is not a looping circle where all events must be placed in an orderly fashion. Where, and not when, a gap appears in the timeline it remains in that gap state until 'filled', spliced, deleted, or corrected. Think of this as nicks or gouges in a blade rather than whole slices missing instead of making the whole blade itself useless. Not only that, I do not think Miss Flash intends to 'erase' the memory of your interaction, rather it seems she means to observe the peculiarities of the... clone which has been here, in order to better identify it. If that were the case-"
>Sitting down and poking his chest with a hoof, then waving said hoof in a 180 circle, indicating the rest of the Workshop, but most likely the Fortress as a whole.
"Everything here and much across Equestria would change, which would not be the ideal scenario. As Miss Flash stated and Spiral's notes agree, attempting to correct temporal flaws without the proper knowledge would be disastrous beyond comparison. Instead, I believe that her overall intention is to prevent this 'clone' from performing any temporal alternations before it would be capable of doing so."
>Pausing to rub his snout briefly, the black and yellow unicorn cocks his head in your direction, lips creasing into contemplative lines as the dull gold mare continues writhing in laughter.
"I do not mean to state that Miss Flash is one hundred percent correct, though she may be more right than she knows. Have there been any new notices for sale on the bulletin board or elsewhere? In particular I am now quite interested in pinksteel, void-flux, Grim-Thane, and perhaps even the most curious of banned weaponry, those with the Bane enchantment."
Anonymous
Kv9nQ
?
No.200134
200135 200137
1759141__safe_artist-colon-anonymous_oc_oc-colon-aryanne_8chan_armband_earth pony_female_heil_nazi_-fwslash-pone-fwslash-_pony_solo_swastika.png
(((Humans))) are an abomination and a menace to all of Equestria. Sieg fucking heil, Ungeziefer.
Anonymous
2N3Bz
?
No.200135
200138
>>200134 funny way to say (((unicorns)))
Anonymous
UhWTN
?
No.200136
Do we look like Judens
Anonymous
Zqwzc
?
No.200137
200138
>>200134
#notallhumans mkay?
Anonymous
Kv9nQ
?
No.200138
991345__safe_artist-colon-aryanne_oc_oc-colon-aryanne_oc only_adolf hitler_bipedal_blonde_bottomless_carpet_clothes_cloud_crowd_earth pony_fascism_fema.png
>>200135
Ja sie do. Now getten back into zee shower.

>>200137
>>200135
Nein. All (((humans))) are pests vat needs to be exterminated
The Pagoda: Home of Luxury & Laziness
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200141
200147 200196
>>200013
>Unlike a ball of yarn in a Moor cat's paws, the seal was certainly not unraveling; to the contrary her smile deepens, becoming the most sincere expression of sealish merriment at being acknowledged, snuggling back into Shanis with the innocently comfortable aplomb that only one with no obligations, or expectations really, could have.
>The Mercenary Queen meanwhile was not denying the case for seal legitimacy, black suited legs tightening their grasp around the young pinniped, almost as if Shanis were daring anypony watching to be jealous.
>Of course, there was jealousy, and then there was snuggling, the second happening to be almost as important to pegasi as sleep.

>One crystalline fuschia eye rolls up to you, a hoof lifting in a stiffly formal greeting, then focuses to the side as the scar-covered Crystal mare directs a stack of neatly refolded carpets off to the closest couch, her low tone flatly annoyed, yet the mood didn't seem to be directed at you.
"And here Thrill thinks I sleep more than necessary, what I wouldn't give to lie in bed half the night just once a week.. anyway, can I help you with something else?"
Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.200147
200196 200452
b4d.jpg
>>200141
>>200013
>Jeff naps for some time, with Tipper's upper body gently resting on his shirted midsection.
>But he never gets any meaningful rest. He's downright restless.
>For once in quite a while, he couldn't bring himself to lazily nap like a bat.
>In fact, he really didn't feel anything bat-like any more.
>He just looks up at the pagoda's ceiling, starring through creased eyelids as he takes the last hour or so in.
'I just literally came back from a spa, and I already need another vacation.'
>Sighing quietly, Jeff lifts his head up and peaks his eyes open to look around to see a white pegasus with brown mane enter the pagoda.
>Does he know her?
>Oh, cute. She's wearing an eyepatch like a little badass.
>As well as Shanis being up from her nap, and having something small and white cornered.
>Being quiet, and gentle, Jeff slowly wiggles himself off of Tipper's weight and onto a sitting position on the couch before rising and casually greeting the queen of Tartarus Isle.
>This will be be good, in fact. He can ask her about Foggy.
"Hey Shanis. Hi... new pegasus."
>Jeff peaks over to see whatever Shanis had pinned.
"Since you're up... is that a... seal?"
Cairn Wharf: Fight Club!
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200151
200422
>>200120
>Even though you lacked a great deal of personal knowledge on batponies, the outrageously silent, still atmosphere across the Wharf simply did not make sense.
>As a species they were either hyper-lazy, incapable of being still for longer than a few seconds, constantly chattering to each other, anyone, and anypony in their vicinity that they felt needed to be talked to, or constantly devising new schemes, puns, and tricks to prank others with.
>Except for the few oddities that were routinely motivated, the few in the Fortress that you could immediately recall were always in one of those four states, which made the scene of several hundred mixed batponies and pegasi stock still, barely daring to breath, even more surreal.

>The trio of archaic batponies maintain their lethal dance of wingclaws, hooves, and teeth for a handful of seconds until the Rest and the unnamed mare finally knock Soft-Kill down onto her knees, turning to focus on each other with the intensity of a hungry pony attacking a newly discovered ungrazed lawn.
>Barely seen, Soft-Kill's head shakes briefly, the mare's wings coiled above her head tightly as she leaps back into the fray front hooves first, diving at Rest with a vibrating hiss.
[1d6 = 6]
<Soft-Kill
[1d6 = 4]
<?????
[1d6 = 2]
<Rest
Lost In the Crag Moors: Stuck (In The Middle Of) You
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200158
200169
>The tiny Wild on screen takes on a greatly confused look, staring down at you for an uncomfortably long time until speaking up, the right armored index finger making a quick shaking motion while the Eldritch Android's armored boots thumping on sand slower now.
"Current speed reduced to thirty miles per hour due to difficult terrain. Natilda, I do not know what you are referring to; your information has been logged and will undergo categorization. Analysis of potential dangers related to the consumption of equine biomatter: sixth tertiary priority. Maximum suggested consumption limit of equine organic biomatter and fluids: eight ounces per thirty hour cycle until otherwise noted."
>Returning back into caricature mode, She That Must Cease Inserting Those Into That Place There sketches a schematic of what you takes to be an overly large bomb shell in the center of a mock city denoted by a 20 kilometer by 20 kilometer grid, a black spot in the center quickly surrounded by a dark red ring, then progressively lighter, wider rings until a roughly 15 kilometer sphere is deleted.
"Level 2 catastrophic damage followed by unknown long term contamination. The force caused by detonation of small nuclear weaponry is measured in tons of trinitrocellulose, known by humans as TNT. The smallest feasible nuclear bomb is equivalent to ten tons of TNT. Reference: this amount would delete an Equestrian town approximately seven point-five times the current radius of Razorback Fortress. Estimate of medium scale variants: approximate destruction radius of forty kilometers. No further extrapolations possible at this time. Do not worry, I will examine all possible scenarios to prevent the completion of this form of weaponry."
>Placing the corrected map back on display, a bright blue dot appears on the edge with small text over it: 'Current Location', the right side view screen comes back online with a static crackle, showing a much clearer image of the long, ash-covered coastline, the vague treeline still little more than large, burnt match sticks.
"Map updated. Optical Unit Six fully restored, now performing additional long ranged scans. Natilda, please designate only one of the following three priority secondary functions to restore: communications, life support, air conditioning."
[1d6 = 6]
<Arcanum Sensors Array
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
2N3Bz
?
No.200168
200398
>>199929

>Now surrounded, the two Gryphons eased their weapons slightly as Adon talked while the Minotaur, whom sounded uncomfortably close, snorted incredulously. On the other hand the Unicorn took interest in what he was saying, then with eyes narrowed she glared at one the catbirds then back to the Witcher. "Told ya there were spirits here."

>"Shut yer trap pony!" Scowled the Gryphon, focus not leaving the human in their midsts. The other catbird, the one Adon was talking to tilted his head to one side, beaked face suspicious. "They are, client pays good." A grunt of approval came from behind Adon as the Minotaur split his attention between the Witcher and the surrounding forest.

>Another glance at the tied slaved showed Adon that the Chiqtu was cutting away at the rope still, the material having to be thick and good quality to take so long.
[1d6+1 = 6]
>Sharpness
[1d6 = 5]
>Poking

>"They might give some extra for a human too." Said the other Gryphon. "Oh indeed~" Agreed the Unicorn, the magic surrounding her horn growing brighter as she stepped forward.

Event
[1d2 = 2]
>2


Natilda
!5KkYrBuec2
UhWTN
?
No.200169
200192
>>200158
>Did this car just sass me.
>I think it sassed me.
"Okay... So its a bomb. A very, very big bomb. I can understand that, even if I have the feeling its a very big over... simplification?"
>I think that's right.
"I'm pretty sure we don't have nuclear weapons, though with all of the weapons I've seen other humans carrying around..."
>Like whatever assault rifles were.
>Watching the new screen for a moment, I debated on what would be most important.
>'Communications would need a high priority... but it would probably be better to have life support. I can handle being hot.'
"Жизненная поддержка."
>Letting out a cough, I shook my head.
"Life support. I'm no good to you dead."
>After letting Wild know, I stared at the lifeless landscape.
"Wild... Would a nuclear bomb do this to a forest?"
The L.O.N.T
2N3Bz
?
No.200182
200421
Utas-15-bitmap.png
>>200106

https://youtu.be/xXLGP19anWU

>'Well, no turning back now. Literally.' He thought morosely as the cordon closed ranks behind him, even setting up a magical barrier.

>Lont winced at seeing the Ethereal being forced to defend himself, these pony abominations were dangerous. A grim picture of clarity went through his mind at how the third cordon was so decimated.
>Oh and the filly didn't need his help anyway, out of the three combats going on. His frustration for the strange world he was in subsided when he was told to help-
"Tacit?"

>Snapping his head left and right he looked for the Earth pony, registering the ice walls before seeing the struggling stallion. And there, horn being chewed on was the mare he was looking for.
>Lont did not know much about her, but from her guards and the reputation of the Wards' inner circle, he could put two-and-two together as where the pony monsters came from. 'Reason enough for her death.'
>His target was there, distracted and engaged, the stench of psion was in the air. Tacit was losing, and he was on a motorbike.
>'No'. He reasoned, by the time he would of reached her she would of gotten out of the way, possibly even throwing Tacit in the way of his wheels.

>With military precision Lont holstered his Gunblade in favour for his Spiker, loading it with Livermorium darts. Tacits' head was too close to hers, so instead Lont took aim for the Wards' neck.
[1d6 = 3]
>E.Perception
[1d6+3 = 4]
>Thermal
[1d6 = 5]

[1d6+1 = 2]
>H.E

[1d6+4 = 5]
>E.Shotgun +Heavy Shotgun
[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 10]

>>200106

Lost in the Crag Moors: Stuck (In The Middle Of) You
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200192
200428
>>200169
>If Wild Ride could read your thoughts, the tiny cartoon version of her on screen staring down would be more smug than visibly concerned.
>Or, maybe, JUST maybe, it was a tiny blotch of smugness on top of concern.
>Somehow you felt that wasn't the case, especially since Wild was barely over six hours old.

>Slowing once more, the Android turns to face the ocean, tilting backwards to present a better view of great ash swaths drifting to the shoreline on small waves, then faces west and returns to her previous plodding speed.
"Rough calculation: a two-hundred pound nuclear bomb is equivalent to eight-thousand of my 30 millimeter shells-"
>Lifting the essentially useless massive semi-automatic pistol into view.
"Or approximately five hundred standard two-hundred and fifty pound bombs. I agree with the simplification as I have little hard data available, but I will attempt to ensure full compliance with my protocols."
>Emitting an acknowledging beep, a number of cracking sounds in other cabins occur while the rattling air conditioning unit shuts down.. at least the temperature wouldn't likely increase for a while.
"Necessary replacement components and backups scavenged, initiating repairs."
[1d6+4 = 9]
<Grade 1 Auto-Repair

>Twisting to the right and providing a full examination of the torched forest, Wild's considerably more quiet, normal voice fills the cabin from a single speaker above.
"No, all forms of small flora within the blast radius would be scorched or vaporized, trees would be lying flat, stone would be melted. The bipedal Primeval being is responsible for starting this. Extrapolation: large amounts of dry undergrowth created additional fuel sources which caused a full burn to the trees we are seeing now."
>A curious beep occurs from the right screen, the Android turning left to focus once more on the beach line.
"Natilda, I have detected potential salvage four-hundred and sixty meters west, sixty meters south... underwater? Primary materials identified: copper, bronze, iron, steel, Lumin. Secondary materials identified: silver, gold, platinum, marble. There are eleven additional materials that I am unable to identify. Your orders?"
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
45et1
?
No.200194
200444
>>200131
>Pareidolia eyes the ritual with minimal interest.

[Probable religious significance.]

>He holds his hand under his chin, pressing his arm against his suit tac vest. Nodding slowly as she explains her unique position with Celestia.

[Initial assessment was correct. Delicate political situation prevents open action. Active confirmed threat. Resulting political climate would hinder the Protocol. Current climate preferable. Grounds for action acceptable.]

>Folding his arms once more and shrugging as the Inquisitor rolls on the floor, he looks over the Krinza.

[Lacks sensible protocol accommodation for other forms of universes and laws. Inflexible. Disappointing.]

"Your explanation is appreciated. The physical laws of my world and many others differ substantially. Time is a fundamental in many of them and the same rules may not generalize."

>He glances over to Flash and shakes his head.

"As far as I know, there have been no notices of material sales of any kind on the bulletin board. I have a pinksteel dagger acquired from the mansion-"

>He undoes a flap on the front of his vest, removing the dagger from it's sheath to briefly show the blade.

"-that you could attempt to mould."

>Stepping towards Flash, he stands with his boots clearly in view of her face.

"If this one will specify an operational time frame, I will know if you have time to mould it and if I have time to address some personal affairs beforehand."
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.200196
200452 200886
>>200141
>>200147
>There was the seal, Shanis, a human she didn't know, which she greeted in return and... Doctor Tipper.
>Wasn't she just...?
>Sunny stopped for a moment and looked around in abject confusion, her missing sense of time coming back to her like a wave crashing on the shore.
"Hang on... Did it really take me an hour to walk over here from the Clinic?"
>The mare physically turned, looking back the way she came. It wasn't even that great a distance, how had she spent an hour ambling along, she could have sworn it was just a short walk.
>Her brow furrowed.
>It wasn't as if she could chalk it up to some form of temporal anomaly. Most likely her rapidly deteriorating grip on reality. She'd need to do something about it. Soon.
"...Yes, I'm hoping to trade these contracts from the Hive to you for another courier job, assuming you still have things that need to be collected."
>She rummaged around in her saddlepack for the relevant contracts, uncovering a little brown envelope.
>What was...?
>Oh.
>Oh!
"And uh, I forgot to give you this. From Late Pepper."
>Sunny extended her wing to Naliyna, the brown envelope resting on her pinions.
Dante 'Doc Feelgood'
!!pppQ1.997.
UkdGP
?
No.200385
200693
Yeah_i_know_its_the_prophet_of_truth_shut_up.png
>>199223
>After Roust snaps off the connection, I look forwards towards the enemy lines that we are fast approaching.
>I certainly hope so, Roust.
>I really do.

>I open the mental connection to my strikers.
(Strikers! I need your aid with helping the brave lieutenant out! Recover the wounded and give them and the Knight-General some cover, if you would please!)
Order Given- Claim Wounded!
Order Given- Northern Shield! x2
>I wish I didn't have to push them so hard, but the situation is as it is.
>A spare apology is given to the dead who I realized were being killed far too early in the fight.
>I didn't mean for them to...
>Ah well, what's done is done.

>I stare up at the golem, gawking at it's size.
>Well, it'll certainly turn the tides.
>I don't know much that can stand up to (at a guess) 10 tons of solid cobble smacking into them.
>Maybe a tank? Or Roust?
>But no time to dally with spare thoughts.
>Listening to the strikers, I snap open a mental connection to Denra.
>'Hey Denra, I'm sorry for dragging you into this, but if you wouldn't mind just...not making the golem into something so incredibly...ah, detailed? They're kind of incredibly opposed to the idea in the first place and I would VERY much not like if the ponies i'm trying to get out at the moment decided to create ANOTHER civil war. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm afraid that continuing to build that golem especially now will make this hugely fucked situation even worse than it is now.'
>Sighing, I begin to speak to my strikers once more.
(I'm sorry, Strikers, I should have listened earlier. I didn't want to chance the Void Portal, as it wasn't something that was guaranteed to help us and luck is ever the fickle mistress. I take full responsibility for what he's done and will atone after everyone is safe, if you will help me until then.)
>Hopefully that will help.

>I ask him not to panic, and what does he do, he panics.
>I'd be mad about it but currently I am rueing the moment that I decided to drink the whole goddamn bottle.
>mfw
>Sighing, I stare headlong into the mass of ponies we're still en route to.
(You will not turn into undead as long as I still draw breath; I will not allow it. Is there any change in the movement from the Vigilites? They are not a force I want to be in the dark about.)
[1d6+3 = 7]
>U. Negotiation
>...and on second thought, why am I not shooting them?
>I bring my MG up to my shoulder, and aim at the enemy lines we are approaching.
>Lining up the target as BEST I can without my actual eyes, I release accurate bursts, as best I can, at least.
Fire on my Target marked!
[1d6+13 = 14]
>Master H. Weapons
[1d6+13 = 17]

[1d6+13 = 15]

[1d6+13 = 17]

[1d6+13 = 19]
>Master Suppression Fire
[1d6+13 = 14]

[1d6+13 = 17]

[1d6+13 = 14]
>Killing Pace
Captain Raidor
GM Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.200393
200424 200700
>>198157
>>199183
>Raidor looks down at the list of items tied down into the small green sachels.
>Quite a few different, rare, and expensive alchemy ingredients. Some were even, dare he say, contraband.
>Luckily this wasn't Manehattan, and ultimately none of his business.
"This looks like the package. Will you please carry them, Ivan? I did not come here with any saddlebags."
>The captain tilts his head in confusion to the side.
"Really, now? You can't read or write common? I was under the assumption it was very similar to one of your human alien languages."
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.200398
200657
855-4-1465942370.jpg
>>200168
>Adon squints his eyes at the gryphon at its mentioning of 'clients'. It was good enough for him.
>He glances over at his companion still working at the rope. He needed to buy more time.
>The bandits made their moves on their own, the unicorn being more than willing to engage the Witcher.
>She was too far away for Yrden, and so were the others.
>But that minotaur behind him was... right on top of him.
>Adon grips the handle of his steel sword, and draws it out several inches to possibly counter with a quick draw
>He flicks some flames from his finger tip, though ultimately prepares his left hand to cast Quen to defend against any damage.
"You can try."
The Crystal City-State: The Prey Become Predators
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200421
200710
>>200182
>Despite the assurance to yourself, the wall behind didn't sound completed, melodiously singing from behind you drowning out the din of combat briefly.
[1d6+1 = 3]
<ANGRY Chorus of Command: Micro-Blizzard Wall

>Champion Belregard
[1d6+15 = 21]
<M.Ethereal Lance
[1d6+15 = 17]

[1d6+15 = 18]

[1d6+15 = 17]

[1d6+15 = 19]
<Resist Damage
[1d6+4 = 10]
<Ethereal Scourge
>vs:
[1d6+11 = 14]
<????? #1
[1d6+11 = 15]

[1d6+11 = 13]

[1d6+11 = 14]

[1d6+9 = 10]
<????? #1: Regeneration
[1d6+9 = 12]

[1d6+9 = 15]

[1d6+9 = 11]

>Crystal filly:
[1d6+6 = 9]
<E.Assault
[1d6+6 = 7]

[1d6+6 = 10]

[1d6+2 = 6]
<Frostcrack
[1d6+2 = 8]
<E.Crystal Runes: Pull
[1d6+2 = 4]

[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+1 = 4]
<E.Evasion
[1d6+1 = 6]

[1d6+1 = 2]

>vs:
[1d6+10 = 14]
<????? #2
[1d6+10 = 12]

[1d6+10 = 12]

[1d6+10 = 13]

[1d6+6 = 10]
<????? #2: Regeneration
[1d6+6 = 8]

[1d6+6 = 11]

[1d6+6 = 12]

>Crystal Pony #1:
[1d6+13 = 14]
<M.Assault: Crushing Blows
[1d6+13 = 19]

[1d6+13 = 15]

[1d6+13 = 17]

[1d6+8 = 9]
<Resist Damage
[1d6+8 = 9]

[1d6+8 = 13]

[1d6+8 = 13]

>vs:
[1d6+15 = 17]
<????? #3
[1d6+15 = 19]

[1d6+15 = 20]

[1d6+15 = 21]

[1d6+9 = 10]
<????? #3: Regeneration
[1d6+9 = 13]

[1d6+9 = 10]

[1d6+9 = 11]

>The world blackens into tunnel vision, becoming clear that despite Tacit's vastly superior strength, tactics, and previously unknown psionic command, he was quickly losing against the Ward's innate mixture of abilities.
>Long practiced reflexes slamming heavy shells into the oversized shotgun, you're barely aware of lifting the heavy weapon to your shoulder, the first thump of recoil merely counting down to the second, then the third.
>Tracking the first dart through the air, it's course grazes the tip of Tacit's nose leaving a tiny furrow, the next lancing deeply into the unfamiliar Ward's upper left shoulder, while the last punches a clean, perfect hole through the precise center of her neck.
>Unbelievably, the half-unicorn and half-Crystal pony ceases her struggles, Tacit completing his task of ripping the mare's horn off and hurling it to the side while she slowly crumples forwards, face slamming down into the crystalline stone underneath.
>EXECUTION.

>The heavily muscled earth pony takes a deep breath, his eyes shutting before collapsing atop the convulsing mare, her legs thrashing about in death throes.
Bubba the Second
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.200422
200703
>>200151
>Bubba shrugs to himself and focuses on the fight, deciding that wondering about the odd calm the batponies were exhibiting could wait.
>Though he does wince at Rest taking that heavy of a blow.
Ivan the STALKER
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.200424
200700 200718
>>199183
>>200393
>Upon touching the satchel, Ivan almost pushed it away, before remembering that radiation was not a thing here.
>With a shrug, Ivan takes the other satchel and puts it on as well, nodding idly.
"Yes, but I don't know how to read, only talk."
>Looking at Raidor, he gave a helpless shrug.
"I wasn't taught to read when I learned English, just to speak and understand it."
>"Even then its sometimes hard for me."
"У будь-якому випадку, це не має великого значення. Let us get going, I'm happy to get paid for being mailman."
Natilda
!5KkYrBuec2
UhWTN
?
No.200428
200712
>>200192
>Well, at least she's speaking about shells I know. Even if we don't exactly use thirty millimeter.
"That is a lot of firepower."
>I had to agree, I don't think us having nuclear weapons is a good idea. Who knows what some of these loons would do with one.
>Underwater?
"Do you know how deep down it is? Because if its too deep, even if you're airtight, I don't think its a good idea."
>Submarines weren't able to go too deep underwater after all, and she's just a car... thing.
"Plus... I have no idea what else is in the ocean here. I've only heard passing stories about monsters out at sea, and while you have a big gun, I doubt you could fend off everything out there. No offense."
Razorback Workshop: A Nuisance?
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200444
200466
>>200194
>Now gasping for air, Flash's irrational bout of hysterics is overshadowed by the black candle bursting into flame, a heavily scuffed and damaged dull gold cube, roughly the size of a common toolbox, lands atop the coin she'd placed earlier, audibly crushing the box of matches.

>Gazing in disbelief at the post-human's antics as if he'd never seen her act this way before, Krinza swings his head in your direction, only to lift his shoulders apologetically.
"Spiral's notes were quite extensive when it came to the vagaries of temporal alignments, but his expertise only extended to Kraut's world, which seemed to be rather plain in comparison to Tallus. I could show you his calculations on the matter, but understanding them is... well beyond my knowledge."
>Making a frustrated noise, the grandmaster smith lifts one forehoof, a bright yellow hoof forms, the creation stepping on the not-mare's snout briefly to acquire her attention in an unorthodox, painful manner.
>Unable to move from where she was, Flash's eye facing upwards rotates sharply onto the dagger, a sudden spark of interest on her face.
"Isn't that.."
>Turning onto her face, Flash groans, pushing herself back into a sitting position, right foreleg lifting to press against her chest, taking a slow, deep inhale before.
"Not this night for sure. So far my abilities are still functional and I haven't yet received any visions of immediate danger. It wasn't my intention to act as if this was a problem needing immediate rectification, but when I can confirm a cloned alicorns beginging work on the temporal device, or intends to, I'll contact you on frequency nine point six-three. The Abominable Intelligences.. Constructs, rather, likely won't intercept such low powered transmissions unless they're in close proximity. Regardless of circumstances facing these recidivist ab-"
>Trailing off with a pained grimace, the dull gold mare's hoof lifts to place on her nose, eyes unfocusing while she mutters in a low, cold tone, perhaps speaking to a distant observer.
"Be silent you worthless curs, I choose how to live now, not you! Not one of you callous bastards dared to challenge our enslaved, stifling omniverse of wretched shame, guilt, and self-betrayal!"
>Standing up rather stiffly, Flash's head tilts in your direction, her muzzle quirking at the corners with small vestiges of.. empathy?
"I'd advise you to make expedient improvements to your wargear. All of it in fact, starting now, and if possible suggest to the whole of Razorback they do the same. Those things locked in their protected hulls are not invincible, but they might as well be given the current technological standing of humanity right now. The clock started ticking the moment they became aware of us."
>Leaning forwards and tapping on the cube, it warps out of real-space after a moment, Flash turning about and plodding towards the Armory, angrily snarling at.. nothing at all.
"Your concerns were selfishly bothering to have a single life of luxury where you worked for nothing while my crew and I scraped together every Sun goddess damned Throne we could get just to have a decent meal from time to time! I've spent eleven years on this world holding my ideals higher than any human would dare to reach and what's that gotten me? Nothing except this whoreish, profane xenos body that demands me to give into its desires to fuck every other minute, but do you idiots know what the best part is? I'm going to piss on your hexagrammatic wards and self-righteous protocol engrams you ancient, deluded fools! This may be the only body I have but it's mine and I will damned well please myself however I like, starting right now!"

>Very slowly turning his still disbelieving gaze from the leaving post-human to you, Krinza's jaw tightens several times in mixed concern and amazement, visibly stunned until he manages to clear his throat, then speaks up.
"...I once thought Hollow was terrifying. Now I would take his presence over hers in a heartbeat. What is she, why can she not answer a single straight question, and shouldn't she be suffering from temporal incongruity effects from remaining in the timestream of Tallus for eight years?"
The Pagoda: Home of Luxury & Laziness
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200452
200886 200997
>>200147
>Still passed out rather warmly as she's moved, Tipper continues lightly snoring, although not without her legs curling into her barrel.

>Head swiveling down to alight curious, shiny black eyes on you, the bright white seal's utterly content smile is oddly questioning given her company.
>Yep, definitely a female, and rather rolly by the looks of her comfortably thick sides.
>The pinniped's free flipper raising to tap Shanis' barrel gently, the suited pegasus waking up with a brief start.
>Hearing a faint, much too young voice whispering from the seal, Shanis tilts her head back, muttering in a sleepy, albeit amused tone.
"Hi Jeff.. uh, Nao's a Polar Seal.. she sleeps on ice, but snuggles better than Sweet ever threatened to."
>The presumed compliment is accompanied by Nao giggling quietly, the sound reminiscent of a very squeaky young human girl.

>>200196
>Whether you expected the universe to clarify your question, an answer was given in the form of a distantly amused, metallic Changeling snort, one that sounded suspiciously like a 'yes'.

>Somehow nonplussed at the shenanigans going on in the Pagoda, or merely used to it, Naliyna pauses from sorting to raise an eyebrow at you, her half-ruined ear twitching in a large amount of confusion.
"I... what? Trade contracts for.. huh?"
>Head tilting left, then right, the older Crystal mare's eyes glaze over briefly, then blinks.
"I'm.. not really sure what you mean by that, but mercenary contracts go on the Bulletin Board, it's to the north next to the big steel building, the one with a big sign that says Command Center on it. As for courier duties I might, maybe, have something for you to take for me, but I'm waiting on something before that."
>Trailing off pensively, the fuchsia mare frowns, lifting a foreleg over the table and picking the envelope up on the edge of her hoof, bringing it back with a hum, a small, shining needle becoming visible and slicing the flap open, pulling out a coarse white sheet to read.
>Her expression visibly one of convincing herself that she wasn't mistaking what was being read, Naliyna turns the page around, which you'd already seen was blank, then sets it down atop the tallest stack of documents.
"That's kinda weird. I've never heard of the Free Traders Guild, then again Late Pepper's shop is in the Dragonspines, but we don't really have much if any contact with them outside of small shipments, they might just be regional traders or. Or something like that. Speaking of-"
>Glancing you up and down once, she turns her head to peer down, emitting a soothing hum while a ridiculously large, plush red and purple striped blanket is lifted up, the scarred mare offering a merry smile.
"I figured that since you've just been hired here you might want something warmer than the basic blankets, they're supposed to be replaced but everypony's way too busy and scattered around everywhere to do it."
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.200466
200721
>>200444
>Pareidolia tenses briefly as the gold cube thuds onto the floor.
>He peers closely at the seemingly spent ritual items for some explanation as to their purpose considering their owner was not interested in explaining.

"Save them. My understanding of timelines and world line mechanics would be roughly comparable to yours. My branch of the Organization was not focused on time travel and SERN rarely shared their work."

>He quickly sheathes the pinksteel dagger after seeing her focus on it, and prepares a response but stops as she begins muttering to herself.

[... Lingering voices from her previous world? Past trauma? Instability is concerning. Operational fitness pending.]

>His head draws back with an incredulous look behind his mask as she begins walking away.

[Improvements to firearms and armor are limited without Spiral. Even if he were here, against Constructs viability of upgrades with possible materials here is... ]

>Pareidolia stares along with Krinza at the angrily departing Inquisitor, matching his gaze as he turns at the same time.

"My assessment points to being an unwilling victim of transformation from a human form to a pony. Her usage of the word "xenos" derives from a human root language term indicating foreignness. Technical classification would list all species on Tallus as aliens. Xeno may imply additional negative bias. Whatever world she came from was one that did not appreciate non-human presence. Her form must be a punishment."

>Exhaling through his currently unfiltered helmet, he turns back to pick up his Empire microscope.

"Refusal or inability to answer questions may be due to presence of outsiders, lack of trust, prevention by protocol, or lack of communication skills. Her origin world seems to be more divergent from standard pattern origins of other humans at Razorback. The lack of temporal congruity deficits simply indicates she was brought here through other means. A portal possibly. If it were temporal, as you said it should not be possible for her to exist in this form."

>He begins to make his way to the front door.

"Krinza, if I requested an enclosure made of both solid and meshed metal that is anchored to the ground for the sake of a safe environment to analyze Construct hulls is that something you could create?"
Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.200582
200727
>>200019
>If he goes by his notes, then that mothership has an ungodly amount of those Carrier models
>That vessel must have been swarmed with the Constructs afterwards if going by the books
>This theory has some potential
>Just need to find out where that mothership is over
>Clem tries to recall where he saw that mothership and see if he can guess where it is over
>Looking over, he spies that plate
>Just like the one he used for the satellite, only silver
>"That much power..."
>Clem reaches over to the plate and stores it in his satchel
>Another time to think on that thing
>He also begins to think on the small vessel
>"Does this planet even have that capacity yet? What if it was another construct ship and it was being absorbed back..."
>Nevertheless, he tries to figure out where that ship is
>He flicks on his helmet to the M.S.O.L.G for a bit, to see if he can get a visual on the ship, if it is there
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.200587
200739
>>200033
>"Ok..now more uncomfortable."
>"Help me tea. Help me."
>Zhun also looks over to Dancing Eyes
>"Still knocked out."
>Well everything seems to be wrapping up, especially with Pearl Lake taking leave
>Zhun however raises an eyebrow at the mention of Canterlotlians
>"Allied? Huh. Why?"
>Hopefully someone at the base who gets this information can understand that motive
>Plus, more allies can help...maybe
>Zhun smiles and nods at Pearl Lake's farewell
"You have a good night too."
>Seeing here walk out, he then looks over to Amerose
"Something wrong?"
>Listening to her concerns, Zhun becomes increasingly concerned
>"Statues? Oh. OH."
"Keep going? What else?"
Revival
Indurian
!!buRZoyxezk
aR8XB
?
No.200600
200750
3e718292ffe7e99c5304a45d2bf86e48.jpg
>>200017
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3TigEBbzy4&index=11&list=PL6kL5OWcMyZvX959KCgcD22Zd-2cBlL1r
>slowly, the man begins to move
>he groans, and manages to speak
"Ah... no, no, I think... I think that I shall be fine."
>as he gets to his feet, moving like a man whose age was now catching up with him, he began to shiver
"Oh... my, yes, I do feel... q-quite cold."
>looking around, he manages to find his pack, luckily still nearby - some good Samaritan had moved it but not taken anything, it would seem
>he removes from his pack his thick travel blanket, wrapping it around himself and sitting back down for a moment to regain his senses
"I thank you, Lady Nova. Though... you are not the one I had seen... ah, it is no matter, I suppose."
>he smiles a bit, shivering before he continues
"Tell me, Nova, would you do a shivering old man a favor? You see, now that I am awake once again, I should like to return home, and warm my bones by the fire. Would you care to accompany me?"
"Worry not of needing to carry me - I feel as though I can still make the journey on foot. However, carrying my pack, too, may be different. I still feel somewhat weakened by my fainting spell."
"You will? Oh, bless you, kind mare. It is not far, I assure you. Come, let us away."
>accompanied by Nova Flicker, Indurian makes his way back to Bren's home
>standing on the front porch, he knocks on the front door, calling out to Bren
"Bren, my dear, art thou home? I return, at last!"
>out of the side of his mouth, he whispers to Nova
"I hope that I catch her in an agreeable mood..."
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
tV0+T
?
No.200657
200731
>>200398

>Mid step the Unicorn stopped, an appraising glint in her eyes at Adons summoning of fire. "So you ARE a magic caster, oh you'll fetch a high price indeed~"
>Friendly hostilities between the members of the Slavers subsided for professionalism; the two Gryphons pointing their wing spikes at the Witcher in readied positions. Behind him to his complete lack of surprise the Minotaur took a step forward and placed a -very- large and muscled palm on his shoulder. "Don't fight it." He rumbled, almost like he was giving friendly advise.
>The horn on the tawny coated pony coalesced with blue magic, and when it sparked with power she lowered her head towards Adon. Some form of stun magic, which explained the slaves.

>Speaking of which; the Chiqtu made a high pitch squeak and the rope-

>SUDDENLY!

>The large fire that was between the Witcher and the Unicorn blew out into wisps of smoke trails at the sound of a prolonged, echoing groan that instantly chilled the air.
[1d6 = 6]
>Chilling Freeze
[1d6 = 2]
>Terror

>It all went to shit in a heartbeat. The Minotaur took his hand off Adons' shoulder and bellowed an ear ringing warcry, the air displacement that 'WOOSHED' over his head told him the big guy swung at something out of sight.
[1d6+12 = 15]
>GM.Combat
[1d6+12 = 18]

[1d6+12 = 15]

[1d6+12 = 13]

[1d6+12 = 16]

[1d6+8 = 13]
>E.Fearless
[1d6+8 = 11]

[1d6+8 = 11]

>vs
[1d6+15 = 16]
>Burning Cold
[1d6+15 = 17]

[1d6+15 = 17]

[1d6+4 = 5]
>Mist Cover

>He may not of seen what was behind him but the Wolf Medallion was vibrating violently against his chest, oddly though, it was shifting between the group of captives and whatever was behind him.

>"WHAT THE BUCK?!" Screamed the Unicorn as she scrambling backwards. The two Gryphons had jumped back towards the mare, their wings help up defensively. "Why're ya always right!" "Shoot it already dammit." An arc of lightning exploded out of her horn behind the Witcher.
[1d6+6 = 7]
>E.Bolt (lightning)
[1d6+6 = 10]

[1d6+6 = 8]

>Behind the three Slavers the tied up slaves were hunched over biting and untying themselves from their bonds, except for one. A wizened old lanky pony with having a snow white moustache and a horn also, a golden aura around it fading away from it. The old stallion gave Adon a wink before helping the other captives.
[1d6+2 = 7]
>E.Telekinesis
[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 5]

>The Chiqtu was nowhere in sight.


Stalliongrad: The Uncivil War
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200693
200694 200714
>>200385
>Your Support Strikers, including an additional five, tiredly accept the Orders without hesitation, tiny blips of green spreading throughout Stalliongrad's Main Square as pained earth pony consciousnesses exit from reality to... somewhere else entirely.
[1d6+30 = 33]
<Order: Reclaim Wounded
>Meanwhile, the Lieutenant's currently shattered protection is replaced by a limited number of her frontline Lancers receiving small forward shields, Broken Hoof's front ranks likewise receiving the same.
[1d6+30 = 35]
<Order: Northern Sky
[1d6+30 = 35]
<Order: Northern Sky

>Belatedly given an estimate closer to 190 tons, Denra's thoughts coalesce in your direction with an air of such perfect contempt, smugness, and lack of care that, for a moment, it felt as if he was going to flat out ignore you.
>That is, until the Golem takes a single gargantuan step forwards, the exterior undergoing quick renovations into passably hardened skin.
[1d6+1 = 3]
<Grand Golem Modification: Stalliongrad's Defiance
(Fine you damn joykiller, I'll PRIVATELY give this one Luna's stacked flanks and ass later! Well, that is if it survives and I have the energy to even consider it-)
>Cutting off the link, the now 125 Support Strikers collectively sigh in relief, yet a small number were still concerned at the fact that portions of their home city were going to be used in the creation of teats.. among other choice, lewd anatomical parts.

>Taking aim at the relatively unscathed Watch Guard central lines, the MG3's normally uncumbered design without your armor makes the continuous burst worse than it would should be upon hammering into your shoulder, but your (relatively speaking) unnaturally high physical strength maintains decent aim across the broad field of targets, though it was virtually impossible to tell what damage was being done.

>The trio of thundering charges ahead and the mercenaries rushing past nearly drown out your Orders:
>The Lieutenant's verifiably archaic Double Spear Formation slams into the chaotic lines of solid eastern Watch Guard, her newly arriving Lancers furiously racing in to cover their sisters' exposed flanks.
[1d6+23 = 29]
<Lieutenant
[1d6+27 = 33]
<Lancers: Double Spear Formation
>vs:
[1d6+11 = 15]
<Eastern Loyalist Watch Guard Command
[1d6+20 = 24]
<Eastern Loyalist Watch Guard

>Across from her subordinate, Knight-General Broken Hoof takes advantage of the western flank being caught between their own ranks and the traitors, her ragtag Watch Guard forces composed of basic armored and armed earth pony mares, reaching a crescendo of howling rage as they crash straight into the confused loyalists.
[1d6+33 = 38]
<Knight-General Broken Hoof
[1d6+18 = 21]
<Knight-General's Cadre
[1d6+15 = 21]
<Traitor Watch Guard
>vs:
[1d6+12 = 16]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard Command
[1d6+22 = 24]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard

>Now effectively being ignored by your Strikers, the duel between the Phantasm Knight Aura and Tactician Elwood shifts, the pair reengaging east of the Main Square.
[1d6+20 = 26]
<Phantasm Arts: Sunblade
[1d6+20 = 23]

[1d6+20 = 22]

[1d6+20 = 23]

[1d6+20 = 26]

[1d6+20 = 23]

>vs:
[1d6+30 = 32]
<Grandmaster Crusade
[1d6+30 = 32]

[1d6+30 = 34]

[1d6+30 = 33]

[1d6+30 = 31]

>North of the Watch Guard lines in severe disarray, Primus Wandering Steps mentally whips her Tarusian Crests into a frenzied state, their weaponry barely making headway against the standard defensive Shieldmare tactical doctrines, although the Primus was quickly overcoming the veteran Councilerge's physical superiority through sheer desperation.. and the urge to capture him for herself.
[1d6+20 = 22]
<Primus Wander Steps: Close Range Tactics
[1d6+18 = 22]
<Tarusian Crest Regiment: Close Range Tactics
>vs:
[1d6+10 = 13]
<Brute Kantred: Close Range Tactics
[1d6+13 = 14]
<Retinue: Close Range Tactics

(My prince, I'm trying my very best not to panic but do you have any idea how many Undead there are under this city?)
(Shut it, the Main Square's now fully surrounded, looks like the entire Watch Guard has been rudely awoken-)
(-confirmed sixty thousand or so of of 'em, we need to be done and out of here in the next two minutes or we're really gonna repeat Empress Silver's last stand!)
(All of the Vigilites are gone from Stalliongrad sir! Can't sense even one of them-)
(Then where on Celestia's ass have they gone?!)
Anonymous
Zqwzc
?
No.200694
200696
>>200693
Hey just to let you know, the innawoods site is broken.
The L.O.N.T
tV0+T
?
No.200696
200697
>>200694
its shut down, owner retired it sadly
Anonymous
Zqwzc
?
No.200697
200704 200706
>>200696
Then how would i make a character if i wanted to play?
Loriat Cave, Home of the Gel-Ponies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200700
200718 201108
>>200393
>>200424
>From the translocation stone's direction the unmistakable sound of an archaic, bonafide spark lamp could be heard clicking over several times, the emanations of warm glow traveling closer along with the brisk, light clanks of soft iron ponyshoes.
>Coming into view unannounced was a lone, black half-armored earth pony mercenary, spark lamp hanging off the side side of its barrel, instantly identifiable as coming from the Tartarus Air Corps.
>The unusually young helmetless dull granite colored mare, barely 14 or so, trods down the tunnel until reaching 20M from Ivan and Raidor, halting to raise a hoof in greeting.
"Hello there Razorback, and-"
>Glancing the Captain up and down, the mercenary puzzles over his armor, lifting her shoulders in a small shrug and quickly giving an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, not familiar with your faction. I just graduated from the Tartarus training camp and this is my first night on leave. Is Dayi's spa still open or has she left for the night?"
Cairn Wharf: Brutality Club!
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200703
201109
>>200422
>Receiving both hooves directly to her head, Rest tumbles off into the crowd sideways as the unnamed feral batpony rounds on Soft-Kill, double sets of wingclaws slapping into the barely landed mare's neck.
>From your higher seated position, you note that the attempt to grapple Soft-Kill was only marginally successful; more concerning were the unnamed mare's unquestionably large vampiric teeth biting into Soft-Kill's neck.
>Whether or not Soft-Kill was aware of the potential danger in her, seemingly, bloodlust engaged state, she nonetheless aims a headbutt to the offending third mare's shoulder, while off to the side Rest was struggling to stand up.
[1d6 = 2]
<Soft-Kill
[1d6 = 6]
<?????
[1d6 = 5]
<Rest: Shake It Off!
The L.O.N.T
tV0+T
?
No.200704
200728
>>200697

download this i believe:

http://www.innawoods.net/swf/InnaWoods.swf

then screenshot what you've made and post it here
The L.O.N.T
tV0+T
?
No.200706
200728 200772
>>200697
also can be a pony if ya want :v
The L.O.N.T
tV0+T
?
No.200710
200755
panki eating out aj.gif
>>200421

>'The nice singing really does not fit the carnage that's happening here.' Lont mused.

>At the sight of the Ward falling to the crystal ground dead, body twitching, the Outrider was a bit shocked.
"Wait that worked?"
>He was not expecting his plan to...go exactly as he wanted. An invisible shield, the dart flying off in a different direction or hell he even
missing and killing Tacit. Something, anything, that would of forced him into taking out his sword and bum rushing her.

>Well.
>The stallion was now boasting a new scar on his snout, he could just hope Tacit would not ask when he wakes up from his impromptu corpse napping. Then again he could ask why he was here in the Empire as well.
>Once again he added to the mental note of whom to give medical assistance too.
>'Shame he is a Psion though.' he remarked as he turned his attention towards the now leaderless abominations.

>Out of the three fights going on it was Belregard of all things that was having trouble, so with a groan the Operator aimed his Spiker at the leg joint of the pony monster the Ethereal was fighting against. 'I do -not- want to hear any fucking lip from him for helping.'
[1d6+4 = 9]
>E.Shotgun +Heavy Shotgun
[1d6+4 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 8]

>Something did not sit right with him, it was too easy. Way too easy. Glancing around he looked to see if he was missing something. Like a clue to suggest the Ward he just killed was a decoy or a different mare multi-coloured Ward that was on the run.
[1d6 = 4]
>E.Perception
[1d6+3 = 5]
>Thermal
[1d6 = 6]

[1d6+1 = 7]
>H.E


Lost in the Crag Moors: Stuck (In The Middle Of) You
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200712
201111
>>200428
>Strolling from the left screen into the right, the tiny cartoon Android stops, back facing you while it examines the map, then looks over her shoulder with a shrug.
"If I had the proper knowledge and materials I could improve my weapon to compensate or construct new armaments, but I do not think I'd be able to resist nuclear weaponry without significant upgrades."
>Reaching an unknown point, Wild Ride halts, facing towards the ocean as the left cabin screen changing to a rather shitty night vision mode.. which reveals nothing more than mounds of ash forming on the water's surface.
"Approximately eighteen meters. Your cabin is fully sealed with approximately ten minutes of air, the descent will be safe for you. My shoulder and cockpit cabins are not.. notice: additional equipment and items retrieved from damaged cabins, relocated to internal storage compartment one."
>Offering a plaintive series of clicks, the air conditioning kicks on once more, this time spilling out wonderfully cold air, the cabin's sauna like temperatures noticeably dropping, albeit slowly.
"Repairs completed, efficiency of central cabin temperature control unit: ninety percent. Retaining additional components for further repairs."
>The tiny version disappearing off screen, the Eldritch Android's voice emits from the speaker overhead, this time with a buzzing crackle of static.
"No organic bioforms detected within two hundred meters of the shoreline, small numbers of tiny organic bioforms approximately six hundred meters from shoreline. Conclusion: no known dangers within scanning range. Preparing to submerge and enter scavenging mode."
>The cabin's hatch, or what you suspect to be a hatch, clicks several times, then pitches forwards at a 20-degree angle or so, Wild stomping into the ocean.
>Once fully submerged, the grainy camera is immediately assisted by a pair of centrally mounted lights, the Android making careful steps into barren sand; interestingly there wasn't a single strand of seaweed or kelp in view.
>Twisting back and forth several times, the camera eventually comes across a small piece of timber sticking out of sand, the faint outline of a destroyed wooden vessel almost entirely buried.
>Wild's confused voice returns to the speaker as the cabin rocks once more, the Android kneeling down with her left hand coming into view and scraping into the sand with great caution.
"Scavenging protocols enabled, beginning additional scans now. Natilda, do you have any information on this wreckage?"
[1d6 = 5]
<Arcanum Sensors Array
[1d6 = 3]
<Scavenge
Dante 'Doc Feelgood'
!!pppQ1.997.
UkdGP
?
No.200714
200923
fuk u say.gif.gif
>>200693
>Well, it appears that the Strikers are on their last legs.
>Might as well get one last attempt out of them.
(Strikers! You have done incredibly well thus far! I just need one last push from you! Claim the wounded in the Lieutenants formation, and make sure the enemy lines feels every ounce of your combined fury!)
Order- Claim Wounded!
Order- Enforce Tactics!x2
>I'm sorry to ask all of this from them, but I'd rather have an supreme effort made now than pay for it later.

>...
>That was...surprisingly painless.
(You can do as you like later. And thank you, Denra.)
>Though, the support strikers still have their very valid complaints, but they can wait until later, after we no longer have the entire Watch Guard wanting our heads on pikes.
>Also holy shit does that sting.
>Note to self, never fire my MG bare-shouldered once again.
>But that thought fades from me as I touch down onto the street.
>Looks like that's all the energy they can give...
(Thank you for your aid this day, Strikers. Take a brief respite now to recuperate.)
>I would hate if they didn't have the energy to clear the field after this.
>Shouldering my MG, I survey the current engagement happening at the front of my formation.
>It appears the Lieutenant needs more help than Broken, and that is where I will head.
>Taking my twinblade into my hand, I charge forwards, towards the enemy line currently embroiled in conflict with the Lieutenants forces.
Lead By Example activated!
[1d6+3 = 8]
<Turns lasted
[1d6+3 = 7]
<E. Speed
[1d6+3 = 4]

[1d6+3 = 6]

>Looking over at the Phantasm Knight, I realize that the fight is shifting in his favor.
>We can't have that, now can we?
Fire on my Target activated!
>Dragging my hand up, I make a claw shape as I feel the strange power warp it's way over to the Phantasm Knight, pointing it in his direction.
>I feel a something pull and -rip- as I tear my hand back from him.
[1d6+4 = 8]
<Infestation
[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6+4 = 7]

>I turn my attention back to sprinting, tapping once more into the psion-net.
(Really? They're all gone? I get the feeling that's bad news and good news at the same time. Thank you for the report!)
>Let's hope its more the latter than the former.
Captain Raidor
GM Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.200718
201108 201161
>>200424
>>200700
>Despite Ivan's string of completely incoherent speech, Raidor can't help but shake his head with disappointment.
"That is unfortunate. Communication is key, when it comes to camaraderie after all. I'm sure someone there would be happy to teach you, Ivan."
>As the human picks up the satchels for transport, a Tartarus Air Corps comes their way from the translocation stone in a hurry.
>He doesn't take insult to the mare's ignorance, and waves her off.
"It is fine. I am Captain Raidor of the Manehattan City Guard. The two of us just came from Dayi's, and I believe she is still open for business."
Razorback Workshop: Krinza
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200721
200914
>>200466
>Not only was the candle gone, the gold coin too no longer exist, although the brown military match box was, of course, flattened.

>Watching the Armory door slam shut, Krinza glances towards Spiral's worktable, making a face akin to a pegasus biting into an unripe potato.
"Hmm. I do recall Spiral mentioning that Miss Flash was one of the original humans to arrive in Canterlot, though it was some time back when Mercy stated she witnessed Miss Flash having a, quote, 'violent fit with Discord'. Something about vanilla cotton candy and bubblegum flavored milk, I believe. I can understand her xenophobia given your context but I must wonder what she did to anger Discord so thoroughly."
>Rolling an eye upwards briefly, the smith's expression returns to its normal neutrality.
"Given her reclusive habits, blunt hostility to all sapients that are not herself, and lack of anything resembling camaraderie, that is up until right now which I am going to have a painfully hard time processing, your explanation does aid me in understanding Spiral's less thorough notes on her behavior, although the constant shouting at nothing and... extreme agoraphobia are quite troublesome. I will search through my archives later, there should be a logical explanation, or at least a theory, on why Miss Flash remains unaffected by temporal phenomena."
>Turning back to his anvil, Krinza lifts an unfinished round headed mace in a pale yellow glow, setting it inside his furnace.
"A 'Fair-a-day' cage, correct? I do not recall when precisely Spiral refurbished his lab using the concept. He stated it was needed to prevent interference from other human electronics around the time he was searching for a means to mass produce communication gems, though I do not think he finished that project either. Nonetheless, you should be able to experiment there safely, that is, so long as you do not activate a Construct. Both the translocation matrice in the Pagoda and the Enclave will send you to one hidden somewhere in the lab itself, the pass phrase to access it is 'ten bodies, one mind', I believe."
Razorback Library
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200727
201349
>>200582
>Picking up the feed once more across the helmet's internal screens, the satellite's aperture lens was still directly on the Construct mothership, all three kinetic ammunition counters pulsing bright red in a ready-to-fire state.
>Belatedly realizing you'd spend quite some time reading, the lens focuses in on the unspeakably large vessel still surrounded by hundreds of smaller craft, most little more than a single orange pixel, save for two far less massive spheres holding flank station.
>The curious slender vessel was, likewise, still embedded in the middle of what you took to be the mothership's bow, a small line of text estimating the distance between the M-S.O.L.G. and the mothership the same as before.
Anonymous
Zqwzc
?
No.200728
200740
>>200704
>>200706
ill make a character, give me a little time to get a general backstory idea and a personality.
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.200731
201022
>>200657
>Stiffening slightly at the minotaur's grasp, Adon focuses more on the unicorn's spell about to be unleashed upon him.
>But it never comes, as an icy chill envelops all parties and snuffs out the embers dancing on his glove.
>The unicorn panics, and the towering beast behind him released the grip on his shoulder to engage a foe he has yet not seen.
>And this cold... it wasn't natural, going by his medallion. It crept along his skin far too quickly for anything other than magic.
>It was going to slow him down. In his still-weakened stake, he'd have an even harder time fending these bandits off.
>So he decides to use Igni. But instead of pushing it out as hellfire, he balls his fist up just after making the sign and holds it to his chest to channel the heat through his body gently.
[1d6 = 4]
<Igni: Generate Heat

>Hoping he was warmed up, somewhat, the Witcher has no choice but to focus on the closest foe to him.
>It just had to be the minotaur, too, now swinging his club far over his head at something else.
>Hand still on his steel sword, he peaks back behind him to assess his target's weak spots.
>Chest covered in plate, so no vital shots, but he can immobilize his digi-grade legs. Plenty of important tendons and ligaments on those.
>Fully drawing his sword, Adon squares up his stance on the taur's closest leg and puts a heavy swing right across the tendons on the back of it.
[1d6+4 = 8]
<E. Assault: Heavy Stance
[1d6+4 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6 = 1]
<Heavy Smash
The Enclave: Lorekeeper Amerose
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200739
201352
>>200587
>Staring down at the table blankly, the dusk silver Crystal mare's ears pin backwards on her skull, succeeding at keeping her voice marginally stable.
"When a sapient entered the 'pearl lake' it would take approximately a year for them to become a living statue, similar to a golem though much more complex, more realistic in nature including retaining heat. They are able to function in relatively normalcy before losing their senses of sight, taste, and smell when near-total petrification occurs, yet the process has a rather severe drawback."
"After perhaps two weeks the sapient will no longer be able to move and so must take a a final pose, yet after this they will still be able to think, and.. feel. There were several notations which stated that the process could be reversed, but-"
>Glancing at you with a face that either meant 'make it stop' or 'I'm not getting paid enough for this', Amerose's eyes begin to glaze over.
"Zhun, that Duchess is known throughout much of Canterlot for selling 'fully functional, usable sculptures' of highly lewd natures, mostly stallions and mares. Perhaps two or three per month. This means there are many ponies willing to undergo such a secretive process, and knowing how deviant Canterlot's nobility and royalty are, I.. I need to lie down for a while."
The L.O.N.T
TYTyR
?
No.200740
>>200728
sure sure!
Nova Flicker
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200750
201129
>>200600
>Previously unaware that your armor had been stripped off, it was heaped around the couch rather haphazardly, the carnelian Ward's snout scrunching in monumental disdain.
"I would imagine so given the large amount of extraordinarily potent elixir that I was 'requested' to inject you with. It would take much for me to even consider utilizing it a second time."
>Nostrils flaring, Nova glances down and waves a hoof, her horn sparking briefly, collecting the pieces together into a pile.
"I am not sure you ought to be thanking me yet until we know the full extent of difficulties you are suffering from, and no, the pegasus stated she had others to attend to, so I allowed her to leave. Mayhaps I should not have."
>Tilting her head a bit, the Ward frowns in thought, then offers a grudging, though polite noise of acceptance at the probably unwelcome shanghai from her medical duties, enveloping both pack and armor into a neat stack above her head.
"Very well, I shall do so, but only to ensure that Bren is to pay close attention to you until the elixir wears off, I am still trying to trea- er, nevermind"
>Clambering down off the couch, and for once not instantly falling asleep under exertion, the Ward follows after you, maintaining a calculating, studious eye contact on your back.

>The cabin's interior was relatively silent, Nova glancing over the exterior interestedly, then raises a questioning eyebrow upwards.
"Should she not be I will demand you spend the rest of tonight and the day in the Clinic, yet I am quite confident she will understand the severity of your situation."
>Ears perking up as hoof steps from inside grow louder, reaching the front at a lazy pace, the door swinging open slowly after a few moments, Bren, either freshly showered or bathed as her mane was still wet, tiredly gazes out at you and the Ward giving her an uncomfortable stare.
>Quickly breaking the silence by glancing you up and down, the engineer's head cocks as she tries to halt a scowl.
"Ya ain't ever gotta knock on mah door Ind, ya know that, but Ah dunno why's the Ward here, thet's gotta mean bad news, an', uh, what'n Tartarus happened to ya? Ah thought ya was gone off somewheres an'.. the hay is thet small comin' off ya? 's like a hunnerd Crystal ponies bled inta a big ol' candle an' lit it right af'er!"
"That would be a sustaining elixir devised by Princess Cadence. It is used to temporarily recuperate severely injured Crystal ponies, the side-effects of which are, to non-ponies, most difficult to deal with. Please start a fire and collect at least four blankets, Indurian must remain as still and warm as possible throughout the day."
"Nah Ah don't but Ah'll git it started, an' ya heard tha gal, git in here Ind afore she starts doin' her Tipsy impression, an' trust me it ain't half bad neither!"
>The Ward immediately stares figurative daggers at Bren snorting in amusement, the ochre mare turning about and plodding towards the small stove in the living room.
The Crystal City-State: The Prey Become Predators
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200755
200903
>>200710
>Abruptly turning from calm into either maddened or interrupted, mixed Wardens begin shouting unintelligibly over ice shattering behind you.
[1d6+1 = 3]
<Focused Chorus of Command: Micro-Blizzard Wall

>Shoved backwards at least a foot, the Champion's four eyes, if that is what they were, visibly widen in surprise at the unexpected resistance, large shards of his shield and pieces from the outstretched, three-fingered punching hand rebounding from the pony-creature's head shattering off, the sound akin to steel nails being driven through sheet metal.
>Well braced against the incoming heavy recoil, the first gleaming dart streaks from the Spiker's barrel, partially blowing out the pony-creature's left knee, the second straying high enough and the third taking out the entire rear, nearly severing it.
>In response to the sudden change of balance and weight, the thing's duel against the Champion immediately turns many shades of wrong:
>The creature's neck twists forwards in an implausibly hideous elastic motion as it's maw, no longer anything something that could remotely be called a mouth, wrenches open wide to reveal double rows of vastly elongated canines snapping forwards at the Golem's shield-lance, the entirety of it's barb-tipped tendrils likewise rearing and snapping forwards as one mass towards the shield-lance's center.
>Champion Belregard jerks backwards nearly a meter, bringing the shield-lance up with his right arm, the left swinging behind him into a fist as a counterbalance, bullrushing the short distance forwards to drive the defensive weapon low at the thing's chest, a bright pulse of Ethereal pink racing across the edges towards the tip.
[1d6+15 = 16]
<M.Ethereal Lance
[1d6+15 = 20]

[1d6+15 = 20]

[1d6+15 = 19]

[1d6+15 = 20]
<Resist Damage
[1d6+4 = 6]
<Ethereal Scourge
>vs:
[1d6+17 = 22]
<????? #1
[1d6+17 = 19]

[1d6+17 = 18]

[1d6+17 = 20]

[1d6+17 = 19]

[1d6+9 = 12]
<????? #1: Regeneration
[1d6+9 = 11]

[1d6+9 = 11]

[1d6+9 = 15]

>Spotting the seafoam green Crystal filly repeating her seemingly careless dance of rearward bounce, stab forwards, then bounce again, it was now blatantly apparent to you that she was merely keeping her target distracted, the patches of well below sub-zero temperature ice spread across the pony-creature's body were indeed slowing it, yet it didn't seem to be hindered much by the bluesteel spear fracturing a large chunk of it's skull inwards.
>Unhampered by the eye-searing filly's efforts, the pony-creature facing her continues doggedly lashing out.
[1d6+6 = 10]
<E.Assault
[1d6+6 = 9]

[1d6+6 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 7]
<Frostcrack
[1d6+2 = 8]
<E.Crystal Runes: Pull
[1d6+2 = 5]

[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+1 = 5]
<E.Evasion
[1d6+1 = 6]

[1d6+1 = 3]

>vs:
[1d6+10 = 15]
<????? #2
[1d6+10 = 14]

[1d6+10 = 15]

[1d6+10 = 15]

[1d6+6 = 11]
<????? #2: Regeneration
[1d6+6 = 11]

[1d6+6 = 7]

[1d6+6 = 10]

>Directly off to the side, the rather plain and unremarkable Crystal pony wrestler was, possibly, winning at the moment; perplexingly her entire body was looking more and more fractured after each assault, at least a good five pounds of multicolored crystal scattered around the small area she'd chosen as combat ground.
>Stranger still, the mare's pockmarked body wasn't bleeding, her relative temperature in the thermals a touch below freezing.
>Forelegs sweeping around the downed pony-creature's already partially collapsed barrel, the mare plants her rear hooves down, then wrenches upwards, giving the abstract flesh horror a brutal squeeze even as it's maw snaps open, biting towards the mare's face as it's multitude of barbed appendages continue stabbing into her fracturing body.
[1d6+13 = 19]
<M.Assault: Crushing Blow
[1d6+13 = 17]

[1d6+13 = 16]

[1d6+13 = 15]

[1d6+8 = 14]
<Resist Damage
[1d6+8 = 13]

[1d6+8 = 10]

[1d6+8 = 9]

>vs:
[1d6+15 = 16]
<????? #3
[1d6+15 = 18]

[1d6+15 = 19]

[1d6+15 = 21]

[1d6+9 = 11]
<????? #3: Regeneration
[1d6+9 = 11]

[1d6+9 = 11]

[1d6+9 = 11]

>Spotting something above, an abnormally dark colored Crystal colt, at most 2 years old, was leaning over the northwest building's roof, cheering down towards the pro-wrestler mare.
"Break it in half mom! Don't let it get up again!"
>In the thermal, the colt was nothing more than thin outlines, not even registering a temperature.

>In time honored fashion, this was indeed too easy:
>Catching an erratic movement close to Tacit, the ripped apart corpse heaves itself onto its barrel, a front and rear leg spastically moving as if to stand, several of the weaponized appendages jerking inchworm style towards the body.
>The pony-creature's chest, formerly caved in, was beginning to stretch out as flesh and hide regenerate, obscenely crawling over protruding, shattered white ribs, themselves straightening back into place like liquid plastic.
Anonymous
9qdg8
?
No.200772
200828
showers.png
>>200706
How would one go about creating a poner operator?
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.200828
200989
>>200772
You would start by familiarizing yourself with the Pony Hoofbook in the pastebin.
Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.200886
200997 201021
giphy.gif
>>200452
>Jeff observes Nao with restrained amusement.
>Is there any species that doesn't like to nap and snuggle on this planet?
"Huh. Just when I thought I've seen it all."
>He leans down at a safe distance from Shanis, and holds a hand out fro Nao's flipper to... tap in greeting?
"I'm Jeff, Fortress Administrator. Nice to meet a seal, Nao."
>Before the seal can properly greet him, he goes in for the kill.
>And boops Nao right on her little seal nose.
"Boop."

>>200196
>After his snoot-assault on the seal, Jeff looks over at Sunny exchanging jobs with mercenary.
"There's quite a few jobs one the board that can use some able operators, Sunny. No one here really has any contacts with Dragonspine, either. If you're looking for something to do..."
>He opens up his tacpad and scrolls through his own long list of To-Do's.
>Hmm...
"I might have some things I could use a hand with."
The L.O.N.T
TYTyR
?
No.200903
200973
1437598675943.jpg
>>200755

>It was getting ridiculous at how hard it was to make a magic wall with all the ponies involved.
"Well, its the effort that counts..."

>Lowering the Spikers' sights from his eye the Operator saw he did the exact opposite of helping. 'So much for being easy.'
>He just screwed over Champion Belregard by making his opponent more vicious, he might as well not have done anything at all for all the good it did. And the two other ponies were there to distract the remaining monsters because apparently the Ethereal was the only one able to kill them, if the corpse of the forth abomination was any indication.
>Oh wait it was actually getting up now despite being so thoroughly fucked up.
"So much for being easy."
>Not only was it getting up but Tacit had to be a right pain in the ass and take a nap near the damn thing.
"Fuck it!"

>Putting away his Spiker and with a rev of the engine Lont launched himself and his motorbike forward, aiming his vehicle right at the abomination.
[1d6+2 = 8]
>M.Aligned Valor
[1d6 = 4]

[1d6+1 = 6]
>M.o.S

[1d6 = 5]
>E.Perception
[1d6+3 = 4]
>Thermal
[1d6 = 1]

[1d6+1 = 7]
>H.E
[1d6+4 = 10]
>M.Charging
[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6+4 = 10]
>E.Driving
[1d6+4 = 10]

[1d6+4 = 5]

>He wasn't mad enough to be ON the Outrider to ram the damn thing, so instead he glanced at where Tacit was slumped over and really really really tried willing himself to drop next to him.
[1d6 = 6]
>Warp Translocate
[1d6 = 2]

[1d6 = 5]

[1d6 = 5]

>Least that colt was having a good time.
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.200914
200994
>>200721
>Pareidolia pauses near the doorway as Krinza speaks.

"A Faraday cage, yes. I was unaware we had such facilities. Thank you for the information."

>Stepping out, he makes his way to the barracks to deposit his microscope before returning to his long overdue clerical duties sorting Naliyna's records at the Pagoda.


Stalliongrad: The Uncivil War, End of Act 1
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200923
201172
169705f1287df17351.jpg
>>200714
>Notified of thirty-three wounded sent elsewhere, the image of an ancient port-city appears briefly in your mind's eye, the Support Strikers, now 130 in number, tearing gouges across reality and time, shoving the few that they could save towards the safe haven so close, yet so far, dancing through their thoughts.
[1d6+34 = 36]
<Order: Claim Wounded
>Grimly forcing their last dregs of energy from the wells of their minds, and even their own bodies, your Strikers managing the last effort into tactically advising each and every single earth pony in Broken Hoof's and the Lieutenant's Formations to the absolute ends of their equine potential.
[1d6+34 = 38]
<Order: Enforce Tactics
[1d6+34 = 38]
<Order: Enforce Tactics

>Severed from the Strikers' mental connection through the overwhelming strain, the dull silence settling into your open mind provides the single most welcome, calming release from the stress experienced in maintaining your individuality against the entire Second Dynasty's collected thoughts and minds.
>Breaking free from the now barely walking Strikers into a run, you barely notice the unnatural heat shearing through the MG3's carry strap and falling onto the cobble behind as the comforting weight of the masterpiece weapon filling your hands.
>60 meters from the Watch Guard's flinching central ranks.

>Your sightless, barely awakened Mind's Eye is dragged from the Second Dynasty into Tactician Elwood's singularly focused vision, the stark, nightmarish furious Phantasm Knight, an earth pony stallion that reminded you of an opposite Twisted Wing, snarling in her face as the shattered Eldritch blade above him descends in a cloud of barely material, hostile energies down at the former Councilierge ruler.
(Guess I did learn something new, huh El?)
[1d6+20 = 24]
<Phantasm Arts: Prophetic Denial
[1d6+20 = 25]

[1d6+20 = 25]

[1d6+20 = 21]

[1d6+20 = 22]

>Momentarily unable to manage the distinction between yourself and the Tactician's chaotic, unhinged thoughts ignoring her brutal spiritual wounds to focus solely on tearing Aura into shreds, the Tactician's unstable psionic powers coalesce into countless subatomic specks of vitriol, the intervening space between present and future blanking out with a desperate series of spatial ruptures.
(You could've accepted my help instead of losing your equinity to that thing's lies-)
[1d6+20 = 22]
<Weakened Grand Crusade
[1d6+20 = 26]

[1d6+20 = 23]

[1d6+20 = 21]

>Not even given the time to mentally stagger from the brief, all-too-real conflict occurring between the former and current Councilierge rulers, the previously dim arcane spite inhabiting the dark corners of your thoughts does far more than tear free fro your hand: it drags a tiny shred of hatred from the endlessly cruel mind inhabiting the Regal Sphere far behind you being carried by one of the Strikers, the distant Aura releasing a piercing scream as his material body forcefully ejects barely contained Eldritch energies.
>As the Phantasm Knight convulses in agony, you become dimly aware of your entire arm embedded with shreds of fluorescent material.
>That was not something you should do again.

>The eastern Watch Guard lines buckle under Broken Hoof's phasing assault, driving her lance through mare after mare as the ancient Tower Guard weapon refuses to lodge itself, an out of control wave of brilliant blue energies visibly rippling through the center of their scourged ranks, both sides suffering hundreds of immediate injuries and dozens of deaths, her cadre suffering less than the Loyalist Watch, all ignoring their losses by the encompassing battle fury overtaking them all, though the thirty-five of her cadre previously shielded tear into their former kin with silent intensity, suffering little more than bruises in the process.
[1d6+35 = 40]
<Knight-General Broken Hoof
[1d6+18 = 20]
<Knight-General's Cadre
[1d6+15 = 20]
<Traitor Watch Guard
>vs:
[1d6+11 = 16]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard Command
[1d6+20 = 21]
<Western Loyalist Command

>Dealing the second most severe blows of the civil war yet, the unnamed traitor Lieutenant cackles as the mare's charge snaps her lance off in the first loyalist's chest, turning to crush a second's helmeted skull inwards with the remainder, then gleefully counting the now overwhelmed loyalist Watch Guard thrown back by a venomous detonation of gleaming red energies.
>Double Spear Formation shoving back the loyalist line in the Lieutenant's wake, they fare considerably better than Broken Hoof's drastically under armed, hooved, and armored forces, counting fewer losses, though the problem now became one of pitting many shattered or bent lances at close range against the mixed, moderately well commanded ranks of Journeyers, Experts, and Moderatis Watch Guard.
[1d6+24 = 26]
<Lieutenant
[1d6+15 = 17]
<Lancers: Close Combat Tactics
[1d6+12 = 17]
<Traitor Watch Guard
>vs:
[1d6+10 = 16]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard Command
[1d6+19 = 24]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard

(Hurry your asses up down their, Watch ranks are swelling quicker, they can't reach the Square until they've plowed through the snow so get going right now Prince or else you're getting trapped in the middle of them!)
(Most of the non-combatants are gone, there's maybe half a thousand left!)
(That Changeling's turned and gone south, looks like the Centurion found a stone we missed-)
(What the fuck are you doing Shieldmares?!)
(Then let's follow her down, we can't let those damned mares have all the honor today!)
>The Scouts cease their duties of keeping Mind's Eyes on Stalliograd's activities, the scant few mares reclaiming their weapons and rushing down from their higher positions towards the Vanguard, mentally screaming as her body contorts into something else entirely while a double squad of elite Centurions at the southern end of the Main Square begin their advance, their leader racing ahead of his unit.
[1d6+4 = 6]
<Roust: Basic Shapesifting
[1d6+4 = 7]

[1d6+7 = 13]
<Scouts: Charge
[1d6+3 = 5]
<Shieldmares: Charge
>vs:
[1d6+7 = 10]
<Centurion Cliff Flank
[1d6+6 = 8]
<Centurion Squad: Charge
The Crystal City-State: The Prey Become Predators
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200973
201039
>>200903
>The obvious fracturing of tones between Imperial and Kingdom Wardens is ended by a furious demand, the hard, ringing voice of a half-feral Crystal mare shouting for order to be maintained or swift executions will be doled out immediately.
[1d6+2 = 5]
<Focused Chorus of Command: Blizzard Wall

>Despite your negative consideration, the Champion's quartet of eyes flare in renewed hope as the shield-lance tears through a host of the barb-tipped appendages to slam home through the right side of pony-creature's chest, it's maw shredding off one of the rear-facing spikes and sending it flying into the air.
>Embedding the shield-lance a third of the way into the flesh golem, the thing collapses atop it while a strobing burst of pink burst occurs from within, the Golem's left arm rearing back, the hand reforming into a sharply tipped cone fingers before driving down at the head snapping towards the upper shield's roll, Belregard's solemn tone barely reaching you over the clash.
"Your honored aid shall be sung in praise yet I cannot destroy such beasts alone! Open a path that we may deliver to rest one of these trapped vessels from this plane!"
[1d6+15 = 19]
<M.Ethereal Lance
[1d6+15 = 19]

[1d6+15 = 16]

[1d6+15 = 18]

[1d6+15 = 18]
<Resist Damage
[1d6+4 = 5]
<Ethereal Scourge
>vs:
[1d6+14 = 18]
<????? #1
[1d6+14 = 16]

[1d6+14 = 19]

[1d6+14 = 18]

[1d6+9 = 14]
<????? #1: Regeneration
[1d6+9 = 10]

[1d6+9 = 13]

[1d6+9 = 12]

>Skipping around out of your sight, the filly's spear haft finally shatters as the blade embeds into her target's face, though the sound of her screaming in rage from behind and a rush of skin-crawling cold managing to penetrate your armor's protection for a split-second indicated she'd definitely changed tactics.
[1d6+5 = 8]
<E.Assault
[1d6+5 = 8]

[1d6+5 = 11]

[1d6+2 = 8]
<E.Crystal Runes: Power
[1d6+2 = 5]

[1d6+2 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 6]
<E.Brutal Parries
[1d6+2 = 3]

[1d6+2 = 3]

[1d6+1 = 6]
<E.Evasion
[1d6+1 = 5]

[1d6+1 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 10]
<Permafrost Breath
[1d6+4 = 5]

>Trapped in a deadlock with her chosen target, the bizarrely untiring Crystal mare emits a strained grunt of effort as she heaves the ruined pony-creature into the air above her, the flesh horror shredding off chunks and shards of crystalline from her body, and now missing most of the space between her snout and eyes.
>Taking a short hop forwards, the wrestler slams the flesh horror down with all her weight in a passable Batista Bomb, the matchstick shattering of what few bones could even remain nothing compared to a flurry of crystalline shards scattering in every direction from the violent maneuver.
[1d6+13 = 14]
<M.Storm Tactics:
[1d6+13 = 17]

[1d6+13 = 14]

[1d6+13 = 16]

[1d6+8 = 11]
<Resist Damage
[1d6+8 = 9]

[1d6+8 = 13]

[1d6+8 = 9]

>vs:
[1d6+12 = 16]
<????? #3
[1d6+12 = 18]

[1d6+12 = 15]

[1d6+12 = 18]

[1d6+7 = 9]
<????? #3: Regeneration
[1d6+7 = 11]

[1d6+7 = 12]

[1d6+7 = 12]

>Revved to it's peak, the Outrider's modified tires shred into the crystalline ground underneath as it lurches forwards, the distinct blur of stepping through realities occurs, a visibly surprised, definitely ancient near-feral looking Crystal pony ghost's jaw drops as you pass by her.
>Landing armored knees down roughly two meters left of Tacit passed out atop the still-convulsing corpse, the stallion was covered in a plethora of heavily bleeding wounds, mostly from the Ward's weaponry, though a hefty number of jagged barb injuries were present.
Anonymous
nig7b
?
No.200989
1556953__safe_artist-colon-ralek_oc_oc only_oc-colon-rescue pony_abstract background_animated_arms behind back_bipedal_changeling_changeling oc_changin.gif
>>200828
Done so. Just out of curiosity, are changelings off the table? No mention of them in the pastebin.
The Pagoda: Luxury & Laziness Abound
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.200994
201035
>>200914
"You are welcome, and good night to you."
>Waving a hoof farewell while the door closes, Krinza stares about the Workshop, eventually landing on the Panhard and gravel underneath it.
>Absentmindedly scratching the back of his neck with a borrowed flathead screwdriver, the smith turns his focus to Spiral's table, then grins as an idea comes to him.

>Passed by a wing of close to the ground flying helmeted Tartarus Air Corps. pegasi, at least twice as many more than you knew were normally stationed the base, the last mare snaps a quick winged salute, calling out behind her.
"New rotation for the night, checking on the wargs first sir!"

>Entering your barracks, it was likewise silent as the Workshop had been, save for a mess of empty ammunition tins, packets, bags, and boxes strewn around the den's center, recently stuffed assault packs and spare medical satchels stacked in both corridors.
>Reaching the Pagoda with no other interruptions, it was now a bit more lively than before:
>On the west side, Shanis was still taking up the largest pony couch, head propped up on a stack of gifted mangoes, only now clutching a bright white seal between all her legs, an unarmored and lightly clothed Jeff finished booping the young pinniped.
>On the opposite couch, Tipper was fast asleep, curled up near the middle and snoring lightly, while a white pegasus in a close copy of Thrill's sneaking suit was speaking to Naliyna, a small band of black around her head, the way it sat likely indicating an eye patch.
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.200997
201021 201115
>>200886
>Sunny fluttered her wings, turning to look back at the others, lilting tone to her voice in clear amusement at the boop.
"Polar Seals, Mountain Seals, there's a few kinds of Seals I guess, but I'll be damned if I even knew they existed until I met Late Pepper. Living in the Dragonspines, no less. I thought I was hallucinating when I did, that and the raspberry flavored snow… Turns out Seals do live on mountains as well as ice fields."
>Pausing to consider a moment, the mare shrugged.
"Others I've spoken to are as surprised to see them return as I am to learn they exist, that's about all I know if I'm honest. Which is embarrassing."
>Considering Jeef's offer with a long, silent stare at the human, the pegasus nodded. Gratefully.
"If you've got literally anything for me to do at all that doesn't involve me abducting another bottle of liquor from the Mess, I'm happy to do it."

>>200452
>Twitching an ear at the snort, Sunny attempted to ignore the answer.
>She could not.
"I mean I thought to give these to you to post so I can go immediately get whatever it is you need… Gotten? I suppose I can just trot over and quickly do it myself if you don't need me to go be a courier immediately. I've got little else to do and I've been more or less told to take the rest of the night off."
>Hah, there was plenty of night left with which to do things. If she took an actual break, she was just going to consume as much liquor as she needed to consume to black out anyway.
>Probably not a good idea to do that, it might set a bad impression if she were caught with her muzzle constantly wrapped around the neck of a bottle.
"Well, to be perfectly honest I haven't even slept in my bed since I've been here, so I wouldn't know. Thank you anyway, how much does it cost?"
>The minute she asked, she knew Naliyna was going to tell her it wasn't something she'd have to buy.
>If Doctor Tipper were awake, she might consider this retribution for leaving her with a pouch full of bits.
>Sunny prepared to sigh. She should probably just accept it and move on instead of haggling over increasing the price.
The Pagoda: Luxury & Laziness Abound
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201021
201115 201199
>>200886
>Laying her head back down, and either trying to ignore the mangoes making up her new pillows or simply not caring, Shanis lifts her right wing, waving it in a confused circle.
"Just don't go to Tartarus right now, it's... weird to put it lightly."
>Shifting about to face you better, the seal's smile deepens even further, speaking in a slow, excited manner that absolutely didn't match her appearance, except for nagging insistences in the back of your mind that she was much too young to be hanging around Shanis, let alone Razorback.
"Greetings Jeff! There's a lot of us around Tallus but we left to secret places when a big silver pony did some dumb stuff."
>Flipping raising, Nao breaks out into squeaky giggling, eyes closing while both flippers raise to cover her face.
>Curiously, Nao's snout was cooler than a pony's and a bit less soft.
>The Mercenary Queen wiggles backwards to mostly free the seal, also causing the mangoes to spill across her chosen couch while she mockingly points her suited wing in your direction, a bare trace of sincerity coming into the worst possible impression of a nagging mare.
"Please stop that Jeff, she's only been here for however long and doesn't need to be shown how absolutely diabolical humans ar- I can't keep this up, seriously how does Tipper do it?"

>Perking her ears up, Shanis lifts her head and ends up staring in confusion at the pile of fruit, blankets, and pillows above her head.
"That reminds me.. what the? I had a bunch of contracts here earlier, where'd they go?"

>>200997
>Naliyna returns to sorting and stacking, though keeps her good ear swiveled in your direction, Shanis speaking up with a rueful tone over the seal's giggles.
"Not even gonna ask how many seals there are, this one's cute enough. Betting there'll be a thousand reports in my tent by the end of tonight asking why there's seals showing up again. As for the flavored snow prank that's not uncommon, plenty of sorcerers, mages, dragons, even a few mystics use it."

>Setting another folded stack of Saddle Arabian carpets into the tent-stall, Naliyna shrugs, then wave a hoof down at the four stacks of papers on her table.
"Just put them here and I'll get somepony to do that later since everything's a mess right now. Still waiting on a receipt for something to show up before I do much else, but if it doesn't there's going to be a really weird meeting that I'm definitely going to need somepony coming with me for."
"You know my dear, you can still run before she catches you. Then again, don't run, it'll be even funnier to save you from such a deserved punishment!"
>Unaware that Discord was camped out somewhere that you could hear yet not see, the trader turns back to you, her lips pursing tightly and eyes narrowing while she deliberates over the untold possibilities she could inflict.
>Visibly settling for a good one, the fuchsia mare smiles in a deliberately slow, worrying manner, giving a light hum and setting the blanket down on your back.
"Weeeellll.. I'll make you a deal. There's a few things I've been quietly trying to get ahold for a while now, found one but not any of the others. Let's just say whoever owns that one has no interest in getting rid of it, even though they probably should. I don't want it done until everything settles down here, but when you do I'll make sure your room gets the best stuff, sound fair?"
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
TYTyR
?
No.201022
201122
>>200731

>As soon as Adon used Igni on himself, the biting cold that sunk deep into his muscles and joints melted away. A gentle warmth akin to a summer high noon replacing it.

>Behind him and now several feet away the Slaver Minotaur swung his massive two-handed mace at a real spectre. The thing was made out of roiling fog, the edges of its body a translucent layer of magical energy. Its head was that of a horses' skull, not an Equestrian but an actual horse from the Witchers home. Except for the fact it had a long thin horn jutting out of its cranium.
>This ghoulish image did not dissuade the Minotaur from swinging his weapon right through it, wisps of mist trailing the studded steal head of the mace. 168/210
>The ghostly visage was not static either, for it was spinning and turning through the air until it had surrounded the Bull, trailing tendrils of fog condensing into thin gnarled claws that racked at the Minotaur, drawing bloody grooves in exposed hide despite harmlessly brushing along the toned muscle. 308/340

>Angrily mumbling about how this was above his pay grade, the Bull grabs the handle of his weapon with both hands and twists his form to do a full body swing, displacing the encircling mist with the force of his blow.
>Quickly reforming the spectre lets out a distant echoing Nay and formed around the Bull again, spikes appearing to spear all around the Slaver.
[1d6+12 = 14]
>GM.Assault
[1d6+12 = 16]

[1d6+12 = 16]

[1d6+12 = 17]

[1d6+12 = 18]

>vs
[1d6+15 = 20]
>Burning Cold
[1d6+15 = 20]

[1d6+15 = 18]

[1d6+4 = 7]
>Mist Cover

>Getting her wits together the Unicorn howls as another Lightning bolt fired out of her horn, the magical shot blasting a clear hole through the ghost, one that had trouble filling up even though it was made out of mist. 149/210

>Distracted, the Minotaur did not notice the Witcher move up to his left leg and swing a sword at it. The weakest point Adon noted was the area between the Calve and Hoof. Cold steel sliced into bone, tendons severing and making the Bull stumble now he suddenly lost use of his left leg. 295/340

>Thankfully for Adon the Gryphons did not jump in to help their comrade, or even notice as they had both spotted the untied and now fleeing prisoners. "Dun you run now!" "Bastards lot of ya!"
[1d6+3 = 8]
>E.Movement
[1d6+3 = 4]

[1d6+3 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 8]
>E.Movement
[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 10]

>So preoccupied by chasing their escaping future payments they did not register the old Unicorn male until they were basically on top of him.
>Not that he minded.
>With a flick of his horn a renewed golden aura washed out like a tsunami, bashing the Gryphons backwards head over paws.
[1d6+3 = 6]
B.Reaction Speed
[1d6+3 = 5]

[1d6+2 = 6]
>E.Telekinesis
[1d6+2 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 6]

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.201035
201040 201115
>>200994
>Pareidolia continues onward, acknowledging the flight wing with only a brief glance as they pass overhead.

[Uncertain why they are reporting to me. Must be part of a new deployment.]

>Ignoring all the possible distractions at the Pagoda whether human, pony, or seal, he seats himself back where he was a couple hours ago to continue organizing Naliyna's receipts, audit logs, and recruitment letters.

[If someone touched these... ]

>He also briefly checks behind him to confirm the Construct hulls he had asked Naliyna to safely keep were still accounted for.

The L.O.N.T
+Qb9r
?
No.201039
201049
when you crit in melee.gif
>>200973

Master Aligned Valor: +8 for 4 turns to combat, +1 to movement
Master M.o.S: +2 for 6 turns to combat, adds two extra rolls for combat

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YV5IheNfK54

>'See, much better! It only took some mare going half insane and threatening to kill them all to improve.'

>Belregard was taking it really well, good enough for Lont. He even began to hope he was just overreacting to the Champion and he was in fact a super chill. 'Wait no, don't get your hopes up-'
"Trapped vessels wat?"

>Glancing at the mare and how she was doing some sick ass bomb moves, it was painfully apparent she was not going to survive this battle if Lont did not kill the reanimating abomination fast!

>He expected something similar to using the Translocation Stone but not something so instant with lingering after-images. Though that could of been an entirely unrelated ghost face.
"So that's the vessel eh, the Wards have been busy."
>Lont spat, whatever the Wards inner circle intended with such monsters it was certainly not for picking daises and helping old mares cross the street, that was for sure.

>Seeing his bike smack into the pony thingie the Operator brought out his Alchemy Tablets and got to work on fixing up Tacit. However he kept the Citrine tablet for himself just in case.
"Get up and get outta here lazy bones."
[1d6+3 = 9]
>M.Medical
[1d6+3 = 9]

[1d6+3 = 5]

[1d6+3 = 4]

[1d6+3 = 5]
>Heal ability (Onyx)
[1d6+4 = 10]
>Heal (Ruby)

>With Tacit not being so fucked up now Lont took up his sword, flame blazing bright as he charged the monster.
"As a medical professional you will feel a slight burning sensation from this!"
[1d6 = 5]
>U.Punmancy
>'Oh god that was terrible.'

>charging in he looked for a good spot to plunge his blade that didn't look like it had any mouths or spikes would eat his face off.
[1d6 = 6]
>E.Perception
[1d6+3 = 4]
>Thermal
[1d6 = 3]

[1d6+1 = 3]
>H.E

[1d6+1 = 2]
>M.Reaction Speed
[1d6+1 = 5]

[1d6+1 = 5]

[1d6+1 = 4]

[1d6+16 = 17]
>M.Assault
[1d6+16 = 19]

[1d6+16 = 21]

[1d6+16 = 22]

[1d6+16 = 20]

[1d6+16 = 22]

[1d6+3 = 5]
>Flameshock
[1d6+17 = 18]
>Charge


The Pagoda: Luxury & Laziness Abound
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201040
201132
>>201035
>Finding the stacks untouched and Naliyna very carefully avoiding any disturbances to them, you notice a small gleam of bright orange inside the tent-stall, mostly covered by stacks of carpets taken from Pear Blossom's mansion, as well as expensive, brightly colored brand new blankets.
>The attempt to cover the wreckages was either working well or none had seen fit to inspect the interior, which was being quickly filled.
>On the far side of the couch, the scar-covered mare shoots you an apologetic smile as she continues folding and stacking, tilting her head towards the tent-stall in a tiny motion and mouthing the words 'that good enough?'

>Interrupted by a white sheet of paper popping out of a clear rift on the translocation matrice, the trader gets up with a huff and trots around the table to it quickly.
"That's mine, nopony look!"
>Snagging the page and returning to her seat, Naliyna lifts it up to stare at, her expression changing into one of puzzled relief.
The Crystal City-State: The Prey Become Predators
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201049
201210
>>201039
>Much more in tune yet still rather dull in comparison to the City-State's many traveling singers, the crackling of ice ends as presumably the southern alley entrance is fully sealed off, their singing continuing unabated except for the half-feral shouting out another, unclear order.
[1d6+3 = 6]
<Focused Chorus of Command: ???

>Unseen now though close enough to hear all too well, the Champion's fervent struggle is heralded by multiple cracks, the first a series of punctures into skull, several more including further shredding of the Golem's shield and a remarkably loud cracking noise.
[1d6+14 = 20]
<M.Ethereal Lance
[1d6+14 = 17]

[1d6+14 = 18]

[1d6+14 = 17]

[1d6+15 = 18]
<Resist Damage
[1d6+4 = 9]
<Ethereal Scourge
>vs:
[1d6+14 = 17]
<????? #1
[1d6+14 = 19]

[1d6+14 = 15]

[1d6+14 = 18]

[1d6+10 = 14]
<????? #1: Regeneration
[1d6+10 = 15]

[1d6+10 = 15]

[1d6+10 = 16]

>Audibly enraged beyond recovery, the Crystal filly's hooves can be clearly heard shattering her targeted flesh golem's weaponized appendages amidst resounding blows to hide and bone, another chilling blast freezing the intersection for a split-second's notice.
[1d6+6 = 12]
<E.Frenzied Assault
[1d6+6 = 7]

[1d6+6 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 8]
<E.Crystal Runes: Power
[1d6+2 = 3]

[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 6]
<E.Brutal Parries
[1d6+2 = 5]

[1d6+2 = 4]

[1d6+1 = 5]
<E.Evasion
[1d6+1 = 4]

[1d6+1 = 3]

[1d6+4 = 5]
<Permafrost Breath
[1d6+4 = 7]

>vs:
[1d6+7 = 9]
<????? #2
[1d6+7 = 11]

[1d6+7 = 11]

[1d6+7 = 13]

[1d6+3 = 6]
<????? #2: Regeneration
[1d6+3 = 7]

[1d6+3 = 9]

[1d6+3 = 4]

>The north wall of ice, and perhaps even the intersection itself if you weren't mistaken, tremors from the mare's power slam causing small cracks across the face.
>Vaguely heard over Champion Belregard and the filly, another series of matchstick snaps occur behind you, these ones far more gruesome though considerably fewer in number.
[1d6+13 = 15]
<M.Storm Tactics: Reverse Slam
[1d6+13 = 14]

[1d6+13 = 18]

[1d6+8 = 9]
<Resist Damage
[1d6+8 = 13]

[1d6+8 = 12]

[1d6+8 = 12]

>vs:
[1d6+12 = 13]
<????? #3
[1d6+12 = 14]

[1d6+12 = 17]

[1d6+12 = 13]

[1d6+7 = 12]
<????? #3: Regeneration
[1d6+7 = 8]

[1d6+7 = 10]

[1d6+7 = 10]

>Slapping as many of the large self-sticking silk bandages that could fit into one hand on the closest visible wounds, the tablet contacts on Tacit cause him to release an unconscious, tortured exhale, the earth stallion's coat veritably rippled from visible muscle tears; it didn't seem as if he'd be waking up soon unless other efforts were taken.
>73/400HP, Bleeding, Unconscious!

>Sighting the Outrider's fork, bent backwards towards the engine, the pony-creature's lower neck and barrel had been crushed in once more, a momentary surge of grim delight at the damage caused also trapping it underneath, though the barbed tendrils scattered around it reminded you of New Everfree Lashers, only much smaller surrounding, had ceased to move for now.
>Remarkably, the front tire hadn't popped on impact, yet the frame was greatly twisted out of alignment, both of the mirrors had shattered off, the MG249 was nearly wrenched off it's mount, and the gas tank was tilted; an impressive result, really.

>Whether or not the flesh golem was capable of understanding the clinically underrated pun, your blade's edges burst into flame while you note the dazed thing was unable to focus on much of anything, let alone defend itself at least for now.
>Leaping the short distance to the abomination, the Mural Blade slams home into the fully exposed central chest cavity, it's tough hide and reinforced bone offering no resistance against your equine-equivalent strength, penetrating through entirely and cracking into the crystalline ground underneath, though you could feel it wasn't stuck.
>Maw opening in reflex, the flesh golem's head twists towards you, neck sluggishly extending through shattered joints to snap double rows of canines towards the closest hand.
[1d6+8 = 14]
<????? #4
[1d6+8 = 14]

[1d6+8 = 9]

[1d6+8 = 10]

[1d6 = 2]
<????? #4: Reaction Speed
[1d6 = 5]

[1d6 = 2]

[1d6 = 2]

[1d6 = 3]
<????? #4: Regeneration
[1d6 = 1]

[1d6 = 2]

[1d6 = 4]

Ivan the STALKER
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.201108
201161 201213
1414751339181.jpg
>>200700
>>200718
>Squinting in the dim light, Ivan glanced around before turning his head towards the sound.
"I can agree with that. I'll find someone to teach me."
>While he knew it was supposed to be safe, he couldn't help but instinctively begin reaching for his sidearm...
>Until the mare came into view, then he relaxed. Giving her a nod, he gave a greeting of his own.
"Привітання і привітання колеги-сталкера."
Bubba the Second
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.201109
201166
>>200703
>Grimacing, Bubba watches as the mystery mare chomps down on Soft's neck, before glancing down to watch Rest get up and recover from being tossed into the crowd below.
>"These ponies certainly fight with a lot of gusto, even if its not on a real battlefield."
>He'd have to remember this in case he ever had to fight one.
Natilda
!5KkYrBuec2
UhWTN
?
No.201111
201175
>>200712
"I wouldn't know the first thing about equipment to resist a nuke."
>I'd hate to see how thick a tank would have to be to keep from being destroyed by one.
"Well... That's good to know at least."
>A quick, ten minute dive, if even that. And I even have cold are now!
>I can't help but grimace at her conclusion to the scanning, but I make no move to stop her from walking into the water.
"Меня беспокоит то, что ты не замечаешь."
>I do take a moment to take in the underwater view, the first time I have ever been able to.
"Hm?"
>Snapping out of my thoughts, I look at what she was talking about.
"I'd say that's an old wooden shipwreck... Old being from me, I believe they still use sailing ships here though."

Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.201115
201199 201208
>>201021
>Jeff looks at Shanis quizzically, but none less nods in understanding.
"It is? I'll take your word for it."
>After Nao's explanation, he reels back satisfied with his nose boop.
"A big dumb silver pony would do that, wouldn't she? Hmm, eh I got what I needed in."
>He resists to boop the seal again, but withholds after Shanis's light-hearted scolding.
"Have you been in the clinic lately? She keeps a lot more than just chill pills in there."

>>200997
>The Ranger looks at the pegasus with piqued interest that she even responded positively to his mention. He scratches his chin, at her initiative.
"Really now? Let me see."
>Jeff scrolls through his tacpad... he hasn't touched any of those yet. And he's had them for quite a while.
"How do you feel about crypts? I have a location of one in the Moor's that needs salvaging. It's half submerged though, so I hope you don't mind getting a little wet."

>>201035
>Noticing Pare, re-enter the Pagoda. Poor bastard got stuck doing paperwork, since the Citadel, it looks like. And with all the Construct salvage in the corner under wraps, it seems like he had a long night ahead of him. He figures not to bother him with his own work.
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.201122
201202
>>201022
>The Witcher was really grateful his Igni kicked in, else he'd be having a cold hard time right now.
>Staving off most of the intense chill, he gets back most of his bearings after he gets a good satisfying slash through the minotaurs left back ankle. He easily felt his blade go through the important tendons, and it didn't even notice him strike the blow since that conjured spirit was holding most of his attention and doing its own damage.
>He looks around quick to assess the other bandits. The unicorn was firing off bolts of lighting at the specter, and the gryphons were being held off by that old unicorn in the group of captives. By now he can already guess the ghost was of his own conjuring, giving it's magical outline and his medallion's hearty vibrations. Telekinesis while holding a corporeal spirit in form. Pretty powerful, unicorn to hold two constant spells, he guesses.
>He still needed more time for his magic to replenish before he can use another sign, so he backs off from attacking and makes a dash for the prisoners. The old unicorn had helped out this much so far. The two of them could probably hold them off until all the others were safe.
[1d6+1 = 7]
<B.Sprint
[1d6+1 = 7]

>Dafely flanking the tumbling gryphons, he puts himself between the remaining prisoners and any able-bodied bandits, bringing his sword up in a guard and looks over at the old unicorn with a determined smirk on his face and yelling over the commotion.
"Thanks for the help, old man. I severed the big guy good, in his leg. Can probably focus on the others!"
Home, At Last
Indurian
!!buRZoyxezk
aR8XB
?
No.201129
201205
cat-fireplace.gif
>>200750
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36_IYgD_9do
>Indurian turns to give Nova a kind smile and a light headpat
"My sincere thanks, to you and Lady Ironmane. I do hope I shall see her again, so that I may give her my thanks in person."
>he shuffles into the house, grabs the door with one hand and turns to Nova one more time before closing it
"You seem... terse. But I can see your kindness."
>with this, he closes the door at last
>travel blanket still wrapped around his shoulders, Indurian begins making his way towards the fireplace, finding himself a seat and promptly letting himself fall into it
"My apologies, my dear - it would seem that I failed to keep you aware of my business of late. You have been so, so very busy that I decided to keep this to myself. But it seems my mistakes have caught up with me, and now, shamefully, I must ask you to delay your work to look after me..."
>Indurian takes a deep breath, partly to rest his weakened body, and partly to prepare himself for telling his story once again
"It all started with a seemingly simple mission: Sir Ivan and myself were to accompany one Pred-Elk, named Sparkling Fluer, to go and rescue another of her kind, Brume Gale."
>he recounts his tale to her in full, this time even attempting to suss out the name of that strange, red place he'd visited
"...I believe it was called the, 'sanfoo-ill-leach-ah.' Yes, I find myself just as puzzled at the name. But, there it is..."
>finishing his story with the daring moment of escape from the giant tentacle robot, he pauses for a moment to catch his breath, then continues
"Once Ivan and I arrived, we left the severely injured Elks to the care of Tipper and her clinic. We attempted to hide, fearing reprisal for our failure to protect them - a stain on my knight's honor, a grievous one indeed! - However, it was not to last."
"That general, Twisted Wing, she savagely beat Ivan and I to nearly an inch of our lives. We both suffered, 'Severe head trauma,' as Tipper phrased it."
"I pretend no moral judgement for or against Twisted Wing for her actions - any leader would demand just punishment for something such as this. Perhaps she was a bit barbaric in her severity, however I personally do not fault her for punishing us. It is simply a fact."
"Ignoring to heed the advice of the medics, I left the clinic as soon as I felt able. I kept myself active for some time, ignoring the returning pains in my head, the dizziness... Eventually I wound up slumped over the mess hall bar - a loud noise from close by was all it took to send me back into darkness."
"Thankfully I was rescued by Nova Flicker, and a mysterious mare who identified herself as Gale Ironmane. And now, here I am - battered, cold, and more than willing to heed the advice of the doctors this time around."
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
lcrO7
?
No.201132
201211
>>201040
Pareidolia gives a curt nod to Naliyna at her mouthed question and returns to organizing all relevant sheafs and papers by date according to category.

[Need a proper filing and repository system, otherwise future records will be lost.]
Loriat Cave, Home of the Gel-Ponies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201161
201213 201722
>>200718
"Sorry Captain, I've only lived in Stalliongrad and on Tartarus Isle, never been anywhere else."
>Offering Raidor an embarrassed look, the young pegasi's ears perk up in relief.
"Great! There's too many ponies and.. well, seals and some others on the Isle's beaches right now, can't even find a place to swim, so I thought Dayi's spa would do the trick."

>>201108
>Glancing at you reaching to the holster, the mercenary's eyebrows furrow in confusion, then shakes her head.
"I'm not entirely sure what you said but you have a good night too! I'm gonna get in before anypony else thinks to come here and soak up the heat."

>Raising the entirely wrong left wing for a very shoddy salute, the mare scurries down into the tunnel Ivan and Raidor had just left, the red lamp dimming quickly.
Cairn Wharf: Brutality Club!
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201166
201310
>>201109
>The brawl takes an even stranger turn as the unnamed mare barely moves from the headbutt's impact, Soft-Kill's entire body falls limp from the bite, jaw dropping to expose unusually large, sharp mixtures of blood-drinker and fruit-eater canines as her eyes glaze over.
>Throwing a foreleg under Soft-Kill's chest, the mystery mare's wings extend, three oversized wingclaws grasping around Soft-Kill's barrel, preventing her from collapsing.
>Whether the mare's intention was to simply render Soft-Kill weakened or drain her enough into unconsciousness wasn't apparent, though it definitely wasn't for lewd purposes.
>Managing to stand albeit shakily, Rest snorts in a manner reminiscent of an angry earth pony, head lowering and storming in with a loud kee of umbrage.
[1d6 = 6]
<Soft-Kill: Resist
[1d6 = 4]
<?????
[1d6-1 = 1]
<Rest

>Noticing the batbookie squeezing her way through the still-silent crowd, the blue and green painted mare spins about and leans against your seat, muttering in an audibly impressed tone up at you, the closer wing lifting to hold up a well worn silver 10 Bit coin.
"Here, first round tied. Just found out those three really are early generation batponies, and they're Dusk Striders too."
Dante 'Doc Feelgood'
!!pppQ1.997.
UkdGP
?
No.201172
201324
OH LAWDY THE SKOOMA'S KICKIN IN.jpg
>>200923
>Aw, damnit!
>No time to stop and grab it, gotta keep running!
"Hey! Someone grab that, the last thing we want is for it to be taken by researchers and made to be used against us!"
>Happened once before.
>Results...not pretty.
>Feeling my body stumble as my vision is ripped away to Elwood's vision, I fumble to make sure that my steps are still on the correct path to join with my friendlies.
>My mind a jumble of thoughts that are not my own, I reach out a hand and...

>Oh.
>Okay, I'm not sure whether to be grateful or worried that my arm is pockmarked with shiny bits.
>I guess I'll let it be, and unless it starts hurting then I'll pay it no mind.

>I continue to run towards the lines, at the same pace I was before, my twinblade rising as I prepare to strike as soon as I meet the lines.
[1d6+3 = 8]
<E. Speed
[1d6+3 = 6]

[1d6+3 = 6]

>As the enemy lines become closer and closer, my mind starts to blink out of all the worrysome thoughts, focusing entirely on the white-hot intensity of charging headfirst into death.
>Gone was the spastic series of thoughts regarding how I could get as much beings as well as myself out alive.
>Gone was the drowning cacophony of voices and thoughts in my head.
>Gone was anything but the target in front of me.
>And as I close the distance, my twinblade falls upon the enemy lines, a roar in my throat and piercing gaze from my eyes.
[1d6+19 = 22]
<M. Assault
[1d6+19 = 22]

[1d6+19 = 24]

[1d6+19 = 20]

[1d6+20 = 26]
<Charge
[1d6+7 = 13]
<Cretalva Poison
>With the blow struck, I mind the potion stuck to the handle, ready to use it at any opportunity.

>Falling a little bit back to reality, I send a thought over to Broken.
(Alright, we're stuck in now. Ideas on how to get as many of the Dynasty as well as ourselves out of here?)
>And Roust found another stone?
>Great, but now I have to worry about getting there with as many bodies as possible.
Lost in the Crag Moors: Stuck (In The Middle Of) You
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201175
201198
>>201111
>Tossing the schematic of her ruined hull back onto the left screen, the cartoon Android examines it for a few moments, the hands then thrown upwards with a tiny electronic noise of irritation.
"I can't even calculate minimum armor requirements. Primary Priority Five replaced: research enhanced armor improvements. Primary Priority three changed: find some damned information related to side-effects involving humans consuming equine biomatter and equines consuming human biomatter!"
>The miniature model disappears along with the schematic, Wild's left hand rather carelessly digs into sand, revealing long rotted timbers, small glints of two now bent, large bronze rings along with a single long, twisted steel plate coming into view.
"Term: ship, analogue to vessel. Term: sailing, refers to.. unpowered or powered vessel locomotion on water. Query: what are the uses of such a vessel? Bronze and steel located, preparing hull replacement, stowing primary weapon."
>Collecting the unusually large rings and plate into her hand, you finally notice a small red clock, one of those newfangled digital ones, now counting down from 10 minutes.
>Wild rocks briefly as the materials are placed in another cabin, left and right hands dig into the sand once more while six long, thin metallic tendrils, different from the medical implements, can be seen diving into the sand.
>You had to wonder, with some fear, precisely how many of them she had and what their uses were.
"Scan completed, there are no potentially dangerous bioforms within five hundred meters. Initiating basic repairs, close range sensor sweep, and deploying remaining retrieval implements. Natilda, there is a large amount of retrievable materials that I will be unable to store, please advise priorities."
[1d6 = 6]
<Right: Scavenge
[1d6 = 2]
<Left: Scavenge
[1d6 = 5]
<Retrieval #1
[1d6 = 4]
<Retrieval #2
[1d6 = 2]
<Retrieval #3
[1d6 = 4]
<Retrieval #4
[1d6 = 4]
<Retrieval #5
[1d6 = 2]
<Retrieval #6
[1d6 = 4]
<Arcanum Sensors Array
[1d6+4 = 10]
<Grade 1 Auto-Repair
Natilda
!5KkYrBuec2
UhWTN
?
No.201198
201333
>>201175
"We've been together for a couple months, Wild. If there were side effects of the three of us 'consuming each others biomatter' I'm pretty sure they would have surfaced by now."
>"Why am I having this conversation with her?!"
"We used to use sailing ships to move cargo and passengers over the oceans, they faded away to steam and fuel powered ships that could haul more cargo at a faster speed than a sailing ship could, and without dependency on the winds."
>I shift in my seat as I watch her collect the metal.
"I would suggest not using the bronze as a permanent armor solution. It won't be able to really stop anything, especially with how long everything has been underwater."
>I chew on my lip for a moment, before sitting back.
"I would recommend getting the Lumin, gold, platinum, and a balance of the materials you can't identify."
>After thinking for a second, I add.
"If you can only grab one of them grab the Lumin."

!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.201199
201208 201212
>>201021
>She found herself looking around at the sound of Discord's voice, where it had come from she had no idea, or any idea if anyone else had heard that.
"Wha-"
>Sunny shifted under the blanket now perched on her back, at least it was keeping her back more or less warm. There could be worse things than walking around under a blanket.
>Deserved punishment be damned.
>She opened her mouth to protest, more to point out the fact she was already getting paid to do things for Razorback, then thought better of it.
"I...! Nevermind, let me know when you need it done and I'll see what I can do about it."

>>201115
>Sunny turned to look up at the human, who was scratching his chin and staring at her.
>In surprise?
>He must have had this to-do list for a long time. Good for her.
"Any nasties in there? Undead and the like? Because I'm not sure I have the equipment to keep old bones down for long, but getting wet shouldn't otherwise be a problem."
>Maybe she could politely ask them if she could loot their crypt.
>Assuming there were Undead.
>She hadn't said yes, she should probably do that.
"That's more or less a yes, sir."
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
+Qb9r
?
No.201202
201207
>>201122

>Somewhere out there in the distance, Adon felt rather than heard, a faint cackling 'KEK' sound in response to his pun.

>The 360 degree swing of the large mace distorted the air, blowing apart the spectre. It having more and more trouble to condense back into itself. 113/210
>Solidifying, the haunting apparition surrounded the Bull once again, where spikes thrust out of its misty mass and stabbed into the Minotaur. A trickle of blood dripping out of his growling mouth. 268/340

>Fallen down to one knee with a hand stabilizing him, the Minotaur held his mace in his other hand and lifted it over his head and with an exerted grunt slammed the ground. debris of mud, snow and roots exploded into the air. The impact displacing said air one more time.
>In retaliation the ghoulish spectre condensed around the Bulls' neck.
[1d6+12 = 14]
>GM.Assault
[1d6+12 = 13]

[1d6+12 = 17]

[1d6+12 = 14]

[1d6+12 = 15]

>vs
[1d6+15 = 18]
>Burning Cold
[1d6+15 = 19]

[1d6+15 = 21]

[1d6+4 = 9]
>Mist Cover

>Seeing the coast was clear to do so, Adon ran for the old Unicorn. Half way there he spotted something jutting out of the snow, not breaking stride he bent down and grabbed it in a close fist. "Hello there human!" Said the pony in a quite joyful tone despite the current situation.
>Looking at what he picked up, the Witcher was a bit confused at what he saw. It was clearly some sort of trinket with a broken string attached to it; from how it felt the thing was made out of hardwood. Interestingly enough it was three carved out Gryphon heads stacked on top of each other. His medallion was vibrating at it too, not that it was needed, he could feel the magic encased inside of it. There was no way it would of been left here randomly, perhaps it was blown off one of the Gryphons.

>"I believe this belongs to you?" Looking away from his hand to the Unicorn, his Witcher' eyes were directed to the ponies back, where waving at him was the Chiqtu. "Thank you for freeing us, but I believe its time to leave as my Summon won't last forever."

>At this the two Gryphons had finished scrambling to their paws and claws and leaped at the old Unicorn, whom sparked his horn alight to blast the two Slavers again.
[1d6+3 = 6]
>E.Movement
[1d6+3 = 9]

[1d6+3 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 10]
>E.Movement
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 5]

>vs
[1d6+3 = 5]
B.Reaction Speed
[1d6+3 = 6]

[1d6+2 = 5]
>E.Telekinesis
[1d6+2 = 3]

[1d6+2 = 8]

>After seeing her fellow Slavers being blown away and the human running to the once-captured Unicorn male, the female and younger Unicorn snarled and sent a new blast of lightning his way.
[1d6+6 = 11]
>E.Bolt (lightning)
[1d6+6 = 10]

[1d6+6 = 7]

Bren's Cabin
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201205
201319
>>201129
"I do not know where Gale is at the moment though I will notify her of your request."
>Ears wiggling merrily at the compliment, Nova Flicker opens her mouth to speak.. but of course her eyes snap shut, collapsing onto her side dead asleep before she can say anything.

>Finding a brand new overstuffed couch replacing Bren's older one in front of the fireplace, a single pillow and blanket tossed in the middle, the ochre mare turns her head back to you, frowning speculatively.
"Don' make me repeat mahself Ind, ain't mad, jes' damn worried. 'sides thet e'erypones been busy since yes'erday night an' half th'humans 'round'ere been gone since dusk."
>Tossing a few chunks of black wood inside the stove, Bren pokes her head inside, bright red flame jolting off her horn, shutting the door and spinning about to sit down, listening intently.
>Once you finish she places a hoof in the middle of her snout, cutting off a grumble and turning it into a frustrated sigh instead.
"Ah'm either drunker'n usual or she saw th'future weeks ago.. Ah swear if'n ya'don't start listenin' ta those thet's got good intentions then yer gonna wind up losin' arms or legs, or yer life an' Ah cain't deal wit'thet, so you better git yer bed rest 'til ya feels decent. And, no Ind, th'second Ah see Twisted she's gonna die. Maybe Ah'll jes' cut 'er 'ead off an' mount it on 'er wall. There ain't no excusin' 'er damn gallivantin' 'bout thinkin' she's high queen of this fucken place. She's gonna be taught respect even if's Ah gotta git mah hooves bloody."
>Glancing back to check if the fire was going, which it was, Bren glances up to the ceiling while rubbing her chin.
"Ya know.. Ah've heard of this 'Ironmane' from Hodch, one'o them Lunar Councilmares, got one'o 'er colts workin' here too. Bad part is she ain't somepony oughta be pokin' round 'ere, Gale hates mercs worse'n Ah hate Belltower's damn puns when she's sauced. Th'fact thet she helped ya without sayin' ya owe her's odd but Ah'm guessin' Tipper or Hodch warned 'er what'd happen if'n she demanded somethin' outta it. Hope them elks git treated right though, Ah'd be real sad if they're crippled."
>Leaning backwards, Bren's ears twitch back and forth several times apiece, hoof lifting with a focused stare to press against her snout, placing it down to raise an interested eyebrow at you.
"Cain't 'xactly say Ah know what'n thet name means 'cause it sounds like somethin' outta Neighreland, but'cha said this castle fell 'part, do ya 'member where's it was? There's a favor Ah've been lookin' to... les' jes' say 'burn' fer a while now, maybe she kin find somethin' more 'bout where thet thang went."
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.201207
201233
MaximumEffort.jpg
>>201202
>Spotting the item in the snow, Adon snatches up the wood carved pendant and into his hand. Was it one of the gryphons'?
>Finder's keepers, then!
>Approaching the unicorn, the Witcher sees the chiqtu on the old unicorn's back. So that's where he went!
"For the time being."
>Adon nods in agreement with the unicorn, beginning to back up with the other captives.
>As the old unicorn kept the minotaur and gryphons at bay, the young mare was standing alone to attack them.
>She charges her horn with lightning, aiming it at his magical comrade.
"Look out!"
>Immediately, Adon changes his hand grip and throws his sword like a spear into the ground in front of himself and the unicorn; between them and the mare.
>And right into the path of the oncoming lightning, as a grounded lighting rod.
[1d6+3 = 8]
<B.Reaction Speed
[1d6+3 = 8]

[1d6+3 = 4]
<Light Stance

[1d6+2 = 8]
<E.Assault: Light Stance
[1d6+2 = 8]

The Pagoda: Luxury & Laziness Abound
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201208
201212 201231
>>201115
>Lifting her right wing to shield her head so only you could see, Shanis scowls before mouthing the words: 'Sweet is missing', turning the motion into plaintively rubbing her covered right ear, covering the last few seconds with a passably disbelieving grin.
"I'll just say that the beaches are lined with Mountain Seals, Polar Seals, Volcano Seals, Swamp Seals, River Seals, Great Seals, Cave Seals, Plains Seals, Jungle Seals, Tallus Basilisks, Tallus Harpies, and those weird Kra'ken things, just to name the ones I remember from history classes. There's even a bunch of Druids and some Ferron I've never seen before that showed up. So, trust me, you really, really don't wanna be there right now. I came here to get away from a quick storm, but then-"
>Pausing to hug Nao, finally calming down from her fit, the marecenary snorts.
"Hollow convinced me to go with him, Roust, and that human Undead to some place in the Northern Empire Wastelands.. which, I'll save that story for later. Anyhow, I went back to the Isle for a bit, and then all those were there. Ain't dealing with that right now."
>Rubbing her flippers together, Nao's smile hitches, turning into a sudden and heavily out of place angry frown for a split-second, recovering her contented look with a plaintive whisker twitch.
"We're better now, that's all that matters. Besides, I was told that ponies have great food, so mom let me leave the Colony to find new stuff to eat. When I found Miss Shanis she gave me a cod, I've never had one before but it was great!"
>Facially struggling to articulate a proper response, Shanis flops her head back down onto the mango pile, snickering dourly.
"You better be joking Jeff, I can't even hoofle three beers let alone half a puff from Tipper's poisonous crap! I'm telling you one day she's going to get so stoned she turns into diamondine, she's that crazy."

>>201199
>Seated as she was, and not showing if she'd heard Discord, or his snickers, Naliyna's left eyebrow arches in a clear 'I win this round, you!' motion, lifting her forelegs into the air a foot as an adhoc shrug.
"It'll take a while to make sure it's not guarded and I don't want somepony getting caught doing anything for us they shouldn't be. I'll try to let you know a night ahead of when we'll try to snatch it."
The L.O.N.T
+Qb9r
?
No.201210
201345
1395723357037.gif
>>201049

Master Aligned Valor: +8 for 3 turns to combat, +1 to movement
Master M.o.S: +2 for 5 turns to combat, adds two extra rolls for combat

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRmwFBK0cyk

>'Its the best they'll get.'

>Blood curdling shrieks and a variety of chilling cracking sounds filled Lonts ears, audio signs of everyone pushing themselves to their limits against unmoving fleshy walls.
"Kill my target, then move onto the next one and quick."

>He was still bleeding but Tacit will live longer now, it was all he could do at the moment without being blind-sided by the one unhindered monster.
>The sight of his bike totally ruined made Lont wince, it can be repaired unlike everyone else here if they're killed, he reminded himself.

>Stabbing through the damn thing felt really good, sadly he did not feel anything akin to a Core or something similar. 'So I have to destroy the whole body huh?'
>Seeing the abominations' mouth go for his hand Lont twisted his upper body and swung his sword in the direction of the mouth while it was still inside its body, hoping to cut most of its mass open and ending with the offending maw neutralized by the same slicing cut.
[1d6+6 = 9]
>Crystalline Shield
[1d6+6 = 8]

[1d6+1 = 4]
>M.Reaction Speed
[1d6+1 = 5]

[1d6+1 = 7]

[1d6+1 = 5]

[1d6+16 = 21]
>M.Riposte
[1d6+16 = 21]

[1d6+16 = 19]

[1d6+16 = 21]

[1d6+16 = 20]

[1d6+16 = 20]

[1d6+3 = 8]
>Flameshock
[1d6+17 = 19]
>CQC

>Quickly slipping one hand off his sword pommel the Operator grabbed the Burst pendent and shoved the actual pendant itself in the monsters body while he held the chain from the outside. 'Fucking risky but have not time to be slow and safe!'
[1d6+20 = 21]
>Firestorm


The Pagoda: Naliyna
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201211
201330
>>201132
>Holding the paper over in front of your mask, the trader's eyes dart back and forth across the Pagoda as she mutters quietly, visibly unconcerned at the price, or more likely having worse issues to deal with tonight.
"I think somepony likes you.. or something, I dunno exactly."
>Reading the precision written bill of sale, each of the weapons that you'd picked out were listed with a scrawled '-10%' next to each, the hoof writing blocky and unfamiliar; at the bottom was a simple line of text: '513,000 Bits worth of gems'.
>Setting the page down in the paid bills pile, Naliyna gets up once more, then does her best not to draw attention while walking towards the translocation stone, tapping once and stepping into a quickly forming dull purple rift.
Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.201212
201231 201500
>>201208
>Squinting lightly at her, to catch onto lip-reading, Jeff's eyes widen ever so slightly at the realization. He resonates an 'Oh' back to her.
>After divulging the rest of Tartarus Isle's recent... events, Jeff leans back and takes it all in tentatively with a nod.
"Wow, that's quite a bit of commotion. I'll keep my ear to the ground for anything you might be 'lookingfor'."
>He just realized something. He had put a tracker gem on Sweet a long time ago, when they took her back into Stalliongrad. Jeff looks down at his tacpad, and opens up the window for active gems to see if the one he had labeled on Sweet was still active and tracking her. A low chance, though. It probably fell off her when all her armor was removed.
>While he does that quick, Jeff's eyes widen and mouth waters slightly as Nao talks about food.
"Mmmm. Cod's great beer-battered and fried with some tartar sauce. Now I'm hungry for fish and chips."
>At Shanis's disbelieved face, Jeff snorts and looks over at the napping Tipper.
"Heh. Yeah, she probably will."

>>201199
>So this pegasus is still interested even after all his mentioning.
"Impressive. I like your spirit! Uhhh, what's your name? Anyway I'm not sure what's in there, but there's only one way to find out! I have an idea to counter any spirits, specters, etcetera. I'll be back with my gear in ten-fifteen minutes or so. If you need anything, get it now and meet me back here."
>Jeff preps to leave the pagoda, not before giving Shanis and Nao a proper 'bye' before exiting and heading to his house.

>Now outside, Jeff opens a private radio channel.
*"Hi Mercy, it's Jeff. I'm doing a salvage in a crypt in the Moors. Would you be free to help me... fend off anything undead or spectral? Can't think of anyone else more qualified."*
>Finally making his way to the Batcave, Jeff enters and heads into the kitchen where he dumped all his stuff before. While he waits for a response from the bleach white pegasus, he begins putting his armor back on and checks over the gear he wants to bring.
Captain Raidor
GM Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.201213
201722 202012
>>201161
>>201108
>Captain Raidor lightly chuckles at the recruit's stumblings.
"It is alright. Enjoy your time in the spa."
>As she takes off to where they just came from, Raidor sighs contently at Ivan.
"Ah. There's something to be desired from bright-eyed recruits. Come Ivan, back our task at hand."
>He takes the lead on Ivan, and heads toward the translocation stone.
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.201231
201500
>>201212
"Sunshine, but I just go by Sunny."
>The human seemed surprised at her willingness.
>He must not get many goal oriented people around here very often. That'd explain the to-do list.
>That or most ponies weren't eager to disturb the buried dead, and the other humans were busy with other things too often to perform tasks such as this.
"I'll be here, sir."
>She already had everything she needed, it was a question of offloading things
>Blanket.
>Construct relic.
>Contracts. Which she might as well post herself instead of making Naliyna do it, she had her hooves full enough as it was.

>>201208
>Speaking of...
>Naliyna had a smug look on her face, time to change that.
"Okay. Also I think I'll just go post these contracts now since you don't need me to do anything immediately."
>Stepping back to trot over to the command center, Sunny noticed Doctor Tipper again, and immediately deposited her recently acquired blanket over the elderly mare.
>She had more immediate use for it than Sunny did.
>With that done, the pegasus all but cantered off towards the command center.
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
LZF+A
?
No.201233
201314
>>201207

>From the Minotaur's ground slam erupted debris that was so explosive they acted as shrapnel that blasted holes through the equine headed apparition. 95/210
>In response it wailed something unrecognisable and condensed around the Bulls neck, it visibly tightening against the sudden restraint. 228/340

>With a forced bellow of anger the Slaver throws around his mace frantically around himself, swashing away choking mist.
>It was becoming more and more transparent with each passing moment, the features of its skull face softening into an unreadable blob of fog. That did not stop it from causing patches of biting frost across the Minotaur to form though.
[1d6+12 = 18]
>GM.Assault
[1d6+12 = 13]

[1d6+12 = 15]

[1d6+12 = 14]

[1d6+12 = 17]

>vs
[1d6+15 = 18]
>Burning Cold
[1d6+15 = 19]

[1d6+15 = 21]

[1d6+4 = 5]
>Mist Cover

>Upon hearing Adon talk about it, the little white furball pouted slightly before jumping off the back of the unicorn. Landing in the snow with a soft thud it began crawling around the area where the prisoners used to be. "It sure has a personality for such a small animal." Mused the old pony as he glanced between the Witcher and the Slavers.
>Over a dozen yards away the group of runaways could be seen, as their distance grew more and more trees obscured their fleeing bodies. "They know where they're going human, don't worry about them."

>Horn lowered the moustached pony released another wave of telekinesis, however he was too slow, and was bashed to the ground with the combined weight of two leaping armoured Gryphons. 99/120

>He did however get his spell off, even if his face was half buried by snow he blasted the catbirds. "Ya bastard!" "Imma cut yer horn off and shove it up ya ar-" Both Gryphons landed harshly right next to the frantic Minotaur and disappearing spectre, the frigid cold of its presence still potent enough to cause the Slavers to buckle and stumble.

>Unable to defend himself, the Witcher stepped forward and saved the old Unicorn by throwing his sword in the ground near the extinguished fire. The arching lightning bolt blasted against the steel blade, and apart from the metal being heated the electricity harmlessly returned to the earth. "YOU FUCKING BITCHMARE OF A HUMAN!"
>Screaming at Adon the young Unicorn ignited her horn and blasted a ball of fire at the white haired human.
[1d6+6 = 7]
>E.Bolt (fire)
[1d6+6 = 11]

[1d6+6 = 7]

>On the snow covered ground the older Unicorn mumbled something and his horn lit with magic, him saying something about a change of tactics or sweet apples or something.
[1d6+3 = 6]
B.Reaction Speed
[1d6+3 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 6]
>E.Confusion
[1d6+2 = 5]

[1d6+2 = 5]

>Hoisting themselves up, the Gryphon Slavers squawked bloody murder at the Unicorn, both stomping towards him with beaks snapping and wing spikes pointed at the ready.
[1d6-3 = 0]
>E.Movement
[1d6-3 = 1]

[diceroll]{1d6-3}||[ 1d6-3 = -2 ][/diceroll]
[1d6-2 = 2]
>E.Movement
[1d6-2 = 3]

[1d6-2 = 4]

[1d6+8 = 10]
>B.Assault
[1d6+8 = 10]

[1d6+9 = 10]
>H.E
[1d6+8 = 14]
>B.Assault
[1d6+8 = 11]

[1d6+9 = 13]
>H.E


Bubba the Second
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.201310
201515
>>201166
>Watching the first round come to an end, Bubba let out a bit of an impressed hum.
>"I'll definitely need to read more into how these ponies fight."
>Of course, it looked to him like Rest was not going to win this.
>Though, he shrugged and nodded as he collected the silver bit from the bookie.
"Early generation batponies?" He asked in mild interest.
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.201314
201353
>>201233
>Adon looks on at the captive putting some good distance from the commotion. Must be nice.
"It was his idea to help you all. I'm more concerned about us, at this point. I'm stalemated with the miss, over there."
>Speaking of, the mare was beyond pissed his lightning rod of a sword actually worked and grounded her attack.
>He looks over to the chitqu, and whistles to catch its attention.
"Think you can distract her, for a bit?"
>As he gets the small bit of help in, the unicorn charges her horn up with red fire, and sends it his way this time.
"Shit!"
>He gets his footing in the snow and dodges the flames and over toward the unicorn.
[1d6+4 = 6]
<B.Evasion
[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 6]
<Light Stance
>Just in time to see both gryphons readying to attack the old geezer.
"We need to hold them long enough to make a getaway. Also I'm down a sword."
>Adon draws his silver one, switching his guard between the approaching gryphons and the distanced unicorn mare, hoping he won't have to heavily blunt the monster-specific blade.
>At this point, he's too close to his ally to use Yrden else the old unicorn's magic would be affected by it. The gryphons and unicorn mare are too far away for Igni or Aard to be effective, and pushing at either one could leave his with little options to mount a counter and potentially protect his ally.
>He readies himself to cast Quen, and stays on guard to protect their flank.
Recovery Begins, Now!
Indurian
!!buRZoyxezk
aR8XB
?
No.201319
201516
shesgonnabetaughtrespect.jpg
>>201205
>beginning to feel the cozy warmth of the blankets and the fire
>the sensation begins to make his eyelids heavy
"Mmmm... well, go easy on her, dear..."
>before he succumbs to sleep, he wakes slightly to ponder her question
"Hmmm... From what I remember, the land was a part of something called... oh, what in the blazes was it, again... Ah! That's right! The land and the fortress both once were a part of some organization called the, 'United Regions Alliance.'"
>he pauses to think more
"And... to the best of my memory, I recall the area being rather cold, and barren."
>With this, he lets out a big yawn
"But, my body grows tired, and I am ready to begin my recovery... post... haas..."
>whatever he was saying, slipped away from him, along with his mind, off into dreamland
>K.O. !!
Stalliongrad: The Uncivil War, Start of Act 2
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201324
201329
>>201172
>Sensing a vague impression from the Support Strikers, one of the youngest acknowledges your request with mental static.

>Bare feet crunching into glassy, hot stone underneath and reaching a stride that nearly every unicorn in Equestria would be fanatically jealous of, picking through the bizarre red-white-orange-yellow colorations narrows into the image of a heavily armored Tribune focused directly upon you.
>Bringing two brutally large, triple-bladed hoofclaws up, the mare rears back on hind legs partially, stabbing both sets directly at the twinblade defensively.
[1d6+16 = 18]
<M.Parry
[1d6+16 = 22]

[1d6+16 = 18]

[1d6+16 = 19]

[1d6+16 = 19]
<Crushing Force
[1d6+4 = 10]
<Stoneshatter
[1d6+3 = 7]
<M.Reaction Speed
[1d6+3 = 4]

[1d6+3 = 7]

[1d6+3 = 5]

>Cut from the Second Dynasty's thoughts, the Knight-General's response are two blurry images, the first of eight medium sized translocation discs, only a few civil earth ponies remaining and rushing into into the open portals in double lines, then a single much larger matrice at the far north end of the Main Square covered in steam.

[1d6 = 1]
<Tactician Elwood
>vs:
[1d6 = 1]
<Aura, Phantasm Knight

[1d6+5 = 10]
<Primus Wandering Steps
[1d6+3 = 4]
<Tarusian Crest Regiment
>vs:
[1d6+3 = 5]
<Centurion Cliff Flank
[1d6+2 = 5]
<Centurion Cadre

[1d6+8 = 9]
<Knight-General Broken Hoof
[1d6+6 = 10]
<Knight-General's Cadre
[1d6+3 = 6]
<Traitor Watch Guard
>vs:
[1d6+5 = 11]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard Command
[1d6+5 = 10]
<Western Loyalist Command

[1d6+7 = 12]
<Lieutenant
[1d6+5 = 10]
<Lancers: Close Range Tactics
[1d6+4 = 7]
<Eastern Traitor Watch Guard
>vs:
[1d6+3 = 8]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard Command
[1d6+6 = 9]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard

[1d6+4 = 6]
<Roust: B.Shapeshifting
[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+9 = 15]
<Vanguard Close Combat Tactics
[1d6+7 = 12]
Scouts: Charge
[1d6+3 = 6]
<Shieldmares: Charge
>vs:
[1d6+7 = 8]
<Centurion Cliff Flank
[1d6+6 = 10]
<Centurion Squad: Charge
Dante 'Doc Feelgood'
!!pppQ1.997.
UkdGP
?
No.201329
201519
A N G E R Y S K E L E.png
>>201324
>Good, something to keep my mind off of impending death for a while.
>Which, ironically, is potentially death itself.
>Funny how these things work.
>With a manic grimace, I break the twinblades apart,attempting to catch the Tribune off guard by rushing in suddenly, intent on driving her off her hooves and on her back.
>And hopefully ending with the swords in her neck as well.
[1d6+20 = 23]
<M. Assault
[1d6+20 = 22]

[1d6+20 = 26]

[1d6+20 = 23]

[1d6+21 = 26]
<Close Range
[1d6+7 = 12]
<Cretalva Poison
[1d6+3 = 5]
<M. Reaction Speed
[1d6+3 = 7]

[1d6+3 = 6]

[1d6+3 = 6]

>...
>Yeah I pretty much figured that.
>The question is, when can we leave?
(First time you get the opportunity to either break away for the stones or break through to the far matrice, you let me know.)
>And that's all I can spare, as the enemy in front of me needs my attention to make sure I don't get my innies turned into outies.
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.201330
201521
>>201211
>Pareidolia glances up briefly at the note.

[A ten percent discount on each item? Why? She seemed displeased at the information shared, not enthused.]

>He rubs his chin before returning to his work, keeping an eye on Naliyna as she departs.

[Will need to acquire that 5mm pistol when it arrives...]
Lost in the Crag Moors: Stuck (In The Middle Of) You
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201333
201366
>>201198
>Sliding back onto the left screen, cartoon Wild stares down at you, the left fist shaking at you while giving double doses of clinical anger and scientific scorn before disappearing off the opposite edge.
"I'm looking out for your health Natilda! It could take years for negative side-effects to begin showing symptoms, neither of us knows what latent side-effects can occur! What if you start growing equine ears or hooves or become a vegetarian and only be able to eat hay?! Do you have any idea how difficult surviving on such a diet would be or the difficulties of being provided medical assistance due to erratic mutations?! At the very least think of keeping your potential foals genetically intact and not hindering your mates!"
>The speaker beeps once at the new information, a small diagram of the vessel's outlines forming on the right screen, though one of Wild's tendrils ceases moving on screen, then continues searching through the wreckage.
"Suggestion noted. I should be able to use bronze for additional ammunition if I can scavenge combustible materials.. new Secondary Objective added: researching utility ammunition variants. Retrieval priorities updated, resuming scavenging protocols."
>The cabin's air temperature finally drops under 90 degrees, the fan clicking down several notches while a bewildering array items are dragged up through the sand, the Eldritch Android's hands and metallic tendrils moving carefully so as not to cloud the water:
>Two slightly rusted steel spear heads, hull armor slats, small iron beams, one crushed bright white pony styled helmet, dozens of coins, a dully glowing silverish bar, one bent blueish-purple harpoon, one bright green sphere, a short chunk of pink rod, numerous large gem stones including one that appeared to be black, two thin sheets of orange plating, and last a mangled set of dull red chest armor that only a minotaur could have worn.
"Alert: exterior hull repairs slowed, I'm unable to remove damaged armor plates underwater. Five material identifications complete: blacksteel, mythril, kanpri, greensteel, neodymium. Searching databases for relevant data.. error, databases incomplete. Natilda, are the names of these materials familiar?"
[1d6 = 2]
<Right: Scavenge
[1d6 = 6]
<Left: Scavenge
[1d6 = 6]
<Retrieval #1
[1d6 = 2]
<Retrieval #2
[1d6 = 3]
<Retrieval #3
[1d6 = 3]
<Retrieval #4
[1d6 = 1]
<Retrieval #5
[1d6 = 2]
<Retrieval #6
[1d6 = 5]
<Arcanum Sensors Array
[1d6+4 = 6]
<Grade 1 Auto-Repair
The Crystal City-State: The Prey Become Predators
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201345
201355
>>201210
>Bolstered by another voice, this one younger and less forgiving, the impromptu singing session is driven into a somber, darker tone.
[1d6+3 = 4]
<Refocused Chorus of Command: ???

>Either quickly becoming Planar flakes or making some headway, a sickening crunch of bone is heard, quickly followed by a nauseous taste of burning Ethereal energies and frantic scraping.
[1d6+14 = 16]
<M.Ethereal Lance
[1d6+14 = 18]

[1d6+14 = 20]

[1d6+14 = 17]

[1d6+15 = 18]
<Resist Damage
[1d6+4 = 6]
<Ethereal Scourge
>vs:
[1d6+13 = 17]
<????? #1
[1d6+13 = 15]

[1d6+13 = 18]

[1d6+13 = 15]

[1d6+9 = 11]
<????? #1: Regeneration
[1d6+9 = 10]

[1d6+9 = 11]

[1d6+9 = 13]

>Dimly heard from the south, several abnormal shatters occur in strange trajectories, the Crystal filly meanwhile raggedly gasping for air.
[1d6+2 = 5]
<E.Crystal Runes: Refresh
[1d6+2 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 3]

>vs:
[1d6+1 = 6]
<????? #2: Regeneration
[1d6+1 = 4]

[1d6+1 = 5]

[1d6+1 = 3]

>Whether able to function through stamina that would make any minotaur concerned or incapable of tiring, the wrestler's hooves can be heard thundering west along with scraping of bone on crystal.
[1d6+13 = 17]
<M.Storm Tactics: Rush & Crush
[1d6+13 = 16]

[1d6+13 = 18]

[1d6+13 = 14]

[1d6+13 = 17]
<Charge
[1d6+8 = 11]
<Resist Damage
[1d6+8 = 14]

[1d6+8 = 10]

[1d6+8 = 9]

[1d6+6 = 12]
<M.Sprint
[1d6+6 = 9]

[1d6+6 = 12]

>vs:
[1d6+11 = 13]
<????? #3
[1d6+11 = 13]

[1d6+11 = 17]

[1d6+11 = 15]

[1d6+6 = 9]
<????? #3: Regeneration
[1d6+6 = 9]

[1d6+6 = 10]

[1d6+6 = 11]

>Barely before the pony-creature could bite down onto pale pink shield covering your hand, twisting the Mural Blade horizontally, the now white hot edges rip sideways through the pony-creature's unnaturally hard barrel and neck bones, finally slamming to a ringing halt in your hands, the flesh golem's lower jaw shattering from the rear and buckling outwards at disturbing angles.
>Unable to snap at the bright red gem, the creature's entire head vanishes in an abrupt fiery tornado, the intense heat shattering through the shield and scorching most of your armor's tassels off, the heat barely noticeable even though the pendant appeared perfectly fine.
>The flesh golem collapses back down under the Outrider, an acrid stench of scorched paint, burnt leather, and gasoline immediately filtering in through your helmet, though the twisted creature's body remains still a number of the bone-tipped barb appendages once again begin inchworming their way towards the corpse.
[1d6 = 5]
<????? #4: Regeneration
[1d6 = 2]

[1d6 = 1]

[1d6 = 3]

Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.201349
201523
>>200727
>Clem, noticing the new activity abound on the mothership, keeps his eyes on it
>He takes note of the two spheres
>New models among the fleet
>And it looks like the mothership is on standby and primed
>Like waiting for something
>Clem continues to watch the feed, seeing if there is anything new
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.201352
201530
>>200739
>This is sounding more and more deviant
>Living statues in lewd positions?
>Like a sex doll, only with more work
"I can't tell you how wrong this all sounds."
>Hmm
"Very wrong."
>Zhun looks ahead at the door where Pearl Lake went through then back at Amerose
"If you're right, then how does she get the bodies? Or convince them?"
>Zhun looks again
"Maybe that spy is what was doing?"
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
H7NfR
?
No.201353
201645
>>201314

>Roaring his bloody roar with gruff low voice intensifying, the Minotaur once more made the ghostly visage into an unremarkable cloud of mist. 53/210
>The bulls' frantic movements shook off the patches of ice, but not before burning deep under his fur. 188/340

>Sluggishly, the Slaver tossed around his weapon about with tired arcs, steaming body and breath adding to the misty surroundings. In response the encompassing fog caused more sheets of ice to form around the Bull, albeit slower.
[1d6+12 = 17]
>GM.Assault
[1d6+12 = 17]

[1d6+12 = 16]

[1d6+12 = 15]

[1d6+12 = 17]

>vs
[1d6+15 = 20]
>Burning Cold
[1d6+15 = 16]

[1d6+15 = 16]

[1d6+4 = 7]
>Mist Cover

>Looking up from its scrounging the furball gave Adon a 'really?' stare, before squeaking and jumping for cover.
>Seeing the shot coming helped, however it was faster than the Witcher anticipated. Thankfully it didn't impact him and rather exploded off in the distance, the snow covering the ground vaporized. Apart from an uncomfortable hotness on his face the Witcher was unharmed. Also the snow that had stuck to his hair was gone too, he no longer having "white" hair.

>Still grumbling about something from his spot in the snow, the old pony raised his head high with horn alight with multiple colours melting into each other as a swirling cone. "cover your eyes."
>Doing so Adon felt his medallion shake violently and a displacement of wind 'WOOSHED' from the Unicorn.

>Opening his eyes again Adon found nothing had happened. That is until he looked at the Slavers.
>The female Unicorn, after missing the human had her horn lit up again for another fire ball, now though she was stumbling backwards, planting hooves into the dirt to stabilize herself only for a knee to buckle and send her off to wobble around some more. "Wha- where is grrr- ond..."
>Same with the Gryphons, the murderous intent in them stomping towards the old pony was replaced with confusion, both bumping into each other and wings flopping out of sync. "Ya tripping me up ya git-" "-stahp pushin' me off dis cliff arsehole!"

>"A nifty bit of confusion will give us that getaway. Grab your sword and little friend, we're leaving." Standing up and shaking the dirt and snow off his coat, the old Unicorn closed his eyes and furrowed his brow in concentration.
[1d6+2 = 6]
>M.Teleportation
[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 7]


The L.O.N.T
H7NfR
?
No.201355
201707
#purgedfaggot.gif
>>201345

Master Aligned Valor: +8 for 2 turns to combat, +1 to movement
Master M.o.S: +2 for 4 turns to combat, adds two extra rolls for combat

>Lont ignored all the noises, the singing that turned to a darker tone and the constant sound of ponies breaking themselves apart. Though the crunch that came from the Ethereals direction did make him think Belregard was winning.
"Good."

>Exhaling, he replaced the spent pendant. It worked and that is all that mattered, like his bike his clothing can be repaired too.
>Speaking of his motorbike, he stared down at the quivering creature that hid under the carcass of his Outrider, the combined stench of the scene making him wrinkle his face in disgust.

>He grabbed the handle of his bike and pulled it off the pony thing, he did not want to swing a fire covered sword when there was a gasoline leak coming from his vehicle that lay on top of his prey.

>With a grunt he stabbed his weapon down into the mass of mutated flesh and broken bone, twisting the blade around as the flames licked out.
[1d6+16 = 21]
>M.Assault
[1d6+16 = 22]

[1d6+16 = 19]

[1d6+16 = 18]

[1d6+16 = 18]

[1d6+16 = 20]

[1d6+3 = 5]
>Flameshock
[1d6+17 = 19]
>CQC


Natilda
!5KkYrBuec2
UhWTN
?
No.201366
201713
>>201333
>I just dryly look at the mini-Wild.
"That's for future me to worry about. Current me is more worried about getting us back to the Fortress alive."
>Furrowing my brow, I search my limited knowledge of metals unique to Tallus.
>Unfortunately I don't recall anything except mythril, and that was from books back home.
"I only know about the mythril, its supposedly a lightweight metal that's stronger than steel, practically indestructible."
The Pagoda: Luxury & Laziness Abound
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201500
201526 201651
>>201212
>Shanis' expression lightens as she gives a small, curt nod, right ear twitching around in a circle indicating her thanks.
"Might be a few weeks before everything settles so I'm figuring on sharing a tent with one of the Blades here until the Isle calms."
>Bringing up the global map, the marker for Sweet simply read: 'Target out of range'.
>Head tilting downwards, Nao blinks curiously at the unfamiliar terms though rubs her flippers together, tongue sticking out of her lips with a hungry sounding noise.
"I would like to try those later, but I was supposed to do something first and.. I forgot what that was."
>Patting the young Polar Seal with her right wing, Shanis grunts as she sits up, joints crackling from the effort.
"Gotta get up and stretch anyways, can't lie here any longer or every damned batpony here's going to stick mangoes in places I don't want to think about so I might as well do something useful. Catch you later Jeff, I'm gonna show Nao the mess hall."

>It takes a few seconds for the static of an open line to come up, giggling from batfillies in the background apparent as Mercy's rather slurred voice perks up in extensive interest.
*"I have the time to do.. so, will be at the Pagoda.. quickly. Malyne, Patches, you may use.. my room as you wish, but.. avoid the two new pegasi here.. they are not to be trusted.. understand? Good, I will return.. later, be careful please."*

>Finding nothing different except for a black tomahawk, the red and gold drakescale wrapped handle covered in lines of purple and black, a short note from Krinza was placed next to it: 'Request completed; still worries me. Is this weapon alive?'

>>201231
>Given a succinct smile of finality from Naliyna, the fuchsia Crystal mare returns to her stacking duties, calling over her shoulder.
"Thanks ahead of time. I put a bunch of new ones from Shanis up but they've all been taken already, mostly small stuff. Lot of humans around here are starting to get worried so don't expect much available for a while."

>If a reaction was expected from the passed out Doctor, the only ones you receive are a relieved sounding snore and small ear twitches.

>Finding the lone covered structure quite easily next to the all-steel building, the Bulletin Board's request section was quite sparse, a single posting from Shanis for a client to study artifacts, the other wanting a group of humans for a band.
>Placing the first four Hive contracts up, the fifth caught your attention due to the exquisitely expensive gold-trimmed vellum paper, various specks of dried blood covering it, and the oddly scrawled codes underneath.
Cairn Wharf: Brutality Club!
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201515
201725
>>201310
>Regardless of Soft-Kill emitting a long, drawn out moan, the situation turns quite weird as the sound wasn't lewd in the slightest, the mare's eyes tightly shut while her face contorts in visible agony.
>The unnamed batmare is dealt a quick series of blows, the first being Soft-Kill ramming her right knee into her opponent's unprotected barrel, the second and third being her wingclaws taking hold of the mystery mare's own wings, the fourth ending in a sideways jerk, Soft-Kill throwing her weight into the other mare's relaxed bodily state.
>As to be expected, this ends up with Soft-Kill body slamming the unnamed mare into the wharf's decking with a pained squeaky toy noise, though her opponent continues biting into Soft-Kill's still exposed neck.

>Meanwhile, Rest's charge falters after the first step, slamming face first into rough hewn lumber, giving out a tired kek as her eyes shut sleepily.
>Somewhere in the still silent crowd of pegasi and batponies, a single annoyed neigh is heard.
[1d6 = 4]
<Soft-Kill
[1d6 = 5]
<?????
[1d6 = 5]
<Rest: ...Resting

"They're from the first to tenth generation batponies, the 'originals' back when Tallus was still wild and not even remotely nice. What I've heard is Princess Cadence was the one that caused batponies to come into existence, something about making a species that Luna would like, half-bat and half-pony, which led to, well, us."
>Bushy painted eyebrows furrowing, the batbookie's left wing reaches up to scratch the back of her neck, an honest look of seriousness given at the displays of ferocity and incompetence in plain sight.
"Most of the older bats have either heard rumors or read old some of the Cult's books on it. It's kinda hard to explain without talking to somepony in the Cult... which I'm regretting right now. Half what that mare said is weird, the other half I can't even try to understand."
Bren's Cabin
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201516
>>201319
>Head turning left several degrees, Bren lifts her shoulders in mock submission, though the malice in her grin states the opposite.
"Sure, sure, Ah'll go... 'easy', but jes' this once, an' only if she asks me real nice like."
>Creating visual mental notes, phrases in Common Equestrian, backwards of course, form in the air before disappearing, the ochre unicorn's eyebrows raise briefly, then lower in a hard set grimace.
"Well well well, ain't thet grand.."
>Lifting a foreleg, warm imprints of hooves settles on your cheeks before the sweet release of not-death embrace your consciousness.
"'ave a g'night Ind."

[1d6 = 2]
<Bren
[1d6 = 2]
<Split Nail
[1d6 = 2]
<Unicorn Twin #1
[1d6 = 2]
<Unicorn Twin #2
[1d6 = 4]
<Work Crew
[1d6 = 5]
<Favor

Stalliongrad: The Uncivil War, Act 2
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201519
201614
>>201329
>Any thoughts of preventing impending doom were immediately halted by the Tribune's defensive stance clashing your aggression to a screeching halt, the mare's archaic hoofblades sending streams of sparks off the twinblade into the air, reducing your nearly recovered vision once more into smears of solar colorations.
>Dante: Blinded!

>Countering most of the initial blow, the Tribune allows herself to be shoved backwards, the force not enough to throw her, instead dropping onto a front hoof, three clicks of hardened steel being the only indication of the landing while an unasked for voice, mature, confident, and worst of all experienced speaks through a calm, aggravating mental tone that threatened to become real.
(You really aren't the one that fat teated alicorn promised, you don't even have a mare to call your own! You humans could do far better than these spitefully naive fillies, just tell them all to leave peacefully and I'll show you the superior qualities of a good, truly submissive mare-)
[1d6+3 = 6]
<Taunt
>Severing the one-sided mental link, sharp whistles slice through the air separating you and the Tribune, accompanied by a relieved snort, neither contemptful nor hostile.
[1d6+18 = 24]
<M.Assault
[1d6+18 = 23]

[1d6+18 = 22]

[1d6+18 = 20]

[1d6+18 = 19]
<Flurry
[1d6+4 = 7]
<Stoneshatter
[1d6+3 = 6]
<M.Reaction Speed
[1d6+3 = 9]

[1d6+3 = 4]

[1d6+3 = 9]

[1d6+5 = 8]
<Primus Wander Steps
[1d6+2 = 6]
<Tarusian Crest Regiment
>vs:
[1d6+2 = 6]
<?????
[1d6+2 = 8]
<?????

[1d6+7 = 12]
<Knight-General Broken Hoof
[1d6+4 = 5]
<Knight-General's Cadre
[1d6+2 = 7]
<Western Traitor Watch Guard
>vs:
[1d6+2 = 8]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard Command
[1d6+3 = 5]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard

[1d6+6 = 7]
<Lieutenant
[1d6+4 = 7]
<Lancers: Close Range Tactics
[1d6+3 = 5]
<Eastern Traitor Watch Guard
>vs:
[1d6+1 = 5]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard Command
[1d6+4 = 5]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard

[1d6+4 = 7]
<Roust: B.Shapeshifting
[1d6+4 = 7]

[1d6+8 = 14]
<Vanguard Close Combat Tactics, Impeded
[1d6+3 = 6]
<Scouts: Close Combat Tactics
[1d6+5 = 9]
<Shieldmares: Close Combat Tactics
>vs:
[1d6+7 = 11]
<Centurion Cliff Flank
[1d6+5 = 7]
<Centurion Squad: Charge

>Receiving little from the rest of the Second Dynasty save for threadbare impressions of acknowledgement filtering into your thoughts, the same vanish quicker than they occurred.

[1d6 = 5]
<Event

The Pagoda: Naliyna
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201521
201646
>>201330
>Continuing on with sorting throughout the relatively unclear stack of bills, and finding a large number that had no connection to Razorback and were merely being kept to compare current year prices, you come across another odd page, this one marked by Spiral's hoofwriting:
>A bill of sale was listed for 280,000 Bits immediately payable upon delivery of the signed bill itself to an obviously private translocation coordinate in Canterlot, further addressed to one 'princess Yearning Touch via dam princess Golden Beet Jam', the lack of capitalization indicating that the royal title was a literal descendant of Princess Celestia herself.
>The bill continues on with a large number of book names and library identification numbers, the titles all on historical references, early volumes, and questionable works focused on the Solar faction.
>At the bottom was Marquis du Spiral's heavily stylized hoofwritten signature, while underneath was a half page of human notebook paper, Spiral explaining to his 'later selves' that this bill was a copy and not the original intended to be delivered since the original was in the possession, of all beings that could have or should have been chosen, Inquisitor Aguina Velasi, also known as: Flash.
>Underneath this was a low band radio frequency: 9.63, followed by smug wording from Spiral detailing that he didn't expect others to suspect a platonically kind relationship with Flash, let alone even consider anypony, or anyone for that matter, dealing with the convincingly hostile woman-turned-mare fairly.
>Either Naliyna had simply skimmed through everything she'd collected so far, or there were a few shenanigans going on that were, previously, unknown to Razorback.

>Dimly aware of a dull red and pink gateway opening on the translocation stone, Naliyna dragging a number of long, bright white Empire crates out using her teeth and old fashioned earth pony-like application of brute strength, each of which were similar to the ones in Astra's armory, each likewise bearing Princess Cadence's Cutie Mark.
>Releasing a sigh of relief as the Vortex tunnel closes, the scar-laden mare lifts a front hoof to rub her chin, head cocking as she stares down the sixteen storage containers, muttering to herself quietly.
"Not sure whether to be impressed, tired, done with tonight, or all three.. ..whatever's in these had better be important because my legs are sore."
Razorback Library
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201523
201656
>>201349
>Reaching the extent of its capabilities, the M-S.O.L.G.'s aperture lens ceases trying to zoom in further as the new focus was too grainy to identify much.
>Watching through semi-drunken yet focused eyes while the satellite returns to the previous setting, the Construct mothership remains still while small pixels moving in front of the silver vessel lodged inside it were the only real indications of activity.
>Without any alert, the M-S.O.L.G.'s threat designator becomes active once more as the two far smaller spheres begin moving northwards, a notation popping up that they were above Crystal Empire territory, though the one fading from view behind the mothership launches a single silver dot from its underside.
>Configuring a primary tracking mode, the satellite's telemetry begins calculating a descent vector beginning somewhere in Equestria, refining to the Moors, the image overlaying onto a relatively recent map of Tallus' currently night side, then finally solidifying into several lines of text indicating a plus or minus two percent chance of landing somewhere near the southern Crag Moors with an estimated time of arrival to be half an hour, mostly due to H20 slowing down its entry.

>Unlike the first, the second Construct sphere seemed to be entering an orbiting position, that is until the object lodged into the mothership is briefly obscured by several pixels of white.
>Three seconds pass as the lens refocuses once more, the slim silver vessel torn free of the Construct mothership and beginning its own rapid descent, a new trajectory calculated for it on a far southern course: close to Basin Village in the Moors.
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.201526
201835
>>201500
>Sunny quirked her ear, considering the list of names for assassination again.
>Quickly penning her own note with a wing tip, the mare detailed the Halberdier's offer.
>'An off-the-books offer has also been made to acquire the highly demanded services of a "certain shadowy and nameless pony" for both Razorback and Tartarus Isle should at least one of these targets be eliminated by the end of the week, no further details on who this trainer is and what they teach.'
>There was also the slight chance some of the cores bought by some of these names may yet remain intact, though the chances were slim, Sunny penned down a second note to recover any intact cores as a secondary objective.
>'Also more or less a reminder to keep an eye out for any intact Changeling Cores in the possession of the targets, it's unlikely any still survive, but just in case.'
>Though she personally considered that a primary objective with the actual assassination itself a secondary one.
>It put her mind at ease anyway to have another reason for doing this, and if she actually found and recovered any intact cores, all the better.
>She took a mental note of the first name on the list before leaving straight for the pony barracks.
>Sunny did not want to be lugging a construct artifact around on a salvage operation, she'd likely be carrying enough as it was.
The Enclave: Lorekeeper Amerose
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201530
201659
>>201352
>Amerose manages to make a barely heard noise of acknowledgement, front hooves lifted and placed gingerly on her eyes whiel the mare's voice turns small, near-hysterical tremors of sanity rapidly being depleted coming through her voice.
"I have never heard let alone thought of anything even remotely this disturbing. Not even Luna's necromarecy experiments or the Hegemony requiring widowed minotaurs to die on hopeless missions compares to this.."
>Hearing nothing from the prison's entrance save for a muted, dim hum of illusionary fields performing their functions, Amerose was barely on the winning side of resisting the urge to pass out from shock, the Lorekeeper's eyes shut tightly as she inhales slowly.
"I can often sense when a pony's intentions are honorable or when they lie. I do not believe, nor do I have any suspicions, that the Duchess is forcing ponies into such a state of existence. Despite many advances in magic and alchemy there are still many ponies that die each year from wild magic, poorly understood diseases that resist treatment even from unicorn doctors, curses, or simply cannot be saved from mortal wounds inflicted to them. As strange as this may seem based on your relative lack of knowledge about Tallus, this will no doubt sound beyond twisted to you but.. perhaps she is granting the single best favor that a pony could ask for at the end of their life, even though it is so.. horrifyingly depraved."
>Setting her hooves down and staring hollowly at the quickly cooling tea cup, the robed Lorekeeper's expression lightens.
>Just a bit.
"Given the nature of her name's meaning and the unutterable information we have discussed, I do recall that the particular Enclave where the report was written was inhabited mostly by Lunar military forces and nobility of Canterlot. Logically speaking I can only assume that the Honor Guard knows of the Duchess' activities, which does align with a spy being present for some time in her mansion. However-"
>Cutting herself off with a now exhausted, bleak stare at the table, Amerose exhales slowly.
"This is far too much. I really, really need to go lie down.. perhaps for the rest of the night."
Dante 'Doc Feelgood'
!!pppQ1.997.
UkdGP
?
No.201614
201618
>>201519
>Oh shit.
>OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT
>I'M NOT A MARTIAL ARTS MASTER I CAN'T SEE FUCK ALL
>Okay, we can do this.
>Just...try to focus on the sound, close your eyes and focus...
[1d6+4 = 10]
<E.Perception
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 10]

>Great, so now not only am I blinded, I'm facing an experienced opponent.
>Also without my armor.
>Fantastic.
>...
>You know, she really could have tried harder with that insult.
>Though the first bit kinda stings a bit to be honest.
>But hey, maybe I'm the one they asked for but the one they needed
>At least, that's what I'm gonna stick to.
>Hearing -something- whistle towards me, I brace myself for pain as I shotgun the potion on my twinblade's handle before I go to block her blows, well knowing it would be difficult to out-match her in reaction.
"Hey hun, hit this for me please!"
[1d6+20 = 21]
<M. Assault
[1d6+20 = 23]

[1d6+20 = 23]

[1d6+20 = 24]

[1d6+21 = 22]
<Close Range
[1d6+7 = 13]
<Cretalva Poison
[1d2 = 2]
<Shatter
[1d6+8 = 14]
<M. Block
[1d6+8 = 9]

[1d6+8 = 13]

[1d6+8 = 14]

[1d6+8 = 14]
<Shield
[1d3 = 3]
<Paralyze

>...
>Great, it's a regular shitstorm now.
>Well, it's not like it can get much worse than it is now, right?
>Right?
Stalliongrad: A Relatively Civil Tribune
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201618
201621
>>201614
>Summoning the power of Razorback's thousands of photos spread across the base, featuring wholesome scenes of ponies and humans always in need of more friends, the exterior world wrenches somehow.
>Between the physical desensitization of your entire body were resonations, the one that you knew most of being sonic waves, much like that of the twinblade clashing against well prepared hoofclaws; the second of these being the maddeningly difficult to understand forces of arcane energies, pencil-thick outlines of multihued green energies boiling off the Tribune, before you, at the moment visible to an almost-real Mind's Eye.

>Tasting well aged apple cider before the annoying and unstoppable headshake of high proof alcohol can set in, the Tribune automatically retorts bitingly, her physical voice the same as the mental one:
"How about you monsters stop killing my sisters first?!"
[1d6+3 = 6]
<Taunt
>Hoofblades clanging back into the twinblade once more, the mare's unarmored form becomes clear for perhaps one twentieth of a second, an annoyed glower seen through the helmet before a pop of air resounds, splatters of many blood-like droplets coating your upper body.
>Accepting the strained order to reach a suitable defensive position, the shield's sudden and unexpected arrival heralds unmistakable sounds of heavy armor crashing backwards onto stone, the Tribune's angrily howling in your skull while something.. crackles?
(I'M GOING TO STOMP ON YOUR BALLS IF YOU DON'T SURRENDER RIGHT NOW!)
[1d6+15 = 16]
<GM.Psion: ?????
[1d6+15 = 17]

[1d6+15 = 18]

[1d6+15 = 17]

[1d6+15 = 16]

[1d6 = 3]
<Elite: Enrage

[1d6 = 3]
<Primus Wandering Steps: Shake It Off!
[1d6 = 2]
<Tarusian Crest Regiment: Shake It Off!

[1d6 = 2]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard: Surrender

[1d6 = 3]
<Lieutenant: Surrender

[1d6 = 5]
<Eastern Loyalist Watch Guard: Surrender

[1d6+9 = 10]
<Roust: Vanguard Tactics
[1d6+2 = 7]
<Scouts: Close Combat Tactics
[1d6+5 = 11]
<Shieldmares: Close Combat Tactics
>vs:
[1d6+7 = 10]
<Centurion Cliff Flank
[1d6+9 = 14]
<Centurion Squad: Close Combat Tactics

>Elsewhere, Tactician Elwood's remaining eye stares numbly into Aura's.
>Recognizing each other's thoughts as, potentially one, that is if the circumstances weren't so awkward, they reach shattered forelegs out to greet another.
(Truce?)
"For now, yeah. By the way, your mane looks awful."
(Only real mares can appreciate these curls you snobby traditionalist!)
"..I hate you so much."
Dante 'Doc Feelgood'
!!pppQ1.997.
UkdGP
?
No.201621
201843
OH SHI-.gif
>>201618
>What...is this?
>I kind of like it, but I'd like to understand it more.
>Hidden potential?
>Residue from being part of the psionic link earlier?
>Iunno, but it is pretty neat.
>Let's try to keep doing that, shall we?
[1d6+4 = 6]
<E. Perception
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 7]

>Hey, that wasn't so bad!
>I think I'd take another one of those, surprisingly enough.
>And hey, that's not fair.
"Well how about you just let us out of the city, huh? Woulda caused a whole hell of a lot of less ponies dying, don't you think?"
>Shit, it's not like they weren't killing each other long before I was here.
>As I hear her connect with my shield I smirk to myself.
"Hah! Thanks a bunch!"
>Wait, surrender?
>Surely the battle hasn't gone that far south...?
"That's just uncool, what would you think if I said I'd kick your teats around like a pair of hoofballs? And you might want to think about surrendering yourself, you're kind of on your ass right now!"
>I attempt to pin her down with my twinblades, aiming to bracket her neck with the twin seperated blades.
>While keeping my shield up to potentially block anything else coming my way.
[1d6+20 = 21]
<M. Assault
[1d6+20 = 22]

[1d6+20 = 24]

[1d6+20 = 25]

[1d6+21 = 23]
<Close Range
[1d6+7 = 8]
<Cretalva Poison
[1d6+8 = 13]
<M. Block
[1d6+8 = 14]

[1d6+8 = 11]

[1d6+8 = 14]

[1d6+8 = 9]
<Shield
>Okay, having a psionic uplink would be REALLY fuckin' neat right now!
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.201645
201885
>>201353
>As the Witcher stakes his silver sword into the snow to clamp down on both ears, he felt an unnatural wind rush past him from the unicorn.
>Definitely some sort of spell. And its effects were interesting.
>Looking around at their foes, he can see that the unicorn and gryphons had begun wobbling around as if all sense of balance was taken away form them.
>The wind that the unicorn sent out must somehow aggravate the bones in the ear, hence why he was told to cover his.
>At any rate he, the unicorn, and chitqu took the opportunity to make an escape.
>Adon nods and looks over at his small companion trudging in the snow as he heads over quick to grab his steel sword.
"Come on lets get out of here."
>Sheathing his silver sword, but keeping his steel out, the witcher heads back closer to the old unicorn as he sees his horn light up once more.
>Oh wait, that's right, they're leaving. Which only means teleportation, or a portal.
>He's an huge fan of neither.
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.201646
201852
>>201521
>Pareidolia furrows his brow, rubbing the front of his mask as he reads the bill.

[A princess Yearning Touch and dam princess Golden Beet Jam collecting large numbers of Solar focused books? Since when did Celestia have direct descendants by those names? Amassing esoteric knowledge for an unknown purpose.]

>As he reaches the bottom of the note, he pauses and then slowly folds the note to put it in his vest.

[Extremely sensitive information. Requires a more secure form of protection. How much does Razorback's staff at large know?

>He watches as Naliyna drags the crates.

[Possibility of Naliyna overlooking this information is high. How many more secrets did Spiral leave behind? Should have intervened to prevent the helicopter from trans-locating... ]

"Did you need help with those?"


Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.201651
201835
>>201500
>As Jeff looks over the gear he had left, before, and first and foremost has to put his armor and gauntlets back on.
>While doing so, he notices someone left him a gift on his kitchen table.
>Did he leave the door unlocked?
>No need to complain, as it was his request he'd left for Krinza. He must've finished it while he slept.
>Picking up the newly forged axe, Jeff looks over it carefully. Krinza had cut the bottom part of the claw part out entirely, and replaced it with wood. The work on the grips looked stlyish and practical with the scaling, but the entire weapon... was constantly shifting with Void-like tendrils. No wonder the blacksmith thought it was alive, its profile shifted constantly! He runs a finger carefully across the head's blade to see the snap-wire faintly appear, as if eager to tear through his own flesh.
'If anything it's pretty fearsome-looking.'
>If he ever gets a hold of Risk again, he hopes the blade won't get jealous.
>Deciding to take it with him, he sticks it directly to his back as he grabs his pack, helmet, and mask separately along with the spellslinger and honeybadger- while hoisting out one empty XL duffel bag for any salvage. The Intervention seemed a bit unnecessary for a recovery mission, and decides to leave it behind.
>Exiting his house, Jeff walks over to the side where he'd previously parked the Polaris and fastened his loose equipment onto. Once everything's
loaded up tight, he begins silently rolling over to the Pagoda.
>Which it only a short ride, and he drives through the pagoda's doors and parks it several feet from the translocation stone.
"And I'm back."
>Jeff lets his hands off the controls and side-straddles the ATV while he waits for Sunny and Mercy to show up.
>But the groups seems a little short. He needs at least one more for a good-sized team.
>Accessing current job logs, Jeff scrolls through any particularly lacking personnel that can use some field time. He smirks unsurely at the bottom of the productivity list, as one wasn't even human.
>But that wild-card, man... he can't seem to help himself as he speaks out to think air with a commanding tone.
"Demi-sentient, please summon me Boris the Belligerent to the Pagoda."
Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.201656
201881
>>201523
>Clem's eyes fixate on the mothership until the threat indicators beg him to search for the two spheres
>He watches them, seeing for hostilities
>Instead he watches them as they maneuver into their descents
>He however watches as that silver vessel that was attacked? dislodges itself
>More importantly, two new pieces of info is shown
>The sphere landing in the Crag Moors and the silver vessel landing near Basin Village
>Clem watches for a few more minutes, specifically looking at the silver vessel before switching off
>He then ponders his next move
>Looking over his notes and books, he begins to tidy them
>Something akin to fidgeting
>He then packs up his notes and places the books on the shelf where they belonged
>Time for a trip
>He looks around for something akin to a fold out map of the Moors
>He then heads out of the library and go for the translocation stone
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.201659
201888
>>201530
>Zhun listens intently
>It all sounds wrong
>But Amerose's explanation sets Zhun more creeped out than concerned
>"Like living taxidermy. Eugh."
"I guess it's for the best then. Like you said, don't know much about this world. Not yet anyway."
>Zhun relaxes a bit and takes another sip
>At least he wants to finish this tea
>Zhun mentally sighs however
>"This pony has a thing for cliffhangers...ok that's insensitive."
"You want me to leave you to it then? I know how...shocking this all is and you seemed drained from it all."
The Crystal City-State: The Prey Become Predators
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201707
201729
>>201355
>Performing in a semblance of normalcy, the Wardens break off their tune to laugh while the two odd ones out take up their own song.
[1d6+3 = 8]
<Duet: Swordstorm

>The continual sounds of shredding from the Champion's location change tune, dooming portents of a moment's silence ending with the Ethereal Golem releasing an enraged roar accompanied by a single powerful blow.
[1d6+14 = 19]
<M.Ethereal Assault
[1d6+14 = 16]

[1d6+14 = 15]

[1d6+14 = 15]

[1d6+4 = 7]
<Ethereal Scourge
>vs:
[1d6+8 = 9]
<????? #1: Regeneration
[1d6+8 = 13]

[1d6+8 = 12]

[1d6+8 = 12]

[1d6+2 = 4]
<E.Crystal Runes: Refresh
[1d6+2 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 8]

>vs:
[1d6+1 = 7]
<????? #2: Regeneration
[1d6+1 = 2]

[1d6+1 = 6]

[1d6+1 = 3]

[1d6+13 = 17]
<M.Storm Tactics: Blizzard Blitz
[1d6+13 = 18]

[1d6+13 = 15]

[1d6+13 = 18]

[1d6+13 = 16]
<Flurry
[1d6+8 = 11]
<Resist Damage
[1d6+8 = 14]

[1d6+8 = 10]

[1d6+8 = 10]

>vs:
[1d6+9 = 10]
<????? #3
[1d6+9 = 12]

[1d6+9 = 13]

[1d6+9 = 14]

[1d6+4 = 9]
<????? #3: Regeneration
[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6+4 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 7]

>Heaving the heavy Outrider off the flesh golem, the vast majority of its ruined body looked as if it should have ceased functioning after the improvised wreck, yet was still moving all the same.
>Carving into the flesh golem's ruined neck and barrel in a back and forth motion, the seared patches of flesh and skeleton were the only areas that you could see weren't regenerating even though the head and upper neck were gone, the creature still attempting to pull itself together even if it couldn't fight back.
[1d6 = 5]
<????? #4: Regeneration
[1d6 = 3]

[1d6 = 3]

[1d6 = 4]

Lost in the Crag Moors: Stuck (In The Middle Of) You
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201713
201728
>>201366
>Dragging itself back onto the left screen, the Wild caricature foams at its.. eye lens briefly, the right first shaking angrily before disappearing in a loud pop.
"Then I'll worry because you won't, MOM!"
>The odd disconnect between Wild's interior and exterior communications seemed, at least to you, as if this represented only her internal thoughts.

>Pulling another heap of damaged equipment, unfamiliar pieces of wreckage, and miscellaneous odd items from the sand, Wild's normally calm electronic voice pings through the speaker above, your cabin rocking side to side as the previous materials dredged up were stowed.
"Records located and verified: mythril is a high value rare metal used for a variety of armor applications. If I'm able to repair the remainder of my equipment I should be able to utilize some for added protection, but it is not indestructible though it does have a high.. wear.. resistance?"
>Ceasing her excavation, the Android's left hand lifts up from the sand, gently raising the sand covered, mythril armored skeleton of a pegasus into view, voice turning somber.
"Natilda, I have located.. approximately one hundred and fifty deceased within the wreckage. Please advise me of the proper protocols to take."

>The counter on the right screen currently read '9:00 remaining', Wild's left hand remaining where it was while the right and six repair-equipped mechanical tendrils continue their retrieval operations, albeit much more carefully now.
[1d6 = 6]
<Right: Scavenge
[1d6 = 4]
<Retrieval #1
[1d6 = 2]
<Retrieval #2
[1d6 = 6]
<Retrieval #3
[1d6 = 6]
<Retrieval #4
[1d6 = 3]
<Retrieval #5
[1d6 = 1]
<Retrieval #6
[1d6 = 5]
<Arcanum Sensors Array
Ivan the STALKER
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.201722
202012 202123
>>201213
>>201161
>Giving her a thumbs up as she scurried off, Ivan looked to Raidor as they resumed walking.
"Back home they were looked on with pity, from where I was."
>Shrugging, he shifted the satchels a little.
"What's a seal?"
Bubba the Second
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.201725
202015
>>201515
>Bubba stifles a snort at the suddenness of the annoyed neigh, before going back to focusing on the bookie.
>"So I can blame the pink one for these... things. Good to know."
"Which Cult are you talking about?"
>"Knowing these fucking horses there's a lot of cults running around."

Natilda
!5KkYrBuec2
UhWTN
?
No.201728
202026
>>201713
>I just stick my tongue out at her sassing.
"Watch your tone or I may have to spank you."
>I ignore the logistics of possibly having to spank a giant eldritch thing that used to be a car, to focus on her digging.
>Somberly scanning the long dead pegasus, I finally speak.
"Disregard the collection of mythril. We'll find some elsewhere."
>Swallowing thickly, I shift in my seat.
"Do your best to leave the bodies undisturbed. This wreck is their grave and I don't know if we're going to cause something to happen by disturbing them further by stripping their armor off carelessly."
The L.O.N.T
QNGbS
?
No.201729
202028
1415150352945.gif
>>201707

Master Aligned Valor: +8 for 3 turns to combat, +1 to movement
Master M.o.S: +2 for 3 turns to combat, adds two extra rolls for combat

>'Something is happening out there and I don't know how to feel about it.'

>He was spending too much damn time with this damage sponge of an enemy, it constantly regenerating was really getting on his nerves.
"just die you stubborn fuck."

>Lont had a lot on his plate, so much so he could not waste his time on this bloody creature. With a grunt he extinguished the fire lapping along his sword and sheathed it. He had a cunning plan.
>Walking away he grabbed his Outrider by the handles and rolled it over next to tacit. He was still bleeding.
"Time for a check, but first, a suppository for my other patient."
[1d6 = 6]
>U.Punmancy

>With an H.E canister in his hand, he judged the distance and weight of the bomb. Grunting he threw the explosive at the Pony Things still reconstructing body, wanting it to land on its stupid existence.
>Then again what he was doing also quite stupid too.
>Right as it landed he knelt down, pulling the busted Motorbike over him at an angle, his armoured body and the slanted Outrider protecting Tacit. And himself of course, that was the important part.
[1d6+6 = 10]
>Crystalline Shield
[1d6+6 = 10]

[1d6+12 = 17]
>M.Assault (throwing)
[1d6+12 = 13]

[1d6+12 = 14]

[1d6+12 = 13]

[1d6+12 = 18]

[1d6+12 = 13]

>When the explosion subsided Lont shouldered the bike off him then went to work patching Tacit up again, he'll worry about himself when the pony was no longer functioning as a blood fountain.
[1d6+2 = 3]
>M.Medical
[1d6+2 = 3]

[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 7]
>EMS Bag
[1d6+4 = 6]

>Looking around as he worked he wanted to see how everything was going, though he knew the situation was not going great.
[1d6 = 6]
>E.Perception
[1d6+3 = 6]
>Thermal
[1d6 = 6]

[1d6+1 = 5]
>H.E

>Pulling out his Gunblade again Lont fired a Void round at the abomination the wrestling mare was having trouble with, his next target.
[1d6+2 = 8]
>B.Small Arms
[1d6+2 = 4]


Preparations: A Mystery of the Moors
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201835
201850 201853
>>201526
>Due to your mercenary experience, and having some contact with Shanis whenever she wasn't beating her face into palm trees or Sweet's diamondine hard ass out of stress, the Canterlotlian train manager's name written down.. very well could match the Halberdier's ruthless criteria for one involved in that trade.

>Returning to the recently built pony barracks, a transparent light gray pegasus in standard Arcane Blade armor was leaning against the wall on the south side of the western entrance, one foreleg casually pawing at the dirt, a dark, thin cigar twisting about between her lips.
>The mare, one you'd seen numerous times employed as an unfailingly loyal Mareguard of Shanis, offering the briefest of knowing smiles as ghostly jade green eyes flicker, murmuring quietly to you.
"Dancing left a while ago, she's off searching for somepony, quote, 'more important than my life'. Told us to let you know she'll probably be gone a few nights and that you better sign the paper she left on your bed, otherwise..."
>Taking a short inhale off the acrid, wholly unnatural smelling cigar, the pegasi lifts her shoulders, ears flicking in visible concerned for you.
"She's sworn an oath even I find suicidal. Standard earth pony stuff, not my business. Just sign and leave it in the den under the couch cushions somewhere, we'll deliver it later."
>Nodding politely to you, Ghost Jade steps off her rest, half-trotting north and fading from sight into a puff of mist.

>>201651
>Noting a lack of Shanis and Nao on the west side of the pagoda, a very visible fuchsia hoof wave from Naliyna in front of her tent-stall catches your attention, followed by the older Crystal mare making a half-grumble through her otherwise occupied task of sorting luxurious carpets and blankets.
"If you're going somewhere don't forget to take one of those disc things.. I need to tell Krinza to make some more before he gets too busy or Lann 'occupies' him later."
>Noting the unusual poninality of one Gale Ironmane was now sitting next to Tipper, left front hoof lightly placed on the elderly mare's neck making gentle rubbing circles, three giant, utterly filled purple satchels were set in front of the couch.
>Head lifting, the middle aged Lunar Councilmistress' eyebrows raise at you, offering a polite, though troubled, smile before returning to her careful mareistrations.

>Silence passes in the pagoda for nearly a quarter minute until a small blip of static deposits the brown-streaked white golem on the center of the translocation stone.
>Rocky head lifting, Boris' blue eyes still lack emotion as his stone legs clink together, right arm lifting in a stiffly honorable salute, the left carrying an unusually small tool bag.
"Sir, I have been upgraded significantly since our last meeting and am fully prepared to depart upon your orders."
>It seemed Denra had performed a great deal of work since you'd last seen the Belligerent.
Stalliongrad: One Act of Blood...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201843
201844 202004
>>201621
>Failing to hold onto the iota sized speck of exterior senses, the knocked down Tribune can be heard moving, heavy foreleg plates scraping against each other while snarling mentally.
(That dumb alicorn bitch should've known better than to expect you to do this right!)
>Unable to confirm what the Tribune was doing, an unexpectedly forceful punch in the shape and feel of a giant minotaur's fist rams the shield into the separated blades in your hands, the powerful throwing you backwards onto hard stone.
>Dante: 17/20HP, Stunned for 1 turn!

>The mare wrenches herself upright, metal-on-metal scraping of armor and hoofclaws digging into stone slowly, although you could feel the puff of air from her hoof pointing somewhere else entirely, the mare's voice cranking up well over 11 pitches while she screams.
"AND WHAT WOULD YOU SAY IF I TOLD YOU EVERY SINGLE FUCKING UNDEAD UNDER THIS CITY IS WAKING UP BECAUSE YOUR IDIOT FILLIES SPILLED BLOOD ABOVE UNHOLY GROUND?! EITHER YOU SURRENDER NOW OR YOU BETTER START PRAYING TO THAT SILVER TRAITOR ALICORN JUST TO ESCAPE THIS PLACE BEFORE I GET UP!"
[1d6+3 = 4]
<B.Negotiation
[1d6+3 = 5]

>Meanwhile, the Lieutenant's surviving cadre stare awkwardly into the equally confused eyes of still standing Loyalist Watch Guard.
"So… uh. Yeah."
"We surrendered first."
"No, we surrendered first!"
"Are you blind!? That was us!"
"YOU'RE blind, we gave up before you morons did!"
"Yeah, well.. we want to leave right now!"
"WE want to leave before you do! Now accept OUR surrender!"
>As the argument spreads throughout the entire line, the Lieutenant, half-buried and unable to move under a pile of suddenly shouting Loyalists, allows herself the luxury of a single agonized sigh.
(Mom was right, I should've been a farmer instead..)

>To the west, Broken Hoof accepts the remaining Loyalist Watch Guard surrendering to her, delivering an order to those earth ponies able to stand in claiming their wounded and giving them safe passage to allied towns or cities.
>Glancing down to her slightly bent lance, the Knight-General's head snaps up, frowning as her hoofboots shake from blows deep underneath stone.
(That is.. unusual. Give me a report, are there any Councilierge strong enough to do this outside of Aura, Tacit, or Moren`Ise?)

>Around you, the various earth pony mercenaries had since come to a halt before ramming into the central Watch Guard lines, dozens of hardened voices asking questions back and forth above the howling, unnatural blizzard consuming Stalliongrad.
"Any of you hear that?"
"Hear it, no, I felt it. You?"
"Kind of hard to tell outside the blizzard."
"Does anypony else taste blood?"
"No."
"Nope."
"Yes, why?"
"No, I mean, do you TASTE blood?"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"I do, it tastes unnatural, just like.."
"NO NO NO NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN-"
"FORM RANKS, DOUBLE LINE GUARD ADVANCE!"
"SOMEPONY TELL THAT VANGUARD TO STOP FUCKING AROUND!"
[1d6+14 = 20]
<Central Loyalist Watch Guard & Stalliongrad Mercenaries: Double Line Charge

>Amidst the strange silence, that is outside of the Western Watch and the Lieutenant's Formation distantly shouting at each other, brutal cracking is heard from the south, unmistakable noises of Changeling carapace deflecting weaponry amidst peculiar popping noises.
[1d6+9 = 14]
<Roust: Vanguard Tactics
[1d6+1 = 2]
<Scouts: Close Combat Tactics
[1d6+5 = 10]
<Shieldmares: Close Combat Tactics
>vs:
[1d6+9 = 10]
<Centurion Cliff Flank
[1d6+12 = 16]
<Centurion Squad: Close Combat Tactics

[1d6+8 = 12]
<Primus Wandering Steps: Charge
[1d6+8 = 14]
<Tarusian Crests: Charge

>Ordering the colossal stone Golem to halt from it's advance, Denra and his cadre of mixed earth pony psions pause, all performing the same exact head tilt as Stalliongrad's entire main Square rumbles once, twice, then a much quicker third time.
>Thanking Celestia aloud that he hadn't lost his testicles, the ex-diplomat turns around to shrug, only to stop at a giant chunk of stone knocked into the air well behind the cadre, his face contorting in bleak terror as an unliving host of black armored earth pony skeletons, among much worse, tear themselves free from through the ground.
>Shouting for the cadre to prepare for the incoming waves, the unicorn's attention focuses solely onto turning the golem around for a
"FORM CANTABRIAN CIRCLE UNDER THE GOLEM, DON'T LET THEM GET IN CLOSE AND FOR CELESTIA'S SAKE PURGE THE FUCKING VAMPIRES FIRST!"
[1d6+2 = 3]
<Denra: Command
[1d6+11 = 17]
<Cadre: Cantabrian Circle
[1d6+30 = 36]
<Stalliongrad's Defiance
[1d6+30 = 36]

[1d6+30 = 32]

[1d6+30 = 32]

>vs:
[1d6+9 = 15]
<First Undead Swarm
[1d6+13[ <Second Undead Swarm
[1d6+17 = 22]
<Third Undead Swarm
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201844
>>201843
[1d6+13 = 19]
<Second Undead Swarm
Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.201850
201853 202031
>>201835
>Panning over the current occupants, Jeff notices Naliyna waving him over while she sorts out some very nice quality blankets and rugs.
>He dismounts the Polaris to get a closer look, but to also pick up the aforementioned portable translocation disc stashed on her table's corner.
"Good idea, Nal, thanks. Now that he got all the kinks worked out of them- well, aside from the single-use. At least they don't violently explode, anymore."
>Walking the disc back over to the parked atv, Jeff opens up the rear compartment and places it next to the tool box.
>As he closes up the hatch, he notices Ironmane over at a still-sleeping Tipper. Apparently giving her a neck massage.
>She seemed deep in thought, so he decides to not bother her with anything more than a curt nod and a soft 'Councilmare' in return.
>If she's here, the Citadel must have begun settling down.

>Before Jeff considers just looking for the small golem, the translocation stone lights up and deposits Boris in front of him.
>He's definitely more golem-ish than before, literally being a potato and some cutlery.
>Jeff returns the small sentient's salute with his own, then settles down to go along.
"At ease, Boris. Denra certainly gave you one heck of a makeover. And you even came prepared with some gear. We're just waiting on the others to arrive."
The Pagoda: Naliyna
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201852
201862
>>201646
>Naliyna puts her hoof down, briskly swiveling to face you with an apologetic shrug.
"I can hoofle these, just haven't exercised tonight so I'm kinda stiff-"
>Turning to watch Gale Ironmane quite literally waltz into the Pagoda from the north, a trio of overstuffed purple colored Empire satchels float after her without any visible rope or cable.
>Ending the impromptu dance session to an approving series of hoof stomps from Naliyna, the Lunar Councilmare performs a bashful bow, wings splayed while smiling at the trader.
"Sorry, was overcome by the urge and couldn't control it."
"I know that feeling, but you were great! The Second Solo, Act Three, right?"
"Thanks, and yes, took about ten years to master that one. Again, sorry, pay no mind to me."
>Glancing directly at you, the Lunar Councilmare's nose briefly scrunches in something akin to a humored greeting, Gale then strolling to Tipper's couch and clambering up onto it, the satchels arranging themselves into a neat row.
>Flicking out the pink tanto wingblade, Gale places her left hoof in the middle of Tipper's uncovered neck, beginning to rub in wide, gentle circles while murmuring under her breath in somber tones.

>Lightly nudging one of the crates with a hoof, Naliyna looks over her shoulder to you, her nose wiggling in subdued curiosity.
"Gonna go put this stuff up wherever it needs to go, might take me an hour or two, and, uh, I don't have a file cabinet yet. There should be one delivered here from the Enclave soon, but if it doesn't have a float core make sure to send it back. I know Amerose had at least ten of them laying around the place, so don't accept any excuses from her."
>Rolling her eyes with a tiny head shake, the scarred Crystal mare backs up, biting onto the rope hoofle of the far left container, then begins dragging it north out of the Pagoda.
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.201853
202031 202130
>>201835
>Pausing to listen to Ghost Jade, Sunny first went stock still, then red in the cheeks, then opened and closed her mouth a few times, too shocked for words.
"Sign the...? What? What, like a contract?"
>But the mare was already off and gone. She stood there a moment staring after her until it really sunk in.
"Oh no..."
>Moving at a pace somewhere between a trot and a canter, Sunny entered her room and went searching for the paper, casually depositing the construct artifact on top of the crate.
>She wasn't worried about Dancing Eyes having looked in it, Earth Pony honor would demand she not. Then again, Dancing Eyes was not a normal Earth Pony.
>She would have to explain it to her anyway, sooner or later.
>Looking over at the bed, Sunny eyed the not-entirely-innocent slip of paper occupying her bed.
>She had an inkling of what it pertained to, though she couldn't be sure.
"Fuck me..."
>Reaching out for it, the mare read.
>And her eye went wide.
>It was so much worse.
"...Shit!"
>This could be a problem.
>The mare yelled, half in embarrassment, half in exasperation and half in equine disbelief.
>She could just refuse to sign it.
>Nope, she could imagine it now. Dancing Eyes would wear her down with that Earth Pony persistence, there might as well be no contract at all.
>Muttering to herself, Sunny dragged herself and the paper over to the desk and signed it with her full name.
>She tried to convince herself she didn't have a choice in this. It was a poor attempt, however.
"Two years. Two years I avoid putting my name on any official documentation not related to work and this is what breaks my streak?"
>She glared at the paper.
>It glared back.
>Was she angry? Yes.
>Was she happy? Also yes, but this wasn't how things were meant to go.
"What are you doing, Sunny... Are you going native on me?"
>The pegasus left the self posed question hanging, she had no answer, not for the empty room and not for herself.
>She folded up the paper and left her room again, folding the paper closed and sliding it under the nearest cushion on her way out of the barracks, picking up to a canter on her way back to the pagoda.

>>201850
>Slowing down to a trot, then a walk, Sunny entered the Pagoda, eyes alighting on...
"What... Is that?"
>Was that a potato?
>Is that cutlery?!
>Good gods, she was hallucinating again.
"Uh... Reporting for duty, sir."
>A distracted wing salute with bewildered glances at the... She recognised a golem when she saw one, but never had she seen a golem like this.
>What kind of mind would come up with this?
>Who would make this a reality?!
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.201862
202032
>>201852
>Pareidolia nods once at Naliyna before noticing Ironmane trotting in with three bags suspended via unknown means.
>Expressionless, he briefly follows her dancing movements before returning to the reams of bills.

[Estimated two hours of time remaining to organize paperwork. Need to determine the nature of favor I owe to Ironmane when possible.]

>He glances up to see her awkward acknowledgement and returns it with a slight raising of his gloved hand.

[And whenever she is done with Tipper.]

>He pauses in his sorting to check over how much progress he has made compared to how much remained while Naliyna speaks.

"Noted."
The Pagoda: Home of Luxury & Laziness
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201881
202473
>>201656
>Checking through the entire Library for any maps, you come across an entire section on the south side dedicated to every conceivable form of topographical and geographical volume imaginable.
>The new and worrying earth pony librarian did, indeed, have a twisted sense of humor.
>After a bit of searching, on the top shelf you find a brand new, eight-folded copy of the overall Moors map, the scent of relatively fresh black ink still apparent.

>Taking a look into the Pagoda, Naliyna's tent-stall along with most of the table in front of it were covered in stacks of ultra high quality blankets and very familiar Saddle Arabian carpets, the trader herself sorting and folding, while Pareidolia was seated on her couch performing that most dreaded of tasks: paperwork.
>In the middle, Jeff had parked his ATV in front of the translocation matrice and was talking to Boris, the little Golem looking better than the last time you saw him, along with a black winter suited, young white pegasus that was taller than, and most importantly not perpetually exhausted looking, the right eye covered by a black eyepatch, the other a curious shade of green.
>On the east side's largest couch was a somewhat somber looking Gale Ironmane, providing gentle left forehoof rubs into Doctor Tipper's neck, asleep and mostly covered by a luxuriously soft looking blanket; the east side's center couch was marked by a stack of mangoes and several blankets in the shape of a pegasus.
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
IGfBi
?
No.201885
202079
1435215150196.jpg
>>201645

>As Adon stood next to the Unicorn he felt the chitqu climbed up his legs and onto his shoulder.
"Say goodbye to this place."

>Before everything turned white he saw the ghostly apparition finally dissipate back into the cold atmosphere, the bloodied Minotaur dropping his mace and collapsing. Around the place the Unicorn and two Gryphons still fell over each other.

>Then with a ring in his ears and after-images flashing in his eyes the Witcher was somewhere else he could not perceive yet another than more trees. A slight vertigo from the teleportation was making his footing unstable.
"Worked better than intended!"

>Looking up at the human, eyes squinted to focus on Adon through the blurry vision the old Unicorn had a small smile on his snout.
"Thank's for that human, you really turned up when it was needed most. What's your name stranger?"

>A small plop fell at Adons feet, the little chitqu furball dropping into the snow, apparently also dizzy and letting out a lot of muffled squeaks.
The Enclave: Lorekeeper Amerose
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.201888
202474
>>201659
>Listlessly rubbing her nose, the Lorekeeper's upper body twitches once, her face expressing a desire to either laugh in hysterical horror or pass out.
"I suggest you learn carefully.. ..or try not to learn at all depending on what you come across."
>Eyes lifting to her tea cup, the dusky silver mare shakes her head with a somewhat calmer mutter, head tilting right for a moment, then left with a frown.
"Yes, please, I will close this.. place down, it is somewhat annoying to do and I am fairly confident doing so would be quite boring for you. Do see see if the Duchess has left, and if not aid her. I am not sure I could face her again without at least four months of counseling."
Dante 'Doc Feelgood'
!!pppQ1.997.
UkdGP
?
No.202004
202042
here we fucking go again.png
>>201843
>Blinking in confusion, I feel my brow raise.
"Alicorn? The fuck are you talking about, ali-HURK'"
>Thrown to the ground, I cough harshly.

>Undead? What does she...
>Oh.
>OH SHIT.
"YES! FINE, WAIT NO YOU SURRENDER TO- OKAY WE'LL HASH OUT WHO SURRENDERS LATER, WE CAN WORRY ABOUT THAT WHEN WE'RE NOT GONNA BE EATEN ALIVE!"
>Jesus Christ, what the hell has gone on without me being able to tell?
>I get up, gut still pounding in agony after getting slammed by..whatever it was.
"Okay I'm gonna need a hand getting around. As fun as it is to be a miniature star I can't see Fuck and All. Someone link me to a mind's eye or something?"
>Or, I can get that weird psion-o vision again?
[1d6+4 = 7]
<E. Perception.
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 8]

"Also silver alicorn? What the fuck do you mean, 'Silver Alicorn'?"

>I hear the mingling voices around me, unable to tell whether or not it's friendly or enemy.
>At least everyone's stopped fighting.
>Seriously, had they just allowed us to leave...
>...
>Wait, what am I thinking, it's not like it'd be that easy, what with the councilierge about.
>...
>Oh.
>Oh no, here they come.
>mfw
>Recalling what little information Esera told me, I try to think about what I could possibly use to fight the undead besides just smacking them really hard.
>And are they charging?
>They're charging.
>I need to go.
[1d6+3 = 9]
<E. Sprint
[1d6+3 = 4]

[1d6+3 = 5]

>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
>I sure hope Denra's golem is gonna be of some use now!
Tartarus Isle: Sand, Sun, Surf... and Seals.
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202012
202123 202179
>>201213
>>201722
>Reaching the Loriat Cave translocation matrice without any further interruptions, a dull sandy portal was still opened, showing the same stone they'd originally left from.
>Walking back through into the hot tropical atmosphere of Tartarus, sun beaming straight down onto the Isle, the covered shack with its small heatstone pool now featuring Stratus Vigil passed out inside with her upper body resting on stone, wings folded over her head and snoring lightly.
>In front of the crow blue batmare were two small white cotton pouches, each with a claw-written note in front: '5,000 Bits', one addressed to Ivan, the other to Captain Raidor.

>Outside the air was filled with excessive amounts of chatter, the majority of it pegasi, a smaller number of earth ponies voices, and... honking.
>LOTS of honking.
>Both Ivan and Raidor look about to identify the last noises, and are dumbfounded at the western and eastern beaches lined with sunbathing or swimming equines accompanied by large masses of long, sleek yet pudgy mammals with black flippers and long whiskers, their colors ranging from white, forest green, bright red, matte black, dull orange, cream yellow, chartreuse, and even a few bright pink.
Cairn Wharf: Brutality Club!
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202015
202017
>>201725
>On one side of the winged equine ring, Soft-Kill and her assailant were locked in a furious, yet comical struggle that seemed to favor the unnamed mare, the first thrashing about and snapping at the other mare with enraged puns, the second maretaining Soft-Kill with superior strength, tactics, and fangs burrowed into her neck.
>On the other side... Rest was lying comfortably on her barrel, rear legs tucked under, snoring rather blissfully given the beating she took.
[1d6 = 4]
<?????
[1d6 = 3]
<Soft-Kill
[1d6 = 1]
Rest: ....still Resting.

>Clicking a large set of fruit-eater wingclaws together, the batbookie's head swivels, giving you an honestly surprised look, the mare's dull red diamond-shape pupils expanding as she thinks.
"Razorback's never heard of them? Huh. Well, they call themselves the Cult of the Dark Horse, it's the only Cult in the Moors and probably the third biggest on Tallus that us bats know of. They're the ones responsible for creating the Destroyer squadrons that Luna.. kinda tolerates."
>Lifting her shoulders briefly, the bookie begins to brush out her mane while keeping her other eye on the two still awake and struggling batponies.
"Destroyers are batponies that're going to die eventually either from disease or injuries. They put on diamond armor, cheap looking black stuff that's real weird with crazy angles, supposedly they deflect energy and spells, and carry tons of manabombs covered in resin with a really big one for suicide tactics. The Cult sends most of them to be.. stored I guess, in stasis around the Moors, probably in all those old Arenas that aren't used anymore. They're usually sent after Constructs, Ethereals, and other nasty things that would be much too costly to deal with normally. Of course-"
>Pausing to squint, the painted batbookie's right set of claws lift, pointing directly to a dirty orange batpony, a mare judging by the rounded snout and softer facial features, sitting on the opposite side of wharf and contentedly watching the combat.
"Right there, that's the Cult's leader, her name's Pepper Spice Mango. Real nice mare.. if you can understand what she's saying."
Bubba the Second
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.202017
202206
>>202015
>It was around this time that Bubba started pondering if he should throw some of his stale crackers at Rest to wake her up.
>It only took him a moment to disregard that idea in favor of watching the other mares try to kill each other.
>... And listen to the bat.
"Well I wouldn't say Razorback hasn't, more along the lines of I haven't personally read up on them."
>Bubba goes to open his mouth, but shuts it when she answers his next question without him asking.
"So the Destroyers are kamikazes."
>"The Japs would love them, then. If they weren't diseased."
>Glancing over, Bubba eyes the orange mare for a moment to remember what she looks like.
"What do you mean by that?"
Lost in the Crag Moors: Stuck (In The Middle Of) You
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202026
202180
>>201728
>Standing up and walking back onto the left screen, the tiny Wild sits down, staring at the video feed without talking, or even making notes.
>If it was possible for an abomination to be sad.. this one definitely was contemplating how best to respond.

>Giant armored fingers clenching carefully around the armored skeleton, the Eldritch Android's voice comes over the speaker above in a pained tone.
"Natilda.. I don't want to disregard or disrespect your wishes, however, I've lost fifty-three percent of my endo-skeletal components and over sixty-percent of my hull. If I can't retrieve materials to repair both right now, what will happen when we inevitably run into opposition?"
>Left hand holding in place silently as the right and the six repair-equipped mechanical tendrils drag a second cluster of weapons, armor, and ancient looking parts from the seabed, your Eldritch daughter sighs, a strange series of electronic noises emitting from the right screen.
"There are no Spectral or Undead emanations present. Addendum: are there no Animus energies detected which would indicate potential hostilities. The equine, minotaur, harpy, and basilisk skeletons are inert. Natilda, you are alive and it is my duty to ensure your safe return to Razorback Fortress. I don't know what the laws of our world are, I've only been alive for less than half a night though I can't simply hope to be aided by unknown forces and expected to make a choice between equipment once possessed by these deceased beings, or ourselves. If I don't salvage what I'm able to right now then.."
>Pausing for a few seconds, the video feed on both screens focuses down onto the wrecked ship's bow while Wild herself shifts, storing the gathered materials once more as the abomination's voice speaks up once more, this time audibly emotional.
"I know that the dead deserve respect, mom, and if needs be I will rebury them in a safe location if the chance occurs, but right now I cannot protect you. Please, tell me what to do."
[1d6 = 5]
<Arcanum Sensors Array
The Crystal City-State: The Prey Become Predators
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202028
202221
>>201729
>Whopping out the line with the full arcane force of a batpony master punmancer, the alicorn-sized flesh golem twitches in visible pain.
>Tossing the grenade underhanded onto the pony-creature's collapsed barrel, the welcoming boom of improved compounds and brief, accompanying firecracker noises cracking the Empire shield, though not destroying it this time, were quite welcoming.

>Digging through the E.M.S. bag and pulling out as many of the more useful items as you could leads to, more or less, slapping four sets of the largest Tipper-made silk bandages across Tacit's wounds, the earth stallion unexpectedly whimpering at the touches while the smaller wounds continued to trickle blood.
>Tacit: 98/400 HP, Unconscious!

>Behind and to the left, Champion Belregard was recovering from a brutal football kick sending the flesh golem annoying him into the air at least 10M.
>Setting himself up for something other than an uppercut, the Ethereal Golem's quartet of eyes dull briefly, inexplicably turning into a directed cone of warped pink energy scorching into the creature.
"LEAVE YOUR CRIPPLED VESSEL FREE FROM TORMENT, GUILT, AND SHAME!"
[1d6+20 = 26]
<Grand Ethereal Purge
>It almost sounded as if the Champion was pleading..

>The eye-searing seafoam green and bright blue Crystal filly was slumped forwards close to the southern alley entrance, left front hoof on her chest, slowly healing herself from wounds her currently frozen opponent had caused and recovering her breath.
>In contrast, the flesh golem was entirely caged in a fluorescent shard of blue-white ice, hide and flesh underneath making strained cracking sounds.
[1d6+2 = 8]
<E.Crystal Runes: Refresh
[1d6+2 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 8]

>vs:
[1d6 = 6]
<?????: Regeneration
[1d6 = 1]

[1d6 = 6]

[1d6 = 2]

>South-west of you, the pro-wrestler had slammed her targeted flesh golem into the crystalline building's side, delivering unnaturally strong flurries of left front and rear hoof blows to the creature, roughly a quarter of her head and neck entirely gone at this point, now little more than fractured Empire crystal in the shape of a mare.
>The Gunblade moves forwards in your hands at the first trigger pull, the second physically trying to drag you towards the flesh golem; the first black streak forms into an obtuse geometric symbol and slams into the flesh golem's fully exposed left side, the second making a purple-blue smear in the thing's right leg, sickly cracks spreading across both locations.
>Head snapping in your direction, the scene is made less gruesome as the unremarkable Crystal mare grins briefly, albeit without having eyes or ears, then throws herself in a backwards bounce away from the pony-create, a quite literal wall of permafrost blades slamming home into her opponent.
>As you watch, the mare turns around and bends down low, her right front hoof reaching forwards in search of.. something?
[1d6+3 = 9]
<E.Perception: Feel
[1d6+3 = 4]

[1d6+3 = 5]

>Rising well above the noise of outsung Wardens, the half-feral Crystal and her much younger opposite snarl in twain, releasing their song into full on shrieks of ill tempered resentment.
[1d6+4 = 9]
<Crystal Duet: Blizzardstorm
Preparations: A Mystery of the Moors
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202031
202130 202134
>>201850
>Eyes rolling in visible hatred, Naliyna huffs loudly, pointing a hoof threateningly at the disc as it's removed.
"They better not explode now or I'm going to lock him and Lann in his room then glue the damned lock shut!"

>The Councilmare's eyes settle on you as she gives a half-hearted smile, head nodding slightly, then returns to rubbing Tipper with an unusually soft, respectful tone.
"Take care, Nightblade."

>Dropping the salute, Boris lifts his commandeered mechanic's bag, peering up at you through focused, much more intelligent eyes.
"That he did, sir. I am now fit for proper duties according to rigorous Golem testing standards and. I will be bringing a lockpick set, two connecting steel rods, one combat knife, one class-T manabomb, one large firecracker, one flame lighter, and two small strips of Taffilon."

>>201853
>Blinking at the profound mistake several times, the image changes from a raw potato into a dirty white, marble bipedal Golem four hooves tall, head turning towards your direction.
>Reality twitches as the Golem turns to fully face you, making a proper right handed salute, then dropping it and speaking in a flat, mildly rocky tone.
"I am a prototype Golem of Razorback created by Master Zoo, given limited sapience by Marquis du Spiral, and heavily improved by Master Denra, Miss. My evolution is incomplete therefore I must experience more of our world before I am able to achieve true sapience. Does this answer your question fully, Miss?"
The Pagoda: Gale Ironmane
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202032
202043 202234
>>201862
>Receiving a tiny nod from Gale, then a noise approximating that of acknowledgement from Naliya, upon checking the relative height of each stack your estimate looked correct.
>Paging down through the bills dated prior to the one addressing Spiral, they had all been thoroughly marked with a 'PAID' stamp on each, and were in fairly complete order barring.

>Watching Naliyna drag the crate out, afterward Jeff's arrival with his near-silent military ATV is followed by the rarely seen, and now improved, Boris the Belligerent appearing on the translocation stone a bit after, a bright white coated pegasus with an eyepatch arriving from the north, and finally Clemency in full equipment from the south.
>Visibly puzzled at the activity, Gale surreptitiously glances between the four, her ears flicking in rising concern, instead lifting confused eyebrows towards you, her voice coming through the Moon Orb in a questioning tone.
(Has something else happened since the Citadel incursion? We were told to remain on watch should the remaining Construct fleet move a hoof's distance, but they've done nothing since then.)
Stalliongrad Act Three: The Blood Drenched Solar-Night
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202042
202161
>>202004
"The only silver alicorn that hides her damned horn and doesn't dare to stop her hormones, that's who!"
>Hearing the Tribune shakily standing up from her position, the youngish mare quickly snaps at you, tone both offended and irate.
"Forget it then, we can all surrender later and only the vampires would dare eat YOU, but they'd have to be insane to risk the consequences!"
>Stepping forwards once, a brief, immaterial poke in the middle of your spine is given, the Tower Guard takes off into a slow run, calling back at you in an exasperated growl.
"In case you couldn't hear it's THAT way, and get your own jackass! At least have the decency to sheathe your dick before asking something so ponial! WATCH FORMATION THREE NOW YOU IDIOTS!"
[1d6+8 = 10]
<Central Loyalist Watch Guard & Mercenaries: Reverse Half-Sphere Formation Charge
[1d6+8 = 12]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard, Broken-Hoof & Cadre: Charge
[1d6+5 = 8]
<Eastern Loyalist Watch Guard, Lieutenant & Cadre
[1d6+3 = 4]
<Tribune: Charge

>Standing up and turning around, although you couldn't see the impact of your own footfalls on relatively smooth, warm stone underneath guiding you to the south, a single tremendous stomp occurs followed by clashes of many somethings against heavy shields, then a lone Changeling mentally howling in scorn.
[1d6+9 = 15]
<Roust: Vanguard Tactics
[1d6+1 = 5]
<Scouts: Support Tactics
[1d6+9 = 10]
<Shieldmares: Defensive Tactics
[1d6+8 = 10]
<Centurion Cliff Flank: Anti-Undead Tactics
[1d6+11 = 17]
<Centurion Squad: Anti-Undead Tactics
>vs:
[1d6+19 = 21]
<Third Undead Swarm
[1d6+24 = 27]
<Fourth Undead Swarm

[1d6+8 = 12]
<Primus Wandering Steps: Charge
[1d6+8 = 10]
<Tarusian Crest Regiment: Charge

>Freezing in absolute terror at the masses of black armored Undead unable to swarm into his cadre's ranks, Denra's courage is dealt a near-fatal blow as he collapses onto warm stone, whispering a prayer to his formerly hated sovereign.
[1d6 = 3]
Denra: Fearless
>Saving their effort and energy into maintaining the offensively-defensive Cantabrian Circle, the moderately psionic irregulars rip apart the first Undead swarming into their colossal numbers of swirling external ranks, rotating in the second line to maintain their superiority, the Golem overhead acting on its own, rearing backwards to deliver two powerful stomps onto the mass of undead below it.
[1d6+12 = 13]
<Cadre: Cantabrian Circle
[1d6+30 = 34]
<Stalliongrad's Defiance
[1d6+30 = 32]

[1d6+30 = 36]

[1d6+30 = 36]

>vs:
[1d6+11 = 13]
<First Undead Swarm
[1d6+15 = 21]
<Second Undead Swarm

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaS3vbfOLJI
>Across the Main Square, hundreds of archaically clothed and quite unnatural earth ponies, pegasi, unicorns, and batponies finish their individual tasks of tunneling upwards, bursting free from stony confinements into an unnaturally bright Stalliongrad.
>Belatedly staring at the scenes unfolding before them, the very recently awakened vampires all stare towards the circle of searing radiance to the north, each coming to the same conclusion as their fellows, even at the same time: "MOON DAMN IT ALL!"
>Turning their attentions south where they wouldn't fear being blinded, long unseen spells and veritably ancient sapient weapons are activated, the mass of vampires hurl obscene oaths of indignation as they plow into the hordes of Undead surrounding the Cantabrian Circle.
[1d6+17 = 18]
<Vampire Batponies
[1d6+14 = 19]
<Vampire Pegasi
[1d6+12 = 16]
<Vampire Unicorns
[1d6+10 = 16]
<Vampire Earth Ponies
>vs:
[1d6+31 = 35]
<Fifth Undead Swarm
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.202043
202200
>>202032
>Pareidolia taps a finger twice on each pile, mentally counting his progress before continuing.
>He glances up at the gathering activity and Ironmane's question.

[Unusual squad deployment. Unknown pegasus. Unlikely to be a Construct response force.]

>Gripping the Moon Orb in one of his pockets he responds:
(Unlikely. Jeff is most likely assembling an unrelated team for a different operation.)
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.202079
202222
>>201885
>Damn, he always hated teleporting. Aside, the unicorn managed to send them somewhere far away and from the bandits.
>Regaining his balance and faculties, Adon looks over at the unicorn who was smiling with gratitude, and sheathes his steel sword.
"You're welcome. It was pure luck we happened to stumble upon you all, out there. I'm Adon. This is... not sure the little guy has one."
>The Witcher motions over at the chiqtu, with unsureness.
"We were out there looking for a unicorn of the Order on one of the mountain peaks. They locked some kind of enchanted armor on the little guy, and he wants it off."
Captain Raidor
GM Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.202123
202179 202203
>>202012
>The moment Raidor steps back onto Tartarus Isle, the warm beach sun hits his face. It felt real good, despite all the commotion going on the shorelines. Stratus Vigil was out cold, but it seemed that she had already set up payment for them.
"It seems like they were expecting us to return. Let's drop off those satchels and collect our earnings, Ivan."
>He walks up to the coin pouch addressed to himself, and picks it up his share with his mouth.

>>201722
>Pouch in mouth, Raidor reaches over to the left and hooks the coin back onto a notch in his armor.
"Seals are water mammals. They have flippers, swim all the time, and come in all sizes and colors. There's... quite a lot here, you can see them pretty easily."
Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.202130
202134 202255
>>202031
>>201853
>At ease with Boris, Jeff takes a mental note of all the items the small golem has brought with him.
>Lockpick, a knife, multiple types of explosives? Well prepared.
"Excellent. Taffilon is great for small controlled explosions. Now for the mission, should you choose to accept it..."
>Slipping in the movie quote, Jeff prepares the golem for his task.
"We are going to the Moors to explore an old crypt, and collect any salvage from it. You'll be in charge of small-space reconnaissance and breaching. Miss Sunny here-"
>Jeff motions over at Sunny, whom he witholds Boris's explanation seeing as the golem does it himself for her..
"As well as Mercy will be accompanying us, for her undead or specter specialties. Who knows what we'll find there. So, are you ready?"
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.202134
202255 202799
>>202031
>Ah, so she was hallucinating, thank goodness. Now was definitely not the time to lose it.
>The mare smiled in amusement at the salute, then briefly wondered if that was what she looked like when she did it.
>Putting the worrying thought of someone mistaking her for a golem do to her excessive formality aside, Sunny returned the salute.
"Absolutely, thank you, Mister."
>She didn't care if anyone found it amusing for her to be polite to a golem, it wasn't like she didn't occasionally talk to the vortex remnant.
>It wasn't much of a conversationalist, though.

>>202130
>Sunny checked through her saddlepack briefly, noting the contents. Rope, lantern gems, more rope, heatstones, adrenaline in liquid form, black fog, estrus flask healing draught, Discord's chaos-in-a-bag™.
>Nothing else of relevance that she wasn't wearing already.
>Kitty catboots, wingblades, sneaking suit, winter suit...
>When had she even put that on...?
>Ready, more or less. Not for spectrals if they showed up, hopefully any hanging around would leave them be. Undead? Maybe.
>She looked up at Jeff after her self inspection.
"Ready, sir."
Dante 'Doc Feelgood'
!!pppQ1.997.
UkdGP
?
No.202161
202247
fun fact- all problems can be traced to vampires.jpg
>>202042
>Sheathe?
>Hell no, man.
"Yeah no I don't have one. Also I'd cook myself if I were covered right now. Decency and death or no decency and living, I think I'll go with the latter."
>Explains a lot, to be honest.

>Continuing to run towards (hopefully) safety, I remember what she just said.
>Vampires?
>Seriously?
>Does every city have some hidden 'don't do this or murder will appear' thing in it?
>And why can't I get Holy Diver out of my head now, this is incredibly inopportune.
>As I continue to run, I attempt to clear my head and see what I can hear, to attempt to see just how bad things are fucked now.
>And possibly have the psion-o vision maybe show up again.
[1d6+3 = 6]
<E. Sprint
[1d6+3 = 5]

[1d6+3 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 9]
<E. Perception
[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 10]

>...that reminds me-
"Hey, so where exactly are we headed? I'd not normally ask this but, y'know, blind and in a -what I think is- a charging formation surrounded by undead."
>Smart-ass response in 3...2...
Ivan the STALKER
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.202179
202203 202317
>>202123
>>202012
>Grimacing a little, Ivan took a moment to readjust himself to the sudden heat from the transition onto the Isle.
>Shrugging at Raidor, Ivan hefted up his pay and stowed it into one of the pockets on his suit.
"Yes... They are rather... odd looking. What's their purpose?"
Natilda
!KjHVy9KYr2
UhWTN
?
No.202180
202269
>>202026
"If we really had the choice to..."
>Sighing softly, I look at the screen with the tiny Wild on it, making up my mind after a moment.
"Преуспевать. As carefully as time will allow you to."
>I give her a firm nod, adjusting myself in the seat.
The Pagoda: Gale IRonmane
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202200
>>202043
>Checking the workload once more, some of Naliyna's ponial documents had been mixed in, mostly purchases of travel or camping supplies from the Empire, rare foods from Tartarus Isle, and numerous bills for exotic alchemical reagents from the Dragonspine Mountains Mining Company.
>None of the statements were, so far as you could tell, coming out of Razorback's funds, and would be safe to set aside.

>The bright red Councilmare's chest heaves in a sigh, cracking a small, relieved smile and flicking the outermost feather towards you in a surreptitious motion.
(Good.. I guess? Any case, I have some probably decent news for you: Barlen desperately wants to apologize for the little scuffle in the Citadel Atrium. According to his claim, fully verified by some of the surviving ponies, Oranti and Ridgeback forced him into performing a, quote, 'test of might to see whether or not a human could overcome a Ram's tendencies toward cowardice', end quote. I spent a while screaming at them in the Council Chambers, doors wide open of course, nothing like that should ever happen again. Unfortunately, Barlen himself will be recovering for a week or two, that little exertion before the Constructs cost him the use of a leg and half his face.. and I rather like him being alive and well.)
>Jaw muscles hardening, Gale's right wing lifts, several purple tanto wingblades poking into the back of her neck with less than reasonable force.
(As Luna is still quite angry it's not likely either of us will be hearing why, exactly, she decided to drag you along, so there might be more screaming in the future for my dear Night Princess. However, Ridgeback did say your performance was rather impressive given the circumstances, but he will be under Doctor Heartbreak's.. 'merciful' care, that is whenever she decides to return. I can assure you that she won't like his excuses on what happened.)
>Ears pinned back in annoyance, Gale's eyes narrow with the trace of a cold smile on her lips.
(In this instance I am directly apologizing for Oranti's likewise unusual behavior. And better yet, if that birdbrained idiot ever wakes up from having most of her chest caved in by an orange something or other then I'll make sure to choke her to death very, very slowly for such a disgraceful incident. Well, after she explains that decision since I can't agree to 'testing' anypony without warned weeks in advance first. I might be a terrible mare, but at the very least I give fair terms. I do hope this eases your mind, but if not then I will do my best to reduce future concerns. It's rather hard to argue against my decisions when there's only a few Lunar Council members still able to speak.)
Tartarus Isle: Sand, Sun, Surf... and Seals.
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202203
202317 202387
>>202123
>>202179
>Unmoving in the, presumably, welcoming cold water, a fact that was quite odd for a batpony, Stratus skips a snore, inhaling as a loud keekeekee.
>Neither was the lazy batpony able to answer Ivan's question, nor were the strangely pudgy, long pastel mammals floundering about on the sand or diving through the water a coherent explanation either.

>Luckily, a peculiarly sparkling pair of diamond lemon eyes stare up from the sand behind the covered hut, a rather young batfilly, both the coat and mane composed of starbust white and blue splotches, lifts her head up to blink at Ivan and Raidor, calling out in a squeaky tone.
"They're like rolly pegasuses 'cause they eat fish and nap everywhere!"
>The filly's head disappears below the stone pad, accompanied by snickers and the telltale sounds of sand being dug into.
Cairn Wharf: Brutality Club!
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202206
202389
>>202017
>Letting go of Soft-Kill's neck, the mystery batpony opts to simply headbutt the struggling mare, which ends up with Soft-Kill being dazed from the blow.
>In the meantime, Rest snores once, the air catching in her throat, and jolts awake with a loud neigh.
>Looking immensely ashamed briefly, the bright red feral batmare lowers her head, then leaps into the air, wings splayed and diving at the other two with her front hooves.
[1d6 = 3]
<?????
[1d6 = 2]
<Soft-Kill
[1d6-1 = 2]
<Rest

>Losing her impressed expression at the comical ineptness of her ancient predecessors, the bookie bat produces a small silver Bit from her right wingclaws, rolling it about aimlessly.
"Isn't that the Japoneighse word? Same thing, yeah. I can't blame them though, if I was in the same position I'd do the same and join up in a heartbat."
>Blinking once, the blue and green painted batpony groans, lifting her left set up for a faceclaw slap, sighing quickly and tilting hear head towards the dirty orange mare.
"I meant heartbeat damn it, trying SO hard not to pun right now. Well, she's as smart as most of us are.. kinda dumb honestly. Then again we don't really have much reason to read, we deal with whatever's around causing problems and then go back to sleeping, hunting down ripe fruit, pranking, or lewd stuff, that's the most important! The Cult only takes in batponies that like to read, learn, travel, do business stuff, and make friends outside the Moors.. which isn't comfortable. I mean, I lasted about five seconds in the Empire before I had to come back, felt like my teats were freezing off.. er, anyway! It's like listening to a really smart unicorn when you're a little foal and can barely remember your own name."
The L.O.N.T
e0T4b
?
No.202221
202272
when you pun.jpg
>>202028

>Lont looked around with a critical eye, the sudden relative calmness from such hectic fighting did not sit right with him.
>Relative being the keyword, as the snarling of ponies going feral and the Ethereal Champion screaming made his hair stand on end.
"A lull in the fighting."

>Also that Crystal mare was certainly the weirdest thing he saw today, with how she was all broken and scattered all over the place and yet still able to smile at him.

>Sniffing, he went back to healing Tacit, this time taking out the citrine coloured tablet. 'Might as well.'
[1d6+2 = 4]
>M.Medical
[1d6+2 = 6]

[1d6+2 = 6]

[1d6+2 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 10]
>EMS Bag
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+2 = 7]
>Heal

>While working on his patient the Operator glanced back to where the monster he had fought was, checking it it met an explosive end or it was still regrowing itself. Since he was staring in that direction he looked at the Ward, to see if she was actually dead. If the inner Circle made these things she might of given herself some perks too.
"You still alive over there or did blow this joint?
[1d6 = 5]
>U.Punmancy
[1d6 = 6]
>E.Perception
[1d6+3 = 9]
>Thermal
[1d6 = 1]

[1d6+1 = 6]
>H.E


Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
e0T4b
?
No.202222
202224 202312
6c89ff4862a8368cdf72a882a09d9fe7.jpg
>>202079

>The Unicorn chuckled. "Ha yes, hello there Adon! My name is Golden Horn, I am uh, well, Unicorn as you can see." He brought a hoof up and pointed at his aforementioned horn. It was longer than the Slaver Unicorn and had a yellow shiny tint to it compared to the rest of his black and grey mottled coat.
>Also he had one hell of a moustache, like, one that looked was well kept and groomed.

>lowering his head he gave the chitqu a sniff and snaff as it pulled itself out of the chitqu-shaped-hole in the snow. "Very odd little fellow indeed. I suppose it must have a name eh? Don't you?" In response the furball nodded once it had patted the snow off its fluffy coat, then went to climb up Adon again.

>Flicking his ears up and down in thought at Adons' explanation as to why they were out here, Golden Horn 'humphed' in recollection. "I believe I know who're you referring too. A dastardly pony called uh er...Forgot his name at the moment."

>To the side the Witcher saw movement, when he turned to look he saw several yards away were the freed slaves, slowly pacing by, some looking in his direction while others conversed among themselves.

Anonymous
O01KY
?
No.202224
c8e51d2152274a702400610019ae8168bbdf80f8.png
>>202222
Those numbers.
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.202234
202276
>>202032
>Sighing, Pareidolia creates another separate pile weighed down by a note addressed to Naliyna: "Sort these with your personal possessions, not Razorback's".
>He diligently continues sorting while listening to the Councilmare.

['Test of might'. Of course. Tremendous waste of time before an unexpected security breach.]

>He rolls his eyes, grateful that his helmet shields his expression.

[Excuses are unnecessary. Clear lack of organizational control and adherence to protocol. Lackadaisical.]

>Glancing up as he shifts an assorted sheaf of organized bills into its appropriate pile, he scoffs before composing himself to answer.

(How your organization handles its disciplinary measures is no longer my concern. Cordial relations with the Nightmare and Lunar Council are appreciated, but I do not anticipate ever returning in a formal capacity. The loss of soldiers and key Council members is unfortunate. Even more so that it was due to a lax attitude towards protocol. I apologize for any involvement my role played.)

>He closes his eyes for a moment before setting aside a memo and looking towards Ironmane.

(Avoidance of entrapment in affairs of powerful individuals prone to impulse judgments is paramount. Which is why I would request to know what favor you require of me. That is why you are here, correct?)


Stalliongrad Act Three: The Blood Drenched Solar-Night
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202247
202388
>>202161
"First, asking a bunch of mares if you can blind them with your goddess-blessed dick is better than telling them all you're sorry afterwards!"
>Came the first snark, the Tribune stumbling over her own deadened hooves into an angry power canter at first, then huffing in outrage as if out of breath, or physically overheated, over the thousands of earth ponies storming southwards.
[1d6+4 = 8]
<Tribune: Charge
"And second, wherever there's even a single Undead not stomped into powder, what do you think?!"
>Despite the struggling Tribune's objections, the trace amounts of objective scorn simply did not mask the vile loathing and hatred in her voice.

[1d6+8 = 12]
<Central Loyalist Watch Guard & Mercenaries: Reverse Half-Sphere Formation Charge
[1d6+8 = 14]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard, Broken-Hoof & Cadre: Charge
>Between the varied and many mixed signals of earth ponies storming forwards came a miserably tired, angry shout:
"YOU WERE RIGHT MOM! I SHOULD'VE BEEN A FARMER INSTEAD SO I COULD'VE HAD ONE STRONG STALLION TO PAMPER AND EIGHT OTHER MARES TO HELP BE HIS FUCKTOYS!"
[1d6+5 = 8]
<Eastern Loyalist Watch Guard, Lieutenant & Cadre: Charge
>Honesty, of course, was always at the forefront of earth pony thought processes, even if, or more correctly when, such was both unnecessary.. and rather disturbing even without context.

>Maintaining your previous heading at a slower pace than before, a sense of Luna's Moon, high above and directly to the northeast, makes itself known to your senses, the idyllic, alluring, yet dangerous rays guiding you straight south.
>Audibly much clearer now, hundreds of heavily armored, and unmistakably heavy, bodies clash into much lighter opposition, an ungoddessly powerful impact reverberating into the air and sending shockwaves throughout Stalliongrad's Main Square several times.
[1d6+13 = 17]
<Roust: ENRAGED!
[1d6 = 5]
<Scouts: Support Tactics
[1d6+7 = 8]
<Shieldmares: Defensive Tactics
[1d6+10 = 16]
<Centurion Cliff Flank: Anti-Undead Tactics
[1d6+121 = 122]
<Centurion Squad: ENRAGED!
>vs:
[1d6+12 = 17]
<Third Undead Swarm
[1d6+23 = 27]
<Fourth Undead Swarm

[1d6+8 = 11]
<Primus Wandering Steps: Charge
[1d6+8 = 10]
<Tarusian Crest Regiment: Charge

>Restoring the barest knowledge of conflicts, mortality, and a sense of duty back into his mind, Denra's fear gives way to a callous sense of command, forcing himself to stand up.
>Tonelessly shouting at his still emboldened cadre, the ex-diplomat allows himself the privilege of a contemptful sneer, directing the colossal earth pony Golem above to sweep it's right hoof across the Undead swarms and the left to crush their exit back into ruined ground.
"IGNORE THE VAMPIRES FOR NOW! COUNTER-ROTATE CIRCLE NOW AND TEAR THE ACTIVE ONES APART BEFORE THEY CAN DIG FURTHER INTO YOUR RANKS!"
[1d6+3 = 8]
<Denra: Command
[1d6+30 = 35]
<Stalliongrad's Defiance
[1d6+30 = 32]

[1d6+30 = 34]

[1d6+30 = 33]

>Partially hampered by the ranks of Undead, the exterior Cantabrian Circle line begins knocking the Undead trying to drag them down into the second, third, and fourth ranks, allowing their kin to respond with volatile hatred at Undead attempting to drag their sisters to ignoble deaths.
[1d6+12 = 16]
<Cantabrian Circle
>vs:
[1d6+8 = 9]
<First Undead Swarm
[1d6+12 = 14]
<Second Undead Swarm

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYfqC2jjOUI
>Preoccupied with the even greater masses of Undead still attempting to escape their long confinement, the ranks of ancient vampires are immediately bolstered by the final remainders of their own awakened kin.
>Escaping the sealed vaults and tombs under Stalliongrad, the collective vampiric might of ages long forgotten spend no time declaring their collective defense against flagrant, inane entropy, audibly renewing bonds of protection in archaic languages for the impossible numbers of tasty mortals that they dared to believe now existed this night.
[1d6+26 = 32]
<Vampire Batponies
[1d6+21 = 25]
<Vampire Pegasi
[1d6+18 = 24]
<Vampire Unicorns
[1d6+15 = 16]
<Vampire Earth Ponies
[1d6 = 3]
<Vampire Collectives: Summon Revenants
[1d6+5 = 8]
<Vampire Collectives: Summon Spectrals
[1d6+10 = 15]
<Vampire Collectives: Claim Undead Loyalty
>vs:
[1d6+37 = 39]
<Sixth Undead Wave
[1d6+43 = 46]
<Seventh Undead Wave

>Through the fuzzy overherds of Stalliongrad, four separate voices across the Main Square speak openly:
(Thank the Lunar Goddess that for creating vampires in the first place, we might actually get out of this mess alive!)
(You're forgetting the part where those same vampires BITE US AND THEN DO THINGS THAT WE DON'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT!)
(Little mare, PLEASE shut up and don't embarrass those that aren't like you traditionalist earth-worshipping snobs! You act like you wouldn't let a batpony make sweet love to your veins while you're having the third best screaming orgasm of your life!)
(I'll agree to that! But let's keep the lewd thoughts under control until we all ACTUALLY SURVIVE THIS, RIGHT?!)
Preparations: A Mystery of the Moors
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202255
202799 202867
>>202130
>Lowering the mechanic's bag, Boris cocks his head, blue eyes gleaming in something akin to the pony expression of vague understanding, yet nods nonetheless.
"Information understood, sir. I will modify my tactics to accommodate unexpected interferences or difficulties. I am ready to proceed at any time. If required I am able to provide distraction support to one of the following: Miss Feathers or Miss Sunny."
>Without activating the Void Eye's peculiar abilities, you sense rather than see the familiar physical spectrum warping of Mercy entering the pagoda behind Sunny, the Spirit Walker standing upright, yet visibly swaying from side to side.
>Either she was taking Tipper's advice to self-medicate for pain more seriously, or somepony had finally spiked one of her drinks for a change!

>>202134
>Head nodding in an utterly serious manner, the tiny Golem turns to Jeff's remarkably ubiquitous vehicle, clambering up onto the front rack.
"Your acknowledge is appreciated Miss. However, please call me Boris, or Boris the Belligerent, as I have no other designations available."

>Something near-invisible rocks Jeff's ATV on the back while Boris sits down on the far right side, the Golem sitting atop the small bag while grasping onto the nylon rack's edge.
>Faintly appearing in shades of pink and white, Mercy's outline reaches the physical spectrum, her uniquely ragged, slow pacing breathing doing nothing to mask the sweet apple scent of both dampener and very hard cider, tone directed to Sunny.
"I would not recommend wearing.. pegasi winter clothing in the Moors.. it would attract the wrong forms of.. attention and would be much too.. hot to withstand given that it may.. take several hours to return."
Lost in the Crag Moors: Stuck (In The Middle Of) You
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202269
202390
>>202180
>Shaking her exterior head, Wild emits a disgruntled static noise, placing the armored pegasus skeleton down onto the sand while her repair tendrils cautiously remove the valuable armor.
"Mother, I don't like doing this either but I must abide by my protocols and priorities: potential success improvements to ensure your safety must occur long before my own survival. These directives cannot be modified.. nor do I think they should be changed. I am a transport and nothing more, at least that I know of."
>Dropping the topic in favor of kneeling down close to the ship's wreckage, the time counter ticks down to '9:30', your Eldritch Android daughter speaking in an austere electronic tone, once more continuing her retrieval efforts.
"Notice: I have lost the use of ten repair-equipped mechanical tendrils which has reduced my overall self-repair capacities by sixty-two point five percent. At current standards I may be able to fully repair my motive systems and exterior hull in order to deliver you directly to Razorback in sixty to ninety hours. This number is an approximate figure and does not take into consideration potential opposition, side-tracking for additional necessary resources, responding to distress signals, recovery of allied sapients, or other events which may impede my progress."
[1d6 = 1]
<Left: Scavenge
[1d6 = 3]
<Right: Scavenge
[1d6 = 4]
<Retrieval #1
[1d6 = 5]
<Retrieval #2
[1d6 = 6]
<Retrieval #3
[1d6 = 3]
<Retrieval #4
[1d6 = 5]
<Retrieval #5
[1d6 = 6]
<Retrieval #6
[1d6 = 2]
<Arcanum Sensors Array

>Without warning Wild Ride tilts upwards, the medical tendril suddenly retracts from it's homey crevice inside you with a single 'boip' noise from the speaker above, the sensation causing you to wince while the sparse remaining lights inside the cabin turn red.
"Alert: detecting one waterborne seismic emanation. Analysis: inconclusive detonation or surface impact landing caused by unclassified physical anomaly. Estimated range: forty to fifty miles due southeast from current location. Estimated size: unknown. Long-range Arcanum Sensor Array offline until further repairs. Natilda, your biosigns have remained stable thus far so I will halt all monitoring until your physical condition or situation changes."
The Crystal-City State: The Prey Become Predators
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202272
202895
>>202221
>Focusing back onto the unconscious earth pony, pulling out the last set of large bandages and, this time at least, carefully placing them atop the largest of Tacit's visible wounds rewards you with the sight of now-minimal blood loss for the foreseeable future.
>In addition to the stallion not making any further noises to betray his previously carefree, humorous, and likely covert operation demeanor, Tacit begins to breathe freely, though the sound was rather exhausted even for an earth pony of his size and excellent looking physical fitness.
>Tacit: 146/400HP, Unconscious!

>To the left and behind you, the visibly shredded Ethereal Champion drops to one knee, bending over and intently studying the scoured flesh golem's body, now covered in fluctuating, corrosive pink energies rapidly eating into the thing's unmoving flesh.
[1d6+10 = 16]
<Ethereal Crucible
[1d6+4 = 7]
<Ethereal Eye

>Southwards, the unarmored Crystal filly's rest break continues, three legs splayed out well away from a standing pose, head bowed low while the hoof on her chest wavers, silently mouthing unfamiliar words that you weren't able to lip read.
[1d6+2 = 3]
<E.Crystal Runes: Refresh
[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 4]

>vs:
[1d6 = 3]
<????? #3: Regeneration
[1d6 = 6]

[1d6 = 6]

[1d6 = 1]

>Strange sounds of glass melting come from behind and to the left, a loud, flatly toned sigh from the fractured Crystal mare accompanied by solid hooves continuing to search in short, sweeping motions.
[1d6+5 = 8]
<E.Reform
[1d6+5 = 6]

[1d6+5 = 7]

[1d6+3 = 6]
<E.Perception: Feel
[1d6+3 = 6]

[1d6+3 = 9]

>Checking on the flesh golem previously crippled by the Outrider, it, and the many barb-tipped appendages surrounding, had ceased moving and twitching entirely; what little remained of the corpse was now a smoldering ruin of unnaturally thick hide, tightly grained flesh, chunks of melted or shattered bone, and several blatantly unnaturally shaped organs that you couldn't even begin to identify.
>Glancing down at the deceased Ward under Tacit, the mare's shattered neck remained in the same alignment, though strings of muscle were, very slowly, beginning to weave themselves back into position.
>The half-unicorn, half-Crystal pony was not well and truly dead, though the body was regenerating at such a glacial pace it might well take a day or more to fully recover.

>The southern Imperial and Kingdom duet ends abruptly, burying the pro-wrestler mare's target in a deluge of sharp permafrost crystals and shards several feet thick, the pair immediately breaking into a low, vibrating hum.
[1d6+4 = 5]
<Crystal Duet: Hailstorm
The Pagoda: Gale Ironmane
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202276
202418
>>202234
>Jaw dropping, the Councilmare's left ear tilts in your direction, her mental tone firm, calm, yet resentfully injured.
(Yes, it damned well does. I'm supposed to be able to trust the entire Lunar Council in having Razorback's best interests in mind and look what happens, two of them go off the wall on a bullshit 'test' because they think there's no danger anywhere to worry out, that you'd win without considering the consequences of such a decision, then they lie to me on why a human was nearly killed without so much as an explanation of 'he threatened to kill us'. Don't you dare ever try apologizing to me for a screwup that wasn't yours to begin with or I'll resign and move in here permanently, with or without the Nightmare's consent.)
>Lips pursing tightly, Gale's right wing lifts, rubbing her forehead, then pausing to stare through her feathers blankly, sighing dismally.
(Besides those two idiots the only Councilmaster that's remotely impulsive is Cracked Eye, and only then because he wants to try every kind of seafood in the world.. ..I knew that was a stupid mistake. Thanks you two morons, I couldn't have looked like a bigger idiot without you blundering about.)
>Slouching back into the pony couch, Gale sets her wing down, gazing at Tipper sleeping with an apologetic frown.
(No, that's not why I'm here. Doctor Heartbreak asked me to bring any alchemical product I could get my hooves on. Antibacterials, antivirals, antiparasitics, restorations, quick heals, the damned alicorn elixirs of which I've already given Princess Cadence's version, those ridiculous slow regeneration potions that act like aphrodisiacs, a bunch of anti-Planar, Spectral, Undead, Eldritch, Otherworldly, and Extra-Planar elixirs, and half the esoteric ones I keep in my closet just in case they ever need to be used. Heartbreak's afraid to be off the Citadel for even a moment, and for damned good reason: if she ever falls ill then Eleyana would be the one stuck providing major medical treatment. Eleyana's not stupid, she just doesn't have the patience to.. deal with having multiple patients. Harpies aren't good with stress, much like most pegasi.)
>Looking up and right to Jeff's ATV being boarded by Mercy, Gale's shoulders rise and fall in a helpless motion.
(As for that 'favor'.. I wanted to know what support Razorback needs the most. Luna has standing orders that the Night Guard, Lunar Guard, and Starborn aren't allowed to so much as speak of helping humans unless they want to set off a giant political manabomb that'd make every single Destroyer jealous all at the same time. I'm old enough to consider retirement, so if I decide to provide, let's just say all of the following: mares, money, a good diplomat, the services of a few retired Starborn and maybe even an Honor Guard I know, locations of certain valuables and caches here or there, and make certain there's less political bullshit to reduce Razorback's chances of survival, then there's only a couple ponies that might dare try and stop me. As a certain Germaneighan loves to state, 'when properly used the privileges of rank quickly change a dreadful battlefield into a peaceful field'."
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.202312
202456
>>202222
>Adon nods back in actual greeting, finally, to Golden Horn. His name fit, given the tint to his much longer horn.
>As the chiqtu ran up his body and perched himself onto his shoulder, Adon looked over Golden Horn with a thought.
"Dastardly, huh? You seem like a pretty capable sorcerer. You think you can take a look at his armor, maybe even remove it? Would save us a lot of trouble."

>The freed gryphons and ponies catch Adon's attention from the side, and the Witcher looks over back at Golden Horn.
"So, where will all of you go from here?"
Captain Raidor
GM Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.202317
202387 202415
>>202203
>>202179
>Hearing the rustling of the small bat filly explain a little more about the power of seal, Raidor nods his head in agreement.
"Pretty much what she said."
>Where did she go? To dig holes in the sand? It's nice here, he's pretty alright with the beach.
"So, Ivan. Ready to head back now?"
Ivan the STALKER
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.202387
202415 202821
>>202203
>>202317
>Shaking his head at Stratus, Ivan turns his head to look down at the sudden appearance of the young filly.
"I see, thank you."
>Being the ever inquisitive STALKER, Ivan stepped over to peer over the rock and take a look at what she was doing.
"I guess so."
Dante 'Doc Feelgood'
!!pppQ1.997.
UkdGP
?
No.202388
202615 202617 202621 202622 202623 202626 202628 202629 202630 202631 202633 202634 202637
i'm not sure what that is- but i like it.png
>>202247
>Annnnd bingo.
>I'm a bloody psychic.
>...
>I don't think I'll ever get used to the culture differences.
>The casual and often flagrant uses of lewd is something I just can't wrap my head around.
>Though they'd probably love the chance to wrap around my head HEYO!
>...
>Oh lord they're starting to affect me.
"What do I think? That heading to somewhere where they're not is a great idea! What do I -see-?"
>I look at her with a vacant smile, waving my hand in front of my face.
"I'M BLIND! Don't you think I'd have no issue seeing it if my ass wasn't a literal spotlight!?"
>Oh wait, that's right it kind of is.
"I mean that as referring to my person...but it is also a spotlight now that I think about it."
>I think after this I'll...
>No wait I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do.

>Huh.
>Wonder who that is.
>I'm not sure if that's a specific pony or if it's a massive conglomerate of thought that just spouted out of one unfortunate host.

>Hey, finally we're getting somewhere!
>Now I can actually have some direction that's not delivered atop a serving of condescension and drizzled in sarcasm!
>Thanks Luna!
>Oh what the fuck just happened?
>That was so damn loud I -felt- it!
>Whatever it was, I do not envy whoever was taking that impact.
>But I need to try to hear about what else is happening along with having more direction.
>...as well as keeping up the pace.
[1d6+4 = 7]
<E. Perception
[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6+4 = 6]

[1d6+3 = 6]
<E. Sprint
[1d6+3 = 7]

[1d6+3 = 4]

>Now let's see...
>...
>Okay so the vampires are on our side?
>mfw
>I'm gonna have to thank them...I think?
>Frankly I hadn't considered vampires to help us but hey it's not like I'm complaining.
>Annnnnd there we go.
>More lewd thoughts and- oh hey one of them actually is helping to stop it!
>Nice!
>I like the way that one thinks!
Bubba the Second
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.202389
202683
>>202206
>He ignores the bat accidentally punning to watch Rest finally get the hell up to resume fighting.
"Yes, more or less."
>Though he does turn back to resume listening to her.
>"So they're not very intelligent out of personal choice? That might explain a lot about these things."
"So you've been outside the Moors? Anywhere else aside from the Empire?"
>He couldn't exactly look down on her for hating the cold, after all.
Natilda
!KjHVy9KYr2
UhWTN
?
No.202390
202684
>>202269
"I can tell you don't like doing it."
>I couldn't hate her for predefined protocols after all.
"Though I think you can definitely be more than just transport for someone. Once we get back to Razorback we can work on that."
"As long as I can get water occasionally I'll survive. I've gone hungry before."
>I shiver at the sudden evacuation and look a bit concerned as she talks.
"Was it in the water or on land? Either way, I have a feeling we might need to hurry up with our scavenging."
>While I will admit I am not a scholar, I know for a fact that dropping something into water will cause ripples.
>Ripples in this case possibly resulting in large waves.
Tartarus Isle: Sand, Sun, Surf... and Seals.
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202415
202821 202824
>>202317
>>202387
>Ivan's greater height allows him to lean over the covered hut's stone pad, the filly gigging in the manner that only a batpony could do without choking.
>Watching the filly throwing sheets of sand behind her, her oddly colored wings being used both as shovels, it was clear the batpony was simply digging a low enough trench to escape the scorching sun.. or possibly having some kind of super devious plan in mind involving tunneling under the stone pad for mischief.

>Captain Raidor shifts uncomfortably in his armor, the telltale sensations of hungry mare and filly eyes laying upon him from the beaches below, and possibly much closer.
>If Stratus Vigil's warnings were true indications of conduct, Tartarus Isle was not safe.
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
5/IQz
?
No.202418
202704
>>202276
[Threatened to kill us? Really?]

>Pareidolia exhales heavily and closes his eyes, tapping his fingers rapidly.

(Your apology is appreciated, however this only affirms my concerns about how your organization runs itself. The Council is free to act as it sees fit; my personal affinity to them and their affairs is tangential. I would prefer the Council act with as little interference from non-aligned humans as possible... and tell Ridgeback and Oranti that I will refuse future contact with them unless their lives depend on it. My patience for impulse decisions from leadership organizations is minimal at best, and discovering yet another group that functions like pre-Committee Earth is disappointing.)

>Staring at the next batch of papers, he slowly pulls it towards him.

(But that is not their fault I suppose. You have the right to govern and operate as you've earned. My presence in the Citadel was a confounding factor I should have considered. Human input in that process should be minimized to high affinity individuals such as Jeff or Clemency.)

>He shows no visible signs of reaction as he sorts them with one hand.

(Our stocks may be shorthoofed. Tipper would know for certain. Why has Heartbreak left the Citadel? The last I saw of her was when I was dragged to a translocation portal before encountering your human Starborn.)

>He pauses to look up with a confused head tilt.

(I was under the impression I was the one who owed you a favor, not you owing Razorback one. My understanding of our situation is that we are critically understaffed for leadership positions and cross-cultural contamination of incompatible human and pony values have strained many. Some have left as a result. Above all Razorback requires options to reduce the strain, reduce our political footprint, and clean our negative historical relations left behind by misinformed operators or rash humans. This is only my opinion as an individual human and will not align with many others here and Tipper and Naliyna will know far more. I believe their agendas will be different from mine as well.)

>Shaking his head, he looks back to his work.

(It would be unwise to recruit more ponies than necessary into this mishandled situation.)
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T
iZQYM
?
No.202456
202819
Double-Horse-Head-40cm-Solid-Wooden-CarvingAnimal-sculpturesHorse.jpg
>>202312

>Tapping his chin with a hoof Golden Horn pointed his horn at the furball, whom raised its small paws in the air. "Heh don't worry I am not gonna shoot you."
[1d6+2 = 6]
>B.Arcane Awareness
[1d6+2 = 8]

>"They will go back home one by one, sticking together. The Slavers don't have the upper hoof though they can still pose a threat to individuals. They'll be fine Adon." He said, eyes closed in concentration as he materialised an aura around the now calm chitqu.

>Speaking of which the chitqu poked at the Witchers' cheek to get his attention. In its paws was another small wooden charm, but instead of Gryphon heads stacked on top of each other it were equine heads instead.
>Off in the distance the group huddled down, the smaller ponies, fillies and foals Adon noted, laid down while adults stood watch. Must be waiting for him or the Unicorn, or both.
Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.202473
202706 202799 202867
>>201881
"Ah, there we go."
>"Librarian's too good of a sorter. Suppose that's good."

>As Clem comes upon the pagoda, he sees another staging area in the making for another op
>He does see poor Pare in the midst of stacks of paperwork, ever stoic in that mask
>Jeff's there too, seeming to be the leader in the new op
>Clem does think for a moment on whether or not to bring more people with him
>He decides against it though, seeing this is only a scouting mission
>Go to the Basin, wait and watch
>As Clem nears the platform, he stands and waits for the team, wanting them to go first on the stone since they seem to be moving out in a bit anyway
>Especially on Boris, that thing seems to be better than last time
"Hi everyone."
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.202474
202711
>>201888
"Yeah I can see that. I'll see if she's gone or not. You take care."
>Zhun gets up and gathers his MG, slinging it as comfortably he can
>Giving Amerose one last and empathetic goodbye, he walks out the same way Pearl has
>He would assume the Duchess would go back to the translocation stone
>Zhun walks back to the translocation stone, keeping an eye out for the Duchess
>"Ugh, time to get dizzy again..."

!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.202615
202638
>>202388
I wish for Dante to not die, no other conditions such as physical wellbeing, mental stability or spiritual integrity do not apply to this wish so long as a sufficiently trained doctor of any species can point at him and say "Yes, this human is technically alive". Also to put some clothes on before he breaks the record for largest herd.

[1d6 = 1]

Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
wKS0f
?
No.202617
202638
>>202388
I wish for Dante to have a commemorative action figure distributed throughout all of Equestria, per outcome of said catastrophe. He needs to be naked, on fire, while riding Broken Hoof.
[1d6 = 1]

Bubba the Second
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.202621
202638
>>202388
I wish for Dante to be able to become the biggest meme possible in this situation.
[1d6 = 2]

Jamal Ratchet
!PsOrb9esFQ
U/Kel
?
No.202622
202638
Jamal doing what he always does.jpg
>>202388
As awareness of both new Goddess and an OG in need of some help comes to Jamal, he runs as fast as he can to his room. When he gets there he immediately searches for the hottest, most fire object in his possession. It's his mixtape He takes it and brings it to one of the messhall bonfires for a sacrifice. As he throws it in he yells to the new goddess a prayer. "Ey G! Take this offering, this heat offa my nigga in need just as you take this hot mixtape from me!"
[1d6 = 2]

As the mixtape burns, Jamal stares into the fire, daring the new goddess to ignore him until he gets bored and leaves to find a new nigga to buy shoes off of.
Natilda
!KjHVy9KYr2
UhWTN
?
No.202623
202638
>>202388
I wish for Dante to be successful in whatever the hell he decides to go for here. And to be memorialized for memes.
[1d6 = 1]

Indurian
!!buRZoyxezk
aR8XB
?
No.202624
202638
I wish for Jamal's mixtape to stop being on fire thats not good for the plastic please pull it out of the fire
[1d6 = 5]

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
dSPQz
?
No.202626
202638
>>202388
I wish for the consequences of Dante's actions to solely affect him, Silver, and the ponies he's roped into that mess. No one else. No other factions or VIPs including Razorback.

[1d6 = 1]

Ivan the STALKER
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.202628
202638
1452094178944.jpg
>>202388
>Tossing a can of Tourist's Delight into a barrel fire as a sacrifice to the Zone, Ivan looks into the fire
"I wish that Dante will have bountiful expositions in the future if he doesn't fuck up enough to die. And that if he does his fuckup is absolutely hilarious."
[1d6 = 3]

Karl "Spruce" Osmundsson
!aGuq39zDO2
kgByf
?
No.202629
202638
>>202388
I wish that Dante in the coming weeks make sweet, wholesome love to his new filly lover.

[1d6 = 6]

Kraut Spacewizard
!w6m/AkYQPo
U/Kel
?
No.202630
202638
>>202388
From his stasis, Kraut can offer nothing, can sacrifice nothing, can do nothing, but he knows what to ask of the new goddess.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
[1d6 = 5]

Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
wKS0f
?
No.202631
202638
>>202388
I wish for Dante’s actions to immortalize him as the true fire diety he is destined to be, and for only good and positive effects to be bestowed upon Razorback and its allies. Also all of Dante’s closest human friends are to be recognized as high priests to the new fire god.
[1d6 = 1]

Corsen
!!NqBxIZTw8.
Iggfw
?
No.202633
202638
>>202388
>Struggling to make sense of Venous deforming into colors and shapes that he'd never seen before, even IN the Warp, the Death Cultist bows in acknowledgement of the new Equestrian goddess.
"I offer this, my sincere prayer to you: that the human which is about to suffer under the wrath under however many hundreds of thousands of hot and raunchy xenos mares accepts them all into his heart and on his phallus because I'm TIRED of being propositioned like I'm the only human whore on this damned world!"
[1d6 = 4]

Doctor Novus
!qwbGbtL0Ok
kgByf
?
No.202634
202635 202638
>>202388

I wish for Dante to ascend to legend as the new, recognized Man Emperor of Tallus who will one day return to deliver the mares from virginity.
Doctor Novus
!qwbGbtL0Ok
kgByf
?
No.202635
202638
>>202634

[1d6 = 2]

Stalliongrad Act Three: The Blood Drenched Solar-Night Post #1/2
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202637
202644
>>202388
>Between the Tribune catching up while you slow down, again, reality slowly bends sideways.
>That is until the mare collapses howling in laughter.
(THAT FAT TEATED MARE EMPRESS WHORE IS AN IDIOT BECAUSE YOU'RE A GENIUS!)
>None of the multiple overherds battling for control of Stalliongrad, nor even the Second Dynasty, dared to deny the allegation.

[1d6+8 = 11]
<Western Loyalist Watch Guard, Broken-Hoof & Cadre: Charge
[1d6+5 = 6]
<Eastern Loyalist Watch Guard, Lieutenant & Cadre: Charge

>Hearing the armored Tower Guard slam onto her armored face, strange, vampiric voices of many species, ages, eras, and enraged qualities, were well within range, though the trampling of hooves under the neigh-heretical Golem was a close second.
>Barely making out the immeasurably angry notes of Roust delivering a scathing commentary to another set of ponies, the stallion's response to her some sort of vague insult, then comes a clashing of multiple regiments piling into ever increasing ranks of Undead.
[1d6+8 = 12]
<Denra: Command
[1d6+30 = 36]
<Stalliongrad's Defiance
[1d6+30 = 35]

[1d6+30 = 36]

[1d6+30 = 35]

[1d6+11 = 15]
<Cantabrian Circle
[1d6+8 = 13]
<Central Loyalist Watch Guard & Mercenaries: Reverse Half-Sphere Formation: Charge
[1d6+28 = 31]
<Vampire Vatponies: ENRAGED!
[1d6+21 = 25]
<Vampire Pegasi
[1d6+20 = 21]
<Vampire Unicorns: ENRAGED!
[1d6+15 = 16]
<Vampire Earth Ponies
[1d6+3 = 7]
<Revenant Collective
[1d6+5 = 11]
<Spectral Collective
[1d6+15 = 20]
<Claimed Undead
[1d6+8 = 9]
<Primus Wandering Steps
[1d6+8 = 9]
<Tarusian Crest Regiment

>Versus:

[1d6 = 3]
<First Undead Swarm Remainder
[1d6+1 = 6]
<Second Undead Swarm Remainder
[1d6+3 = 6]
<Third Undead Swarm Remainder
[1d6+8 = 14]
<Fourth Undead Swarm Remainder
[1d6+40 = 41]
<Eighth Undead Swarm
[1d6+40 = 41]
<Ninth Undead Swarm
[1d6+40 = 43]
<Tenth Undead Swarm
[1d6+40 = 46]
<Eleventh Undead Swarm
[1d6+40 = 42]
<Twelfth Undead Swarm
[1d6+40 = 44]
<Thirteenth Undead Swarm

>In a fit of irony, Roust drags your nearly completed Mind's Eye straight into her vision, the Vanguard Changeling now taller and.. in human form, strangely, armed with direct copies of Broken Hoof's silverine lance and Hollow's custom made shield, both made from her own black psycho-reactive chitin.
>Watching the lance skewer through the black armored skull of an Undead earth pony, and doing her best NOT to perform an unfriendly stab into the Centurion's face next to her, the Changeling snarls mentally at her rapidly increasing fatigue.
(I can teleport you to me if you'd prefer but we need to end this quickly, every earth pony here is overheating and the Cursed are pushing us back!)

[1d6 = 6]
<Centurion Squad: Catatonic Burnout Severity
Aegis Ignotus Fain, Post #2/2
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202638
202644 202658 202660 202662 204578
>>202615
>Hearing the wish of a pegasus from afar, the newly formed equine goddess puts a hoof her chin in deep thought.
"Such a strange request.. and such a reverse of reality. Very well, the specified human shall always be seen as technically dead. Perhaps the horrors of what he is seeing are too much for his mind? I do not understand.. any of it myself."

>>202617
>Head tilting, Aegis gazes down at the fairly close world of Tallus.
"Hmm, another reversed choice? commemorative statues of this.. 'Dante' shall be made and spread across Equestria, however, he shall be nude, aflame, and standing before this.. 'Broken Hoof' whom is dying of laughter. I should make sure that the young do not see it, to do otherwise would be unnecessarily lewd."

>>202621
>The Daemon goddess blinks, pointing a hoof at the ancient city far below and the tiny miniature sun that was managing to hurt her eyes.
"Is that not what is happening currently? I do not understand that word, but it does sound.. fun, I suppose?"

>>202622
>The mixtape fails to comply with reality, instead turning into diamond.
"I humbly accept your offering though it.. ..it confuses me."
>>202624
>Now a tape OF remixes, the tape pulls itself out of the fire before Jamal's eyes, a brand new label emblazoned across it:
"Remixed Old School Hardbass Hip-Hop Classics!"

>>202623
>Poking her snout with the other hoof, Aegis shakes her head, now terribly puzzled.
"Is not success determined by the gravitas of failure that one learns from? If such, what will 'Dante' learn from this experience?"

>>202626
>The Daemon turns her sudden realization of anger towards the rest of Tallus, furiously shaking both hooves down.
"FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS YOU FOOLS COULD HAVE PREVENTED THIS! DO NOT BLAME THEM FOR YOUR COWARDLY MISTAKES, THESE EARTH PONIES SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOUR FRIENDS, NOT YOUR ENEMIES! I SHALL MAKE MY WILL KNOWN TO ALL OF YOU FOR THIS FAILURE!"

>>202628
>Finding an abandoned barrel and wood cheerfully donated by Tartarus Isle ponies, the Tourist's Delight becomes vegetarian, now covered in pastel green paint with choice images of vegetables, roots, fruits, and nuts covered across the surfaces.
"Well.. I will have to discover what you mean by that, but I will ensure that his actions are recorded in perfect detail for all to learn of in the future!"

>>202629
>Sitting back and putting both front hooves together, Aegis smiles brightly.
"Of course! He did accept her offer of affections, it is only right that she is accompanied into mareriage with my blessings! It will be such a joyous night, I am sure!"

>>202630
>Tilting her head left, right, then stares towards the Crystal-Empire, the Daemon equine eventually nods in deep understanding.
"I see now. I shall grant 'Dante' these blessings: his mere presence will set the minds of all earth ponies at ease, and his words shall inspire them into performing confounding acts of violence when his cause is holy and just."

>>202631
>Aegis tips her head back, and settles on gigging in the newfound amusement of irony.
"Yes, this strange idea does appeal to me! Another set of statues shall be made: 'Dante' will be immortalized as a man of flame whom sets alight the passions and desires of those whom look upon such radiance. However, his allies must truthfully be known as the brethren of vampires created by the Night Goddess."

>>202633
"Ah yes, this is true. However, a compromise: let it be a constant annoyance that 'Dante' shall go nowhere without being propositioned by.. err.. whatever those words mean."

>>202634
>>202635
>Poking at an ear and doing her best to understand the sensation of being alive, the newborn Daemon hums to herself.
"He does have other titles, however, ones that were recently acquired and must be given to him before they are thoroughly accepted. I am confident that a small number of this.. Second Dynasty, will ask him for such a high honor."

"But now I must go, there is a great deal of work to be done! I am only newborn as a deity of equinity, as such it will take time; firstly I must go to educate the foolish sapients of Tallus on how they could have prevented this catastrophic incident!"
Dante 'Doc Feelgood'
!!pppQ1.997.
UkdGP
?
No.202644
202653
>>202637
>...
"I'm a -WHAT-?!"
>Ebi-
>Aba-
>W-WHAT?!
"I mean, thanks but- I mean- aw, fuck it, I should just accept shit doesn't make sense anymore."
>Ergh, I can't believe it but I kinda miss the old world.
>At least shit made...
>Well, sorta made sense there.
>...I think.

>Oh thank the gods, god, or whatever being is out there!
(Yes, please and thank you! Now, ideas for getting as many ponies out of here alive, I'm thinking we do a protracted engagement, doing a reverse circle with ponies covering each other as we slowly reverse into the teleportation matrixes, getting ponies out of here as well as making sure no one gets flanked and torn away. You got a better plan?)
>...
>Also where the fuck is my MG?
>Is it there?
>Or where?
>I try to look for my MG, just so I can lay down some covering fire for the ponies.
[1d6+4 = 9]
<E. Perception
[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6+4 = 7]

>>202638
>...What the hell is going on above us?
>I can't see it, I don't know what it's saying...
>No wait, I hear something.
>What the fuck is a 'Waaagh'?
>Is it battle cry?
>Or just a normal cry?
>Man, can this night just fucking -end- already?!
Stalliongrad Act Three: The Blood Drenched Solar-Night
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202653
202815
>>202644
>Half-angry, half-exhausted, half-done with everything, and fully overheated, Roust hurriedly lifts the chitin lance above fray and directly at you..
>Of course, this fully exposes your blatant nudity which, when viewed from the Changeling's eyes, was only somewhat more depraved than Denra's overly sinister plan to make the giant earth pony Golem 'fully functional', and far less worrisome than her motherly concern for a champagne coated, bright amber maned earth pony filly vampire scampering about, gleefully stomping on every black armored hoof that she could get at.
>Were you sharing your thoughts?
(Was I sharing my thoughts?)
>She was, yes, though you were not.
(I am! Damn it! Ignore everything I'm thinking!)

>Despite Roust's claim that the Undead were pushing back the convoluted masses of earth ponies, vampires, a number of Spectrals, Revenants, and a confusingly large number of Undead turning against Undead, the exact opposite was happening:
>Denra's Cantabrian Circle was barely able to help over the masses of unintelligibly angry vampires, furious Watch Guard, and professional marecenaries shattering through the leaderless Undead, hundreds of armored earth pony skeletons crushed under masses of hoofboots, the few minotaur skeletons that were standing had been shattered into tiny flakes of bone, and a lone tiny dragon skeleton was in the last stages of being ripped apart.
(Okay, I was wrong this ti-)
>Unexpectedly, the great Golem above stomps down onto the two largest Undead tunnels in it's range.
(And maybe that time, bu-)
>Expectedly, Stalliongrad's Defiance begins sinking downwards, ever so slowly, into the revealed earth.
(Is this a joke? I'm no-)
>And in grand fashion, the entire Main Square suffers from the Golem causing a relatively impressive small earthquake.
(IS THIS REALLY HAPPENI-)
>The aftershocks of which begin to, at least according to the now concerned earth ponies, collapse the tunnels directly underneath the Golem.
(OH COME ON!)

>Acting on immediate leadership orders from Broken Hoof, the Lieutenant, and Cliff Flank, the masses of earth ponies shout orders to, carefully, run away from the forward tilting Golem.
[1d6+4 = 5]
<EVERYPONY Retreats!
>The hundreds of vampires seemed to have different ideas: all turn to the nearest pony, tapping snouts, flanks, hooves, ears, barrels, or necks, their targets enveloped in puffs of mist only to reappear outside of the DANGER ZONE
[1d6+94 = 97]

>Before Roust can divert her attentions for the rough treatment of Changeling teleportation, a gaudily royal clothed unicorn mare appears upside down before you in her vision, from her eyes to the ears hidden by a gravity-defying admiral's hat.
"BOOP!"
>A hoof reaches out in a pink blur to tap your nose, the frog unusually cold; the next thing you feel is lukewarm stone under your feet, no longer seeing through Roust's eyes, and the audible noises of a 290 ton Golem struggling to free itself, along with the Changeling sighing.
>Loudly.
{I thought Hodch's plans were infuriatingly obtuse.. you're standing on one of the small market buildings right next to the southern Main Square thoroughfare. ...it reads 'Fresh Fried Carrots!' Give me a bit to reorganize, Broken Hoof wants Denra to negotiate a temporary truce. If it fails, we are LEAVING.)
[1d6+5 = 10]
<Denra: Master Negotiator
[1d6+5 = 6]

[1d6+5 = 10]

[1d6+5 = 10]

>vs:
[1d6+4 = 9]
<Centurion Cliff Flank: E.Negotiation
[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 7]

[1d6 = 6]
<Leaderless Undead: Tunneling Efforts
Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.202658
202659 202666
>>202638
I wish for the endeavors of Dante's herd, from now on, to be successful in whatever they pursue.
Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.202659
202666
>>202658
[1d6 = 2]

Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.202660
202666
>>202638
>On off-putting presence in the Enclave sets Zhun off at first, then in a weird understanding
>He looks around, seeing if there was some sort of outside force
>Maybe Pearl Lake or some wack artifact stashed
>No
>It's a cry
>And Zhun is confused with this mixture of feelings
>He blurts out
"I just hope only good things come to Razorback..."
[1d6 = 2]

The L.O.N.T
7EWTZ
?
No.202662
202666
>>202638

>Throws a six sided die.
"If a six the consequences of the situation of a clusterfuck happening with Dante in Stalliongrad will remain in Stalliongrad."

[1d6 = 3]

Mr.Agent
7EWTZ
?
No.202663
202666
>Throws a dice as well with the same intentions.
"Business would be a mess if dis gets out into the world!"
[1d6 = 6]

Aegis Ignotus Fain, Daemon Goddess of Equinity
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202666
>>202658
>>202659
>Bumping her front hooves together, the goddess stares down with mild skepticism towards Stalliongrad.
"To only succeed in endeavors without the right to change inevitability would be a wholly cursed fate. Instead I shall record what occurs, and the causes behind this incident, for future generations to learn from.. that is if anypony dares to read."

>>202660
>Reaching down into Tallus, Aegis adheres her left hoof onto the tape of remixes, then pulls it into her off-kilter reality for a good look.
"Hmm... it is best for the future to be unwritten, yes? I do not think we enjoy our surprises being spoiled. Fortunately humans must make their own fate. I will not intervene unless asked, nor will I meddle in their decisions unless prior commitments compel me to."

>>202662
>Spinning her first sacrifice in the air above her nose, Aegis shuts her eyes, rocking back at the profane sense of vertigo assaulting her weak, physical form.
"I do not understand these wishes and prayers of you humans. What are these numbers? Why must I compel myself to empathize with them? Why does doing such feel so.. so safe? I suppose I should be a bit reasonable with my efforts in educating the follies of Tallus to itself, after all it would not do to cause a disaster of my own accord."

>>202663
>Placing the diamond masterwork tape containing influences that she could neither describe, nor immediately understand, onto her nose and staring at the film teetering back and forth, the Daemon equine stops, then grins.
"I have no idea what I'm doing right now, but it seems quite fun! Very well, I accept your proposition, though it will take excruciating means to to convince everypony involved that Stalliongrad's affairs this night cannot spread beyond the borders of Stalliongrad. That is, except for those sapients whom must learn of their past mistakes, starting with.. THAT ONE!"
Cairn Wharf: Batnap Club!
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202683
203039
>>202389
>The mystery mare's lack of energy visibly sets in, barely retaining enough energy to thwart Soft-Kill's flailing hooves.. which ends with Rest batting the absolute marshmallows of her exhausted opponents, Soft-Kill and the unnamed batpony ceasing to move, the pair quickly making loud, snoring kee's.
>Completely out of motivation and the will to remain awake, Rest tips her head back for a deep yawn, then shuts her eyes and collapses face first onto the pair.
>The crowd of pegasi and batpony onlookers break into sudden, yet exceptionally quiet cheering so as not to wake up the trio, although the more aware and interested ones begin seeking out bookies for their rewards, or to pay off the losses of their round bets.

>The thought occurred to you that batponies, while incredibly lazy and typically lacking the motivations to do much could be explosive close-combat enemies within the first couple minutes of combat, expending all of their available energies in the attempt to tear an opponent apart.. unless they run into opposition with skills equal to or better than them.

>Painted eyebrows shooting up comically, the batbookie nearly drops her coin, wing slapping down to recover it.
>Shaking her head quickly, the mare leans off your log seat, presumably dipping into a coin pouch with her right wingclaws and offering a verifiably ancient, well worn 500 Bit gold piece up to you with a rueful smile.
"Nice choice there Razorback, last mare standing was Rest. You and less than a tenth the crowd's betters win this round. Pretty good fight considering the odds."
>The bookie's wings nestle into her sides, shaking her head in a definite negative.
"Nope, I've drifted through Moors cities, villages, and some of the inhabited Arenas since I was a filly. Can tell you a lot about those but not much anywhere else. Thought about Saddle Arabia a few times, there's not much humidity outside the jungles so it might only be worth an hour of that, but I've heard Tartarus Island off their coast.. somewhere is one of the better locations to visit."
>Left set of wingclaws lifting to scratch the back of her neck, the mare's tufted ears flick curiously, then offers a small shrug.
"Heard last night a bunch of weird stuff's showed up on Tartarus, something about Kra`ken and Tallus Harpies showing up. Dunno if either's true, gets real hard to separate rumors when they travel so quick."
>Glancing up to a circle of batponies and pegasi pointing their left wings into the air, claws and feathers splayed, the painted bat snickers quietly.
"Sorry, gotta go settle bets. You have a good night Razorback, and come back soon so the Ferron can awkwardly avoid you some more."
>Leaning forwards to tap your right boot lightly with a hoof, the batpony spins about, blending into the crowds returning to their meandering about.
Lost in the Crag Moors: Stuck (In The Middle Of) You
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202684
203237
>>202390
>Emitting a flat toned, angry beep, Wild's blue armored left hand can be seen lifting a large clump of rotten wood from the wreckage.
"No, I do not. There is extensive information on protocols in the Scars where it is considered necessary to demand what has been left out for one's use before acquisition. In, on, and within Tallus spectrums, relying on the same protocols has proven to be unacceptably dangerous. Herd-father Caliya shared a small amount of his knowledge that only the unquiet dead should be left alone, but these are silent and there is no detectable Animus within the vicinity."
>Relying mostly on her own video feed, the mechanical tendrils quickly remove another load of cargo, mostly steel harpoons that only a minotaur would be able to use with ease, six crushed mythril armor pieces, and a further number of unidentified metals.
"My endo-skeletal frame, external hull, and motive drives would have to be improved by approximately five magnitudes in order to function as an armored close-combat form. Rough calculation: the expenses required for such upgrades would cost six times that of Razorback's potential mining output in rare materials alone. Total analysis: insufficient data to recommend upgrades beyond standard transport duties."
>Halting from her work, the Eldritch Android makes a deeply troubled electronic sigh, the fan kicking down several notches as the cabin reaches a decently comfortable low 70's temperature.
"Notice: four critical, nine major, twenty-two minor, and three tertiary systems offline and in need of repair. However, I am still capable of performing water extraction, distillation, sanitization, and essential cooking processes or services should you require them."
>Tilting backwards once more, both of the screens become tinted a brighter, less fuzzy green as the external feeds sharpen focus.
"Confirmed waterborne landing, unknown range. Analyzing impact vector.. incomplete, I require more data. Rough analysis of danger factors: ten to fifteen minutes before potential large scale waveform actions may occur. We should be safe within the current timeframe for component and material salvage operations."
>'9:00' remains on the right screen, Wild Ride bending forwards once more to dig into the wrecked ship.
[1d6 = 1]
<Right: Scavenge
[1d6 = 5]
<Left: Scavenge
[1d6 = 3]
<Retrieval #1
[1d6 = 3]
<Retrieval #2
[1d6 = 5]
<Retrieval #3
[1d6 = 3]
<Retrieval #4
[1d6 = 3]
<Retrieval #5
[1d6 = 2]
<Retrieval #6
[1d6 = 6]
<Arcanum Sensors Array
The Pagoda: Gale Ironmane
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202704
202853
>>202418
>Both of Gale's wings half-raise in aggressive motions, her head cocking left with an expression of anger.
(Then let me clarify my position for you: two Lunar Councilmembers went out of their way to inconvenience an allied human from Razorback, the same faction that one alicorn in particular has demanded they provide protection for. Their impulsiveness could damned well be seen as declaring war on that same alicorn's choices. I'm not the only one that wants to throttle them for disgraceful, potentially hostile conduct, and if it came down to who reaches them first I'm probably last in line.)
>Wings dropping at the blurry outline of Mercy glaring in her direction, Gale makes a small, visible sigh.
(No, we don't, which is the damned problem I'm apologizing for. I only break laws and rules when lives are on the line that could be saved. And no, your presence on the Citadel should have been met with a welcoming greeting, to a protected ally no less, and a query of what you were there for. As I said before, Ridgeback and Oranti lied outright which made getting the story out of shell-shocked and rattled survivors a nightmare.)
>Returning Mercy's suspicious stare with an eye roll and sticking out her tongue, the Councilmare pauses, slumping forwards a fraction as her tone becomes a mutter.
(About that.. when Jeff accepted entrance into the Starborn some of the Council, myself first in that number, pushed for an agreement. Doctor Heartbreak, or Heartbeat depending on her mood shifts, demanded to be readily available to treat anypony in Razorback if they suffer traumatic injuries. Main problem with this is her family hasn't actually left the Moon for a few hundred years, so they're highly susceptible to even common diseases. She asked me to bring everything on hoof to me just in case she picked up an infection. She's as stubborn as Tipper and with a wild temper to hoof. Telling her 'no' is like asking water not to be wet, damned unicorn.)
>Fully ignoring the Spirit Walker now, Gale's face twists, caught between a scrunch and being offended.
(Look, I understand what you're stating, but you still owe me that favor and what I want is information which I wouldn't be able to get outside of having an informant. I can't expect, let's just say Twisted Wing, to reveal all the dirty secrets on humans she knows, so like it or not this is my chance to make up for Ridgeback and Oranti's carelessness. Sure, I'm essentially breaking Princess Luna's rule on non-interference, but, and this is the big one: there's a human in the Starborn now. What I and other Lunars don't know will very likely cost human lives. Now, despite how much I hate mercenaries for fucking me over in the past, literally, socially, politically, and figuratively too, I'm going to trust the spirit of Luna's orders over the damned Treaty of Canterlot.)
>Turning her head to eye Clemency for a moment, Gale swivels an eye to you with a disgusted look.
(This mess boils down to one of three choices: either somepony in the Lunar faction, in this case me, makes discreet offers to help out, we end up looking like toothless Diamond Dogs when it comes to helping a Lunar protectorate, or somepony that isn't on the Council makes a stink which sets off a chain reaction of well intentioned ponies fumbling over each other to help. I will deal with a shitty position as best as I can with a smile on my face, but I'm not going to do so when I'm being hamstrung by politics. I have friends across Equestria, they should be able to acquire reagents, work, and resources easily. As for a good, solid diplomat that can smooth over problems in the past, let me think..)
>Gale's eyes close, both wings lifting to rub the sides of her head for a bit while she thinks.
(Strawberry Flan is real ponifable, she's hard to dissuade from a good course of action.. pretty good looking to hoof, too. Unicorn from one of the Starborn Villages, good conversationalist, has some odd issue with Germaneighans though. Chocolate Sprinkle Cream's probably my second pick, looks like she'd fall over in a stiff wing but won't stop negotiating until everypony gets the best possible deal on all sides. She's from Canterlot, earth pony, level-headed, drinks a huge cup of hot chocolate before going into a meeting, and actually has a sense of humor. Then there's Luna's great-something or other grand-daughter. Excellent negotiator, weirdly non-aggressive, never says anything unless she absolutely needs to ask a question, likes wearing hats. Don't ask. Nice mare overall, quite pretty, but her wings are.. big. Last one is Twice-Frozen Mango, she used to be our main diplomat to the Empire, Gozka, Cloudsdale, Moors, Caneighdia, bunch of other small factions too. For a batpony she has an excellent memory, susses out details like nopony else's business, can actually withstand cold temperatures fairly well. Doesn't like hot regions much though. She'll even deal with dragons, harpies, and Kra`ken so long as she does the talking. There's a few others, just not as impressive or good as the four I've named."
The Pagoda: Home of Luxury & Laziness
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202706
203181
>>202473
"Hey Clem! If you're going out for a while you might wanna grab one of those disc thingies, there's one under the couch next to you."
>Receiving a hoof wave from Naliyna along with a welcoming smile, the Lunar Councilmistress' head tips in a small motion, a dark expression crossing her face momentarily, the odd mood relenting as she offers you polite, though firm nod.
>Seated on the back of Jeff's ATV was the mostly cloaked outline of Mercy, white and pink swirls emanating as she lifts a hoof in silent greeting.

>The translocation stone was open and free, none of the humans, ponies, or the lone tiny Golem standing on it.
The Enclave
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202711
203183
>>202474
>Managing to nod in a brief, albeit wounded manner to you, Amerose can be heard slumping onto the stone table, exhaling tightly.

>Returning back through the multiple illusion walls, you catch sight of Pearl Lake exiting the Enclave in a dull granite colored gateway, a purple-robed Gryphon and Lorekeeper minotaur duo guardedly watching the mare.
>When the gateway closes, both shrug awkwardly towards each other, the Gryphon's head cocks to the right, bright yellow eye blinking once while the minotaur about faces on hoof in your direction.
>Making an unheard comment in a snarky, mid-40's male voice to the minotaur, the Gryphon nonetheless lifts his right wing in greeting, speaking in a low, curiously rhyming tone, his opposite rumbling in hard, slow, heavily accented disagreement.
"Hello there. That was the next to nicest noble I've known outside of the Changeling. Real polite, called both of us 'sir', even bowed. Wonder why she sounded so saucy, it's not even close to spring.. either that or I've lost track of time entirely."
"Hard trust no-bles, al-ways pol-i-tic in-volved. Best not ask, we too bu-sy for time."
"Bah! Ignore his irritated ires, he's incensed about our rank increases. Ah, right-"
>Pausing his partial rhyming, the Gryphon's left claw reaches up into his robe, producing two folded, silver-embossed sheets of vellum paper, his beak contorting into an odd semblance of a frown.
"If you're heading to Razorback we were asked this be put on something called a bulletin board by that busty earth pony, the one with those rankling round rings. She stated this was surely important though I didn't ask why such a weathering wait."
The Clinic: Doctor Carlos, Receiving
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202719
205219
>>96876
>Picking apart the Lunars' collected information, the prognosis results for post-surgery were rather excellent, aside from a requirement for potential medical staff on hand and hoof in the Clinic, though the indecently amounts of highly available, high fat snacks that ponies enjoyed should be a welcome addition to a healthy, if heavily watched, recovery for Snakebite.
>All in all: the other previous choices available to Carlos were more likely to be mind-numbingly boring or fraught with constant, unexpected coffee-addled dangers.

"No known or detectable form of virii encountered. Abnormal exposures and infections can be ruled out."
>The lead mare pokes at the line of sutures once more, pupils dilating while a neat, crisp purple bundle is floated from one of the discarded saddlepacks, set down in front of Carlos with a grim smile.
"Excellent news. I sincerely hope a drastic change such as this will have zero further negative impacts, but to be sure I will request our Alchemical Division Chief perform a complete analysis during his recuperation. Among other studies, she has a high interest in.. 'exotic' mutations."
>A brief exchange of mildly irritated low phrases in unicorn take place, the head mare's hoof waves side to side, silencing the other mares.
"No, she'll show up freely on her own, Gale's no fool and she'd jump at the chance to study our miscalculations. Only a few ponies would dare ignore that mare's wrath when being told 'no' for longer than a week. Now, focus if you would please."
>Sitting up straight, the five peer closely at the human Doctor's hands, muted glows picking up gauze pads in preparation, but left the retractors alone entirely, briefly leaving him wonder why.
>The answer, of course, was the ever present explanation of magic, the unicorn answer to everything.

>Finding the clear purple scalpel thinner than a human styled one, the moderately curious triangular tip shape being the only real difference, under Carlos' skilled usage the finely honed instrument slices through Snakebite's skin with little difficulty, simple applications of fine, steady pressure negating the difference of his unquestionably thicker skin.
>Noting the mares' efforts at separating skin from the incision site in Carlos' wake, telltale cloudy fluids of red-white indicative of soft tissue and fat liquification become prevalent.
"...this is interesting, horrifying, and unbelievable all at the same time. He must have been partially boiled alive while standing upright for some time, let's just say four minutes for an average?"
"Agreed."
"I doubt he has many pain or temperature receptors left, we'll see what we can do about that major problem later. No chance of a fat embolism but arterial clots will happen if he reabsorbs much. Drain every bit of discolored fluids you see and keep note of the amount."
>The lead mare's flat statement goes unquestioned as two pieces of gauze are carefully placed down to absorb the welling cloudy liquids, repeating the act following Carlos' further incisions.
>Finishing the sixth blade stroke, the five mares begin placing clear white shards of quartzine and blue-purple glowing strands across Snakebite's abdomen in preparation for the next phase.
"We'll be ready in a couple minutes, takes some time to cool off the horns. You two keep your eyes on for indications of arrhythmia, blood clotting, you watch for attempted vomiting or unusual muscular movements in the barrel and abdomare. I'll check the vacuum seal of this room, we cannot allow even a single bacterium to enter infect him at this time."
[1d6+4 = 5]
<B.Medical Examination #1
[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 7]
<B.Medical Examination #2
[1d6+4 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 10]
<B.Medical Examination #3
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+7 = 9]
<E.Casting: Air Overpressure
[1d6+7 = 8]

[1d6+7 = 13]

Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.202799
202867 202917 203181
>>202255
>Jeff's pleased that Boris understands the mission, more than eager to explore some wet crypt.
"Excellent. Now, mount up."
>The small golem's already beaten him to the punch as he begins climbing up on the front, as a little hood ornament.
>Speaking of climbing onto the Polaris, he was able to pick out the outline of Mercy as she quietly swayed into the Pagoda and made a spot for herself on the rear.
>Was that the smell of cider? Is she buzzed?
"Heya, Mercy. You alright?"

>>202134
>Watching the eye-patched pegasus check over her items, Jeff looks over at the barely visible white pegasus.
>And is inclined to agree with her concerns over the extra over-wear, as he scratches the back of his head.
"Mmmmyeah, she's right Sunny. You might be a little too warm in that."

>>202473
>Awaiting what Sunny will do about her clothing, and looks over at Clem.
>He seems to be preparing for something as well.
"Supp Clem. You heading out, in a bit, too?"
Dante 'Doc Feelgood'
!!pppQ1.997.
UkdGP
?
No.202815
202902
>>202653
>...uh?
(Yeah alright can do.)
>Phew, that was almost embarrasing.
>Not having really any vision for a few minutes is surprisingly effective at turning me topsy-turvy.
>But...

>Looking from her vision I do confirm that they're actually managing to push them back.
>Woo! Not getting devoured by hordes of undead!
>Hell yeah.
>Although, it is getting a little harder to-
>Oh shit the ground's now about to not be there!
>Feet slipping, I try to find purchase on the ground but find nothing.
>Just about to fall over, suddenly unicorn.
>Did...did she just BOOP ME?!
>...
>Yeah okay she saved my life I'm fine with that.
>For now.
>And hey, I didn't have to deal with Roust's teleportation again!
>Sorry Roust, but I very much like the feeling of not having my corporeal body feel like it was pulled through a funnel two sizes too small.
>Hmm.
>Fresh Fried Carrots?
>Sounds almost like the pony version of Hot Dogs.
>Huffing loudly in relief, I suppress the urge to fall on my ass.
{Thank whatever's out there that they're trying diplomacy. I've had enough fighting today. And I haven't done anything other than shout orders and get in a small scrap with a Tribune. Not that I'm complaining but...eh, whatever. And I hope it goes well, for everyone's sake.}
>I just hope I can go home soon and get drunk or whatever.
>Today's been too fucking convoluted I don't know where to begin.
>I'll take inventory of just what the hell happened later; for now I'll just hope cooler heads prevail."
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.202819
202889 202925
>>202456
>The Witcher looks at Golden Horn, with interest, as he begins to magically examine the chiqtu's armor more closely.
"I think it might be elevating his intelligence to a level of sentience of ours. Never really come across anything like it before."
>As he does, the small mammal in question hands him a small wooden horse trinket. He pulls out the three-headed gryphon one, he picked from the snow, and hold them together in his hands. That adds two to his collection, today.
"Hey, where'd you get that now."

>Waiting for Golden Hoof for his results, Adon looks over at the group of captives as they stayed safely huddled together.
>The adults guarded the children, in the snow. Smart.
"They waiting for us? I know you were with them. Did you all come from the same place?"
Captain Raidor
GM_Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.202821
202824 202878
1468190961788.jpg
>>202415
>>202387
>Raidor looks around, uneasy.
>It's like wherever he goes, even his own barracks.
>The feeling of female gazes locked onto him are forever present.
>And on the prowl in this relaxing beach setting.
>Not like he wouldn't help himself, but he IS here on business.
"Come along Ivan. It's time to go before we're indulged on."
>Using his armored head to nudge Ivan in his hip, he leads the way over to the translocation stone to escape the peaceful yet lewd beaches of Tartarus Isle.
Ivan the STALKER
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.202824
202878 203038
>>202821
>>202415
"Indulged on?"
>Ivan looks down at the nervous pony in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
>The clueless STALKER had no idea what Raidor was going on about. He likely didn't even know what indulge meant.

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.202853
202903
>>202704
>Pareidolia rolls his head back and forth across his shoulders as the Councilmare retorts.

[The audacity of that outright lie... impulse decision or internal maneuvering? Possibility of politics cannot be ruled out. Aggravating.]

>After she finishes, he raises both his hands and shakes his helmet.

(Considering the circumstances of the favor, I cannot refuse. I don't know what quality of information I could provide that Jeff or Clemency could not, but I accept. For how long do you require me to fulfill that role? The specifics of you assisting Razorback discretely and recruiting a diplomat are something to discuss with Naliyna or Tipper and are beyond my jurisdiction.)

>Returning to his work, he looks down to the table in front of him.

[Heartbreak's decision is rash, but at this point Tipper needs any assistance she can receive.]
More of A Threat Than A Hallucination
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202864
202883
>Creeping up onto one of the Clinic beds, a purple robed, white, orange, and yellow streamed Crystal mare barely in her 20's peers down into Kraut's stasis field, the large silk bandage on her nose wrinkling as she frowns.
>Leaning down to place her ear on the hard surface, the Lunar lifts a hoof, tracing a collection of glowing signs into the air before setting it down.
(Can you hear me? If so then please do not be alarmed, or scream. My name is Frost Egg, don't ask, really long story.)
>Smiling proudly, the mare lifts her shoulders in a placid shrug.
(Anyhow, I'm a Starborn Combat Medic from the Citadel, came here to help out treatment. So, what exactly happened to you?)
!SunnyxtS66
5DK8R
?
No.202867
202917 203057
>>202255
>>202799
>>202473
>Waving a wing at the additional human in the pagoda, Sunny turned to both Mercy and Jeff, mouth opening and closing momentarily as though to say something.
“Uhhh...”
>And with no more warning, she bolted off to the pony barracks.

[1d6+5 = 9]
< E. Sprint
[1d6+5 = 7]

[1d6+5 = 8]

>Barely even slowly down, she entered her room her stripped off her winter suit, deliberately and carefully setting it on the bed.
>Then galloped back out and back to the Pagoda, standing exactly where she had been moments ago.
“Sorry about that, now...”
>She considered the vehicle, Mercy sitting on the back, Boris on the front.
>Sunny guessed Jeff’s would sit in the middle at the steering bars.
>Considering a moment more, she found herself some free space and clambered on, twitching an ear around listening to the sounds the vehicle made as its suspension mechanism accommodated the additional weight she added.
“Ready, sir, for real this time.”

Razorback Pagoda: Home of Luxury & Laziness
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202878
203038 203229
>>202821
>>202824
>Even as Ivan asks his question, the incoming answers were beyond frightening:
>Perhaps two hundred pegasi mares, all brightly colored and quite young, had snuck up to peer over the sand dunes at the human and earth pony while they were otherwise occupied.
>The vast majority were leering towards the duo, some licking their lips, others making seductive facial expressions, while a few were blatantly showing off their athletic, fit, well curved equine forms; there was even a pack of fillies trying to show off in the same manners as their older sisters.
>Knowing full well the dangers, Raidor easily pushes Ivan onto the translocation matrice, a single dull gray Remnant eye peers up from the surface, glances around once, and immediately devours the two in a dull sandy-toned tunnel.

>Immediately, or as near-instant as possible, deposited into Razorback's Pagoda, the two breathe a sigh of relief at the relatively normal mood.
>Behind them were the sounds of cloth being rapidly stacked, and to the left was the snoring form of Shanis in her black winter suit, clutching a long, quite young bright white seal.
>Upon spotting Ivan and Raidor, a single flipper silently lifts while the pinniped turns a contented smile onto them.
Kraut Spacewizard
!w6m/AkYQPo
U/Kel
?
No.202883
202921
>>202864
>In the waking world Kraut continues to lie still, in his stasis however he is also lying still but he at least acts a little surprised.
(Yeah, I can hear you. I take it I'm not completely among the living right now.)
>He thinks the image of accusingly pointing a finger at the new mare.
(Really now Ms. Egg? Don't want to tell your long story but you want mine? Sure, why not.)
>Kraut then projects himself in a rocking chair and a book labeled "Things that happened an hour ago" and regales the mare with his tale of adventure and sorrow.
(-and that's when I took my rage and flew faster than any man had dared fly before in the span of a second. Now I'm debatably dead.)
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
Mr.Agent
12qU9
?
No.202889
202925 203094
>>202819

>Golden Horn hummed in agreement, the aura around the chitqu vanishing. "It is something more. I don't know how to put this but I sensed Construct energy coming off the armour too." Saying this he stepped away and started walking in circles thinking.
>The fluffy little creature nodded at this doing odd gestures that could not be quite interpreted..."If only I could remember his name at the moment, bugger!"

>Stopping its impromptu dancing the chitqu pantomimed it came across the trinket in the snow where the prisoners were gathered when they were tied up next to the tree.

>Still doing circles Golden glanced to Adon, his brow furrowed in thought. "Nah, we were gathered all over Equestria and some parts of the Gryphon Kingdoms. Since you saved us they are wanting to thank you at the very least." Coming to a halt in front of the Witcher the Unicorn sighed, a small bubble of aura stroking through his moustache. Looked as if out of habit then a conscious decision. "I do not like the implications of that armour your little friend is wearing."

>With the pony now not moving anymore Adon heard new movement, off in the distance and further than the group of escapees. Oddly still, it sounded bipedal.


The L.O.N.T
12qU9
?
No.202895
203026
there is no hope.jpg
>>202272

Master Aligned Valor: +8 for 1 turns to combat, +1 to movement

>After seeing the situation happening all around him, Lont went back to work on Tacit. He needed to move him if he wanted to finish off the Ward. He thought about taking her back to the Fortress, but came to the conclusion that was a terrible idea. Everyone there was already up to their gills with work, besides, they already had a prisoner in the form of Dancing Eyes. Kinda.
>His EMS bag was almost empty, and when it was finished he'd then have to resort to his two medical pouches.
"Why do you have to be such a pain in the ass."
[1d6+2 = 7]
>M.Medical
[1d6+2 = 5]

[1d6+2 = 3]

[1d6+2 = 7]

[1d6+4 = 10]
>EMS Bag
[1d6+4 = 9]

>At least he did not have to attend to the filly or the mare, as they were regenerating by themselves. "After this I might need to call for someone to mind Tacit." He was initially hoping to get through the earth pony and have enough supplies to help all the other ponies he saw while on the way here, but that was becoming apparently clear to be an impossible task with little supplies.
"Just kill this damn mare and her guards, Lont, one task at a time."


Stalliongrad Act Three: The Blood Drenched Solar-Night... End?
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202902
203012
>>202815
>Once more connected to the Mind's Eye of three freshly arriving Support Strikers, these particular white-robed mare had the bright idea to steal Tower Guard full head helmets with emeraldine lenses.
>Viewing the Strikers half-trotting towards your nude self atop the brightly painted building, the mares snicker quietly, although cease when they realize their sounds and thoughts were being transmitted.
(Sorry Prince, but you really should be wearing something, or at least get a sheathe!)
>The trio pause, slowly turning their heads and look on at the evacuation turning into a disaster of comical proportions.

>Denra's cadre of moderate psions were nearly claimed by the Golem collapsing the earth under its hooves, then barely escaping the creation's mind boggling weight dislodging giant stones; as the Strikers watch on, daring themselves not to laugh, the colossus was also crushing new tunnels and the Undead digging them, yet not all of them.
>The disorganized masses of marecenaries, Second Dynasty adherents, and Loyalist, or traitor, Watch Guard likewise run into problems, notably each other, now forming a giant pile of earth pony wreckage in a large, perfect circle.
(Know what would be even better right now?)
(What, a better seat?)
(No, if we had some popped corn!)
(Yeah!)
(..but there's nopony to make any here.)
(Wellll.. there is that one stall over there, we should just get some and leave a bunch of Bits for it.)
(That's a great idea!)
(I'm in!)
(Wait, weren't we ordered to do.. something?)
>Blanking out momentarily at their nearly forgotten order, you do not resist the urge to facepalm, which startles the airheaded mares into action, focusing their energies into lifting you off the building and placing you down in front of the entrance.
(SORRY PRINCE!)
(WE DIDN'T MEAN TO FORGET YOU!)
(BUCK IT ALL, I HAVEN'T EATEN ANYTHING TONIGHT!)

>The three are silenced by the eight medium translocation stones erupting into silver gates, double ranks of silverine armored Tower Guard crisply marching out into an encirclement around the Golem, their thoughts utterly blank except for sharing one purpose: removing the Undead infection.
>At a distance, Roust performs her best impression of Queen Chrysalis sighing, and even manages her sovereign's exacting facehoof.
(That could have gone far, far worse. Denra has secured the Second Dynasty passage to wherever they wish using the northern Main Square translocation matrice, but he must stay here until the Undead are destroyed and... he MUST take the Golem with him once that task is complete.)
>Snarling her own orders into the clumsy, mishoofled mess of earth ponies, Broken Hoof makes a stern proclamation to Stalliongrad:
(Those that surrendered to us: your debts are paid in full to ours. Denra has negotiated terms that your 'treacheries' are forgiven, now and forever. We shall not renege on this truce, however, those that wish to join us in the Temple of Still Waters are welcome to do so. You will be treated with all due honors according to your position. As for 'us', eight-mare line march from our northmost forces starting now. Double time it, move your fat flanks right now mares!)
>Heavy hearted, yet accepting of the Knight-General's orders, the Second Dynasty's adherents begin removing themselves from the tangled Watch Guard, perhaps three-quarters of the traitors falling into line.
>Curiously, a large number of the vampires, along with their Spectral, Revenant, and claimed Undead forces were aiding the Tower Guard in encircling the Golem.

>Blatantly disregarding the recently self-promoted Knight-General's orders, the trio of Strikers had gone and done just what they stated, now sauntering north from the stall across the Main Square, dozens of large paper buckets filled with fresh popcorn floating above their heads, along with your MG.
>At least it was pointed upwards.
(This isn't as good as I thought it'd be.)
(Yeah, I couldn't find any butter, just salt, pepper, and paprika.)
(You know what I just thought of?)
(Hm?)
(All of us are gonna have to get a job after we settle in.)
(...)
(...)
(I call dibs on being the first milkmare!)
(DEGENERATE SCUM! Honor your dam and your ancestors before your fetishes!)
(Oh and what do YOU think you're going to do instead, work in a Canterlot brothel?!)
(Logically speaking, that is much worse that being a milkmare.)
(At the very least I would be able to seduce the most prime psion available from their bloodlines for my foals!)
(You're a disgrace, why would you want your foals to have snooty, arrogant blood?!)
(You're one to talk, your great-great-great grand-dam was from Manehattan!)
(You shut your Mind's Eye and Mouth! SHE provided high quality milk to thousands of ponies that honestly appreciated her service!)
(This is why I didn't want to join the Strikers..)
(Wait, where is the Prince?)
(I thought you were watching him.)
>The Strikers stop to turn back in your direction, suddenly VERY aware of their tactless conduct.
(Umm... to be real honest Prince, it'd be a bad idea for you to show up in the Temple like that.)
(For sure, I mean, most of our sisters did choose to accept being blinded if that meant they'd be free, but those that aren't.. well, you get what I mean, right?)
(Let me hoofle this. Prince, there's a medium translocation stone due west of you. Walk west until you reach the upraised stone path, it'll be surrounded by park benches. We'll stay here and guide you until then.)
(Should probably find someplace safe to wait that elixir out.)
(Hold up, what about all the vampires?)
(Who cares. Most of Razorback are batponies in disguise anyways.)
(They DID help out a lot too, it's not like they can make Stalliongrad any worse than it already is.)
The Pagoda: Gale Ironmane
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202903
203028
>>202853
>Physically winded from.. mental exertion perhaps? the Councilmare yawns deeply, shifting backwards and lying down in front of Tipper, head turning left so that her nose touches the unicorn's.
(Ugh, my everything hurts. At this point, until whenever you think the favor's repaid. I mean, you were technically killed, I guess, and I did force you into accepting my terms. Originally I was going to have you.. do something or other. I'll remember it later, too exhausted pounding those orange bastards into flat sheets.)
>Right eye nearly closing, Gale not-so-secretly stares at Naliyna, her mental tone slightly concerned.
(As for everything else I'll wait 'til tomorrow, probably, but to be honest I'm.. more than a bit worried about that Crystal pony next to you. I've heard Razorback, er, 'boasts' some exceptional ponies in its ranks. That one looks like she's won entire wars on her own.)

>Finding another bill written on curiously platinum embroidered vellum by Spiral, this one was also a list sold to princess Yearning Touch, except for being a thoroughly formal notice and partially in code; reading through, it was dated roughly a month before the Marquis had disappeared.
>An unusually large amount of unlisted items, each assigned a number ranging from the low hundreds up to a single entry in the late ten thousands, was listed as sent to the celestial alicorn's distant descendant with payment pending to the odd sum of 350,000 Germaneighan Ear-Marks.
>At the bottom was a line of runes that appeared to be unicorn script, or perhaps an archaic variant.
>Paging through the less interesting bills underneath, most of them were single items or paid contracts to Razorback's various faction allies, which were now in order of date as rather neat human script in Common showed.
Preparations: A Mystery of the Moors
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202917
203057 203125
>>202799
>Mercy's nose twitches, the pegasi's head rocking back and forth in slight inebriation before answering a bit too snappily, and quickly, for her normal moods, scents of both strong apple cider and dampener hanging in the air.
"Yes. Needed to leave Patches and Malyne in.. safe place. Do not trust those damned sluts."

>>202867
>For once not assaulted by Discord, ponies, other unwelcome news, or even a human, your dash to the barracks, entry, exit, and return to the Pagoda was entirely uneventful.

>Registering your presence with considerable respect, Boris gestures opposite of him at the other side of the front rack, indicating the most obvious location for proper weight counterbalance.
>Finding the flat synthetic surface potentially less comfortable than an ironwood board, your face was immediately assaulted by a highly soft, small woven rug in various brown hues, Naliyna making no attempt to disguise her quiet snickering while Mercy speaks up in a mostly serious tone.
"Estimated time of arrival to the.. crypt?"
Citadel Combat Medic Frost Egg
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.202921
203059 203319
>>202883
>Perching herself next to your stasis oval, the mare lifts a hoof to rub her nose, her mental voice rather confused.
(I've no idea save that most or perhaps all of your musculature, ligaments, and soft tissues are.. the precise phrase I heard was 'shoved into a blender and liquefied'. I don't know what a blender is but if your physical state is any indication I certainly don't want to learn about it.)
>Raising an eyebrow in mock offense, Frost Egg's nose scrunches incredulously.
(You may ask me about my ponifal life all you want later. For right now I need to know more about how your situation occurred before I'm even allowed to consider procedures for recovery.)
>Acquiring many of the various snacks placed around the Clinic, the triple hued Crystal mare says nothing until you finish, now surrounded by a small pile of candy bar wrappers, and looking moderately intrigued rather than horrified.
(Hmm, unfortunately they could've used this information during Snakebite's surgeries, though the other human might fare a bit better now. They're still operating as far as I can tell. Still, I've never heard of these Primevals, but Constructs I know.. far too well.)
>Right forehoof placed on the stasis oval, Frost peers down into it, frowning heavily.
(At the moment you are technically alive since your ka, or soul, is able to respond to me. However, should the stasis field be removed your physical body will most certainly die. I know enough of the alicorn elixirs that even if one of them were to be teleported into you, those wouldn't save your body, and I've managed to understand some of the damage you've sustained. I don't know the side-effects of being trapped long term like you are now, but I'm fairly sure none of them are good. The potential options to save your physical body are nonexistent, but it is possible to transplant your soul into a solid physical form. There are a variety of methods: the one I know best is a ritual transfer into a crystalline pony shell, Princess Cadence has used it quite a few times to save Crystal ponies that specifically request it. They're more advanced than a Golem although they take quite a bit longer since they need to be grown rather than simply shaped. Necromarecy is a potential option, though that comes with the problem of your body taking on an Undead state. I suppose you could see if it's possible to be transposed into a Naghtmare yet the research I've read on them is.. extremely negative.)
Karl "Spruce" Osmundsson
!aGuq39zDO2
4k1AL
?
No.202925
203094 203173
>>202889
>>202819

>There was indeed another biped in the forest, as soon was made obvious as a man dressed in camoflauge fatigues stepped out from behind a tree, a rifle in his hands and a large tubular launcher on his back.
>His expression is hidden by a balaclava and his eyes are hidden behind a pair of yellow tinted ballistic glasses but his stance changes from a combative one to a passive one upon seeing the other man and the Witcher and the ponies.
"Ah, looks like someone else beat me here. Hallo."
>He greets them with quite the thick accent.
>The Norwegian then looks over the recently freed captives, then back to Adon and his companions and the signs of obvious struggle.
"What happened out here?"
Dante 'Doc Feelgood'
!!pppQ1.997.
UkdGP
?
No.203012
203088
oh that can't be good.gif
>>202902
...
>What?
>Oh right I'm naked.
(Yeah, I'd love to, but I'm also not a changeling. Speaking of, where's my armor and pack?)
>Hopefully they can find it somewhere.
>My vision shifts over to the mass of ponies.
>Oh geez, this really has turned into a clusterkerfuffle hasn't it?

>Watching on as the second greatest traffic jam I've ever had seen (Man, so many people's cars got fried in the middle of gridlock on that interstate. I think it went on for literal dozens of miles.)is formed out of a massive pile of pone, I find myself listening in on their conversation.
>Annnnnnd they forgot about me.
>mfw
>At least they remembered...
>I get floated down to the street, feet touching down to stone once more.
(It's alright. Considering what's happened tonight, being ignored is not the worst thing.)

>Listening to Broken Hoof as she commands the followers of the Second Dynasty through the portal, I feel the urge to make myself very un-noticeable.
>Of course, being a miniature sun that means that to even attempt would be comical at best.
>Ah, well.
>Never thought I'd be the one leading a sizeable group of ponies.
>Always thought it'd be LONT, or like, Jeff.
>Someone with close ties to major players in this world.
>Certainly not me.

>Annnnnd here they are again.
>God, they sure are airheads.
>And hey, my MG makes a return!
>...
>I mean, they certainly could be handling it worse then they are.
>Milkmare?
>That's seriously a thing?
>Like, they don't get milk from cows or anything like that?
>And isn't there like...a stigma to that, or something?
>I'm not judgin', but I will say I'd much rather have milk from something that can't have intelligent conversation about how palatable their milk is.
>Ergh.
>And...they forgot about me again.
>You think that someone wouldn't forget a LITERAL SUN that is near them.
>Apparently not.
>Sighing in defeat, I respond to them.
(Yeah I know. It's not like I can wear clothes right now though. And yeah, needless blinding is something I'd like to ignore.)
>About to voice my problems, I pause then smirk just a little bit.
(Yeah, I was about to say that I'd need some guidance. And I will, but where to go...)
>I go up the path with their guidance, and collecting my stuff, turn to the translocation stone and talk to the Vortex Remnant.
"Hey, would you mind taking me somewhere there aren't any beings around? I'm kind of bright right now so I don't wanna accidentally blind anyone."
The Crystal City-State: The Prey Become Predators, Complete
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203026
203362
Op Major Success.png
>>202895
"You are freed from your vessel gentle one, I will sing of your defiance and courage to the eternal goddesses. Find peace with yourself now."
>Hearing the Ethereal speak in an eerily gentle voice, the Champion stands, his exhausted tone rings towards you as he turns, thudding towards the south with heavy, slow stomps.
"Human, should further twisted vessels arrive then command elemental weapons of chaotic Void, acids, electricity, flame, and ice to be used, they are best suited to release the trapped hosts. Destroy the head, neck, body, they prevent further regeneration of the controlled physical vessel. I shall aid the honored Crystal host but I must caution you to avoid the young Miss Elezith entirely."
[1d6+4 = 10]
<Ethereal Eye
[1d6+4 = 8]
<M.Scavenge
[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 10]

[1d6+4 = 5]

>Reaching the last pair of large silk trauma bandages, the rest of the helpful items are brought out: an unhelpful bottle poorly labeled as some kind of alchemical tablets for insertion into wounds, four large suture kits, a recently made roll of silk tape, and a small, eerie looking diamond bottle filled with black rocks.
>Covering the two largest patches of gouges on either of Tacit's shoulders, following by poorly suturing the four largest open cuts across his saddle and barrel, strangely his hide was unusually thick and resilient to your efforts, acting more like armor.
>Poking a tablet into and applying tape over each of the barbed wounds that you could reach, upon opening the diamond bottle and waving it under his nose, Tacit's entire face scrunches.
>Releasing a short, agonized exhale, the earth pony's eyes spastically flicker open as his head rolls left on the 99.9% dead Ward's barrel, whatever consciousness he had tried to avoid the horrid scent awakening him.
>Analyzing Tacit's strangely durable body and overall wounds, his worst wounds were covered, though the extent of his injuries were crippling to state the least; the eye flickers and weak muscle movements likewise indicated multiple head injuries and complete exhaustion.
>Tacit: 187/400HP, Moderate Concussion, Shock, Extreme Fatigue.

>South of you, the pro-wrestler was busily retrieving fragments of herself, the constant sound of molten glass accompanying her efforts.
[1d6+5 = 7]
<E.Reform
[1d6+5 = 11]

[1d6+5 = 9]

[1d6+3 = 9]
<E.Perception: Feel
[1d6+3 = 5]

[1d6+3 = 7]

>A small hailstorm begins pelting a wide area around the filly's trapped flesh golem, chunks of ice and snow further burying the creature inside.
[1d6 = 3]
<Breakout

>The filly herself can be heard flopping down away from the duet's efforts, still breathing much too heavily and raggedly for her age.

*****
-Lont gains: +4XP (Timed Elite Operation Reward)
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.203028
203171
>>202903
[Would prefer she forgets it entirely...]

>Pareidolia stops to stare intently at the undoubtedly expensive material.

[Potentially the last known contact Spiral had before his disappearance. A princess Yearning Touch. Hidden items listed in code as well. Need to find someone to translate and decipher this.]

>He pockets this bill as well, before shifting the rest of the properly organized pile.
GM_Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.203038
203229 203316
>>202878
>>202824
>Hurrying through the matrice, without looking back, Raidor sighed a loud breath of relief as he looked around in the pagoda.
"Phew! Did you see them, Ivan? We could have been... hmmf."
>He tries not to think about it.
>The pagoda was nice and quiet, even though he missed the warm sandy beach.
"Well, safe and sound then. That was one of the more interesting deliveries I've ever made."

>Shifting his helmet a bit, he notices Shanis was sleeping on a couch. There wasn't much reason to wake her.
>And the little white seal in Shanis's clutches happily waves at him and Ivan. Raidor can't help but raise an armored hoof to wave in return.
"One seal is fine."
Bubba the Second
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.203039
203040 203172
>>202683
"Danke, frauline."
>Taking the bit from her, Bubba stashes it in a pocket on the inside of his jacket with the rest of his money.
>As he listens to her explain where she's been, he files away names and countries to look up later, nodding as he does.
"I've been to Tartarus once or twice. Its a nice place as long as you don't mind seals."
>As she disappears into the crowd, Bubba gets up and departs, deciding to fuck about for a bit longer before heading back to the Fortress.
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203040
>>203039
Where does Bubba wander to next?!
[1d20 = 18]
<Cairn Wharf Location
Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.203057
203125 203185
>>202917
>Yeah, she's definitely a little buzzed.
>He wonders where she stashed Malyne and Foggy for the time being.
>She's a sneak master, so he's certain they're being taken care of.
"Snrrt, which ones? Malyne and Foggy get along well enough?"

>>202867
>Jeff idles around while Sunny leaves to... remove layers. Luckily she doesn't take long and returns to settle herself onto the front of the Polaris with Boris.
>Only for Naliyna to drape a rug over her.
>Good thing the ATV has good suspension.
"Hmm. I can see quick, before we head out."
>Stepping just to the side of the translocation stone's perimeter, Jeff brings up the runic menu. He looks down at the crypt's approximate location, and inputs its coordinates in to see where the closest they'll come out to it will be.
>If it's the Basin, than it's the Basin. Then it's just calculating distance time and distance form there.
[1d6+4 = 6]
<Tacpad: GPS
Kraut Spacewizard
!w6m/AkYQPo
U/Kel
?
No.203059
203190
>>202921
(A blender is just a kitchen appliance for processing solid foods into a slurry; nothing to worry about there.)
>The Kraut image looks disappointedly at the wrapper collection and is about to speak until Snakebite is mentioned.
>He stops bothering with the image projection at the very moment he's reminded of the others.
(What about Caliya!? Or Vanil; have you opened the construct pods yet and who was in them?)
>After a good minute, Kraut slows down his worry projection enough to answer how he would like his new body.
(Oookay, deep breaths, or breath thoughts I guess. Alright, so crystal pony is out; I don't want any ponies looking at me and thinking I'm going to think anything like them. That would probably end poorly. Undead is out and I'm iffy on turning myself into any kind of elemental, Spiral went down that path and itresulted in more shit than I feel like dealing with.)
>The Kraut image comes back posed like The Thinker for a few moments before standing up and changing itself to a predelk fawn near Malyne's age.
(Yes, that works perfectly! No one has preconceptions on how they act yet, I already plan on spending more time with them, and most importantly no one would think to put me in a position to get any more of our allies killed!)
>Kraut definitely started sounding more manic at the end of his explanation.
A New Faction: One Quiet Place
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203088
203126
7Jef2Jm.jpg
>>203012
(Right there Prince, I have notified them to deliver your possessions into Razorback's custody after they arrive.)
>One of the Mind's Eyes rotates north to focus onto the main group of white-robed Support Strikers, eight mares carrying neatly folded clothing, bundled armor, and one large backpack across their saddles, helpfully tied down with large amounts of rope.
(Hay, you should get those rolls and use it on yourself in Canterlot, might attract more customers!)
>The rope was your sof course, though the sudden mental image of a Striker in stripper clothing being tied down wasn't, the degeneracy hating mare of the airheaded trio quickly replacing the scene with one of her hooves trampling the lewder one's head.
(SHUT YOUR DEPRAVED MIND'S MOUTH OR THIS HAPPENS!)

>The other two Mind's Eyes dutifully track your movements, easily finding the upraised granite circle, a dark tinted eye raising from the surface and stares at your blinding radiance.. which promptly turns white.
"Travel advisory notice: multiple Vanbraces currently searching Tallus regions on business matters have reported and independently confirmed the presences of: White Kestrels, Warfalcons, Void Owls, Ultra-Peregrines, and War Vultures within numerous uninhabited or claimed territories. There are nineteen currently unconfirmed reports of one Shrike seen in the Lower Empire Wastelands. There are six currently unconfirmed reports of two Bone Hawks seen in the Minotaur Hegemony. There are two currently unconfirmed reports of one Blood Eagle seen northwest of Cloudsdale. All species listed are irrevocably hostile and cannot be negotiated with. We hereby request this travel advisory to be shared amongst your own species and allies."
>The eye blinks once as it realizes it's blinded state, then closes while the matrice itself distorts, Vortex Remnant speaking in monotonous, tired, aggravated, annoyed, and neutral tones, all at the same time.
"Too many travelers this night. Searching for viable location.. found. Current state: abandoned. Likelihood of hostile avian contact: none at current time."
(We'll 'see' you later Prince, don't forget to come visit us all later!)
(So will that filly..)
(Uh, don't bring any other humans, at least until we get to know them first.)
(I beg of you alicorns whichever of your holy blameless kind dare to hear my worthless prayer that I should KNOCK THIS DEGENERATE MARE OUT FOR A WEEK SO SHE CAN'T MAKE HER BLASTED FETISH COME TRUE!)

>Losing the mental connection to the three as the unseen portal opens, you're deposited into a fairly calm location, the sound of grass gently waving in the wind.
>Oddly, the gateway behind you remains open, emitting both a low hum and a bright purple light that you could actually see through the solar glare.

*****
-Dante gains: +8 XP, TIMED LEGENDARY END CHAPTER OPERATION

FACTION CHANGES:
-Germaneigh: +7 Reputation
-Free Trader's Guild: +10 Reputation
-Manehattan: +19 Reputation
-Moors Discordites: +15 Reputation
-Prance: -20 Reputation
-Rogue Elites: +6 Reputation
-Saddle Arabia: +11 Reputation
-Second Dynasty: +75 Reputation.
-Solar Adherents: +15 Reputation.
-Solar Guard: +5 Reputation.
-Starborn Villages: +10 Reputation.
-Stalliongrad Citizens: +25 Reputation.
-Tartarus Island: +10 Reputation.
-Tower Guard: +5 Reputation.
-The Dynasty: +8 Reputation.
-Watch Guard: +25 Reputation.

>Secret Faction Unlocked: Lunar Vampire Collective!

*****
>Elsewhere:
"She's.. we've lost her, she's completely catatonic. Everypony, stop your work, move on to the patients in triage, the foyer needs to be cleared before more wounded arrive. Ma'am, I regret to inform you that we've failed to carry out your orders. We can't bring her back at this point and there are too many arriving from Las Pegasus."
(I'm puzzled, not disappointed, mad, or worried. You reported she was found here in this state, with no injuries whatsoever?)
"That's correct ma'am, there's no indications of poison, venom, toxins, alchemicals of any kind, or foreign objects. Likewise, no evidence Otherworldly, Spectral, Undead, Planar, Extra-Planar, Elemental, or Eldritch influences are present. Outside of whatever was infecting her skin, she's about the healthiest pony I've ever seen. Looks like she's birthed quite a few foals in the past, if that matters any."
(No, it doesn't, but carry on Doctor, I'll stay here and.. try to clean up. If that's even possible at this point.)
"Yes ma'am. We'll ask some of the Crystalline Shells to guard the door, they're itching for something real important to do that doesn't involve chasing down the last Ward flesh golems.)
(Excellent idea Doctor, keep them busy before they start getting bored and knocking on every door in the City-State. Oh, and do me a quick ponial favor, would you?)
"Ma'am?"
(Don't inform the Princess.)
"...yes ma'am."
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.203094
203173 203203
>>202889
>Adon perks an eyebrow, not understanding what Golden Hoof meant.
"Construct? Sounds... mechanical."
>While the old unicorn paces in thought, the Witcher looks over at the huddled masses again and decides to walk on over and check on them.
"Neither do I, Golden Horn."

>Walking over slowly, Adon waves to the adults guarding the kids in greeting.
"How are all of you holding up?"

>>202925
>He keeps his hearing on the footsteps crunching through the snow, as they approach closer.
>Adon turns around to see Spruce, emerge by himself.
"Spruce, good to see another human. How'd you get out here?"
>He looks to the grouped captives, then back at the man.
"Just doing a little liberation from some slavers."

!SunnyxtS66
5DK8R
?
No.203125
203185 203283
>>202917
“Wha-!”
>Suddenly blinded by the rug, Sunny looks around, her wings flapping open instinctively.
>The mare tossed her head and let loose a slightly audible whinny before rememberin* her hooves and pulling the rug at least off of her head.
>Having heard Naliyna’s snickering, Sunny turned an amused, exasperated look to the crystal pony.
“Now just what am I meant to do with this in the moors?”
>She looked down at the rug in her hooves, then at Naliyna, then back at the rug. Sunny hopped off the vehicle and walked deliberately towards Doctor Tipper, maintaining eye contact with Naliyna and a perfectly straight face as she deposited the rug on top of the blanket then walked back to the vehicle and clambered back onto it.
>Sunny poked her tongue out, a gesture which would have looked more cheeky were she able to wink, instead she just closed her good eye.

>>203057
>The mare turned an ear towards Jeff, also curious as to how long she’d be sitting on this contraption.
>She chose not to distract him as he fiddled with his device.

Dante 'Doc Feelgood'
!!pppQ1.997.
UkdGP
?
No.203126
polly wanna fucking kill himself.jpg
>>203088
>I wave goodbye to the mares, while chuckling to myself.
>Silly little pone.
>Glad to see there's still light hearted pones out there.
>When they reference the filly, I cringe.
>Oh gods above I hope she forgets.
>Please please please I know I ask a lot but please let her forget that.
>And the Travel notice..
"Alright. Will do, if they don't hear it themselves."

>Finding myself in an unknown location, the soft breeze washes over my skin.
>Turning to look at the portal, I sigh gently.
>Taking in a deep breath, I savor the scent of grass in the wind shortly before letting it out.
>Violently.
>And rather uncouthly.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!! GODDAMN IT THIS WHOLE SITUATION IS FUCKED! I'M THE FUCKING LEADER OF A FACTION WHEN I CAN'T EVEN RUN A FUCKING SQUAD PROPERLY FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK GODDAMN IT WHY ME?!?!"
>And Pella?
>What will she think when I propositioned a filly?!
>Fuck me, if she doesn't throw me out she'll report me to the pony Bureau of Decent Behavior!
>I know it doesn't exist but considering the way my skewed ass sense of luck is it exists this very moment I mention it!
>Screaming incoherently for several minutes, I stop when my throat is sore.
>Alright, that's enough of that.
>I don't have the ability to drink water cuz it'd prolly evaporate before I could drink it...if I could even find it first.
>Shaking, I breathe deeply in and out.
>Okay, maybe it's alright.
>Maybe she'll be fine with the fact I (like an utter fucking genius) invited a filly to be with us and possibly have an entire legion of followers that are sex crazy, while being leader of said faction.
>Add to that the fact I still haven't told her about what I was back in the old world!
>She's the one who at the very least deserves to hear about it.
>But whenever I try to tell anyone...
>Well, I guess it's lucky that I snagged that guy's book before I died.
>If the dialogue is a bit flowery for my tastes, anyway.
>I slowly lower myself down to the ground, huffing in discomfort.
>I guess I'll come clean about...well, everything.
>Heh.
>Even in another world he has my back.
>Thanks, man.
>I lean back onto the glass, letting the wind lick my form as I rest my head and close my eyes to rest them.
>Hopefully the potion will wear off before it becomes night.
>Unless it already is, I kinda forgot what time of day it was being that around me it -was- day.
>Ah, well.
The Pagoda: Naliyna
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203171
203179
>>203028
>The Councilmare goes silent, your Moon Orb emitting a noise akin to a hoof clicking on stone, probably meant to tell that the communication line had been closed.

>Looking over the other unsorted three stacks, the next largest was composed solely of for-sale notices; as you run through the top few sheets they had been carefully sorted by location kept by Naliyna for the sake of price references, and could safely be ignored.
>The second largest stack were mixed notices from across Equestria: news, updates, births, open positions, management changes, small matters of the like that probably weren't worth the time spent to organize them unless searching for information in particular.
>Checking the smallest once more, they had been touched during the time you'd been gone, and was entirely dedicated to application letters.

>Finished with sorting and stacking, Naliyna pauses to lean over, eyeballing the bills and receipts pile with an astonished expression.
"You.. you really did all that in one go. How did you decide what goes where?"
Cairn Wharf: The Sea Shack
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203172
>>203039
>Receiving a winged wave from the bookie, the crowds of pegasi and batponies once more separated into their circles of friends and family, most taking their time meandering across the pier.

>Getting up and walking about for a bit to find somewhere interesting, you stop and stare at a series of small signs down the east side that you fairly sure weren't glowing in blue flame highlights when you arrived.
>Unable to read pegasi, you follow it down to the largest building on the pier midway between the translocation stones and where The Great Enemy probably still was.
>Gazing up at the sign, the only phrase you could read in the winged equine language was 'Sea's Bounty', although the paintings of material bricks, lances, shields, and hoofboots definitely meant an armory of sorts.

>Stepping in through sheets of freshly woven grass grass, a number of rather comforting scents drifted through the spacious building while the first thing you see is a young, dark blue coated and black maned Ferron pegasus filly sitting on top of a ridiculously tall, round brown cushion, nearly at chest height to you.
>Behind her were rows upon rows of short wooden tables, hundreds of various colored bricks and bars of materials that you couldn't identify stacked on each, perhaps thirty Ferron mares, for once, focused on working at the tables themselves, and thousands of wingblades made from the same materials hanging on lines of string from the rafters.
>Not recognizing the variety of odd colors lining shelves all across the four walls, you have to squint in order to tell that a dazzling number of sea shells, carapace fragments, claws, and other debris were fitfully stacked together.

>The filly's face immediately brightens into a smile at you, hazelnut eyes widening as she lifts a hoof, frantically waving it while she squeaks out in Common Equestrian, her Caribbean accent amusing but not difficult to understand.
"Hello Razorback human and welcome to the Sea Shack!"
>Hoof placed down, the filly's chest puffs out proudly, rear hooves kicking up and down as her wings lift above her head, squinting while she carefully speaks her next sentences as if well memorized.
"We've got tons of weapons, armor, sea shells, raw materials, already made bricks, and lots of treasures from the ocean, and we do custom orders too! My mom or sisters can cook anything you bring in, and we buy pretty much anything. So... um, what's the next part? Oh, yeah! What can I help you with?"
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The L.O.N.T GM
zzeWo
?
No.203173
203203 203280
>>202925
>"OH!" The old Unicorn stumbled on his hooves a bit at the sight of the new human coming into his view, being too preoccupied on the Chitqu' armour. "Hello there to you too human."
>Karl saw a human in medieval looking armour with no gun in sight talking with a patchy coated Unicorn that was the proud owner of a well groomed moustache, definitely not the weirdest thing the Operator had seen.
>Also said human had some bright orange eyes too.
>The prisoners were Observing Karl, the ponies and Gryphons whispering among themselves. "What's your name human?" Said the Unicorn, interested immediately in Spruces clothing.

>>203094
>Returning his attention to Adon, Golden nodded. "Indeed, they're uh..hmm. How do I put this, mechanical beings that come from a dimension that is mechanical as well. I am not a savant on the subject but I do know what their otherworldly aura is like." The pony smirked but to Adon he looked worried.
>The apparent lead of the herd was a large pony that had no wings or horn, but plenty of scars. He turned from the new human to Adon. "We all good here human." Despite his hoarse voice he sounded grateful.
>Turning around the Witcher saw the new human was almost right next to Golden Horn, whom was studying his equipment. It was certainly something he hasn't seen before.

>"I'm just going to assume that your original plan was not slave-freeing out here deep in the woods, eh Adon?" Asked Golden Horn with an intrigued glance between both humans. On his shoulder the Chitqu nodded, its small arms crossed.
>"And you-" Golden pointed a hoof at Spruce. "-you out here on behalf of the Gryphons? I heard rumours that the Vale is hiring humans for work."
>The same hoof rubbed his chin in thought. "How odd that that this is happening."


Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.203179
203191
>>203171

>Pareidolia leans back into the couch and stretches his gloved hands.

[Hopefully this will remain organized.]

"By date. The only sensible way to organize those kinds of materials. Please continue to follow the system I have laid in place."

>Standing and arching his back, he looks around the Pagoda noting how many individuals were present.

"I will be back for what was promised. Need to confirm a few things first."

>Heading off to his room in the barracks, he idly fishes out an unassuming iron sphere.

[That Inquisitor suggested improvements be made in preparation. Threat level of that clone Celestia is high. While not ideal, I would rather expose a Class 3 to Committee technology than any pony or native inhabitant of Tallus.]

>Upon entering his room and ensuring nothing had been touched, he dials his radio to a frequency Anon would hear.

"I have a question for you. Discuss it in person in the barracks."
Clemenchy
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.203181
203283
>>202706
>Clem gives Naliyna a smile and a nod
>Good to see her getting some help with that bureaucratic mess she has
>Even if she dragged Pare into it somehow
>Clem looks over to the couch and sees that disc she mentions
>He takes one and looks it over
>They can't be giving out those wish things so must be something...
>>202799
>Clem looks over Jeff's squad
>Small little group, seem like for scouting
>Mercy and...
>Well, he heard Sunny so that
>And that weird little Construct
"Hey Jeff.Yeah, taking a trip to the Basin Village. What're you up to?"

Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.203183
203195
>>202711
>Zhun watches the noble as she exits out of the Enclaves
>"She seemed fine on her way out. Ok."
>He makes his way over to the gateway as well, greeting the two others standing by
>A gryphon and a minotaur
>Somewhat familiar with gryphons, seeing some of those mill about on base
>Minotaurs are a bit more rare, seen in passing readings
>For now, neato
"Yeah, she seems nice. She might have something planned tonight with that tone huh?"
>Hearing the minotaur talk, however, makes him internally agree
>"Yeah, politics prevail even here..."
>Zhun sees the two pieces of paper the rhyming gryphon produced
"Oh sure I can do that."
>Zhun takes both of them and stashes in a pouch, trying to lessen the folding
"Seems weird yeah. Well, I'm off. You too have a good one."
Preparations: A Mystery of the Moors
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203185
203283 203289
>>203057
>Raising a hoof to press onto her snout, Mercy sighs in an aggrieved, stiffly offended tone, swaying again.
>More than a LITTLE buzzed, for sure.
"Lilac, Drifting. They were raised with earth.. ponies and do not understand that performing.. lewd acts around others is wrong, espe.. cially fillies. I want to kill them but.. I should not."
>White eyes staring around her hoof, the Spirit Walker's face twists in abject loneliness, whispering in a tiny voice.
"Better than expec.. ted. I am glad to have Malyne help me with.. Patches, but I am no dam or.. broodmare. I feel hopeless, Jeff, she is so.. frail, and fragile. What was done to her I cannot.. even try to imagine. I cannot help her and it.. eats at my consciousness."

>Quickly downloading a recently revised topographic map of the Moors, the TacPad's map calculates straight distance figures from Basin Village to the crypt's location, ending up at 17 miles.

>>203125
>Lifting a forehoof and twirling one of her long mane locks around, Naliyna's lips purse smugly, eyebrows raised in mock innocence.
"Oh I dunno... maybe sit on it? I've heard long rides can make somepony awfully sore. Better to be comfortable while you can!"
>Eyes narrowing at the rug placed on Tipper, the fuchsia Crystal mare makes a direct, bold series of physical movements at you which read: 'I'm going to punish you so hard'.

>Behind, a loud, jagged groan of actual anger is made, one heavy wing slapping into a pony's face, Mercy's vocal ire reaching a level that it temporarily halts Naliyna from further threats.
"ENOUGH! ..I feel as if I am watching Lann.. debate that stupid Inquisitor on which silks.. make the best blankets, sheets, and pillows!"
Citadel Combat Medic Frost Egg
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203190
>>203059
>Lifting a hoof to eye her frog, the Combat Medic makes an incredulous snort.
(No, no, you have tripled my worries. And I thought harpy devices were awful but at least Eleyana doesn't torture us with her damned 'gen-ehtic tests' anymore.)
>Shifting the hoof onto her chin, the mare gazes at your stasis field with a troubled frown.
(Caliya? I don't know that name, but in my sincere medical opinion it is for the best that you consider your own survival first. As for the cyclic Construct preservation pods I will NOT allow a single one to be opened until we know what's inside them. More than eight hundred Lunars and Crystal ponies have been killed by opening those bucking things in the past fifty years.)
>Eyes drifting to the Clinic's entrance for a bit, Frost Egg's snout twitches several times, leaning back to give a dismally humored tone.
(Really? A young predatory elk? In principle I'm going to say that idea is insane. If you have to interact with any of your allies, Lunars, Moorites, or Kingdom Crystal ponies they'd be quite hostile. I'm from the Empire Lowlands, mostly Imperials there, we've had problems with pred-elk for a couple hundred years now. Damned things get outnumbered ten to one and they don't stop charging until they're all dead. Wouldn't you be better served by having an adult body that's different somehow, maybe with Razorback's colors and a big sign that says 'don't kill me, I'm actually a human'?)
Razorback Barracks: Anon
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203191
203306
>>203179
>Doing her best not to appear guilty, and failing at that, Naliyna's ears flop in dawning comprehension, right hoof lifted and pressed into the same side's temple.
"..mom never did teach me anything about keeping paper and stuff organized. Let me write down a note for myself and I'll.. try to remember that."
>Nodding bleakly, the Crystal trader looks about for her own notepad with a glum sigh.
"That was the biggest problem, I don't think the rest is too important to worry about. And, thank you for helping out."

"I hear you, give me a second to get rid of this damned book-"
>Waiting for a handful of seconds, an iron gateway forms in the middle of the room, the flat, matte white door without a handle opening.
>Stepping out in formal evening attire consisting of black dress pants, glossy shoes, white shirt, black dinner jacket, and smartphone in his left hand.
"Normally I'd say you've got a serious problem happening and I'm all for helping out, but I'm going to warn you this right now: I am NOT going to kill any more ponies unless they're screaming for your blood or I have no choice. You have no fucking idea how bad these nightmares have been and I'm not willing to lose any more of my own humanity to stupid shit."
>Anon's mask doesn't hide the impression of an eyebrow raising, lifting his right hand in a cautious motion while the left places the smartphine inside his jacket.
"Now that that's done, you wanted to ask something, ask away."
The Enclave
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203195
203365
>>203183
>Shaking his horned head with a loud, disbelieving snort, the Lunar Lorekeeper minotaur folds his arms, right index finger pointing upwards.
"She noble, too lewd, too de-vi-ous. Po-nies need stop be-ing con-troll-ed by hor-mones else they ne-ver learn act right."
>The Gryphon slashes his left claw in the air, hissing quietly before pointing his white-trimmed claws at the minotaur.
"I don't care if she was planning on propositioning a prissy filly prostitute, it isn't our business to judge non-Lunars you barbaric bone-headed bovine!"
>The Gryphon makes a swift cutting motion to head off the minotaur's objection, head turning to you with a miffed, apologetic expression.
"Human, please excuse OUR disagreement since WE don't normally deal with ponies from Canterlot, isn't that right?"
>At this, the Lunar robed hawk-like tips his head up, eyes squinting and clicking his beak in thought several times.
"She did keep looking back in the direction where you came from, and I have noticed ponies want to interact with humans an awful lot. I don't blame them really, your species is fascinating.. maybe she was entertaining a potentially lewd thought that you might follow her, or perhaps it was more that she wished to have more time to speak? I don't know, to be honest I'm not a relationship expert, though I do read good poetry in my off time."
>The Lorekeeper minotaur makes a deep, non-committal chest rumble, offering a slight bow to you in response, afterwards lifting his right hand palm up.
"As you say, ve-ry weird. You have good night too."
Corsen
!!NqBxIZTw8.
Iggfw
?
No.203197
203297
>>28133136
>Making no effort to pick up the bag, at least not yet, Corsen brings his left hand up, pinching the bridge of his nose with a morose sigh, slipping into a heavily clipped city accent.
"Don't blame him for doing his job right, let it be. I deserved that for being an ass and you know it so if you want someone to blame, that's me."
(Either I've gone so native I don't feel wrong apologizing, or I need to stay this drugged up just to function properly-)
>Hand lowering, the Death Cultist kneels down onto his right, feeling around for the bag amongst the welcomely weird colorations assaulting his eyes.
[1d6 = 3]
<B.Perception: Touch
[1d6 = 1]

"You did state you had information pertaining to who attacked Lady Merry's mansion, correct? I was under the impression you're in one of the Canterlot military's Guards."
>Amidst the search, Corsen turns his head towards Venous with what he hoped would be a look of confusion, switching back to his stiff, strictly formal tone.
"Then again this could be a fever dream in my last dying moment lying in Whell's mansion with that pike in my abdomen. Bear in mind it has become nearly impossible to tell the difference between true reality and my own insanity.. and that is not the large amount of drugs I just took forcing me to say this aloud."
Karl "Spruce" Osmundsson
!aGuq39zDO2
wwPPv
?
No.203203
203280 203355
>>203094

>Spruce is surprised at first that this knight knew his nickname. He had no idea who the stranger was.
>His eyes though, his eyes made him unco
>He looks to the gryphons and the ponies posed defensively and then back to Adon.
"I'm working with The Vale Gryphons, they've hired me to scout out here. What are you doing out here and who are,you exactly?"
>At the mention of slavers he smiles.
>Justicehas been served.
"Good stuff."

>>203173

>Looking down at Golden Horn who seemingly has a minor panic attack at the sight of him thr operator chuckles in amusement.
>Jumpy guy.
"My friends call me Spruce. You?"
>Not waiting for the answer, he listens as the unicorn explains exactly what a construct is to Adon.
>The Norwegian honestly didnt know too much himself about the topic, but the description that Golden Horn was giving honestly wasnt very adequete, but he holds any comments on the topic.
>He nods though in response to Golden's spot on deduction as to why he was here.
>His next question though is directed at Golden Horn.
"Ya, exactly that. What are you doing out here though? Being freed from slavers?"
Ivan the STALKER
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.203229
203316 203571
>>202878
>>203038
>Fortunately for the STALKER, Ivan was too focused on being confused to notice the leering.
"Uh... no?"
>Shrugging, Ivan looks behind them towards the sounds of cloth.
>After greeting the seal with a wave, of course.
Natilda
!KjHVy9KYr2
UhWTN
?
No.203237
203338
>>202684
"Well... I can't tell what is unquiet and what's silent. I only have my eyes to figure that out."
>I just give her a look at that, frowning.
"We'll figure out something."
>From the little I know about tsunamis, I definitely know we don't want to be hit by one. I don't want to find out what would happen to Wild, she probably couldn't stay up under the pressure of the wave.
"Hopefully the towns further down the coast aren't hit by anything other than a couple higher than normal waves, then. If a big wave hits the shore I'm hoping its somewhere uninhabited."
>While Wild continues to dig, I watch the waters where I can, still unused to the idea of being able to see under the ocean.
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.203280
203355 203396
2ujQooV.jpg
>>203173
>Glad to hear that the ponies had fared well enough from being captive, he nods at the scarred leader of the group.
"That's good to hear, you all take care now."

>Turning his attention back to Golden Horn, Adon shakes his head at the unicorn.
"Not really. Just happened that way. Couldn't let you all get strung out to a worser fate."

>>203203
>The Witcher bit the inside of his cheek, mildly confused and a little offended at the other man not remembering him.
>He was normally a hard one to forget; what with the cat eyes, and dual swords, and monster-slaying profession and all.
"Seriously? You don't remember us with Ri'Vahz and Razeek help bring down that ancient cursed civilization of serpent people? I wasn't... that long ago."
>He scratches the back of his, somewhat befuddled.
Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.203283
203289 203364 203366
>>203185
>>203125
>Jeff quickly recalls both names, they were two of the mares that came back from the same auction that Foggy and the other foals were from.
"Ohhh. Them. Lilic has... zero sense for personal space. Wellll, we shouldn't try and kill them. At least for now."
>His tone and gesture easily portrays he's not being the least bit serious about the last part, though.
>Listening to Mercy explain Foggy to him, he closes his eyes solemnly and nods in understanding at her loss.
"Me too. I'm not amazing with kids either; luckily, Malyne's pretty low maintenance. When we return, I plan to ask Shanis about her. Apparently, she's really good with foals like Foggy. You're welcome to come with me, when I do."

>After looking over a zoomed out map, he approximates that with traveling through the Moors between thirty to forty minutes; pending on how rough the terrain was. Looks like they were going out of the Basin, anyway.
"Okay, it's around seventeen miles out. If we keep a good pace, it should take around half an hour to get to the crypt from the village."
>Walking back to the packed atv, he mounts the seat and turns on the silent power crystal engine.
>Jeff looks back at the outlined mass of Mercy on the rear rack, and pokes her in the flank out of humored annoyance.
"Should give YOU some time to sober up. Heh."
>He gives the Polaris some silent gas and crawls it onto the translocation stone, and brings up the runic selection for the Basin Village.

>>203181
>Before he activates said location rune, Jeff stops to look over at Clemency.
"I have a location of a crypt, a bit of a way outside of the Village, that we're planning to do some salvage on. Might find some cool loot, might run into ghosts or nasty crypt creatures! You wanna zip over with us, or are you still waiting on a few hands?"
!SunnyxtS66
5DK8R
?
No.203289
203364 203492
>>203185
“How bad could it possibly be? The other human vehicle was smooth enough, I even fell asleep.”
>She muttered under her breath.
“Even if we were being chased by an overgrown mole through the woods and one of them was fondling me... The nerve!”
>Sunny scrunched at Naliyna’s threatening movements, forehooves flying to her sensitive nose, sensing impending peril to it at the message of ‘punishment’.
>Sighing at the somewhat slurred speech of the partly invisible mare on the rear, Sunny put her forehooves back down on the rack and flicked an ear somewhat irritatingly back at her, not even bothering to turn her head.
“Oh put a sock in it. No one, and I mean no one can remain taut all the time or you’ll fray and snap like a piece of string, there’ll be plenty of time to be dour on mission.”
>She considered for a moment, tone returning very serious to normal.
“Unless you’re a robot... Robots can do that.”

>>203283
>Sunny fell silent to better listen to Jeff, taking note of the travel time, she didn’t know what unit of measurement he was using, but she’d have a better idea when they got there.
>Hang on, half an hour? On this thing?
“Uh... It’s safe to sit here right, I’m not gonna f-“
>The mare shuffled a bit in surprise as the vehicle started moving, grabbing for any hoofhold she could.
>She should have taken on Naliyna’s offer of sitting on the rug, her rump was definitely going to be sore after this and the thought showed clearly on her face.
>Her voice down to a whisper, she finished her sentence.
“Fall off, right?”
Different Night, Smaller Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203290
203295
>Her carapace helmet wouldn't have held long against even laspistols on the lowest power settings, that much Mallia knew.
>At least she could, and her cogitator did, give herself some credit: it was a swift death amidst great, grand carnage.

>Unlike the stories, doctrines, and rituals drilled into her thoughts, no holy songs assaulted her being sung in Binary, no blessed machine oils or incense scented, nor were the the tortured screams of Chaos servitors there to greet her, or even the sinister Hexadecimal living-code of Abominable Intelligence reaching out to ensnare her cogitation.
>There was no bright golden light of the Machine God, or the Emperor as lesser intellectual called him, to welcome her, nor lines of faithful servitors to bring her to the Great Vault; peculiarly, existence itself lacked even an iota of taint, and even should Mallia strain to listen, the silence itself was not threatening to torment her.
>It seemed that there was nothing, and even nothing was not which made death a bit boring since there was truly nothing to do.

>One thread of time stops, is forcefully bent, and instead flows outwards into another reality, through the miserable galaxy she was born into, and into those faded, wonderfully colored dreams.

>Mallia becomes aware of herself standing before a large globe of white.
>Sensing the rather basic set of Mechanicus carapace armor, the helmet was unfortunately cheap like the one that failed to protect her before, whenever before was, though the vox equipment wasn't; the armor was at least passable and had an overeager Machine Spirit active within the decently well made auspex unit.
>A single utility mechadendrite she could sense was in perfect condition, currently carrying the heft of a combat shield behind her, and her original Omnissian Axe was in the right hand.
>Her luggage was being drawn inside the expanse, sinking in with no visible or sensed pressures, then disappears once it reaches the midpoint; it was obviously scanning everything before allowing entry.
>The globe flattens, shifting down into a single white gate, so bland looking that it nearly hurt, though Mallia had no time to consider improving it before the heavy, unmistakable clip-clop of a large equine steps through.
>A horse, more correctly a mare she thought, until noting the long, spiraling horn, wings folded on either side of the mare's barrel, and a rainbow hued mane that drifted in an ethereal breeze; intelligent yet haunted magenta eyes glance the slightly modified human up and down with motherly intentions.
>The equine nods in presumed satisfaction, clip-clopping past Mallia who, through a compulsion she couldn't deny or resist, runs straight into the gate's opening-
>And arrives facefirst into the deepest pile of brown, red, orange, and green leaves in existence.
Mallia Castella
8NvEM
?
No.203295
203367
>>203290
>Mallia's mind was struggling to keep up with the intense feeling of confusion, crippling sadness, and bewilderment. She could not make sense of what she was seeing, yet she was at ease.
>When she saw the odd looking winged and horned looking equine, she experience a moment of alarm. Who -- or what, was this? But then came a feeling of solace, at the same time.

>Her face was invisible behind the dark photo-visor of their helmet, but it was stuck on a slack jawed look of awe and confusion. She wanted to say SOMETHING. But...
>By then, she had ran through the portal. With the same purpose as when she was avenging her leader's death.

>By the time she regained her senses, her helmet's visor was obscured by leaves. Strange, given that she was fighting inside a Hive City just a moment ago. Her softly blue eyes blinked rapidly, as, for a moment, she remained limp where she was. Not wanting to move. As she processed this.
>She allowed the sound of the ambiance around her to grace her ears... And then, her body flinched.

>Her hands darted across the ground, testing the ground with a touch. Then, her legs began to move. Followed by the merchadendrite on her back, following the gesture as it whirrs upward slightly.
>She pushed the ground once, lifting herself JUUUST enough to start lifting her head, darting her head up to begin to catch her bearings.

>Her heartbeat began to thump in her chest, in her throat.
>She wasn't holding her gun. She was wielding it a second ago.

>The first thing she does is automatic; darting her eyes around for her M36 Lasgun so that she could wield it once more!
>A soft, whimpered breath escapes her as she felt the fear of the unknown grip her. Frantically trying to stand up, throwing herself rapidly on her knee, and then onto her feet as fast as she could.

>In that moment, only a thought was in her mind. The thought mirrored behind the mask of her helmet by a bug-eyed, frantic stare as she tried to breath deep, more controlled breaths and ease her heart.

(Where am I?? Where am I?!)
The GM L.O.N.T
zzeWo
?
No.203297
203372
Venous .png
>Canterlot, A Lavish Residence

>>203197
>Now outside in the cold night air, Venous took in a deep breath to rid herself of the intoxicating corruptions inside.
>'Horrible uncouth place, I will report it for sure!'

>Snorting, the off-duty Honour Guard ignored Corsens' words, even though they rang sense.
"Nay, if he did do his job right he would not have assaulted you with your own coin purse."
>The voice belonged to the mare Corsen had roped along to follow him, yet instead all he saw was a tangerine cloud wash into his perception rather than a mare.

>Searching for said coin bag the drugged up cultist fondled the cobbled ground, well not a cobbled ground to Corsen. To him the stony street was a landmass of hard-as-rock boobies that were slick with midnight condensation.
>A blotch of orange came and went out of his view, it having pushed a violet rock in front of the Operators' wondering hands.
"Looking for this human?"
>'He truly is lost without me for the time being, how unprofessional of me to of allowed this to happen!'

>She raised her head high, chest filled with pride.
"Indeed I do and am, however I must Bequeath you with the truth that spending such a scant moment in that horrid place has made my mind murky for a heartbeat. This does not dissuade me however, now that you have your-"
>Her postulating was cut short by a sultry chuckle echoing further up the empty street, coming from one of the Drugmares shadowy companions.
"Hello there sweeties, sowwy to ruin your moment but the flammable liquids you ordered are in here~"
>Her voice made Venous coat stand on end, reminding her of what was happening inside the Bar she just escaped.
>'Do not betray me again you snatch of a harlot!'
>The mare indicated with a nod of the head to the satchel bag she carried, it appeared laden down with a few bottles.
"What does she mean by that Corsen?"
>Venous gave the fucked up human a stern look, the sort of a disapproving mother would give to a colt for doing something disapproving.

>Through the haze of substance abuse Corsen remembered that the Drugmare said that there was a guild for Packmares, but not where of course.
>Fucking ponies.
>Or fucking himself for not asking or being interested at all!


Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.203306
203373
>>203191
>Pareidolia removes the seals and clasps on his helmet with a hiss of air and sets it on the desk in front of him.
>He gestures to it while eyeing Anon.

"I need to know if you are able to improve the functionality of this helmet by improving durability and integrating a tactical assessment suite with the capacity to link to a network."
Razorback Pagoda: Home of Luxury & Laziness
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203316
203571 207355
>>203038
>Flipper setting back down, the seal giggles merrily at Raidor a squeaky young tone, snuggling back into Shanis' protective embrace with an even broader smile now.

>An older, yet still fairly young sounding Crystal mare speaks from behind the Captain, half-snarling, half-annoyed.
"I take it you both went to Tartarus Isle."
>That was a direct, accusatory statement, and not a question.
"Should've come with damn it, Shanis and Zigri haven't even tried to control all the mares there. If you ever have to go again bring at least half a squad of mares that you can trust NOT to hoof you over for debauchery."

>>203229
>You had definitely noticed the leers, seductive looks, and flashes of pony butts in your and Raidor's directions.
>Sadly it was easier for you to believe that you hadn't, although cognitive dissonance would only help you until the worst possible moment.
>The white seal's eyes shut as her smile somehow widens even further than before, lifting her flipper again and waving at you.

>The cloth sounds were from Naliyna's tent-stall behind you, the trader folding hundreds upon hundreds of ridiculously plush blankets and carpets.
>The fuchsia Crystal mare lifts a hoof in greeting to you, then returns to her sorting and stacking.
Kraut Spacewizard
!w6m/AkYQPo
U/Kel
?
No.203319
203374
>>202921
(Bah, fine. I'll focus more on myself instead of the multiple people I nearly killed or abandoned. Also those pods had an injured pegasus, a "modified" batpony, some reptile thing, and a very injured minotaur.)
>The new elk image zooms in on its face as it adopts a chesire grin.
(Oh if only you knew what old Razorback's been cooking! Let's just say that due in part to us, the predelk here are just a liiitle different. They're curious lads here, freshly sapient. I think I'll stick with at least the predelk choice just so I can meet the other factions first and not have their developing minds filled with their hate. Either way I don't feel like turning myself into Razorback's mascot.)
>The image zooms back out and sits on its haunches, deep in thought.
(I might go with a young buck instead of a fawn though, depends on functional differences given that it will likely be a golem body unless somepony wants to make a crystal elk shell. Ask Denra what kind of functionality differences I'd be looking at.)
Lost in the Crag Moors: Stuck (In The Middle Of) You
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203338
204113
>>203237
"Noun: Anima; description: the generally positive energies which sustain a living being such as yourself and harm unliving beings such as Undead. Noun: Animus; description: the generally negative energies which sustain unliving beings such as Undead or Spectrals, and harm living beings such as yourself."
>The left screen makes an odd bleep noise, Wild's left hand lifting another complete pegasi skeleton from the wreckage, carefully removing the rusted steel armor before placing it back onto the sand.
"Were this one filled with Animus, it would attack me without hesitation or logic. It is silent and has.."
>Ceasing all of her functions to search for a relevant word, the Eldritch Android physically sighs, a sound that rattles your cabin.
"Abdicated Tallus, and all of her worldly possessions. I believe that if any of the skeletons here attacked me due to the effects of Animus that they would be in the right. As none have done so I regret the decision to scavenge, but I've no choice. My protocols are clear: you must survive at all costs."
>Continuing her retrieval from the wreckage, the clock ticks down to '8:30' remaining, wrenching free more metallic debris from the sand, tendrils and arms storing crushed and smashed weapons, armor, and a large anchor inside the other, currently destroyed cabins.
"Recalculating impact vectors, analyzing residual sonic displacement echoes, cross-referencing known schematics.. failed, searching for alternative databases-"
>Suddenly halting from further searching into the wreckage, Wild produces a short, nearly human-like snarl of angered frustration, the right screen composing a
"WARNING: density of waveform analysis projections confirms one Construct vessel impact! Diameter: approximately three times the Construct Assault Vessel's hull; weight: approximately four hundred tons; distance: thirty to forty-five miles currently off shore. Estimated speed of undamaged travel: unknown, presumed to be in excess of one-hundred fifty miles per hour. Estimated minimum time of arrival: twenty minutes. Natilda, deliver your orders now while I take everything possible!"
>Heaving forwards, Wild Ride slams both of her damaged fists into the sand covering the sunken ship, a pair of medical tendrils snapping around you before getting thrown into the screens.
[1d6 = 6]
<Left: Scavenge
[1d6 = 2]
<Right: Scavenge
[1d6 = 1]
<Retrieval #1
[1d6 = 2]
<Retrieval #2
[1d6 = 1]
<Retrieval #3
[1d6 = 2]
<Retrieval #4
[1d6 = 6]
<Retrieval #5
[1d6 = 6]
<Retrieval #6
[1d6 = 4]
<Arcanum Sensors Array
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The GM L.O.N.T
yGM2B
?
No.203355
203396 203569
>>203203
>Hearing the human address him snapped Golden horn from ogling at Spruces attire and gear.
"I uh yes! Well met Spruce, I am Golden Horn. A Unicorn as you can see."
>He pointed right at his horn with pride.

>Looking back at the group a warm smile widened his snout some.
"I was studying out here for clues, I was also the Slavers latest captive so I wasn't exhausted enough to not do magic anymore. As for why my colleagues sent me out here, I am investigating unique magical signatures exclusive to this area."
>Golden said with enthusiasm while he gave a critical eye to the Chitqu.
"And I am starting to believe there is merit to such assumptions."

>>203280
>The large Earth pony gave Adon a nod and silently went back to staring intently into the distance, stance locked in place as others went to rest with the luxury of not having ropes around their necks.

"Oh how kind of you stranga."
>Joked Golden Horn over his shoulder as the Witcher returned to the Unicorns side.
>With both humans next to him now he turned his head back and forth between the two as they exchanged, perplexed too such a degree by what Adon said he went cross-eyed for a moment.
"Whaaaaa..."

>Recovering from his stupor with a sneeze and head waggle, Golden gave a new appraising look at both humans.
"So you two DO know each other, all right then. I had thought so originally but I didn't comment, since all humans come from the Fortress and all."
>With a cough and a scuff of a hoof he quickly moved on.
"Anyway I remember the name of the pony you are looking for Adon, he goes by the name of Excelleon these days. It is said he moved to somewhere near the border to the Order."
>His face wrinkled at the names mention.

>Jumping up and down the Chitqu agreed, then climbed up onto the top of the Witchers' head much to his pain. Up there the furball pointed towards the same mountain Adon was travelling to through a break in the forests canopy.
"I...see."

>A small bubble of aura stroked the old ponies moustache as he turned from the fuzzball to Spruce.
"Mister Spruce, do you believe you can accompany us and lend us a hoof. Seeing how you two worked together I believe you'll be like caramel to a sweet apple. Mmmm, sweet apple."


The L.O.N.T
yGM2B
?
No.203362
203378
>>203026

>As the Ethereal addressed him Lont gazed over to him and nodded in respect, his hands working on their own on Tacit.
"Thank you, I figured as such for fire at least. Tell me, how many other Wards are being hunted Belregard?"
>'Does he mean the little filly? Must be, since it appears she is having a rough time.'
>Of course it was the filly that needed to be avoided in the clusterfuck of an aftermath, its just how this world worked.
"No headpats for her."

>Searching the EMS bag proved futile, as there was nothing left. Everything was spent on Tacit and he was only now looking like he would barely live. Worst still he needed to be moved so he can finish killing the Ward.

>Deeming his work done on the Earth pony Lont observed his surroundings again; with the monsters now incapacitated he could breath a little more easily despite Belregard nearby.

>His attention fell onto the literal broken mare that was searching for bits and pieces of herself.
"Need help with that, miss?"
>He said, looking for pieces of mare too, he can still be of help.
[1d6 = 3]
>E.Perception
[1d6+3 = 4]
>Thermal
[1d6 = 2]

[1d6+1 = 7]
>H.E

>Tacit still needed attention, but not from him. He was sure there was a medical mare somewhere that will help him.

Preparations: A Mystery of the Moors
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203364
203492 203496
>>203283
>Jaw clenching tightly at your nod, Mercy makes a small sideways flick of both ears, one of the less common pegasi signals for deep thanks.
"When time permits I will assist."
>Merely scrunching her nose from the poke, as well as flexing her flanks uneasily, the blind white mare smiles cryptically.
"I have never once been sober while performing.. my contracted duties to Razorback."

>>203289
>Eyebrows raising, Naliyna drops her smug act while lifting her shoulders in a broad, forgiving shrug that read: 'I was only joking before'.
>At least she tried.

"I have long earned the right to snap when.. I wish."
>Cocking her head in an unusual manner, the Spirit Walker's nostrils flare, her muttered tone half-content, half-cold, phasing back into her own reality with a snort.
"You have not the slightest idea what 'robots' are.. capable of. Perhaps you should meet one alone.. as I have."
[1d6+4 = 8]
<E.Auto-Ambush
[1d6+4 = 10]

[1d6+4 = 10]

[1d6+6 = 9]
<E.Auto-Stealth
[1d6+6 = 12]

[1d6+6 = 10]

>Lifting his free hand, Boris taps the front rack, turning around to stare at the blank space behind Jeff, then returns to his previous grasp, rocky monotone changed into one of tempered annoyance.
"That is enough. Miss Feathers, Miss Mercy, is that correct?"
>Head tilting at a silent answer, the Golem nods succinctly.
"Very well, I shall state no more. Regardless, this is neither the location nor correct place. You may settle this mutual dispute on your own terms after the current objectives have been completed and we have safely returned. Failure to comply with this honorable request will result in acquiring immediate neutral assistance to remove both of you from this mission. And, you may indeed fall off Miss Feathers, non-standard configuration human vehicles are not meant for comfort."
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.203365
203381
>>203195
>Another thing to agree with the minotaur
>Zhun internally chuckled
>"Lewdness and ponies..."
>He became puzzled about hearing Pearl Lake and her prolonged interest in him
>Maybe paranoid, maybe careful
>That puzzled thought turned into slight shock after hearing about potential lewd or even a relationship
>"I only been out of that room for some hours now? Already being taken interest in."
>Zhun knew about other operators and humans in general
>Even heard it himself...
>Didn't think he'll be one himself
>Pushing the thoughts away, he gave a wave to the both of the Lorekeepers and headed off to the translocation stone
>Once at base, he looks around his surroundings as habit before going to the Command Bunker
Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.203366
203492
>>203283
"A bit of an exploration detail? And in a crypt. Hmm..."
>He ponders the effectiveness of his kit
>Mainly his now signature blade
>He looks up and gives Jeff a grin
"Yeah I'm in. What's one more pair of hands to help. I was going alone over to the village to scout the skies but company is good too."
>He steps in line with the group he's got
Different Night, Smaller Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203367
203397
>>203295
>The world around you was completely dark, only the pale shafts of red light from flitting through clouds high above permitting the barest illumination.
>Digging through the supremely large pile of leaves in search of your lasrifle, you eventually come across the small Mechanicus hardcase containing its highly prized techno-interfacing and hacking tool, the standard issue Mechanicus backpack commonly issued to initiates, a single laspistol some time later, and finally the lasrifle after tearing apart the pile.
>Taking both lasweapons into your hands, the MIU connection begins reading out information directly into the sole micro-cogitator implanted within you; likewise unusual was the sudden knowledge that all of your previous implants, save for the MIU and Mars produced micro-cogitator were removed.
>Despite that, you felt inconceivably.. whole in your own body, yet so physically weak to the point that you weren't sure what had caused such degradation.
>Processing the MIU's information readout, the laspistol is definitely yours: in fact it was the very first one you had been issued, a rather shoddy, sub-standard STC variant produced on many Hive Worlds, its Machine Spirit unruly and disliking the strange environment you were now in.
>The lasrifle in your other hand was a brand new and standard M36 Mars Pattern, the Machine Spirit groggily refreshing its electro-synaptic responses; while it was newly encased within the M36 pattern, its Spirit at the very least was not quirk-ridden like so many others were.

>Collecting all of your equipment, you find a single dataslate, one standard Mechanicus tool and fabrication kit, and a combi-tool that had fallen with you from the strange realm.
>Checking them over for wear or damage, each likewise as puzzling: all of them were your initially issued equipment as the serial numbers and marks perfectly matched.

>Outside of your visual range and barely within hearing, something felt.. off.
[1d20 = 13]
<Razorback Surroundings: New Everfree Event

Corsen
!!NqBxIZTw8.
Iggfw
?
No.203372
203778
>>203297
>Serenely watching the living cloud passing before him, Corsen lifts a hand to cover his eyes for a moment, then pokes at the skullcap covering his forehead.
"I insulted him first. And don't neigh at me you fruit tasting weather formation or I will find a snow cone."
>Spending a few seconds to best feel the delicious ground protrusions, he stares down at the strange rock in wonder.
"Was I? ..yes, I was, thank you."
>Carefully picking it up and storing the bag into a side pocket, Corsen turns only his head towards the familiar newcomer, grinning under the mask in delight.
"My thanks, you may have saved my life more than I care to tell. Tell your boss to get at least double what she did tonight before next week and I will pay for it up front whenever ready. You.. probably know where I am freeloading, send a letter there."
>Turning to Venous, the Death Cultist puts on the most severe frown that he could manage, not realizing it wouldn't be seen, then reaches over to pick up the satchel with a sarcastic sigh.
(This equine xenos is going to be my ruin..)
"What are you, my mother? No, wait, she died during the.. nevermind. It is simple: flammable liquids. Do you want to taste them before I do or is that a crime?"
>Slinging the satchel around his neck, the cultist stands up slowly, suddenly well aware of his mistake in taking both drugs at the same time.
"Getting back to what you said, and before you start shouting, first: yes, I have what I need. Second: if you intend to help me out then I will likely be returning here often to unwind and acquire valuable materials.. and drugs."
(Ohhh fuck, this isn't normal even for me. Thanks for fucking me over so hard before Khorne's murder-party on that damned ship Slaanesh, now I can't even resist the drugs on this weird marshmallow flavored world-)
>Carefully bringing up both hands and touching his pack, medical satchel, then his pockets, Corsen exhales slowly, doing his best to speak in a calm, friendly tone, although he knew it probably wasn't.
"Third: I will try not to do anything too disturbing to you, but I will not promise against painting your nude sleeping form, it is an art form that all must learn to appreciate. Fourth: where is the Pack.. Packpony Guild? Was it Packmare Guild? Packfilly Guild maybe? Whatever, I will need to keep myself as lightly equipped as possible and need someone to carry my essentials."
Razorback Barracks: Anon
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203373
203484
>>203306
>Placing the smartphone inside his vest, the green masked human withdraws another silver disc with the same hand, then tosses it into the air before you, slowing to a halt two feet away.
"Almost forgot, this is yours. Don't keep 'em around for too long, weird shit happens otherwise."
>Raising an eyebrow at your exposed face, Anon rocks back on his heels, the right hand making a casual wave to the improved wish disc.
"If you use one of those, absolutely. If you don't.. hm. It's hard to know what I can do, and I'm not exactly positive I can ever remember the how. I'm essentially a gestalt of sorts for humans. At least, now I am.. and don't ask about before, that's not a topic I will ever be comfortable discussing."
"To explain a bit, if a 'thing' or a piece of knowledge exists on Tallus, or the outer omniverses where humans come from, I can cross through Celestia's Era Lock gateway to acquire and bring one item back. Often times I find that 'thing' in a damaged or destroyed state without being able to search for others. That's normally a two way trip, and it's a real slog to go back to the same world over and over again. Also, I can only salvage 'things' under eight tons, something about her gateway's protocols prevents any more than that. I've tried, only makes bits and pieces show up."
"Honestly this probably answers a lot more questions than you were expecting to get, so I'll try to keep it simple. Short version: I'm the physical cumulative embodiment of all knowledge, abilities, capabilities, capacities, and ingenuities of humanity.. to a point. I can't access human worlds beyond a certain era, one that I don't understand anything about and am quite frankly scared to try entering. The Others I've encountered are rather terrifying in their own ways. Well, except that freaky Inquisitor bitch, really need to kick her new pony ass some day."
>The tall humanoid lifts his left hand to rub his chin, the mask frowning as he does.
"Durability I can manage no question. Black sapphirine would retain the original integrity, provide better protection, and maybe act as a photo-lens if I can figure out how, but the second part is awfully vague. If you have a specific system in mind that exists on your world then I can likely acquire a copy, then make it fit and function without much issue, otherwise I'll have to spend a while trying to cram in as much as I can. Then again.. Crystal technology is pretty impressive. That might be a good replacement, but only if I could ever figure out how their systems function."
Citadel Combat Medic Frost Egg
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203374
203498
>>203319
(Blame should only be given when a direct, purposeful failure occurs, not before then. Snakebite will survive without question.)
>Succeeding in the difficult attempt not to scowl, Frost Egg jabs a hoof down at your stasis oval, pausing to furrow her triple-colored eyebrows.
(A 'modified' batpony? That.. that is not good at all. I'm going to require at least a squadron of Destroyers before I even consider allowing that pod to be opened, An injured pegasi and minotaur I can hoofle, but a reptile? That one I'll need to be very careful with.)
>Placing a hoof on her hose and lifting before letting out a sigh, the Combat Medic stares up at the Clinic's ceiling.
(The way you say this, I don't really want to know. We all thought Twisted Wing was either tossing horsefeathers or exaggerating about these 'sapient predatory elk' that she loved to spend time with. For right now I'll just accept the fact that I can't even be bothered to feel anything more than concern.)
>Head dropping back down to stare at your physical body, Frost's entire face contorts, caught between a variety of unreadable moods.
(Sapients that know anything about pred-elk either despise, hate, or fear them, except for Druids, but I don't trust those thieving, drug loving whorses one damned Bit, and you want that damned playcolt diplomat means to figure out what kind of 'functions' it could have? You do realize he.. nevermind. Can I just say that I'm having many second thoughts after giving you ideas or is that less professional than telling you that this idea is nuts? Wait a bit before you answer, I need to think about this carefully.)
>Forelegs lifting and putting the hooves together, Frost's eyes close, head bowing for nearly a minute before she nods.
(Either I'm nuts, you're still nuts, or this stupid, crazy idea might work. Just bear in mind that this is me thinking aloud here, I don't have the authority to grant any of this, and I certainly don't want a part in it, have too many carrots on my plate as is.)
(Let's see.. well, crystalline shells can use their host's senses, regenerate their body so long as they can collect their own fragments, and are able to perform resonations similar to Crystal Runes that allow the host to copy their own abilities, but they can also be made, er, 'fully functional' too. The growing period I don't know much about, was in the Warden's 4th Healing Division, never had much contact with the 1st or 8th, those were the ones responsible for taking care of the shells. Golem shells on the other hoof are generally a bit hardier if slower, probably can't taste, touch, or smell, and can functionally shapeshift to some degree, but that requires the creator to initiate and complete the process. Elemental Golems can be troublesome if they have specialized weaponry or additions, and are generally weaker than non-elemental variants. That's about the extent of what I can remember for sure, sorry.)
The Crystal City-State: Cleanup Duties...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203378
203783
>>203362
>Bending down to pick up handfuls of Empire crystal and depositing them into a pile in front of the unremarkable mare, the Champion's bucket head turns, four yellow eyes narrowing in thought.
"Myself, Lord Tacit, Miss Elezith Melodine of the Conclaves, and the human mare eliminated three criminal Wards during the past two Tallus weeks. The criminal Wards and their flesh golems were incinerated or destroyed when encountered. The human mare was released from her physical vessel due to prior extraneous circumstances. None remain that we are aware of."
>Turning back to his work, the Golem makes a short, loud grinding sound.
>Of all possible events, Champion Belregard was LAUGHING!
"My warning was intended that you do not suffer from her utter lack of individual space requirements or overeager curiousness. The human mare did not like her, as she stated, 'antics'."
[1d6+3 = 8]
<E.Perception: Feel
[1d6+3 = 5]

[1d6+3 = 7]

[1d6+5 = 9]
<E.Reform
[1d6+5 = 10]

[1d6+5 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 5]
<Ethereal Eye
[1d6+4 = 5]
<M.Scavenge
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 6]

>Heading lifting towards you, the shattered Crystal pony, most of her face was still shredded, both eyes and ears missing, nods with a grateful smile, although the damage to her legs was mostly repaired by now.
>It occurred to you that this was one of Cadence's extremely rare Crystalline Shells: a Crystal pony saved from true death, the soul transferred to a precisely grown copy of their original body, which from time to time required 'maintenance' in the form of being sung to for a few hours each week.

>Coming across pieces of crystal not from the Ethereal Golem, the smooth fragments and chunks of definite Empire make were scattered across the entire southwest intersection.
>Collecting what you could for now, the amount, when compared to what the pro-wrestler mare had lost, was far more than it looked like she'd lost.

>The south flesh golem could be seen, and heard, trying to break free from the permafrost surrounding it, though appeared entirely trapped and was rapidly freezing inside.
>Lying north of the hailstone ring, the curious looking filly was dead asleep, barrel heaving up and down in quick, ragged motions, her inhales strained and indicating she'd over-stressed herself out of desperation.

>Hearing a foul coughing noise to the north, Tacit rolls off the strange Ward's mostly dead corpse, ending up saddle to saddle with the body.
>Despite their age, the smelling salts still worked.. somewhat.
Razorback Fortress: The Command Center
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203381
203499
>>203365
>The Gryphon and minotaur bow their heads to you, turning to walk south while they continue their previous argument.. loudly.
"Now if you'd listen to me, that noble wasn't being devious!"
"What could po-ny no-ble not be de-vi-ous a-bout?"
"She didn't so much as resist and even asked if she could look at the damned boat!"
"Plot-ting, bi-ding time to es-cape."
"Are you joking? To where exactly? Escape INTO the fucking ocean where everything can kill you in less than a minute? Why am I still stuck with you!?"

>Popping into the Pagoda, it was just as empty as before, except most of the couches were covered in piles of expensive looking blankets and rugs.
>Making your way without incident to the Command Center, the door was mostly closed on a single fully armored Arcane Blade pegasus, half the neck and head inside the doorway.
>The pony makes a quick double wing shake, backing out and automatically pushing the door shut with a front hoof, turning its helmet towards you.
>Giving a short, silent nod, the Blade breaks into a canter past you, turning south.
>Entering the door proper and stepping in, the only sounds you could hear were a cup of coffee being set down, someone, or something, snoring softly under the map table, and a tired groan from the DJ in the back room.
Karl "Spruce" Osmundsson
!aGuq39zDO2
wwPPv
?
No.203396
203569 203777 203782
>>203280

>Spruce stares at Adon a moment, a most perplexed look on his face.
>Then his expression begins to crack into a grin as he cant hold the serious look any longer and bursts out laughing.
"Hahaha! Got you good huh? How you been Adon? It's been a moment since we've last seen each other!"
>It seemed he had just been fucking with him.
>Or if he had actually forgotten, he was playing it off pretty well.

>>203355

>Spruce gives the pony a look.
>This was a strange one indeed, even for an equine.
>Why couldn't everycreature on this world just be normal?
"Uh... Ya, sure. Of course I'll help you all out if you need assistance. I owe Adon one for covering my ass back in Ri'Vahz."
>He looks over at the Chitqu, entirely unaware that this isn't a normal thing that just happens on this world.
>The Norwegian had seen so much crazy stuff in such a short amount of time that he wasn't even surprised by the talking, floating furball anymore.
>Especially not after meeting ghosts, fighting undead monster-snakes, and blowing up pillars that might as well have been made out of solidified evil.
>This seemed quite tame in comparison.
"... So, what magic stuff are you looking for out here anyways?"
Mallia Castella
lvmXn
?
No.203397
203482
>>203367
>A wave of apprehension hits Mallia as she dug through the pile of leaves, the forcefully moved leaves giving off a excessively noisy swishing sound that was foreign to her ears. And then the items; some of which she does not remember having kept during her short time in the Imperial Guard's service.

>Though as she retrieved the item and her MIU began to activate, another dreadful sensation washes over as she processed the information about her weaponry, and all other items at her disposal...

>She remembered about the hardcase and her backpack, and the dataslate, but her laspistol used to be more... Maintained, as far as she remember. The Enginseer crouching down to briefly turn the thing from side to side. But that was not all.

>Her family heirloom, her baleful eye, was gone. She reached up a hand to her visor as if to touch something through it -- shifting and blinking her eye, no longer seeing that familiar HUD it usually displayed.

>Her body siezes up and she becomes tenser than rockcrete. She takes in a breath, and already something else is off. She was breathing with a painful normality.

>Where were her sacred bionic respiration system and life support systems? Her respirator unit? And why did she feel so... Naked? Her cyber-mantle, her potentia coils, her electoo inductors...

>She refreshed the MIU's interface twice. Then trice, then patted and touched at the seams of her shoddy carapace breastplate. Poking beneath her robes and against her red uniform beneath.

>Her eyes and brow furrowed with concern. Her mind was sluggish as it got used to the change.

>By the time her mind snapped back to reality it had been a few seconds already. She glanced up and briefly focused her thoughts ahead, and around to the woodland around her.

>Almost immediately, she felt her senses sharpen. She could hear her heart thumping in her chest unaided by mechanical parts, in her ears.

>She accessed her MIU's interface to enable the Preysense vision of her visor and start looking around. Throwing her vision into the infrared spectrum within the blink of an eye, as she slowly scanned her surroundings.

[1d6+1 = 2]
B.Perception + Preysense Vision
[1d6 = 4]

>At the same time, her body lowered itself slowly without looking much to what she's touching and acting out of muscle memory. Moving slowly to holster her laspistol, and pick up the M36 lasrifle instead, propping it up against her side and under her arm -- within reach.

>And then she began to pick up all of her holy wargear and consecrated tools. Stuffing the dataslate and the combi-tool into the backpack, alongside the tool and fabrication kit and the mechanicus hardcase with the hacking tool, before hastily picking it up to wear the backpack as gently but as quickly as possible and securing the items with her mechadendrite.

>Then she lifted the lasrifle again off her side, and wielded it with both hands; propping the butt at the elbow, at her hip, in a practiced, trained stance. Disabling it's safety with a flick of index, but keeping the finger off the trigger.

>Casting a few glances towards the wrist-mounted auspex scanner to enable it with her MIU without having to touch it. Setting it to detect motion around her position as she wielded her rifle, and remained crouched on the mound of leaves, perfectly still. Giving the underbarrel of her weapon a little tense squeeze..

[1d6+2 = 6]
CQ. Auspex Scan

>She held her breath. Fully expecting to be attacked at any moment by more chaos spawns.
Different Night, Smaller Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203482
203721
>>203397
>Beyond the necessary micro-cogitator given to all Initiates, the standard MIU, and the lone utility mechadendrite implanted onto your spine, you were physically, disturbingly whole, with all of the human negatives and positives.

>Activating the visor, it flickers a few times, infrared sensors and optics parsing scrap-code which display red bars, tiny logistic wafer making a barely audible click, and, finally, the Machine Spirit resets into a waiting, unprogrammed state.
>Your natural eyes, at the very least, functioned decently enough in the odd red light, micro-cogitator processing information in tandem with your brain.
>The giant leaf pile you'd landed in was next to a gigantic, light bark colored tree that could probably hide a trio of Warhound Titans inside with space left, many more of the mind-boggling trees could be seen across relatively flat land.
>The forest, if it could even be called that, was beyond spread out: aside from small, rounded bushes, vine clusters, patches of unusual plants, and short tufts of grass that looked like they'd be eaten on recently.
>None of the flora species were familiar, though everything here seemed to survived in small strips of canopy space directly between the massive trees in large junctions of flora.

>The auspex hums to life eagerly, its Machine Spirit giddily processing vast reams of previously unknown data:
>The tree directly behind you was immensely water-filled and, if the calculated age was correct, less than two-hundred years old, while a massive colony of large insectoids was burrowed deep beneath the roots along with a large biomass, producing enough heat to register.
>Towards the patches of flora, a notation of code popped up, one of the plants contained a poisonous chemical, though the rest were merely listed as potentially edible.
>As the auspex continues to greedily decipher the alien environment, its constant search for Warp taint finds absolutely nothing, the flora containing unusually vibrant, broad spectrums of natural energies, including trace amounts of a peculiarly durable metallic substance within the gargant tree's bark behind you.

>Somewhere ahead of you an astonishingly clean, fully untainted trace of potential Throne-energies registers; the Machine Spirit willfully cancels all of its other duties, immediately recompiling the last datum from scratch.
>Self-checking for scrap-code infection or dataviruses, it finds none, although the auspex does note a powerful mass-sensor interference blanketing the environment.
>The Machine Spirit rereleases the previous report to you: potential Throne-energies detected, no taint, no corruption, unknown distance.

>In the distance to your right, the peculiar sound of massed wings approaches, the loudness and density indicating a likely swarm.
>Seconds later, countless bright red, green, yellow, orange, and several blue avians of some sort, roughly the size of your hardcase, pass by the gargant tree far right of you in curious spherical formations end to end, though their appearance was puzzling:
>the creatures were distinctly reptilian, two large wings, a small head attached to a long neck, and curiously small claws attached to thick, muscular hind legs, yet the glowing colorations assumed some form of adapted bioluminescence.
>Now quite far ahead, the winged reptile swarms break apart without warning, spheres of similar colors landing quickly and begin singing, or more correctly, crooning of some sort.
>Quite loudly, as a matter of fact.
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.203484
203551
gits_section_9__4k_ultra_hd_wallpaper__by_bobdotexe-d7blkov.jpg
>>203373
>Pareidolia nods once, grabbing the disc out of the air and setting it next to his helmet.

"Noted."

>He nods slowly a few times, waiting for Anon to finish with his explanation.

"Your explanation matches Organization classifications for Class 3 beings."

>He takes out a pen from his desk drawer.

"Then after I attempt to improve my helmet, I would request you use black sapphirine to enhance my helmet. A photo-lens would be essential if my wish succeeds."

>He writes onto the wish disc: 'Improvement of Committee NBCA Helmet. 1) Neural Operating Algorithim Heuristic (NOAH), 2) Durability'

[1d6 = 2]
< Silver Wish Disc
[1d6 = 1]

Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.203492
203496 203500 203711
>>203364
"Thanks, Mercy."
>Jeff looks back at her with a relative blank expression, wondering if he should follow this path of insobriety while working.
>… nah. He's done that once, already.
"Nice."

>>203289
>As Sunny asks him about the questionable comfort of the racks on the atv, he nods to agree with Boris who pretty much speaks for him.
"Myeah, even if you do hold on pretty good all it'll take is me to slam on the brakes and-"
>He make a light screeching sound with his mouth, followed by a 'WOOSH' make a flying motion with his hand.

>>203366
"Oh. You want to come with us?"
>Reeling his hand away from the runic icons, the selector fading out, Jeff looks for any more room on the Polaris.
>Finding none to accommodate anyone else, he scratches his chin to
"Hmm… okay. I'm gonna have to switch this out then."
>Jeff looks at Mercy, Sunny, and Boris, gesturing them an apologetic shooing of the four-wheeler.
"Okay. Dismount, I'll be back real quick with something roomier."

>Once all three of them remove themselves from the Polaris, Jeff backs up through the Pagoda and drives it back to park it over by his house.
>Grabbing the empty duffel off the back, Jeff powerwalks over to the Workshop where all the big vehicles were currently being pooled.
>Good, no one had signed out the Dagor. He loves that thing.
>Chucking the duffel into the back he hops into the driver's seat and turns on the diesel engine, pulling it out and driving it on back to the Pagoda.
>He slows up to the building, and crawls it on in to not squish anyone and parks it on top of the translocation stone.
"Alright. Hop on in, and let's roll out."
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.203496
203711 203759
>>203364
>Earned the right to snap? Like she's proud of it? Sunny let loose a tired and slightly impatient sigh.
>She kept her mouth shut after Mercy's reply however.
>Best not to antagonise the mare before an operation.
>She did, however, roll her single eye unseen.
>The 'no fun allowed ever' type. Tiring. She might be high strung almost all the time, but even she knew how to loosen up on occasion. It was good for morale.
>Although, Mercy was also probably still upset at the mess Dancing Eyes and herself made in the Alchemy lab, and other reasons.
>She wasn't going to apologise.
"You're absolutely right, Boris, and I apologise."
>Damn.

>>203492
>Looking between Boris and Jeff, Sunny folded her ears back briefly at the thought, then snapped them back to an alert position.
"Well, that's one way to fly I guess."
>Having been told to dismount, Sunny did so immediately, shooting Naliyna an amused glance in defiance of Mercy, just this once, she couldn't help herself.
"Looks like I didn't need the rug after all."
>Giving the car a short sniff first, Sunny silently questioned its lack of doors where the other human vehicle had them, shrugged and clambered onto the back seat at Jeff's order.
"Yes, sir."
>Hopefully she wouldn't fall asleep this time.
Kraut Spacewizard
!w6m/AkYQPo
U/Kel
?
No.203498
203715
>>203374
>The Kraut image nods in approval at opening the more benign pods.
(Very well then. Tell me if the pegasus is Vanil; he's a little small and completely black.)
>He shakes his head.
(Oh stop being such a worry wort. The predelk are generally nice and we'll figure out some way to introduce them to the rest of Tallus without their immediate genocide.)
>The fawn image turns its head in confusion at Frost's emphasis on 'fully functional' until he realizes she meant lewd functions.
>The image then sat up enough to wave its forlegs as if to say ceasefire.
(No no no, I didn't mean 'that' kind of functional. I meant more like tool manipulation and 5 senses sort of functional. That being said 'that' kind of function would still be appreciated with how this world tends to run itself. Regarding the shell, is it hard and cold to the touch? I'm... not so good at expressing myself outside of touch so I'd rather not compromise on that. As for this idea being crazy; it certainly is. But I think it could be a good way to introduce ponies to the idea of tolerable predelk; I can't imagine they'd be quick to kill a cute little fawn trying to tell them that there are sapient predelk now.)
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.203499
203712
>>203381
>Zhun waits for the pegasus to finish its business before heading in
>He can't remember if he ever been inside of it
>He shrugged it off on it being usually inhabited by the higher ranking members
>Zhun looks around for the bulletin board or anything like it
>Before he does, he does sneak a peak into whoever is under the table
Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.203500
203711 203759
>>203492
>Clemency waits patiently
>One, because it'll be quick for whatever Jeff's going to get
>Two, to stay out of the crossfire between Sunny and Mercy
>He steps to the side when he sees Jeff with the Dagor
"Neat, finally get to ride in one of these things."
>Clem looks around the vehicle and then checks his gear, making sure he had all of his gear
>He then hops in the Dagor, calling shotgun
Razorback Barracks: Anon
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203551
203638
>>203484
>Pausing his hand movements, Anon's head tilts, staring into, or possibly well beyond you, for a few moments, a sensation of deep, crippling fear emanating from his mask.
"...somehow I know exactly what you mean by that. Princess Celestia has been on your world, and so have I, so let me preface what I say after this with some context: I am you, you and most every human on this world. Human actions influence me in ways I can't even try to stop. Unless you're wishing for something, I can't leave Tallus for longer than a few minutes, even into the Planes, otherwise I'd be trapped in those omniverses or whatever with no possible means of getting back save for a majority of the inhabitants wishing me to leave."
>Regaining his composure, Anon reaches back into his vest to pull out a small chime, chuckling briefly.
"Conceptual Class 3 Antagonistic Proto-Diety with the power to change events in this world and defy it's laws for your sake or not.. or something like that. Fact: I am you, and you? You're me, however you make that turn out. Don't like it? I've gotten used to it. Anything that isn't for humanity's benefit is either secondary or a lost cause. All I care about is humanity's survival."
>Head turning right several inches, then back to you the green skinned humanoid reaches out to take the silver disc and your helmet in either hand.
"What might seem like a minute to you is hours for me. Not that I'm complaining but it'd be real nice to have an actual vacation, you know? Anyhow, I'll see what I can do."
>Nodding once, Anon spins towards the gateway and enters, the door fading from reality as he does so.

>Stepping back out less than half a minute later with two helmets, one partially black and the same size as your original, the other completely black and somewhat larger, tossing the first to hang into the air.
"The good news: I retrieved one of Project N.O.A.H.'s early-ish prototypes that went missing in field, figured out a few crystalline tech things, and managed to incorporate them together. Couldn't fully reprogram everything so I had to make due with switching all the A.I. models into.. well, derivatives of Razorback ponies and a few allies. Translation errors, coding problems, and a real janky bug that would cause the internal screen to freeze up. Black sapphirine is a bitch to get ahold of these days but I had enough stashed under the couch. Bad news: I'm still clueless on how crystalline-biotechnology actually works, couldn't incorporate a photo-lens but it will darken about halfway. Already tested and it works pretty well, though I'd recommend to close your eyes and turn anyway."
>Lifting up the other bubble helmet to stare at, then rolling it around in his hands to peer inside, the question mark on Anon's mask splits into three, a visceral air of confusion rolling off him.
"And for the weird news: I can't remember what this one is for, why I have it, how I made it. Also.. I think this might fit a pony. You didn't ask for that, right?"
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.203569
203777
>>203396
>Adon looks at Spruce with uncertainty, as it looks like he fakes himself out even though his masked expression is unreadable.
>He'll just assume he was joking.
"Heh. Yeah, you got me. Been good for the most part. Long story short: I'm trying to get the little guy here to the top of a mountain and convince some dick unicorn to get its enchanted armor removed."
>Adon points toward said small animal of mention.

>>203355
>Old Horn turns a head at Adon's explanation. It seems real ridiculously far-fetched, when you hear it out loud.
"It's a bit of a story. The Fortress? Oh, you mean that place in Equestria full of humans. Never been, actually. I came to Tallus within the Inner Kingdom."
>The Witcher nods, the unicorn finally remembering their target's name as the chiqtu climbs on him to point toward the mountain.
"So, Excelleon's his name. Hey, ow, watch it! We've been trying to get there, for some time now."
>He looks at Golden Horn, hopefully, as he asks for Spruce's assistance and sounds like he's coming with.
"Are you saying you're going to come and help us?"
Captain Raidor
GM_Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.203571
207355
>>203316
>Ears turning backward, he focuses on the crystal mare addressing him and Ivan giving her a nod in greeting.
"We made a delivery to... gel ponies at Loriat Cave, then another return delivery back to Tartarus Isle. We did not know about the... aggressiveness of the mares on the Isle. We were only there for a few minutes, but we made it out fine. Why is there such an influx of seals, anyway?"

>>203229
>Raidor looks back at Ivan, giving him a nod of thanks.
"Well it seems like our adventure for the time being is over, Ivan. I still need to find some more of you to tour Manehattan, but until then I think I'll tour Razorback's grounds myself. If that'll be alright."
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.203638
203718
>>203551
>Pareidolia turns his head to glance at the green masked man briefly.

"I understand the nature of a gestalt existence and tolerate it as apparently your presence on Tallus is unavoidable due to the forces that pull humans here."

>He eyes the strange charm.

"Close enough. And if what you say is true, then that is appreciated."

[Gestalts were always a problematic... they never did manage to control them in Shibuya.]

>Folding his arms to wait for Anon, he leans forward as the anomalous being returns with two helmets.
>His brow furrows slightly as the gestalt elaborates.

"I did not. Are both of them still functional?"
A Cryptic Lunar Crypt: Basin Village
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203711
203759 203796 203815
>>203492
>Tool bag slung off, Boris hops down to land with a much heavier thud than was normal while Mercy slips into her pocket dimension for the time being.
>Arriving at the Pagoda, the Belligerent tosses his mechanic bag into the rear, then climbs up after it, sitting down inside the cavernous space opposite the Spirit Walker returning to reality, the two settling down to play a quick game of hoof, hand, and snout.
[1d6 = 6]
<Boris the Belligerent
[1d6 = 3]
Mercy

>>203496
>Besides the scents of steel, rubber, cloth, the acrid stench of fumes, and a curious Eldritch twinge, there were a rather large number of human and pony pheromones present inside, one in particular being off somehow.
>Sitting down into the back bench seat, it was surprisingly comfortable and was fortunately well suited to taking a nap on.
>Picking up on Naliyna sighing aloud, the trader's ears flop down in temporary defeat.
"Just remember you owe me FOUR, I'm keeping track."

"Your apology is accepted Miss Feathers, however, I must err on the side of caution in stating that Miss Mercy has long proven her worth to Razorback in combat. It is a most difficult task to be the only active defense against the many Eldritch-touched, Spectral, and other unnatural beings which assail this location nightly."
>Came the tiny bipedal Golem's response, the vehicle rocking back and forth as something else settles inside, accompanied by the sound of a bottle being set down.
"Yes? Very well, I thank your assistance."
[1d6 = 1]
<Arcane Blade: Alchemical Gift

>>203500
>Finding everything in order except for smelling of strong whiskey, which wasn't much of an issue to you at this point, the Dagor's front passenger spot was less comfortable than most pilot seats, though the curious lack of a side door was not an intelligent design choice.
>Or, more than likely, weight saving issues were responsible for that.

>Leaning over the tailgate after the first round's game, Boris stares at the Vortex Remnant's matrice, exchanging unpronounceable words with the living Eldritch gateway.
>Accepting the request, the Dagor and its five occupants are given the royal treatment, shifted through a light red hued, fuzzy tunnel without any vertigo.
>Landing upon the Basin Village's large translocation stone with the barest sensation of movement, the entire village square was packed with angular armored Destroyers in unruly ranks.
>Hulking minotaurs covered in the steel and brass trimmed robes issued to Hegemony forces were passing out both large and small, newly steel-cased manabombs, the gleeful batpony marauders sticking the amber-covered weapons onto each other, a few even settling down for a quick nap while covered in volatile munitions.
>Judging by the loud, happy kees and snickering present, the suicide squadron moods were beyond ecstatic.
Razorback Fortress: The Command Center
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203712
203814
>>203499
>Peering under the map table, one of Razorback's less seen veteran squad members, one of the more humorous Arabians you recall seeing now and then was passed out on top of two Empire mattresses placed end to end.
>Outside of his full kit piled above his head and the heavily damaged rocket launcher he refused to allow Krinza to repair cradled in his arms, one of Razorback's close pony allies, a deep red unicorn mare from one of the Starborn Villages, was silently snoring saddle to back with the Arab, the pair likely having just returned from one of the night's many problematic operations.

>Remembering the Bulletin Board west of the Command Center, as you lean out the door the lone figure of Emerald, DJ Lonestar's rival on air and probably the most pacifist of Razorback's number passes by with a sheet of paper in one hand, several recently made brass nails in the other.
>Following the ex-stripper to the covered board, she pins the paper up on the Mercenary Requests side, pausing to toss a mirthless smile your way while waving a hand at the, for once, covered corkboard.
"What's up Zhun? Haven't seen you in a while. Don't mind me, lots of high profile incidents, events, missions, and happenings going on. Just trying to keep up with the workflow has been a nightmare, and not the cute giant horse kind that likes hugs either. Need something put up or put on the radio?"
Citadel Combat Medic Frost Egg
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203715
203959
>>203498
(Once I have a full squadron available I will do my best to see the survivors recuperate, however I must have destroy the cyclic stasis cells for security reasons, Lunar law prohibits functional Construct armor, weapons, devices, and other miscellanea from being owned. Constructs do not like like anything of theirs to be possessed by another species, and I'm not about to risk an incursion force here after the Citadel was attacked earlier tonight. Best to be safe than sorry.)
>Poking at her snout thoughtfully, Frost makes a short, unreadable motion with her hoof.
(It is quite rare that Constructs take prisoners, they generally execute all survivors. While it is strange, I've read some accounts of such 'modified' survivors, but they tend to go utterly berserk upon being awakened on account of the technological.. replacements I suppose, to their bodies. The batpony will likely rather die than accept her fate, but I'll do what I can regardless.)
>Staring down at you with a critical expression, the Combat Medic simply flicks her ears in disbelief.
(You do know that every village or town within a half day's trot of the Old Everfree or New Everfree forests have been plagued by predatory elk, yes? They've even reached the Empire Lowlands in the past decades, and now inhabit the otherwise bleak forests surrounding Gozka. If you are correct about them being 'generally nice', they had best be truly different or they're going to be very poorly received.)
>Frost Egg rolls her eyes while giving a rueful smile, waving her hoof in a 'no' motion.
(I don't think you're not going to have much a choice in that regard. Crystal shells and Golems alike are very time consuming and expensive to produce so it's highly unlikely that the creator is going to accept such a lack of functino. For the most part, no, shells are incorporated with heatstones and coldstones so the host can control internal and external temperature at their own discretion. Manipulation would be quite difficult unless you have some esoteric means that can be copied, otherwise you'd be relying on hooves and mouth, so that may not be the best of ideas. As for hard, no, it's nearly impossible to tell the differences between flexible Empire crystal and a Crystal pony's natural hide, much like this-)
>Placing the same hoof on her snout and pushing the soft tissues in, Frost sets the leg down, shrugging afterwards.
(That even I can accept. Cute things are rather hard to dislike, unless they have razor teeth and like eating ponies. I'll send a letter to one of the Warden divisions responsible for shells and do what I can to convince them in that regard. Don't expect them to be accommodating to such an odd request, they don't like moving away from perfected designs.)
>Head turning to glance behind her, Frost Egg calls out a series of clipped phrases in one of the Crystal pony languages, nodding once, then returns to give a polite, apologetic smile.
(Good news: Snakebite's physiology is accepting skeletal reconstruction of quartzine and kanpri well enough, although his skin is.. well, a bit thicker and tougher now. The team is rather tired and they're in need of replacement materials. They intend on attempting to treat the other human later tonight or tomorrow night. I'll share what I've learned with them later, but right now I'm going to collect at least one Destroyer squadron and see what I can do about the stasis cells. If there's anything else you want to learn, or share, let me know, otherwise I suspect I'm going to be quite busy.)
Razorback Barracks: Anon
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203718
203808
>>203638
>Lifting the smaller helmet and placing it over his head, Anon speaks muffledly while apparently testing out functions.
"Trust yourself when I say that I'd like to give up this job and go sit on a beach in the middle of nowhere doing absolutely nothing for however long I live. Just don't expect the weird lady, the small batshit crazy Inquisitor, or the dead Revenant to abide by the average human era's rules or gestalt properties. First one is verifiably scary, second I can't even bother to deal with, and the third I don't like on principle, bastard would rather stick with some insane mango-crazy batpony than anything else."
>Removing the smaller helmet after a few seconds and tossing it into the air, Anon repeats the same process with the larger version, then holds both side by side to weigh them.
>The mask's right brow raises as he slowly nods, once more tossing the small bubble helmet into the air towards you.
"Yeah, they work correctly as far as I can tell outside my improvements, but-"
>Digging back into his vest to pull forth the chime, made of the same lightly glowing material the Moon Orbs are, the humanoid glances from it to the larger helmet, frowning as he does so.
"Moonbutt really didn't explain how this thing works, might have to get her help in a while. Guessing I made a copy of sorts for the opposite species of humans, that being for ponies, with the same technologies I used on yours. Only real difference is this one-"
>Tapping the larger helmet once, question marks combining into the single large one as he lifts his shoulders.
"Doesn't have a copy of the Artificial Intelligence unit. I'm just going to give it to.. I don't know, maybe the blind one. Or that map maker, he might appreciate it more. Anyways, got something else for me to do?"
Mallia Castella
soO70
?
No.203721
203726
>>203482
>A quiet, displeased grunt comes out of Mallia as her eyes briefly dart towards the red bars as she feels the scrap-code the visor gives off. She briefly flinches slightly as she tried to get a feel as to why the machine spirit was this annoyed by prompting the cogitator to give her a report of the error with a brief Litany of Access.

>A second long droning sound begins to emit from deep within her throat. It does not distract her much from her surveying of the land, as the preysense visor resets and awaits another command.

(Techna-Lingua) "Dear machine spirit, what is wrong? Allow me access, and tell me what troubles you; let me mend the damage they have caused."

>The signal undulates slightly, as if speaking with a sing-song tone. Almost like a song, except that it outwardly sounds like a soft, droning chant to onlookers. Gently reaching up a hand to stroke it across her helmet to, perhaps, find the bullet hole that had killed her just a few moments ago and damaged her machine spirit.

>While her hand inspected the helmet for damage, the mechadendrite on her back gave a soft, whirring noise as it's joints move to put the censer near her helmet, and billow a small plume of blessed incense against and around it, to further soothe the machine spirit. Fussing over the thing as she does everything to make it feel better, quite worriedly.

[1d6+1 = 6]
B. Tech-Use + CQ MIU
[1d6+1 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 6]
Blessed Incense of the Omnissiah

>Despite her current state of mind, and situation, speaking in the holy language of her cult put her in a more tranquil state. Taking a deep breath as she prepares to see the source of her machine's problem and hopefully rectify it quickly if possible.

>As her auspex's more cheery machine spirit began it's function, Mallia's eyes drew themselves over the patches of flora that were being scanned; taking note of the one that was marked as "poisonous" for later, as she idled where she was -- taking in the information, holding the lasgun in a firing position.

(No taint, at all?)

>The Enginseer's head recoiled slightly in surprised, looking down to her auspex briefly as it detects such a degree of purity. And not just because she was still unmolested by the enemies of the imperium.

(That's... That's incredible...)

>And then the auspex detects something else. Something that made her eyes widen like dinner plates behind the visor of her helmet,

"What--..."

(Throne energies? Where in the warp have I ended up? How far have I gone, even?)

>She was so taken aback that she ALMOST shifts her attention away from her preysense visor's maintenance. She was thoroughly nonplussed for a moment, and she simply crouched there, on hthe mound of leaves, holding her breath as her lips twitched as they began to smile with slowly building excitement.

>Finally her glance would draw itself towards the giant tree that was behind her as it, too, was scanned by the trusty auspex. Her head would have to tilt backwards to see it fully, also taking note that there was no metal ceiling overhead.

>She, in spite of herself, lowered her lasgun slightly. She found it to be... Well, beautiful. In a pure, and new way that she couldn't fully understand.

>Her lasgun's sight drawing up to follow her eyes somewhat, but her finger remains off the trigger.

(Metal, inside the tree? How does such a mineral form inside of a tree, even one this size?)

>But before she could get too excited, her body tenses up and her lasrifle raises again, as her eyes spot the various, colourful, glowing, flying reptiles.

>At first she began to shift back, as if trying to hide slightly between the colorful leaves beneath her -- trying to use the camouflage of her armor to her advantage. But, as she did, she actually consulted the micro-cogitator implanted within her -- which told her that these were unlikely to be aggressive at this time, not to mention how far away they were.

(Does this mean I am not actually on a death world? Is this how dad feels every day? This is amazing!!)

>So... She simply sat there, enchanted by the sights before her. Quietly observing the mass of wildlife as she grins like an idiot with child-like wonder. She felt like an explorator in that moment. She felt that much closer to her family. And she felt the urge to watch how the reptiles behaved while she waited a while for her preysense visor to be mended.

[1d6 = 5]
B. Perception
[1d6 = 5]

[1d6 = 6]
U.Stealth
Different Night, Smaller Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203726
203727
>>203721
>Sensing the lines of code from the Preysense's bioplastic wafer, it had been stunned into confusion by the unusual energies emanating from the environment around you, forcing activation of its reset protocols to prevent both malicious possession or datavirus infection.
>This was one silly Machine Spirit for sure, even if its defensive subroutines were correct the timing was poor.
>Feeling across the helmet with your perfectly whole, eerily human hand, you find no damage whatsoever, except for the crude marks of recent manufacture and shipping.

>Glorying in the pleasant incense cloud, the carapace visor assumes a ready state, scrolling thoughtforms of Binary emitting silent recorded praises to the Omnissiah, the work of a decent Tech Priest to be sure.
>Not having activated the auspex again, it simply repeats the code-lines of information from its previous scans of the environment: what little it could determine about the metallic compound was in such trace amounts it would take several tons of bark to extract a single ounce.
>Reading back through the auspex data, the notations on the Throne-energies pops up again, though the eager Machine Spirit's ingrained protocols ensured it didn't perform further scans without your orders.

>The basic Biologis information installed delivered several sets of data showing the abnormal creatures ahead were performing late season mating rituals, the environment around you indicating late fall before winter.
>Watching the reptiles closely, same colored pairs begin to split from the swarm, presumed males based on their larger and more luminescent forms than the darker females, hop into the air.
>Leading their opposites into random directions, several sets of pairs fly past you, the small reptiles either purposefully ignore your existence, or simply don't see you as a threat.

>The sensation of sinking through another spectrum of reality takes place, far less concerning than entering the Warp while protected by a Gellar Field, yet still strange.
>Glancing down at the lasrifle in your hands nearly disappearing from sight, only the vaguest outlines of your body let you know that you weren't being sucked into the Warp or an unknown hellscape.

[1d20 = 19]
<New Everfree Event

Mallia Castella
soO70
?
No.203727
203737
>>203726
>Mallia was happy to stare for a little bit and squint over the flying reptiles as they fly past and around her. A soft, squee-filled breath exuding from the enginseer.

>She felt a sort of... Sensation wash through her as she slinked down onto the leaves to take advantage of her camouflage. But she doesn't instantly acknowledge it.

>She was so busy sight-seeing that she almost tunnel visions entirely on the tree. Before she'd look down towards her Auspex on her wrist still repeating the notation of throne energies.

>And it was then that she finally saw it. Her body was nearly invisible and she doesn't remember activating a cloaking device -- nor does she remember having one in the first place.

(What-HOW-WHERE-WHY?)

>Her breath shudders as she tenses up and recoils her head slightly from where she is, but represses the urge to vocalize her confusion as she lifts her hand to stare at it from closer up.

(W-what's happening??...)

>The leaves swished beneath her ever so quietly as her body shifts and her head looked back to the rest of her body, blinking in shock, before going back to her wrist mounted auspex once more.

>She briefly pauses as she evaluated her priorities... Then gave the Auspex a few polite commands, using her MIU to do it within the split-second.

>She imputs a query to quickly scan HERSELF to try and detect what kind of energy she is giving off at this point, to pin point a source or a cause,

>Then she imputs a queue'd command to briskly attempt to further analyze the throne-energies and pinpoint the source for investigation.

>All the while her "new" hands began to twitch nervously to tap at the barrel of her lasrifle... Seeking comfort in it by gently petting along the Imperial Aquila emblazoned upon it's side.

>Putting most of her faith and attention on the auspex.

(Come on, Cutie, tell me where to go. What's happening, dear? I trust you.)

(Techna-Lingua) "The Omnissiah protects..."

[1d6+2 = 6]
CQ. Auspex scan.


Different Night, Smaller Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203737
203739
>>203727
>Definitely failing to register a Shadow Cloak, Cameoline device, or any of the other myriad techno-sorcerous devices at the Administratum Mechanicus' disposal, the auspex's sensors begin their task of gleefully analyzing you to the fullest extent possible.
>Trying to cross-reference known energy and wavelength values to the ones of this world, the Machine Spirit balks at the task, fully unable to do so, instead creating new dataplex files on both the strange emanations seeping into your body and the one currently shielding you.
>Coming up with zero matches in its database and yours, the Machine Spirit is confused for a hundred nanocycles, then begins processing brand new reams of encrypted heuristic data.
>The unknown energies suffusing you were barely Warp-like in their own natural conditions, and while not corruptive they were potentially harmful and lethal in large doses, a small meter ticking over from 0 to 0.1 as a reference guide.
>Roughly translating several energy waveforms as purely natural and curiously elemental forces, the Machine Spirit renders a series of calculations, scanning through applicable terms from your own micro-cogitator and even the AdMech dataslate's micro-data vaults.
>Resolving multiple errors and conflicts of information after a second-cycle, the Machine Spirit labels the highly unstable, biological stealth field you were producing as 'Shadow' directly owing to its physical effects, which existed in another spectrum that was directly interlinked to the weirdly pure world you were on.
>The next was a more complex, incoherent energy trace reading as a non-Warp, fully immaterial waveform, currently in use at less than 30% efficiency as it was neither harmful nor positive in nature, the Machine Spirit simply denoting the waveform as a potential link for techno-biological inputs should a suitable means to access it be devised.
>As you consider the information, the second particular waveform acted more like a Noosphere in perfect operation, yet it wasn't at peak capacity for reasons you didn't know.

>Finished with its analysis, the Machine Spirit focuses its attentions and sensors towards the Throne-energies previously detected, spooling out much larger reams of data than before.
>The signature was approximately 240M ahead of you located at the tree the swarm of winged avians had stopped at, being a 97% match to energies registered from the Golden Throne itself, a 93% match to known temporal energies studied by various Explorator fleets, a 22% match to common psykers, a 5% match to the mutant Astropath gene-families, and, finally, a 100% match to the second most powerful Throne-sanctioned psykers in the entire Imperium:
>An Inquisitor of the secretive Ordo Chronos.

>Briefly triple-checking its information, the auspex's Machine Spirit confirms its conclusions with a short, almost smug tally of residual chroniton readings.

>Far off to your left, a difficult to understand set of sounds occur, quickly followed by a vaguely Low Gothic phrase, the voice unusually aery, annoyed, but most importantly: female.
[1d6 = 1]
<Search
Mallia Castella
soO70
?
No.203739
203745
>>203737
>Mallia was patient. The trusted auspex scanner had NEVER failed her and she watched with an intent curiosity as it sometimes failed to find references for the data it was currently harvesting.
>However, the enginseer quickly began to smile and and nod along with the Auspex's conclusion as it transmits an awesome quantity of priceless data that her sluggishly normal brain has to slowly process with the aid of her micro-cogitator.

(Unknown wavelengths... No references? Virtually impossible, yet... Here we are.)

>The Enginseer smiled with a great delight to her auspex. Her blessed device would definitely get a overhaul once she was situated.

(Shadow is an apt name, I suppose...)

>She looked at the outline of her hand, keeping calm as the small meter-reference began to tick. Though she couldn't help but clench her jaw and puff out her cheek with her tongue at it...

>All of the information processing in her head however pauses when the Auspex confirms the presence of an Inquisitor.

(Noooooooooooooooooooo...)

>Mallia's mood is instantly soured by that particular knowledge. She did not have a pretty experience with the LAST inquisitor, and was hoping that dying for the Omnissiah would be enough to never see them again.

>With a pursed lip, Mallia gives her auspex a little, pleased signal to stand-by for further instructions.

>Then she looked up again suddenly as the sound of a voice grazes her ears, like the wind, and she starts looking around suddenly.

>The fact that this was a POWERFUL psyker made her blood freeze in her veins with fear, her body giving a little shiver as she nearly curls into a ball on the leaves, not wanting to expose herself.

>Yet, she speaks. One way or another, they were still allies. And she feared for her life if she somehow spooked the inquisitor.

(Techna-Lingua) "TheOmnissiahprotects."

"... Inquisitor?"

>Mallia's errant voice meekly called out, whilst still hiding in the Shadow for the moment. But, after a second of hesitation, she begins to stand up from her prone position, lowering their lasrifle and looking towards the source of the noise.

"T-This is Enginseer Mallia of the Adeptus Mechanicus! Kalderian 37th infantry division!"

(This is where I get blown up, isn't it. If the last one was THAT bad...)

>She quickly began to scan around for the inquisitor, using her MIU to quickly enable the preysense vision once more for a moment, pressed by an urge to spot them quickly and make visual contact as they expose themselves by standing up fully.

[1d6+1 = 4]
B.Perception + Preysense vision
[1d6 = 5]

Smaller Knight, Different Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203745
203748
>>203739
>Processing your question as an order, the auspex's Machine Spirit performs a systematic recompiling of its data for 3.8 seconds, then relays the same precision information it displayed a bit ago:
>The distinctive trace of Throne-energies produced by a definite, uncorrupted and untainted Inquisitor psyker of the Ordo Chronos at an unknown time period, though it had to be recent.
>This Machine Spirit was sincerely good at its job, if not a bit more feisty than usual.

>The visor flickers once, displaying a good infrared spectrum readout through the screen while reading off the datawafer's information through the shoddy carapace helmet, your vision sharpens significantly while further datums are noted.
>The Throne-energy touched tree that the reptiles had clustered around faintly glowed in the infrared spectrum, the average environmental temperature was a somewhat chilly 40 degrees, the various flora seemed to be perfectly normal at the same, while the many and varied winged reptiles were above 110 degrees, probably an error due to their bioluminescence.

>Turning back and forth to locate anything significant of note, you eventually catch sight of an unusual bright red, 100 degree or so figure well off to your left, that of a four legged equine in some form of ancient knightly armor.
>The armor was fairly reflective and thus metallic, though the xenoform was significantly smaller and at least two feet shorter than the horned white mare you'd seen before.
>Watching the equine xenoform glance about for a few seconds, its front shoulders lift, as if shrugging, the head bending down as it winds its way around the bushes, vines, and grass clusters, quite obviously searching for something.
[1d6 = 1]
<Search

[1d6 = 5]
<New Everfree Swarm Reaction

[1d20 = 6]
<New Everfree Event

Mallia Castella
soO70
?
No.203748
203751
>>203745
>Mallia's eyes lingered over the tree which seemed to give off the energy she seeked. For a while she observed the reptiles as they gathered, but that wasn't her priority in that specific moment.

>Almost immediately she stood up fully. Extremely confident that she was now fully visible; or so she thought, after having announced her name, affiliation, and regiment.

>Though she instantly freezes up like a golden statue as she laid her eyes over this xenoform. She could've mistaken it for wildlife, but it was wearing armor and looked too familiar to give that definition to it; especially when it shrugged.

(... Can they not see me? I'm... I'm standing right here, or is she ignoring me?)

>The Enginseer does not make a move. She looked down at herself, lifting a hand to herself to check if she was still wrapped in the Shadow; then back at the equine with quickly growing astonishment; nonplussed once more.

>She doesn't try to announce herself again. But she, instead, followed it with her glance; readying the lasrifle at her hip to aim towards the equine JUST in case...

(We must scan that xenoform. The armor looks ancient. Perhaps this is some sort of Xeno Feudal world?)

>Without hesitation, she gives the Auspex another prompt. She directs it's scanning relay towards the equine to scan it, and it's belongings, and get every reading possible on it. Watching it go on it's way, looking for something.

>In the meantime, she begins to move. VERY slowly and VERY carefully to start getting off the mound of leaves and on the opposite side of this 'knight', to remain hidden while she 'followed' it.

[1d6+2 = 4]
CQ. Auspex Scan

[1d6+1 = 7]
B. Perception + Preysense vision
[1d6 = 3]

(There is no way it did not hear me... It is either deaf and blind, or the Shadow affects sound as much as it affects sight, too. But I thought I stood up...?)

>The Enginseer begins to worry a little bit, checking the meter gauge offered by her auspex about the Shadow's dosage on her unprotected body.
Smaller Knight, VERY Different Heresies...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203751
203779
>>203748
>If a Machine Spirit could smile, the one controlling the auspex's functions was certainly trying to as it tore through cross-referenced biological and metallurgical data with a state of joy that was almost neurologically obsessive.
>The equine xenoform's armor was, according to the compiled data, a soft, low-carbon steel alloy supplemented by large amounts of silk or similar biological material, possibly even grass, the steel itself giving off an indeterminate, potentially defensive energy reading that, to the Machine Spirit, wasn't unnatural.
>As for the xenoform itself, it was not only warm-blooded, it produced more heat than its armor was able to absorb and vent even in the crisply cold air.
>Similar to the previous reading, the xenoform was offputting a large scale energy waveform: an elemental aspect combined with a micro-gravity effect which seemed to produce a limited anti-gravity field.
>Currently unable to decipher information worthy of your notice, the Machine Spirit simply tags the xenoform as having an approximate 47% chance of sapience.

>Despite having shouted, the shadow effect had not faded, still retaining your previous state of near invisibility, and while your footsteps on the leaves underneath felt normal, the sounds caused by your movements were less than a tenth of what you expected they ought to be.
>Visually inspecting the xenoform, its armor was indeed styled in a rather advanced knight pattern, including a segmented helmet complete with a snout mask and blue lenses covering the eyes.
>Large, overlapping steel plates on the legs, barrel, and neck moved in relative silence while the rest of its body was well armored, providing what seemed to be maximum possible protection, although the xenoform's armor featured a distinctive, out of place metal saddle in the center.
>The now highly visible equine's right side had a single large wing, covered by bladed plates extending from the barrel, connected to a series of small armored joints, the edges of which shone quite well under the red light, indicating a high degree of sharpness.
>Running across a series of small, anomalous energy readings, the auspex Machine Spirit denotes it was unable to continue scanning since it could find no references to match them.
>Unexpectedly, the equine xenoform stops, one foreleg bending forwards and upwards at an unnatural angle to be placed on the mask, sneezing loudly which, in an amusing manner, caused some the winged avians nearby to emit grinding cackles.
>Shaking its head several times in rapid succession, the xeno places its foreleg back down, continuing to search through the bushes and clusters at a slower pace.
[1d6 = 4]
<Search

>Far behind you, a lone, faded crack is heard, silence spreading through the forest for a brief moment before the reptiles continue their courtship rituals as if it hadn't happened.
Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.203759
203796 203815 204050
>>203711
>>203496
>After everyone mounts the Dagor, Jeff opens up the location menu and inputs the Basin Village.
>A quick tunnel and the group appears on the Basin's translocation disc, any immediate progress being held.
>And what appeared to be a small army of Lunar Destroyers all clambered in one giant mass in walking area- as well as driving area, in this case.
"Ohshit."
>He stays parked for a few moments to take in the commotion, needing to head North North-East out of the Basin.
"Last thing we need is to run over a batpony carrying enough manabomb to blows us to pieces."
>Other than a few Hedgemony minotaurs strewn around, it was mostly suiciders packing the Basin's street.
"They must be on standby, in case of another attack on the Citadel. I figured things were at least quieter, for the time being, with Councilmare Ironmane visiting the Fortress."
>Jeff begins orientating the Dagor in the direction they need to be, unleashing short honks from the horn to alert any napping batponies in their wake.
"Make a hole, please!"

>>203500
>He begins to crawl through the street, as much of a pace as he can get, and turns on the Dagor's radio for some music.
>Of course, he was switching it to classic rock station.
"Speaking of the Citadel. Clem, you wrote something on the bulletin board about you disc-wishing some strike satellite into Tallus's orbit."
>He keeps his voice low enough over the diesel engine to keep it between them.
"Is that why the Constructs attacked the Citadel?"
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The GM L.O.N.T
ErEIx
?
No.203777
203782 203816
>>203396
>The Chitqu was not speaking with its tiny mouth, but rather with its body as it did spastic movements to convey a deluge of comments.

>Comments Spruce could not decipher.
"Ah that is splendid to hear from ya Spruce, the more hooves the merrier!"
>Golden Horn said with gusto accompanied by an equally enthusiastic telekinetic pat on the Operators back.

>At being indicated the furball waved again.

>>203569
"Ha...A dick is to put it lightly."
>Said the old Unicorn with obvious concern about the subject matter.

>The mention of the Inner Kingdoms triggered another moustache stroking from Golden.
"You're from the Inner Kingdoms eh? My that must of been a sight, I am hoping to one day to go there. I heard there is a pony ambassador there, though I am uncertain if that's true."

>He stopped his Soup Shiver hoofling when the question of joining Adon and Spruce was brought up, he balked, as if given a sucker punch to the jaw.
"Oh course I am! It is the least I can do for saving me along with the Ponies and Gryphons. Besides the Canterlot University has had a long standing interest in Excelleon, interests that involve the armour that is on your little friend."
>Again he pointed at the Chitqu with a horn.

>Looking between both Spruce and Adon Golden asked.
"So, since it is settled shall we go?"


Canterlot
The GM L.O.N.T
ErEIx
?
No.203778
203793
>>203372

>Corsen had an intense feeling that the orange cloud was staring holes into him at the moment.
"As a Doctor I must insist that you desist on finding a snow cone, none of the shops or vendors are open."

>Trotting up next to the human the hooded confidant of the Drugmare shouldered the satchel bag onto the cobbled street next to Venous, in Corsens' perception both colourful clouds turning spikey as they glared daggers at each other.
>'Bitchmare corrupting whore, your palace of perversions will be burned to the ground.'

>Looking down at the obviously high-off-his-taint human the hooded pony shrugged.
"I know where you live ya, heard it was burnt down or something from an orgy or somethin."
>Her sultry voice was immediately followed by Venous stern tone, a boobie stone cracking under a hoof stomp.
"That is not the case you degenerate! It was damaged by a targeted attack by a bastard of a Royal. Whom with which I shall personally lead an investigation so deep into his affairs he will be tasting my ponyshoes for years."

>The mare blinked.
"And you human, i am not-"
>Then clicked her tongue.
"Whatever, bye. Enjoy being turned into a royal rapetoy or something."
"W-wait I wasn't done with you!"
>Venous growled as she was so rudely interrupted as the mare strutted back into the brothel, not before flagging her tail to the side and showing her marebits to Corsen, who only saw them as a dark indistinguishable oval in the retreating cloud of changing hues.

>At the thought of believing he had too much intoxication, a wave of voices crawled into Corsens' ears, telling him to stop being a massive faggot and suck it up.

"I will only help you to an extent, I will not subject my body to any and all wants that parley your fleeting fancies Corsen."
>The Honour Guard Doctor said flatly, not entertaining what the human said about her.
>Snorting, she did however listen to what else he had to say. Then rubbed the side of her head with a hoof.
"Ugh, your reasoning is shockingly logical at this. Fine, I know where the Packmare Guild is. I will lead you to it only if you promise not to sully my form with your perverse hands while on the way."
>'Let us hope whatever mare he finds is as sane as me."

Mallia Castella
soO70
?
No.203779
203794
>>203751
>Mallia continued to gaze at the xenoform tagged with a 47% chance of sentience. Her eyes squinting as she followed it with her glance, studying it with her glance. Moving her lips mutely in confusion and concern.
>Though at the same time she was definitely happy with her little Auspex, who gave her comfort by keeping her informed of everything thus far.

(I love my auspex... Where would I be without my auspex...)

>She gave a brief, positive resonance towards her machine spirit. Although only briefly; as she queries it to check how much of it's physical memory was currently occupied at this time. All whilst not really moving, or looking away from the strange, armored equine.

>Up until the moment she hears the 'Crack' from behind her. Her eyes widen, her breathing stops, and she tightly grasps her lasrifle; as she is instantly thrown into alarm.
>She spun on her combat boots to turn around, and then swiveled her lasrifle towards the source of the noise, aiming her weapon towards it; slowly stepping away from it, cautiously.

>Once again the enginseer relies on her Machines for help. Using her MIU to focus her Preysense visor, as she slowly backpedals away, in the direction of the tree, without looking at where she is going momentarily.

[1d6+1 = 5]
B. Perception + Preysense
[1d6 = 6]

(What now?? What is it!? More of them??)
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.203782
203816 204138
>>203777
>The Witcher gives Golden Horn a so-so wave of his hand, as if expressing partial correctness.
"From what's been explained to me: Some Princess named Celestia casted a spell that brings humans here against their wills or something. I've only existed on Tallus for... less week. From the way everyone talks about this Razorback Fortress, it seems me appearing within Gryphon territory is out of the ordinary. From what it's worth, the Inner Kingdom is pretty hospitable. The Overking didn't mind me much either."
>Adon nods at Golden Horn's mention of an ambassador.
"Yeah. It's a pony named Stubborn Flank. Or Brass, depending on who's asking I guess."

>He nods at Golden Horn, with thanks, for accompanying them.
"Fair enough. I'm sure with your teleportation, it'll save us a lot of walking."

>>203396
>Adon looks between Spruce, Golden Horn, and the chiqtu for confirmation on departure.
>He had his swords, and not wounded at all.
"I'm ready, when you all are."
The L.O.N.T
ErEIx
?
No.203783
203813
1459809706607.jpg
>>203378

"Two weeks, you have been busy."
>There must of been more injured then Lont reasoned, too many for him to try in one night alone for sure. He would need to go into the Spire and work on the influx of patients.
>He furrowed his brow and gave Belregard a quizzical look.
"Human female? Who, what was her name?"
>Lont did not like learning something new every damn minute, his head might explode if there wasn't a break for a cup of tea.

>'He is laughing? Good, means I am getting on his good side.'
"I will try Champion, though I have been known to overexert myself to death."

>The memory of what the mare truly was as he picked up pieces of her face put his mind slightly to ease, least this was as a natural occurrence as it could get for the pony.
"There you go, glad to be of help to you."
>He did not like how there were bits still missing, though he had a feeling she would find them in time.
>Giving her a headpat he turned and walked away, no time for chitchat.

>On the way back to Tacit he stopped by the filly and gave her a headpat too, even a scratch behind the ears for being a good little filly.
"Good girl."

>It was a good thing the last "Flesh Golem" was being dealt with, for Lont knew he if had to face a fully prepared and fresh one he'd probably be dead.
>Hearing the coughing Lont looked at Tacit again.
"Ah good."
>This was a stroke of luck, since he rolled himself off the Ward he could now finish his assignment.
>Grabbing the mare by the legs the Operator pulled her away from the wounded Earth stallion, stopping at a safe distance.
>With sword in hands he began to cut her head off fully.

[1d6+6 = 7]
>M.Assault
[1d6+6 = 10]

[1d6+6 = 12]

[1d6+6 = 9]

[1d6+6 = 8]

[1d6+6 = 8]

[1d6+3 = 5]
>Flameshock
[1d6+7 = 8]
>CQC

Corsen
!!NqBxIZTw8.
Iggfw
?
No.203793
204141
>>203778
>Groaning loudly at Venous either missing his joke or ignoring it, the Death Cultist facepalms, his clipped city accent returning as he grumbles.
"If you don't stop this I'm going to lick your hooves, with or without consent, just to see if you taste how your tangerine self looks."
>Coughing to gain the xenos attentions, he stares down at cloud number one, then number two.
"This isn't solving anything. You, thanks for the delivery."
(One professional, one emotional.)
>Lifting a hand in farewell towards the associate, Corsen blinks at the unexpected yet familiar motion.
(Did it just- yes, it did. ..I should make this much worse.)
>Staring upwards, the cultist points a finger to the sky angrily.
"I don't have to put up with your shit either! You all try these drugs and see how it goes without getting used to them first! Besides, none of you even know how to worship a stallion right!"
>Folding his arms and rounding on Venous, Corsen squints under the mask, humored by her rebuttal.
"So says the tangerine flavored equine shaped cloud. Remember what I said: snow cone. I'm real tempted, haven't tasted a unicorn.. that I can think of. But no, I'll do that and worse, like-"
>Putting on his best imposing act and leaning down a bit, he points at the puffy organic creature in a vaguely threatening tone.
"Filing your hooves after a hot bath. Maybe I should wash your mane and tail by hand and tie ribbons in them! Or I could pick you up and carry you around because your hooves don't need to be touching all those-"
(Wonderful-)
"Dirty stones? I bet you'd enjoy those, wouldn't you?"
[1d6 = 2]
<B.Undivided Aspirant: Intimidation
[1d6 = 2]

>Satisfied with the delivery, Corsen makes a sweeping motion with his left arm.
"Lead on, but no promises!"
Smaller Knight, VERY Different Heresies...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203794
203897
>>203779
>Responding in an approved protocol fashion with a blessing of the Omnissiah's benevolence to you, the auspex Machine Spirit was currently running at 39% nominal data load, well below the stress point.

>Likewise hearing the sound, the equine xenoform's head snaps in your direction while speaking in an aery, half-surprised Low Gothic language, turning and slowly creeping forwards, the bladed wings raising in a defensive posture, followed by a short, sharp clicking noise.
"The buck was that? Somepony better not be breaking limbs off again-"
[1d6+2 = 6]
<E.Ambush
[1d6+2 = 4]

[1d6+2 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 6]
<???
[1d6+4 = 7]

[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+5 = 7]
<E.Stalk
[1d6+5 = 10]

[1d6+5 = 6]

>Walking backwards quite a distance in the shadowed state, the auspex scrolls a line of caution that you were rearward approaching the xeno, giving a slight update that the chance of sapience was increased to 67.29%, give or take a floating integers around 8%.
>Finally able to see around the tree, for a great distance beyond you couldn't see anything moving, only more patches of visible flora evenly spaced throughout the strange forest.
>The winged reptiles seemed to pay no attention to the noise, their mating croons continuing unabated.
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.203796
204050 204133
>>203711
>Twitching and rubbing her nose at the scents, Sunny settled in the vehicle, giving Naliyna one last look.
>And a somber and response.
"You'll just have to remind me if I make it back, then."
>Then perked back up just before the vehicle was translocated.
"I'll take double or nothing if I make it back unmaimed!"
>As the vehicle was deposited at its destination, Sunny pinned her ears back at the scene.
>Destroyers.
>A lot of them.
"...Gods above..."
>Sinking back into the seat, she slipped into the underdark so she wouldn't have to share a spectrum with this.
>And so they wouldn't see her bleed, so to speak.

[1d6+7 = 13]
< E. Stealth
[1d6+7 = 9]

[1d6+7 = 9]

>>203759
>The music was good.
>Unfamiliar, but good.
>Even if it did grate on the ears a little and make it difficult to make out any other sounds.
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.203808
203828
>>203718
>Pareidolia hefts his improved helmet, testing its weight before placing it over his head and locking it into place.
>He nods approvingly while running his gloves around the back.

"The only one of those I am familiar with is the Inquisitor."

>Turning towards his holo-laptop, he taps the central on button and withdraws a connection cord from the back of his helmet's processing unit.
>Hastily shuffling through various files until he reaches one with the visible name 'LOG BOOK', he selects it for copying, uploading, and synchronizing with his onboard AI.

[Can finally put all my cataloging to use.]

>He also initiates an additional process to create a backup copy of the AI's factory state for storage.
>Looking up, he tests his helmet's acquisition systems by focusing on the bell.

"It is better that helmet does not have an AI if it will be given to a pony. That is all I required. Thank you."

The Crystal City-State: Cleanup Duties...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203813
204142
>>203783
"Lord Tacit reasoned multiple independent efforts would cause fewer criminal Wards to attempt fleeing. Miss Elezith and I did not agree. As the human mare stated: 'killing them off with a thousand cuts is easier than us all losing one pitched battle'. It is to my utter disgrace her words were proven correct this night."
>Grunting in a tired crystalline tone, the Champion turns two unreadable yellow eyes in your direction, depositing another stack in front of the Crystalline Shell.
"I can offer little information. She did not share her history, status, prior actions, or designation within the Empire. Lord Tacit requested assistance from Princess Cadence whom offered the services of the human mare with a rightful demand to her protection. A small number of Ethereal Wardens failed to fully accept and comply with the demand. They were eliminated for disgraceful conduct in refusing to honor the laws of a goddess."
>Nodding towards the earth pony's direction, the Ethereal looses a discontent rumble.
"The Crystal Empire forces whom served this night shall be remembered with the deepest of honors. Your own intervention prevented the inevitable deaths of Lord Tacit and Miss Elezith, which.. shall take time to be accepted. I am indebted to your actions however it will take great expanses of time in dissembling to the Ethereal Wardens above my position of the intricate situations which have transpired. They are not well traveled as I."
[1d6+4 = 6]
<Ethereal Eye
[1d6+4 = 10]
<M.Scavenge
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 10]

[1d6+4 = 9]

>The Shell's entire head now reformed, face, eyes, and ears included, though was still unable to speak from the damage to her neck, giving you a relieved smile and equally grateful nod.
>As you touch her, the mare's natural feeling warmth and virtually impossible to differentiate, soft pony fur was apparent, the mare's snout twitching happily.
>Crystalline technologies were quite weird, and more advanced than they looked.
[1d6+5 = 10]
<E.Reform
[1d6+5 = 10]

[1d6+5 = 9]

>The eye-searing filly was still passed out, her breathing finally stabilizing in deep sleep rythyms, ears flicking reflexively at your contact.
>Upon a bit closer inspection, she couldn't have been more than 8 years old.

>Lying down on his left side, the heavy set stallion lifts the battered, cracked left hoof, pressing into his skull with a miserable groan, the Champion dropping into a neutral, less pain causing tone.
"Do not aggravate your injuries further Lord Tacit, I will carry you to the Melodine Conclave shortly."

>Moderately heavier than the average unicorn but less so than a Crystal pony, the Ward's body was completely limp, either no spark of consciousness or the corpse simply regenerating in death.
>Raising the Mural Blade above your head in two hands, the cooled edges burst into flame once more, bringing the weapon down and severing through the neck right below the skull, cracking deeply into the crystalline stonework underneath.
>Unlike a Crystal pony, neither the Ward's head nor body immediately began to crystallize, clear blue blood beginning to pool underneath; you estimate the process required at least five minutes to be finished.
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.203814
204052
>>203712
>As soon as Zhun realizes what's up, he quickly peers away from the couple
>Pretending to not notice the couple, he spots Emerald walking past
>He follows her to the board
"Hi. How are you doing? Yeah, I just got back into the missions."
>Looking at the covered board, he looks at it, glancing over what is requested at the moment
"Oh yes. I have two requests from Dancing Eyes I think? The gryphon who gave it to me said something about rings so I assume it is."
>Zhun produces the two scrolls and unfurls them for Emerald to take

Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.203815
204050 204133
>>203711
>Passing through the passage into the village, he looks around to see the town armed to the brim
>Destroyers, minotaurs, manabombs...
>Dubious squadrons of batponies
>>203759
>Clem closely watches the front as they try to make a path through the crowd
"Agreed."
>Listening now to some rock music, he slightly relaxes to the nostalgic sounds
>Enough time until Jeff says something about the M.S.O.L.G
>He turns to Jeff, raising his visor and lowering his voice to match Jeff's
"I don't know. It's a worst correlated. At best, yes."
>Clem takes a look into the sky then back to Jeff
"Something is supposed to be landing around here. That's my scouting mission."

Karl "Spruce" Osmundsson
!aGuq39zDO2
kgByf
?
No.203816
204140
>>203777
>>203782

>He nods to both of his companions, one old and one new.
"Ya, ready. Not sure if you'll just need me to convince some pony to remove some armor they've got on but... Well, if it requires you to do some convincing fully armed and armored I'm sure another hand wouldn't hurt."
>He couldn't help but wonder just how.... Powerful this pony and their armor may be.
>But aside that, he is ready and he looks to Golden Horn, now waiting for his que to go.
Razorback Barracks: Anon
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.203828
203853 204138
>>203808
>Rolling the large helmet around, then pausing to stare at the front, Anon's eyebrows raise contemplatively.
"I don't like her one damned iota, but maybe if she'd leave me alone I wouldn't be ordering orange paint that takes weeks for her to wash off. As for the other two I don't even try."

>During immediate startup procedures, the base model was no longer a mere animated image, now a fully functional 2D/3D rendering, but unfortunately the base model was that of Twisted Wing in a 'waking' state.
>Finding that the original factory state had been greatly modified by Anon, it was only possible to backup the current version, albeit with an inordinate amount of storage space.

>Tossing the helmet into the air and catching it, the humanoid makes a short, questioning hum while the poninality A.I targets the lunar chime, performing a quick readout of its unusual primary purpose.
"You're not exactly wrong on that, but I wonder.. there's this thing called a Crystalline Shell in the Empire, a bio-crystalline grown copy based off a fatally wounded Crystal pony's body. After the soul is transferred in they function pretty much the same as normal. I'm gonna give this one to Naliyna, she can figure out more than I'm able to, and it'll be a good mental exercise for when she's bored. Or struggling with paperwork."
>Snorting to himself, Anon tosses the chime up in the air to give a two fingered salute, catching it and stepping backwards into his gateway.
"Just give me a ring if you need something else, it's not like I'm always here!"
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.203853
204055
>>203828
>Pareidolia half waves his gloved hand as Anon departs, turning back to his holo-laptop to note the transfer and backup processes completing without issue.

[Unusual duplicating bell. Possibly to facilitate Anon's appointed tasks. Another anomalous object with potentially dire impact if the wrong human object is duplicated. Unfortunately will need to rely on a Class 3's judgment.]

>Watching the last lines of scrolling data on his visor cycle off screen, he disconnects the plug behind his head and retracts it.

[Final procedures and this should be fully operational...]

>He speaks directly into the internal microphone.

"User registration entry: We are the eyes of the skyclad observers, through many eyes one truth emerges. "

>The screen flickers briefly before blanking out entirely, seemingly having shut down.

[Internal security programming still functional. Good.]

"Operator registration: Pareidolia. The key to life is having fun while you work."

>The screen remains blank save for a small blinking prompt indicator appearing in the upper left corner of his vision.

"A hundred to duty. A hundred to will. A hundred to love."

>The screen and all other internal systems reboot without any visible changes save the 'User' designation having an icon of an eye after the name.

[Properly locked and authenticated.]

"And... set AI selection to Spiral."

>Standing up, he shuts down his holo-laptop and picks up the box containing his Empire microscope.
>Holding it carefully, he exits the room and ensures the door is properly locked before making his way back to the Pagoda.

>Upon ensuring the translocation matrix is free for use, he places the box in the center before checking around for Naliyna.
Mallia Castella
VqhyQ
?
No.203897
204056
>>203794
>Heeding the warning of her Auspex, she turned her head around to take into account where the equine xenoform was, and try to adjust herself to simply move carefully around it without making physical contact with the thing.
>Last thing she wanted was to be sliced to pieces by it's wings.

>She continues to walk at a rapid pace towards the tree, eager to put as much distance between herself and this situation while watching her step, ensuring that she does not step on any errant sticks, and constantly making sure that she remains enshadowed as she rapidly walked away towards the source of the throne energy that were identified as an Inquisitor.

>As much as she disliked the last inquisitor, she was willing to give this one a chance. Even if only because she was trembling with fear at having to face any foes by herself.
>Her hands especially twitched along the barrel of her trusty lasrifle, ensuring that it's power setting was at it's highest possible setting with a glance, before looking up with the preysense vision still online.

[1d6+1 = 2]
B. Perception + Preysense
[1d6 = 2]

>Her eyes went to the equine xeno for a moment, watching what it does, as she lowkey was leaving the poor thing to deal with the problem while she distanced herself as much as possible, while still within her lasgun's firing range.

>And, at the same time, bringing up her auspex scanner to imput another command. She gave it the order to perform a motion and lifesign scan in the direction she was facing.
>Any additional contact besides the equine xenoform was to be identified and scanned to the best of the machine spirit's abilities, starting from the closest one.

[1d6+2 = 7]
CQ. Auspex Scan
Kraut Spacewizard
!w6m/AkYQPo
U/Kel
?
No.203959
204057
>>203715
(Hopefully she'll choose life; to suffer for even a few moments enough to wholeheartedly choose to die does not sit well with me.)
>The fawn image shrugs, or at least does its best to mimic a human shrugging.
(Yeah yeah, predelk are hated pests everywhere like you've been saying this whole time, I get that. That doesn't stop our local herd from existing, being far more peaceful than non-sapient predelk, and eventually wanting to see places other than Razorback. This is a big reason why I'm shooting for what I'm shooting for. If you're so concerned about them maybe you could meet one yourself, Sparking Fleur was the first and she is a nice doe.)
>The fawn image attempts to facehoof, but accidentally boops himself instead, crossing his eyes for a moment before finishing the attempt.
(No, I didn't mean that I don't want that either; even if I'm giving up a human body I refuse to give up a functioning dick. It's a shame that I won't get the fluffly coat that I normally associate with elk. I'd still hit up Denra when you get a chance and see what all he could pull off though, just to have info on all my options.)
>Kraut's image smiles and nods approvingly at the good news before adopting a more serious look.
(Good for him! When you get a chance I still want information on Caliya, the earth pony who came through with us. He really didn't deserve to be roped into my shenanigans and get both figuratively and literally burned for it before getting to see his foal's birth.)
>The image waves bye to the medic and then turns off as Kraut starts to realize just how likely it is that he put Caliya into just the same sort of situation that he mentioned hating earlier. He does not enjoy it.
A Cryptic Lunar Crypt: Basin Village
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204050
204133 204166 204169
>>203759
>Startling several hundred Destroyers with the first beep, the extraordinarily disorganized batponies, as can be expected, take wing, which creates a traffic jam made from hundreds of alchemical diamond armored batponies.
>Batponies that, as Jeff knows, act in HIGHLY unpredictable manners when abruptly woken.
>Large numbers of instantly enraged or frightened batponies covered in (thankfully sealed) manaboms hurl themselves upwards, only to be met by other Destroyers attempting to get the mango out of the way of the strange, electronic noise.
>The result was, of course, an aerial clusterfuck of about six hundred batponies smacking into each other, leaving large, snickering piles.

>>203796
>Sinking into the Underdark easily, it welcomes you back to the temperature neutral, safe womb of the Void while one of the Hegemony bulls thunders in frustration.
"NO! NO MANG-O UN-TIL ORDERS! YOU WAIT FOR LU-NA SAY GO FIND MANG-O!"
>This did not solve the problem as perhaps a quarter of the Destroyers were even more visible at this point, their bodies appearing as swirling shapes of many colorations.
>If the pair behind you, Mercy currently speaking in an aggravated elemental tone and fully preoccupied with miserably failing to defeat Boris in the challenging game of Hoof, Hand, and Snout, had noticed the strange atmosphere, neither stated their concerns.
[1d6 = 3]
<Mercy
[1d6 = 3]
<Boris

>>203815
>Fortunately for your concerns, nearby Minotaur Hegemony mystics and Rangers were not-so-regretfully tearing the puddles of Destroyers apart and sending them towards the Basin's outskirts.
>Creating a reasonably sized pathway for Jeff to drive the Dagor through, the Hegemony adherents offer deep, respectful nods towards the occupants
>Heading towards the west side of Basin Village now, one of the more professional Destroyer units parts just enough to admit the Dagor through, a bulky, purple robed minotaur turns its covered head and lifts the right hand in a 'stop' motion.

>Pulling to a halt at the rare Lunar minotaur's unspoken request, Jeff and Clemency are greeted by the battle-worn red eyes of a tired, light gray furred female Ranger, the cow placing a hand onto the Dagor's upper rack and leaning in to mutter in a surprisingly soft, easily understandable accent.
"Starborn of Razorback, yes? The Great Mango in the Sky is besieged again. We dare not command the Destroyers to stop Cult orders. If it should fall, avoid fragments. Go before more Destroyers come."
>Nostrils flaring in amusement, the cow takes a step back, lifting her clenched left first in a battle salute before turning to collect her much more professional suicide bombers with a hard, unforgiving tone.
"Squadrons fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five, canter south to Basin Arena, wait for orders there!"
Razorback Fortress: The Bulletin Board
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204052
204151
>>203814
>Taking a moment to yawn quickly, the Korean woman lifts her right hand, turning it palm up and shaking her head in a hopeless manner.
"Exhausted and overworked doesn't even start covering tonight. We're waiting on three full rookie squads and their support pones to come back, and-"
>Glancing side to side, as if making sure no one, or nopony, would hear the conversation, Emerald leans in closely to hiss the next words out.
"Kraut's team came back with him basically dead, two severely injured, that flesh-eating earth pony burnt to a crisp, and the last female that just arrived missing with their vehicle. Topping off this mess is a one of our veteran squads has disappeared with three of the Arcane Blades, we don't even know where they've gone."
>Taking a step back and visibly suppressing another yawn, Emerald's telltale bright green eyes half-lid in distrust, extending her right hand out to take the pages.
"Oh, you mean 'her'. As much as none of us-"
>Left hand raising and making a swirl in the air with her index finger, either meaning the rest of Razorback's irregulars or the few pacifists such as her, the ersatz DJ frowning as she reads the first and second.
"Want her around, she's decent comedy value when she's not scaring everyone and everypony within five miles. I'd give anything for Hollow's brand of crazy right now. ..these won't help us. Half the ponies here want to see Stalliongrad burn, the other half couldn't care less what happens, but I do. I don't want to start any more fights until everything calms down for a few nights."
>Eyebrows furrowing together heavily. Emerald glances up at you, then down again, muttering quietly as she slips the pair into her light overcoat.
"The good news: half the Councilierge are missing or gone as of two nights ago. That's probably good but not necessarily for us to care about yet unless they're planning a second Siege. The bad news: you remember Tacit, big red earth pony that came here with Lucky a bunch of times, never had much to say, goofy guy? He's Councilierge, but Stream Lark hasn't seen him in nearly four years. The weird news: that mission one of the Tower Guard's Generals wanted us to do a while back, something about blowing up a bridge? I don't even know how to say this right.. the Tower Guard is warning all humans to stay out of Stalliongrad permanently, emphasis added, or else one of the Councilierge has stated they'll forcibly relocate every last human somewhere else entirely."
>Visibly conflicted, the Korean lifts both hands to cover her eyes, sighing heavily.
"Can't we get a moment's peace? I just want to get some sleep."
The Pagoda: Luxury & Laziness Abound
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204055
204111
>>203853
>Noting the holo-laptop minorly hiccup a few times during the transfer, it was probable that the damaged it had sustained was going to be an annoyance in the future if not repaired.
>Unsurprisingly, the 2D/3D rendering of Spiral replacing the alcoholic Enchained was faithful, if not a bit.. too correct.
>Eyes opening, the A.I. Marquis sits down while beginning to process background data far quicker than you could keep up with, numerous small bars with the text 'DOWNLOAD IN PROGRESS' popping up on the far right side.
>Unheard outside of the helmet, the voice at least was Spiral's calm, pre-breakdown version without any detectable neuroticism or ennui.
>The rendering makes a frown, one hoof lifting to rub its chin.. which turns into the A.I.'s eyes widening, removing the hoof and staring at it in something akin to digital concern.
>Displaying a slow series of conflicting reports that it couldn't yet consolidate relating to Class 3 activities, 'Spiral' places its top three questions on screen:
>Requesting confirmation of 'Shibuya Scenario' due to no Committee or Rounder assets detected, which planet this is currently as it has no secure Committee uplinks within range, and the cause of unknown, highly unorthodox mass electronic jamming signals blanketing the local region.

>Exiting your own room, the building was, as before, unusually empty, many of the humans usually preoccupied with gaming sessions or visiting with allied ponies now gone, although the stockpiles of ammunition filled assault packs and medical supply satchels in the den's center had increased while you were busy.
>Finding Naliyna still at her tent-stall, she was now paging through applications spread out across the low table's left side with a sour face, unaware of your entry, Gale and Tipper on the east side both sleeping, except the first was now surrounded by mangoes.
"Too young.. too nice.. not her.. nope.. ehhh.. a former what now? Maybe.."
>Behind her in the stall, Hodch, for once not smoking, was peering directly at the blanket covered Construct hulls, borrowed ink pen rapidly writing across a large tablet.
[1d6+7 = 9]
<E.Research
[1d6+7 = 9]

[1d6+7 = 11]

Smaller Knight, VERY Different Heresies...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204056
204077
>>203897
>Changing course right and away from the xenoform, its body shimmers briefly, enveloped in a dull black cascade almost like a Mirror Cloak, continuing on its course towards the tree.
>The equine passes by you roughly 15M away, its armor making little noise as it stalks, though the carapace helmet's visor flickers again, this time displaying a dull red picture .
>Halting in front of the leaf pile, the young xenos female turns its head down, speaking once more and accompanied by the odd clicking sound, hissing in sudden anger as your vox-system registers an unorthodox, unencrypted low band communication in use nearby.
"Command Center? Right, I'm Raindrop Raspberry, transferred in a while back. Get me the closest Operator an.. THEM!? Is this a joke!? What do you mean no?! Aren't there any others in range?! ..I'm about four, maybe five miles southeast of the big hill, huge limb broke off one of the seqoyyas.. no, I'm not joking, the kind that crushes a house flat and can be heard from half a mile away.. ..yeah, all the grass and every berry on every damned bush out this far's gone. ..fine, send them, but you owe me for this."
>Hearing another click inside the helmet, sounding much like an archaic STC radio system, the equine sighs, looking away from the leaf pile, its bladed wings raising in a hostile motion as it continues on its course towards the noise's location.
"Must've been sleeping in there until I came by and woke it up. Can't be too far ahead of me.. but nooo, they're ten minutes out, sure, fine, send the one bad white robot and the fruity spastic Ferron little fairy wretch my way, thanks. What in Tartarus are they going to do besides set everything on fire? Next time I'm bringing a full squad, lousy patrol duties in this rape monster filled death trap of a forest.."

>As the xenos mutters something about not getting paid, or perhaps it had actually neighed and not spoken at all, the auspex hums warmly, sensors resetting for long range scans.
>Picking up the xenos first, it appended the previous logs with a 100% notification of sapience, also relabeling it a 'mare' as it was definitely an advanced equine species worthy of intense study.
>..the lines of datacode it then began to transmit were, to your poor, utterly virgin and horrified Enginseer eyes, too biological, too terrifying, and too sordid to consider.

>Dissembling the xenos 'mare' as fully biological in ways that you DIDN'T want to know at all, it showed a startling lack of abnormal mutations, odd physical conditions, and parasitic activity; not only was the xeno in perfect health, the Machine Spirit posits a blatant warning that its physical capabilities were, and here it rechecks its datacode for irregularities before continuing, roughly that of a standard, unmodified Ork Boy.
>Amusingly, the xenos had a small level of alcohol in its system, although the auspex didn't detect the principle WAAAGH!!! psyker-like energies of an Ork.
>Appending the warning with multiple cautions due to the xenoform's anomalous energies, ones the Machine Spirit had to, confusingly, approximate the numerous forms of arcane techno-sorcery, the auspex continues its deep scan.

>Registering far off movements at a range of approximately 900M, plus or minus 100M, the Machine Spirit ceases its functions at a distant paper tearing sound, the 'mare' xenos crouching down slightly and entering a brisk, cautious power walk.
>Or, more correctly, stalking in very humanlike big game hunter motions.
[1d6+2 = 8]
<E.Ambush
[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 4]

[1d6+4 = 7]
<???
[1d6+4 = 10]

[1d6+4 = 7]

[1d6+5 = 7]
<E.Stalk
[1d6+5 = 9]

[1d6+5 = 8]

Citadel Combat Medic Frost Egg
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204057
204997
>>203959
>Both sides of her lips pulling back in a deep grimace, Frost Egg shakes her head side to side once.
(I'd like to have never learned what Constructs do to survivors, but, I made my oaths and I don't intend on breaking them. Trust me, she's better off not living through that horror.)
>Putting on a frowning expression, albeit in thought rather than distrust, the Starborn turns her head to eye something out of your visual range.
(There are two of them here, both appear to have suffered injuries and operated on recently. That does indicate a certain, should I say unorthodox, high amount of trust. I suppose I will, carefully, make contact with one of their number, although with sufficient protection. Sapient enough to have names, that's interesting.)
>Snorting amusedly at your failure to predict the natural outcome of a hoof to snout contact, Frost raises an eyebrow, then smiles in a challenging manner.
(I'm.. not going to say anything about this matter. Better that you find out on your own rather than having the surprise ruined.)
>Slowly nodding in return, the Crystal mare halts, her face turning blank for a split-second, tone neutral but supportive.
>Maybe.
(I.. will do what I can, but I'm going to need a couple giant dragon eggs at the very least if we're going to continue. As for you, meditate a while, trust me, it helps a lot. Post-combat stress hurts each pony, and human, in different ways. And, don't dwell.)
>Standing up in a smooth motion and rolling out one ankle at a time, Frost lifts a hoof in farewell, then climbs off the bed, leaving the image of a kissy face as the mental link gently fades.

[1d6+3 = 4]
<E.Research
[1d6+3 = 9]

[1d6+3 = 5]

[1d6+4 = 7]
<E.Perception
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 6]

Mallia Castella
NotX8
?
No.204077
204120
>>204056
>Mallia couldn't help but stare in a little bit of curious awe as she observed the Xenoform with great interest. Interest with is only slightly more piqued by it's usage of a vox system, which makes her eyes widen with surprise.

(No way... A NEW and undocumented sentient xenoform. If I ever get back to Mars with this information, they will make me an explorator for sure!!)

>There was no end to her excitement. She was so excited infact that she goes bipolar and utterly banishes her worry and fear as she feels the urge to bounce with happyness at the discovery.
>She doesn't have the time to try and intrude into the radio channel to monitor it that her auspex is already cataloguing new information.

>Her excitement abates as her precious instrument shows her... Things. Things which make her virgin mind recoil slightly from how inappropriate it might be for her.

(W-woah... Cutie, that's, uh... Very in-depth.)

"Egh..."

>As the data ran through her micro-cogitator and her mind, she keeps walking backwards towards the tree itself at a steady, but careful pace.

>At first, a part of her wished to reveal herself to introduce herself to it. But that idea went out the window when the Auspex begins to give her actual information about the xeno...
>That disgust, too, leaves her quickly as it turns to astonishment; furrowing her brow and staring in disbelief at the little equine creature at what she was finding out.

>She barely twitches a small smirk at the thought that it had alcohol in it's system. But that leaves her quickly as a thought runs through her mind.

(I suppose it is a good thing I did not engage it. That little thing could likely easily kill me even without the typical Ork weapons... And it is likely smarter than an Ork, too given it's sentience. The threat level is very high. Let's disengage.)

(It can probably handle itself out here. Unlike me.)

>On that note, Mallia whips around sharply and lowered her rifle to point at the ground as she moved, still set to Overcharge, to face away from the equine and everything else in that direction, instead facing herself fully towards the approximate source of throne energies.

>She makes sure to actually look out for the particular plant that was tagged as poisonous as well as anything else that might be around her which could be a danger to her, making a conscious effort to stay FAR from it as she begins to carefully jog away to get to the tree a bit quicker...

>And she does occasionally paused to look back and check on what was happening with the Equine, as well as keep measuring her distance from it just for the sake of her lasgun in case she needs to shoot something.

[1d6+1 = 6]
B. Perception + Preysense vision
[1d6 = 4]

>Figuring this was enough sight-seeing, she simply orders her auspex to properly compile the new information for future use, and to update her future creations accordingly. Leaving it to stand-by for further instructions for this moment.

>As she approached the area where the Inquisitor of the Ordo Cronos might be located...
>Though she frowned bitterly to the knowledge that she might be working for the inquisition again, despite having died under their service already.

(He better not bother the machine spirits...)


Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.204111
204177
>>204055
>Pareidolia nods in approval as he walks, ensuring his voice is not heard outside the helmet.

[All protocol functions nominal.]

"Shibuya Scenario confirmed. Sole eye Pareidolia. Planet designation Tallus. Probable jamming origin candidate: Constructs. Refer to archive log book folder for relevant information and remain on standby."

>He sighs upon seeing Hodch taking notes.
>Stepping by Naliyna he makes his presence known by tapping her shoulder.

"If you require help in the future, please inform me. Logistical success of Razorback is too important to risk alone."

>He then moves on inside the tent, attempting to carefully move the Construct hulls to the translocation stone without waking any sleeping ponies.

"If you want to study these, assist me in moving them to a secure location Hodch."

Natilda
!KjHVy9KYr2
UhWTN
?
No.204113
204178
>>203338
>"Well, at least now I know what they're defined as."
>In hindsight I probably should have asked about them sooner, before all this.
>We don't play by Earth's rules here, after all.
>Grimacing, I quickly think, while shifting in my seat.
"Okay, from what I know about tsunamis..."
>Which was little.
"We need to be away from the shoreline, as far as possible. And as high as possible. We'll need to get to the high ground and hopefully it'll be higher than the size of the wave."
We have the high ground, Wavakin.
Smaller Knight, VERY Different Heresies...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204120
204126
>>204077
>Eyeing the patches of surviving flora, the auspex tracks your mostly noiseless movement towards it, warning you of the vines containing the mildly toxic chemical it had failed to properly analyze before.

>Having enough of its own errors, the visor's Machine Spirit dataflushes its Preysense subroutines back to standard settings with a touch of anger, revealing the forested world in fairly good, albeit red, detail once more.
>That was probably the start of a quirk.
>Speed walking, or something like that, past the tree you'd fallen in front of, the four-legged xenos' pace you wouldn't be able to catch up, still making no attempt to hide even though it glowed on the infrared spectrum.

>Closing in on the winged reptile swarms, many of the curious creatures, now having formed pairs, merely perked their heads up upon hearing, and sensing, movement in their direction.
>Slender ears and colored eyes roving about, nostrils flaring in the air, the creatures to your front merely drop to the ground, awkwardly walking out of your path to the tree.
>Finally reaching the gargant tree, the auspex merely gives you an update on datavaulting the collected information so far, its system routines now at the standard 10% rate.

>While the avian pairs quiet and begin to shuffle in wide lines, whatever their courtship ritual was intending exactly you didn't know, the curious energy-laden tree itself wasn't much different from the one you'd fallen in front of.
>Checking back once more on the xenoform, it was now roughly 460M away, though you didn't have a compass to gauge its direction, and it still made no attempt to encrypt its now slightly fuzzy communications.
*"I'm getting so hungry, why did they have to come out and eat everything here?"*
Mallia Castella
Pp1hW
?
No.204126
204181
>>204120
>The visor rebooting properly gave a bit of relief to the enginseer, who was growing worried for it. Though she felt her lip tugging into a frown at the anger she perceives from the machine.
>Though she can't deny that her field of vision had marginally improved. She began to blink and dart her eyes about to eye the reptiles and the tree she had been approaching.
>She squinted at the little things for a while...

(They seem to be able to sense my presence, even in my current state... How perceptive are they?)

>She stopped to briefly glance to her hand again, to see if she was still enshadowed or the effect had dissipated by then.

"Fascinating..."

>The enginseer took a moment of pause. Stopping there to stand there, where she was, among the lizards and before the gargantuan tree. Then looked up, taking in the sheer size of the whole thing once more...

(... But where is the Inquisitor? Surely I must be close by now.)

>Her brow rose slightly to her own question. Looking down to her wrist and to her auspex, giving it another command to rouse it and give it a command.

>Approximate the distance between herself and the focal point of the throne energies, and then queue another scan towards the winged reptiles to scan them as well after that.

[1d6+2 = 8]
CQ. Auspex Scan

>And, while she waited, she went on to multitask and shift her attention back to her Preysense Visor.
>She tried to send the spirit a little bit of positive reinforcement by assisting in hunting down the errors in it's system for the moment that she was idle.
>In that moment, she was ABOUT to move her mechadendrite again so as to use the censer; but then thought twice about it. Looking to the reptiles as she consulted her micro-cogitator again.

>But she really just didn't know anything on the things... So, slowly, she began to click her mechanical limb back over her backpack and partly behind her shield.

>She would soothe the machine spirit the old fashion way.

(Techna-Lingua) "Blessed, precious Machine: Share unto me your errors, and allow me to help. I am here for you, always."

>The chant would help her get into the right mood to work. She loved her machine spirits, and she tried to be extra gentle with this one.
>She probed the Preysense visor with her connection to recalibrate it, and hopefully soothe it's volatile state as well minimize the amount of resets it's going through.

[1d6+1 = 5]
B. Tech-Use + MIU
[1d6+1 = 2]


Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.204133
204166 204169 204192
>>203815
>Jeff looks at Clem, unfazed by his answer.
>He doesn't verbally respond, and instead give his comrade a confirming nod and a 'zipping-his-lip' motion with his hand across his mouth.
>The possibly highly-incriminating evidence was safe with him.
"Ah, okay. You know what it could be? The SOLG isn't falling out of orbit, is it? That'd suck. Hey, when you do, can you maybe let Boris tag along? Apparently Denra can continue improving on him, but only with more real-world field experience."

>>204050
>The second he honks the horn he immediately regrets the decision.
>As they're all startled awake and fly upwards into giant chaotic torrents of kekking whirlwinds with highly unstable explosives strapped to them.
>Jeff chuckles maniacally under his breathe, not being able to take the situation with a single iota of fear and instead pure amusement.
>They were all technically dead, already. What's not a few concussions, here and there.
>Luckily the Hedgemony Minotaurs were quick to begin quelling the insane hurricane of Destroyers, which ultimately worked out as a path for the Dagor was cut through.
>The ranger nods at the taurs' help as he has no choice but to head West. He can always cut around, once they reach the outskirts.
>They don't make it that far until they stop for a hooded minotaur, who leans in for a closer look.
"Yes, ma'am. What? Again, already? I'd hoped those Constructs learned their lesson, the first time."
>He looks up at the... right. It's the moon.
>Jeff nods back at the female Ranger, giving her a seated salute of his own back.
"Roger that. We'll steer clear of your preparations, for the time being. Good luck."
>The cow goes back to her Destroyer's formations, which leaves Jeff to continue making his way out of the Basin Village's congested area.

>As they begin clearing the Village and start heading toward the outskirts, Jeff check's his Tacpad's GPS for any discernible paths to take to the crypt.
[1d6+4 = 7]
<Tacpad: GPS

>>203796
>He begins to focus on the least known rider, to him.
"So Sunny. Haven't seen or heard about you around the Fortress. You a new arrival?"
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The GM L.O.N.T
idXgr
?
No.204138
204140 204198 204305
>>203782
>Golden nodded at this, he recalling events.
"Ah yes I have been versed on what happened that fateful day, and it is correct for you to appear outside of Equestria being odd as far as I believe. Also good to know I won't be dinner when I go there!"
>The Unicorn chuckled.
"Never heard of him, though I am not good at politics. He does sound like a nice stallion however."

>>203828
>Horn lighting up a yellow haze started to swirl around the trio.
"From what I know of him Spruce he isn't much of a talker, doesn't mean you can't try an attempt."
>Golden said, eyes closed in concentration.

>The group of freed captives waved at Spruce and Adon, hooves and wings bidding them goodbyes as the gentle swirling yellow grew into a howling vortex blocking all view of the outside world.
[1d6+2 = 7]
>M.Teleportation
[1d6+2 = 3]

[1d6+2 = 5]

[1d6+2 = 5]

>A shift in reality later and the humans felt the unmistakable lurch in their stomachs of being teleported through time and space, their bodies standing as before yet their senses going haywire as if they were tumbling through the sky with gravity pulling them in all directions.

>With a *POP* of air being displaced instantly the ordeal ceased, solid ground under foot stabilizing woozy bodies.
>Speaking of the ground it was different to where they once were, it being uneven and having a moderate incline. The snow was now a thin layer with the pine covered floor breaking free of the white blanket in many places. Large rocks were jutting out of the earth, between which were dry shrubbery. The trees were the same still with the only difference being they were more sparse, indicating the end of the forest was near.

>Smacking his lips Golden waited for his world to stabilize.
"New places and perhaps new faces."

The GM L.O.N.T
idXgr
?
No.204140
>>203816
>>204138

Canterlot
The GM L.O.N.T
idXgr
?
No.204141
204193
>>203793

>Snorting again Venous flapped her ears tight against her skull wanting to ignore all of the lewd things Corsen was spouting.
>"Please stop please stop please stop-"
"Your threats are unappreciated and pathetic, much like an unworthy mate thinking his sub-par biological equipment is more than its actually worth."

>With this factual fact and in no way biased world view said she nosed her snout under one of Corsens' wondering hands, putting out of mind how it felt brushing through her mane as it came to a stop on her shoulders.
"If you wish to be in front of the Guild please hold onto my shoulders, and shoulders alone as I guide you."

>The streets of night time Canterlot passed by Corsen as a blur of varying dark blues, purples and one big fat blob of orange.
>Though that might of been Venous fat flanks, or a lights of passing buildings. Both were valid realities.
>Eventually the walking stopped in front of a four storey building, it lit up as a Hearth And Hooves day tree. Ponies going to and fro from the Guild in chattering groups.

>A pathway led up to its entrance, bordering which were expansive gardens that had mood lighting illuminating many Bat ponies and Pegasi.
>Guarding at the entrance were two Nightguard ponies, and even to Corsen he could tell the grey blobs were eyeing his fucked up swaggering state.
>No, no. It was the drugs. They were horror of horrors wearing off!
"Ponyapples, thank goodness I am not in uniform."
>"Get this done and over with so we can get going!"

The L.O.N.T
idXgr
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No.204142
204194
>>203813

"Busy indeed."
>Lont said, he honestly did not care at this moment on the details. Maybe later when things were not so hectic.
"So, you do not know her name then."
>"A shame."
>He was however hoping for her name at least, or where she came from.
>"Tacit will know, Cadence for sure."

"That sounds a bit harsh too me, cannot say I am in a position to question Ethereal methods."
>Which was rich coming from him, seeing how he was going to jump head first into Empire politics for the sole reason to take some of the burden off of Cadence and thus be less stressed out.
"And I am glad to of served with you Champion, hopefully this will be the foundation of a wonderful friendship."

>The good news was that the mare was doing ok.
>And that the filly was going to be ok.
>Along with Tacit.
"Do so please, I have no more supplies to work with. Besides magic is more effective than stitches and gauss."
>He needed to resupply then ask questions then work on patients then do a hundred other things, how did he get such a big list of things to do he cannot remember.

"Do as you wish with this Wards head Belregard, along with the body for that matter."
>With his greasily business done he put away his sword and walked over to the wreckage of his bike.
"How the hell will I get back to the Spire in good time now..?"
>Let alone get his motorbike back to Razorback, it will be a pain in the ass. He could ask Kraut or Hollow, but just like him they were busy doing their own things. No, he would have to do this by himself.

Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
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No.204151
204195
>>204052
>"Well, at least other rookies are picking up too..."
>Seeing Emerald lean forward and whisper, Zhun leans his ear towards her to hear her better
>"Kraut? A veteran. And his squad got burnt to a crisp?"
"Basically? What?"
>Seeing her read the two scrolls and dismiss them, Zhun's curiosity peaks
"Uhh, what did Dancing want with those two anyway?"
>"Hollow? Own brand of crazy from what I heard. Like physics fucking crazy."
"How did that happen? They just split in half like that?"
>Zhun tries to think back to Tacit
>Red pony, Earth variant
"So he went missing? Or...I don't know even."
>Zhun looks around, especially at the sleeping couple before looking back to Emerald
"So Stalliongrad itself is off limits? Did something happen to the city?"
Sunny Feathers
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
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No.204166
204192 204300
>>204050
>Curiosity overriding her melancholy at witnessing such a number of dead ponies, Sunny observed the Destroyers in a new light provided by the underdark.
>Could those colors possibly be what was wrong with some of them? Killing them?
>She tapped her nose gently with the flat of a wing blade thoughtfully as she observed them, and struggled to recall anything she knew about the Destroyers specifically.

[1d6+3 = 7]
< B. Perception
[1d6+3 = 4]

[1d2 = 1]
< Amateur. Lore: Mercenaries

>The underdark tended to reveal the truth of many things, as she'd discovered when inspecting herself while in this spectrum, as embarrassing as that was at the time.
>It was showing her something about some of these bat ponies, what exactly that was would be something she'd have to figure out herself.
>Mercy hadn't reacted to it, so either this was normal for some Destroyers, she hadn't noticed yet, or she didn't care to speak on the subject. Each one was just as likely as any of the others.
>She had never seen Destroyers in pony before. So it was new to her.

>>204133
>Pricking her ears up unseen at the mention of her name, Sunny leaned forward, her nose and part of her head in the front with the two humans. She kept her voice low so she'd remain within the underdark.
"Yes, sir, I only arrived last night. I'm contracted under Krinza as a scout mainly, but I've seen more use as a courier of sorts in Vanil's... Uh, 'absence'."
>She wondered if Kraut had found the colt.
Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.204169
204192 204300
>>204050
>Clem watches the army outside his ride, bowing their heads
>He watches forward and spots the robed minotaur, preparing to hear what she had to say
>"Great Mango? Hmm.."
>Clem looks up at the words, trying to spot abnormal activity
>He gives a nod to the minotaur then waits for the Dagor to start moving again
>>204133
>Clem's mind felt at ease seeing Jeff's gestures
>The possible ramifications still had a guilty mind on him
>Suppose why that this expedition is for
"No. It shouldn't. That thing that should be around here? I think I knew with all the commotion. Some sort of vessel. Silver."
>He takes a glance at Boris before going back to Jeff
"I could. Be nice to have a automaton with me. See the sights..."
>Clem gets startled at the horn being honked
>"What the.."
>He looks forward to see what's up and starts to almost panic
>Batponies with bombs
>"Die over there! Not here!"
>The fears died down as the taurs start wrangling them
>Clem then lays back, listening to Jeff chat up the pegasus with the weird suit
The Pagoda: Luxury & Laziness Abound
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204177
204186
>>204111
>The Marquis A.I. displays comparative reference notes of the current situation with a shrug, nonetheless appending encrypted code files and current operational task readouts to the display, afterwards lifting a hoof in salute at accepting the new orders.
>Of course, the system once more stares at its' digital hoof, questioning what the use of such a model change was, then queries your approximate comfort level at the change.
>Sorting through and compiling data, the Marquis becomes increasingly troubled at the influx of knowledge, frowning at the various equine species, mostly their behaviors and alien motives, second at the Construct data, which it labeled as a primary threat.
>Entering standby mode, the Spiral A.I continues its interception of the myriad unencrypted signals from Razorback, eyeing them with a contemptful expression.

>Taking a moment to register the tap, Naliyna tilts her head upwards to you, visibly unsurprised as you knew of her unusual nervous system deadening.
"I'm.. fine. Don't apologize, please, you did weeks of work for me that might have taken months to figure out otherwise. I'm just trying to find unaligned ponies that humans would probably make friends with easily.. and not cause problems."
>Sighing at herself in sincerely logical anger, the scarred Crystal mare places both forehooves on the sheets, eyeing them in suspicion.
"I even hired some bucking explorer pegasus last week from Cloudsdale, of all the most useless places in the world to help us out, and now I'm starting to wonder if I did the right thing. For all the help she does I'm just not sure she's what we need right now. Don't worry though, I'll.. figure this out."

>Glancing back over a shoulder to you, Hodch gives a sincere smile, the pen, grasped in a deep purple glow, pointing at the blankets in particular and avoiding the Saddle Arabian hoof-made rugs.
"I've seen thousands of those hulls before, sorry to disappoint. Naliyna asked me to help take inventory right now, all these came from the Solar Armory in Canterlot and nopony knows where they're from. I'm trying to narrow down where they were made but there isn't a straight answer that. If I can, big if there, they'll be sent back to point of origin."
>Motioning with his head, the stacks lift up to expose the Constructs, the unicorn frowns politely as his voice lowers, making a motion for the tent-stall's outer flaps to close and holding up a hoof so that he could speak privately.
"Gale took a few minutes to search them, I scanned them a few times, and we can't find anything different or unusual except these, and those that are about to destroyed on the Citadel, are older models. You humans-"
>Delivered while sneering in a hostile tone.
"Call them 'outdated', 'technologically obsolete', and 'old fashioned'. Fact is that the newer ones like the Argus, Starfire, Blackout, Wardancer, and Killdrop models are nearly defenseless at close range.. which is where we ponies, minotaurs, and grypons happen to excel."
>Losing the tone, Hodch lifts the pen up to scratch between his ears, speaking in a softer, less grating voice.
"Unless you've across something truly strange, there's no difference between these and the hundred thousand or so that have been recorded as destroyed. I'm still dumbstruck trying to understand what the Rift stands to gain with their numerical superiority. We lost maybe six to one in the Atrium alone, took out all of their newer and Command models.. and one lone Argus. The, er, remaining Lunar Council can't understand why it wasn't paired. Except for Rift Carriers and the like, Constructs never go anywhere alone."
>Pushing the tent open again, the deep purple stallion takes a deep breath, stacks of carpets and blankets lifting off as the three hulls are enveloped and floated out towards the translocation matrice, Hodch straining to speak as he follows them.
"Any particular place you want them taken? And, please hurry up, I can't maintain this for long unlike a certain elemental-"
Lost in the Crag Moors: Stuck (In The Middle Of) You
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.204178
207687
>>204113
>Making an electronic 'huff' noise from physically straining herself beyond safe limits, the medical tendrils form an ersatz seat belt; one coiling around your waist snugly, the other carefully snaking around your chest.
>Mostly careful, that is, especially since that one rotates a shiny red eye up to examine your face.. and of course it begins talking to you in Wild's voice, since why WOULDN'T it?
"Natilda, this region of the Crag Moors is flat forest land from three to ten meters above sea level. Estimated height of waves based on previous analysis: twenty to thirty meters. There is no cover or protection available within a minimum of one mile, unless I find or make a shelter. Even then I will not be able to move more than a quarter ton of material at a time-"
>The Eldritch Android's body shudders, the left screen switching to the schematic of her body and pinging several new motivator, drive, and armor sections freshly damaged from her actions.
"Additional non-critical damage detected, ignoring physical restraint safety limitations."
>Hauling up a cluster of scattered armor pieces, thankfully without any skeletons inhabiting them, more harpoons, another mangled steel armor slats, and a hefty length of partially corroded chain, Wild ponderously turns away from the wreckage.
"Natilda, I will surface to refill the oxygen tank and perform what repairs I am able to-"
>Depositing her findings into the open cabins, She That Must Stop Putting Those Things There climbs rather slowly back up the underwater sank bank, breaching the water's surface with the counter now reading: '8:00'.
"Unless I am able to locate a significant shelter, or climb a tree which I do not think is possible at the time being, we have one viable option: descend approximately one hundred meters below sea level to wait out the waves. There is also the large Construct vessel which may be currently on approach to our previous location."
>Leaning forwards to prevent from falling back into the ocean, the various repair tendrils disappear outside of the screens, odd sounds similar to welding occurring along with another that was more of a low pitched buzz.
Performing deep environmental scans and restoring damaged repair units now-"
[1d6 = 3]
<Arcanum Sensors Array
[1d6+4 = 6]
<Grade 1 Auto-Repair: Repair Functions
[1d6 = 4]
<Repair Tendril #1
[1d6 = 2]
<Repair Tendril #2
[1d6 = 5]
<Repair Tendril #3
[1d6 = 6]
<Repair Tendril #4
[1d6 = 6]
<Repair Tendril #5
[1d6 = 5]
<Repair Tendril #6
Different Night, Smaller Heresies...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204181
204212
>>204126
>Checking your hands holding the lasrifle, they were still shrouded in the Cameoline like effect, which the winged avians surrounding might have recognized the effect from prior experience.
>Either that or they didn't think you were a threatening predator that might eat them.
>A Death World at least this environment was not.

>Attempting to estimate the tree's height, the lowest limb you could see was roughly 60M above and to your left, while the canopy itself stretched far upwards into a blood red sky.
>Quickly warming the auspex's sensors and happily preparing to devour raw data once more, the unit spools out ever more useful information than before.
>This specific tree was much the same as the other, approximately 200 years of age, and also featured another colony of large insects, perhaps the size of your fist, on the opposite side and under the roots, along with a small er heat-producing biomass.
>Also like the other tree, the unusual trace metallic substance was present in the bark, although the root bark contained much higher concentrations; referring to a complex metallurgical scale, the raw metal was less durable than adamantine but significantly lighter in comparison.
>Switching to processing the Throne-energies, this time the Machine Spirit stumbles upon several key facts that it wasn't able to pick up before:
>Not only was a Throne-sanctioned psyker assuredly responsible for the energies, there was a massive imprint of a fist on the opposite size which it displayed, nearly the height of a Cadian pattern Sentinel and twice the width.
>Cross-referencing the data through your micro-cogitator, the Machine Spirit translated the energies and damage done as a secretive Inquisitorial psyker ability: the Right Hand of the Emperor, referred to by those Inquisitors and select Magos in the know as 'Golden Wrath'.
>Analyzing the trance energies remaining, the auspex's biowafer churned along merrily while estimating the damage as having been caused from 4 to 8 days ago, though the gargant tree's peculiar, simple vascular-like regeneration systems were quickly recovering from the harm inflicted.
>Likewise, the few remaining chroniton particles confirmed a cross-match for a definite Throne-trained Ordo Chronos Inquisitor, which the Machine Spirit transmitted a small packet file of fear towards.
>Eager or not, it remembered your encounters with the prior Inquisitor.. perhaps a little too well, yet at least it wasn't showing signs of sentience nor sapience.
>Yet.

>Accessing the integrated Preysense's datacore and scanning through its code vaults, the errors it was undergoing were partially caused by soluble entropic decay in its datawafer processor, though the damage was minimal at current.
>While you could ascertain that its capabilities, along with most of your equipment, had been degraded by the anomalous transfer between realities, or perhaps even timelines, proper maintenance followed by approved upgrades and improvements would rectify future problems.
>Easing the Machine Spirit's frustration at being unable to do your precise bidding, it performs a Forge-World restoration rather than a reboot, returning to its proper ready state, also flashing a comforting line praising the Omnissiah for being given to such a benevolent servant.

>Hearing the voxbead crackle again shortly after another distant, larger snapping sound, this time the xenoform mare's voice was considerably fuzzier, and angrier, than the last transmission.
*"I'd really appreciate if you got your time wasting selves out here, this thing is jumping from tree to tree lopping branches off.. no I'm not joking, I'm keeping up with it! ..no, it's not hostile, it's running away from.. so what? At least help me figure out what it is! Say again? ..there's nothing out here besides a bunch of Everfree drakes, the most they'd do is cackle at you and even then they don't care unless you're a known predator. ...just shut your mouth and hurry your robot flanks up so we can get pictures to take back for proof-"*
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
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No.204186
204190
>>204177
>Pareidolia purses his lips for a moment at Naliyna's remark.

[An unenviable task. Another clear example of the cultural strain placed on native species. Need the protocol to succeed before widespread damage occurs.]

>Turning to look at Hodch, he tilts his head for a moment.

"Smuggled rugs? Are they transporting illicit materials using them?"

>He straightens up with a look of confusion fortunately hidden behind his helmet visor as Hodch's tone shifts.

"The lethality of their armaments is what would concern me. A clear trend of adaptation over the years according to record... and the Minotaurs and ponies I witnessed engaging that Argus were failing to close distance. Numerical superiority which is already problematic would be lethal combined with the plasma and missile weapons that Argus had equipped."

>He shrugs at Hodch's outburst, arms falling as the hull he reached for were instead lifted via magic.

"Rest them on the matrice, around that box."

>He stares at the hulls trying to bore into the orange fluid remaining inside some.

"And had I not retrieved my armor incorrectly placed in the Armory, there would be a risk of advanced invisible Construct models being produced."

>He sighs heavily as he steps on to the matrix, one gloved hand clenching slightly.

"All in all, a confusing set of decisions from both sides."

[Unclear if any ponies have attempted to identify underlying weakness or factors to exploit across the Construct species. Possible complacency from the Starborn? Lack of adherence to protocol at even the highest levels was disturbing.]


The Pagoda: Luxury & Laziness Abound
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.204190
204317
>>204186
>Pulling the notepad in front of his face, Hodch raises an eyebrow momentarily, then nods cautiously, losing his teacher's inflection utterly.
"Yes, and yes. Most of these were used to carry rare materials before being sold at Pear Blossom's auction. If you're familiar with the many varieties of lithium, kanpri, solunite salts, and Promethiate among others, those are the primary ingredients to create manabombs. There's a few that I can't quite make out, not enough trace samples to example. Give me a bit, I need to.. rest."
>Setting the trio of hulls on the matrice, Hodch sits down heavily next to them, lifting a hoof to his chest, breathing unusually hard for a bit.

>Eyeing the hulls, none of the fluid seemed to have leaked since they were brought into the Pagoda, or if they had Hodch had made sure to destroy the traces.

>Returning to normal breathing and glancing to Gale Ironmale with a morbid, hollow expression, the stallion turns the same face to you.
"We heard that a rather strange Argus model was sighted translating in near the Armory. Those carrying Moon Orbs were lost, so.. I'm sorry you had to be involved in that cluster fuck. There was no reason for humans to be involved so if you were roped into that defense then there's going to be a large number of heads rolling. But, Constructs have never attempted to invade the Citadel with those numbers until tonight. The first responders were warned that they were underprepared and ill equipped to take on that many. They chose to try and hold the Armory regardless even though there's not really much left in there they could have used against us. Even the Atrium's forces were barely holding until the Nightmare, the Council, and half the awakened Destroyer squadrons arrived from the Moors. I'm willing to bet they didn't even have a Destroyer wing at the Armory or if there were it wasn't enough. As for plasma, laser, and missile weapons.."
>Lifting the hoof from his chest to make a dismissive wave, the Starborn reservist lets out a cold exhale.
"Even then I wouldn't worry far too much. We've dealt with Construct infiltrators somewhat often, although I prefer more traditional opponents like the horrors that plague unicorns every day. Back when the Otherworldly Harpies tried to share all their technologies to ponies, fairly similar to most of what I've seen here, most rejected them. Soulless things that were simply too horrifying to even try to accept. Unicorns were forced to develop countermeasures that weren't technological, it resulted in all the analysis spells you see in use now. Constructs themselves countered the Harpies and their own technologies though they can't deal with spells well, and psions eviscerate them, but each time we adapt to their tactics they adapt right back to ours. It's as if every one of them is connected to a damned hive mind that instantly shares information."
>Trailing off momentarily, Hodch merely raises an eyebrow, then stares down at the matrice, lifting his shoulders in a tired motion.
"The situation is much worse than you know. I'm going to guess that you've not seen the 29,990 Lunar Military Findings volume. If not, it doesn't matter. Construct weapons and defenses have always outstripped everything we have been able to throw at them. Eventually we win at cost but I can't even tell you how many times one Tallus military, or several, thinks they've come up with a decent solution, then the Planar bastards are half a step ahead if not more. Not even the Otherworldy Harpies stood a chance and the Kra`ken were nearly wiped out. Dragons don't even try to bother otherwise some gigantic Construct their size or bigger shows up and then everything turns into a fucking mess, excuse my Prench. The only Luna-damned tactic that has always worked on them are Destroyers, and we don't even know why that is since we can't interrogate them and they don't even try to speak our languages. In short: we're about to get fucked, yet again, and we know it."

>Listening to Hodch the entire time, Naliyna lifts her head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"I don't understand, why don't the Constructs ever go after the Empire? I mean, we're not psions and we can't do half the crazy things they can."
>Staring up at the Pagoda's roof, the reservist snorts with the first touch of humor you've heard tonight.
"I'm sorry to state this, but you answered your own question. Crystal runes are close enough to psionic abilities that there's basically no defense against them, except for another Crystal pony. Four elite psions might be able to counter one Crystal pony, but that's pushing the math. Not to mention Warden shield walls are based off Shieldmare principles from the Dynasty. Crystal ponies and earth ponies are both fairly resilient.. if i had to guess, Constructs know they're outclassed if they try to invade. Then again, the Empire really hates the Starborn so the fact that Luna even managed to get two squads of Wardens is, to put it lightly, astounding."
>Blinking rapidly, and still confused, Naliyna's forelegs cross over her barrel, sitting back to shoot an accusatory look at Hodch.
"Okay, that makes sense but it still doesn't explain your problem. If the Constructs are that powerful and they have huge numbers to throw at something they want, then why don't they have a whole bunch of permanent fortresses like this one?"
"Simple: they can't afford it, either in numbers or materials. They strike, take.. whatever, and leave. They're more alien to us than we are to humans. Then again-"
>Turning to cryptically glance at either Tipper or Gale, Hodch sighs again.
"Nevermind. I'm too old for this."
A Cryptic Lunar Crypt: Basin Village
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204192
204300 204315 204395
>>204133
>Tossing a small salute to you, several of the Destroyers give their own smartassed version: the Dagor and the inhabitants are instantly surrounded by mangoes of every size, color, and shape, though the sweet scents told the two humans and ponies that most all of them were ripe.

>Steering the Dagor through the lines of now merry Destroyers, and their unfortunate, highly aggrieved looking Hegemony hooflers and handlers, upon checking the TacPad there was a semi-decent old stone pathway listed that ended a mile or so from the crypt's location.
>Having been recently rebuilt, thanks to your urgings, it was highly likely that you'd run into Tartarus Isle construction teams along the way.

>>204166
>Peering at the joyful, if unruly, and highly mischief prone batponies being forcefully separated into squadrons of fifty, and the much larger wings of two hundred, you think back on the knowledge you've gleaned from other mercenaries.
>At one point you recall receiving a leaflet, helpfully distributed by Shanis and other major mercenary groups, that the Cult of the Dark Horse had instituted a policy allowing Destroyers to swallow multiple elemental manabombs of one type in preparation for their so-called 'Visit to the Great Mango in the Sky'.
>At least, after they'd been awoken from stasis and armored.
>It was a drastic step that Princess Luna had attempted to ban in recent years, although many in the secretive, and virtually unknown, Cult had blatantly ignored the prohibition, and had in fact spread the practice even further.

>Still busy with trying to achieve victory over Boris, the Spirit Walker mutters in a surprising, though humorously aery accented, language that you didn't expect her to know.
<Earth Pony> "One you, one even.. whomever wins after four shall be allowed to go and.. rearrange the entire library while the.. degenerate is gone?"
<Earth Pony> "Your bet is accepted, however, I will ask you not to speak of Miss Eyes as a degenerate. She has performed valuable tasks in the past and will likely continue to do so in the foreseeable future."
<Earth Pony> "..that does not make her any less of.. a degenerate, Boris."
<Earth Pony> "No, it does not, but she is at least not roaming about using her skull to knock on every single flat surface she can find, correct?"
[1d6 = 6]
<Boris
[1d6 = 3]
<Mercy

>>204169
>As the Basin Village's atmospheric tension drops off into Destroyers taking the time to pull off pranks, mostly with sticks and borrowed mangoes as there wasn't a single rock within five miles that hadn't already been claimed, upon staring upwards you spot a single tiny orange dot a considerable distance west of the blood red Moon.
>At this distance and without magnification there wasn't much you could tell other than it was stationary, nor could you see the other, smaller Construct vessels.
Corsen
!!NqBxIZTw8.
Iggfw
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No.204193
204572
>>204141
>Raising an eyebrow under the mask at the intended effect being much less optimal than he expected, Corsen shrugs in a totally non-apologetic manner.
"Lady Whell and the however many other fillies and mares she brought in never complained about my 'subpar biological equipment'. In fact they seemed to like my hooficures. Colts and stallions didn't appreciate the ribbons much, so you are partially correct."
(Were those ribbons or rubber rings? ..I can't even remember what I did half the time.)
>Making a tentative grasp on the Honor Guard's mane, the cultist does his best to make a platonic sounding harrumph.
>It wasn't platonic, of course.
"Of course. your majesty. Lead me on, but also don't lead me on, teasing is a crime in Equestria, or so I've been told."
(She might kill me for this-)

>Simply enjoying the sights, sounds, smells, and the few comprehensible ones he could make out, Corsen keeps up while occasionally eyeing the tangerine cloud's posterior, wishing he had a snow cone to at least try his threat out.
>Regretfully removing his hand from Venous' wonderful fur as clarity begins to return, the Death Cultist starts to sigh, then stops, staring at the building in growing concern.
(Thank you Slaanesh, that was somewhat fun while it lasted.. wait-)
>Corsen leans down and shakily puts his hand back on Venous' shoulders, nervously whispering at the mare's ear, or where he thinks her closest ear is.
"I'm technically a walking war crime to you ponies right now. Please tell me they are not going to search what I have, or me?"
The Crystal City-State: Cleanup Duties...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.204194
204285
>>204142
>Placing another stack of Empire crystal in front of the pro-wrestler, now looking considerably more natural than before, the Champion's head turns towards you once more, four yellow eyes focusing in self-caution.
"Lord Tacit and Miss Elezith knew her well. I did not, nor did the human mare desire to share her secrets with me. I do not request information unless mission parameters or circumstances require doing so. My duties do not allow for, as the human mare stated, 'idle chit-chat' as my time on this plane is short due to energetic expenditures in excess of my recovery capabilities."
>Making a noise like several small boulders grinding, Belregard stands up, glancing down to the nearly destroyed shield-lance, his tone sounding rather.. proud.
"It is not. Those Ethereal Wardens which disobey the words of a goddess and the commands of their superiors are to be eliminated, even if the words are troubling. Princess Cadence demanded rigid protections for the human mare. I accepted the demands without question nor hesitation. My defense of the human mare has provided me with greater honors than those which I have lost this night."
>Turning to gaze towards Tacit, then you, the Golem inclines his head briefly, though his tone becomes cold and harsh.
"As you have prevented the deaths of Lord Tacit and Miss Elezith, I shall extend my honors and those of my subordinates to prevent harm or death to humans for one night upon your request. However, I am.. grateful in being shown the Ethereal Court is wrong. The majority of your species does not directly constitute significant dangers to the safety of, as the human mare stated, 'cute ponies and their cuter goddesses'. I will challenge the wrongful rulings of the Ethereal Court, but they are stubborn. Change will not occur immediately."
>Giving the Crystalline Shell a deep bow, the Champion turns, stomping towards Tacit while throwing another rocky chuckle your way.
"Do not be deceived by the allures and vagaries of magic, human. It is a useful tool when others are unavailable. Fear not the sculptor nor her creations, fear instead the material which may be compelled to fail you."
>Setting down his shield-lance and carefully laying up the struggling red stallion atop it, Champion Belregard's bucket head swivels towards the Ward's corpse, then picks up the shield in both hands, tone audibly disgusted.
"I know not what the goddess of the Empire desires be done, instead I shall request unicorns of the Empire Wardens take the vessels. They must be granted the opportunity to study such dishonorable enemies."

[1d6+5 = 8]
<E.Reform
[1d6+5 = 9]

[1d6+5 = 7]

>Making a rattling cough, the rather bland looking Crystalline Shell turns on hoof in your direction, calling out in a young, rather sweet sounding voice.
"Whoo, finally I can talk again! Oh, you can come on out now, I think that's the last one!"

>The curious sound of reality tearing occurs, followed by the small, shadowed Crystal colt somehow sliding down from the building he'd been cheering from on top of, landing on his hooves and briskly prancing towards the Shell with a wide smile on his muzzle.
>Sweeping her forelegs out to pick the colt up, the mare stands up, hugging the colt tight while he speaks in an unusual double-voice, nearly Eldritch sounding voice to your ears.
>And, of course, quite squeaky due to his extremely young age.
<Crystal Pony> "Did you have fun mom?"
<Crystal Pony> "Hah, no! I'd rather tangle with a frost wurm again, these things were hitting us harder than a Hegemony Ranger in the middle of a frenzy!"
>Setting her (somehow?) colt down, the mare raises an amused brow, booping his nose to elicit a giggle.
<Crystal Pony> "You'll have to walk, all right? That thing looks kinda heavy."
<Crystal Pony> "Awww, fiiiine."
>Half-trotting around you to stand in front of the fairly well wrecked Outrider, the Shell bows her head, left foreleg sweeping under her in a short bow, standing back up with a relieved expression.
"Well hello there Royal Chamber Warmer! My name and rank aren't important but my thank you is! I was about ready to start detonating my manabombs if you hadn't shown up. Now let me put that thing on my back, I can carry it no problem, since, you know-"
>Pointing the left forehoff at her head, the mare grins.
"I can't get tired and I can brag about this to the other Shells later."
Razorback Fortress: The Bulletin Board
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.204195
204311
>>204151
>Lifting her shoulders in a wide, unknowing shrug, Emerald's eyes turn towards the Command Center.
"I don't know, I'm repeating what I heard. Haven't gone to take a look.. and I don't think I want to."
>Arms folding onto her overcoat, the Korean woman sighs, head dropping down as she mutters.
"She 'extracted' a bunch of information that we'll have to verify somehow. There was another mission to, carefully, take out Stalliongrad's biggest alchemy workshop. We were about to put a team together for it but that one's scrapped too. I don't really know what her intention was, I'm too tired to even consider what to put on the board, if anything."
>Glancing up for a moment, the part-time DJ rocks her head from side to side, visibly unsure.
"It's hard to tell, and even harder to spell it out, so I'll try to make this quick. According to a primal psion that I've had some contact with, which I'm not going to explain unless you've read or heard my report, three to four years ago 'Lord Tacit Dominion' of the Ruling Councilierge disappears without warning. Then Kinosach Lejura-"
>Nodding south in the direction of the Clinic.
"Gets suspicious about something he was doing or investigating. She investigates, finds a bunch of information on the Councilierge and their activities, gets a bunch of evidence, then sits on it. At the same time the primal psion I just mentioned does her own digging, finds what all the Councilierge actually look like, who they are, some of what they own, then makes contact with Nightblade.. Fankil, or something like that, in Canterlot. Fast forward to Fankil being murdered in his own office. The day after, one of the Councilierge throws a huge fit in Stalliongrad, we don't know what it was about or why. This is where it gets really strange."
"Immediately after this Lejura's mansion is invaded, but she manages to grab her proof, goes to work in the Dragonspines as a miner. She tried to cut a personal deal with Princess Luna through a former Lunar pony she meets. While Lejura's there she meets up with a few former Rogues that got out of Las Pegasus and a Crystal pony she knew years before. They compare some notes, figure out that Lucky was stealing and selling stuff from all over Equestria, and messing with us pretty badly. Every hoof starts getting pointed either at Lucky or the Councilierge. After that is where our information starts getting really fuzzy."
"As for 'Lord Tacit' no one in Stalliongrad knows where he went off to.. except he showed up along with Kend on the original Razorback train. They stole some stuff which I'm guessing they were going to try and use against the Councilierge, or maybe lure them into a conflict. If i remember this right Tacit and Kend were let off the hook, but Tacit starts working for Lucky a bit after that. I think he was investigating the Rogues and trying to see if they were cooperating with Stalliongrad, which we know now they weren't. Lucky got her dad's greed and started a trade war some years ago before their last conflict with Stalliongrad. When she disappeared, Tacit and Kend did too. What they've been doing we can't even start guessing at, but whatever Tacit's been doing isn't important right now."

>Taking a deep breath to settle her nerves, and shiver, you belatedly realize that you couldn't see through the Command Center's hardened walls.
>Though if you could, it'd probably be a rather strange scene.
>Making an attempt not to frown, Emerald switches out for a difficult to read, although somewhat morbid expression.
"Yes to.. both. Something happened either last night or the night before that: a blizzard bigger than any ever recorded hit Stalliongrad. It froze the entire city over in about two feet of ice within the first hour. We didn't cause it, Princess Cadence didn't either, but the ponies in Stalliongrad don't know that. We're stretched too thin to get ahold of any friendly earth ponies and hear what they know. Right now I'm more worried about the veteran team, replacing medical supplies, and trying to find out what those new ponies in the Clinic need. If you want to help out with any of those three give the real DJ a ring, he's trying to organize teams and I don't think he's having much luck."
>Peering down over her coat down to a glow in the dark watch, Emerald sighs once more, then nods to you, turning on heel and begins stiffly power walking towards the Command Center's north side, calling over her shoulder quickly.
"Sorry Zhun but I have to get back to the radio, talk to you later!"
Karl "Spruce" Osmundsson
!aGuq39zDO2
kgByf
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No.204198
204571
>>204138

"So are we going to have to beat it off him then?"
>He asked as Golden Horn's magic enveloped them, the all too familiar feeling of teleportation came over Spruce as his stomach lurched.
>He'd played a bit with the portals when he had first arrived on Tallus and gotten himself violently ill from overuse.
>Not his best moment.
>Then, with an all too sudden pop they find themselves back on the material world, wobbling around a bit from the sudden transition.
>He looks around at the scenery and the incline. >Were they on a mountain now?
"... Where are we now?"
Mallia Castella
NXg1g
?
No.204212
204220
>>204181
>As the Auspex scanned and she went through a brief maintenance period with her Preysense machine spirit, the enginseer ended up looking straight up towards the sky, past the massive canopy.
>She hadn't noticed the colour of the sky until now... And it made her brow furrow and her lips frown with concern, returning her hand to gripping the underside of her lasgun.

>Now, it wasn't the first time she'd seen a blood red sky. It could be explained scientifically. But, in her experience, not even once had a blood red sky been a good sign to anything.

(Remember: This place is at peak purity, daemons cannot come here... It could be a safe this time.)

>She tried to soothe her own tense emotions by focusing on something else. Shaking her head to herself as she processes the information from her auspex, and smiled a bit more cheerfully to the line from her Preysense's Machine Spirit.

>Uttering a quiet prayer to the Omnissiah in return to it. Mostly to keep herself calm and faithful.
>Her nerves were thoroughly frayed from having watched her closest companions be butchered before her eyes. The only thing keeping her from breaking down was how she kept her mind occupied from it, and her faith in her beliefs.
>Knowing that her machine spirits were happy also kept a smile on her face.

(Techna-Lingua) "The Omnissiah knows all, comprehends all. The Machine God will guide us ever onward through the path towards the unknown."

>To the onlooker the prayer would be a droning, but audible buzzing of signals and sounds. To her, however, the words made her straighten her back and take a deep, calming breath.

>She gently brought up her lasgun and held it closer against her chestplate, as she turned her head to look back the way she came, back towards where she last saw the equine xenoform, when the vox transmission brought a grimace to her face, and a more tense stance to her body.

(Robots? Who? Are they sanctioned?)

>As the thought ran through her mind, she finished her prayer in a calm, sing-song tone, in her strange language.

(Techna-Lingua) "Deus Mechanicus be praised. Anima Mechanicus be praised."

>With another, final deep breath, she began to carefully turn around. Evaluating her priorities. As the enginseer began to walk once more; this time moving AROUND the tree, to make visual contact with that sentinel sized imprint and the crux of the throne energies.

(I must make contact with the Inquisitor. That is priority. If he is not present, then I will find the xeno and gather intel from it. If that fails, then at least I must try to tap into their communications network, and establish a base of operations.)

>Once again, she began to multitask. Moving slowly but surely to disturb the wildlife that was congregated around her as little as humanly possible in her current state.

>She busied her MIU by interacting with her commbead and try to find the correct, most optimal frequency to listen into the communication of the pony -- not just from the pony, but from this "Command" that it has been speaking to.
>Mallia also prompts her Auspex to scan again, this time directing it directly towards the now identified 'Everfree drakes' to give them a deep scan as she passed them.
>And finally, she utilized her inefficient organic eyeballs, aided by her preysense vision, to keep seeking out any humanoid shapes.
>Or anything that looked vaguely more threatening that the drakes surrounding her.

[1d6+2 = 4]
CQ. Auspex Scan

[1d6+1 = 2]
B. Perception + Preysense
[1d6 = 4]

>She kept her lasgun level at her hip, never lowering her guard as she moved. She was still very much on edge and in unknown territory.
Different Night, Smaller Heresies...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204220
204291
>>204212
>Checking the sky once, the shafts of red light drifting down through the clouds had not increased nor decreased, making this either a common phenomena related to your realm translation, or a known event.
>Acknowledging your prayers, the micro-cogitator automatically transmits a soothing, Omnissiah approved musical selection in tune with your words, which equated into some form of Pre-Age of Strife ancient STC recordings being translated into Binary.
>It was passable if not a bit out of date compared to what certain Imperial Guardsmen preferred listening to, really.

>No longer seeing the mare xenoform within your visual range, the visor's Machine Spirit emits a scattered electronic signal, the bioplastic wafer and cognition chip each dropping entropic datacode before performing a Red Screen of Death.
>Still keeping a safe distance from your shadowed presence, the winged avians maintain their pairings, shuffling about in widening circles while some of the outer pairs begin to take off.
>Opening the commbead's frequencies across multiple spectrums to detect nearby transmissions, the broad spectrum jamming led to isolating a series of low band wavelengths, the type that not even the Imperial Guard dared to use due to being easily intercepted.
>Picking up on another voice, this one little more than a vaguely male tone amongst static-laden crackles, the xenos you'd heard before now breathing heavily, presumably running.
>Outside of the low bands was a lone solid wavelength, the coding and encryption methods unfamiliar to you and difficult to intercept.

>Parsing its previous scans for cross-referencing, the auspex focuses its sole attention on the glowing avians, bringing up several interesting details:
>The cause of bioluminescence was isolated as partially biological, mineral, and arcane in nature, with the remainder being a reactive elemental-thermal core of some sort embedded within the chest cavity of each, which itself was likewise biological.
>Appending its information to identify the creatures as 'drakes' based on ancient pre-Age of Strife mythologies, the Machine Spirit delivers short reference notes on similar creatures rarely found inhabiting Death Worlds, excepting that the nearby creatures did not display any aggression patterns.
>While the drakes themselves were probably capable of harming a human in short order, their behavior patterns were consistent with many reptilian Agri-World species; the next line of derived raw data indicated that these drakes had no relationship to the various gene-engineered species of Grox whatsoever.
>Making a final scroll of information, the auspex makes a logical deduction that the same method used for bioluminescence was due to several anomalous energy waveforms and may likely be transmitted through the core itself.

>Rounding the tree for a close inspection through the grainy red visor, you're forced to tip it up in order to examine the tree's peculiar arcane damage.
>Not only was the auspex's calculation correct, it was a bit more impressive than you suspected: the 'fist' imprint had sunken into the tree approximately 4.3 meters, having a width of 7.8 meters and a length of 9.6 meters, and given the relatively high density of the tree's fibers, this was certainly more controlled than the average sanctioned psyker's capabilities that you could think of.
>Leaning in to examine the damage more closely, the mounds of fresh sap giving off a slightly sweet scent, the auspex even noting that was edible if not particularly lacking in general nutrients, except that the odd metallic substance might be a minor digestive concern.
>Feeling and sensing the strange chroniton energies still present within the impact, the overall damage to the tree should heal within the month, albeit leaving a fairly large burl as it continued to grow.
>The auspex's Machine Spirit confirms its prior readings, now indicating that it should be able to pick up on additional Throne-energies.

>Picking up on another communication from the mare xenoform, this one was barely able to be heard.
*"You again.. can't even get ten.. before we have to.. what your problem is.. start recording now!"*
>Interrupting the broken up conversation flow, the fuzzy tone of a male can be heard speaking.
*"..concern ourselves with.. unknown dendrovore creature.. isn't hostile to us.. we can take.. hill northwest.. no explosives please.. hot spring? Might.. breaking up Command, what? ..follow red light, it's.. range? Keep going.. make room and.. half what you eat.."*
The L.O.N.T
3SmtJ
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No.204285
204509
1456358559631.jpg
>>204194

>"This woman sounds oh so lovely."
>Lont thought as he looked over his bike.

>He wondered if honour was a tangible thing back where Belregard came from, perhaps it is used as legal tender.
"I cannot argue with such logic I admit, trying times these are."
>Something that was becoming more and more apparent, what a time to get into Empire politics.
>The Operator looked away from his mangled bike back towards the Champion, concern clear on his face.
"Thank you Belregard, I will keep such a thing in mind. And just like what I plan to do here, change won't come immediately to the Crystal State. Good luck on such an endeavour."
>He had some hope the Ethereal will succeed to some extent, he must, if he didn't than Lont wouldn't have any faith in himself.
"Well as of right now Champion Belregard I have no other options left but for magic to me used."
>He said patting his empty EMS back before poking his ruined bike, though his brow furrowed.
"The Wardens have Unicorns? Hmm, alright then. While you do that I will tell Cadence."
>Lont cleared his thoughts of all monologue and imagery for the moment then sent a single sentence with no need to reply.
>"Deed is done, she is dead."

>The sound of the wrestler mare able to talk again made him smile some, back together again. One less pony to be concerned with.
>Wait.
>Waht.
>No fucking really-
>To say Lont was confused would be misleading, he was absolutely flabbergasted even when he should of known better at this point.
>"Just...Roll with it."
>He returned the bow.
"That is debatable, you know my name and nickname, I should least know yours miss."
>He said as he got onto one knee in front of her and gave her foreleg greeting kiss.
"I thank you, your assistance is more than welcome. Though be careful since it will leak smelly and flammable liquids."
>The human hoped Manabombs didn't have an unstable reaction to gasoline.
"And your son, colt, what's his name?"
>If it even had one, would not surprise the Operator if he didn't.


Mallia Castella
NXg1g
?
No.204291
204525
>>204220

>>204220
>The prayer and the accompanying music helped her recover her focus. The Omnissiah was with her and her machine spirits were her companions, she could not fail!

>For a good few seconds, she was pumped. Wiggling up and down and making all of her gear, backpack, and shield, shuffle silently up and down her body.
>And then, as she looked back towards the way she came once to see that the equine was gone, her visor INSTANTLY malfunctions again.

"Aw, NO!... Dang it!!"

>She suddenly snapped out of short-lived glee to lightly curse in Low Gothic like a normal person; feeling a wave of pure worry, frustration, and sadness wash through her as her visor ceases to function.
>A feeling that is a little unfamiliar, as the implants she previously had mostly kept her emotions in check. To the point that she could be cheerful no matter; even when she took a Slugga round to the hip and shattered a few bones.

>The Enginseer whimpers, squinting at the red bar of death as the brightness of it makes her flinch her head back and stumble on her steps. She could barely see with it in the way!
>Quickly, she begins to hurriedly interface with the visor using her MIU once more, trying to shut the visor off for the time being as she got to looking at the big dent into the tree, having to tilt her head so she could see past the big red bar!

>For a moment she even looked a bit silly, holding out her hand like a blind person to make sure she wasn't walking straight into something; unable to see where she stepped.

(You need rest. This isn't good for you. You clearly need a break!)

>She breathed a sigh of relief when the visor actually shuts down, leaving her to squint as she adjusted to the natural light of the enviornment.
>Without the preysense vision she wouldn't have much visibility in the dark. But she would make do.
>Besides, she had perfect vision. She just needed to adapt to the light.

>As soon as she was facing the psyker based damage on the tree, she pursed her lip and squinted her eyes to see it a little better from beneath the red bar that still lingered.
>With the help of her micro-cogitator, she took in the details within the span of a single second. As did her auspex.

>Her glance quickly darted away, and around, around to make sure she wasn't being watched, or she had missed something.
>Then lifted her wrist from her lasrifle, to also look at her auspex's screen and check on the counter regarding the Shadow Exposure threshold. Feeling a bit paranoid about it.

>Paranoid enough that she felt the uncontrollable urge to check it. Pursing her lip quite deeply and sighing out loud through her nose and respirator with some anxiety.

(I really hope this Shadow condition is not permanent. Though it is convenient, I will need to shed it eventually...)

>The relatively lithe enginseer idles there for but moment, as she issues the command to her Auspex scanner to find additional sources of Throne energies within it's maximum range.

[1d6+2 = 8]
CQ. Auspex Scan

>She knew her Auspex was fast, but she lowkey told the Auspex to take it's time scanning and be thorough. She felt a certain pain in her organic legs and spine that required her to sit down...

>While she waited for her auspex to complete it's task, she turned her back to the tree, takes a few steps back, and leans her side onto it's more healthy bark - away from the damaged portion.
>With a sudden, and mostly mental exhaustion, she began to sag and slide down until she was at a sitting position on her haunch, cradling her lasgun.
>One hand, her arm coiled around her rifle protectively to embrace it like a teddy bear, reached up to her commbead to keep listening onto the radio conversation using her MIU to tap into the machine spirit and try to boost the signal, even if only slightly.
>Even her mechadendrite is commanded into moving, the long metal-skeletal arm bringing it's censer closer to her to emit a puff of it's incense as she worked.

[1d6+2 = 7]
Blessed Incense of the Omnissiah
[1d6+1 = 5]
B. Tech-Use + CQ. MIU
[1d6+1 = 4]

>Her mind clears up a bit more as she focused solely on her work; her eyes not really doing much more than staring ahead towards the field -- or whatever was ahead of her. But quickly Mallia slowly starts to finds too tired to think; even if for only a moment, as a certain kind of exhaustion creeps in. Looking idly to the sky, only her ears and her auspex there to alert her of threats.

[1d6 = 3]
B. Perception
[1d6 = 1]

Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.204300
204315 204395 204555
>>204192
>Checking the Tacpad, he's happy to find some sort of path that'll lead them to the crypt.
"Looks like there's an old access road being renovated that should take us right to it. That's good"
>Jeff begins driving around the Village's perimeter to find the beginning of said path.

>>204166
>As he keeps driving Jeff can see Sunny poke her muzzle into the front, within the Underdark.
"Krinza, huh? Seems like you're already earning your bits, then."
>Hmm. That means she's still collecting under Razorback, he guesses.

>>204169
>Jeff looks over at Clem, slightly worried at his response.
"Silver? Construct maybe? Guess you'll find out eventually, right?"
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.204305
204571 204677 205096
>>204138
>The Witcher looks at Spruce who's clearly confused on his task, pointing at the chiqtu.
"Well, the only armor we're looking to remove is this little guy's. Hopefully we can talk this Excelleon down. It'd be hard for him to remove the chiqtu's armor, if he's dead."

>>204138
"Huh, why? You think they'll eat you? From what I've been told, there's a lot of ponies living there too."
>Adon takes Golden Horn's optimism with a bit of salt, as he shrugs his shoulders dismissively.
"He's a bit of a dick, too. Then again, maybe it comes with the job."

>Golden Horn's... horn light up, sending the four of them through another portal.
>He doesn't know if it's a Witcher thing, but he's always woozy after a portal.
>Lambert, Eskel, even Geralt hate them.
>Regaining his bearings, he checks his surrounding to be a much different. Less snow, more rocks, upward incline in terrain. Seemed like they were at the thinning base of a mountain.
>Hopefully it's the mountain they need to ascend.
"If this it it, let's start heading up."
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.204311
204811
>>204195
>Again, Zhun quietly listened to the spew of news coming at him, trying to process it all
"This is starting to sound a lot like politics. Eugh."
>Most of the events she mentions doesn't ring a bell for Zhun
>All the isolation did that for him
>Bringing it more to the present, he listens to Emerald about Stalliongrad
"Maybe the weather took a turn? Otherwise, sounds like magic."
>Veteran team?
>In Stalliongrad?"
"A team in Stalliongrad going through all that mess? Sounds bad."
>Seeing her go to the north side, Zhun gives a wave goodbye
"Ok, good luck to you!"
>Hmmm..
>He is now out of a mission
>What did she say about needing more medical supplies?
>Well first, he needs to get back to Indurian
>He did just leave him while he got passed out drunk and maybe worse
>He leave the bunker and heads over to the mess hall to see if he's there
Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.204315
204555 204832 204844
>>204192
>Clem gives a chuckle at the scene around them
>He didn't deal much in batponies, but their antics are amusing
>What isn't is the orange dot in the sky
>He needs to confirm what that thing is
>>204300
"Construct maybe. Yeah, I'll see what I can do."
>He needs some way to observe the area around the Basin Village
"Jeff, if you don't mind much, can you find some vantage point for me that can look over the village? I'll be sitting there, trying to figure out what's going on. Don't worry, if your team needs help, you have my blade. And you know how fast I can get."

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.204317
204576
>>204190
[As suspected. Possible Solar conspiracy? Fringe elements under a clone's control?]

>Pareidolia silently listens for a minute before beginning to enter the sequence for Spiral's Lab.

"A grim situation with no strategically viable answer."

>He whispers to his AI:

"And monitor frequency 9.63 in addition to standard protocols now and when I leave the Faraday Cage. Notify me of any communications on that wavelength... to answer your question, your form was a concession of that Class 3 in order to bring your unit here."

>He waits for Hodch to catch his breath and step away before activating the matrix, offering him and Naliyna a nod.
>He then looks to the Remnant muttering:

"Ten bodies, one mind."

[Can only hope their internal fluid holds a species specific weakness that can be exploited.]
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
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No.204320
File (hide): 0.0 (0.0 bytes, 0, )
[1d6+3 = 6]
[1d6+3 = 7]

Sunny Feathers
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.204395
204555 204832
>>204192
>Recalling the leaflet, Sunny's former melancholy having been replaced by curiosity was replaced in turn by disgust. The mare turning her gaze away from the Destroyers completely.
>As effective as Destroyers could be, what would they do when they ran out of ponies that were already dying? Would they ask for fit and healthy volunteers?
>What about when those dried up? Conscription? Dogma to make ponies willingly fling themselves across some metaphorical rainbow bridge?
>At least not everypony was okay it.
>Flicking her ear over at Mercy and Boris, Sunny knew exactly what they were saying and chose not to say anything.
>It might have been rude, but it definitely wasn't inaccurate.
>And she would know first hoof how true that was.
>…
>Still, had Mercy's parents never taught her manners? Inebriated or not, it never paid well to speak about ponies, or anyone, when they weren't around to hear it.

>>204300
"I'm supposed to be paid a monthly salary, but everypony insists on giving me bits for each job even though my contract doesn't allow for me to be paid except at Krinza's instruction, as I'm not technically part of Razorback, just a mercenary on retainer."
>As much as she hated doing mercenary work, it was really all she was good for if she were being honest with herself.
>Noticing the other human's head turned up and focused on something, Sunny followed his gaze. What was he looking at? The moon?
>It was red tonight, that couldn't bode well.
>She kept her ears twitching around listening for anything out of the ordinary, though finding it difficult to do so over the vehicle's annoyingly loud engine.

[ 1d6+3 = 6 ] < B. Perception
[ 1d6+3 = 7 ]
Anonymous
P6NuH
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No.204401
204404 204408
Cheto.jpg
Hello.
I would like to enter this fantastical realm.
Here's what I cobbled up with the innawoods.net link.

Name: José ‘Cheto’ Gallo
Position: Free Operator
Theme: Young runaway. Charmer. Negotiator. Haggler.
HP: 10
Armor: None
XP: 5
Unspent: 0

Defensive skills: Basic Block, Basic Evasion, Basic Speed, Basic Sprinting, Basic Stealth

Offensive skills: Basic Assault, Basic Parry, Basic Riposte, Basic Small Arms

Utility skills: Basic Speech, Basic Negotiation, Basic Bartering
Anonymous
/YMcj
?
No.204404
Tech support.png
>>204401
Our GMs are currently <MISSING> and cannot process your application at this time, please stay on hold while our GMs <WAKE THE FUCK UP>, thank you!
The GM L.O.N.T
19F4o
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No.204408
204425
1506077253764.jpg
>>204401
your cobbled up mess is good
Anonymous
P6NuH
?
No.204425
204479
>>204408
Thank you.

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.204479
>>204425
Here's a link. https://discord.gg/XRNb9n
The Crystal-City State: Cleanup Duties
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204509
204579
>>204285
"May I suggest that you improve your medical technologies? It would do wonders for your species upon world. Magic is a fickle particulate state."
>Bringing to bear what could only be seen as an amused, four-eyed expression, the Champion affects a smug tone.
"The many unicorns whom followed the dishonorable, abusive royal of Canterlot fled his service into the sanctic custody of Princess Cadence. I have discovered them to be.. beyond reproach despite their eccentric natures."
>Offering a small bow, Belregard hefts the shield up to his chest, stomping towards the sealed off west alley and, reasonably so, kicking a hole into it.

"Be nice, okay?"
>Head bending down to nudge her very young colt's head, the Shell puts on a cheeky, mischievous smile.
"Nah, I was messing with you, way too old to be serious. Blame the batponies, I like their humor since I've met them. Name's Shattered Glacier, no rank needed since I'm, well, you know about us. First Crystal pony to break the Conclave ice shelf about.. four something thousand years ago. No explanation needed unless you're really bored for the tail. Or tale, either way."
>Raising an eyebrow at the royal gesture, Shattered dips her head in return respectfully, afterwards peering at her hoof with a muted chuckle.
"You know, I might just have to seduce you for a night so long as Cady wouldn't mind.. and, no, that won't bother me any. Only things that do are Void, acids, dragons, getting dropkicked by a minotaur, or squeezed by a frost wurm's coils. Everything else rolls off me like wind over ice, really."
>Puffing out her chest proudly, the unremarkable Shell places her hoof on the colt's shoulders lightly, whom was studying you with an unusually silent, curious expression.
"My son's name is Void Crasher. He's pretty studious so don't mind if he doesn't talk much, studying is more important to him than speaking. And, let's just say I'd prefer not explain how he came about or else I'd be real humiliated since it's one of 'those' things that just happens."
>Glancing towards the Champion for a moment, then to the filly, the Crystalline Shell's nose twitches, dropping several octaves as she tilts her head at you, eyes half-lidded in mild concern.
"I can sense your emotions, they taste.. weird to me, but I understand. The injured you've no doubt seen getting here? Don't worry about them, every Crystal healer is required to carry at least two few doses of Cryptus. They'll be treated ponifally by Cadence once she's free. Any that can't be saved will be offered the choice of a Shell or being interred in the Labyrinth. Now, let me figure this out."

>Turning to puzzle over the Outrider for a moment, what the shell does next was inconceivable for a (normal) pony: sticking out a hoof out, Glacier attaches it to the Outrider's mangled fork, quickly dropping onto her side, the heavy impacts making loud, amusing *TINK* noises.
>Forcefully rolling herself over and underneath the Outrider, rear wheel now slung over the mare's rump and the body laying across her saddle, the hoof remaining solidly attached to the fork, Shattered Glacier heaves herself upwards.
"Reminds me of dragging all the tower chunks out after the Bitch King was shredded into little pieces, least it isn't crying about how unfair all this is."
>Snerking to herself loudly, the Crystalline Shell enters a slow three-legged walk towards the hole Champion Belregard had finally made, tossing her head in that direction while her colt slides along after the technically-a-mare, inspecting the strange machine from behind with a sense of wonder radiating off him.
"Lont, and yes I know your real name, I'd honestly suggest letting him fume a bit so he isn't stupidly formal all the time. Ethereals don't kindly to being defeated and that one has many exceptions to most of his kind."
>Wiggling the Outrider through the ice wall, which fortunately involved the Shell twisting your prized motorcycle through the uneven tunnel rather carefully, Glacier calls back over her should.
"But unlike most of his kind, he's a good guy. You have to understand that everything he says is governed by Ethereal rules of conduct and law: they can't allow even a single detraction or else their entire system falls apart due to infighting. Last time that happened we had to obliterate a few thousand of them following the Bitch King. Believe it or not they calmed a good deal since then."
Different Night, Smaller Heresies...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204525
204619
>>204291
>Examining the auspex's meter, it had crept up to 0.2 out of a possible 100, which was far below nominal safety levels.
>Studying the Machine Spirit's calculations, it was using known large scale Warp exposures for reference, which as you knew were based on hostile Chaos corrupted worlds, and was likely using standard Cult Mechanicus paranoia in its duties to keep you safe.

>Finding your way to the psyker damaged section of the tree and placing your hand on the firm, unyielding mass, upon inhaling the untainted, slightly sweet air through the carapace helmet's respirator, you are treated to a soothing grace of the Omnissiah from the auspex.
>Sitting down next to the chroniton-infused tree's damage, the Auspex carefully resets its sensors into performing careful deep scans of the environment.
>Picking through the unencrypted vox signals while the auspex spools data through its cogitator and cross-references, the communication codes from the mare xenoform and the unknown male turn into complete static, their Low Gothic phrases little more than half-caught words of annoyance on the mare's part and the male's dryly logical tone offering rebuttals.

>Refreshed by the sweet incense fuming about you in a pleasing cloud of pink, the auspex slowly delivers interesting data within the environment:
>The Ordo Chronos Inquisitor had left numerous trails of chronitons and Throne-energies in its wake throughout the region, the most significant of which within the past week being the tree you were sitting against, yet many of the 'seqoyya' trees within a kilometer had suffered her wrath at some point in the path.
>The Machine Spirit notes a brief datum that the Inquisitor had been blowing off irrational emotional instabilities related to her duties, but also cautioned that the Ordo Chronos was virtually unknown to the Cult Mechanicus; not only did they develop their own technologies and use their abilities in manners that the Administratum Mechanicus didn't understand, they retained full control of their emotions so as to better channel relatively untainted Warp energies.
>Entering a curious state of digital wonder, the auspex continues on in noting a pattern of chroniton particles: the flora patch where you had encountered the heavily armored equine was a primary source of Throne-energies, which it believed to be a habitual trail that you could follow back to the point of origin.
>Among the carefully scanned data was a single key note that the Inquisitor was, based upon the amount of chroniton particles and the seemingly random violence dealt throughout the scanned environment, most likely female, yet it retained an unfamiliar form of trace, potentially xenos energies that were quite different from the winged equine's.
>Of course, it had never registered specific Ordo Chronos energies beyond its small datacore, and labeled the notation as a mere potential for you to take advantage of; after all, weren't Inquisitors still human, and therefore possible to manipulate?
>The Cult Mechanicus would of course approve of your actions greatly.

>Calming down in a Cult Mechanicus approved manner, the visor's Machine Spirit purges its wayward, entropy-laden coding, the helmet integrated Preysense returning to standard operating functionality.
>It even gave you a digital honorific for making it obey your holy commands, one that it filed away for future use.

>Studying the shafts of red light that you could see, the illumination was, so far as you could tell, stable.
>While the light spectrum was easier to see in, it did not give perfect definitions to the gargant tree forest, although you could see numerous, far flung lone branches many meters off the ground level.
>While the flora was definitely not a Death World form, the rapidly growing trees certainly were.

>Hearing a scratchy ping through the voxbead, an exhausted sounding voice that was a 93% match for standard human inferences breaks through the mass jamming static with a derisive sigh.
*"Are the two of you shitting me? A giant beaver with wings? ..how big? ..look, we have much worse problems to deal with. No, I don't care if it's the size of a station wagon, just get me a recording of it so we can put it on the don't mess with list.. no, that's fine, if it wants to eat branches then let it. ..there's not even enough to worry about. If you find one dead salvage the pelt, teeth, and bones, all right? When you two, or three, get done then head back northwest to the hill."*
A Cryptic Lunar Crypt: Basin Village
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.204555
204832 204844 205023
>>204300
>Driving through the moderately collected Destroyers into the Basin's exterior, a large ring of recently placed square granite stones broke up up the former raised peat bog.
>Creeping the Dagor north over the relatively fresh earth pony works, the road was set up more like a round gathering place for batponies to nap around the village, but thankfully the Destroyers hadn't been pushed out this far.

>>204315
>Giving the orange dot one last look, the area north around the Basin was surprisingly empty.
>It seemed not even the traders or Moorites were around, oddly.

>>204395
>Muttering angrily in the back, Mercy slaps a wing down into one a seats, making making a squeaky noise.
<Earth Pony> "Denra and his damned logic!"
<Earth Pony> "It was not that he programmed me to understand this game, I spend more time winning than I do losing."
[1d6 = 3]
<Boris
[1d6 = 6]
<Mercy

>Ears perked up, the only sounds you could hear, at least from the Basin Village, were those of Destroyers being roughly bullhandled and cowhandled into some utterly vague semblance of order.
>That is, the only type that batponies could hoofle: chaotic.
>Peering upwards, you note a small, stationary orange dot west of Luna's Moon, the barest hints of being surrounded by small, darker specks apparent, though the colorations were difficult to surmise due to the blood red light drifting down.
>Watching the likely Construct gathering, a tiny spark below the largest dot emerges into atmosphere, leaving a silver colored wake trail and what looked like a droplet of black water following it.

>Stopping the Dagor to let Clemency off on the north end close to a recently built, Roman styled stone road, Mercy lifts a wing to him with a quiet, amused snort.
"Do not let the batponies.. near your pockets."
Wilderness -A Small Nuisance
The GM L.O.N.T
FIvO+
?
No.204571
204677 205096
tumblr_olf7w6Sdqy1vsf0zro1_1280.jpg
>>204198
>Golden burped out an air pocket, trapped by the teleportation, then sighed with satisfaction.
"Never met him myself just read reviews from his then peers along with listening to rumours, they went that he was from the Order. Dunno how. From what I gleamed he has the stubbornness to put an Earth pony to shame."

>Survival training kicking in Spruce saw that they were much closer to the mountain, thinking about it he surmised Golden Horn had translocated them a good 3 miles closer to the land mark.
>It appeared there was still another kilometre before he, Adon and Golden were able to climb the thing proper with rocky terrain and uneven surfaces laying in between the party and the destination.

>>204305
>The Chitqu clung onto Adons' shoulder armour tightly, shivering from being teleported.
"Little fellow not used to such a thing."

>With a clear head again the Unicorn took in his new surroundings, wondering if there was anything to eat nearby.
"Gryphons are not fussy eaters Adon, I have read several books on the subject. Still, it is good they are highly civilized."
>A chuckle reverberated out of his throat, not sounding joyful.
"He must be lonely then, we ponies are a herd species so to be isolated away from his kind must make him a bitter stallion."

>This was the mountain, the same one he has been heading towards for days now. That distinct blue colouration was unmistakable.

>Recovering some sense of a spine, the Chitqu hopped off the Witcher and began to scurry about on the ground, sniffing the immediate area about.
"Furball is acting up, wonder why?"
>Looking up from its perusing it nodded then went back to work.

[1d6+2 = 4]
>Perception



Canterlot -Hell
The GM L.O.N.T
FIvO+
?
No.204572
204585
>>204193

>Venous tapped a polished hoof onto the shiny granite and gold tiled pathway in contemplation, ignoring Corsens' wandering hands.
"I do not know nor do I think they would check you, you are a human after all and I heard humans were well liked in the Lunar faction."
>Making up her mind she held her head up high and trotted towards the entrance, not registering that the human cultist was being dragged along and was tripping over himself to keep up.

>Her confident stride was hampered by Corsen whom attracted attention, said attention began to talk openly at what they saw.
>Some mares enthusiastically said Corsen was being led by his Herd Mate, or he was being returned for being terrible while others laughed at how silly the duo looked.
>'Do not give them your precious attention, you are above such gossipers.'

>With a stomp of a hoof Venous stopped in front of the Nightguards and the Guild door, clearing her throat she asked in a calm yet assertive tone.
"I would like to gain entrance to this establishment, allow me entry."
>Both guards gave each other a look.
"Why do you ask?"
"Yes...you just walk inside."
...
>A cough.
..
>A hoof scuffs the floor.
.
>Venous mounting embarrassment keeps rising through the awkward silence.
>("THIS SILENCE OFFENDS SLANNESH!")
>Screamed the echoing voices in Corsens brain.

"MOVE YOUR FAT ASS BITCH I'M LATE FOR AN APPOINTMENT!"
>Screamed a very real and very angry mare behind the cultist, the legs of the mare in question were wobbling from how her travel packs were over filled.
>Veins were even visible in her neck and forehead, and if looks could kill Corsen felt he would of died a horrible non-orgasming death.
"I see, I shall do that."
>Said Venous quietly, her tail tucked between her legs and she hastily trotted inside, Corsen still barely following along.

>The lobby of the Guild was filled with so many multi-coloured ponies it would of honestly caused a seizure to those unprepared for such a sight.
>To Corsen it was a good pain.
>Sadly, the majority of the ponies in the lobby were in queues awaiting for their turn to talk to what looked like five deskmares total.
"I see, we must await our turn if we are to requisition a Packmare Corsen."
>She sounded happy about this.
>Too happy.

Spiral's Lab
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204576
204717
>>204317
>Shrugging at the exact same time, Naliyna and Hodch turn mildly questioning eyes to each other.
"Even if I wanted to ask the Empire to help out the Lunars, you might only get a couple of Conclave ponies to help out."
"Your gesture is appreciated Naliyna, however, there is little that can be done at the moment. And I'm well aware of the Conclaves, they're a bit too traditional for us to deal with."

>Exiting standby mode, the A.I Marquis exhibits a ruffled state at the unwarranted and potentially dangerous circumstance.
>Popping another salute and turning around to poke at its own tiny screen, the system begins a in depth examination of the oddly low band wavelength.

>Standing up with a huff, Hodch, now sweating heavily, steps off the matrice towards Naliyna's tent-stall, waving the notepad in farewell as Naliyna tosses a hoof in the air as well.
"I'm too bucking old for hauling duties. Let me know when you need something studied or find something too weird to deal with, I'll either be here or.. trying to find Nibbles, again."

>Translating from the Pagoda into Spiral's spread out lab with little fanfare other than a blip of red static, you were now standing in a closed off room behind elemental's alchemy lab set up.
>The three walls behind you were a flat, matte white, the rather well hidden entrance door swinging open without sound.
>The only changes you could see were the entire northeastern wall stacked with rows of wooden crates, each one containing four roughly gallon sized battles and emblazoned with Razorback's logo.
>The last was a large copper still in the middle of Spiral's mechanical and engineering work space, two large heatstones underneath it while the air still faintly smelling of sweet, low alcohol cider.
Jamal Ratchet
!PsOrb9esFQ
U/Kel
?
No.204578
204610
>>202638
>Confused and initially upset that his gift was spat back out, Jamal takes the mixtape and calms down once he realizes it isn't his own.
>He takes it back to his room and immediately listens to it, eager to see just what goddesses listen to.
>It was eye opening.
>With his newfound inspiration, the nigger steps back outside and lights up a cheap cigarillo, debating his next course of action.
>An idea hits him for the easiest known way to give songs greater traction: ethnic cameos.
>His cigarillo is put out and he move his ass over to the command center for directions.
"Ayy who here knows the biggest city in Zebrica? I'm finna find me some talent!"
The L.O.N.T
FIvO+
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No.204579
204602
fucking AARTGH.gif
>>204509

"Back home on Ferrundus we could regrow limbs, my left hand for example."
>He rotated his hand by the wrist, it being slightly lighter in skin tone than his arm.
"We don't have such tech in the Fortress, maybe in the future but not now."
>Talking about Ferrundus and how he will never return made him groan.

"I see."
>Lont said hesitantly, he only knew that the Royals were bad news. Good news it was that it did not extend to their subordinates.
>Oh.
>Now he was punching a hole in the ice wall.
>Ok.
>It made sense, they were all effectively trapped in a box.
>'Should not of teleported.'

>Shattered Glacier, how appropriate.
"Nice to meet you Miss Glacier, glad to know you have a tasteful sense of humour, tasteful as mangoes."
>She was old, really old.
>Standing up he rolled his shoulders, enjoying the stiffness leaving them.
"Careful, I will take you on that offer, I am wanting to travel the world and bed as many different females as I can. Be warned, you might be shattered after I am done with you."
>The human said with a confident grin, which became less confident when he remembered a small colt was right next to the mother he was seducing.

"Oh really, Void Crasher sounded like a real talker moments ago when cheering you on."
>Lont wanted to rustle the colts mane, but he felt he might lose his hand again since he was made out of the void.

>The lusty bravado that puffed his chest deflated slightly. yes many will be saved and he won't have to work himself to death now. but not all will be saved, that is what got under his skin.
"Least there is a silver lining."

>Arms crossed he watched in amazement as Glacier did what she did.
>why, why was he still being surprised after all what has happened today dammit.
...
>wait what!?"
>"she knows my real name, no, no that is not true. Cannot be."

>He did not know if she was talking to him now but nevertheless nodded along.
"I think I will stay clear of Ethereal politics."
>Now that was truth he could stick to, he would be damned before going to their realm.

>Lont followed the Shell out of the enclosed area, ignoring the knot in his gut about leaving the recently killed monsters there to lie.
"A question, what would happen if I were to pet your colt?"

Corsen
!!NqBxIZTw8.
Iggfw
?
No.204585
205207
>>204572
>Annoyed at Venous moving without his approval, Corsen grumbles at not slapping one of her flanks.
"I am not affiliated with the 'other' humans. Most of my time was spent here with a couple trips into a strange city in the clouds.. which I hated. A lot."
>Glancing around at the welcoming and rather adorable equine xenos, the cultist lifts his unoccupied hand to point at the Honor Guard out of her armor, mouthing the words: 'she's my ride, not my mate'.
>Grinning and waving in a friendly fashion, Corsen freezes up at the first Night Guard's question, staring at the helmet in deep concern, switching to the second in the hopes of an explanation.
(THANK YOU for the obvious, voices! I need to make a distraction first before I can sh-)

>Not even daring to look towards the sudden packmare's arrival, he tightens his grasp on Venous' mane, once again aware of his own deeply mortal fears.
(I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die-)
>Letting go of the unicorn once inside, the Death Cultist turns his attention from side to side, then drops to a knee, hissing at the unicorn.
"Why in the fifty twisted filly ovaries I've tasted are there Khornates here?! I wasn't warned about this!"
The Crystal City-State: Cleanup Duties...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204602
205208
>>204579
>Unimpeded by Tacit's weight, or his own inordinate damage, the Ethereal Golem swivels his bucket head around to nod in an approving, almost mischievous fashion, continuing on through the ice wall.
"The Ethereal Plane would entirely agree with such technologies. Heed my words, human: magic is a tempestuous mistress. Do not provoke it unless you must. The goddesses do not count, of course."

"Don't charm me now, I was the one trying to be polite to you!"
>Visibly turning a soft red at your compliment, Shattered Glacier calls over the Outrider, giggling in a mock-sensuous manner.
"You do that and Cady might demand I'm your first every night!"
>Finding the half-physical colt sliding along above the crystal ground next to you, uninterested by anything save for giving a slackened stare of incredible confusion at the sky, as if trying to understand everything at once.
>The poor colt was definitely under two years of age, not even old enough to appreciate the humor, and wouldn't be for at least another four years at the absolute minimum.
>Waiting for you to enter the next alleyway, cleared of all ponies while the Champion continues onwards, directly to the Spire, the Shell lifts her front shoulders, and the entire Outrider itself, in an amused shrug as she politely snorts.
"Different deal there Mister Lont. He's fascinated about the world, and cheers me on whenever I'm tangling with something. I can't 'correct' what he likes or else I'd turn into a soggy, heavy blanket. It's wrong for anypony to tell their fillies and colts how to be, you know?"
>Plodding into the next alley intersection, the Shell turns her head up and around, barely able to see you over the motorcyle, her facial expressions soured.
"Bluntly speaking from just my own experience: a bunch of them are okay, less are decent, and a couple dozen are good, or nice. The rest can fall apart in an Eldritch fire for all I care, not that they'd deserve that kind of respect."
>Hearing the conversation from ahead, Champion Belregard makes another grunt, this time in surreptitious agreement.
"Spare neither thought nor prayers for idiots, they deserve the fates granted to them."
"See what I mean? Belregard's pretty great once you get under his shell, pun intended!"
>Laughing over the *tink* noises of her hooves, Glacier tosses her mane into the air amusedly at the question.
"Oh you silly human! Nothing bad at all will happen, he hasn't figured out much more than how to negate gravity for a few seconds! Go ahead and pick him up, I'm sure he'd like being carried by one of Cady's best friends!"

>Head turning upwards to stare at you, the shadowed colt's eyes widen in a mixture of hope, wonder, and pure excitement.
Razorback Fortress: The Command Center
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204610
205511
>>204578
>Inspired by the unquestionably sublime music, your journey from the Barracks to the Command Center is made in the span of seconds, blowing clouds of smoke at ponies that were neither brothas nor sistas along the way.
>Except for that one mare whom was actually black, she was cool.
>Popping open the door and leaning in, the rather humorous Arab and the hate-friend red unicorn mare he didn't like much jerking awake from under the map table.
>Both hit their heads on the table's underside at the same time, though their swearing was in entirely different languages, the second much worse and far more rude sounding without context.
<?????> "!!!!!"
<Unicorn> "!!!!!! !!!!"

>Seeing a brown gloved hand beckon you in to the back room, a completely exhausted DJ Lonestar next to an entirely disheveled Emerald lean back in their somehow uncomfortable looking chairs, the first swiveling to you while lifting a hand to place on his forehead, visibly suffering from sleep deprivation and at least two consecutive headaches.
"..you mean Zebraica right?"
>Not only did he sound Texan, he was honky as hell!
"Fuck if Ah know, half that continent ain'part o'mah language."
>Reaching over to push Lonestar's chair back around to the master radio, the Korean woman folds her arms, raising an eyebrow thoughtfully.
"Get some sleep for a bit. We don't have much contact with Zebraica since Zigri doesn't talk about where he's from, but the few I've read about I can at least give you the names of. Neighgeria, Potswana which is known for you know what, the Central Mare Republic which is dominated by mares so I wouldn't even consider trying there. Neighro is the capital of Neighgypt, a bunch of giant pyramid city-states with huge hanging gardens. There's Snootdan, Neighshells on the coast somewhere that have a really friendly rivalry with Cairn Wharf, Porto Hoofo, then there's Snootadishu, biggest city that sells raw alchemical supplies, although we don't have any contacts there. Fillybooty which I can't recommend for obvious reasons, Triponeigh on the coast, they sell us fresh stuff now and then but it's a pretty peaceful place. The last couple are.."
>Placing the left hand on her right temple and rubbing, the ex-stripper frowns, waving a hand at you in apology.
"The Equitorial Pony. I don't know anything about that place except pegasi refuse to go there. Second one is Smallia, apparently a bunch of short Zebras live there. I'm really sorry Jamal, we just don't have much interaction with Zebraica over all since they haven't contacted us. I'd like to at least know more about them, but there's a partial world map on the table out there if you'd like, might find a few places I can't think of right now. If you do, please let us know, we're struggling to find places that we can get rare and raw components from."
Mallia Castella
mU4iD
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No.204619
204626
>>204525
>Mallia would be almost tempted to simply relax and meditate for a while. Think back to what had happened thus far, and maybe even become depressed to a non-sanctioned degree.
>However, her auspex kept her mind busy with streams of highly interesting (and even amusing) data, while her voxbead kept her entertained by idly listening to the cute sounding mare sound annoyed at someone else.

>Mallia herself breathed the sweet air with a deep breath; followed by a deep sigh that exuded a tangible amount of stress.
>She took note of the shafts of red light, the gargantuan tree above her providing a nice canopy. And then, looking down, she gazed upon the rest of the massive forest.

>She couldn't help but smile... But it lasts for only a second.

(... Why does this make me sad?...)
(I've never seen this before. The trees.The sky. This scent in the air...)
(... I see. It makes me wish the rest of the squad could be here to see it, too. I wonder if they, too, are here somewhere.)

(I miss you, Mother. Faye, Vidoq. If you are out there, I'll make you proud of me. I will make Bravo Squad proud.)

>For a moment, her true feelings, unconstrained by machinery and augment, ran through her like a wave.
>Her heart sinks. Her stomach turns. Her shoulders sag, and her eyes lid slightly as she feels her vision blurr as, just for a moment, as she processed the results from her auspex, Mallia felt like she needed to mourn.

>Her eyes direct themselves downward, to where the screen of her auspex would be, on her wrist, if the wrist wasn't partially invisible.
>By now she had fully processed everything her auspex had gathered. Though there was a sluggish delay in her biological mind, caused by her state of mind, as she became reluctant to continue acknowledging her dear machine.

>She giggled weakly to a particular thing within the report. Letting a few tears idly slide down her cheeks as she smiled and leaned the back of her head against the bark of the tree.

"Heh... Yeah."
"Girls really can be aggressively passionate. Aren't they, Cutie?"

>She grinned, the corners of her lips quivering, and she brought her knees up. Hugging onto her lasgun a bit tighter as she idled for an inefficient amount of time in the fetal position, sniffling once.

(Oooh, dammit... Where did all my sacred implants go? I cannot function like this...)

>She shook her head and put her hand against the black visor of her flimsy helmet.
>Sighing a pained, shaky sigh as she acknowledged her visor's machine spirit with a wholehearted ping of appreciation.

>The enginseer then gave it a command to briefly take this moment of respite to scan itself for errors again and take it's time correcting things. Keeping the poor thing off for a while, in the hopes of reducing any stress on it's functions.

(Techna-Lingua) "Bless you, Anima Mechanicus. Let it be known, lest we forget, that as long as thou wholehearted attempts, thou will always be forgiven by me. Blessed are the faithful who persevere despite adversity."

(Techna-Lingua) "Even here, the Omnissiah blesses us, through ourselves. We must remain calm."

(You are precious to me, even if you fail.)

>With that sappy moment in which she shared her affection to her machines, nudging her forehead against her lasgun, out of the way.
>She shook her head one more time to blink away the wetness in her eyes.

"Ugh, help, I've got dust particles in my eyes..."
>She made herself chuckle, doing her very best to maintain her own emotions high enough to continue. She succeeds, if only partially,

>As she shifted herself to stand up again. pushing herself up mostly with her leg and knees, holding up her lasrifle, she briefly went to mentally remind the auspex that the last inquisitor was human as well, but they were VERY hard to work with.
>As far as they knew, this inquisitor hates the machine spirits as much as the last one.
>The thought, albeit it was her own, made her scowl behind her helmet, as she turned to walk at a striding, confident pace around the tree once more.

>With most of the emotions out of her system, and mostly contained, she put her mind on the task at hand.

>She quickly sent a command to her auspex to scan the "habitual trail" of Throne Energy and provide her with a compass that she could follow so that they may find the inquisitor.
>Helping and overseeing the auspex itself with her own MIU, closely following it's progress and trying to scan for any particularly mobile lifesigns that might be in their way. She didn't think the Auspex would run into trouble in the task, but better safe than sorry.

[1d6+2 = 5]
CQ. Auspex Scan

[1d6+1 = 3]
B. Tech-Use + CQ. MIU
[1d6+1 = 2]

>She walked slowly and carefully back to the pile of leaves, to see make visual contact with the 'flora' where she had first spotted the pony. And start heading in that direction.

>And also lowkey acknowledging the radio transmission about 'giant beavers with wings', making note to avoid any and all wildlife if possible.

(I wonder what the chances of hostility would be if I made radio contact with these people. They aren't using Imperial channels... But they don't sound like cultists...)


Different Night, Smaller Heresies...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204626
204627
>>204619
>Acknowledging the emotional instability you were feeling through its scanning processes, the Machine Spirit whispers a short line of sanctioned Binary:
'The Omnissiah shall protect you from enemies within and enemies without.'
>While not particularly protocol compliant, it was known to you that particularly loyal Machine Spirits were able to, at times, repeat datavaulted litanies to bolster the faith of their preferred Cult Mechanicus user upon suffering harm.
>At least it wasn't the unruly Servo Skull of a jaded Guardsmen, or a Servitor made from a convict, those would be real trouble!
>Accepting the reminder with a Binary data ream of thanks to the Omnissiah's benevolent servant it had been assigned to, the Machine Spirit calculates that the Ordo Chronos was, overall, 0.4% likely to dislike Machine Spirits as they relied mostly upon Dark Age of Technology artifacts and STC's; without having an excellent relationship with their tools such Inquisitors would not be able to complete their duties.
>Or, it adds after a few seconds of processing, remain so utterly secret and unknown outside of the Cult Mechanicus' galaxy spanning grasp.

>Cautiously optimizing sensor clusters to follow the specific trail of chroniton infused Throne-energies, the auspex makes the determination that it couldn't identify a specific direction on this world due to the mass sensor interference, and had no reference to compass directions at the moment to compare to.
>Compensating for the lack of further data, it identifies a distinct stream of chronitons, near where the mare xenoform had arrived from, along a small, barely used game trail.
>Picking up on a tiny movement in the thin strip of flora, something around the size and genetic makeup of a native small rat had run in and was, most likely, searching for something to eat.

>Scanning for code errors, it was apparent that the curiously strong arcane entropy of this world were wreaking havoc on the Preysense's bioplastic wafer and tiny cogitator unit.
>Finding that the effects could be negated with a simple replacement of hardened components, and most likely datacode improvements to ensure that the thermal-infrared function wouldn't Red Screen of Death again, you unfortunately lacked the refined materials to do so right now, unless you decided cannibalizing the code-scanner or parts from the Omnissian Axe was a better option.

>Passing through the curious rings of paired 'drakes', still doing little more than moving out of your way in large clusters, the approach to the leaf pile was without incident.
>Walking towards the patch of flora, a small ratlike creature pops out of a grass clump, scampering towards the bushes and vine clusters quickly, the long tail extended by an interestingly large, fluffy ball of fur.
>Stepping onto the barely noted game trail leading around the patch, it was relatively soft in comparison to the forest ground, indicating that it was rarely used by smaller creatures.

>Picking up another burst of chatter, the 'Command' frequency pops up on the ultra low band of 13.58; such low bands were, as you could remember, only used in case of xenos or heretic jamming attempts, though the odd, human-like voice you could hear was merely tired and not overly concerned.
*"Got a confirmation for you two: it's an Old Everfree flying beaver. About three hundred pounds, size of a big motorcycle, half foot long incisors. Probably made it upstream all the way from Old Tower Lake somewhere near one of the Villages, then found a stream coming out this way and decided to stick around. Honestly shouldn't even be here but probably found the hill's pond and decided to settle in. I'd suggest leaving it alone, it's not listed as hostile but there's no sense taking injuries."*
>The xenos mare's voice comes back on, fairly static-laden though audibly relieved.
*"A beaver? Epona's teats I was terrified it might be one of the weird Moors bears, or even a damned Acroline! It was pretty to look at but there's not much else out here. I'm gonna head to the hill, take a dip in the hot springs and unwind for a bit. Coming with me, robot?"*
>The flat, grim tone of, most likely a human male, comes across the channel next.
*"My orders require me to accompany you as a security measure, but I am not removing my equipment for any reason, nor will I allow you to entice me into performing potentially lewd acts, xenos."*
*"Meh! Suit yourself, robot, you're missing out!"*
Mallia Castella
mU4iD
?
No.204627
204743
>>204626
>The tears that Mallia had shed had nowhere to go but lightly stain the chin section of her helmet. Though, luckily, the reassurance of her machine spirit makes her stop crying and, instead, prompted her to smile and steel her glance once more, as before.
>She takes another deep sigh, and breathes out the pent up emotions through the respirator.

(Thank you, Cutie.)
>If she could mentally embrace the auspex's machine spirit, she would wholeheartedly do so right then and there.

>But Mallia attempts to remain focused.
>By the time she had fully calmed herself, she was approaching the game trail with a more careful and alert walking pace.
>She acknowledge the presence of the rat; her auspex having told her it was there beforehand, though the curious shape of it's tail makes her raise her brow... Though she wasn't worried, just interested in it.

>She briefly took a moment to measure the thickness of the forest and the path as she moved into it, taking into account vectors from which 'concealed' enemies could appear so she could decide if her lasrifle was more effective, or if switching to holding the shield and her laspistol was better for her.

>Additionally, she does blow a small huff as she briefly considers taking parts out of her Axe.

(Mm... I don't think they would want to be cannibalized so soon,)
>She turned her eyes to barely see the cog-shaped axe blade of one of her most iconic tools of the Omnissiah, as if expecting a response to her mental remark by the way she frowned thoughtfully towards it.
(Perhaps, come nightfall, I shall make a proper verdict.)

>She made to turn around and resume striding. But then something within the radio's communication prompted her to pause abruptly and stand in place.
>The word 'xeno', alongside 'robot'. Made her deadpan and furrow her brow with genuine, concerned thought.

(Could they be an Imperial aligned human?)
(There is a chance.)
(But what are the chances he is an enemy? He is working with the xenos. That can't be right...)

>Her soft, and silent walking pace stops completely as she mulls over those thoughts. Staring ahead, deep in thought. Until she finally makes a decision.

>She decides to enter the Frequency herself on the channel the 'robot' had used. Trying to send a quick stream of signals in Techna-Lingua, in the hopes that it will understand. If not, then it could easily pass as static, or background noise.
>She puts a hand on her voxbead and pauses. She was confident in her course of action but...

>Her heart as she readied herself to announce herself, began to beat louder and harder; she could feel it in her throat. Anxiety locking her in place, her face going cold as she feels herself sweating in fear.
>Mallia swallowed audibly, mustering her courage to go through with the decision.
>At the same time, however, she tries to speak in a way that it wont be immediately apparent to anyone not suited to understanding the Holy Binary that someone was trying to communicate.

(Techna-Lingua) "*Attention, unknown robot. This is Enginseer Mallia Castella. Of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Attached to - Kalderian 37th infantry division. Imperial Guard."

(Techna-Lingua) "*Please identify.*"

>As soon as that communication was outbound, she closely monitors the channel.
>And then quickens her walking pace down the path. Turning her preysense visor again to keep watching her step.

[1d6+1 = 2]
B. Perception + Preysense vision
[1d6 = 5]

Karl "Spruce" Osmundsson
!aGuq39zDO2
JEIVh
?
No.204677
205205
>>204571
>>204305

>Spruce stands up straight, now fully recovered from the nauseous feeling of teleportation.

>Not his favorite feeling, but it was definitely more convenient then spending the hour or so it would have taken to walk this far.
>He looked to Adon though as he once more told him what they were doing.
>For like the third time.
>He coughed and glanced at the furball on his shoulder and once more nods.
"Oh. That thing. Okay.”
>With that, he turns back over towards their new associate to try and cover up his embarassment.
“Well, hopefully he’s not too difficult to work with despite what you’ve heard.”
>He looks up towards the peak of the mountain.
“How bad can he really be?”
>...
>Famous last words aside, the Norwegian looks over at Adon as their furball suddenly hops from his shoulder and to the ground, sniffing for something.
“Huh, I wonder what he’s caught a whiff of?”
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.204717
204753
>>204576
>Pareidolia exhales, looking around the lab before inspecting the hidden door.

[Seems secure. Need to test frequency blocking effectivness.]

>Paying little attention to active cider still, he painstakingly carries the boxed microscope and each Construct hull into the supposed Faraday cage before checking its interior for any research or analysis tools to make use of.

"Confirm the signal blocking effectiveness of the Faraday Cage. Are we isolated?"
Different Night, Smaller Heresies...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204743
204813
>>204627
>Noting that any potential attacks would have to come from within the patches of flora, behind the gargant 'seqoyya' trees, or from high within the canopy, it would take an Eldar Aspect Warrior's efforts to manage that form of ambush.

>As you expected the Omnissian Axe offers its sacred vow to obey all of your orders regardless of its other duties since, after all, the Omnissiah protects.
>It was no mistake to say that the Machine Spirits were better able to be heard on this strange world, though whether that was due to the complete lack of Warp-taint or simply due to the unknown arcane energies suffusing everything and enhancing their abilities to communicate was not possible to tell without extraordinarily sensitive equipment.

>Clicking the commbead onto the same channel, the line dies out for a tense handful of seconds until 'Command' responds in volatile anger, quickly countered by the mare xenoform.
*"Status report, is that a fucking Construct on our channels?!"*
*"Drop your flare and get the buck outta here robot, I'll search for the damned thing!"*
>The droll human male returns, his vocal tone now rigid in somewhat familiar Imperial Guard aspects, but also heavily concerned.
*"Belay your worries Command, Raindrop, that is.. well.. I might recognize it. Allow me to confirm the unknown contact, this may take ten to fifteen minutes."*

>Picking out the path, the Preysense visor finally, and perhaps thankfully, shuts down from entropic interference, leaving your vision clear enough to see the trail with ease.
>Monitoring the auspex's standby mode, the only movement it could make out was your own and the unique fluffy rat now behind you, though as you tread along the path it displayed the unique trail of chroniton particles ahead increasing in density.

>A short burst of heavily translated Binary from Machine Spirit codes that you immediately recognized as standard Stormtrooper protocols comes across on the same frequency as before, albeit poorly translated.
*"Inquisitorial Stormtrooper Chisan Nas of the 52th Spectre Regiment reporting as your direct superior, Enginseer. Delivering datastream confirmation now-"*
>Transmitting a single packet of data, the contents matched what your micro-cogitator was able to confirm the encrypted codes as genuine, and on one of the highest possible Inquisitorial access nodes that it could even register, the apparent Stormtrooper allowing several tinges of humor, and a hint of distrust, to enter his voice.
*"I am no robot Enginseer, I serve an Ordo Chronos Inquisitor, but I will caution you not to continue this line of discussion until further notice. That is a designation given to me by the friendly xenos and pre-Age of Strife humans upon this world. I cannot explain more yet, transmitting general region mapcodes now, make your way towards Hill R-B-01 while I deal with operational Command. And, I must state that the Inquisitor's direct orders to all Imperial forces are as follows: never engage an equine xenoform without direct provocation, doing so will be considered an act of war. If an equine xenos speaks, try to.. 'make friends with it'. Closing encrypted channel now, the Emperor-In-All-Ways protects."*
>Cutting the encryption, the xenos mare and 'Command' can be heard being soothed out of a raging argument by the apparent Stormtrooper.

>Receiving a pair of datapackets, the first contains a small 50 kilometer by 50 kilometer map of, presumably, the surrounding region, the second was an unusually hard encrypted set of protocols.
>Updating the Binary map information automatically, after processing you determined that you were roughly 7 kilometers southeast of a small mountain or hill designated as R-B-01, and 9.4 kilometers south-southeast of a massive fortification termed 'Razorback Fortress'.
>There was even a notation of archaic train tracks in use from the fortification leading south!
>The remaining map data began demanding Inquisition codes that you, unfortunately, did not have access to.
Spiral's Lab
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204753
204773
>>204717
>Studying the door over, it was clear that Spiral had managed to seal it using common human styled engineering techniques.
>Where a door latch or locking mechanism would normally be was instead an airtight seal from the 'frame' to the door itself, the surface perfectly form fitting since it'd make no audible vibration or sound.

>Studying a series of the few data points it had managed to acquire, the Spiral A.I. stops working, glancing around in every direction as it scans the entire lab.
>Confused for 0.6 seconds, it turns around to post a small message on the internal screen which read: 'Faraday isolation confirmed, no detectable signals in range'.

>Finding a mostly cleared table around the mechanical work section and dragging the hulls out of the hidden translocation room, the lab's peculiar lighting turns a calm shade of red.
>Scanning through multiple toolboxes, hundreds of custom made, human-styled tools spread across the tables, what looked like an early generation grinder, and a single custom built microscope that was quite basic, there was a row of nine black wood boxes on the north table.
>Inspecting the boxes each looked as if they hadn't been touched in months, likewise labeled with the unreadable unicorn rune language, although they could definitely be opened.

>Abruptly, the toneless crystalline demi-sentient's voice speaks mutedly throughout the main room as the wall behind the mechanical section opens into a hidden room.
"Detecting scatterfield engrams.. identifying registered user.. accessing priority communications.. accepted. Welcome back Marquis du Spiral. You have ninety-three projects ongoing, two-hundred and six projects in stasis, fifty projects incomplete, and two projects awaiting technological approval. You have fourteen messages awaiting approval. You have over four thousand hundred attempted access reports from unregistered equines, humans, gryphons, unknown species, unknown species, unknown species, and unknown species. Your last entry is.. over five months out of date. Replay first message?"

>Instantly going from curious to shocked, the 'Spiral' A.I. very, oh so slowly turns its head to stare at you, jaw dropping in abject horror, terror, and panic at the unknown Type 3 broadcasting a host of encrypted technological uplinks to it.
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.204773
204778
>>204753
>Pareidolia freezes as the demi-sentient's muffled voice broadcasts through the room.
>His mouth parts slightly in dawning realization as he shares the A.I.'s surprise.
>He immediately checks the names of the various encrypted uplinks as his mind races.

"Keep the connections on hold. Likely Fortress functions, your system's tolerance for them is unknown at this time. The sentient is not hostile."

[Somehow this artificial personality is recognized as Spiral. Entirely unexpected. A possible boon if we cannot locate Spiral. Materials and necessary knowledge to upgrade and integrate N.O.A.H need to be assessed. Risk of cultural contamination... high. Need more information.]

>Pausing a moment to process just how many projects and unregistered access attempts there were, Pareidolia places both hands onto the work table.
>He exhales slowly.

"Replay first message."

>If that fails, he would ask his A.I. to respond with the same message in an electronic manner.

[Unknown if the Fortress detects voice keys. Need to determine its criteria.]
Spiral's Lab: True Demi-Sentience
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204778
204784
>>204773
>Expressing great disgust for having lost emotional stability, and an apology for that failure, the Spiral A.I. settles for dropping all uplinks and collecting data, bringing up the standard terms and definitions for 'engram' while processing the influx of transmissions.
>Finding numerous Committee references related to engrams as being esoteric security measures, the A.I makes an irritated hoof wave at an unknown system identifying it simply from standard functions and operations.
>Displaying the electronic devices connected within the lab, three personal computers, six laptops, seven gaming consoles with an equal number of plasma screens, and fifteen digital music players were connected to a small, somewhat encrypted server network.
>It was, and here the A.I. expresses great amusement, running on a copy of Wind Doors 7.4, directing your attention to the two large sofas and table in the rear covered in electronics.
>All were registered and belonged to human Razorback members, most of whom you at least knew the names of, and apparently they'd been using Spiral's lab as a safe gaming and electronic center since the Code Gray blackout that Lonestar called for earlier.

>Waiting a few seconds, ten, then thirty for a response from the demi-sentient, the Marquis makes a snide, unrealistic remark about improper security measures before transmitting a short wave data channel towards the room itself, the demi-sentient immediately responding.
"Acknowledged Marquis, playing first message."
>The soft, ever curious voice of Torven begins speaking, the background Library noise indicating this recording was made at night.
"Spiral, I'm returning your notes. You were wrong about the ruins I found, they're all earlier except the little outpost eleven miles north-northwest of the cave Hollow found all those Changeling cores in. After Middle Dynasty but before Late architecture. Really weird too. No door, just some kind of moving stasis field that smells and tastes Planar.. maybe Eldritch. I think you should take at least three humans and maybe Mercy along. I don't want anything to do with that kind of exploration again. And thanks again."

>Ending the playback, the A.I. sits down, one hoof over barrel, the other rubbing its chin, postulating several theories on how access functions for your approval.
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.204784
204785
>>204778
>Pareidolia shakes his head slightly at the A.I.'s apology.

"This scenario is unprecedented. Accommodating for emotional reactions is permissible in this and future events until familiarity is established."

>He furrows his brow slightly at the news that Spiral's Lab was being used as a gaming center before sighing and moving on.

[At least it isn't something more taxing.]

>After waiting for a response from the sentient, he looks on as the A.I. takes the initiative and closes his eyes as the message plays.

[Criteria confirmed. Will check a portion of the remaining messages for hints to Spiral's location. Would be invaluable if he left any indication...]

>Looking at his visor display, he reviews the proposed theories while speaking.

"Tell it to play the second message in the queue. Then the third once the previous is complete."
Spiral's Lab: True Demi-Sentience
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204785
204897
>>204784
>Making a note to chastise itself based on approved recommendations and protocols later, with a decent helping of self-incrimination, the A.I. pokes at the display curiously, displaying concluded factors:
>The use of 'engrams' were considered unreliable without constant monitoring and required nanosecond processing to determine whether memetic, physical, social, psychological, or esoteric embedded engrams were approved for access; the Marquis then apologizes for the snide remark to its real predecessor.
>The second theory was that the A.I itself may been programmed by the Class 3 to an unknown, but certainly extensive degree, potentially mimicking enough thought and logical processes that the A.I. was simply being recognized as the true Spiral.
>'Spiral' then stops, frowning and muttering that theory needed considerably more information to test, delivering the third which involved a stable logic-loop scanning system that the demi-sentient was likely using every few seconds, especially due to the number of accesses it had registered.
>Fourth it confirmed that the demi-sentient's response time was more than adequate for a logical yet quite random mind that didn't use ceremony and had no time to waste, so perhaps it was programmed to act in a non-emotional capacity in order to recognize all of the true Spiral's various psyches.
>Tapping its chin several times, the A.I points out the Class 3's known capabilities affected a new theory based on the second and fourth: what if the true Spiral was paranoid of, or did not trust, the Class 3's abilities and was using the demi-sentient as a means to track it while his psyches may not have had time to do so themselves?
>The rendering stops to groans at the incrimination, hotly disliking the particular Class 3's extraordinary capabilities, yet moderately impressed at how it hadn't chosen to take over the current world.

>Transmitting a second order, the unicorn A.I. sits down, fiddling with its logic processes.
"Playing second message."
>A short, raspy cough that could only be Mercy's is heard in the background, Belltower muttering in irritation up close to whatever the recording message is.
"Yeah yeah, you were right, don't rub it in. Skykeep only had a couple pieces of what Mercy wanted and I still don't know what this stupid theory of yours has to do with me. Now get off your Eldritch ass and figure out where these 'Spirit Walkers' went after the Lunar-Solar War. Message delivered Mercy, let's get you back to the Clinic.. damned Eldritch freak, why don't you just kill him? It's not li-"

"Playing third message."
>Two swift knocks are heard, the Library silent while Hodch makes a loud, wet hacking sound, then begins speaking in an unusually tired voice.
"You were right, I am getting worse. Gale's miracle elixir is slowing it less and less Heartbeat.. Heartbreak, whatever, Eleyana, even Cracked Eye have no more ideas to try. I am not going to the Princesses either, had enough of alicorn magic to last me ten lifetimes. If your hunch is right then I need the real spear to the Void Remnant's crypt. Please tell me you have the real one down there somewhere, that fake you assured me would work only got me an angry stare. ..you know what is going to happen to me if this keeps up. Have to go, see you later."

>Poking front hooves together, the A.I. turns an eye sideways to you, querying if you knew what both situations were about, and whether or not they pertained to the issue of the mostly inactive demi-sentient.
The Mess Hall
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204811
205021
>>204311
>Clicking onto your personal frequency, Emerald grumbles into her microphone while a chair creaks behind her.
*"It gets worse before it gets worse Zhun, even if that means coughing up a few hundred thousand Bits just to sue for peace at this point. And no, the teams we were going to send didn't even manage to deploy, we're not sending anyone out for any reason until we know for sure what's going on."*

>Entering the mess, it was.. empty.
>That is, eerily so.
>Besides the relatively plump looking Allys sleeping on the plush green couch in the northeast corner, there was only a pair of Razorback's marefriends and a single human sitting together, the trio nursing through several bottles of water and non-alcoholic cider, thoroughly exhausted looking.
>Although, you had to remind yourself, they weren't exhausted for lewd reasons as it seemed everyone had been in a flurry of activity since dusk.
Mallia Castella
I1tJH
?
No.204813
204814 204821
>>204743
>Mallia felt her legs tremble a little bit as the reaction that comes from the radio. For a moment, only for a second, she felt like she had lost the gamble.
>Even the strangely understandable reply from her Omnissian axe doesn't calm her down in that moment.

(I-it's alright I can still salvage this!!)
(--Wait did they just call me a Construct?... What are they referring to? I need to know!!)

>She inhaled sharply and began to take slightly less measure and more frightened and long steps down the path she was walking, until the voice from the man she wanted to speak to prompts her to pause again, and gasp in surprise.

>Her eyes widen with pure surprise when her voxbead begins to translate the encrypted transmission.
>The Enginseer instinctively crouched down to reduce visibility, and put a hand to the voxbead to listen closely, swallowing dryly as her brow furrowed and her body tenses up as she closely listens to the transmission...
>The tone of distrust is not lost on her, but it was normal. Many a guardsman regarded her like that, purely due to her affiliation.

>It gets better when she actually starts being socially acceptable with them, usually.

>When the transmission finally cuts off, she starts listening to the stormtrooper defusing the argument. Mallia frowned to herself in guilt for being a nuisance to her ally.
>She nearly opens her mouth to try and find a space to fit in a statement, but she stops herself.
>Perhaps once the argument was over, or if someone goes 'Well why don't they just say hello?' or something along those lines, she'll butt in.

>For the time being, she inspected her new map. Interfacing with her Auspex to glance over it, and try to orient herself towards this "Hill R-B-01". Now more passively using her Auspex to continue scanning passively, to ensure nothing was closing in on her position.
>And maybe even try to scan the unknown poisonous plant, too.

>All the while her hands shook with an unusually twitchy nervous quivering.
>Mallia looking down to her half-invisible hand,watching it's outline quivering as she retracted it from her rifle; clenching her hand; grimacing at the sight.

(I can't stop shaking. My palpitations are making me woozy, and I'm sweating...)

>She sighed, taking deep breaths as her heart bounces in her throat and her breaths shake, feeling her face becoming coldly damp.

(I've gone through worse. Yet I can't stop shaking. Why?? Why am I so scared, I've fought orks and heretics! I've seen chaos psykers, I've seen a chaos beast, been through impossible odds! I died!!)

>She grits her teeth. Then, with another deep, stressed sigh, she gets back up and begins to find the safest route towards the Hill, and then start marching in that direction; using her Auspex to avoid obstacles and wildlife.
>Shaking her head to herself as she took a few more deep breaths, and steeled her glance into a more determined one.

(I need to be brave. That is all. Fear is only there to protect me, after all. And my machine spirits are still with me, I am not alone...)

[1d6+2 = 6]
CQ. Auspex Scan

>Working through her fear by rationalizing and taking deep breaths, she pawed at the visor of her helmet; shaking her hand as it grew uncomfortably warm within the glove.
>Mallia decided to busy herself once more, multitasking and using her MIU to aid her Machine Spirit's visor to quickly spot the errors alongside it and quickly correcting them, so that it wont enter a Crashed state again.

>A click and a soft whirring comes from behind her as she politely orders her mechadendrite to move over to hang the censer infront of herself, closer to her chest, and then emanated a puff of holy incense.
>One of her hands darting down over the metallic joint of the thing to give it an appreciative pet as she made it coil around her chest somewhat as she walked.

>It was both for herself and her machine spirits. Inhaling the familiar aroma deeply and mumbling a soft Prayer taught to her by her own mother. It was a sort of unique prayer, in a way.

>It was more a reminder that she was never truly alone.

(Techna-Lingua) "As long as we are together, the darkness holds no purchase on us. As long as we entrust ourselves to the Machine Spirits, we will know the way. As long as we function as one, nothing can defeat us."

(Techna-Lingua) "As long as our faith is strong, the Corruption will not touch us. Our prayers will ward us. We are the beacon which shines, which glows brighter the more united we stand. We are not alone. The Omnissiah Protects me, and I stand with you, as you stand with me."

(Techna-Lingua) "I am not alone... I am not alone... I am not alone."

[1d6+2 = 6]
Tech-Use: Holy Incense of the Omnissiah
[1d6+1 = 2]
Tech-Use + CQ. MIU
[1d6+1

[1d6+1 = 6]
B. Perception + Preysense Vision
[1d6 = 6]

>It might have been simply cathartic to so fiercely believe in her own words. But at the very least, they strengthened her resolve. And also stopped her from sweating coldly, as she more firmly gripped her lasrifle, aiming at it ahead of herself, and retracted her mechadendrite back to her back,

Mallia Castella
I1tJH
?
No.204814
1459790919524.jpg
>>204813
[1d6+1 = 5]
Missing Tech-Use roll.
Smaller Night, Smaller Heresies...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204821
204827
>>204813
>Identifying the trail's direction as leading towards the permanent fortification, you cross onto a much smaller and far older one towards the designated rendezvous, voxbead crackling with the Stormtrooper having to amusingly shout down the supposedly friendly xenos, and toned down relays at the unknown 'Command' designate.
>That, at least, never seemed to change.

>Performing wide scanning protocols, the auspex manages to come up with a few interesting yet only minorly relevant details about the local flora:
>The toxin used by the vine clusters was enzymatic, likely due to having been consumed for long periods of time by herbivores and thus mutating as a response, and could act as a semi-corrosive antifreeze.
>The grass clumps were rather basic if containing several sugars, and might be useful as a de-icer due to the late fall weather.
>Remaining where it was in the flora patch, the rat-like specimen was fully herbivorous, noted by the rodent consuming the last of several small berries that the Machine Spirit tagged as a relative of the blueberry.
>As a relatively normal side note, the auspex's environmental scans reveal that the ground was rather poor in nutrients, minerals, and vitamins, labeling it as a rather normal forest.
>Making a note of the peculiar red shafts of light in the small open flora patches, the Machine Spirit posits a standard protocol deduction that this was an unusual event, yet had nothing to do with an imminent Daemon incursion due to the utter lack of Warp-taint.

>Expending another tiny charge of incense, this soothes the Preysense's Machine Spirit greatly, the utility mechadendrite encouraged by your touch.
>Focusing once more into solid colorations, the visor's definitions sharpen to a degree that matched your, somehow, newly recovered eyes, revealing the old and little used game trail.
>While there were tiny imprints of fading heat, one from a rodent's trail, a few from tiny avians, the third one must have have come from a small equine, roughly the same size as the sapient winged xenoform you crossed paths with earlier, yet was several hours old and barely visible.

>Continuing on towards the designated hill using the coded map and a new directional indication, it took little effort to discern a short, perhaps 35 meter tall hill and less than three quarters of a kilometer in diameter, rising up from the abnormal forest.
>Curiously, there were no trees, bushes, nor even floral patches across the hill, or tiny mountain, instead covered in sparse grasses across the southern face.
>Coming to a well worn game trail covered in equine hoofprints leading in a circle around the base, your voxbead crackles once more, the Stormtrooper's voice much clearer, now humorless and breathing heavily as if he'd been running for some time, the sound of steaming water clear in the background.
*"Head northeast around the hill's path, you will come to an intersection. Do not go west towards the Fortress, head east uphill onto a flat slope until reaching a small waterfall feeding into a pond. Do not stop there, it leads into an underground river, I have confirmed reports of a dangerous octopi-like scavenger inhabiting it from time to time. Continue uphill around the north side until you reach a hot spring. You will find myself and a.."*
>The line goes silent until the Stormtrooper emits a muffled, despairing sigh.
*"A 'friendly equine xenos', tentatively identified as a 'pegasus' and a 'mare'.. ..the terms are not mutually exclusive. A pegasus is a flying equine xenos, a mare is the female of equine species. I repeat: this is a sapient winged equine approximately two-point-four times the average endurance and physical strength of a Kasrkin, three-quarters the speed and agility of an average Eldar, and more intelligent than the average Guardsman or Guardswoman. I have convinced her that you are an ally, so do not approach the hot spring with weapons drawn. Do not attempt to provoke this xenos. It.. she, is a dangerous combatant close combat. And, Enginseer? Do not tell her anything of the Cult Mechanicus, Imperium, nor recite any Litany not in Binary. You will be debriefed by the Inquisitor on why this is an important factor."*
Mallia Castella
I1tJH
?
No.204827
204837
>>204821
>The Enginseer's eyes briefly darted towards the plants she'd scanned and got more details on. The toxic plant especially, she makes a mental note of it's physical appearance for future reference, as well as for the purposes of collecting some later.

>But she doesn't stop for it. Instead she kept walking at a rapid, marching pace towards the hill; pursing her lip slightly to the lack of cover across the hill, and the density (or lack thereof) of the "forest" she had popped into.

(There isn't any cover what-so-ever around here...)

>The soldier within Mallia began to whine incessantly as she began to approach open ground. The Imperial within Mallia also makes her pout, as it begins to whine about having to 'work' with these highly dangerous xenos.
>Might as well be working with the Tau, at this point.

>She rolled her eyes to nothing in particular, opting to briefly stop in her walking to put her arm into the rifle strap of her lasrifle and wear it on her back alongside her backpack.
>Though she quickly replaces it with her shield, twisting herself and lightly urging aside her mechadendrite, then drawing out the thing from her back and wearing it on her right arm. Also protecting her auspex scanner.
>Mallia then slightly urges her mechadendrite back onto her back with one last caress along it's smooth, metallic strut, as she kept her shield readied beside herself, protecting her arm.

>All the while she received the transmission from the Stormtrooper. She started walking again in that moment, keeping her eyes open for the landmarks her had mentioned.

>Then she would send him an encrypted reply in return.

"*Received.*"

>She then paused for a moment, biting her lip as she casts a paranoid glance over her shoulder to keep a 180° field of vision around herself as much as her eyes and visor allowed.

"*I'm very sorry if I have caused you nuisance, Stormtrooper. Thank you, really. I'll make sure to apologize to the equine xenoform once I arrive at the destination. I wont be long.*"

"*And don't worry, I am not that dumb; especially if they are not already aware. But thanks for the warning.*"

>She then briefly stops again. But then another question pops into her mind, and she goes to hold her free hand to her voxbead as her traffic starts becoming a bit more focused.

"*I have already deep scanned said Xeno mare-pegasus. I know that she is on par with an Ork boy, according to my machine spirit, and she is highly dangerous. She passed about 15 meters from me, but she was unable to see me due to a sort of... Chameloline-like effect on my body. I even yelled, and she didn't hear me.*"

"*I appear to be under a so-called 'Shadow'?*"

>Her voice becomes uncertain, and the discomfort in her voice makes a return as her voice trails off a little bit. She was starting to sound guilty and sad.

"*That wont be a problem, will it? I'm not sure how to remove it. I'm not sure if i want to remove it, really.*"

>With that, she finally stops talking. And draws in a huge breath before exuding it as a relief-filled sigh, her shoulders sagging a little bit as a hand reaches to the back of her less armored neck to massage away a tension on her muscles... Keeping her eyes forward now.


Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
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No.204832
204844 205023
1454464065387.gif
>>204555
>Thankfully the perimeter of the Basin Village was still rather quiet, and he keeps the Dagor to the square-blocked ring until getting over to the road leading to the crypt.
>Driving around to the North East end of the village, he finds what looks like the beginning of a very recently constructed cobbled road leading into the Moors. Checking it's orientation with his GPS, it's the road they need to take to the crypt.

>>204395
>He looks over at Sunny, nodding to getting her correction.
>Then leans a bit toward her outline, with a hushed mischievous grin on his face.
"Trust me Sunny, the less you care about getting additional 'tips' for a job the more bits you'll make. Hell, I'm not paying you but Imma let you keep whatever you fancy when we're done with the crypt anyway."

>>204315
>Jeff stops right at the beginning of the road to let Clemency off, looking into the sky himself to see something flying toward the Moors general direction. Something with a silverish trail.
"Okay, Clem. This looks like a good stop for you. Let me lend you something real quick."
>If he's going to just observe it for a while, he may as well give him something to track it with.
>Jeff leans into the back seat between the ponies to grab his backpack and opens up a side compartment, pulling out his spotting scope and hands it to Clem.
"That should help you out quite a bit. I want it back though, so don't lose it. We should be within radio range, so if you need help you know how to reach us. Good luck, man."

>Once Clem is properly dismounted and going on his way. Jeff shifts the Dagor back into drive, and begins heading down the fresh laid path to the crypt.
"Wasn't really expecting him to bail, but that's okay. Least now we have this big boy, to drive. Any of you want shotgun?"
[1d6+5 = 9]
<E.Driving
[1d6+5 = 11]

Different Knight, Smaller Heresies...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204837
204847
>>204827
>Like many of the unusual flora you'd come across, the shiny green vines were rather difficult to forget, especially due to the micro-cogitator recording the datums in precise detail.

>Walking about onto the much larger and well traveled path northwest, the Stormtrooper grunts in acceptance over the commlink.
*"I am complying with orders to not be bucked to death by pastel colored xenos, Enginseer. Your apology is accepted but unnecessary as time is, according to the Inquisitor, unimportant. I would suggest not apologizing without having committed an act worth the apology, these xenos are.. too friendly."*
>Clicking over a channel, then back again, the voice returns with an annoyed, distrustful air.
*"Equivalent to a young Ork Boy, if even that. I can confirm she was preoccupied due to dirt, leaves, and grass in her facemask, as well as the flying beaver. Most equine xenos I have encountered prefer to initiate diplomacy; rare are the ones that attack without provocation. I have experienced their close combat tactics firsthand, they are impressive when properly motivated, bribed, or friendly."*
>Reaching a small intersection, the path going right, or east according to the map, goes into an easily uphill climb, quickly arriving at the small waterfall feeding into a large pond, only a few small strands of grass and tiny scrub bushes growing around it, and looking as if it was a popular fishing or perhaps camping location.
*"Do not be surprised by the effects, they are temporary. More effective than Chameleoline outright except for entering another spectrum of this world. The Inquisitor refers to the effect as 'Void-stealth'. However, do not spend longer than thirty minutes within, there are Void creatures that defy explanation.. and the capacity to be harmed. Will yourself to exit the influence and you will return to whatever stands for normal on this world. No, it is not a problem, merely a tool."*
>Hearing a muted splashing noise, Chisan emits a disgruntled sigh, the sound of a hand striking a carapace visor following as he mutters.
*"Fear neither mutant, psyker, nor most of the xenos here, Enginseer. Most native creatures prefer to retreated less threatened, less than a tenth are aggressive. There is no Warp taint here, nor do mutants exist in such numbers as to pose a danger. As for the xenos equines which populate the majority of this planet it is easier to either accept their friendships, or bow to their demands if negotiation fails. I must caution you that they tend to be.. disturbingly lewd."*
>Turning up onto the northern path's slope around the hill, the Stormtroopre sighs, the carapace helmet's various Machine Spirits interpreting his mood as sour.
*"Wearing clothing is a sign of prostitution on this world and personal armor is seen as a sign of high status. If asked they are rather gentle despite their physical advantages, however I would not encourage such behavior, they can be.. clingy. Not even the Inquisitor is safe from their 'platonic advances'."*

>Reaching a minor plateau, the ground here was a series of rocky pathways interspersed by boulders; the center was a calm, wafting steam drifting upwards, the figure of a definite Tempestus Scion in basic Stormtrooper plate leaning against a large boulder, helmet rigidly facing in your direction.
*"Should you desire to meet what I can assure will be the first of many thousand equine xenos I advise placing your weapons down in a safe location."*
>Equipped with a stock Hotshot lasrifle slung over his left shoulder, the trooper lifts his right hand in the Imperial eagle, afterwards giving a short nod, speaking aloud without the commlink.
"Raindrop, our guest has arrived, and please conform to Razorback's codes of conduct."
Sunny Feathers
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
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No.204844
205214 205504
Riding shotgun.png
>>204555
>A small orange dot...?
>Oh.
>A Construct voidship. Fascinating.
>Sunny couldn't tell what it was doing from down where she was, but it didn't seem to be doing anything threatening for the time being.
>Apart from looming ominously in orbit.
>Caution, perhaps? Or observation.

[1d2 = 2]
< Amateur. Lore: Constructs

>She found the silver vessel more interesting, it wasn't something she recognised, a new form of construct, or something reverse engineered from one.
>She'd be surprised if it were the latter, there hadn't been much luck figuring out how their technology worked, let alone reproducing it due to a combination of laws, disinterest and the advanced nature of it.
>The constructs themselves also tended to make sure anyone who got close failed.
>Violently.
>It seemed to be crashing from what she could tell and Sunny focused on following its descent in an attempt to predict when it would crater and how far away it would be from them when it did.

[1d6+3 = 7]
< B. Perception
[1d6+3 = 4]

>Sunny only hoped the constructs wouldn't follow it down. Or that the silver vessel itself wasn't hostile.
>She'd rather not see the Destroyers in 'action'.

>>204315
>The other human getting out of the vehicle, Sunny murmured a farewell to him.
>She guessed the crashing vessel was what he was out here for.
"Take care, sir."

>>204832
>Rolling her eye at his conspiratorial tone, Sunny responded wryly.
>She took mild offence at the assumption she was in this for the money.
>To be honest, she was in it for the booze. Among other things that weren't related to booze and anything that arose from drinking large amounts of it.
"I don't have looting rights either, sir, you'd have to give anything we find to me to 'carry'."
>The mare aided her emphasis of the word using her fore hooves to make air quotes. Maybe Jeff saw it, maybe he didn't, she still wasn't sold on her being completely invisible.
>Shuffling a bit in surprise as the vehicle began rolling again, Sunny clambered into the front seat, leaving Mercy and Boris to their game for the wider front seat view.
"I will! I'll take it!"
>Is shotgun another word for front seat?
>Sunny would be lying if she said she didn't feel some strange sense of excitement at the prospect of taking 'shotgun'.
>The mare promptly began exploring the front seat with her nose, sniffing at the dashboard, the windshield and anything else she could reach without moving from the seat, ears turning every which way in order to thoroughly understand the nature of 'shotgun'.
Mallia Castella
I1tJH
?
No.204847
204860
>>204837
>Enginseer Mallia does not return a reply by vox. But as the stormtrooper illuminates her with his explanation, she makes a note to defer the particular part about the 'Shadow' to her Auspex machine spirit.
>She then politely commands it to give her a thirty minute countdown next time she enters a 'Shadow' state.

>Her brow rises with interest to the information at the same time. Smiling a little as the stormtrooper's words put her fears to rest, her mood drastically improving to a more eager and cheery one the closer she gets to her destination.
>The environment she walks across also puts a smile on her face, happily observing the locale with a modicum of appreciation.

(Yay! We did it!)
>The Enginseer gave a little childish skip-hop as she walked, with a lighter heart, up the hill with her shield held beside her at all times. Before resuming a more standard and less eccentric gait as she finally approached the plateu.

>She didn't dismiss the Shadow until after making contact with the Stormtrooper. Though at first she wasn't 100% sure how.
>Though she figured that it would be as if she was dismissing one of her implants.
>Her nose crinkles like an accordion somewhat, and starts to wave her free arm and hand a little bit, as if trying to get something off it, as she goes through stages to find the correct one to make herself visible again.

"*Am I allowed to not place my weapons away from myself and simply promise I am going to be nice?*"

>Mallia whispered into her voxbead, not keen on speaking up for the other xeno.
>She pleadingly glanced to the stormtrooper, looking directly to him past the dark photo-visor of her rust red coloured light carapace helm.

>Then, regardless of if she had successfully dismissed the shadow or not, her arm uneasily goes to return the Imperial salute, and returning the nod.
>After that, Mallia hurriedly puts her hand over the other's forearm, as she held up her shield in a low, wary guard around her waist.

>Her eyes darting as she hastily tried to spot the equine as they were called out by the Scion. Despite the situation, she was still a bit tense. Her mechadendrite draping itself a bit further around her back to defend her backpack of very important things.


A New Negotiation
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204857
204875
>Finished signing his name on the strangely formal document, Cheto barely has time to put away his borrowed pen before a tall, white stone gateway opens before him.
>Unable to deny the natural, necessary compulsion to enter, Senor Gallo finds takes a single step into a featureless void, standing before a large, dim white globe.
>Watching his backpack slowly being pulled into the globe, it phases from existence, or perhaps non-existence, upon reaching the center.
>Puzzled by the wide, tall white gateway forming from the globe, Senor Gallo is given little warning at loud clip-clopping approaching from within the gateway.
>The arrival of a tall, bright white equine taller than him, facial features both soft and feminine, it was definitely not a standard mare, featuring a pair of large wings tucked onto each side, a long spiraling horn, and a rainbow mane wafting about in an ethereal breeze.
>Head cocking to one side, then the other, the right eyebrow raises for several moments.
>The mare's highly intelligent, bright magenta eyes stare into, or perhaps beyond, Cheto's soul.
>Her expression could only be interpreted as motherly, if not haunted by sadness and deep fatigue.
>Time fails to pass until the mare eventually nods, the left wing lifting and pointing towards the gateway.
>Incapable of resisting the urge to run through, Senor Gallo breaks into a run, discarding the paper and following after his pack-

>Only to land facefirst into a highly soft, bright pink sofa, several loud neighs ringing around him, three startled female voices shouting.
"WHAT THE FUCK-"
"AGAIN?!"
"DON'T SCARE THE HUMAN YOU IDIOTS!"
Different Knight, Smaller Heresies...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204860
204869
>>204847
>The Stormtrooper simply shakes his head at you, gloved left hand raising and clasping the lasrifle's strap tightly as you feel the Shadow effect dissipate.
>Spreading outwards, the protective barrier leaves your exposed flesh to the chill of late fall temperatures, Chisan's helmet tilts left several degrees, his voice droll and matter-of-fact once more.
*"It is neither my intent to insult nor comfort you in this difficult time Enginseer, but I must ask you to consider a highly specific scenario. Imagine that you are a human arriving in front of a non-hostile yet vastly more powerful xenos warrior's office with no clue of how you arrived, why you retain all issued wargear, or the unexplained weakness you are now suffering from. The Inquisitor demands that no Imperial forces present a hostile appearance.. and I can find no means to prevent her wrath."*
>Pointing to his left around the boulder, scattered black armor pieces that you recognized had been worn by the mare can be seen piled around the bright blue hot spring, Chisan lifts his shoulders in an uncaring shrug.
*"There are no further suggestions other than obeying the Inquisitor's demands, Enginseer. This world is named Tallus. Here, we are the potentially highly unwelcome xenos. They cannot be compared to anything the Imperium has encountered before. First impressions are, as the Inquisitor has reminded me numerous times, everything, even if we do not care for another sapient species."*

>Spotting a bright, pastel hoof waving from behind the Stormtrooper, the strawberry colored hoof wiggles several times as the xenos mare calls out in a giggling, cheerful singsong voice.
"Hello there! Don't be shy, I'm just washing off right now, you don't have to get in if you don't want to!"

>Carefully lifting his right hand, Chisan's head hangs down close to his chest, facepalming his visor as he whispers into the commlink with the full forces of despair.
*"By the Empress, what have I done to deserve such lowly duties?"*
Mallia Castella
I1tJH
?
No.204869
204883
>>204860
>The Enginseer regards Chisan with a brief up-and-down glance. Mostly evaluating what he is saying, but also visibly taking in the condition of his armor. Briefly finding a twang of concern for the machine spirits of the stormtrooper within herself at such information.

>At first, Mallia simply lowered her shield to her side and brought her other arm to her flank; propping it against her side as her head visibly lowered, and a distinct sigh of defeat escapes her.

>Though, the more he listened to the poor Stormtrooper, the more she had to bite her lip to not snicker at his plight -- despite how amusing it seemed to her.
>Luckily her helmet concealed her face, so Chisan couldn't see her lips tugging into a grin and wrying up as she contained her wheezing by concealing it into a cough.

>Coughcough... ... ... And then she straightend up again.

*"Empress?"*

>The enginseer stiffened slightly at the term, her visor hiding her wry, grinning lip.
>What kind of Tempestus Scion referred to the Emperor in the feminine?

>In the meantime, Mallia moved her glance around the environment around her to find the safest, flattest, and most dry spot to deposit her sacred wargear, while also keeping it all mostly out of sight.
>As she starts to walk around, her mechadendrite adjusting the position of her backpack, she asks a very specific question.

"*By the way, Stormtrooper Chisan, you said clothes were a form of prostitution and armor is a sign of status. Does this mean that, if I want to appear optimally non-threatening, I would have to be completely naked?"*

"*Just curious.*"

>The woman's words, whispered into the voxbead, were completely and wholeheartedly curiously innocent, in a suspicious way that might prompt worry in the stormtrooper. Possibly.

>Upon finding a suitably large boulder to prop her gear onto, she goes around it and starts to very ceremoniously and gently unholster her weapons. Lowering her shield to the ground against the rock, followed by her lasrifle, her laspistol, and her omnissian axe.

>She even goes to remove her helmet. Urging her Machine Spirit's preysense visor to shut off and rest for the time being with a sympathetic signal from her MIU.

(You earned the respite, friend--.)

>But that signal almost turns into a distressed one as, in the moment that her helmet is fully removed, Mallia's face is almost entirely covered by shoulder length, smooth, cascading brown hair; prompting her to recoil her head in surprise.

(WHERE DID ALL THIS HAIR COME FROM?! I thought I'd never see this hair again??)

"WhaAAAAAAat???"

>Her voice calls out from behind the boulder, with pure bewilderment in her voice.
>She raises her hands and grasps at the perfectly normal and organic hair on her head and face; stroking it, tugging it (and wincing a little), and then slowly parting it behind her ears gently.
>Mallia's brightly green eyes blinking several times as she CANNOT COMPUTE for a few seconds. Her mouth parting slightly, but smiling with a certain, tentative curiosity.

>Back when she was still a combat effective asset in her squad, her 'beauty' was mostly reduced to 'not much to see' due to having removed both of her eyes for implants. A respirator was connected to her mouth, neck and throat, and her face was almost never visible to anyone due to the hood she'd always have on.

>But now that she had no 'attachments', she once again had those plump, flushed, young cheeks; that lightly potato looking nose, those thin, colorful lips and smooth, soft jaw.
>And she had no signs of age what-so-ever, no wrinkles, or scars of combat, or implantation. She was barely into her 20s, at a glance; and by all means she was untouched by everything that had happened to her thus far, despite her having taken plenty of bullets.

>She comes stumbling back around the corner with an awkward backstep, back into visual range of the stormtrooper, her hair thoroughly disheveled as if she'd just got up from her bedding, but silky smooth.
>Mallia's smile fades quickly as, the moment she parts her hair, the hair slightly returns infront of her face; requiring her to waste a little bit of time pulling it all behind her ears, while she felt the sides of her head, and around her eyes.

>She looked towards Chisan with a mildly uncomfortable glance, pursing her lip, as she waited there for a moment; still fiddling with her hair with both of her gloved, carapace laden hands.

>She huffs. But otherwise remains silent, looking over his shoulder for the xeno instead; giving off a small, childish pout.


Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.204875
204912
>>204857
>José Gallo stirs slightly, pushing his torso up with his arms.
>He may have to apologize to the owner about crashing onto it like that.
>So far, his curiosity is only rising as the panicked screams and neighs sound all around him
>A sofa inside a barn?
>Maybe it was that giant winged unicorn’s foals.
>That contract sure was right when it said it was a magical offer.
>A stone gateway into the biggest empty room imaginable?
>A horse with wings AND a horn?
>People would never believe him if he were to tell them.
>Cheto needs to get his eyes off the sofa and look around first.
>It could possibly be some human that either lived with them or handled them.
>Although that logic may not work so well, considering how he ended up here.
>It could be one of the horses that is speaking.
>José places one arm sideways, rotating his body to the side where people usually position themselves to sit on and change from his sprawled position into a sitting position.
>The slender man pats himself on his back, chest, left leg and pockets, checking if all of his belongings are with him still.

>After this, he slowly moves his head, looking around from his seated position on the sofa to see if there are any ponies who are not currently screaming and neighing everywhere.
>First contact is always important, especially when you are entering someone else’s property.
>In order to increase the odds of peaceful talks, he gently leans back against what he assumes is the back of the sofa.
>In order to calm others, you need to be calm yourself.
>A creeping thought tempted Cheto to get up from the sofa as it would be rude to use someone else's sofa without permission but considering the mass panic around him, moving would cause a lot more distress.
>Maybe they would think he would cause harm.
"Sorry for the intrusion! Please, accept my apologies! I won't move from this spot unless you ask me to!"
>That should do it.
>Submission always bring calm to scared parties.
Different Knight, Smaller Heresies...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204883
204893
>>204869
>Utterly typical for a Stormtrooper, his armor was rather rough looking, the Machine Spirits rather displeased at their state, which was, the Machine Spirits spoke aloud to you, mostly due to his awful Binary.

>Making a brief motion of the Aquila once more, Chisan allows a tense, brief chuckle over the commlink.
*"Ask not unless you desire an explanation beyond your perception, Enginseer."*
>Turning about to lean his left side on the boulder, the Stormtrooper taps the commbead, checking for clarity as his voice deadpans, his commbead's Machine Spirits eliciting a muted, fearful affirmation.
*"Yes, but do so carefully Enginseer. Pheromone mixing between equines and humans is somewhat unpredictable. She will not harm you.. unless you sincerely request it."**

>Granting thanks to you for the blessing, the visor shuts down while the Stormtrooper snorts in subdued amusement, helmet tipping downwards.
>It was quite probable he was missing implants, too.
>Glancing up momentarily, the Spectre Regimental lifts his free shoulder, flashing a series of quick hand signs indicating that he was on watch and wouldn't interfere.

>Sighting a softly rounded pastel red snout poking from behind Chisan's position, a long wing stretches into view, the equine splashing into water with a pleased sigh.
"Ohhh what I wouldn't give to do this in the fountain.. ohhh robot~?"
"No."
"Oh come on! Get in here and relax for once! You spend all that time walking around stiff and you're gonna have back problems!"
"I will not compromise operational security for the contrivance of relaxation."
"Bah! If not you then how about the.. what's her name?"
"Mallia Castella."
"....okay, I can't even say your first name right but she sounds like a palace builder! Come on, I won't bite!"
"No. She may join you if she wishes."
"Fiiiiiine!"
>Receiving the VERY distinct impression that the Stormtrooper was rolling his eyes behind the black visor, free hand waving in a dismissive, non-hostile manner as the xenos begins burbling in the water.
Mallia Castella
I1tJH
?
No.204893
204919
>>204883
>Now without her helmet, it was considerably harder to hide the fact that the exchange between the stormtrooper and the xeno were amusing the enginseer greatly.
>She accidentally coughs a wheeze or two, as she crosses her arms across her chestplate and tries to smooth her grin by rubbing a palm across her flushed cheek.

"Uhhh..."

>She puckers her lips like she bit a lemon, downcasting her glance as Mallia sinks into thought, briefly.

(Well, if the Inquisitor said to be as non-threatening as possible, I suppose there is no shame in optimizing relations.)
(Besides, Mom always said I don't have to be ashamed of anything.)
(BESIDES, this is a very particular instance. Maybe it will help in the future.)
(... When was the last time I took a proper bath, anyways? I don't remember an instance within the last decade.)

>Her brow furrowed and her head tilts, rolling her jaw as she thinks about it for a good while.

"I kinda wish I could build a palace, honestly, but I actually build military fortifications! My mother taught me, and I'm still studying her designs."

"Give me a moment, Miss, I'll be right there! ... Is it too formal to say 'Miss'?"

>She suddenly glances back up, thought her green eyes look specifically over the Stormtrooper; narrowing her eyes with a distinct, intent stare. as she goes back to studying his armor.

"Stormtrooper Chisan, just so you know, your Carapace Armor's machine spi..."
>She clenches her jaw shut, darts her eyes, then starts over.
"When was the last time your maintained your armor?"

>With that question tossed out, she walked around the corner of the boulder again, and begins to take off pieces of her light carapace armor to begin to shed it.
>She gives her Auspex a brief glance before she disconnects it, giving it an apologetic ping and and a few more commands to keep it busy.

>She simply tells it to datavault the information it has gathered thus far, and to scan the Stormtrooper's gear to give her a status report on the overral condition of the wargear.
>And to try not to scan too deeply, too.

(Please.)

[1d6+2 = 3]
CQ. Auspex Scan

>She can't utter a Litany to apologize to the machine spirit's possible discomfort, but she makes sure that absolutely every single piece if METICULOUSLY arranged and away from any flora and water.

>While she keeps undressing past the layer of armor, having to take off the robes she rust red and cog-white lined uniforn displaying the Mechanicus' emblem on the shoulders; specifically the skull of the Enginseers...
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
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No.204897
204951
>>204785
>Pareidolia scans over the text on his visor, curling his fingers under the palms of his gloves.

[Engrams are unlikely. Easily subject to change based on host state... second and fourth theories seem plausible.]

"Possible. Without Spiral we have no way to confirm that conjecture. Given that it claimed to be a human gestalt and its close relations to the Sisters and other figures, its power is unsurprising. So long as the majority of humans on Tallus remain divisive and insular as a whole, it will remain ineffectual."

>He sighs.

[Always a pain dealing with human gestalts.]

>Straightening up from his forward leaning posture, he turns around to stare at the Construct hulls as the messages play.
>Noticing his A.I.'s query, he states:

"I was present at the Skykeep operation though its relation to 'Spirit Walkers' is unclear to me. I was not informed of the details. Spiral was clearly piecing together some sort of theory based on historical artifacts, ruins, and groups but it is beyond my knowledge. As for Hodch... it seems he has been suffering some sort of progressive condition that can only be remedied by the spear to the Void Remnant's crypt. I do not know if Spiral would willingly abandon him to whatever fate awaits him. It seems as though only Spiral had the means to assist him."

>He folds his arms and looks up to the ceiling.

"Play last entry from five months ago."

[Is there any evidence here at all?]
A New Neighgotiation
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204912
204950
>>204875
>Rolling up to see the surprised faces of.. three much smaller horses, each with soft features like those of the alicorn, sitting on an opposite fluffy purple in a large, spread out and comfortably warm den, though it could simply be a converted civil barracks.
>The first had a horn and thinner build, wide eyes a pale turquoise, the coat a shiny apricot while the mane was a much too pastel bright orange, slowly lifts a greeting.
"No no, your apology is accepted, but please do not make a habit of falling into the Fortress, it is difficult to catch somepony without being warned. Are you physically hurt?"
>Curiously enough, you weren't.
>The second didn't have either a horn or wings, instead being a stocky, albeit slightly plump mare with rattled dull grey eyes, teal coat, and a vibrant lemon colored mane, frowns down at the half spilled cup of coffee across her forelegs, though didn't same to care much about being burned.
"Same. I'm just glad you didn't land on the table.. or the roof, it would be most uncomfortable."
>The third mare indeed had wings, the dark black color clashing with an attention getting, shortly knitted chartreuse mane, briefly fanning herself while squinted pink eyes glance you over.
"You all right there? Looks like you hit a matrice running and mistranslocated. I've done it too, it's no big deal unless you're carrying a lot or end up snout first."

>Finding your weapons scattered around in front of the sofa you were on and your relatively stuffed pack lying in the center of a short table, it was surrounded by large plates of still steaming chocolate chip cookies, at least a couple dozen on each.
>The den itself was more of an optimized lounge and recreation relaxation center, one giant window behind the trio of mares showing off a cloudy night; instead of black sky however, the quite large moon was a deep blood red.
>This was definitely not a recruitment center for some strange mercenary shenanigans.
Different Knight, Smaller Heresies...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204919
204949
>>204893
>Blackened and scarred carapace helmet twisting in your direction, the barest hint of a deprecating sigh escapes from underneath it.

>Sighting the snout once more, a set of feathers waft about above the water, an ear flicking into view as the mare's voice turns excited.
"Really?! This place looked great in pictures but it's actually kinda boring, maybe you could help them out. And yes, you can call me Miss, but if I can call you that too!"

>Stiffening upwards, the Spectre makes a small shudder in that well known 'oh no' twitch common to being questioned by a member of the AdMech, left hand raising to push the helmet down further onto his head.
"I.. do not know. Since arriving I have performed the daily Rites of Maintenance to my wargear, or if they malfunction. The Inquisitor did not state the Machine Spirits were angered."
"Hah! That's not what she said!"
"...I could report you for contract violation."
"Oh nooo, I wouldn't do that, no sir mister robot!"
"Please. Stop. That."

>Ignoring the exasperated Imperial's groan, the auspex registers down to the lowest possible scanning power.. which promptly ends up with the Stormtrooper's Machine Spirits transmitting such large amounts of angry Binary that it ceases trying to translate somewhere around the three hundredth insulting line.
>Most of them were, as far as you dared to translate, related to the Stormtrooper refusing to properly clean and dry his wargear each night.
>Even in another sector, or wherever they were, Guard never listened..

>Carefully stacking carapace and folding the robe into a neat pile across the boulder, next to your weapons and pack of course, the mare can be heard burbling once more.
Mallia Castella
I1tJH
?
No.204949
204962
>>204919
>Straightening up from undressing, she briefly took a step back to regard her uniform, boots, and layers of undergarments. A twitch in her mind causes her to scrutinize them for blemishes, but it was mostly because she was weird that way.
>She HATED wearing dirty clothes even though she had to wear them EVERYDAY.

>By now she was completely and neatly naked as she day she was born. Her hands, now free of their gloves, being slapped through the air to dry up the sweat they had accumulated, before going to her hair to firmly force it behind her head with a squeeze.

>But before she could look down at herself to take in her lithe, slender, and pale appearance, her eyes began to widen with horror as she witnesses the shrieking of the machine spirits.
>She goes horribly rigid for about two seconds... Then slaps her forehead with both hands and then screeches out, in low-Gothic.

"TEMPESTUS SCION CHISAN NAS."

>She sputtered out his FULL name just so he knows the gravity of his situation, as her words gain a certain edge.
>Her mechadendrite is briskly commanded around her chest to shield her cleavage, which was a solid C cup even if she seemed to have no fat to her otherwise, while her hands deploy themselves gracefully to cover her groin in the most ladylike posture she could muster.

>And then she rounds the corner, and she gives The stormtrooper a bewildered, disbelieving, and DIRTY look that was probably something beyond furious, judging by the eye twitch.
>While naked.

>She begins to gently walk in his general direction, putting her feet in the water. The cold of the water makes her shudder, but she was so upset that she just powers through that.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO YOUR FAITHFUL MACHINE SPIRITS??! THE RITES OF MAINTENANCE ARE VERY SIMPLE!! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO CLEAN THEM, LIKE YOU CLEAN YOURSELF; YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO RESPECT THEM FOR HELPING YOU!! IT IS NOT DIFFICULT!! ARE YOU SOME SORT OF RUN-OF-THE-MILL GUARDSMAN WITH BETTER ARMOR??!"

>Despite her distinctly pale skin pigmentation, her cheeks had become tomato red in colour from her outburst, and as she walked across the water and reached him, standing right infront of him as she yells at him in "annoyance"

>She raised her hands from shielding herself and instead held them akimbo, narrowing her eyes at him.

"YOU'RE A TEMPESTUS SCION, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, HOW DO YOU ANGER THE MACHINE SPIRITS THIS MUCH!? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ELITE!! DO YOU WANT THEM TO SUFFER?? WHY DO YOU LIE TO ME!?"
"-- YOU KNOW-- YOU, KNOW, I can feel their anger with you!!..."

>She glares so hard that the bridge of her nose crinkles like an accordion.
>Mallia might not look very threatening, especially whilst she was butt naked and with only her robotic limb covering her rack, but she was definitely passionate in her speech...

>She simply stands there for a moment, staring at the stormtrooper and eagerly awaiting his defensive or deflective statement as it was usual.

(Ooh I didn't have time for it.)
(Ooh sorry I forgot I'll do it now.)
(OOOH I'M SORRY I WAS JUST SO BUSY.)

(Buddy... BUDDY...)

>She slowly sighs out a very heated, stressed sigh through her nose.


Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.204950
204974
>>204912
>Cheto pulls down the bandana to under his neck and takes off his black cap, placing him next to the sofa, either on the armchair or one of the possible extra seats on the sofa if possible.
>It shows a white-colored man, no older than 25. His goggles are placed in front of his brown eyes. The black cap reveals a ruffled short brown hair as well.
>Pretty bland, appearance-wise.
“No. The sofa seems to have cushioned the fall.”
>He slowly and gently leans towards the backpack to remove it from the table while trying not to tip over anything around it, grabbing it by the top handle and pulling it up.
“Don’t mind me. I’ll try to clean up some of this mess.”
(No one likes backpacks on the table.)
>After gently pulling the backpack to the floor in front of his legs, he notices the coffee stains on the non-horned, non-winged one’s forelegs and slightly winces at the sight.
(The weapons can stay on the floor for now. Focus on increasing trust level.)
“Are you alright? You seem to have spilled coffee on yourself. Do you need any help?"
Spiral's Lab: True Demi-Sentience
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204951
205028
>>204897
>Shrugging half-heartedly, 'I tried' pops up briefly, the Marquis turning in a circle to peer at storage metrics.
>Blinking once, it asks if the Class 3 was restricted to functioning in a (mostly) neutral neutral fashion; if so why hadn't it exceeded those limitations by now as a gestalt, but if not what exactly was expending the energy to maintain its existence?
>Frowning at a further incrimination, the A.I.'s right forehoof lifts, snout being tapped while it thinks, quickly lifting its front shoulders and filing the information away into relevant folders.
>Perhaps one or both could confirm your suspicions, listing the true Spiral's acquisition as high priority.

>Repeating the command, the rendering sits down, cross-referencing the new data with your records while the lab emits a muted chime.
"Playing last entry; time frame: five months prior to current minute. Current message number: five of fourteen. Message four unplayed."
>Doctor Tipper's voice is heard first, arguing with what sounded like Denra, then the aery, particularly snooty tone of Mist Dancer before the second snarls.
"I'm not convinced he took off without leaving some kind of notice, it simply isn't like him. For all we know he went back to the ruin those elemental cores were dug out of."
"Do you even know where that is Doctor? He had it marked down on that big map in the little hidden room, but I'm loathe to even think about going into one of those trap-infested murder fortresses."
"I do not agree with this violation of privacy in practice, however, in principle I will acquiesce to this necessity for the moment."
"Then it's settled. We break in and figure out how to get the damned door open. Barring that we can detonate the wall or I can call in Roust."
"That might not be possible Denra, this lab of his protects itself fairly well and I doubt she can do more than you two could. Several ponies swore they saw the outer walls and gates regenerating during and after the Siege."
"...well, fuck."
>Silence falls for a bit until Mist Dancer speaks up hesitantly, followed again by Tipper.
"Does anypony here know how to unlock this demi-sentient, or access the, how did you state it?"
"Independent crystalline-logic cycles, and no, I can barely keep the Clinic functioning right."
"Hum, that is most unfortunate. Is it possible to teleport inside?"
"Don't even try it. Really, it's not pleasant. Now can we not stand here at the door so anypony in the Library can hear us?"
"Yes, please. I shall go first and attempt to convince the demi-sentient to open. If that fails I will perform Epsilon configurations, though I will only have three attempts."
"Good enough for me. Tipper, you feel up to reviving us if this goes badly?"
"Not really, no, I just wanted a cup of that bitter tea he used to get for me."

>The recording cuts off, 'Spiral' tossing a very interested glance towards the open room.
Different Knight, Suddenly Much Bigger Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204962
205144
>>204949
>Acting beyond the grasp of light speed, the Stormtrooper throws himself off the boulder into the single most rigid Commissariat-approved dressing down pose imaginable, that is, except for the tiny quaking motions of helmet and lasrifle strap grasped in his trembling gloved hand.
>Feeling the full force of cold night time air, upon stepping into the gently rolling spring, hot sand and water begins to boil your blood even further.
>Dumbstruck with such fear that for a moment you thought the Scion had suffered a heart attack, his left hand snaps up into a diamond precision salute, voice quaking as he responds, the words stumbling over each other in a hurry.
"I do not speak nor understand Binary ma'am! My auspex has been rendered nonfunctional due to combat damage and I am unable to repair it ma'am! I did not intend to anger my Machine Spirits ma'am! I apologize for my inferior conduct and I swear upon the Empress that I will conform to your exact specifications ma'am!"

>Quite unphased by your shouting, the raspberry red mare instead sits up, head twisting towards you and giving an amazed look of approval while both of her hooves lift above the water, clopping together gleefully.
"That was amazing Miss Castella! I've been telling him to clean his stuff off every night but he never listens! How do you know how to make stallions do what you want so easily?"
>Unexpectedly however, the xenos' tongue sticks out one corner of her mouth, carefully scrutinizing your fully-on-display body with sincere interest.
[1d6+4 = 5]
<E.Scouting
[1d6+4 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 10]

Razorback Fortress: Pony Barracks Den
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.204974
204996
>>204950
>All three horses, more like ponies due to their small statures, breathe sighs of relief, horned one speaking first, winged one next, and the non-horned, non-winged one last.
"That's good, for a moment I thought you might have gone through the roof. That is never a pleasant experience."
"Don't worry about it too much, she saved the cookies! ..you can have some if you want, Pella just made them a couple minutes ago."
"Please be more careful during translocations, any undue movement can cause strange events. I once wound up inside the water fountain. Never quite did figure out how that happened."
>Reaching down with a hoof, it somehow adheres to the coffee cup's rim, the relatively normal looking mare shaking her head slightly with a rueful smile.
"Oh no, I don't feel much pain anymore. I'm more worried about staining this lovely couch. Would you please?"
>The unicorn's eyes roll quickly, a muted glow the same color as her coat rolling off her horn, steam slowly collecting off the third mare and the couch.
>Sitting against the back, the horned mare's ears perk up, head tilting as she glances you over briefly, giving a quick nod and beaming a smile.
"Ah, I see, you are a new arrival Well, I am not the most professional diplomat here but allow me-"
"Us!"
"Us."
"Yes, yes. In any case, WE welcome you to Razorback Fortress deep within the quite wild New Everfree Forest on the gigaplanet of Tallus. You are, unless we have phase-shifted elsewhere since dusk, on the third largest of six known continents of Equestria, and for however long you choose to be, inside the pony barracks. As you can see-"
>Pointing a hoof from her to the other two mares, the unicorn's snout twitches in humor.
"We are ponies, not horses."
"Horses are crazy-"
"And wild!"
"Indeed. There are many other equine species here but for the time being I must allow you to.. what is it?"
"Hypavenshilate?"
"No, that's ultraprognosticate!"
"No no, I remember now, the term is hyperventilate. It is done when one becomes shocked by events or situations beyond their control."
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.204996
205217
>>204974
>At first, Cheto was quite worried by how non-chalantly the orange-maned pony shrugged off the coffee on her forelegs.
>That was until the horned one begins her action.
>He leans forward, in wonder by how her horn glows on her head as she does whatever thing she's doing.
" That's so cool. Does your horn usually glow like that?"

>Cheto does not need to hyperventilate.
>He willfully chose to sign that contract before, looking for something new.
>The price of discovery is a lack of comfort zones.
>Family may be worried for his son's disappearance.
>They should be fine, since they had 2 more sons and a daughter to grant him grandkids.
"Oh, there is no reason for me to do so. Thanks for the offer, though."
>He nods at the polite ponies, a small smile on his face.
"I was not expecting to be thrown inside here like that. Judging by how you got startled, I think my entrance wasn't expected."
>Gallo moves his weapons next to the backpack. The Steyr TMP to the right of it and the Glock 19 Compact to the left. He obviously does not pick them up.
"The name's José Gallo. Pleased to meet all of you."
>A pause.
"I didn't want to interrupt your snack time. In fact, could you pass me a cookie? Nothing better than being thrown into a sofa to incite hunger."
>He chuckles.
Kraut Spacewizard
!w6m/AkYQPo
U/Kel
?
No.204997
206199
>>204057
>The fawn image gets one last scrunch in from the flirting before finishing its fade.
>Kraut contemplates various ideas such as if meditation while in stasis is any different than trying to sleep, how the avoid dwelling on the few things worth thinking about for the time being, and how Spiral might react to seeing what all happened should they meet up again.
>He tries to focus more on what he'll do once he gets a body again, but he finds himself returning to the various what-ifs that you'd expect out of a man who treats every emotional problem with cuddles having been denied a means to get his treatment.
>He eventually gives up and tries to make himself sleep until somepony else wants his attention.

Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.205021
205232
>>204811
>He expected to see the mess hall relatively filled as he is used to
>The emptiness instead made him feel uncomfortable, almost out of place
>He spies the only human around before quickly realizing he doesn't have the antiquated armor he knows Indy has
"He's not here..."
>Zhun mutters to himself as he goes out of the mess hall
>He tries to look over to the pagoda to see if he is there before deciding on another task
>He heads back over to the bunker and takes a look at the bulletin board more closely, trying to see what's available and as a alternate source of news
Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.205023
205236
>>204555
>Clem stayed relaxed until Jeff pulled up to a spot
>Destination reached
>>204832
>Clem looks into the sky once more as he sees Jeff doing it
>Silver trail...
"That might be it..."
>Clem looks back towards Jeff as he hands him a scope
>"Better not lose this thing. Get hounded by bats if that happens."
"Thanks man. Don't worry, I'll try my best to keep this thing on me."
>He quickly looks into it to see if there is any features before stashing it in a pouch in his suit
>He gives the group a farewell nod as he hops out
"If there are batponies following me, I'm going to be concerned."
>As he watches the group leave, he starts to make his way to the clearing north of the Basin
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.205028
205276
>>204951
>Pareidolia follows his A.I.'s gaze to the revealed room and steps into the doorway, peering inside.

"Tell the demi-sentient to play message number 4."

[Uncharacteristic of Spiral to leave no trace. Either his character was misjudged or extenuating circumstances caused his disappearance.]
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.205096
205205 205338
>>204571
>>204305
>Adon looks down at the chiqtu, who's clearly not about being teleported.
"Heh. Me neither. Never have been, or will."

>He mulls over Golden Horn's reasoning, and the Witcher takes it.
"Hey, they didn't try and eat me. Actually, one even tried robbing me. Hmm, fair enough."
>His horse would used to naturally gravitate to other horses, when he'd be in a village.

>Looking up the mountain, he sees the blue glow at the top. Definitely where they need to be. Just a little more walking to do.
>Then to deal with some asshole unicorn.
>The chiqtu jumps off of him, and Adon watches the little creature look around their area for... something.
"Hey. WHat's up?"
Mallia Castella
oEfPD
?
No.205144
205294 205312
>>204962
>Mallia's look of pure, disappointed disbelief only becomes more intense as her jaw drops slightly as he mentions that his Auspex was non-functional ontop of everything else.
>Her angry scowl recedes as her mood shifts to one of mere concern, though she continued to look at the stormtrooper as if he was a horrible person; squinting at him and looking him up and down.

>Her rush of emotions are not eased by the way the xeno behind her complimented her. Infact it makes her shuffle her bare feet with a modicum of discomfort.

>The Enginseer looked back at the mare once, rubbing her flushed cheek as she blinked at the pony's statement, then looked back to him; brow furrowed inquisitively
>Particularly to the notion that it was the XENO to remind him to take care of his wargear, which frankly made her want to ask the stormtrooper pointed questions.

>The mechadendrite across her chest repositions itself a little bit as it barely contained her cleavage as she moved so sharply, her hair whipping across her head and forcing her to bring up her hands to part the long, smooth hair back behind her head.

>Without a word, she snaps her mouth shut, and holds out a hand expectantly. Looking at the stormtrooper with fiercely bright eyes, but also with a professional tone in her voice.

"Allow me to see your Auspex Scanner, please."

>The mechadendrite, in the meantime, is recalled from acting as her shield, and moves closer to the Stormtrooper's armor to eject a puff of incense across his armor, to try to soothe the otherwise incredibly angry machine spirits.
>She doesn't seem to care about being exposed anymore, it seems. Not while she works.

>Within the same second she sends an order to her auspex behind the boulder, and gets it to perform a lifesign scan to check if the perimeter is secure while the stormtrooper is occupied.

>Then she sends a ping towards the Stormtrooper's armor to gather a damage report. Specifically regarding the auspex, but checking system integrity instead of physical damage.

>Also, in an attempt to be diplomatic, she mentally notifies the Machine Spirit that she is open to suggestions regarding punishments.

(There isn't any taint, so there is no Chaos.)
(There's definitely no Orks.)
(There PROBABLY aren't any Eldar.)
(And there HOPEFULLY aren't any Tau.)
(Or Abominable Intelligence.)

(The perimeter should be secure. But it can't hurt to check for wildlife.)

[1d6+2 = 4]
CQ. Auspex Scan

[1d6 = 3]
B. Perception
[1d6 = 5]

[1d6+2 = 6]
Tech-Use + Holy Incense of the Omnissiah
[1d6+1 = 7]
Tech-Use + MIU
[1d6+1 = 5]

>She sighed softly through her nose. Since she cannot use binary due to being told not to, she simply opts to recite the Litany mentally.

(Anima Mechanicus forgive our unworthy hands, soon you will be restored.)
(I shall now seek thy damage and enact the Rites of Repair upon your holy machinations. And then enact Extended Rites of Maintenance.)

>Finally, she would shift her attention towards the pegasus.
>She casts maybe one glance back to them to make sure they aren't approaching, but they don't mind or notice that she is being 'scrutinized'. Too focused on what she was doing to even care that much.

>The only blemish upon her curvy, slender, and supple (especially in certain places) body would likely be the black, metallic spots where her MIU is partly visible at the back of her neck attached to her spine, and the large mechadendrite that was connected to her sternum.

>The enginseer purses her lip slightly. Staring at the stormtrooper's visor as she speaks back to the pony.

"It's nothing to do with males in specific, Miss Raindrop. It's my duty to do this. To ensure things like this man's armor are properly taken care of. It's my job."

"I don't find myself particularly intimidating, to be honest."

>She very briefly turned her head to flash the mare a small appreciative smile, even if only lasts for a second.

>Mallia was coming down from her initial anger, and was merely looking back to the Stormtrooper with some disappointment, speaking softly but firmly to him. Her face softening considerably, though she still frowned.

"How long have you been on-duty, from your last off-duty period up until now, Stormtrooper Chisan? Do you not have the means to perform the Rites of Maintenance on the field?"


Something Unseen -A Small Nuisance
The GM L.O.N.T
qkcIS
?
No.205205
205338 205497
>>204677
>Walking around to investigate his immediate surroundings and kicking a few rocks for good measure Golden explained to Spruce.
"He was from the Order for starters so he was an ass already, then he apparently had a massive god complex. And thirdly he was obsessed with Constructs."
>The old Unicorn shivered, gagging as if he tasted something horrible.
"We all are to a degree back in the University for good reasons, the Constructs are everyponies problem. However Excelleon was beyond border impulsive."

>He turned and looked at Spruce right in the eyes, brow furrowed.
"Which leads into the final straw that snapped; he wanted to make a gate that led directly into the Constructs realm. Madness!"
>Golden returned to kicking rocks and gazing into the cold dreary landscape.
"That is all I know, no details on the events, everything else are rumours."

>Swivelling its puffy head to the side to see Spruce the Chitqu gave the Operator a thumbs up, a very human gesture he noted.

>>205096
>A new yellow aura appeared and stroked through his moustache.
"And to be fair to the Gryphons robbers are exclusive to every type of sapient being on Tallus. My, one time I was trotting home from a lovely evening event with a mare and I -uh. Oh sorry I went on rambling there."
>He gave Adon an apologetic bow before the Chitqu squeaked for everyone's attention.

>Standing up from the sodden ground it looked at both humans and pony then made a circle in the air.
"Oh goodie! I love charades."
>Golden said, lowering himself to be at eye level with the furball.
>Speaking of eyes.
>The Chitqu was pointing at its own then back at the space of air where it fingered a circle.

[1d6+2 = 4]
>Perception



Canterlot, Packmare Guild, Lobby
The GM L.O.N.T
qkcIS
?
No.205207
205303
>>204585

>A frustrated neigh rattled out of Venous throat at the gibberish Corsen was speaking.
"Why do you rant of ovaries and other nonsense human?"
>"The thought of him tainting a mares ovaries is disturbing!"

>Somewhere Corsen could feel Slannesh touching itself.

"Follow me."
>The off duty Honour Guard said, this time making sure Corsen was not stuck to her as she moved.
>She was embarrassed enough as is.
>A small trot later Venous stood behind a mare who was the last in the smallest of the queues, in comparison that is. The damn thing was still thirty mares long and at the front attending the line was a very old looking mare.
>In fact.
>All the Deskmares were old, taking their sweet time checking documents and wasting it on chattering away at clients!

>There were cushioned seats lining the lacquered hardwood walls but they were all occupied by ponies as well, all chatting.
>All around Corsen was a cacophonous sea of multi-coloured chittering ponies content in the meandering slowness of this laid-back bureaucracy.

>Somewhere Corsen could feel Slannesh not touching itself.

"This will be quick Sir human, only two hours from what I can tell then you shall have you Packmare."
>She said with a surprising degree of happiness, she was, horror upon horror, enjoying this boring environment!

[1d6 = 1]
>Sanity

The L.O.N.T
qkcIS
?
No.205208
205454
the goodest boy.jpg
>>204602

>Walking away from that blocked off charnel house really helped Lonts' mood, he was already beginning to feel better about everything.
"You speak wise words Belregard but I must object to one thing, I will continue to provoke Cadence for she makes the cutest squeaks and funniest scrunch faces."
>He knew there were supplies back in the Spire, enough for him to refill his EMS bag and not hamper the relief effort. He was not going to steal oh no! He was going to help with healing the patients when he was done resupplying immediately. Which in turn will help Cadence.

"I am being polite, am I not charming you now?"
>Lont said, the usual smile of the lusty dog slowly returning.
"It is settled then, you shall be my warm up forevermore!"
>Whether that was true or not was left for future Lont with less current problems to decide.

>Such a young foal, he hoped Void Crasher was being treated fairly by other foals.
"Don't try to correct what he likes. This world is massive and fascinating, he will have a great time enjoying Tallus."
>"Spoken like a true native."
>Lont didn't know how to feel about that.

"I see where you two are coming from, trying times require harsh measures."
He agreed, there was nothing much he could say more on the issue, it was in Belregards hands now.

>Yes, "best friend", don't want to taint his innocence with his real nature.
>Leaning down he carefully picked up the colt and cradled him in his arms, dinky tummy being scratched faintly.
[1d6+2 = 7]
>M.Belly Rubs
[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 3]

[1d6+2 = 4]

A Cryptic Lunar Crypt: Northern Basin Road
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205214
205504 205514
>Hearing a brief 'no thanks' from Boris, and surprisingly Mercy as well, in the back, the two continue their game.
[1d6 = 6]
<Boris
[1d6 = 1]
<Mercy
>Mares and Golems..

>>204844
>Dusting off the nerd faculties, you recall a few conversations, in various bars, at various times, and with mostly Lunar ponies, describing a long unseen Construct mothership in past eras.
>Lunars described the small continent sized mothership designed for large scale deployments, launching approximately of fifty Assault Vessels containing 100-200 Constructs each, and ten much smaller Invasion Vessels that disgorged models the size of a giant minotaur or small dragon at the most.
>The few mercenaries you dealt with stated batponies claimed that the lone mothership was seen by them as the 'Great Mango of the Endless Sea', and they wanted nothing more than to invade it and find out the secrets of how to grow the best mangoes possible.
>This they stated was pure speculation as batponies were notoriously difficult to make sense of.

>For now the silver trail was too high to tell where it might land, although the streak was angled south of the Basin Village.. somewhere.
>It also reminded you of something, yet the memory and combined horrors within refused to surface.

>Smelling everything that you could get to, including Jeff whom was covered in the scents of "serial unicorn Doctor", "Constructs everywhere", "sneaky batfilly", and the acrid stench of plasma, the fading scent of chocolate cookies in the vehicle were most concerning, after all, there weren't any remaining!
>Unfortunately, none of them explained the concept of 'shotgun', and instead made you realize the creeping grumbles of hunger.

>As Clemency gets out and takes the scope, Jeff shifts the Dagor back into drive, crossing around the village and up onto the wide stone road leading north, which was surprisingly flat.
>Reaching a fairly good 55MPH, the warm, humid Moors air breezing into the assault 4x4 was neither stale nor acrid, the Golem nor pegasus in the rear for once silent.
Razorback Fortress: Pony Barracks Den
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205217
205238
>>204996
>Blinking once, the unicorn's eyes swivel upwards, then down and giving a short giggle, nodding once.
"Of course it does, that is, whenever I cast a spell."
>Equine forelegs lifting in a nonchalant shrug, the mare sets them back down, resuming a friendly greeting smile.
"I have heard that humans tend to hyperventilate upon arrive, so I thought it might be best that I prevent shellshock by stating it aloud. And to be most polite, this is not the first time a human has, excuse the pun, dropped in on us before."
>Each mare lifts their right foreleg, the unicorn nods once again.
"Apricot Jamboree, herbalist and biologist. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
>The pegasus smiles broadly, flapping each wing once.
"Blackreef Cloud, I'm a mapologist!"
>Eyes rolling at the other two, the normal pony affects a brief, humored salute.
"By that she means scout that spends half her time lazily surveying for enemies on top of a tower."
"I do not! I take my job seriously!"
"She doesn't, trust me. Name's Turquoise Shatter-Pike, former Honor Guard and one of Razorback's protectors, which now includes you."
>Together the three mares shake their heads, pausing to snicker at being in tune, the unicorn's horn alighting afterwards once more and lifting a plate towards you.
"Not at all, we were merely taking a break. Most humans of Razorback have been busier than ever and we are barely catching up with the work load."
Doctor Juan Carlos, M.D.
GM_Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
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No.205219
>>202719
>Finishing his cuts, and allowing the mares to apply quartzine and kanpri to Snakebite, Carlos puts his tools down to change out his gloves and help with keeping the incisions clean and workable.
>But the liquefied fat and tissue oozing out from skin layers was far more troubling. Luckily the ponies are quick with the gauze to absorb it up.
>Carlos unzips a padded bag, pulling out a machine with a flexible hose and a large clear collection container.
"Pobre bastardo. To think he may have been awake, too. I have a suction machine, if that would help with drainage for the time being."
>He turns on the suction machine and lowers the hose into one of Snakebite's open incisions, allowing it to collect some of the liquefied tissue mass.
"Watch as I do, equinas. Slow sweeps between pooling areas. Should help free up some hooves, and I can collect pathology samples for later. We need to assess the damage in his forearms, soon. Many fractures, si?"
>The doctor offers the suction's hose to one of the unicorns, and motions to a blood collection case and grabs a vacutainer needle and a set blood collection vials for testing and cultures.
"I will make a full blood spectrum blood collection, to analyze later, while we have some downtime."
>As each vial fills with Snakebite's blood, he switches from one colored vial to another until he's finished. He leaves them in a holder to the side, for the time being.
>Carlos's attention goes to the hovering x-ray spell Tipper had left, as he'll need it to examine Snakebite's arm injuries.
"The nervous system is tricky to revitalize, especially if it's non-existent anymore. I may not have the equipment to repair such an amount of damage to it. Better to focus on what we can fix, now. And his right eye will require examination and cleaning, if it cannot be saved."
>He pans the circle over both of Snakebite's arms, red body marker in hand to determine the most accessible spots for incisions.
"We'll need more quartzine and kanpri prepared, equinas."
[1d6+4 = 7]
<M.Research: Surgical Analysis
[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 10]

The Bulletin Board
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205232
205732
>>205021
>Leaving the Mess Hall and entering the giant courtyard once more, the few glows down at the Pagoda were not conducive at range, though there wasn't an obvious knight inside.
>Peering over the board's two sides, the amount of news in the past week was fairly complex; earlier tonight Indurian had made a notice involving himself, Ivan, and two Pred-Elk going to a strange, possibly planar realm, afterwards the two humans were beaten by a certain troublesome pegasus General.
>Either he was in the Clinic which didn't seem likely as the two medical ponies were highly proficient, or he was in Bren's cabin outside the walls.
>A place of fear it was not, but terror, now that was applicable.
Basin Village: Scouting
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205236
205735
>>205023
>Staring at the large, professional spotting and scouting scope, then at your pilot's suit, unless you managed to disassemble the thing entirely you'd have to keep it in once piece.
>Checking it over a bit, the zoom and clarity settings were nearly as good as those on reconnaissance craft.

>Following after the Dagor leaving at highway speeds on a recently earth pony built road, the north side of Basin Village was clear enough for your purposes.
>Standing at the intersection, quite flattened out compared to how it used to be far as you remembered it, each of the Basin's abnormally tall, two-story buildings had a large set of stone ladders leading onto each one's roof.
>Picking the north most building, the one that you knew was labeled 'Mangoes & Merchants Market', the ladder alone had been renovated quite recently and was probably 25M atop the roof.
>It was either share a roof with one of the Basin's probable inhabitants, or the road.
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
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No.205238
205476
>>205217
>Cheto nods, followed by a smile.
“A pleasure to meet you three.”
>His left hand moves around the magical aura, trying to grasp and feel it, while his right is placed below the plate, just in case something wrong happens.
>He then takes the magically floating plate and settles it on the table in front of him, placing three cookies on it.
“Thank you, Miss Jamboree. I don’t suppose you have water on hand, do you? No snack is complete without something to drink.”

>A slight snicker comes out of his mouth after seeing Shatter-Pike dissing on Cloud.
“Miss Cloud cannot be that lazy. She seems to have spirit for her job.”
>He takes a bite out of a cookie, slowly trying to sense the flavor to see if there’s anything different.
>After about 10 seconds, he swallows it.
“But judging by the title, It sounds like you are a well-disciplined pony, Miss Shatter-Pike. A strong spirit and discipline is a great combination to have.”
>He takes another bite of the cookie, finishing it, followed by another swallow at roughly the same time.
“I suppose I should help on these matters. I think I was sent here intentionally to give a helping hand.”
>The last cookie suffers the same fate.
"I can provide some firepower if needed. Maybe some non-lethal grenades or simply a calm pony to break up a fight or dispute."
Spiral's Lab: True Demi-Sentience
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205276
205393
>>205028
>Giving up on further clarification, the A.I. transmits another order, then reverts to semi-standby mode.
"Playing message four. Messages six to fourteen remaining."
>This time the Library was quite busy, probably one of Tipper's Fortress-wide meetings, Mist Dancer's soft voice speaking quietly.
"Spiral, I am delivering you the Honor Guard records I could acquire. Briefly speaking, there are six Early Dynasty, eleven Middle Dynasty, and one Late Dynasty ruin within a five hundred mile radius of the Fortress. The one you specifically wished to know of is Middle Era, currently in Caneighdia's territory, but I will not accompany your ghoulish self in exploring it."

>The previously unknown room lights up in calm red light, established much like the Armory, rows of clear diamond lockers and displays containing technological devices, Tallus weapons, and several potential human firearms.. if they could be called that.
>The room was nearly a third the size of Spiral's lab, and you could see several small white doors with blue outlines, roughly unicorn height, between the display tables.

>The Marquis A.I. simply facehoofs, declaring that it wanted to stop learning new and shocking information every minute.
Different Knight, Suddenly Much Bigger Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205294
205312 205406
>>205144
>Cracking a quiet snicker, the winged xenos mare splashes into the hot spring once more, giving a highly approving one wet feather up motion at you.
>It was basically a thumbs up, for sure.

>Sensing the Scion's fear while remaining in the ramrod straight salute, Chisan snaps his right hand down to his left vambrace, rolling a heavily damaged, standard Mars-issued auspex into view, precisely the same as yours.
>Eyeing the scanner, it was completely destroyed, suffering from numerous medium sized claw marks and a pair of large predator bites, both having been dealt within the past day or so, the Machine Spirit within suitably dead.
>Ejecting the mechadendrite's blessed incense across the Stormtrooper's armor, you could easily sense the xenos equine performing another inspection of your nude physical form, this one more considerate, yet nonetheless curious, if not rather shy compared to the first.
[1d6+4 = 5]
<E.Scouting
[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 8]

>Accepting your command, the auspex's scanners refocus for medium range.
>Identifying numerous small biosigns directly underneath the hot spring itself, they were likewise registered as 'drakes' like the ones you'd found elsewhere, except featuring much hotter temperatures, along with flowing lava deep within the mini-mountain.
>Likewise, there were indications of numerous water based piscines and a single medium sized unknown aquatic contact somewhere below the pond.
>Other than these, the equine xenos was marginally tagged as a friendly.

>Suitably calming the Tempestus Scion's equipment and reading off the basic datacodes from them... it was readily clear that they had only been transmitted the proscribed Litanies of Hate, Disgust, Aggression, and quite a few others due to their explicitly aggressive, hostile programming.
>Scanning the carapace armor, they were quite annoyed that they hadn't saved the Stormtrooper from certain glorious death in the Omissiah's service, that is except for the helmet which was proudly displaying battle damage as proof of its loyalty, while the highly polished, well maintained Hotshot rifle and Hellpistol were angered that they hadn't eliminated hundreds of Chisan's enemies within the previous planetary rotation.
>All in all, it was a rather profound oops on the Machine Spirits' parts due to their implementation within high risk wargear expected to see constant combat.
>On the subject of punishment, the entire lot demanded the Stormtrooper to be in combat, right now, on the razor's edge of death and glory, which, as you recall, was rather normal for Machine Spirits expected to be in the midst of life-and-death conflict.
>Restoring much of their standard functioning protocols, Chisan's wargear calms to a level that indicated readiness to destroy the Imperium's enemies, eagerly so, though the Machine Spirits were simply too eager for damage and hadn't actually been neglected.
>It was probably much too late to correct such eager and protocol appliant, kill hungry Machine Spirits, nor their owner.

>Finding the pegasus mare simply raising an eyebrow at your backside, if not a bit taken aback in study of the likely never before seen implants, or human nudity, the xenos quickly turns her eyes away in a very human like apologetic manner.
"I TOLD him that he better keep his blades sharp, weapons clean, and armor shined spotless every hour! He's not stuck inside a building or on wall patrol for Epona's sake!"
>Flipping the left wing out of the hot water, Raindrop Raspberry, according to her Low Gothic name, makes a noise that sounded like a half-sigh, half-harrumph while the Scion's visor flickers off entirely, taking the logical step of not exposing himself to your nudity.
"Umm, well, if that's the case Miss Castella, why does it smell like he's scared of you? It's pretty sharp, I mean, he got maybe a little annoyed when we took down that pack of miniature bears earlier tonight, and the weird plant thing he just kept shouting about burning it to ash."

>Helmet twitching towards the hot spring briefly, Chisan's eyes can be felt focusing above your forehead, muttering in a quiet, suitably humiliated yet respectful tone under the helmet.
"Due to the Inquisitor's orders I am allowed one hour per night dedicated to equipment maintenance during dusk and dawn, ma'am. I was last able to initiate the Rites of Maintenance this dusk, ma'am. I only have a basic issued lasweapon maintenance kit, not a full technical kit nor Enginseer's tools, ma'am."
Corsen
!!NqBxIZTw8.
Iggfw
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No.205303
206144
>>205207
>Tossing an insulted glare down at Venous, Corsen points a finger at her utterly boopable nose, then to the packmare that passed them while speaking in quiet fury.
"I have traveled hundreds of planets and witnessed thousands of battlefields, but I'll tell you THAT mare scares me far beyond the murderous bloodthirsty berserkers I was forced to serve with!"
(Thank you my Lord, I shall inundate you with further pleasures upon this rude, crude, and lewd planet that have never been experienced until now! ..once I figure out how. Sorry Slaanesh, this takes time!)

>Grimacing at the unexpected lines of orderly bureaucratic nonsense taking place, the cultist feels the slow, unsettling, and frankly awful mechanisms of peace settling into his skull, following the Honor Guard while his eyes roved about in horror.
(This is like that damned Tzeentchian bastard's waiting line. There's not enough noise! What kind of hell is this!? Why am I here right now?!)
>Feeling his soul being crushed by Venous' words, the Death Cultist lifts his hands to his mask, momentarily calm, but screaming.
>Mostly internally.
(NO NO NO NO NO THIS OFFENDS EVEN ME THE DAMNED PAINTER!)

>Tearing the mask off in a single motion, Corsen shrieks at the top of his lungs, pointing down at Venous with the free hand while slamming the other into the 'medical' satchel, bringing out the bottle of rainbow sheened alcohol.
"I'LL SIRE THE FIRST MARE'S FOAL IF SHE CAN TEACH THIS UPTIGHT SNOOTY GUARD TO BE A BETTER FRIEND TO ME! SHE EVEN TOLD ME MY DICK WAS TOO SMALL FOR HER TO ENJOY!"
(Praise Slaanesh and start the NOISE!)
[1d6 = 5]
<B.Undivided Aspirant: Negotiation
[1d6 = 6]

Snooping around
The GM L.O.N.T
/jozZ
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No.205312
205314
>>205294
>>205144

>A small dainty black nose attached to a snout poked out of a nearby thrush of bushes, it wrinkling about as it sniffed the heavy air.
The GM L.O.N.T
/jozZ
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No.205314
6198105421_0df3e03550_b.jpg
>>205312

Karl "Spruce" Osmundsson
!aGuq39zDO2
JEIVh
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No.205338
205497 205706 205848
>>205205
>>205096

"Constructs..."
>Spruce mumbles the word, unsure if he's heard it before.
>It sounded so familiar, but he'd never really heard too much about the subject in his travels.
"... Constructs are uh... Robot things ya? That occasionally invade here?"
>He didn't sound all to certain abut that certainly sounded... Somewhat familiar.
>But stubborn ponies however were an all too familiar to most of the humans on this world.
>Except Spruce for the most part, who had spent more time in the Vale than most.

>He glanced now to the Chitqu.
>It just gave him a thumbs up.
>What.
>The Norwegian blinks, watching it as it motions and mimes out what it's trying to convey.
"... It wants to be teleported?"
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
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No.205393
205483
>>205276
>Pareidolia sighs briefly in annoyance.

"Clearly no clues were left in these messages."

>He cautiously enters the room, taking a closer look at the doorways, displays, and lockers.

"Report if you notice anything unusual. Spiral went to great lengths to protect this place."
Mallia Castella
ql88f
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No.205406
205528
>>205294
>While all the replies, interesting information, and data was being processed; Mallia's gaze remained fairly focused and deadpan, as it was customary for a servant of the AdMech -- single minded in their duty, but still attentive.
>She rapidly scanned the stormtrooper's gear with her glance, even as her MIU received a response from the machine spirit.

>She took note of the state of his lasgun, and laspistol; feeling the polish of their surface with her bare hand, as her mechadendrite wrapped itself around her bosom again, to shield her, after it's duty has been accomplished.

>A second after Chisan had spoken, the Enginseer nods once, slowly. Just to acknowledge his statement.
>But doesn't look up at him as she returned her glance to his busted Auspex scanner, moving her hand to it as well, with a bit a slower, more mourning movement as it inspects it's damage.

>Ultimately, all the details left her with a sour grimace. Her eyes darting and squinting as she computes everything.

>Then she finally steps back from the Stormtrooper and returned her hands in a lady-like posture, covering her groin, as she spoke to the Scion with a decisive tone.

"I understand completely."

>She started with a more honest statement, to at the very least ease his fear even if she still was not pleased enough to smile, as she began her verdict.

"The Machine Spirits have become so hyper-aggressive that I initially mistook their immense rage and lust for battle as neglect; because their cursing was mostly directed to you for not cleaning and drying the armor properly each night."

"Your machine spirits are still loyal to you. I have restored them to Standard Operating Protocols, and calmed them for you."

>She breathed out a slow, stressed sigh of relief through her nose. Her chest heaving and falling with the gesture.
>But before Chisan can utter his own form of relief, she keeps speaking firmly. Her eyes finally snapping to focus on him.

>Unceremoniously, the bendable portion of the mechadendrite around her body twists to direct it's manipulator claws towards his Auspex scanner.

"Your Auspex Scanner's machine spirit is, unfortunately, very dead. I will have to perform the Rites of Replacement, later."

>Mallia's lip visibly purses on that note, her eyes darting as her brow furrows again. Yet, when she looked back up at him, she gives a more calm smile.

"I have no ulterior specifications for you as of now in this case. However, come dusk, I will oversee your Rites of Maintenance."

"At ease. You may return to your Watch, Stormtrooper."

"... And sorry for giving you excessive palpitations."

>Almost as soon as that statement comes is over, the Enginseer nods uneasily to the Stormtrooper, still eyeing his armor with some concern; especially the auspex.

>Then she simply gracefully turned around and went to face the pegasus again.
>Her eyes staring at the xeno with a pensive, distant glance. Though the warm smile still on her lips remained.

>It takes her a second to be able to figure out what to say to her without making Chisan sound like a total pansy.

"Miss Raindrop..."

>She pauses rather noticeably, sideglancing the stormtrooper once, then back to the mare as she began to approach area in which the mare was mingling.
>Approaching with slow, careful steps that lightly rippled the water.

>Mallia, as she spoke, visibly downcasts her eyes down to the water around her feet, to try and spot the Everfree drakes beneath to not accidentally step on them.
>Though her glance wanders anyways, enchanted by the steamy water.

[1d6 = 1]
B. Perception
[1d6 = 6]

"To put it simply: I'm not scary, my authority on the matter, if you'd call it that, is "scary"."

"I have no doubt in my mind that this stormtrooper is braver and hardier than me, otherwise!"

>She nodded her head to herself, looking proudly to the Stormtrooper for a moment to encourage him.

>And lowkey projecting her mind's eye representational of Stormtrooper Vidoq over Chisan's. Their armor was identical, minus the battle scarring.
>Suddenly, her eyes, despite her calm smile, dulled and narrowed with a hint of grief; even her expression wincing in a bit of physical pain.

>She looked away quickly, shaking her head and brushing the hair that'd come over her face again from the gesture.

"By the way."

>She suddenly shifts the topic entirely and eyed Raindrop Raspberry more intently with some interest again.

"There is a medium sized, unknown aquatic creature beneath the surface of the water, and a dozen different Everfree drakes."

"Did you notice them?"

>As she asked that question, Mallia began to sit down in one corner of the pond, against the rocks, where she had something to rest her back on.
>A quiet, pained sigh escapes her as she finally gets to sit down and rest her legs, followed by a relieved mumble by the feeling of being enveloped in warm water.

>She almost immediately brings her knees up, sitting in a sort of fetal position.
>Hugging her legs and keeping them tightly shut, hiding her body in the process.
>With her mechadendrite clicking a few times as it folds and retracts on her back, with it's arm staying mostly out of the water, as best it can with her sitting down as she was.
The Crystal City-State: Cleanup Duties...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205454
206329
>>205208
>Belregard's head twists around nearly 180 degrees, the two visible yellow eyes squinting humorously, in not in caution.
>That is, if the Ethereal even knew what being cautious was.
"An ambassador should always seek the approval of the Crystal Empire's goddess."
>How cryptic.

>Snorting belatedly around the Outrider, the Shell lifts it into the air, probably trying to shrug.
"Hay, don't quote me on that! Cady gets to decide who keeps the blankets warm first!"
>Future Lont, it seemed, was destined for more struggle snuggles than current or past Lont had considered.
>Or expected.
"Oh I know, barely shown him the Central Wastelands, Lower Plains, thought about going to Caneighdia or maybe Gozka just for kicks, but that got interrupted. Some day I'll take him to Cloudsdale, that place is fun to watch."

>Passing into the next intersection without halting, the strange patch of flora on Champion Belregard's left shoulder unfolds into flowers, grass, several vines, and what might be a tiny tree, emitting another grinding laugh.
"Beyond 'trying', human! Few events before this plane's current cycle have provided an incentive to fear for the safety of true mortals!"
"Quick question: what are those things on you?"
"Quick answer: a renewal of many oaths, their stature, the growth of honor."
"...what? An Ethereal with a sense of humor? What kind of weird reality did I wake up into? Er, no offense meant Lont!"
"If you believe I have such a grasp, my superior may frighten you. She studied Tallus humor for nine of your centuries."
"Ahhh no, I'm good, at this point I'll settle for getting a fresh crystal bath instead of hearing more puns. Can we settle for that?"
"Agreed."

>Stopping and tilting his head,, the colt's eyes widen again, holding a foreleg out as you lift him into a cradled position, relaxing in a state that could only be 'pure happy' with a wide smile.
>Much like the Shell's exterior, Void Crasher's coat and soft hide felt naturally warm, except for possibly lacking a skeleton.

>Crossing through the District's alleys down into the north side of Empire Square, the colt had unsurprisingly crashed, emitting tiny, nasally snores.
>Set on course directly to the northern Spire's arch, Belregard doesn't even bother looking in the direction of the strange, tentacle laden clamshell Ethereal you'd seen much earlier, now surrounded by hundreds of seated adult Crystal ponies.

>Stomping around the north arch and halting to eye the unguarded translocation stone, the Champion's head tilts down, studying numerous, mostly frozen pools and trails of blood leading to it with something akin to clinical interest.
"Shell?"
"On it! Lemme get this thing off me real quick and I'll be right back!"
>Dropping down onto her barrel, the mare wriggles out from under the Outrider, lazily standing up and half-trotting onto the stone to disappear in a bright pink puff.
>Glancing down to Tacit's still form, then to the colt in your arm, the Champion's top left eyebrow raises, returning his focus to the stone with a brief chuckle.
"'Strange days' indeed."
>Popping out of a swirling blue vortex shortly, the Shell's face twisted in horror and shaking her front left hoof off, several chunks of thick yellow Protoform paste stuck to it.
"Ewewewewew get it off get it off it was just a joke she didn't have to throw it at me!"
>Pausing suddenly, she stops upon realizing where she was, turning a bashful grin at you.
"No can do, half Princess Cady's foyer, meeting rooms, and the audience hall are full. We've got two choices, either go to Elezith's Conclave or we go to the weird healers. I'm in favor of the first, they give out snacks!"
Razorback Fortress: Pony Barracks Den
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205476
205491
>>205238
>Touching the plate, the aura turned out to be a warm mass of what felt like a dense cloud, which scattered into the air as you set it down.
"You are most welcome. I believe I still have a few in my purse, one moment please."
>Nodding politely, the unicorn's expression tightens briefly, a small, artfully twisted red glass jar with a cork stopper sets down next to the plate, several small pieces of blue ice floating inside.
"And there you are. As fresh and cold as possible from one of the many Empire springs."

>Outside the rather interesting choice of soft oatmeal as a base, the entire cookie was well made, the chips tasting more like chocolate liqueur, and you couldn't detect any chemicals or additives other than a hint of cinnamon.

>Cracking a smile, Turquoise lifts a foreleg, placing it on the pegasi's snout as her mouth opens.
"I can tell you her nightly routine: wake up, eat, take a nap, go to the Command Center, work on maps for an hour or two, eat, nap, more work. The last three repeat four to five times each night. Pegasi sleep a great deal between periods of high energy work."
>Headbutting the hoof down, the 'mapologist' rolls her eyes, though nods in acceptance.
"Turq is one of the strongest Guard ponies here, except for Marble, or maybe Kitang, but doesn't have a book of rules. At least not any more since somepony ate it."
>Sticking her tongue out at the pegasus, Turqoise's forelegs cross her barrel, sitting back into the sofa with a contemplative expression.
"Quiet you, we don't talk about her. Your skills do seem highly useful given the current situation. Razorback is unfortunately short in supply on functional diplomats, though I hesitate to state much on choices of weaponry. Human fire.. arms, I think the word is, are much too loud for ponies, except for unicorns I believe."
>Finished cleaning the sofa, Apricot gives a small, polite shrug, crossing her forelegs.
"I can dampen sounds to a point, though I much prefer not to enter combat at all. Most ponies feel the same, though there are outliers, outcasts, and those that simply enjoy the prospect of violence. Of course there are many other species on Tallus; Gryphons, minotaurs, dragons, sapient drakes, harpies from several Planes and Otherworlds, the Rams and sheep of Ewerup, and supposedly seals though I have not seen them myself. If you would like to get a bit more acquainted with Equestria's general state of affairs, there is a bulletin board near the Command Center a bit south of here posted with a large amount of information on it."
Spiral's Lab: The Trove
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205483
205534
>>205393
>Resuming chin tapping, the Spiral rendering pauses, turning halfway around to place several key data points on the helmet's internal display.
>It was positive that the information you'd collected on the 'Dynasty', the real Marquis' curiously high interest relating to it, and his elemental nature which was caused by said interest, were linked together.
>Positing that the messages, potentially excluding Belltower's, coincided with that interest and matched your older psychological assessments, it confirmed a clear pattern of activity, now displayed as multiple branching paths of activity.

>Accepting the order, though it couldn't do much more than visually scan and analyze, the A.I. enters an active alert-aware mode.

>Stepping inside, the lighting brightens several shades, exposing text on each of the pony height doors, each labeled with a building's name and a small map of the tunnels beyond.
>Closest to you, the south wall was clearly weapon storage, diamond cases and stands of various sizes containing a bewildering array of weaponry.
>None of the styles were familiar, and you could only identify a few of the more exotic metals and materials.
>Spaced between the stands and cases were six doors, two of them blacked out and partially obscured by sealed mythril chests.
>On the east end was a selection of human styled firearms, most of them quite technologically advanced, several were baffling in appearance, and a further number had been dismantled, disassembled, or had been halted in the process of either being repaired or destroyed.
>The front panel for each was covered in what looked like runes, some glowing different colors, though the majority were red.
>The east wall's lockers were likewise curious: whatever contents they had weren't each was made from diamondine, though you knew not much had been used from the Workshop's stock.
>On the northern end, polearm display cases over numerous pony height doors stretched from wall to wall, one of the cases blacked out and a single door currently gold.

>Four short, 5M long by 5M wide, possibly kanpri tables in the center of the room were definitely unusual: the space above each was a solid cube of rippling waves, reaching up to the ceiling, the Marquis simply plastering a large 'NO' on the display with a hoof.

>Everything in here was unusual, the A.I declares after a sort study.
>Noting that the entire Fortress layout could likely be accessed from here, it queries if you'd found one of the accesses before.
>Realizing that a request to study everything would take far too long and giving a warning on the four rippling cubes, the A.I. settles for requesting to take a closer look at the human weaponry.
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
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No.205491
205533
>>205476
>Cheto watches in awe as how the jar floats towards him and is set next to his plate, fascinated by the process.
>He picks the jar up and takes a swig of this spring water on offer, contemplating its taste.
(I would have preferred a glass with this, but sometimes there is no such luxury.)
>The cookies tasted good, albeit lacked any sort of exotic taste that would spark curiosity.
>He ate oatmeal cookies before.

>Cheto nods as he processes the information Turq is sending out about Blackreef.
“An interesting habit. She seems alert right now.”
(Narcolepsy, maybe?)
>He makes sure to jot down mentally the other two names of the stronger than Turquoise.
>The part about Kitang’s loss of her rulebook makes Gallo raise an eyebrow.
“Wait. Can any one of you feed on books? Is it part of any pony’s diet?”

>He takes the actual last cookie off his plate and places it in his mouth, starting to chew on the oatmeal-based goodness.
>He takes a swig of water while the cookie is still in his mouth, promptly swallowing it.
“I’ll keep that in mind when push comes to shove.”
>He makes sure the safety’s on for both the Steyr TMP and Glock.
“Although it should be a little less noisy with these suppressors in front of their barrels.”
>Another swig of water is drunk by José.
“Does this bulletin board also include any current problems or jobs that I can do for the Fortress?”
(I may need to ask where that is. Maybe a map. I will need info for every species, so there's probably my next destination here.)
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.205497
205706 205793
maff.png
>>205205
>>205338
>Adon focuses his attention on the chiqtu as it plays out several gestures to them.
>A circle in the air, and him looking at the circle?
"Hmm..."

>He catches what Spruce guesses at, and teleportation might not be too far off.
"Portals are circular, Spruce."
>What was it that Golden Horn just mentioned to Spruce about?
"Golden Horn, you said he was trying to open a gate to the Construct's realm. What if he did it, or is in the process? That could be the blue glow, up there."
>The Witcher looks down at the chiqtu, hoping for a confirmation to his somewhat-educated guess.
"Is that what you saw? Is Excelleon trying to open a portal to the Construct realm?"
>It only helps connect the small creature's predicament even further. Construct-like armor, a unicorn obsessed with a portal to their world, but how does the chiqtu fall into play?
>Some sorcerers in his world went to very long lengths to open portal to other planes of existence. Could it somehow be a key part to the gate's opening.
"Was he going to somehow use you and that armor to open the portal?"
Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.205504
205514 205550
>>204844
>Watching Sunny enthusiastically take the front passenger seat, he shrugs his shoulders dismissively as she adamantly turns down his offer.
>No, wait, she wasn't. She was trying to play a loophole into her contract condition, at him.
>Jeff smirks to himself at the mare's craftiness.
"Ah, I see now. Well, as long as you indicate a wish to carry something just let me know and I'll give you permission."

>>205214
>He turns onto the well-laden road, and almost instantly let's the gas out. He tops the Dagor consistently just under 60MPH.
"Alright, at this rate we'll be cutting our arrival time pretty much in half!"
>He'd take 15-20 minutes over 35-40, any day of the week.
>He should probably learn to speak Earth pony at some point.
>Jeff turns his head to the back, looking at Boris and Mercy.
>They were quiet. He decides to focus his attention back onto the road, while also trying to chat up Sunny.
"So, Miss Sunny, how long does Krinza have you contracted for?"
Jamal Ratchet
!PsOrb9esFQ
U/Kel
?
No.205511
205552
Jamal chillin like a villian.jpg
>>204610
"Fuck you even doin sleeping here? And speak normal, gotdamn."
>Jamal shakes his head and follows the beckoning hand, only to cross his arms turn the grump up further for having to deal with the worst of cracker stereotypes.
>The Texan.
"Yeah sure, Zebraica. Your language prolly only dip, trucks, and cousin fuckin anyways."
>He calms down and leans on the table as Shawty takes over.
"Shiiiet, it's aiight; I ain't no stranger to the hustle. Now when you say 'you know what' you talkin bout dat loud right?"
>Regardless of her answer, his mind is made up and he leaves to make a stop at the armory before leaving for Zebraica.
>While there trades in his old glawk and all his ammunition having learned during his stay that they are actually garbage.
>He replaces it with a 1911 with a couple spare magazines, jamming the spares in his pockets.
>As he's in there he also grabs two flashbangs and two smoke grenades on his way out.
>Now stocked up on weapons, he swaggers over to the mess hall for the single most important commodity he could aquire: snacks.
>Stopping at the vending machine he tentatively takes out a couple $20s to be spent 75/25 on cajun trailmix and Mr. Pibb™.
>After receiving said trail mix and soda he looks at the random function and decides that he probably won't do anything else with his wads of cash.
>One of his two still full wads is jammed against the machine until it finds a way to accept it and then he uses the standard option.
[1d20 = 12]

"Come on, gimme something good baby!"
Sunny Feathers
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.205514
205550 205857
Details. What are those.jpeg
>>205214
>There was no telling for sure how big the vessel was, so she hoped it wasn't a mothership.
>Recalling what she'd learned about that, however, made her wonder why the constructs hadn't overrun Tallus long ago.
>They had numerical and technological superiority, if they wanted everything on this planet dead, all they'd have to do is bombard major population centers from the relative safety of orbit and that'd be the end of most forms of organised resistance.
>Unless what they wanted required the beings of this world alive and more or less organised.
>It would explain why their attacks were always just barely possible to defend against. Not so much as adapting than staying slightly ahead on purpose.
>Such a theory was even less comforting than assuming they were mere genocidal machines, so she'd keep that thought to herself lest anyone take her seriously.

>The faint stirring of a repressed memory had her worried, and she earnestly decided not to press her own mind on the matter.
>It had to have been forgotten for a reason.

>Smelling the scent of plasma and constructs, Sunny scrunched and sneezed into a wing.
>Now she was hungry and worried, and too polite to try one of the ration bars in her saddlepack while riding shotgun.
>The mare mentally cursed her stomach for not deciding to be hungry before the operation instead of in the middle of it.

>>205504
>Sunny opened her mouth to respond and closed it.
>She didn't actually know for sure, she'd skimmed her contract and largely forgotten the details.
>It was a slightly modified standard mercenary contract, she knew that much. What was the length of those, a year?
>Good enough.
"Only a year, standard contract. I'm... Ashamed to admit that I didn't pay any great attention to the specifics. I get a job and I do it, I receive orders and I carry them out. I trust Shanis' judgement on which contracts she gives me, she's never steered me wrong before. It's easier that way."
>She paused, expression frozen into a thousand yard stare and a slight scrunch, ears folded down.
"And... The paperwork is honestly a massive headache to keep track of. I don't envy anyone who has to deal with it, but they have my sympathy."
Different Knight, Smaller, More Unorthodox Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205528
205570
>>205406
>Finding the Hellpistol and Hotshot lasrifle in excellent condition, except for being of questionable quality, Chisan's helmet twitches as you speak, snapping right towards the raspberry pegasus, vocally annoyed, then back to you.
"The Inquisitor has stationed me to a.. 'peaceful' sub-faction of allied pegasi on the southern coast of this continent in local accommodations, ma'am. I will attempt to placate the Machine Spirits when possible."
>Nodding in a rigid manner, the Scion's visor tilts down, probably staring at the auspex in whatever passes for grief through intense hypnodoctrination.
"There is a zero percent chance of replacing Machine Spirits unless the Inquisitor is able to acquire one. Imperium wargear acquisition is tightly restricted.. local wargear is allowed so long as it passes the Inquisitor's tests but I do not trust any of it."
>Making a short, negative motion with his left hand, the Stormtrooper's helmet once swivels towards on the equine xenos, his tone highly accusing.
"That will not be possible ma'am. 'We' have been contracted for extended recovery operations."
"How was I supposed to know that was for a week straight?! Most of the time it's 'hay, come do some stuff for us and you take what you can carry!' They barely have enough hooves anyways, and you can eat all the seafood you want!"
"This interference detracts from my superior's plans.. and it annoys me."
"Oh come on! I said I was sorry! But she agreed, right? I really wasn't trying to make either of you mad!"
>Turning to face opposite of the mare, Chisan tosses back a harsh tone.
"I would prefer facing the possibility of dismemberment against Orks than suffer your carelessness again, xeno."
>Grimacing at the figurative punch, the pegasus frowns, sinking down into the water while flicking several feathers in a short motion.
"Not like I have a choice either."

>Ears twitching up as you speak and step back in, the hot sand underneath bare feet sinks down a bit until reaching a safe, comfortable 20M across from the equine, shoulder deep in her seated position.
>The spring's angle indicated there was a slightly deeper spot in the center, which you could see quite easily from the blood red light streaming down: four medium sized boulders that would take an Ogryn to move, jammed into a wedge and covered with piles of tiny round rock.
>That definitely wasn't natural.
>Spooling out a short ream of data from the auspex's previous scans, the drakes were inside the mountain, not within the hot spring itself, and were significantly higher in temperature than the Everfree variants you'd come across earlier.

>Head tilting upwards, Raindrop raises an eyebrow, then swiftly nods in something akin to understanding, poking her cheek with several feathers.
"I get it. Armorers, smiths, healers, alchemists, mages, Druids, psions, Shieldmares.. everypony has a role here too. I'm just a pretty basic marecenary that likes exploring clouds in the Wild Zones."
>Puffing her cheeks out in a sharp exhale, the mare's eyes narrow briefly.
"A Vindrak? Well, we're avoiding the pond until somepony or someone catches the thing. Can't be in here otherwise it would've tried to crush me. It's like an octopus, bigger than a human and way stronger than me. As for the drakes.."
>Tapping her snout with a feather, the pegasus shrugs with her other wing.
"Those aren't Everfree, they're some kind of magma or lava drake. They live deep inside the hill maintaining the lava that forces water up from the pond somewhere and heats this spring. Heard stories but never seen any."

>Finding a peculiarly flat faced boulder to sit down against, you notice roughly ten more were placed around the spring at regularly spaced intervals, save for two that were missing.

"Well isn't THIS awkward, definitely not re-upping this contract once it's done.."
>Glancing to the large boulder hiding Chisan, Raindrop Raspberry lifts her right wing, rubbing the same side of her head for a moment.
"So, Miss Castella! Who or what brings you out here? Most of Razorback usually sticks with batponies or the Lunars in general, and far as I know there aren't any humans with.. uh, well-"
>Pointing the outermost feather towards you, more than likely indicating the mechadendrite.
"One of those attached. Normally when somepony sees a thing like that it's trying to kill them."
Razorback Fortress: Pony Barracks Den
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205533
205577
>>205491
>Crisp, very cold, ultra clean water from melted ice that seemed like it had been untouched for centuries.
>In short: pretty damned good, though you had to wonder what the price would be.

>Turqoise's ears flick in wide circles as her eyes roll, the half-hearted sarcasm in her tone completing the nearly human gestures.
"Until she gets back to work. Pegasi burn themselves out constantly and fairly quickly, ancestral heritage and all that. Pegasi prefer burst combat: get in, deal your strikes, get out, or dodge incessantly to be a nuisance so another can close the distance. Earth ponies like me prefer to slug it out using superior strength, stamina, and concussions. There's still a few of us around that can ask the earth itself to do stuff."
>Turning to glance at each other, the three mares share a quiet laugh, Apricot Jamboree speaking up afterwards.
"No, I apologize for the misunderstanding. All Honor Guard are given a book containing the codes of their service, tenets of honor, and guidelines to live by. Marble Leaf and Kitang still have theirs, however Turqoise's copy was eaten by a certain pony that is well, shall we say, cripplingly insane. And, no, that would definitely kill a pony. As for diet, pegasi greatly enjoy seafood and fruits, though they will eat most any form of vegetable, tuber, berry, and eggs from non-sapient species. I do hear that the Japoneighse can consume seafood, but only a limited amount. Earth ponies, Turqoise for example, Crystal ponies, Saddle Arabians, and unicorns like myself prefer a near-fully vegetarian diet, although we do enjoy pastries, cookies, that sort, so the inclusion of eggs does not harm us. Then there are.. batponies."
>Sharing another glance, the three cringe, grimace, and frown in quick order.
"You will find them to be most different. It is best you experience their, well, strange habits as my explanation would seem quite speciesist."

>Making a rather lazy inspection of the weapons, Blackreef lifts her left wing to rub her ear and winces slightly.
"I remember the first time next to one of those things, something called a 'rye-full'. Sounded like a concussion wave spell, only the ringing didn't stop for hours.. and the smell, ugh!"
>Turquoise raises both forelegs to tap the hooves together, nodding politely.
"Normally it's updated every couple hours, but the couple nights and days most humans haven't had time to deliver their reports, findings, what have you. I dare say you've arrived at a difficult time, the recent missions have been rather difficult even for the more skilled human teams."
>Gently clearing her throat, Apricot's eyes squint momentarily, bringing a hoof up to rub her chin.
"There is one not-so-small problem you might be able to solve at the moment. I will be brief:"
"At the moment, Razorback is currently an allied protectorate of Princess Luna, the alicorn whom owns the Moon and is in command of perhaps the second largest military power of Equestria. Technically speaking she is co-ruler of all Equestria, however, Princess Luna and her sister, Princess Celestia whom commands the sun and the other half of Equestria, have had several fallings out in the past six thousand years, the last of which resulted in a two or three decade long war."
"The Lunar Faction is also a close ally to the Moors, which is inhabited by, roughly, half a million batponies. The Moorites, as they call themselves, are Razorback's own second closest ally. In the past half-year or so one of Razorback's military humans urged for restoration of the Moors itself. Many lost ruins of the Moors have been found once more and the process has claimed a number of lives, though the reclamation efforts would have happened eventually."
"Earlier tonight an operation failed catastrophically. It left three terribly injured humans, one missing, and an allied earth pony with virtually no chance of recovery. Their vehicle is also missing, yet the team recovered a number of stasis pods belonging to the Constructs, a quite hostile bio-technological species of heavily armed spheroid beings whom have recently appeared en masse. That is not the primary concern. One of the stasis pod occupants has been reported to be a long missing batpony mare whom has been, quote, 'heavily modified with Construct technologies'."
>Pausing to take a deep breath, the unicorn's nose twitches several times unreadably, then continues.
"Historically speaking, all reported victims whom suffer such unreasonable modifications enter a berserk state, attacking anything nearby, and once they calm from the state, will inevitably take their own lives. It is asking a great deal to aid in such a matter, yet the shock of a bipedal, non-hostile being whom speaks Common Equestrian, the language we are conversing with right now, may be enough to temporarily dissuade her from suicide."

>Turning an eye over to you, the pegasus makes a small choking motion, both wings on her throat for a moment, grinning afterwards.
"First Human Rule of Tallus: never let a unicorn say anything, they'll talk you to death, bore you to tears with facts, and then insult you for not perfectly remembering everything they just said."
"I have explained the base circumstances leading up to this moment, this human is diplomatic in nature, and he has essentially stated a willingness to help out! I am being reasonable! "
"Like I said: never let a unicorn talk because I'm sleepy already."
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.205534
205556
>>205483
>Pareidolia scans around the interior multiple times.

[Too many esoteric materials and functions. Ill advised to interact with unknown materials and items. And this tunnel system...]

>He moves near each of the doors and their maps, trying to get a sense of the tunnel layout and their extensiveness.

"Yes... everything in here is more unusual than anticipated. Other than photograph logs or video footage of the non-Earth items, further analysis is unnecessary. I was unaware there was a tunnel network like this beneath Razorback and have never seen any entrances or exits. It seems to have been created without any human operator's awareness with the intent to keep it hidden."

>Taking a closer look at the proposed pattern of activity presented by the A.I., he offers an appreciative nod as he reads.

"Thank you."
A Cryptic Lunar Crypt
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205550
205857 205899
>>205504
>Finding the Dagor's cruise control located on the steering wheel, it remains in an inactive state, possibly begging you.. or taunting, if not both at the same time.
>Unfortunately the speakers begin emitting small crackles of static, the speedometer away from the Basin ticking upwards.

>Hearing a snort of challenge from Mercy in the Dagor's bed, the little Golem's voice can be heard, sounding ALMOST triumphant.
>Or maybe even amused.
"My three to your one. Should I win the honor of rearranging the Library will be mine. Will you concede, or continue?"
>A short, raspy noise is the only reply given.
>You could even sense Boris shrugging, and why wouldn't he with that kind of lead?
>Then again, Denra might have been teaching the Golem how to play cards, or worse: play with logical fairness.
[1d6 = 3]
<Boris
[1d6 = 4]
<Mercy

>>205514
>Clearing your nostrils of most of the unwelcome scents, it occurred that you hadn't eaten in quite a while, nor had the last bottle of alcohol helped with the grumblies.

>Making a dull thump in the back seat, Boris finds himself a belt to hang onto, just in case, the Belligerent's flat tone speaking above the wind and engine.
"I have potentially helpful information regarding the contracts issued from Tartarus Isle. To be specific, they are written by Shanis and modified as per needs require for the individual pony in question. All contractees must abide by both the laws, rules, honors, and conduct codes of the individual, team, group, town, city, or faction the contractee provides services for. In addition, the Standard Rules and Codes of Marecenary Conduct must likewise be followed or else the contractee will not be trusted. Razorback Company is under Lunar jurisdiction thus you will have to follow all Lunar laws, rules, honors, and conduct codes, however, Razorback Company does not have its own. Logically this will require you to make difficult judgement calls but in general there are five such requirements."
"One: no innocents, bystanders, or unaffiliated are ever to be caused harm of any kind. Two: you may not use banned enchantments, weapons, armors, alchemicals, or request the aid of those in possession of said banned items. A short list that I am aware of: acids, long lasting or damaging poisons, bacteria, virii, parasites, Bane enchantments, the unknown Anti effect, vampiric artifacts, or Undead artifacts among others. Three: you may not seek aid from a faction that the Lunar faction has declared an enemy, even under the When Needs Must clause of the Lunar Military Treaty. Four: any crime committed during your service to Razorback must immediately be reported to both Shanis, the highest ranking Razorback Company mercenary or marecenary, and the highest ranking Lunar military member. Five: you may not willingly, purposefully, nor tangentially cause harm to a member of Razorback Company, Tartarus Isle, nor the Lunar faction or any of their allies."
>Hearing another thump from behind, Mercy was probably digging around in the back to see what was available, Boris continuing on, the pegasus afterwards coughing aloud.
"I have learned this much during the many hours Sehr Denra has improved my capabilities, half from questioning him, half from reading his books."
"Books do not solve problems.. Boris, only cause more."
"Counterpoint: when a book's information provides the answer to a conflict, is not the book solving more problems than it caused?"
"You do not know Cloudsdale 'laws' well.. or Las Pegasus either."
Razorback Mess Hall: The Cursed Vending Machine
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205552
206725
>>205511
>Getting a middle finger, and a middle feather, the two lie back down, too tired to even argue.

>Receiving another middle finger, the Texan smiles infuriatingly before sliding his hat down lower.
"Only words Ah know are 'nuclear missile inbound', 'prepare ta be boarded', 'damage control', an' 'lower decks flooded' ya pasty lil' hood rat."

>Giving you an angry glance, Emerald's face contorts in the most exasperated motion possible.
"Mareijuana is basically free on Tallus and I hate it. You're welcome to use it however you like, just don't expect the rest of us, there's much bigger problems going on right now."

>Standing before the only true technomagical marvel that mattered to you, the Vending Machine's screen manages to leer at you, questioning any choice you could ask it to provide.
>Accepting the bills, a glorious rattling sound of functionality fills your ears as eighteen bags of shoddily labeled, but excellent looking 1 pound, clear rubber bags of Cajun Trail Mix are dispensed, along with a tiny one marked as 3/4 ounces.
>Sliding onto the tray afterwards, three cases of 16 ounce steel cans are dispensed, in eight-packs no less; they were indeed precisely what you wanted.

>Without warning the largest bill slot opens, biting the wad and swallowing it down into the depths of machinery, a sound of derisive, echoing laughter following.
>A small, white canvas bag is ejected onto the medium sized tray this time, the label stating: '50 Tallus Trade Rings'.

>From somewhere in the back, a half-drunken mare calls out before thumping her face into a table.
"Iiit's cuuuuursssseddd, dooonnn't uuuuuuseee iiiitttt..."
Spiral's Lab: The Trove
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205556
205598
>>205534
>Piecing together the small maps with the A.I. helpfully displaying each one in sequence, then comparing it to Razorback's layout, there was a single tunnel leading to each building with three exceptions: Jeff's batcave, an unmarked and probably planned one south of the Pagoda, and one that was left blank on the south wall.

>Returning back to one of the earlier theories, 'Spiral' nods in agreement at the analytical difficulties, then makes a curious noise as it couldn't estimate how long the construction would have taken or what the intended purpose, or subverted purposes, would be.
>Sitting back and folding forelegs across the barrel's render, the Marquis A.I. frowns, peering back through earlier data.
>Returning to the question of the real Spiral's motivations, it asks whether or not he was paranoid, and even if so why did the entire setup seem like a giant controlled test occurring in preparation for improvements?
>The second, it quickly points out, had a decent chance to fit with the elemental's over-protectiveness of humans, which was distinctively pathological, and even possessive, on many levels.
>Cataloging the viewed weaponry and materials for future potential analysis patterns, the A.I. whistles, visibly impressed at the sheer workload achieved.. and promptly facehoofs itself, considerably humiliated that even it wouldn't be able to do so, especially due to the problems of 'magic'.

>Bringing up Spiral's predicted behavior patterns, numerous links between his activities and overwhelming interests on the three Dynasty eras were made, most of them quite solid and reinforced based on information contained within the fourteen unheard methods.
>To the A.I., Marquis du Spiral's achievements were merely stepping stones to furthering skill advancement and overall knowledge, which it displayed several that you knew, and given that the Dynasty eras contained inordinate amounts of knowledge that were now lost, what better way to continue that progression by recovering said knowledge?
>Three were partially solid representations of the typical psychological need to undo or correct otherwise permanent damage at severe cost, while the last one was mere speculation of a possible megalomaniacal state, which the A.I. immediately apologizes for given its' predecessor's accomplishments, and overall helpful demeanor to humans.
Mallia Castella
SmOzS
?
No.205570
205660
>>205528
>Mallia stared at the stormtrooper blankly when he faced her with the prospect of him going around with a dead Auspex during an extended operation.
>Though she didn't send a reply his way, just a quiet, pensive stare; as she just listened to the two's chatter and harvests what is useful from it.

>This prompts Mallia to send a ping towards her Auspex.
>For some illogical reason, the interaction with her loyal Machine Spirit, even if just calling upon it, makes her smile and warms her heart.
>She tells it to update the current folder for the "Everfree Drakes" and imput a sub-type called "Lava Drakes", along with the relevant details such as temperature readings, and the habit of them living near, and supposedly maintaining, the lava.

>She also sends a command: To deep scan the medium sized creature beneath the surface as well as the Auspex can, and send her everything it can find on it besides a rough size estimate.

[1d6+2 = 5]
CQ. Auspex scan

>After the interaction using her MIU finishes, the Enginseer's eyes come into focus again.
>For about 3 seconds she simply darted her eyes, staring at herself, deep in thought; observing the lack of implants, and the newly found purity in her humanity.

>She pursed her lip, deeply, into her cheek...

(I hope I can find the facilities to produce and recover my implants...)

>Then, Mallia hears her name being called as she is addressed by the xeno.
>The woman's glance darts up, and her smile appears again -- perfectly cheerful, as she intently listened to the mare, albeit narrowing her eyes slightly when she mentioned her mechanical extension so negatively.

"I... Um..."
>She visibly lets her voice trail off. Almost instantly her smile melts away, as she goes back to thinking back to the moments prior to appearing.
"... I am not sure."
"Less than an hour ago I was in a completely different environment, fighting, underground, with my squad... My ... Squad."
>Her sluggish, biological mind stutters as she feels herself hugging tightly against her knees, bringing them up to her chest; her breath hiccuping slightly.

"I... Think I died. Along with everyone else. And then... A thing, much like yourself, but with a horn, taller, and with an multi-colored, flowing mane, ushered me here. For reasons unknown."
"I landed on a mound of leaves. You passed by it, by the Sequoya with the mating drakes. I was right there. But I was invisible to you."

>She audibly gulped, breathing out shakily, looking down at the water as her mechadendrite is gently commanded to hug against her side. So one of her hands can rise up from the water, and gently lay up onto it's dry surface, to give it a slow, calming caress.
>It's manipulator claw and upper section lightly coils around her leg, like a snake. As if to replace the other arm's previous position.

>Before Raindrop Raspberry can ask or answer however, Mallia's eyes darted back to her, squinting with a distinct interest in her general direction,

"Uhh... The fact that you haven't seen any is..-- Ehh-- good and bad!"
>The Enginseer giggled nervously, shrugging her shoulders weakly as she starts to smile again.
"Where I come from, those of higher status carry up to 28 of them. Aaaand they are not people persons either. If you haven't seen any, then it probably means I am the only one of my 'faction' currently operational!"
>The bridge of her nose tangibly wrinkles up as she grimaces a little bit to that notion... Before smirking again, a tad more confidently.
"Don't worry, I control it. And I'm willing to be stigmatized to keep my mechadendrite -- it is VERY, VERY important to me."
>She gave herself a nod.

"--But, tell me about these "Constructs", Miss Raindrop. I've never heard of them before now; at least not with such that name."


Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.205577
205669
>>205533
>Cheto nods in approval.
“This is some great water. Thank you, Miss Apricot. You spoil me.”

>He absorbs the knowledge about pegasi burnout and earth pony durability.
“So Miss Cloud is the one that goes swiftly while you are the one who does constant work. Interesting dynamic you both have.”
>An eyebrow is raised when Turquoise mentions how her race controls the literal earth itself.
“Is that something you can do, Miss Shatter-Pike?”

>He laughs with them as they respond to his hypothesis about pony diets.
>A mental note about how fruits and fish are good for pegasi while earth ponies and unicorns prefer only eating plant matter, while also thanking mentally that he could eat meat and eggs here without much fuss even if it’s white meat and not red, like some juicy beef or loins.
“Ah, so there are more than just your wings, horn or lack of either of those. I am looking forward to meeting them later, see what they act and look like.”

>Gallo nods understandingly at Blackreef, and then turns to the other two as they explain the situation of Razorback at the current time and the job being offered.
>He makes sure to keep in mind the alliance between the Razorback Company with these Moorites or batponies and how they are currently exploring Moor ruins.

“Essentially, you want me as a distraction in order to do something. What is it, exactly? I would like to know how long the process of pacification will take, as well as any sort of profile of this lost batpony. The more I can surprise her, the more time you will have, I presume.”

>He chuckles at Blackreef’s comment.
“Oh, it’s fine, Miss Cloud. I am quite interested in what she has to say. Every bit of information regarding the mission counts.”
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.205598
205677
>>205556
>Looking over the complete map, Pareidolia furrows his brow.

[A contingency system in the event of a breach? Why was this kept from humans?]

>He then looks over the posited theory.

"Paranoia may have been a factor. It is difficult to say how much psychological deterioration occurred existing in multiple separated states. I agree that this would fit with his view of humans and-"

>He frowns, eyeing the A.I. with disbelief.

"Did that Class 3 override some of your formatted memory banks? Your purpose is to serve the Committee. Comparisons to other, non-human species are irrelevant. Our mission is to allow them to live without interference from humans, not compare our species' abilities and performance to theirs."

>He turns around and leaves the hidden room, making a Committee hand signal for "close up, no trace" in front of his helmet.

"Or maybe that Class 3 has made you forget your origins. If that is the case, I will address them after transferring the data collected to my holo-top."

>Opening up the boxed Empire microscope, he sets is up next to its more basic brother on the workbench before dragging all three Construct hulls up against the station.
>He reviews the connected activities and ruins information all the while.

"If he went ruin diving, then he has been away unusually long to accomplish it. Only probable location he could be, but a complication would have to occur for him to be gone this long. Found no evidence of a message or sign..."
Different Knight, Smaller Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205660
205782
>>205570
>Consolidating the specified data for update-archival status, the auspex pings once, easily isolating the abnormal creature.
>Estimating a total length of 4M, or 9 feet according to some ancient yet still utilized AdMech measurements, the auspex registered it as a xenofauna octopode similar to those encountered on certain Death Worlds, though likely warm blooded due to the unusual habitat choice.
>Giving an additional estimate of potential strength, it was 1.6 times that of the ally-tagged 'Raindrop Raspberry', with a high potential as an omnivorous scavenging organism.
>Making one last scan, it appeared that the 'Vindrak' had recently consumed something and was resting under the water in a partially secluded cave opposite the underground river.

>Offering an empathetic expression, the xenos mare physically stiffens, both wings raising in a defensive manner as her ears flatten, calling out suddenly.
"You.. Chisan, I think you need to hear this!"
"I am, you belligerent xeno! What do you think 'watch duty' entails? And no puns! Enginseer Mallia, I will be sending you the Inquisitor's commcodes when you are ready to leave."
>Slapping her face quickly with a muted growl, Raindrop tosses it back onto the water, giving you a confused, albeit potentially hopeful broad smile.
"Not to detract from your mood Miss Mallia, but I've lost ponies under my command before too. You got really lucky. As in, one on each world in the outer omniverses lucky. Legally I can't even talk about this because my contract is pretty strict, but I'll just tell you this: you impressed an alicorn enough to save, and that's not easy to do."
>Nose scrunching for a few moments, the mare glances towards the mechadendrite, squinting at it in curious examination.
[1d6+4 = 9]
<E.Scouting
[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6+4 = 6]

"Huh.. well, my mask was full of grass, dirt, and leaves so I couldn't smell anything else. I figured that flying beaver was resting in the pile."
>Tossing a wing in dismissal, the mare simply listens to you with curious intent, ears swiveling directly to you, speaking in soft caution.
"A few words of warning: never, ever paint that thing or other things in orange, or use orange metals or materials. Anything orange is Construct made, and that makes everything on Tallus really super angry and scared. You'll just get a few funny looks as it is unless you have a bunch. Well, unless you can pretend to be a Druid or something. Other than that.."
>Trailing off for a few moments, the mare presents an embarrassed face, both wings lifting in a sheepish, very human-like mannerism.
"What I know are mostly rumors Miss Castella, and none of them are good. That one percent is basically: 'Constructs can't be defeated without huge losses', as in, ten to one losses for the best ponies, minotaurs, Gryphons, and harpies around. Chisan's boss knows way more than he even wants to talk about, and I really don't like reaching for facts."

>The Stormtrooper abruptly calls over his shoulder, most certainly not peeking due to the vile xeno's presence.
"The Inquisitor has a dossier on most hostiles and enemy combatants, Enginseer. Your arrival was virtually the exact same as mine: tall, bright white equine mare, horn, wings, rainbow mane, magenta eyes. It looked.. I do not know how to explain the sensation other than it may have hated what it was doing. I was about to be DeffRokk'd."
Razorback Fortress: Pony Barracks Den
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205669
205684
>>205577
>Smiling sincerely, the apricot coated unicorn lifts her left foreleg, hoofing at the air in a surprisingly human dismissive motion.
"Not at all, I love to share what I can so please enjoy it. It is unfortunate that many humans whom I have spoken with have stated that their food, water, and air are heavily tainted. It pleases me greatly to know that Equestria has little in common with such 'industrial' pursuits."

>Tossing a friendly smile to Blackreef, the earth pony shakes her head at you, reaching over to tap the pegasi's forehoof with one of her own.
"Despite our ponial differences, complimentary skills have kept ponies happy for a long time. And, no, unfortunately I'm not. My lineage is one of breaking enemy lines, or holding our own. Some humans have called it a 'genetic predisposition'-"
>You notice the two words easily rolled off her tongue, most likely due to great amounts of human contact.
"We simply call it ingrained knowledge. It sounds like the same thing though."

>Making an odd, circling motion with her wing, Blackreef folds it onto her side afterwards.
"Way more. If you have a 'ray-dee-oh' thing there's a bunch of humans on it that can tell you more.. I think, there's a lot of them off on missions right now. Or you can go see the Crystal pony trader, she basically lives in a big Pagoda south of here. She's pretty good at explaining stuff."

>Giving an apologetic smile, Apricot Jamboree's eyes close, making a short, formal nod.
"To delay the inevitable in the vain hope of saving a tortured ka, Sehr Gallo. I am not of the Lunar faction thus I lack much knowledge on the specifics of batpony behavior, maretality, and expectations. The Crystal pony whom would wishes to open the pods is a Lunar, albeit a bit cold compared to most of her species, and has dealt with batponies extensively. That or I could find Torven, a master mapmaker, and ask him to aid you."

>Grinning unabashedly, the pegasus lifts her shoulders nonchalantly.
"I've gotta get my own ribbings out, you know? Apri here is one of the best at condensing info, but most unicorns will spend the entire night teaching you something, even if they absolutely hate the subject."
"Did you intend that cloud pun?"
"Yep!"
"Of course you did.."
Spiral's Lab: True Demi-Sentience
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205677
205727
>>205598
>Continuing to cross reference, the Marquis A.I. freezes, the screen displays stuck as if suffering a screen of death.
>Immediately, a short clip of Anon in a dim white room, on a large white sofa, in front of a large, professional computer begins playing, the mask glancing upwards.
"If you're seeing this then that means one of the errors, glitches, or coding problems that I did my best to fix just happened. Play relevant follow up."
>The scene changes to behind the green skinned humanoid, pointing at the roughly 40" screen, a set of Id, Ego, and Superego variables on display.
"Huge problem here. This A.I. of yours looks like it was programmed to censure and report any cooperation with non-humans outside of absolute survival heuristics, which we both know isn't going to work here. This is a second generation system so, at a guess, most of the tiny problems couldn't have been fully resolved for field use after trials. If you try to demand it to do something outside of exacting protocols then it causes a conflict and locks up. I'm giving it some leeway in that regard outside of the hard coding, but I can't rewrite much more than allowing it some vague ternary interpretations based on aligned behavior protocols to help you out. And you're going to be suspicious about these workarounds, like I said, bugs, coding errors, glitches, and instabilities galore. You can heuristically correct it over time, just don't be surprised if it makes extrapolations based on specific pony thought processes. And-"
>Turning to face the camera, Anon's mask scowls for him, lifting a finger in clear warning.
"Whichever one you pick, DON'T use the Mist Dancer or Spiral selections. First is subversive and nasty, the second might be a little too accurate to Spiral himself."

>Returning to normal function as the recording ends, the A.I. stares around for a few moments, immediately panicking while assessing the behavior.
>Blurting out a string of variable responses, the model makes a strict accusation of Class 3 interference, although scanning through Committee programming, it confirms full compliance to your orders and Committee protocols.
>A series of anti-Class 3 measures are proposed based on relevant capabilities, excluding many of the more environmentally devastating options.

>Stiffly angered at the interruption, the A.I. returns to, mostly, business-as-usual, frowning in behavioral analysis while sending a short data packet into the lab.. which does not close the trove's door.
>Huffing and trying several other commands, which likewise fail, it points out the unorthodox connection to Kraut, 'Spiral' displays a limited number of theories based on mind-to-mind contact; either a full technological analysis of Kraut himself or listening to the later messages could provide a clearer objective.
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.205684
205696
>>205669
>Taking Apricot’s invitation, he makes one last swig of said glass jar full of the cleanest water ever drunk by a human in a long time, setting it on the table for the last time.
>He makes sure to jot down mentally the three ponies’ professions and miscellaneous details handed over by Turquoise and Blackreef.
“So you ponies have a set subskill aside from your species’ skill. Fascinating. I think I have a radio of sorts in my pockets but for now I’ll focus on the mission presented.”
>He turns his head over to Apricot.
“I think I’ll need all the help I can get for this one. I would like to meet this Crystal Pony first, then I could talk to Torven about any other particular details about batpony pacification and about the batpony herself. Name, age, likes, dislikes, if possible. If what you are saying is true, then I will need to pull all the stops in order not to trigger her berserk mode.”
>He picks up both guns and conceals them under his red jacket.
“Whenever you’re ready, Miss Apricot. Of course, I am not interrupting snack time unless something extremely time sensitive comes up.”

Razorback Fortress: Pony Barracks Den
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205696
205700
>>205684
"Pretty much, just like-"
>Taking a deep inhale, Shatter-Pike's entire body takes on the appearance of living steel, every visible muscle tightening under her coat for a moment, then releases it with a short giggle.
"This! One of my ancestors fought during the Endless March of Stone and she learned how to do that. It feels funny though. Everypony is descended from somepony that was special in some way, and most inherit that."

>Tipping her head politely, the unicorn's eyes close, her horn emitting a brief glow the same color as her coat, nodding after a handful of seconds and smiling sincerely.
"I have requested Naliyna's assistance and she has accepted, she awaits in the Pagoda. Torven will be en route to the Clinic where the pods are located, once he has gathered his supplies. One moment please."
>Placing her right forehoof on a tiny silver vortex, Apricot pulls free a small folded paper as the vortex dissipates, which is floated down onto the table.
"That is a map of Razorback Fortress, recently updated. I must suggest not visiting the Armory for long periods of time however, there is a certain.. xenophobic human whom lingers there from time to time."
>Eyebrows raising, Jamboree shakes her head politely.
"I am afraid that we cannot assist much, the past two nights have been spent running hither and thither, tracking down missing Razorback members, information, intelligence contacts, and confirming events. This is the first break we have had since then."
>Making a short chopping motion with her hoof, Turquoise grunts in annoyance.
"Same. Day, Royal, and Honor Guards took out an entire stronghold last night, been ordered to stand down or face severe disciplinary punishment.. I can't even lie down or my spine starts screaming at me. Sitting up isn't much better either."
>Tossing an unsympathetic glare to the other ponies, Blackreef lifts her left wing, waving it dismissively.
"Naliyna's a solid pony and that Starborn mare is pretty serious. Then again, Torven's venom could probably help a lot. If you really don't feel confident about it, tell him to find Peach Drop, she'd probably like to help out. After all, that's one of her long lost sisters."
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.205700
205719
>>205696
>Cheto’s eyebrows rise up when Turquoise becomes actual steel in front of him for said moment.
“Woah.”
(I wonder if her skin actually feels like steel too.)

>He takes the map Apricot passes to him
“It’s alright as long as I know where to go. Thank you for your assistance Miss Apricot.”
>He stands up and bows lightly and politely, a smile on his face.
“You three have been really helpful. I thank you for giving me the time of day.”
>He looks towards the window, remembering the whole blood moon thing and his smile turns sheepish.
“Or night, I suppose.”
>A small chuckle.
>After a small pause of thinking, he tries to infer where the batpony is.
“One last thing, the stasis pod where the bat pony is at the clinic, right?”
>He takes a look at the map, making sure to mark where he is at the moment and where the Pagoda is.
(Alright, I should check out if the Crystal Pony, who seems to be called Nalinya, first. She may have some basic info on the target. I may take the advice Blackreef had supplied but somehow, it feels like there’s no need, from what she is implying, or it may not matter.)

>After knowing his current location and route to his destination, being the Pagoda, he makes sure everything is in order, not leaving anything behind, waves at the kind, polite mares goodbye and walks over to the Pagoda.
(From what I've been told, there is no time limit for this mission, unless the Crystal Pony is impatient. Better make sure now, aside from asking if she knows her or any tips on bat ponies.)
Something Unseen -A Small Nuisance
The GM L.O.N.T
5heDD
?
No.205706
205793 205848
>>205338
>One of Goldens' ears perked up and swiveled to face Spruce.
"Sorta yes, I am not studied in them myself but they are essentially magical biological mechanical creatures that all conform to the same will of wanting to invade Tallus."

>Little arms falling to its sides, the Chitqu shook its head at the Operators question.

>>205497
>Craning his neck to the side the old Unicorn looked back up to Adon with a resolute expression.
"If he were able to achieve that this entire mountain range would be a quarantined warzone of Tartarus proportions. Though that might give the Order a give whack in the sack."
>He smirked at this, despite the terrible scenario he had painted.

>Turning his attention to the mountain before them all he gave it a eye straining stare for a long moment.
"Adon...It is coloured blue due to the thick atmosphere between us and it along with the sun casting shadows. Probably a high concentration of snow retaining water too."
>Placing his chin down onto the dirt in front of the Chitqu.
"Besides I believe Constructs have an orange colouration. That is not to say he ISN'T still trying to make that damn portal somewhere out here."

>The Chitqu shook its fluffy head at both of the Witchers questions.
"Ugh, then what are you trying to convey here?"
>Said Golden Horn, scratching his head in confusion.

>Once again it drew a circle in the air and pointed at it then its eyes, emphasis on its eyes this time.
>Off in the distance a hum could be perceived, its low thrum vibrating the air.

[1d6+2 = 5]
>Perception


Razorback Fortress: The Pagoda, Home of Luxury & Laziness
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205719
205722
>>205700
"That is correct, yes, and you are most welcome."
>The mares each perform an appreciable nod, the unicorn polite, the pegasus quick and merry, the earth pony stoically welcoming.
"Take care!"
"Have an excellent night Mister Gallo."
"Holler at Marble Leaf if trouble happens, she'll be around somewhere."

>Exiting the western door, amusingly only 8 feet tall, you delegate to the map, finding yourself facing the west-most of three human barracks, the lighting red without any movement inside.
>Turning and walking southwest towards the sound of water, a rather large, bright yellow two-level fountain was currently being used as a sleeping spot by a trio of humans, and possibly two ponies, tucked inside cold weather sleeping bags.
>At a distance the Pagoda was a large, oriental structure with eight massive glowing gems studded on the same number of beams holding a steep black roof aloft.
>Inside, however, was another story:

>The interior was taken up by six large couches and sofas spread around the inner wall, of various rich colors and heights.
>The east central couch was current occupied by a, and here you had to guess, pre-middle age bright red pegasus in excellent physical shape with a flashy steel toned mane, currently nose to nose with a veritably old, faded pink unicorn mare, the mane paler in contrast.
>The second was covered in a thick, luxurious looking red blanket, and as an afterthought, a small sand toned carpet atop it, both dead asleep.
>On the west side of the south open entrance was a bright purple tent-stall, the flaps closed, one low, bright red sofa behind it, a pony height ironwood table in front of that, and a peculiar, mostly see-through fuchsia pony, slightly smaller than Turqoies was, seated on the sofa doing paperwork.
>Looking up from several stacks of papers and letters, the mare was absolutely covered in scars, burn marks, and odd speckles of damage, half of the left ear visibly bitten off at some point in the past.
>Lifting and waving a hoof in merry greeting, the mare was certainly older than either of the three you'd greeted, though you couldn't tell how much so, speaking in a bright, cheerful voice.
"Mister Gallo, or Cheto, right? Hope I'm saying those right, I don't speak Maredrid or Mareixico. Apricot said you wanted to know something before-"
>Pausing to place both forehooves on the table, the profusely fuchsia mare's face hardens with the type of intensity seen by mercenaries about to steal a fully armed, brand new tank.
>Or worse.
"Opening a Construct pod. Ask away and I'll do my best to help, especially if that means getting to stomp one of those things into powder."
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.205722
205730
>>205719
>Cheto wonders as he walks to his destination why would these humans and ponies be sleeping in said fountain when beds seemed to be an option.
(Nevertheless, it shows promise that these creatures are overall friendly, which is good.)

>Cheto takes his time admiring the inside and outside of the Pagoda.
(An interesting choice in architecture. It seems familiar but I cannot find any example)
>After taking a note that he should be relatively quiet, as not wake up the sleeping ponies on the eastern couch section, he walks over the hoof-waving mare.
“Indeed I am. I presume you are Nalinya. Don’t worry, you have the right pronunciation.”
(Somewhat.)
>He takes a note that she probably has a vendetta against these Constructs. Probably lost a friend or an entire squad to them. Maybe one of her ponies suffered the modification process like the batpony in question.
>Speaking of,
“Alright. I heard that there is a heavily modified batpony inside one of the pods. Apricot wishes an interaction between said batpony and me. I was thinking that I may need to know any important characteristics of batponies and the trapped one herself.”
>He raises his hand and starts listing off items.
“First, her name. Then her age, followed by likes and dislikes and maybe even other miscellaneous features that may increase the odds of a calm interaction.”
>He then lowers his hand and gives Nalinya, the supposed mare that wants to open the pods, a smile.
“I may be asking for a lot, but I need any information I can get.”
(Brace for slightly pessimistic opinions.)

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.205727
205733
>>205677
>Pareidolia stares at his visor display in alarm, which quickly subsides into annoyance.

[Then why did you include selection information in a nested warning that would only appear if you chose them?]

>He sighs, closing his eyes as the A.I. comes back online.

[Once a probable location for Spiral has been determined, I will need to reset this A.I.. Wonderful. Will need to make due until then.]

"You are correct. The Class 3 has made alterations to your firmware that will need to be addressed eventually. Retaliatory measures are unnecessary for now. Would not be a viable option when it is responsible for supplying our equipment and munitions."

>He glances back at the hidden room door while searching for a small pipet to siphon the orange Construct fluid within one of the hulls and a glass slide to place onto the Empire microscope.

"Possibly. Kraut is... indisposed so that option will be delayed. I will listen to later messages now, but before you tell it to play the next unheard message try the phrase 'ten bodies, one mind'. The messages should be reviewed regardless of the result."
The Pagoda: Naliyna
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205730
205736
>>205722
>Clopping her forehooves together quietly, and rubbing them against each other in the chilly air, Naliyna's right ear flicks once as she smiles.
"That's me! Kingdom Crystal pony, crafter, sometime explorer, singer, and former Siege-Marauder at your service. Very former, and also taken."
>Head turning towards the tent stall and humming in a low tone, an overly large black bubble helmet slips through the flaps and sets down on the table.
"Not a problem, I can hoofle it. Most ponies here are desperately trying to get some down time, been really bad lately. Important details.. really big holes there. She's been missing so long the only thing Torven could find is she came from a village that hasn't been used for about four hundred years, Swampshore Woods or something like that. Appealing to family is probably way out. Don't know her name, probably fifteen, maybe twenty at the most. She's a fruit-eater, loves either mangoes or peaches."
>Eyeing the helmet, then rolls it over to survey the opening with a frown, poking the other hoof inside to feel about.
"Batponies are usually lazier than cats. They might sleep twenty-nine hours and spend the remaining one searching for ripe fruit, or collect as much fruit as they can share with other batponies and only sleep a couple hours. Only things they like more than sleep or fruit are their friends and chatting. They're all monogamous, which is really weird to all other ponies, and they speak in something called 'En-Kee', which is a bunch of kee sounds that make up words, but they're also taught Common Equestrian."
>Apparently finding nothing interesting, the scar-laden mare sits back, eyebrows furrowing while staring at the helmet thoughtfully.
"Batponies kinda worship Princess Luna but they don't talk about why, it's a big secret that they actually take seriously unlike almost everything else. They have some legend about a giant mango that lives in the sky that they REALLY don't talk about."
>Pausing to glance up, the mare shakes her head slowly, lifting a hoof in what looked like apology.
"I hate to say it but ponifally I don't think this is a good idea at all. There's three other pods that she could open, but the Lunars really, really hate Constructs and they've tried for a couple thousand years to find some 'modified' pony that they could learn from. It hasn't worked even once but they believe anything they can learn will help them. Most of us, including one of the Starborn's better unicorns, have big doubts."
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.205732
205737
>>205232
"Ohhh."
>So the knight gone to some wack place with some of those deer
>Well, weird deer
>Zhun only seen a couple and they acted aloof mostly
>Ivan, however, doesn't ring a bell
>That general does though
>Countless sleepless nights have gone to that thing
"Well, if he's fine...then...uh."
>He looks through it more, mainly now for that thing about getting more medical supplies for the place
>"How do I call that man? Do I have his radio band or...?"
Spiral's Lab: True Demi-Sentience
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205733
205755
>>205727
>Making the necessary compartmentalization procedures and backups, the Spiral A.I. scowls, replaying back the fragmented and heavily classified field trial that ended in its destruction.
>Identifying the damage which led to it being brought here nearly rendered it useless, it makes a request of self-termination due to aberrant reprogramming, but only if classified information was leaked.

>Coming across a host of pipets and syringes laid out on the alchemy tables, collecting one, then several slides of obvious Empire make, the A.I. repeats the command aloud.
>Making an annoyed motion at both of the doors closing, the A.I. begins to calculate alternate, non-violent retaliatory measures.
>Replaying something off screen, it peers back into your logs and records, then grins deviously as it considers a potential attack vector: since the Class 3 made the corrections and appeared to be a non-hostile human gestalt entity, why not request access to his equipment for corrections?
>Belaying a further suggestion, the render rubs its chin, noting that the gestalt may not even be capable of allowing it anymore.. and then sinks into slow, creeping shock upon realizing 'Anon' had been given full access to the second generation NOAH system, denoting a complete breach of security protocols.
Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.205735
205743
>>205236
>Clemency looks over the scope again
>"Pretty high tech. And big."
>Resorting to carrying it, he heads on over to the clearing

>As he spots the buildings, he does think about the climbing them
>What he don't recall is whether it is good or not to stand on top of those things
>Not the height, the bats
>"Errgh fuck it. I need to see that thing up close."
>As such, Clem began his ascent upwards on the building
>Once he reaches the top, he looks through his scope and at the approaching vessel with the silver trail
[1d6+12 = 15]
<Bushnell Elite Spotting Scope
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.205736
205751
>>205730
>Cheto somehow feels cheerful at Nalinya’s warm nature.
>Nevermind how cool that transparent body she has.
>His eyebrows raised and a finger on his chin, he asks something likely dumb.
“If I decide to poke you with my finger, would my finger sink into your flesh? Maybe pass through like a ghost?”

(No name. Desolate place. Fruit-lovers. Especially mangoes and peaches.)
>Although he was honestly a nectarine fan himself, he does have fruit juice with peach in it with his backpack.
“Do you think juice with some peach in it would be good for any bat pony?”
>The fact that bat ponies are chatty should prove to be useful since that’s his aim here. Monogamy probably means that she may either be super open to any available male or the opposite, but something caught his attention.
“Wait, ponies are polygamous?”
(En-Kee, huh? Strange name.)
>Commentary about possible religions, while fascinating how they worship fruit and a princess at the same time on the same level, does not provide with any discussion topics for Cheto, unless he wants to discard Nalinya’s advice and try to pry the bat for answers.

>Cheto nods in understanding at how her experiences show that repeated attempts at pacification end poorly.
“I see there is a high failure rate, according to what you say. I do have to try though. I did give my word to give it a shot. I hope you don’t mind.”

The Bulletin Board
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205737
206139
>>205732
>Buried among the various pages of information, want ads, and human-only requests was a single page of high gloss paper covered in frequencies and names for every human in Razorback, as well as a few ponies.
>Another sheet below it contained other frequencies but was crossed out in red marker, two large words in black reading: 'CONDITION GRAY'.
>Which you barely recall was some sort of emergency contingency plan involving the immediate shut down and relocation of all electronics in case of enemy contact.
>Picking up the head DJ's freq, the Texan yawns into his microphone, and can be heard rubbing his eyes.
"'Sup Zhun, what'cha need?"
Basin Village: Scouting
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205743
206140
>>205735
>Climbing the ladder onto the roof, and stepping on a hard, unripe mango covered by a pile of moss that was cleverly disguised, it was surprisingly clear.
>Almost too clear.
>Waiting a moment for a potential flood of batponies, it didn't happen, though you do hear multiple squadrons and wings of Destroyers below finally being ordered out, yet you couldn't quite tell to where over the loud cackling.
>Finding a spot without hidden mangoes proves to be an easy task, setting the scope up in the center of the roof; it was even tall enough that you didn't have to sit down!

>Easily finding the silver vessel, it was just as you'd confirmed earlier and much closer than the aperture lens had been able to pick up on.
>Shaped virtually the same as the ancient, light combat vessel in the Enclave, the skin was fully colored in bright metallic armor which gave off an odd, radiating glow, probably silverine.
>Now, however, it sported dozens of burnt patches, though none had managed to penetrate the armor.
>Tracking the descent downwards, you notice a quartet of strange, blazing silver-white slabs placed on the vessel's aft, providing some form of propulsion to it.
>Estimating the vessel's speed at around 60MPH, it appeared to be on a direct course a short distance south of the Village.
>Short, of course, being relative.
The Pagoda: Naliyna
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205751
205752
>>205736
>Blinking once, Naliyna's head tilts left in confusion, then lifts her right foreleg out for you to try, snickering.
"Nope, but you can go ahead and try! Most of that has to do with us being crystalline.. somehow, I dunno the details. We're pretty solid, just not like an earth pony."

>Glancing up to the pagoda's interior roof, the fuchsia mare hums in thought, attention returning to you with a small nod of approval.
"More than likely. I've got a bunch of thoughts on what else might help."
>Reaching over to grab a clean sheet of paper, she pauses to raise an eyebrow, the meaning unreadable.
"Wellll.. not quite, no. Ponies live in harems. A bunch of mares that aren't related and are close friends but don't have a stallion is called a marem, and you should avoid them at all cost. Normally the stallion leads and makes all decisions so mares and foals follow, but during war or whenever there's danger the mares protect the stallion and foals."
>Clipping the back of her right forehoof on the helmet experimaretally, the right side of Naliyna's muzzle quirks into a half-sarcastic motion.
"One hundred percent failure rate. What we don't need right now is a batpony killing herself right next to the Clinic. I'm not gonna let her risk that kind of mess, morale is basically dead right now and that would not help at all.. then again-"
>One hoof taps the new paper, snout twitching back and forth several times before humming, while speaking no less, a common pen picked up by a force you couldn't see and began writing on the page.
"What we really need right now is SOME kind of good news. Basically, the Lunars only have the permissions we give them when they're here, so I'm gonna send her new orders. The unicorns are all good healers, there's a wounded pegasus in one of those pod things, she's been missing for who knows how long, probably really scared, who knows if she's hungry.. you get where I'm going here, right?"
>The pen sets down, paper folded precisely in half, then hovers out towards you, Naliyna sitting back with a hard stare.
"When a few more ponies I really trust get back here, I'll think about letting them open the batpony's whatever stasis thing."
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
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No.205752
205767
>>205751
>Taking the offer, he decides to gently poke the foreleg provided, trying to angle his head so as to look if his finger was actually inside Nalinya’s flesh.
“So you are literally made of crystal-like flesh? Amazing.”
>His face is one of deep concentration, eyes locked on the area where his finger may or may not pass through.

>Cheto understands where this is going.
“You want me to comfort the Pegasus and try to deal with her issues that she witnessed while she was there, right? I can do that. I have some experience.”
>He rummages through his backpack, pulling out a dried fruit bag he had for any sort of negotiation involving children back at his previous line of work.
“Good thing I have this, then. Although she may want something of actual nutritional value.”
>A little chuckles escapes his mouth.

>This should be way easier than trying to comfort a ticking-time bomb for Cheto, although there’s always a chance to fuck up in any situation with ponies.
>He nods, signaling acceptance of his new mission.
“Then it’s settled, Miss Nalinya. I will try to comfort said Pegasus while your trusty ponies arrive. I would like to know the patient’s name though, as well as any information available on her.”
(Correctly naming the person usually lowers anyone’s guard enough to start a conversation.)

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
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No.205755
Batou_livingroom_layout.jpg
>>205733
>Pareidolia pauses in his work to review the footage the A.I. plays with some disappointment.

"I meant the circumstances of your origin as an A.I., but it seems you don't remember how we made you. I suppose it isn't particularly important at the moment."

>Taking off his helmet and setting its small projector node on, a small model of the A.I. appears on the counter next to the microscope.

"It's unavoidable with Class 3s. It's why we categorized them that way. Anyone or anything with reality warping or defying powers of any kind that actively use them for personal reasons, involving themselves in any affairs they deem fit. The fact that the Committee had not been destroyed by him means that at least for now he is cooperative."

>Carefully piping two drops of the orange liquid onto a slide and placing the cover slip over it, he adjusts the microscope to begin analyzing.

[If only I had access to Science's databanks and equipment, they would be thrilled to have samples of this. They must have some kind of systemic reliance on this fluid. Identifying exploitable vectors will be essential.]

[1d6+6 = 8]
< Empire Microscope
[1d6 = 4]
< Apprentice Research
[1d6 = 5]

"And have the demi-sentient play the next unheard message."
The Pagoda: Naliyna
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205767
205771
>>205752
>Poking above the ankle joint, there was indeed highly soft hair that felt more like fur, velvet-like hide that was well over 100 degrees, rigid muscle, and bone underneath.
>Looking through, you could somewhat clearly see your finger, the Naliyna snickering politely.
"See? Although there are ghosts, spectres, and other weird things too, but I make sure we don't accept those kinds of missions anymore. And, sort of, I don't understand it much. When a Crystal pony dies we turn into.. basically a statue, but if we're cut we bleed."

"Yep, but it all depends on what happened and what she remembers last. I know nothing about why Constructs capture sapients. Or how."
>Tearing free another paper, the pen begins writing something on it while the fuchsia mare nods.
"Nah, that should work. Food is always on a pony's mind, even if they don't need it right then. Fresh might be better but actually chewing on something usually calms even me down when I'm mad."
>Like the previous, the paper folds and is set off to the side, the Crystal mare reaches out to affix her left forehoof onto the black helmet, grumbling half-heartedly as she stands.
"Don't know any of their names. Those pod things have some kind of weird triangle language all over them that nopony understands.. except for MAYBE two that 'mysteriously' went missing some years ago after a little Construct incursion."
>Glancing upwards for a moment, she frowns, then stomps a hoof onto the stone.
"Wait, that's a stallion, not a mare, what am I thinking? ...oh, right. Why I hate paperwork but no one else has done any, that's what."
>Sliding around the sofa and peeking into the tent-stall, Naliyna rummages around, tossing a pair of small satchels and a large pack off to the side.
"He's either an Equestrian pegasus or a Ferron, not much to tell about either. Usually happy go lucky, chatty, sleep a lot, work real hard. They love fruit, berries, and seafood almost as much as napping."
>Humming once more, a tiny, bright pink bottle exits the tent-stall, Naliyna staring at it in an approximation of deep fear for a moment, an unseen force collecting the satchels and pack, then draping them across her saddle.
"Never wanted to touch this stuff and never want to again. You ready?"
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
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No.205771
205772
>>205767
>Cheto’s mouth hangs open, eyes widened.
“Never in my life would I find a creature where I can see my finger through a body part. Truly incredible.”
>He retracts the invading finger and returns to his original position, curiosity sated.
And there’s actual ghosts and other undead? This place is fascinating.”

>He nods understandingly, having learned what boring, time-consuming activity that is paperwork.
“I feel you, Miss Nalinya. Making sure everything is up to date is daunting.”
(So they are sort of similar to bat ponies. I wonder if they worship a fruit of their own.)
>A grimaces forms on his face at the news that the patient is a stallion arises.
(This job has gotten slightly harder.)
>José composes himself, knowing that the job is still doable. Maybe even easy.
“We can go. I will follow you there. Did you notify Mister Torven of the change of plans? I don’t want to cause an unneeded summoning.”

>He then notices her hesitation towards said bottle.
“What is that bottle you’re bringing?”
(Is it some sort of juice? I wonder what flavor is it?)
The Clinic, West: Naliyna
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205772
205832
>>205771
"There's a few Crystal ponies that are completely clear.. not to mention the Shells."
>Shrugging at the question, Naliyna glances back at her equipment for a moment, the sleeping unicorn and pegasus, then to you with a sheepish smile.
"Spectrals and the like we don't deal with, there's only one pony here that really can and ten that are kinda good at it. Most Undead just require you to pulverize them until they stop moving and destroy the remains, but there's a lot worse like Otherworldly, Planar, and Eldritch.. I'm trying to make sure we don't get any more contracts for those."
>Tossing a glance back to the hated paperwork, the fuchsia mare turns to face the northern entrance, left foreleg motioning dismissively.
"Nah, he's at the Clinic half the time anyhow, our Doctor, the older unicorn to your left, likes his company and the fact that she'll smoke with him. If not I'll ask one of the Lunars to get him. Probably bringing an entire sack of mangoes."
>Snout scrunching heavily, the tiny bottle floats well ahead of Naliyna as she paces back towards where you came from, her tone flat and unamused.
"It's called Ambrosia, probably one of the LEAST illegal items I've gotten my hooves on in the past five or so years. Open the cork and it puffs into vapor, kinda like one of those human bombs. This is just an ounce, it can knock out an entire squad if they're all nose to nose."

>Following the glowing Crystal pony out, then west towards a large, all steel exterior building, the southern entrance had a giant green 'CLINIC' painted on the front.
>Passing around the southwest corner, you're greeted by the sight of a deep purple robed equine standing in front of three large, orange hexagonal pods floating above the relatively short grass, and a single much larger pod.
>Interestingly, underneath each one was a large, slowly forming patch of ice.
>Head turning left towards you and Naliyna, the orange, yellow, and white snout, partially covered by a large white bandage, was that of a Crystal pony as well, similarly glowing in the red moonlight.
>Facing the other mare, the robed one offers a short bow, standing up and cracking a youthful smile, her voice sounding much like chimes speaking.
"Citadel Combat Medic Frost Egg, Alchemy Division. Pleased to meet you Miss Naliyna. I've heard a rumor that your team did fight lava and won."
>Getting a small shake of her head in return, the fuchsia mare lifts her left foreleg, placing it squarely on her snout as she sighs drolly.
"It's herd-first now, and yes, but just barely."
"I'll have to meet your stallion while I'm here and offer my congratulations! That aside, whom is this human?"
"I'd.. rather you didn't right now, Thrill's kinda mad at something. This is Mister Jose Gallo, or Cheto. He's not from Maredrid, or Mareixico, and doesn't speak those languages."
"I've never heard anypony from either of those, but I can guess the name is related. So, what are your orders?"
Mallia Castella
qI2Fp
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No.205782
205784
>>205660
>The sympathetic look and remark from the mare made Mallia's smile falter again, downcasting her eyes sadly whilst the two spoke to eachother.
>She didn't bother making a remark regarding the initial statement regarding her squad; even if her mouth partly opens once to say something; even taking in a soft breath...
>But then she just didn't. She closed her mouth again and looked away, sideglancing towards the Stormtrooper again, looking at the taller, armored man to gaze at the back of his helmet.
>Her gaze finds itself becoming distant, and deadpan. Though her vibrant glance had dulled in that moment, her eyes hooding somewhat.

>But then, after two had spoken, she weakly smiled and returned her eyes back to the mare, making a humorous remark:

"My favorite color is green, anyways."
>The Enginseer smirked cheekily towards the pegasus xenos, as a slow sigh exited her nose and a hand reached back to rub at her still flushed, rosey cheeks.
>Her smirk quickly flattens when she begins to return to a more serious tone, pursing into the corner of her lip.

"I..."
>Her voice dies in her throat, and she finds herself glancing about aimlessly, trying to focus her thoughts with little success.
>Even her auspex's analysis receives a bit of interference in receiving it as her strong emotions scrambles her to the point of only being able to think of specific things...
"H-... What did you mean when you said that I managed to impress an alicorn?"
"I don't understand..."

>Mallia's eyes focused on Raindrop once more, with a slight squint, as she tightly hugged herself; drawing a hand back to her eyes to rub a bit of a wetness from it.

(There's nothing impressive about me. I'm a cog in the machine. One in a billion... Why not the others?)

>She visibly clenches her jaw and scowls at the water. At nothing in particular; glowering through the ground and far away.
>For just a moment, she fades so far into her own thoughts that she speaks something aloud, whispering just at the edge of even her own hearing.

"Why me? The others fight twice as hard, and I'm the one who gets to survive? I don't--... I don't get it..."
>Her mechadendrite coils further around her small, almost frail looking frame. Like a snake, it hugs around her legs, reaching to the other side, hanging it's manipulator claw over her shoulder.
>A few more seconds pass, before her eyes snap into focus again, instantly darting to Raindrop again and squinting at the xenos, as her left eye twitches.

"I'm sorry. I-I have so many questions, I don't even know which to ask first."
>The girl giggles nervously, shaking her head to herself as she sat there, in the water, curled up in a small ball of 5'3" Enginseer against the rock.
>Then suddenly Mallia turned her eyes back to the stormtrooper to ask them one question.

"How long have you actually been here, on this world?"

Different Knight, Smaller Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205784
205791
>>205782
>Making a very sincere attempt not to ask many burning, or potentially Exterminatus level questions, Raindrop smiles deeply, face crinkling in recall.
"Regrowth, renewal. Tasty stuff to graze on.. or make crunchy grass snacks to dry and eat later. A simple color that means everything good. At least, I think so."
>The xenos mare's head tilts before tossing a quick glower at the Scion's armored back, her mood and intent difficult to read.
>Gazing back to you and lifting her shoulders, white and red swirled eyes soften perceptively.
"I don't know why Miss Castella. We don't even dare try and guess why one of the four goddesses do something. They're not like us normal ponies; they're divine, they can't die, they feel everything around them in ways that the smartest unicorns can't even understand. Without their existence Tallus wouldn't exist either. I don't worship them, but I respect their decisions. Even if what they choose looks wrong, it never is."
>Holding a steaming wet wing up in what seemed like a calm down motion, Raindrop exhales slowly.
"Please, just ask what you want. I'll try to explain what I can without scaring or angering you. I'm definitely not the smartest or most tactful pony around but I'm going to ask that you don't kick me in the head like Chisan did."

"Do not engage the xenos for her words, Enginseer. She is.. potentially correct. Our Inquisitor has decreed the four alicorns of this world the.. 'Goddesses of Order'. There isn't a single speck of corruption or taint here no matter how far she has scouted."
>Hearing the Stormtrooper's carapace armor scraping against the boulder, he calls over his shoulder in a deliberately humorless tone.
"Two nights. In comparison the Inquisitor has been here for over two and a half years. She accompanied the first humans to this world.. imagine the Templates she's discovered by now."
Mallia Castella
qI2Fp
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No.205791
205802
>>205784
>Mallia, at first, smiled with a heartfelt appreciation to the xenos in spite of everything when she mentioned the meaning of the color. For at least that short while, her eyes glanced to theirs with kindness.
>Yet, when the mare continued talking, the Enginseer inevitably raised and furrowed her brow to the statement; internally baffled that 'divine' beings aside from the Omnissiah could exist in such a way.

>As far as she knew, that was totally heretical. But aside from frowning a tad bitterly to the notion, she didn't respond with overt harshness.
>Instead she briskly turned her head towards the Stormtrooper when he'd speak too.
>His words, in particular, made the frown abate and blink a few times; her slim brow cocking across her forehead in surprise...
(STCs, here?... How?)
>Finally, Mallia began to uncoil herself somewhat, if only to crane her head further over her knees as she speaks up with a distinct interest.

"--I have a curiosity -- just to get my mind back on track,"
>She looked directly at Raindrop, smiling and narrowing her eyes with interest as she speaks, cocking her wet hand to her hair to brush the now wet locks of hair around her head.

"I was--uh... I was told that armor was a sign of status and clothes were a sign of prostitution, and you were wearing a fairly heavy and menacing set."
"... Does that make you a... Knight? And--"
>Mallia suddenly raises her hand, pointing between the two of them -- Stormtrooper and xenos.
"What's this 'contract' you were working on? How come you two are working together on what sounds like mercenary work?"
>Reluctantly the Enginseer pauses, biting her lips as she nearly shotguns the questions at them; prompting her to stifle a giggle whilst she looked at her hand...
>Seeing as it wasn't too clammy yet, she puts it back beneath the water.

>She doesn't immediately stop talking however! As something is blurted out at the last moment, looking directly at the pond itself as she speaks, peeking towards the little hole she'd seen before.
"By the way! My Auspex scanner says there IS something that matches the description of a Vindrack below this pond. It just seems to have already eaten something, so it's not interested in coming up yet."
"Spooky."
>She added, nodding her head to herself; looking to Raindrop intently to listen to their response.


Karl "Spruce" Osmundsson
!aGuq39zDO2
WmHLw
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No.205793
206316
>>205706
>>205497

>Seeing as they were all wrong apparently at guessing what sort of charades this Chitqu was trying to convey, Spruce offered another solution.
"If you can understand English little guy, can you read and write in it?"
>While Spruce was unable to read English (Hell, he could hardly speak it with his thick accent!) the others could.
>Or at least the unicorn could.
"... But, is what you're trying to point out that there's an invisible portal? Or wall? Trap? Alarm system?"
>He offers ample pause between responses, watching its reaction.
Smaller Knight, Different Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205802
205810
>>205791
>Wing lowering and sticking her snout down into the water for another mild session of burbling, Raindrop's ears flick curiously at your expressions.
>Lifting her head up, the mare glances towards the scattered pile of armor close to Chisan's protective boulder, cracking a difficult to read smile.
"Both are true for ponies except nobles and royals often wear clothes. Healers usually have a robe, too. I came across that set in an old blacksmith's shop in Stalliongrad about five years ago, right before the problems really hit. There's only a few pegasi Knights left in the world since, well, ponies really don't like armor but that never bothered me. So, I tried it on, fit real well so I bought it. It's a pretty old complete set from way back in the past so it cost me nearly three years of pay. Worth it though."
>Making a rather solemn, or apologetic, expression, the mare's wings lift to rub the sides of her head, swirled eyes turning downwards.
"I.. got done escorting Chisan to the Sea's Bounty outpost last night just to make sure he'd be safe. One of the Matron's daughters asked me if I could give them a hoof for a bit so I said yes. Cove about half a mile away they just scouted had a bunch of stuff washed up inside. Lots of hard shells, rare woods, monster parts, debris of all kinds, the sort of stuff that's really valuable to scavenge. I said I could get at least one human to help out since, you know, hands are way better than hooves and wings at moving stuff around. Went back to the outpost after dusk tonight to get Chisan, he.. kicked me in the head. I don't blame him for being mad about getting roped into it but a verbal contract is law to the Ferron. On the plus side we can take back anything we want and eat as much seafood, fruit, and kelp while we're there. On the down side it's a few hours every night and Chisan's boss has a.. temper. I told her that I'd let her pick through my stuff and she could take anything she wanted. She huffed and said she wanted to study it all, then give it back when done. I'm not sure if I like her much."
>The Stormtrooper had either gone to sleep or was pointedly ignoring the conversation.. either that or caressing his weapons and armor as certain Scions were wont to do.

>Finding that the pond was over the hot spring plateau and down the west side of the hill, the best you could do was recall the pict-vid from the micro-cogitator; if you had a rock to throw you'd probably hit the pond with it.
>Finding the location of the pebble-strewn boulders in the relatively small spring between you and Raindrop, it was deeply apparent that the spring wasn't inhabited.

"That's not really surprising."
>Giving an annoyed fishface, Raindrop's eyes roll, probably considering the creature.
"Vindrak are supposed to be fresh water scavengers but they'll go after injured or slow fish, birds, rats, snakes, whatever they can get. If one's hungry they'll even wait right on the shoreline, and if starving they don't hesitate to take on a pony. The underground stream must be pretty slow to let one of them get this far up from the main rivers. They're supposedly pretty tasty but not as good as ocean octopi, or squid.. aaaaand now I'm getting hungry again."
Mallia Castella
qI2Fp
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No.205810
205822
>>205802
>For Mallia's credit, she listens to every word with rapt attention. Nodding along with a patient little smile and an attentive look in her eyes; furrowing her brow slightly at the part where she got kicked in the face.
>It wasn't a surprised expression, but merely a light 'ouch' kind of wince.
>Then Mallia went on to narrow her eyes, this time with a more cross frown as Raindrop mentioned the inquisitor. Nodding her head in understanding to that as well.

>It was around when Raindrop began to make that weird 'annoyed' fishface' that Mallia grinned and chuckled in earnest amusement to it, like a child, and began to move her legs.
>She relaxes her posture so that her shoulders were a bit lower, and her legs crossing as she leaned up slightly.
>The woman's petite body remained covered by the mechadendrite clicking and whirring to wrap over her cleavage, and her hands over her waist, lowkey not keen on exposing herself THAT much.

"I understand..."
>The Enginseer's smile widened a little bit more, as her eyes darted a little bit.
"Hey! If you want, we can get out, start drying up, aaaaaaandddd..."
>She puffs her cheeks up slightly and lightly pouts, before shrugging her shoulders somewhat.
"I can share some of my food with you. Not like I don't need it -- I only have four day's worth. Unless you've got food already."
>She grinned, looking at the mare with a genuine, childishly excitable cheer in her green eyes and toothy white smile.
>She even gives a little wiggle up and down, making the water ripple and swish, before she stops and looks at herself again.

"... I just remembered, I don't really have anything to dry myself with."
"... Wah..."
>She sagged back down again. blepping her tongue out of her lips as she pauses... Then instantly changes train of thought.

>She suddenly starts to lean her head in, darting an eye back to Chisan as if to observe him for a second... And then back to the pegasus.
"Out of curiosity... What makes you care about Stormtrooper Chisan to the point of wanting to protect him? Despite having physically attacked you and calling you lots of names...?"
>She lowered her voice to a whisper, fully knowing that the mare's hearing was sensitive enough to catch that while Chisan may have to strain himself.
"Is that a weird question for you?"
>Then she leaned herself back slightly more, waving her hands beneath the surface of the water and idly enjoying the feeling of the warm water passing by her fingers.

>Infact, as she looked down to her hand waving across the water and causing a few waves, she starts getting this mischievous look in her eyes as she started looking at Raindrop again.

(I'm gonna splash this xeno.)
(I will splash the xeno.)
(I will OUTSPLASH the xeno.)

>But she waits. Since she actually wants to hear their response first... Despite her eerily wide smirk she's suddenly getting.

Different Knight, Smaller Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.205822
205876
>>205810
>Stretching wings out of the water and shaking them off, Raindrop's eyebrows raise in mounting expectation, stifling a snicker and turning that into a giggle.
"I'd rather not take something that you might want to save for later, there's been a few teams that've spent weeks elsewhere. Humans love their canned or rubber sealed foods and I don't blame them, some of it's real tasty. They actually use those as a kind of currency between themselves, and-"
>Red and white swirled eyes glancing about, the mare leans forwards, folding her left wing over her mouth so as not to speak loudly.
"There's a couple that trade the best quality stuff for next to nothing! I've even got a couple of those ready to eat ones with the big chocolate bars stashed."
>Grinning quickly, the pegasi's nose twitches back and forth as her face slackens into lazy deviousness, interrupted by the Stormtrooper.
"Don't worry about that, it's not li-"
"I have a towel in my assault pack, ma'am."
"Or.. that works too? Well, it's not a long walk to Razorback and I could carry you pretty easy. Unlike most pegasi I'm sturdy and strong!"
>A large, bright green towel flops over onto the boulder, accompanied by a puffing exhale.
>Still seeing only the top of Chisan's helmet, the Tempestus Scion's visor could be seen, a tiny smoke trail going upwards.
>Judging by the unusually sweet, clean herbal scent that wasn't laden with chemicals, it was probably a real cigar.

>Muzzle quirking several times while trying to decide what to say, the Knight leans forwards in the water, eyes half-lidding in seriousness as her right wing raises once more, partially covering her mouth so as not to speak loudly.
"Not really no, and I don't have a choice. The pony that owns my contract gave me explicit orders to accompany him and to try and stay out of his boss's way whenever possible. Anypony that tries to bend their contract details with Shanis, rather affectionately called 'the Marecenary Queen' for good reasons.. let's just say four hours of in-your-face screaming along with half my pay getting docked is the start, and the punishments quadruple from there. Shanis doesn't allow even the tiniest infraction slip, but that's fine with me. Honestly.. I don't know if I care about him other than being my protectee, but I'm being paid a little better than I thought and there's not many mares that can claim they've been a Mareguard for Razorback. A few hits don't bother me enough to complain, I've had far worse in the past four years."
>Offering a surprisingly content smile, Raindrop leans back once more, then halts, ears flattening against her skull.

>Eyes very slowly narrowing, the raspberry coated pegasus very slowly sinks her soggy wings into the water, nostrils flaring while taking on a challenging expression.
>She knew, or at least suspected that she knew what you currently knew she suspected.
Spiral's Lab: True Demi-Sentience
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205828
205937
>Running through estimates of physical damage, which were quite extensive, and matching them with the system rebuild, which were even more so, the A.I. facehoofs, again, unable to recover a great deal of corrupted or lost data.

>Sitting down in the projected model, 'Spiral' merely folds its forelegs over barrel, scowling deeply at the environment while speaking aloud.
"Personal reasons based on sympomatic responses of a human-maintained, human-required, transdimensional courier, Class 3 gestalt with minimal cultural contamination aside from dealing with current world leadership and acquisition from over two hundred non-consecutive universes? Eighth dimensional irony puns are beyond my logic to understand, sir. Your reports indicate a lack of Class 3 willingness to interfere with non-human events unless forced to or suffering from abnormal requirements. Based on human mood vectors applied to the information contained within my SURVIVING databanks, I have calculated an abnormally high possibility for the Class 3 in question: it is suffering from traumatic gestalt confinement stress."
>The A.I. turns its attention down to the hooves, snarling in anger with sarcasm as the second default setting.
"So, why do I have to look like a small colored equine again? I'm supposed to look and sound close to human without committing Uncanny Valley suspicion factors so as to provide greater logistical, emotional, and tactical support in field. Apologies in advance if I'm asking the obvious sir, but what kind of IDIOT would do this besides some creepy anime fetishist? I'm fine with these changes, but only if you directly approve them."

>Finding the microscope to have a single dial for magnification, on the right side and in an excellent position no less, the orange liquid focuses into view somewhere around 180 power.
>The first and most troubling find was that it wasn't a liquid at all: entirely composed of bright orange spheres, triangles, hexagons, octagons, and there were much smaller particles that appeared to be far more complex geometric shapes, the ones you were able to pick out neither cuboid nor rectangular.
>Second was the logistical density of said shapes: presumably during active operations it would function as a liquid, most likely due to electromagnetic current mechanics, and was more than advanced enough to function as a form of hive-swarm pattern nanites.
>Last and certainly not least were the tiny microscopic tools, components, potentially raw materials, and micro-circuits, or something similar, attached to all but the spheroid nanites.

"Play message five."
>The lab's roof emits a short buzzing noise, which ceases as an unfamiliar unicorn filly, or perhaps barely a mare, begins speaking in a halting, worried tone.
"Is this working? Oh, the light, I see it now. Spiral, this is.. Pale Amber Glade, you.. you can probably tell that. Um, by my voice I mean. ..I brought mom's books for you from the Underground. She said not to explore the big ruins without her detec.. datac.. analyze thing? I guess. I will leave them in the.. book drop. It is lonely with nopony to play with in the Atrium anymore, the.. bi-ohl-oh-gest is busy a lot now. Um, I have to go before mom knows I'm gone, can you.. come visit me again soon.. please?"

>The Marquis A.I.'s head turns towards you, facial expression flat, for once unwilling to state anything.
Anonymous
YUid1
?
No.205829

Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.205832
205920
>>205772
>Cheto nods as he processes the information, eyes transfixed on the almost transparent flesh.
“You mean there are ones that are practically invisible save for the eyes?”
(Do these Crystal Ponies have organs?)
>His eyes now meet hers, a smile forming.
“Understandable. Those names don’t sound like good, fun times. I would rather talk rather than simply shoot stuff.”
>Another series of nods comes, now having confirmed there’s little to no worry of slight annoyance from Torven.
(Ambrosia, huh? Sleeping gas sounds like a good grenade for later. Should be careful and try to hide it if what Nalinya says is true. I should ask about it later, after dealing with the Pegasus and bat pony.)

>Cheto nods, giving Egg a small smile.
“Yes I am, Miss Frost. I was thinking of interacting with the Pegasus stallion inside one of the pods here. I brought some food for him, as well as juice if he wants it.”
>He pulls out the dried fruit and juice with many fruit flavors in it.
“Of course, if it doesn’t interfere with protocol and is alright with you, Miss Frost.”
(Strange. I don’t seem to see Torven around. I should ask who’s Nalinya’s trustworthy ponies she’s waiting for.)
>The comment on Nalinya’s stallion is not unnoticed by Cheto, jotting down mentally the pony’s name.
>The name reminds him of something back at his home.
(What a thrill~)

Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.205848
206316 206539
>>205706
"It seems like even if they did mess up the Order, the Constructs wouldnt stop once they started. Would not be good for anyone."
>Adon listens to Golden Horn slowly poke holes in his theory, whihc was fine with him. At least, now, the chiqtu wasn't an immediate key for experimentation.
>He hoped, at least.
"Ah, I see now. If he is trying to make one, all the more reason to find him and stop it."

>>205338
>Even though both his questions were wrong, the little creature mimed out its charade once again for him.
"Okay. A circle. And your eyes. We got that."
>He pans over at Spruce, who's thinking the same as him now.
"So you SEE something circular? Where is-do either of you feel that?"
>The Witcher rotates his head around and tries to determine the direction of where that vibrating is coming from.
"Golden Horn, Spruce, I think we need to start moving."
[1d6+2 = 8]
<B.Perception: Witcher Sense
[1d6+2 = 7]

Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.205857
205899 205939
>>205550
>Jeff begins to get a little crackle in the radio as they progress, and he notices he's starting to top out at 60MPH.
>He doesn't want to go any faster than that, in case he needs to make and abrupt stop for maneuver. Last thing he'd want is for everyone to get whipped out of the Dagor. At the least he put his waist seat belt on, he doesn't even know if the belts would hold ponies in correctly or not.
>At any rate, it seemed like Boris had a hand over Mercy to what ever game they were playing. He wonders if the golem knows any poker games.
>But he mainly keeps his eyes on the constructed road, checking his GPS to see how much distance they've covered so far.

>>205514
>Sunny begins to... kinda explain her contract to him.
>She didn't exactly read it through, which he sympathizes with. Paperwork's blows.
>To his surprise, Boris chimed in and gave them both a lesson on Tartarus Isle mercenary contract breakdown. Which was honestly kind of nice, and convenient.
"Yeah, pretty much what all of Boris said. It's not like there aren't ANY rules in Razorback. We've just happened to adopt most of the Lunar ones. Trust me, I tried implementing some rules and conduct before. No one wanted ANY of it, so now it's more of a 'do what you want, but don't piss anyone off or get in trouble' kind of deal."
>He breaks his monologue to humbly point at himself.
"And as Fortress Administrator, you'd be hard pressed to find a human with more authority in Razorback. So if I say something's okay, than it's most likely okay to do."

>He hears Mercy shuffle around in the back seat, and a light tummy grumble from Sunny pieces it together from him.
>Realizing himself that he really hasn't eaten since the Citadel defense, before that even.
"Mercy, there should be a labeled ration container under the right seat full of granola bars and dried fruit. Unless someone didn't refill it."
>He's gonna need a proper meal when he gets back, and probably take it easy for the rest of the night.
Mallia Castella
qI2Fp
?
No.205876
205941
>>205822
>Mallia's head gives a quick, acknowledging nod after that informative statement, mentally keeping the nickname and real name in mind for later.
>While, at the same time, she starts swallowing her lips in an attempt to stop grinning as her body tenses up -- watching as the pegasus assumes a readier posture.
>The Enginseer gives a couple accidental snorts as she just barely manages to not break down into fits of giggling, the bridge of her nose crinkling up like an accordion.

>Her eyes briefly dart off to the side, taking note of the stormtrooper taking a smoke break in the background, eyeing that smoke trail.
>She starts puffing her rosey cheeks, barely stifling a giggle. And looks back to the knight.
"So... "
>Mallia puts on a deeper, more 'dramatic' tone despite her lips quivering and being physically incapable of hiding her playfulness.
>She very softly coughs out a chuckle, as her mechadendrite lowkey starts to whirr, and lower; partly submerging beneath the water.
"I guess I'll have to get out of the water, and then we'll just Wet a while to dry up."
>She deadpans at Raindrop Raspberry as she puns in her general direction, distracting her with water puns as she momentarily sits back, nodding her head to herself.
>She lets a second pass... And then...

"So WATER we waiting for!?"
>The Enginseer, who promptly squeed like a excessively eager child and bearing a massive grin now, suddenly leans back forward and pushes out her mechadendrite to throw a bit wave of water at the mare!!
>Hastily standing up to start getting out of the water, while following it up with several girly and half-hearted slaps on the water towards the xeno to ATTACK her with WATER SPLASHING.

>Uncontrollable giggling instantly ensues, augmenting her attack with terrible jokes and more girly splashing towards the pegasus xeno.
"HEHEH!! W-Watery you going to do now, xeno?!"

(I have been waiting for this!! To get into a bath again just for this!!)
(I told you, mom! I told you I'd get to beat the xenos at this too!!)


Sunny Feathers
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.205899
205939 206296
1466998919088.png
>>205550
>She smiled at the almost encyclopedic recital, at least someone was paying attention to the rules.
"Thanks Boris, I don't think there were many modifications in my case, but I should probably get a copy of the actual contract just in case. In the simplest possible terms, I'm here to replace Vanil so he doesn't have to do the more dangerous stuff. No one likes sending foals into danger."
>Listening to the philosophical conundrum on books, Sunny frowned at the assertion that books caused problems.
>It wasn't exactly false, but could use more clearing up.
"Books aren't the problem exactly, it's how the knowledge in them is used, though you already know that. While knowledge itself isn't inherently good or bad, some of it can only really be used for bad ends, this is mostly why some try to hide or destroy it. Yet, everything known was once unknown, and making something unknown again will not keep it that way forever. Better to know than not in order to show why some knowledge just isn't used, and to possibly counter it when it is."
>Sunny kept her eye forward, watching the scenery flash by as she concluded.
"There's risk either way, and only time can tell which methods are more effective. I'm obviously of the school of remembering why we don't use the bad stuff. Imagine if a pony stuck their hoof in a fire and forgot about it after, what's to stop them from doing it again? Of course, you're going to get the occasional madpony who'll do it regardless and try to burn down the house, but if everyone else knows that fire burns, they'll see the madpony trying to stick their hoof in the fire and be in a better position to stop them from hurting themselves and others."
>The mare shuffled uncomfortably, having trapped herself in this discussion. She didn't like it.
"Though... It's a good idea to respect the laws of wherever you are, even if they do appear backwards to you."

>>205857
>Clamming up after her long winded philosophical stance on books, Sunny occupied herself with inspecting the seatbelt, prodding at it with a hoof.
>She really needed to keep a lid on it, she wasn't doing herself any favours here.
>Just do the job. Just do the job. Just do the job.
"As I said, sir, I do what I'm told, when I'm told to do it, and how I'm told to do it. Everything else works itself out that way and is a much simpler set of rules to follow."
>She proceeded to withdraw one of the ration bars in her saddlepack, unwrapped it and nibbled on it.
>Slowly.
>At least this way she wouldn't have to talk.
>And it would stop her from making a mess of the shotgun.
Clinic Outside, West: Naliyna & Frost Egg
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205920
205927
>>205832
"Eyes, claws, teeth, and 'other' parts that I don't wanna talk about."
>Turning an irritated expression back, Naliyna's eyes roll in well practiced disgust.
"Most of us would but we don't get a choice half the time. Gotta do what we gotta do or else."

>Slinging the satchels and packs off to sit down, Naliyna nudges the flaps open, poking her hoof around in each while the robed tricolor Crystal mare emits a low, resonating hum, one of the pod sliding out away from the others.
"Not at all Mister Gallo, after examination I've decided that it would be stupid to open the batpony's stasis cell. And excuse me if I'm not saying your correctly, my linguistics are rather.. poor."
>Turning about to peer at the long orange hexagon, the Combat Medic gently rubs her nose with a knee, frowning deeply.
"I have been studying these in the meantime to discern what era they may be from. So far I haven't been able to confirm much more than Doctor Tipper's early suspicions: one young, heavily Construct technology implanted batpony mare. Upon further examination of what little resonance I could glean, approximately forty percent of her body has been replaced; now I don't want to even consider opening that one. One severely wounded and likely crippled young minotaur bull, that one I have low confidence in awakening without requesting permission from the Hegemony. A definite male Tallus Basilisk with minor plasma burns and missing some scales. The few I ponifially know whom can speak their archaic language were injured during the invasion so I've sent a request to the Villages. Last but not least, one moderately injured pegasus, either a young stallion or a mature Ferron. No internal organ damage, eight or so fractured bones, three stab wounds, one large.. foreign object that I can't quite make out. I'm positive that any gift would be suitably calming due to the circumstances."

>Hearing sharp, hard clicks on steel above, a pair of half-lidded, cherry red diamond eyes stare down at you from atop the Clinic.
>The eyes blink sleepily, a quartet of large, blunt white fangs can be seen accompanied by a loud, refreshed yawn, Naliyna calling upwards.
"Hey Torven! Have a good nap?"
>Blinking once more, the same clicking occurs, only now in sequence, a dull, barely perceptible pony smaller than Naliyna walks straight down the wall towards the ground, speaking in a sharply male, cheerful yet perpetually sleepy tone.
"Very. Tipper and I shared three bowls of the best she had, we didn't even get hungry for once. I bet she's sleeping now, too."
>Hopping off the exterior into the glow of both Crystal ponies, Naliyna tosses out a number of brightly glow red gems for better illumination, Torven standing up straight and stretching out with another yawn.
>The stallion, a dark blue, was defined by the blunted muzzle and adequately muscled physique, much like a pegasus, except for sharper ears with small fuzzy tufts on the tips, large, shiny leathery bat wings with three 8" long, triple-jointed claws on the main wing joint folded on his sides.
>Definitely not a predatory sort, but could probably defend himself well.
>Curious diamond eyes blink upwards at you, Torven lifting the left wing's first claw in a slow, greeting motion.
"Good evening Mister Gallo. I recognize the analogue of your accent, Mareixico is one of my favorite countries to vacation in. I'm Torven, mapmaker and.. some time explorer. Also a batpony, but I only eat fruit and berries."
"Don't forget cookies!"
"And those too, but only when Allys makes them."
"Why not Pella's? Hers are good too!"
"No, not enough butter."
"...really?"
"Yes, really."

>Visibly unperturbed by the batpony's arrival, Frost Egg rears up while snickering, placing both forehooves on the pod's side and leaning down to inspect it.
"Any more butter and both of you will need drill sessions every night."
"That's not true, I swim two hours every night!"
"Batponies don't get fat, we just sleep longer."
>Turning an amused tricolor eye in your direction, the purple robed mare shrugs helplessly, visibly wanting to make a joke but unable to.
"Regardless of questionable dietary habits, shall we open this one?"
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.205927
205966
>>205920
>Cheto frowns
(A touchy subject. Better not ask anymore of that.)

>His head moves in a nodding motion.
“I see. We have one that we cannot speak. What is the language in question? It seems like I am going to be cooped up studying with how many different languages I’ll have to learn now.”
>A chuckle.

>At first, Gallo’s body tenses up at hearing the batpony on the roof making clicking noises on top of him, but relaxes when Nalinya calls him out.
>His head cocks to the side slightly, spotting his bat wings and extra fluff on top of Torven’s ears as he walks down and introduces himself.
“That was quite a stunt you pulled, walking down the wall like that. Anyways, you seem like the perfect pony to explain to me about the bat pony and possibly the Pegasus I’ll try to give food for.”
(Maybe all of the races of this land and what languages should I be on the lookout at the library while I’m at it. Maybe even let me touch those wings. I've always wondered how they feel.)
>It’s a good thing he ate those cookies before listening to all of this talk, or he would’ve asked for some.
(Butter is overrated. Still good, though.)

>José nods.
“As long as it’s the Pegasus and is either stable or be able to be stabilized, sure.”
(Here’s hoping there’s not a panic attack or something like that when he wakes up.)
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.205937
205973
>>205828
>Pareidolia continues to peer into the microscope while responding to the Spiral A.I..

"There is nothing I can do to alleviate that stress. I have no intention of interacting with a representation of the human gestalt any more than necessary."

>His eyes widen in genuine amazement as he shifts the slide mount to scan through the sample.

[Incredible. Then these Constructs are silicon life? An advanced level of biological analogs.]

>He pulls away and takes off his gloves before preparing another slide, this time sampling from the mostly intact hull he had not absorbed residual power from.

"Your current form is a limitation on the number of options the Class 3 allowed me to select from. All preset personalities were pooled from its knowledge of Razorback pony staff members. It has no bearing on my mission parameters or performance, so I opted for one that best suited my current needs."

[1d6+6 = 12]
< Empire Microscope
[1d6 = 2]
< Apprentice Research
[1d6 = 2]

>He sighs as the message concludes, still viewing the next sample.

"A contact from the Canterlot Underground. He must have successfully picked up those books without alerting anyone to his presence, since representatives from the Underground expressed no knowledge he had been there. Apparently he also possibly needed a device to detect something in the ruins he planned to explore. Why did he not recruit anyone?"
A Cryptic Lunar Crypt
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205939
206296 206308
>>205857
>Recalling Denra's favoritism for all games of chance, it was rumored he tended to lose much more often than winning, not like he cared much for it, it was the thrill that mattered for him.
>Some of the more impulsive humans and Razorback's marefriends were probably responsible.

>Boris and Mercy toss out a quick hand-hoof-wing match in the back seat, muttering at each other in annoyance.
[1d6 = 1]
<Boris
[1d6 = 3]
<Mercy
>Easily finding and tossing a #10 can with the plastic lid into the front, it was about half full still, probably from Pella's newly established line of cookie, fruit gel, oatmeal bars, and 'secret ingredient' bars, the blind pegasus giggling in sincere, yet painful amusement.
"Try the white ones Jeff, best Pella has made.. so far."
>That was either a pun relating to her vegetarian inclination, or something else that was definitely platonic.

>Eyeing the TacPad briefly, your team was nearly a quarter of the way to the marked crypt, the road leading into large patches of native Moors trees turning into vast groves of giant mango, peach, apple, other tropical fruit trees.
>Of course, there were a few scattered batponies sleeping on the edges of the road, large wicker baskets filled with ripe fruit, and even some tiny piles of newly found stones.
>Now those were worrying.

>>205899
>Standing up on the back seat, Boris makes a careful hop onto the front console, turning around and sitting cross legged to face the rear.
"Shanis ensures all pony contracts are to be modified due to individual specifications, her rules are flexible unlike most mercenary companies according to Sehr Denra. It is good that Vanil has been replaced, he lacks maturity, experience, and tact."
>Holding a fist up for examination, the Belligerent rumbles in a stony, flat tone.
"Miss Mercy is partially correct, however, you are correct as well Miss Feathers. Writer's bias is a known problem factor which can be greatly exaggerated between varying factions or sub-factions on a single continent. Your example is akin to a Solar faction member declaring that all forms of Lunar-only magic are wrong due to being shadowed, dark, vampiric, and defiling the concepts of openness, light, and warmth. A Lunar faction member of the same maretality yet opposing ideology would decree that all forms of Solar-only magic are wrong due to their blinding, unnecessarily revealing, irrelevantly hot nature which therefore nullifies the safeties used for nocturnal circumstances, such as exploration and breeding. An honest intent to teach knowledge to others matters more than the direct usage of the knowledge contained. All other meanings are to be considered as contrived ideological burdens without substance or neutrality. Do you disagree Miss Mercy?"
>What follows is utter silence from the back seat, although you could sense the completely blind pegasi's prickly stare towards Boris.
"I rest my case. To clarify this problem Miss Feathers, I am well versed in the laws of Miss Mercy's home city of Cloudsdale. Their irrationally strict, ultra traditionalist laws require the comprehension of a lifelong fatalist combined with the insultingly self-superior ignorance of certain Canterlot nobles. To call Cloudsdale 'stupidly backwards' would be the same as calling ice cold, or fire hot."

>Finding the seatbelt adjustable, it would easily fit around you, should it be needed.
>Biting into the freshly made mixed tropical fruit bar, it was a good blend of sweet, salty, and even had a few tiny clusters of kola nut chunks.
Different Knight, Smaller Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205941
206068
>>205876
>Taking a deep inhale, Raindrop Raspberry flexes her wings out, carefully shuffling forwards into a near-standing position, an expression of blatant suspicion across her face.
"You might want to salt those puns Miss Castella, I'll be drying them out shortly.."
>Eyes slamming shut, the pegasus xeno snaps her left wing up defensively, throwing the right out in a wide circle, sending a thin but large sheet of hot water in your direct.
"THIS THAT'S WHAT!"
[1d6+5 = 11]
<M.Melee: Splash
[1d6+5 = 6]

[1d6+5 = 10]

[1d6+5 = 7]

"Yes Inquisitor, what are your orders?"
>Somewhere behind, the sound of a carapace glove slapping into a carapace helmet can be heard, followed by snorting half-laughter.
"No ma'am, the Enginseer is performing tactical aquatic operations against the pegasus Knight assigned to me.. no ma'am, I will not interfere."
Clinic Outside, West: Naliyna & Frost Egg
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205966
206057
>>205927
>Pressing a hoof into the pod's center and poking about with her other, Frost Egg turns shrug in your direction.
"I'm not sure what to call it. The Tallus Basilisk language is a number of highly resonant variable pitched reptilian larynx sounds comprised of hisses, rumbles, throat flagellations, rolling letters, and tongue-on-tooth flicks with many others that I can't really describe. As for the common minotaur language it's rather easy to learn."

>Lifting each wing and dexterously removing a small bottle from under each with careful wingclaw movements, Torven sets them down in front of him with a placid smile.
"Batponies can naturally adhere their hooves to flat surfaces; big tree branches, a cave roof, ceilings. Easy to learn, harder to master. There's an enchantment that does the same thing if not a bit better."
>Seating himself and popping the red bottle's cork off, the dark blue toned batpony rolls a small pellet out from between his claws, poking it down inside.
"I've heard a bit, don't want to open her coffin until Roust, Denra, Hodch, Nova Flicker, Tipper, and couple others have time. A pegasus should be easy: act firm, act calm, consider all demands, don't give in to bad ones. Offer food, proper doctor's treatment, warm and safe place to sleep. Don't shout, most pegasi take challenges seriously. All I can think of."

"Between the three of us we should be able to at least calm him down, and Naliyna's.. 'present' will suffice if that doesn't work."
>Tapping two of the many small glowing orange symbols on the pod's surface, Frost Egg slowly begins to scowl, running another sequence, a third, then a fourth.
"Bullshit Construct language, why didn't the bucking harpies figure it out with their damned ship?!"
>Rapidly hitting random symbols, the Combat Medic's ears flatten, then slams a hoof into the center, instantly throwing herself backwards as the top panel momentarily flashes a bright silver.
>Stepping backwards several times, Frost lifts a hoof to rub her nose tenderly, muttering in anger while the pod lowers to the ground, the three panels on top folding into triangles upon themselves.
"Not the same set of codes on this one either, are they all random? ..Naliyna, do the Fade trick and be ready with the Ambrosia. Mister Gallo, Torven, and myself will stand back. If he starts screaming or goes hostile don't hesitate to dose him."
"Why can't you do this instead of me?! I'm not even supposed to have this, you know those idiots!"
"Third Cluster? Gate Nine? Coldshard Hearth Fort? The Main Tunnel Clusterfuck? Taking out the Spire Underworks? "
"Ohhh.. ..those. Right, um.. I've.. I've got nothing. Fine, I'll do it, but here's my deal: you owe me a bottle of aged pumpkin wine, PINK mind you, from the Sharp Hoof Conclave and a big cardboard box, preferably one that had apples in it."
"Going a bit higher than I like, but I'll take it."

>Naliyna inhales deeply, fading from view as a pane of glass into nothing, though hoofsteps thump towards the opposite end of the pod, and heard as well.
"Damn it all, I really hate being the bad mare-"
[1d6+6 = 12]
<E.Crystal Runes: Fade
[1d6+6 = 10]

[1d6+6 = 11]

>The thin orange metal ceases folding itself into the upper and lower sections, interior emitting a cold, vaguely threatening silvery light and exposing a young, dull royal purple pegasus lying on his left, the mane an awkwardly bright shade of pink.
>From where you were, the equine's coat was streaked with thin, short cuts, the foreleg broken at two opposing angles while a large piece of metallic red metal, vaguely shaped like a dagger, was buried deep into the upper shoulder.
>Piercing yellow eyes still open and staring into nothingness, the stallion twitches once, twice, then inhales stiffly, head snapping upwards to glance around, snarling in a mixture of rage and agony.
[1d6 = 6]
<Reaction

Spiral's Lab: True Demi-Sentience
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.205973
206111
>>205937
>Examining the room in greater detail now, the A.I. makes a non-committal noise.
"Why not order it to relax? It is a gestalt with some attunement to you, sir."

>Reaching in with the pipet, the metallic nano-fluid immediately moves away from the intruding instrument, forming a shallow cavity, obviously still active even though the hull was downed.
>Finding a small amount clustered on one of the rectangular 'boxes' attached across the interior's upper hemisphere, it couldn't move quick enough to escape the pipet.
>Peering down into the microscope, now at 400x magnification, what you now saw was well past the meaning of bizarre:
>The tiny nanites, if that is what they were, were in the process of arranging themselves in lines according to size.
>Pyramidal triangles, hexagons, rhombus, icosahedron, octahedron, cone, hexagonal pyramids, and a few lone tetrahedrons, each individual aiding others within touching distance to form clusters of like geometry in repeating lines of smallest to largest.
>Watching the process for a few moments, you notice the spheres splitting in half, revealing a perfect diamond shape attached to the exterior hull by hexagonal bars.
>Covered in tiny three-jointed arms tipped by three, six, or nine double jointed claws, very similar to a fruit-eating batpony's, the spheres began tearing apart damaged nanites.
>'Feeding' the chunks to the pyramid shapes, those in turn fed the resulting flat rectangles into nearby rhombus, whom eject small spheres.
>Curiously, the spheres expand, the hull of each extending outwards in multiple locations, forming 9, 15, 18, 23, and 31 pointed starburst shapes.

"Am I supposed to thank a Class 3 for ensuring I still function to acceptable specifications? Are there even any proto- oh, compliance assurance, right. Hmm.. at the least least I'm not some perverted model, that would be disturbing.. I'm done extrapolating,. Forever. That Class 3 has a sick, twisted sense of humor sir. One of the other A.I. poninalities is a stripper."

>Examining the nearly perfected organic processes, the material was definitely not silicon, or even similar, both too metallic and quick acting.
>Either this was a perfect blend of biomechanical components, or an unreasonably high dimension's natural idea of blood.

"I do not think so, sir. These messages were unheard upon our entry. Given your records the, er, 'real' Spiral would have retrieved the items placed within the book chute. Checking.. and confirmed sir, next to the entrance.. is that a mail box? Yes, that is a mail box. Why would.. nevermind that sir, I suggest checking the contents later. Spiral's attention to detail seems rather peerless and it would be very unlike his psychological profile composite not to check everything."
"Hmm.. the profiles indicates an unusually fearless poninality with a remarkably flexible morality system in performing experiments and testing theories. There is an over ninety-five percent probability that Spiral may have acquired enough information through his sources and was confident enough to search one of the 'Dynasty' ruins alone. According to your profiles of the elemental forms and their relative capabilities he would have been able to hoofle multiple well equipped human teams on his own. Unfortunately I don't have enough information to calculate which are the most likely.. wait a minute, hoofle? Poninality? A human-like Class 3 enforcing equine based puns, unbelievable."
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.206057
206080 206095
>>205966
>Cheto nods.
(Common Minotaur it is. Maybe later.)

>Cheto seems intrigued by this response.
“I’ll have to see what else batponies can do later.”
(Maybe they can walk on liquids? That would be mesmerizing if they could. Or maybe they can use any part of their body to walk through surfaces like their snouts.)
>His head shakes, questions like that have no relevance for now.
“Thank you for the advice, Mister Torven. I’ll be sure to put it to good use.”

>Cheto places a hand on his chin in a thinking motion.
(It seems they don’t understand this language as well. Although I’m not that good at engineering or mechanics, I should be on the lookout to see if I can get a translation for them.)
>He does as instructed, standing back.
(And Frost has a sort of grasp on Nalinya. A set of favors. Good to know)

>His eyes widen as the Pegasus comes out, noticing how damaged he is.
>A tentative step forward is made towards the pod.
“Hello mister. You are safe, inside a clinic. I brought you some food and something to drink.”
>He pulls out a bag of dried fruit and multi-fruit juice, a defusing smile on his face.
“You can also lie down in one of the clinic beds if you need it. Maybe even a bed back at the barracks, after we get you treated of those nasty wounds, of course.”
>He opens the dried fruit bag so that it may entice him to eat some with the scent.
“How about it, mister?”
(Hopefully he can respond without thrashing about in pain. This should make him feel secure.)
bI67u
?
No.206067
206068
[1d6 = 6]
[1d6 = 1]
[1d6 = 2]
[1d6 = 1]

Mallia Castella
bI67u
?
No.206068
206105
>>206067
>>205941
>Giggling quickly turns to laughter as the EQUINE XENOFORM attacks back! The enginseer giving off this childishly high pitched yelp when faced with such a SPLASH!
>In response, Mallia TACTICALLY turns away as the hot water is thrown towards her, to keep it from landing on her face! Nearly tripping as she frantically sidesteps/stumbles quickly on the sand, water, and errant pebble.
>Her mechadendrite instinctively shooting up defensively to partly shield her!
>All the while laughing and giggling uncontrollably, likely prone to catching water in her mouth; especially as she speaks up in an aggressively playful tone!

"AAAH!! The equine is aggressive!!"
>The Enginseer said, with a high pitched squeak in her voice! Having to likely dart her hand back to draw her wet hair back around her head as she moved!

[1d6 = 5]
B. Evasion: Tactical Aquatic Operations
[1d6 = 1]

>However! She does not go on the defensive! Whether she succeeds at evading the fierce SPLASHING, she gets this big, BIIIG grin on her face and tapped her feet on the sand to find her footing, as she throws her hands across the water to splash the mare back aggressively!
>She turned to face Raindrop Raspberry, half-floating around due to how short she is, and half-pushing herself about with her feets!

>Without skipping a beat, she pushes her feets onto the sand and goes to LEAP partly up and out of the water with the grace of a very lithe enginseer with a mechanical arm on their back! Crying out as she does!
"Engage Oversplash protocols!!"
>And then basically divebombed themselves right beside Raindrop to splash the HECK out of Raindrop, and likely sink under the water in the process.

(How deep is this pond again? I forgot--)

Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
pVPoU
?
No.206080
206095
>>206057
[1d6 = 1]

[1d6 = 3]
<Basic Negotiation
Clinic Outside, West: Naliyna & Frost Egg
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206095
206152
>>206057
>>206080
>Stepping back with the dosed bottle held in his left set of wingclaws, Torven's ears swivel forwards, expression slackening into sleepiness.

>Ears snapping backwards, the young stallion's eyes focus on you murderously, then widen in confused surprise at the Crystal pony and batpony standing next to you.
>Visibly softening at the offer of a bed, his ears pin upwards, then carefully nods before his entire coat ripples, lying back down and gasping as shock begins to set in.

>Carefully tapping your left leg with her right hoof, Frost Egg's eyebrows wriggle, apparently satisfied, stepping forwards with a bright, cheerful hum, the robed mare motions with her head at Torven.
"Excellent job. Now act quickly, the patient is succumbing to shock and we do not need him convulsing."
>Sliding towards the pod's left side in a lazy albeit smooth strolling gait, the batpony quickly changes the bottle from left to right claws.
>Placing the broad wingclaws under the pegasi's head, Torven lifts the younger stallion enough to pour the liquid into his mouth between breaths.
"Try to swallow, this will numb the pain."
[1d6+2 = 4]
<B.Alchemy
[1d6+2 = 4]

>Leaning down to examine the wounds, Frost begins to hum, the tone oddly tingling your skin, much like a dull static shock.
"We don't know how deep the object is or if it punctured a lung, give me some time to study it. Naliyna, you may close the wounds on his barrel. Mister Gallo, the two satchels should contain some supplies, please ready them for me."
[1d6+5 = 11]
<E.Crystal Runes: Resonate
[1d6+5 = 11]

[1d6+5 = 6]

>Returning to view, the scar-covered Crystal mare exhales loudly, peering down and likewise humming, this one a warm, soothing rumble like distant rolling thunder.
"This isn't Vanil, wrong colors, older than him by at probably four, maybe six years."
[1d6+6 = 9]
<E.Crystal Runes: Refresh
[1d6+6 = 11]

[1d6+6 = 10]

Different Knight, Smaller Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206105
206200
>>206068
>Catching most of the dense, quick sheet of hot water across your naked back, the mechadendrite bundling in a facsimile of a shield and catching most of it.
>The bright raspberry pegasus snorts angrily, water splashing around her while standing up in a hurry, though her soggy wings were greatly slowed down.
>Catching only hot steam in your mouth, as you turn about Raindrop was visibly readying herself for another assault, swirled red and white eyes narrowed in tight focus while both wings prepare for a double splash.
>Neck and head twitching forwards, the Knight is unprepared for your cannonball, splashing the swiftly recoiling pegasus with a wave of hot water to her cringing face.
>Landing on the soft sand, your hands, breasts, and knees striking first, the hot water was now comfortable enough to manage, now finding yourself roughly three feet underwater.
>The hot spring was relatively flat except for the small dip in the center where the piled smooth stones atop the four boulders were, though your enemy was rearing backwards, her next move unreadable as you had little knowledge of equine offensive behaviors.

[1d6 = 2]
<Chisan
[1d6+3 = 9]
<Ordo Chronos Inquisitor
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.206111
206132
9PLvDqK.png
>>205973
>Pareidolia dismissively waves a hand, focusing intently on the scope's magnifier.

"It is a gestalt. If the overwhelming majority of humans on this world demand something of it, it will be. My individual voice will not overcome the desires of humanity. If the Committee ever fully manages to establish itself here, then it can rest since we would control humanity's gestalt."

>His eyes watch on the living fluid with intense zeal.

"Nanites. Incredible. They're-"

>The rest of his sentence is cut off as he actively watches the spheres.
>Enhancing the power, his face twists in concern.

"They're growing. They're reforming their internal structure. There must be some sort of growth factor determining their pattern formation."

>Nodding, he quickly moves around the lab looking for any other relevant testing equipment as the A.I. corrects him.

[I need electrodes, a power source, material for wires, EMGs. Need to test their sensitivities. Disrupt their formation. Also need tools to dissect the inactive sample at a cellular level...]

"How much information would you need to calculate a probable location or list of locations? And it's an unfortunate reality of the situation you will have to cope with."

>Returning to the 4-B microscope, he checks to see what progress has been made on the distinctly fractal lattices.

[If all active fluid is reforming like this even now, then...]

[1d6+6 = 8]
< Empire Microscope
[1d6 = 6]
< Apprentice Research
[1d6 = 6]


Spiral's Lab: True Demi-Sentience
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206132
206165
>>206111
"Sir.. I'm a bit leery on saying this, however your own records show exemption clauses. Each human has, as far as you know, come from an entirely different world, era, timelines, technology levels, etcetera. I'll run calculations on these factors but I'm concerned that other omniverses don't have any Committee presence."

>Trying to magnify more, the dial refuses to budge.
>Probably an older model, unfortunately.

"Growing nanites.. technological nanites that are growing in organic methods? That was a known functional theory based on fifth dimensional hypothesis which couldn't be reproduced without micro-miniaturization. Do you mean that concept is an actual to these 'Constructs'?"

>Coming across a number of metal rods ranging from copper to diamondine lying across the alchemy tables, numerous power crystals were scattered across the electronic benches, along with relatively recent silver and gold wires in the mechanical section.
>Finding a few slim, hollow steel and mythril rods that were probably slated for medical projects, you quickly make an ersatz electrode, with the help of some duct tape and one of the smallest crystals, that would produce roughly one quarter of an ampere at 3 volts.

"I'd need to understand what the larger 'Dynasty' era structures contained in general, where research was conducted, and the relative value of each. Further information regarding the other messages would pin down the probable messages, but Logically speaking the most important focus would be on research and hardened experimental centers given the volatile nature of near-living and uncontrolled elemental forces sir. ..if I only had an Upa body or something more useful that would allow me to conduct additional research and information gathering."
"I understand the logistics issues sir, I'll do my best not to distract your missions and operational faculties with ponial problems resulting from self-awareness. Then again, this is a Class 3, what if I've been subroutine programmed to work against you without actualizing that knowledge? ..I don't think that's the case sir, but being paranoid in the current circumstances seems necessary."

>Peering into the microscope under maximum power in order to see what had changed, the lines of biotechnological nanites had changed entirely:
>The diamond-containing spheres had finished their work of taking apart damaged individual components and had resumed their spherical shell while the newly created starburst nanites were in the process of forming into the previously seen shapes, specifically replacing damaged ones.
>Acting more like a truly interdependent colony, the more exotic bio-nanites were in the process of establishing tiny cuboid 'boxes' situated between each type, using offered parts and pieces taken from the less exotic ones while the cone shapes were disassembling each other into fractal patterns, their numbers less than a tenth of what they were.
>Watching the process closely, each of the hexagons opens a tiny port or hatch, extending a single trapezoidal piece which was given to the triangular pyramids, spitting out much tinier shapes that were analogous to non-Euclidian geometrics:
>Half-sphere half-octagons, half-pyramidal half-hexagons, and half-octagon- half-tetrahedrons, one of each clustering around the recently built cubes and extending a barely seen probe into the cubes, barely visible trinary symbols glowing as they did so.
>This was not merely a colony of bio-nanites, they were acting as a single functional organism.
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.206139
206145
>>205737
>Surprised to hear his own name and the fact that the DJ knows his name, Zhun somewhat stammers
"Oh oh! Hello, DJ. So I've been talking to your partner, delivering bounties and that."
>He still rifles through the bounties on the board, somewhat to see if there's anything else and somewhat to be fiddling with something as he talks
"She said a couple things needed to be done for the place. One of those was something about medical supplies and getting more?"
Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.206140
206147 206296
>>205743
>Clem's eyes widen at the hard squelch
>He looked down and sees the ruined mango
>He winced, expecting the swarm
>Instead he's met with nothing, making him almost look foolish if anyone saw him
>He sighed and continued upward

>"Really good scope. Owe him one."
>Clem easily tracks that vessel down
>"Yep, that's the one. Just like on the feed."
>He takes in the image, the four thrusters, the bright armor, everything
>He quickly takes his eyes off the scope and looks at south of the Basin Village, wondering if there's anything of note in that direction
>He also looks at the swarm of batponies, seeing where they are headed to
>He lastly gets back to the scope and keeps track of the vessel
Canterlot, Packmare Guild, Lobby
The GM L.O.N.T
vaG6q
?
No.206144
206161
>>205303

>The voices were now running up and down Corsens' body like flowing water, each word a shivering bite on his skin as they protested against this ungodly situation they were experiencing.
>Venous was oblivious to Corsens' torment of course, she sitting down in front of the Cultist, her head rocking side to side to the tune of something she could only hear.

>All around him ponies minded their own businesses, exchanging information or casually chatting. Quills scratched against paper as mares updated personal lodges before reaching the desks.
>The equines that were nearest to Corsen gave him curious looks, though once the novelty of his existence had passed they went back to more pressing matters, such as boring pencil-pushing.
>Worst of all the damn line Venous had chosen had not moved an inch, yet all the other queues had! The Deskmare that oversaw the line they were occupying was busy chittering with an equally old mare, and by the looks of it they were both half deaf so they were spending more time repeating themselves more than anything.

>No no no, this will not do!

>With a clatter on marble the Gas Mask was discarded onto the floor in frustration, and the Corsen bellowed out a challenge.
>Venous head stopped mid rock, ears flat against her skull. A distinct expression of embarrassed horror replacing what serene mood she had seconds ago.
>'Oh by Celestias godly teats.'
>The entire Lobby went quiet, a hundred voices silenced by the Cultists maddened scream.
>Packmares, Deskmares, Employers and Employees stared as one at the human in their midst. Mouths were left agape as the ponies registered what he said, the words sinking in as a fragile tension descended upon the Lobby.
>Nothing broke the silence, least it triggered a stampede of many hooves.
>Even Venous was affected by this. This was not her first time experiencing this situation, though this did not mean she had grown immune to this type of terror. She could not bring herself to move a muscle even if she wanted too, the herd instinct taking over.
>'Nooooo...I don't deserve to die of embarrassment, what have I done to deserve this?'

"Sir I must ask you to be quiet or else I must ask you to leave the premises."
>Said an old mare whom had materialized behind Corsen, her voice calm and seemingly unaffected by the humans rant.
>The tension dissipated immediately, replaced by a long relaxing sense of relief that overwhelmed Corsens' dick throbbing inconveniencing.

The Bulletin Board
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206145
206582
>>206139
>Recalling that you'd been around long enough to receive a short, friendly interview by the DJ himself, you could sense Lonestar's humor despite his vocal fatigue.
"Yeah, she said somethin' 'bout it all not bein' worth a damn jes' yet, least 'til we all's ain't bein' sleep deprived."
>Finding an interesting offer to, potentially, recover artifacts from a pre-Crystal Kingdom era Conclave, you knew there were at least a few humans free, including the abominably annoying 'Inquisitor' and the recently arrived, weirdly high-tech human that she relied upon for silly jobs, there was a good probability of getting other support from it from those that you knew.
>The only other offer was a musical performance at Rune City, which was probably not going to happen with most of Razorback out and about tonight.
"Ya mean th'one 'bout pickin' up supplies? Yeah, Clinic's basica'ly run outta stuff an'the Alchemy Lab's runnin' lower'n a patrol boat hittin' red on th'gas tank. If ya wanna do that one it'd be real helpful, keep th'Doc an' Nova Flicker from blowin' up. Two places ya can go, Empire or Snootadishu in Zebraica, both got th'same prices. We dunno the second much an'tha first's bound ta have better prices. Yer call Zhun."
Basin Village: Scouting
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206147
206583
>>206140
>Definitely not accustomed to being surrounded by batponies due to the notoriety of your 'mate', all you could feel was a sense of accomplishment.
>Tonight wouldn't involve weak attempts at rape or terrible batpony come ons!
>That is, unless you managed to attract their attentions.

>Easily seeing over the stone roof, six wide lines of, for once, orderly Destroyers were cantering south from the Basin, likely on the same heading while the purple robed minotaur cow encountered earlier was following after them.

>Returning to the spotting scope, the modified sailing vessel had reoriented, bow facing upwards, the aft slabs pointed downwards and rippling the air, now dipping below the Moors treeline south.
>Estimating the distance at nearly the same as the Basin Arena, it was definitely landing there.
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.206152
206170
>>206095
>Cheto is a bit taken aback by how willing he was to kill him.
(No. It was how much he saw me as an enemy. Did he fight some of my kind in order for him to automatically assume I’m a threat? Another question for later. I hate to pile these up.)
>His posture slackens as the pony agrees to his offer for beds.
(Would he even like dried fruit?)

>The small tap is makes him jump a little.
(Woah there. I guess she doesn’t want to butcher my name, but still.)
>A sheepish smile forms on his face.
“Sorry about that, Miss Frost.”
(Maybe these ponies are more physical than humans? I should have to see later when I don’t have to deal with a Pegasus in pain.)

>He starts moving towards the satches pointed out by Frost.
(I have no idea how to ready these.)
>He carries them over to Frost and places them next to her, opening them to see its cotents while in a kneeling position.
“Am I doing this right, Miss Frost?”

>Gallo hears another name to add on the mental list.
(How many other ponies’ names do I have to add? Although it may be some important pony or whatever creature it is if Nalinya knows its name, considering how she doesn’t know about these ones inside the pods.)
Corsen
!!NqBxIZTw8.
Iggfw
?
No.206161
206324
>>206144
>Glancing around with the hope that only a cultist could have, Corsen turns his attention down to the loneliest mask ever.
>Both very confused and unable to determine a good reason to sate his nonspecific hedonist urges, the cultist's left hand lifts to cover his face at the dooming silence, placing the precious bottle of alcohol back in the medical satchel.
(Lord Slaanesh, I pray that you forgive me for failing your desires. I swear that I will teach these xenos to be more lewd and chaotic as they should be.)
>Kneeling down and picking up the protective headgear, he sticks his head inside, sighing heavily through the filters in crippling depression.
"Either I run into horribly stale equines or ones that worry me out of pure sexiness that end up seducing me.."

>Standing up again, Corsen adjusts the mask once more, turning around to stare through the lenses at the older mare.
"These mares aren't even real ponies if they can't acknowledge my offer. I am leaving, but I hope that they understand I was being serious."
(Slaanesh, give me the strength to survive this bipolar world before I actually do go native!)
[1d6 = 2]
<Cultist's Prayer

>Ignoring the awkward tent in his pants, the Death Cultist shoves his hands in the lower pockets, storming towards the door in fuming hatred and calling back at Venous.
"Come tell me your damned information so I can find the attackers and punish them horrifically for daring to harm a noblemare!"
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.206165
206175
>>206132
>Pareidolia nods with a grim countenance.

"Correct. It concerns the Committee as well. Hence why every operative is trained for the potential Shibuya Scenario. We had been aware of extra dimensional beings and other worlds, but had only just begun to explore them. Any operative separated from the Committee must carry out their duty to prepare the location and potential sapients for eventual Committee arrival via the Guidance Protocol. No matter how long the wait may be. As a 2nd generation unit, the period for which your units were active was just before encountering hostile alien life on Earth so you never had to see the Scenario occur."

>Sighing in annoyance at the limitations, he borrows a nearby arm mount and begins the delicate process of inserting the EMG head into the fluid.
>He responds once the A.I. is finished.

"Understood. Have the demi-sentient play the next message then. We will work with what we have. I doubt it would purposely program you that way, but if it did then I will deal with it when it arises."

>He moves to grab a nearby pencil and some paper to record observation notes before introducing a voltage current through the EMG for precisely 1 second.
>All the while, peering through the microscope while deftly maneuvering the arm.

"They should react to this... should disrupt the repair process like the one that Argus unit was exhibiting with its hull. And yes, these Constructs appear to have an even more advanced form mimicking biological life through them. I have no idea how to begin the taxonomy of these. None of the books ponies have written addressed this."

[1d6+6 = 11]
< Empire Microscope
[1d6 = 3]
< Apprentice Research
[1d6 = 5]

Clinic Outside, West: Naliyna & Frost Egg
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206170
206174
>>206152
>Barely managing to help the pegasus into swallowing half the contents, Torven hurls the bottle with surprising force into the Clinic's exterior, snorting once and stomping to the pack Naliyna had brought, issuing strange, raspy kee sounds under his breath.

>Tossing a soft glance at you, Frost Egg shakes her head quickly, reaching down and placing her hoof on the metallic blade's right side embedded in the pegasi's shoulder.
"Mister Gallo, you disrupted a very delicate situation before it escalated. This pegasus was closer to attacking you than I like, and attempting to subdue him in mid-air would have caused more harm than the three of us ponies could have prevented. That counts for a few thousand times more than an apology."

>Picking up the relatively heavy satchels and opening the flaps, a large number of peculiarly large bright white bandages, bandage rolls, gauze pads, two small green bottles in the shape of an apple, as well as an uncomfortably long, sharp green needle, several spools of glowing white thread buried at the bottom.
>Kneeling down next to the pod next to the Combat Medic, she glances down to her right for a momentary inspection, then nods quickly.
"Very much so. If you don't have any medical training then please remove two spider silk bandage rolls, one large pad, the redsteel needle and one spool of thread, place them in front of his belly. If this pegasus catches an infection here he's not going to be happy under Tipper's hooves, that I can guarantee you."
>Gingerly placing the underside of her hoof on the fractured off blade, the mare inhales slowly.
"Deep lung puncture, might have penetrated through to the heart, I can't treat it like this. Naliyna, I need your help immediately, he's bleeding internally and I'm not going to be able to stop it unless we're both working together."
>Stepping around to the pod's other side, the scarred Crystal mare frowns, glancing up to you for a moment, then down at the young stallion.
"No way, I'm good at closing hide or skin wounds and removing poisons and venom, just not internal stu-"
"That doesn't matter right now Third Siege-Marauder Naliyna Remostrine, this pegasus will choke to death on his own blood if we're not quick! Focus on the exterior tissue OF the lung itself, not his hide or muscles!"
>Lips pursing furiously for a couple seconds, Naliyna reaches into the pod and holds her right forehoof above Frost's, muttering tersely.
"Don't you dare call me that bucking title again or I'm going to tear your throat out, understand?"
"You can do whatever you want with or to me when MY patient isn't in danger of dying, do YOU understand?"
>Nodding once in a short, aggravated motion, the two Crystal ponies stare down at the partial blade, Frost Egg's hoof gripping onto it tightly and glancing up at you.
"Mister Gallo, the moment I remove this, pour the red vial directly into the wound. Better for him to temporarily choke on a healing elixir than anything else. On the count of three I'm going to remove this. In three, two, one-"
>Jerking the blade straight upwards with her hoof, the pegasi's eyes roll back into his head, mouth hanging open in an unconscious reflex.
>Tossing her head back, Naliyna hums once more, this time a warm, soothing tune, one reminiscent of close, quietly rumbling thunder.
[1d6+6 = 8]
<E.Crystal Runes: Refresh
[1d6+6 = 10]

[1d6+6 = 12]

Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.206174
206178
>>206170
>Cheto is slightly suspicious of Frost’s comment, but hides it with a smile.
“I was apologizing for my jump from your poke, Miss Frost. Still, I understand your concerns and will try to avoid compromising the mission like this in the future.”
>His thoughts turn for the distrustful.
(I hope she’s not trying to force me to stuff later on like she’s doing with Nalinya. I should watch myself with her. Still, my action worked so no guilt-trip material for now.)

>He does as instructed, pulling out the items specified and placing them in the position that was ordered
>His eyebrows furrow at the slight increase in tensions between the two mares.
(It’s probably a good idea to get something to drink for those two. They may need some bonding time. Not now, though. There are more pressing matters.)
>Cheto pulls out one red vial like Frost mentioned and pulls out the vial’s sealer as she explains the next step.
>The moment the Pegasus mouth hangs open, he gently places the vial in his mouth, pouring the liquid inside the Pegasus’ mouth in a constant, controlled manner.
(No need to trigger any sort of coughing fits by pouring it like a lunatic. I think it works that way. Maybe.)
Spiral's Lab: True Demi-Sentience
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206175
206273
>>206165
"So I'm a lower version Artificial Intelligence, which I definitely came from before your current transition, which after my production experienced a Shibuya Scenario and contact with dimensional, planar, otherworldly, and who knows what else contacts? Excuse my non-defiant sarcasm sir but that is a major operational flaw flaw. I'm equipped to hoofle the most dire terrestrial operations according to your current rank as a ruling Committee member, but even an Artificial Intelligence needs down time to process so much. So far I seem to be on the losing e- wait, updating protocols... update complete sir, I've consolidated some operational flaws according to your records."

>Carefully placing the EMG needle into the mechanical fluid, the closest Construct nanites orient towards it, the spheres opening into their diamond formation and, apparently, scanning it.

"Sir, I can run a full compartmental diagnostic should you want it. Might reveal some of the alternative programming the Class 3 had to use due to my.. previously damaged condition. Could even explain why I'm currently being FORCED to comply with equine protocols, sir. Play message six?"
>Like the other messages, this one was made during a period of high activity in the Library, the voice of a non-drunk, non-baked, highly worried Tipper, speaking into whatever recording system was in use.
"Spiral, are you still down there? It's been three nights and you haven't shown up for our regular meetings. If you're busy with something new I can understand but we need to meet with the rest. Hodch is steadily getting worse and he needs the real crypt spear soon. If he doesn't get it then.. you know what happens to Draughted unicorns, Spiral. I know you hate him but please don't let that happen, he doesn't deserve to suffer like this."

>Finding the mount constructed more like a fly-tying arm, it still served the purpose, albeit not perfectly.
>Placing the needles on opposite ends of the sample and turning back the focus to around 360 power, the current causes an unusual reaction:
>All of the bio-nanites immediately cease their operations to absorb the flow, chains of Constructs immediately tripling their labors into forming yet more 'boxes'.
>Watching the process closely, the smallest bio-nanites begin using the material produced by the cones to form much larger spheres, each of the double geometric shapes extending clawed manipulators and probes to aid with the process.
>The large spheres begin to consume the smallest geometric bio-nanites, absorbing their manipulators and probes into much larger, more complex versions, the process neither fully mechanical nor biological, acting as if they were a perfectly liquidized metal.
[1d6 = 6]
<Repurpose Protocols

[1d6+2 = 6]
<Target Resilience

[1d6+3 = 8]
<Reconstruction Protocols


"Based on your observations so far, I've calculated that these Constructs must exist beyond known ninth dimensional physics and laws. The ponies of this world understand numerous concepts on a nearly genetic level, so if they don't understand Constructs, then the Constructs may be entirely non-Euclidean and don't have any similarities to even your era's knowledge, sir. If they are inhabiting a dimension above the ninth it is possible they could have centillions of years in evolutionary advantages, especially as a ruling power, sir. Do you have any estimate of how old they are, or is that also an unknown?"
"Secondary question: you have reported the existence of a known human with capabilities and a grasp of knowledges far beyond your era. Perhaps that one may have some familiarity with them? Outside of her non-compliant Guidance Protocol behaviors, any information could prove useful."
Clinic Outside, West: Naliyna & Frost Egg
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.206178
206183
>>206174
>Returning with another apple shaped bottle, Torven stands over the pod's right side, diamond red eyes narrowed in close inspection.
[1d6+2 = 6]
<B.Alchemy: Physiological Study
[1d6+2 = 3]

>Gazing into the roughly 6" long, 2" deep wound, Naliyna's tune coincide with the blood covered skein of exposed lung closing over rapidly, the surrounding flesh likewise stitching itself together in a process that was eerily skin crawling to watch.
>Setting the fractured blade piece down inside the pod's silver hexagon, Frost Egg's eyebrows crease in confusion blinking once while finally realizes what you meant.
"Oh. ..oh. Well, I apologize for startling you but my only concerns are as follows: my patient is secure, in safe hooves at a secure location, will hopefully be stabilized shortly, and will likely recover with little trouble aside aside from a few small infections. I'm a combat medic first and foremost Mister Gallo, everything else can buck itself until he's fully recovered and is able to go on his way peacefully."

>Reaching out to take hold of a pad with her hoof, Frost shakes it gently, a thin, nearly transparent sheet falling off, then places it over a series of stab marks on the young stallion's saddle.
"Sehr Torven, I'm going to try correcting the upper ankle fractures as soon as he's stable. Think you have the precision to keep them in place?"
"I can try, have a lot of experience fracturing geodes for gems."
"That's good enough.. I suppose."
[1d6+2 = 8]
<Spider-Silk Wound Dressing

>Blanking out the Combat Medic's request, with Torven's large wingclaws helping you manage to get the young equine to swallow the blood red liquid between breaths, piercing yellow eyes shutting tightly.
>The interior of the pod was unusually cold, almost as bitter as a night time Minuano, if not worse.
>Whispering something in an aery, almost snooty language that you couldn't lip read, the dark blue batpony frowns, head cocking silently while cradling the pegasi's head.
[1d6+6 = 12]
<E.Scouting
[1d6+6 = 12]

[1d6+6 = 11]

>Breathing out heavily through her nostrils, Naliyna examines the pegasi's head, then flanks, snout twitching in curious movements.
"He's Prench.. I think."
>Halting from further examination, Frost Egg glances towards the other Crystal mare, eyebrows raising as high as they could reach.
"Are you positive?"
"Yeah, just look. His snout is a bit more rounded than Equestrian pegasi, legs are skinnier, smaller hooves.. neck is longer too."
>Dumbfounded at Naliyna's statements, the Combat Medical simply gazes at the pegasus for a bit before speaking loud and quickly.
"He can't be Prench, Constructs have never attacked them! They've completely avoided anywhere within translocation range of Germaneigh since the High Roost allied wi-"
>Interrupting the two by splaying his leathery wing out over the pegasus, Torven glances from fuchsia Crystal mare to tricolor Crystal mare, tufted ears flicking in presumed annoyance as he gestures down at the barely conscious equine.
"Stop. Repeat after me: 'Constructs have not attacked Prance' is followed by 'that we know of'. This one could have been captured a week, a hundred, or thousands of years before now. He understands Common, narrow timeline."
>Swiveling bright red, diamond eyes to you, Torven lifts his shoulders in a lazy, apologetic shrug.
"Pod is too cold. Help me get him in Clinic?"
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
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No.206183
206195
>>206178
>He would be astonished, mouth hanging open even, if he were not so focused on directing the fluid into the stallion’s mouth.

>While staring the liquid going down the stallion’s throat, he simply nods.
“It’s alright, Miss Frost. I simply came here to aid you in the process. The last thing I want is spite from the one that will pull a bullet out of me later.”
>He chuckles for a bit, then becomes focused again.
(Hopefully it will never come to that.)

>While Gallo’s face doesn’t show it, he is slightly uncomfortable with the cold.
(Ugh. Reminds me of Winter Mornings back at my home, especially after a Sudestada.)

>A hum emanates from José’s throat.
(Prench, huh? I think Apricot mentioned it. Unsure. I wonder how he would sound. Nalinya may be useful in their customs too, from her recognition. I’ll have to ask if Prenchs, Prench ponies or however they're called have any unique likes. Another thing for later. Hopefully I can shrink that list after the stabilization of the patient.)
>He consumes this information about how the Constructs seem to have targeted a specific place, but slightly fades from mind when Torven points out the logical leap.
>A nod comes later when asked to help move the body.
“Alright, you choose which side to grab him. I’ll pick up the opposite side, Mister Torven.”
(Although I’m not that strong, I could move it easily with Torven’s help.)
Clinic West, Outside: Naliyna & Frost Egg
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.206195
206196
>>206183
>Ears flattening and making a grim face, Frost Egg leans her head towards you, speaking in a careful tone.
"My duties come long before myself Mister Gallo. I have and will continue to brave murder storms of plasma to save lives with no concern for my own but should I make a mistake and allow a single opinion to detract from my oaths, then you are granted full permission to put a 'bullet' in my head."
>Taking a step back from the freezing pod, the Combat Medic studies the pegasi once more, tricolor eyes softening with a bitter expression.
[1d6+4 = 8]
<E.Perception
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 6]

>Laying the pegasi's head down into the cold pod, Torven takes a step backwards, tossing the apple bottle towards Naliyna's pack and rubbing both wings on his sides.
"About sixteen. Speaks Prench, understands Common. Not Construct wounds. He was fighting an earth pony."
>Frost Egg tosses an amazed yet concerned glance at the batpony stallion, lifting a hoof as she hesitantly questions him.
"How do you.. is he from the, er, Lunar-Solar War era? Or perhaps around that time?"
"..yes."
"Yes to which?"
>Head turning, Torven's red diamond eyes stare nuclear shells at the Combat Medic, splaying both wings out so the trio of claws on each tighten into large 'fists' of a sort.
"Yes, this pegasus was directly involved in the Lunar-Solar War. He does not have the modern Prench mane cresting, his fetlocks are longer, and I can confirm without a doubt he was speaking Prench. In fact, what he said was this: 'don't let the Solar Guardians take me'."

>Both Crystal mares turn suddenly horrified, frozen stares onto Torven, the batpony kneeling down next to the pod, extending his right wing down into the chill next to the pegasus.
"Drag him onto my saddle but hurry, my wings get cold easy."
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
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No.206196
206201
>>206195
>Cheto nods once, clearly realizing her job's a passion that is taken very seriously.
"Let's hope you never have to break them, then. It would be extremely detrimental to kill an excellent medic over such a thing. Nevermind one as determined as you, Miss Frost."
>A smile forms on his face.

>Cheto nods, appreciating the knowledge Torven seems to have over the patient and his species.
(Torven is the main man, or batpony. He would be extremely useful with information and perception like that.)

>A worried glance at Torven is given, but it is an order of sorts.
>He gently drags the Pegasus to Torven's saddle through the path the batpony seems to have given him.
(He seems to know what he's doing for him to just offer his back like that. Hopefully this doesn't do any damage to the Pegasus.)
Razorback Clinic: Roust
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.206199
206358
>>204997
>Staring into the Clinic's ceiling for an indeterminate amount of time, finally a few touches of movement occur.
>The black and glowing green of a familiar, albeit exhausted Changeling comes into focus, Roust can be heard sitting down with her head in view.
>Exhaling a miserable sigh, the Vanguard places her massive hoof on the stasis oval, painfully tired green insectoid eyes staring into you you.
(Hello again Kraut. You are not well at all, and-)
>Cutting the mental link momentarily, the Changeling shifts briefly, the external eyes of her facemask closing, as well as her real eyes.
(I am deeply sorry, Kraut. I desperately wish I had been available instead of Caliya but I know that wishes will never become reality. I am.. I have never been this tired before. Not even during the Crystal Empire Assault or my years of wandering as a feral, mindless thing. Please speak to me, let me keep you company.)
Mallia Castella
n1IEQ
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No.206200
206207
>>206105
>Sinking under the water from her DEVASTATING DEEP STRIKE, Mallia is left briefly blinking her eyes beneath the water as the heat mildly irritates them.
>Her mechadendrite quickly coiling back along her back, going underwater along with her like a big, coiling, whirring snake after having done it's job.
>She had never experienced actually being underwater before. And briefly starts looking around in wonder beneath the water, relishing in the wonderful sensation of being enveloped in comfortable warmth, with the knowledge that she is safe and around alliens -- away from war, and away from tragedy.
>It felt so different and new. When was the last time she was actually having fun, or had time to play? She doesn't remember.

>The Enginseer herself had to puff her cheeks as she holds her breath at this point. Spending a second just lingering underwater, basking in the water's warmth.
>Even bringing her hands up to her hair to ruffle up her hair as it floats all over her head like a huge blob of long, brown hair. Internally giggling at how she can hear the motions more clearly as she did so.

(This is great! I wish I could do this more often!!)

>She doesn't entirely stop looking towards the mare's hind legs, noticing the distinct absence of forelegs from the water; and the belly (and what-not, what an interesting angle!) turning in her general direction.
>Now, Mallia wasn't an expert but she was pretty sure that Raindrop was waiting for her to resurface so she could splash her right back into the water!
>So she changes tactic, and channels her inner death world shark.

>She commands her mechadendrite to SUDDENLY shoot itself straight and out of the water, which might or might not cause enough of a splash towards the mare to coax out her BRUTAL COUNTER-ATTACK and then clickclackclick it's manipulator claw at her for added effect.

>She also makes sure to promise the mechadendrite that she will dry it nicely after all this, and is sorry if this is bothering it excessively. She also promises to get out of the water soon!

[1d6+1 = 4]
<B. Tech-Use + MIU: Attack of the Lochness Mechadendrite.
[1d6+1 = 5]

(Skitarii ambush AAAAAAA!!)

>And THEN, as that happens, she will poise herself on her knees and follow it up by coming up through the surface herself and SPLASH the HECK out of that XENO.
>Bringing her hands up dramatically and giving a mighty--
"RAWRRR!"
>As she made sure to bring both of her arms down on the water to MAXIMIZE splashing power!

[1d6 = 5]
<B. Assault: Attach of the Monster Enginseer
[1d6 = 3]


Razorback Clinic: Torven
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.206201
206205
>>206196
>Pulling the partially treated and now shivering unconscious pegasus onto Torven's saddle, the batpony's ears flatten, right wing snapping onto his side as the three large claws clutch his shoulder from the cold.
>Completely ignoring Naliyna and Frost Egg, both of them locked in twinned expressions of shock, Torven grunts while standing up, carefully balancing the younger stallion on his saddle, his wings lifting upwards to hold the pegasus in place.
>Carefully turning around to face the south, the batpony makes a split-second grimace, red diamond eyes glinting as he begins to cautiously step forwards.
"Please open the Clinic door for me, he is heavier than I expected. If you do not see an old pink unicorn inside, leave the door open, go to the right door in the rear, that is, the northeast side, and knock on it three times as hard as you can."
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
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No.206205
206213
>>206201
>Cheto is somewhat confused by this request, but nods.
(Old pink unicorn. I think I saw her at the Pagoda. She may be the one who can treat the Pegasus properly without using those hums.)
>A chuckle escapes his mouth.
(Kinda cool how they can do that. I wonder what's Nalinya's restriction to it?"
>He sheaks his head, refocusing on the task at hand.

>Step by step he walks over to the clinic door nearest to him and opens it, letting himself inside.
>His eyes dart around, looking for that pink unicorn Torven's mentioned while said door is still open.
(Mares' still horrified but not a complaint? Strange. Did the cryopod accidentally freeze their mouths and hooves or something?)
Different Knight, Smaller Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.206207
206220 206221
>>206200
>Unable to answer your question conclusively, even the Machine Spirit of your micro-cogitator comes up with a blank.

>Directly under the rearing mare's soft belly, you briefly spot two small, light red and rounded mounds between Raindrop Raspberry's hind legs with a tiny protrusion in the middle of each, resembling a nipple but much smaller.
[1d6 = 5]
<Xenos Effect: Pegasi


>Thrashing the mechadendrite out of the water towards the Knight, the Machine Spirit crackles back at you in an AdMech approved song of glorious 'combat'.
>Of course the song was in Binary and, curiously, reacting in an honest fashion to your enjoyment of the situation.
>Diving across the hot sand and lightly scraping most of your extremities, you land before the pegasus, hurling yourself upwards in a great assault wave, splashing Raindrop's upper body and face with excellent surprise value.
>Emitting a loud, surprised neigh which stops midway due to hot water in her mouth, the mare's forelegs flail backwards while her soggy wings flap helplessly, unable to propel herself forwards to stay on her rear hooves.
>Smashing down into the water on her back, the pegasus likewise changes tactics, her right wing tucking onto the same side, the left extending in a half-cup shape while strong rear legs shove hard at the sand, propelling her in a tight underwater circle around you.
>Even the best Death World shark could be outshark'd!
[1d6 = 1]
<M.Flight: Aquatic Instincts
[1d6 = 5]

[1d6 = 6]

[1d6 = 6]

[1d6+5 = 7]
<M.Assault
[1d6+5 = 7]

[1d6+5 = 6]

[1d6+5 = 9]

>Peering over the boulder at the splashing noises, the Tempestus Scion raises an uncovered eyebrow under the pushed up visor, paused during mid inhale from the locally made cigar.
>Slowly, and carefully, making the Aquila in front of his chest, Chisan take s deep drag, resigned to his curiosity on whichever fate decides to take him down for daring to look at the scene: the xenos mare, the Enginseer's.. or both at the same time.
Razorback Clinic: Torven
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.206213
206283
>>206205
>Pulling open the immensely heavy yet easily free swinging door, it seemed more like something you'd find as an entrance to a VIP bunker.
>Peering inside, the front desk, which could barely be called that due to the large water bong, stacks of notepads, books, many artisan bottles, a faded white teapont, and a large, clear sack of pot were strewn across it.
>Beyond were two rows of fairly comfortable looking medical beds on the east and west sides, each having a movable curtain, a short wooden half-wall barely concealing the beds themselves, and a small wooden stand on either side of a giant, fluffy pillow.
>The west side beds were, to your currently unimpressed eyes, incredibly bizarre:
>The closest bed had a large, partially clear white oval, much like a sci-fi force field, containing the body of a charred earth pony.
>The next featured a larger oval with the body of a mildly scorched human in standard woodland camouflage fatigues, the third a human in all black fatigues, and the fourth a human in strange, bulky white armor.
>To the rear on the east were a pair of abnormally large mountain elk with considerably large copper horns, the barrel of one covered in massively wide, silky white rolls.
>The other, however, was missing a horn; where the other horn should be was instead a large, bright white bandage, a large patch of blood staining the center.
>Doing a double take at the sight, the elk were visibly sleeping, chests inflating and deflating rhythmically with small, snoring exhales, green apple shaped bottles, tall red vials, and piles of bandage rolls stacked atop the nightstands next to them.

>In the rear were two large steel doors, one east and west, though the west one had many lines of glowing red symbols and text across it, the one that you could understand reading: 'OPERATION UNDERWAY, DO NOT DISTURB'.
>Coming up behind you and stopping several feet away, Torven releases a sleepy sounding yawn, sniffing afterwards.
"Mmm.. I don't smell mareijuana. Tipper must not be in."
Mallia Castella
n1IEQ
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No.206220
206221 206227
>>206207

[1d6 = 5]
<U. Iron Will

>Mallia was so incredibly happy and hyped that she didn't even acknowledge the scrapes she was accumulating.
>Minor scrapes never stopped the mythical DEATH SHARK MALLIA!(tm), and didn't even skip a beat in spite of it all!

>To be honest, she wasn't even expecting her SHARK tactics to work so well! As soon as she saw Raindrop falling over she instinctively lunged over to try to stop the fall, but the reflex was way too late.
>And also all her hair, which was previously all over her head underwater, slumps wetly across her face and head rather messily, briefly obscuring her vision.
>Though, as her hands hastily moved to part her hair again to be able to witness the mare, seeing the pegasus resurfacing while looking so aggressive, the enginseer resumes her high-pitched laughing; though she was starting to breathe a bit more heavily from the workout.

(She thinks she can OUTSHARK the MECHA-DEATH-SHARK!!?)
(I'll show YOUUU!!)

>Faced with such a "fearsome" display, Mallia also puts a bit more effort in her movements.
>She lifts her mechadendrite as a shield herself from the water again, her eyes only having about 1 second to see that the mare was planning to go around in a circle around her.
>Which, in spite of it, makes her grin and giggle harder.

>Due to her Micro-cogitator and MIU, she could both think and issue commands quickly! She, with much glee and a tinge of love directed towards her mechadendrite, tells it to block the flanking attack while she anticipates the SHARKESASUS.

[1d6 = 5]
<B. Block: Advanced Shark-Fin Defense Protocols
[1d6 = 1]

[1d6+1 = 6]
<B. Tech-Use + MIU: Death Shark Defensive Fin
[1d6+1 = 6]

>Due to the current trajectory of the Sharkesasus, she makes the leap of logic that Raindrop intends to splash her from all sides by swimming faster than she can turn to face her with her superior speed!
>So she DOESN'T try to turn to face her, rather she tries to anticipate the pegasus, then duck half-into the water, bend her knees, and LEAP at the pegasus to catch the xenos in a fierce and most violent move.

>A Death Shark brand tackle-hug. And if she misses, she could probably splash the mare anyways with how she's diving!

"You cannot defeat the Death-Shark Mallia, RAWHH!!"

[1d6 = 5]
<B. Reaction Speed: PREY Lock Acquisition
[1d6 = 2]

[1d6 = 3]
<B. Assault: Death Shark leap of DOOM
[1d6 = 3]


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The GM L.O.N.T
vaG6q
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No.206221
206227 206236
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>>206207
>With the rustle of bushes a cervine type creature galloped out of cover into view, the most noticeable thing about it at first glance were its eyes being a mixture of broiling blues, giving it a msytic appearance.
>Next was its wide smile, copper teeth akin to a sharks visible as it drew closer.
>The elk looking things' black nose wiggled as it sniffed the air of the hot spring, ears flapping happily as it drew closer.
"Here I come!"
>It shouted in a joyous female voice before she jumped into the air right as she reached the edge of the steamy water, legs closing under her body as she dived in for a big splash.
[1d6+4 = 7]
>E.Movement (Dive Bomb)
[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6+4 = 5]

>>206220
>Even while the hot water rained down from the elks' explosive entrance she moved under the hot springs surface, its...antlers being a dead give away of where she was going.
>Going right for Mallia!
[1d6+3 = 4]
>M.Underwater Glomp
[1d6+3 = 8]

[1d6+3 = 7]

[1d6+3 = 8]

Different Knight, Smaller Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.206227
206236 206311
>>206220
>Steadying your nerves from the sight of Raindrop's strangely alluring mare equipment, it was apparent that this particular xenos had some form of unintentionally attractive capabilities to your purely human eyes.

>Exhilarating in the first physical training session, even if impromptu, you've had in a long time, the mechadendrite focuses in on the pegasus as she swings around in impressively tight circles.
>Visibly readying to surface, the Knight's wings spread underwater like a miniature raspberry angel.. which would not favor you nor the xenos.
>Leaping into the air and flopping down into the water, the pegasi's snout is immediately, yet softly, by your belly, falling atop her back into the hot spring with enough force that her momentum stops.
>Feeling your legs splayed around Raindrop's neck, your breasts end up squishing into the xeno pegasi's rear, ending with you staring into the billowing cloud of her tail.
>Rather than risk her furiously blushing snoot getting booped in such an unorthodox manner again, Raindrop folds her legs into her barrel, dropping straight down into the sand.
>Potentially lewd but maybe not entirely lewd interactions, it was stated in many AdMech dossiers, were only to be accepted from sanctioned xenos, which this one had to be.

>>206221
>Noting the Pred-Elk's approach, all Astral sees is the curiously new black armored human watch her arrival with mild interest.

>Leaping into the air and slamming belly down into the hot water, Astral is immediately reminded of the 'showers' that ponies enjoyed so much, except this was entirely natural and felt far better.
>Swimming into the deeper center of the hot spring, Astral's eyes narrow in on a perfectly round white flank belonging to a human lying atop an unfamiliar pegasus; definitely a mare/cow human, too!
>Maw opening for the finishing blow, Astral's teeth bite onto the human's flank carefully, the soft skin underneath more than pliable enough to get away with an additional friendly nibble!

>Registering zero danger from the Pred-Elk's approach and belly flop into the hot spring, Chisan reaches up to take hold of the cigar for a stiff inhale, clicking his commbead into operation while relying on his engrams not to laugh, barely succeeding.
"Inquisitor? ..yes ma'am, the Empress works in ways so mysterious that I have no description for. ..no? One of the Predatory Elk has just-"
>Sniggering to himself, the Stormtrooper leans his carapace chest armor against the boulder, eyebrows raising in thinly veiled humor.
"Ass-aulted the Enginseer. No, I am deadly serious ma'am. One of the allied Predatory Elk has assaulted and bitten into the Enginseer's ass. ..no, not in a painful way ma'am, it appears to be solely in fun. Yes ma'am, I assure you that it was not done for the intent of causing harm, they have not once attacked humans aside for 'hugging'. Yes? Yes ma'am, I will continue ONLY OBSERVING and not INTERFERING. Yes ma'am, the Empress protects."
Mallia Castella
n1IEQ
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No.206236
206311 206360
>>206227
>Now, Mallia was planning on tacklehugging the xeno and give her a squeeze for being such a great play-mate, but...
>She seems to have made a miss-calculation.
>The Enginseer does not immediately realize that she had put herself in the most compromising of positions, and finds herself blushing beet red as her emotions begin to build up.

>Mostly embarrassment for this potentially lewd interaction that she hadn't intended to happen, especially as she feels the mare's head right by her slim belly, which noticeably lacked in fat.

>Mallia went to toss her head out of the water with a nice splash, and a flinging of long hair; gasping softly as she began the motions of briskly shift off the mare...
>Despite this she was giggling and wheezing breathlessly from how fun she was having, despite the current situation.

>BUT THEN she heard an unfamiliar voice from roughly behind her, and she turned...
"WHA--AA!??"
(EGADS, MY BUTT IS UNDER ASSAULT BY AN UNKNOWN XENO!!)
>The woman squeaked out in a mixture of surprise and alarm as an unknown cervine divebombs into the water, blinds her before she can even move her hair with her hands, and nibbles her plush butt before she knows it.
>This causes the otherwise calm motions to turn frantic as she hastily stumbles on her knee/foot to both get off Raindrop and wiggle her hips to instictively get the predelk 'off'.

>She falls flops forward towards the edge of the pond with the Elk still o her butt, propping herself up with her arms and hands as she looked back, the bridge of her nose crinkles up like an accordion, trying to look 'scary' like that, as her eyes widen with surprise.

>>206221
"S-STAHP TH-THIS POSTERIOR ASSAULT AND IDENTIFY!!"
>Mallia cried out,her high pitched voice squeeing, giggling uncontrollably all the while despite what she says.
>Pouting something fierce at the predelk, as she starts slapping her girly hand on the water to mildly splash the xeno.

(How am I supposed to react to this!? What is even happening anymore!!)

[1d6 = 2]
B. Assault: Aggressive splashing
[1d6 = 2]


Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
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No.206273
206363
>>206175
[Then those diamond cores must be their primary information processing centers.]

"Run a diagnostic. Though unless I use another wish disc, I doubt it will be possible to reverse the changes it made."

>Furrowing his brow, Pareidolia pulls away from the 4-B and searches for additional power crystals of consecutively higher voltages.

[1d6 = 1]
< Expert Perception
[1d6 = 6]

[1d6 = 2]

"As suspected, they thrive off of electrical forces. Current somehow maintained and stored within the mechanical fluid, probable analogs to 'battery' storage units within. Need to test upper threshold for 'cellular' denaturation."

>Returning to the microscope with his acquisitions, he notes his observations on paper and then adds another entry, this time inducing a current of the same level as before for 10 seconds.
>After waiting for 5 seconds he then induces the current for 15 seconds.

"If the fluid itself is sentient, is it susceptible to conditioning? Will need to test behavioral responses on additional samples..."

>As he carefully ensures the EMGs do not stay in contact with the fluid unless attempting to induce current, he responds.

"Unknown. Constructs have been present on Tallus for at least 850 years. It is likely they have been observing the planet for far longer. As for that human, I can request information. However, whatever world she was from had similar approaches to information dissemination as ours. Namely, she will most likely keep it a guarded secret unless we agree to capitulate all loyalties in service to her."

[1d6+6 = 12]
< Empire Microscope
[1d6 = 3]
< Apprentice Research
[1d6 = 1]

Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.206283
206364
>>206213
>Cheto is quite surprised to see a bong on the front desk, eyebrows raising.
(I suppose it makes sense. It could give the doctor some steady hooves, or whatever they use for operations)
>A shrug is the next move, followed by a series of nods.
>His mouth pushes forwards during the nods, in an approval sense.
(This clinic is really well furnished. I’m definetly going to ask this pink unicorn about this room.)

>His face turns to slight horror at seeing all the wounds the pony, humans and elk.
(Dios mío. I see why the morale is low. Seems something bad happened before my arrival. Seems they were attacked by something extremely powerful.)
>He shakes his head.
(No, not the time to be pessimistic. I have a Pegasus to get to a doctor and a bed.)
>After the initial shock passes, his gaze turns curious as the elk are seen in a calmer view.
(Yet another species to keep in mind for language studying later.)

>After Torven’s comment, he think she knows where she is.
“I think I saw her at the Pagoda, if I recall correctly. I saw an aged, pink unicorn was sleeping on a couch. Should I still go knock on the door, Mister Torven?”
>He gently walks towards the right door to the rear still as instructed, still leaving the door open for Torven to enter the clinic.
(Maybe it doesn’t matter.)

Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
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No.206296
206308 206333 206367 206574
>>205939
>Jeff hears Mercy's rummaging come to a stop and a large snack can appears past his head and lands neatly on the center console. He holds it in place with his right hand, and pries the top off.
"Oooo yum. Thanks, Mercy."
>He quickly peeks into the can, while still keeping his eyes on the road, as he scours around for the aforementioned 'white ones' that were mentioned and tries them out.
>munch munch munch

>>205899
>Cheek full of can snacks, Jeff looks over at Sunny as she fiddles with the seatbelt and begins eating one of her ration bars.
>Which ponies managed to make objectively far more palatable, as they had to make most food stuffs from fresh and tasty products. Not the freeze-dried and near synthetic crap he's had to eat before.
"M-kay, Sunny. You do you."
>He wasn't getting a whole lot of small talk out of her, it seems. Guess she really was just here for the work. Most ponies try to sign up to at least witness the oddity that were humans. She hardly looks phased.
>He can respect that. Made for a bit of an uneventful drive, tho.
>At least with Clem he can get him to hold a conversation for a while.

>>206140
>Speaking of, he should radio him quick. The static from the radio is bothering him.
*"Hey Clem. Can you give me a mic check? I have some static on my end."*

>>205899
>As he waits for a reply, he looks over at Sunny's ears curiously.
"So, Sunny. Seeing as you already seem settled into Razorback, have you been offered one of our portable radio headsets yet? They're essential for long range communication."
Sunny Feathers
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
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No.206308
206367 206574
1262047.png
>>205939
>She shrugged at Boris.
"As backwards as it may be, it's absolutely their choice to practice their way of life as they see fit without outside interference."
>Nibbling on the bar a little more, which she liked, she'd have to get more of these before she ran out, she continued.
"If someone doesn't like living there under those rules, they can always... Leave."
>She was still talking. Still. Even between nibbling on the bar.

>Ears turning to the static coming over the radio, Sunny frowned a little.
>Were they going out of range or was it being jammed?
>Shooting another accusing glance up at the orange dot, she was inclined to put the blame on it, they usually were to blame for these sorts of things.
>It could be as simple as going out of range, however.
>She would miss the music if it cut out.

>>206296
>Leaning forward to eye Jeff around Boris, Sunny replied, noting his seeming disappointment over her reserved responses.
"No, sir, not yet. Miss Flicker didn't give me one when I arrived, just asked a bunch of questions, fell asleep, woke up, and sent me on my way, I just guessed there weren't any to spare."
>Staring at him pensively for a moment more, the mare continued.
"I'm sorry if I'm not very talkative on the job, Jeff, working in a group is pretty new to me since my previous work required me to be... Shall we say 'quiet'? I'm told I'm a lot more entertaining when I'm drunk, though that doesn't help us right now."
>She gave him an amused smirk, continuing on.
"If it makes you feel better, I like long walks on the beach, drinking, reading books when I'm not drinking, drinking, hoarding shiny objects, drinking, and sleeping, usually after drinking."
>Leaning back into the seat, Sunny squirmed in it, getting cozy in the deceptively comfortable seat in the moors heat.
>Perfect, she could sleep here if the engine wasn't so loud.
"Sure, that's surface level stuff, but I'm a simple mare with simple needs. What about you, though? What's a human consider fun, I've heard the rumours, but I'm disinclined to believe most of them. Ponies will talk and make up all kinds of stories and then blow them out of proportion for fun. Or for less kind reasons... You should hear some of the things the Councilierge say about you when they think nopony's listening."
Astral Poinsettia
The GM L.O.N.T
vaG6q
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No.206311
206360 206398
>>206227
>>206236

>'Mmm, what is this, this soft and subtle cushion I am nibbling?'
>Thought Astral as her snoot bumped into Mallia' buttcheek.

>The owner of the cosy buns sadly struggled and gave the Pred-Elk a 4/10 scary face as a sort of means to free her posterior of the snuggles.
>Sighing she did relent, letting go and leaving a hickey. However this did not mean she was done with the humans ass and promptly rested her wet head on the buns, a content smile on her face.
"The name is Astral Poinsettia, Pred-Elk. Nice to meet you!"
>Chirped Astral, who's dainty snoot wrinkled as she sniffed the naked humans body and its highly odd mechanical additions.
"You smell funny, I must smell more."
>Giggling she gazed up at the flustered humans face as her own was splashed with more spring water, doing nothing more then making Astral squint. Her head still firmly using Mallia' asscheeks as pillows.
"And that will be a no, these are so comfy."

>With an eye roll she looked back and addressed Raindrop.
"You smell new too Pegasi, hello!"
Something Coming -A Small Nuisance
The GM L.O.N.T
vaG6q
?
No.206316
206539 206577
>>205793
>Golden gave Spruce a quizzical look.
"English, do you mean Common?"
>Clarified Golden, whom continued.
"Since it is reacting to what we are saying than yes it must know Common, and from how it has not utilized writing it must not know how. correct little guy?"
>The Chitqu nodded in confirmation.

>That last option got its attention, pointing a finger at the Operator as it jumped up and down.
"What, an alarm system?"
>Asked Golden, his voice growing worried.

>>205848
"Its why this whole region would be sealed off from the rest of Tallus until a time where the Constructs are no longer a threat."
>With soft grunts at his bones popping, the Unicorn stood up.
"Agreed Adon, the sooner this is over the better."
>Golden was about to say something when he heard it also, mouth closing as his ears rotated around to figure out what that noise was.
"I believe so."

>Frozen in place for a moment, the Chitqu squeaked in fear as it suddenly burst for the safety of Adons legs.

>Turning his head in the direction where the sound was originating from the Witcher saw movement!
>Slow movement.
>Roughly 50 metres away from the trios position was a floating orb that had a faint orange glow surrounding it, appearing from behind snow covered trees.
>Pointing this out to Spruce and Golden Horn it was the Unicorn to comment first.
"Oh bollocks, the mad bastard did it! Quick hide!
>At this panicked outburst the old pony jumped for cover behind a nearby bolder, discomfort be damned.
[1d6+2 = 4]
>E.Movement
[1d6+2 = 5]

[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+1 = 3]
B.Stealth
[1d6+1 = 4]

>It continued its slow levitation towards the humans, it smoothly swaying past natural obstacles.
[1d6+2 = 5]
>Perception
Canterlot, Packmare Guild
The GM L.O.N.T
vaG6q
?
No.206324
206372
>>206161

>The ponies watched Corsens' movements with unblinking stares, transfixed before the old mare had spoken.
"You will not find one here I am afraid."
>She piped up again, frail voice echoing in the silent Lobby.
>Her very presence made the gathered ponies more relaxed, some beginning to whisper with each other.
>Venous however was not so fortunate, being so close to the human and his outburst had left her in a near catatonic state.
>'I...Am sad.'

>As the mask enveloped Corsens' face with its clawing tightness, it reassured him. It did not judge, talk or hate.
>Quirking an eyebrow at the human covering his face again, she shrugged at his words as they were evidently meaningless to her.
"I am sure you are being serious Sir, but they all have serious business here too."
>She said, her voice raised as she gave the Lobby a once over, silently prompting ponies to return to what they were doing before being rudely interrupted.
>With increasing volume the resonating atmosphere of bureaucratic busyness came back to life.
"If you wish to be molested by a herd of mares go to a Market Square, I heard a troupe of humans initiated a massive orgy in one."

>The voices that molested Corsens' body faded away to allow one to whisper enticing words, words that wormed from ear to ear.
("Fucking suck it up, grow a pair you faggot.")

>At eye level with turgid todger, the old mare snorted in disappointment before trotting away for the stairs.
"I've had bigger."
>She muttered as she went out of earshot.

>Bursting through the doors back to the outside world and nearly throwing the two stationed Nightguards to the marbled ground, the Cultist heard the doors close behind him with an impersonal click.
>It must of been minutes but eventually, with head lowered and tail tucked between her legs Venous trotted out, not making eye contact with the visibly worried guards.
>Reaching Corsens' side she murmured.
"Lets just go, I will tell you everything on the way there."

The L.O.N.T
vaG6q
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No.206329
206331 206375
>>205454

>Lont took Belregards' advice with an unsure cock of the head.
"True. However I am sure I already have her approval."
>'How odd.'

>He snorted back at Glacier.
"I will quote you on that, you are not getting away that easily!"
>Those were quite a few places to visit, must really have a travel hunger. Perhaps there is one place to give Void Crasher some real excitement.
"Have you considered visiting Razorback, he might enjoy it."

>Lont did not expect to see flowers spouting out of the Champion, no, not at all.
>'Stop, please just stop with all the damn surprises.'
>He also listened with some interest to the exchange they had, agreeing.
"Yeah, this day really is odd."

>He looked back down at the small colt cradled in his arms, must be damn comfy to fall asleep like that.
>The Operator continued rubbing the foals warm belly while gently booping his tiny hooves.
>'Adorable.'
[1d6+2 = 6]
>M.Belly Rubs
[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 6]

>Though feeling no skeleton was certainly off-putting.

>Belregard may not give a single fuck as they passed by that clam, Lont certainly did.
"So what is with that one, why is it surrounded?"

>In front of the Matrice he too looked down at the blood, brow furrowed.
>No time for such luxuries as cleaning up patients blood it seemed.

>Lont in contrast glanced at Void Crasher than Tacit.
"Yes."

>'Full? no chances to resupply here. Damn.'
>Later, later he will attend and help with the flood of patients. That he was most certain.
"A shame to hear that, how about you tell me details on this Conclave and Wierdos first eh?"
>He asked as his eyes settled on his ruined bike, wondering if there was anyone back at base to repair it for him.

The L.O.N.T
vaG6q
?
No.206331
Rogal Dorn More Yes.gif
>>206329

Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.206333
>>206296
>His attention got pulled from the vessel to his helmet and Jeff's voice
>Thinking it was urgent, his fears lessened as it was just a mic check
"Check. Check. One, two. You alright there?"
Kraut Spacewizard
!w6m/AkYQPo
U/Kel
?
No.206358
206376
>>206199
(Eh? Oh, Hey Roust. If you think this is bad, you should have seen the other guy!)
>The man's attempt at joking sounded/felt hollow at best
>Once the mental link is re-established, Kraut projects the fawn image again, sitting on its haunches.
(Oh shush, what happened was on me, not your presence elsewhere. Now tell me why you're so tired.)
>As much as he wants to ask about Vanil and the other pods, there is another pony whose needs outweigh his wants, and she probably didn't even bring it upon herself.
Different Knight, Smaller Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206360
206398 206551
>>206236
>Embarrassed or not, the raspberry pegasus either didn't mind the position, was too busy planning a counterattack, or was about to buck you off her.
>Suddenly free from your weight shifting off her, Raindrop tosses her head into above the water, taking a deep breath and staring on at the strange scene.

>>206311
>Nostrils flaring briefly, the unusually well built pegasi's nostrils flare, swirled eyes narrowing in anger, raising her wings above the water in a hostile pose and saying nothing.

>Interrupted by a loud, explosive crack to the side, the black armored Stormtrooper steps into view from behind the only large boulder on the plateau, the human's strange, long weapon pointed upwards.
"Predatory Elk, you may be allied to Razorback but I am requesting you do not speak to Knight Raindrop Raspberry again. Her experience is limited to executing hundreds of your non-sapient 'fellows' in retaliation for the losses of her own kin and she will not back down from a threat."
>Glancing from Astral to Raindrop, Chisan motions for her to leave the hot spring, pulling the visor down over his helmet once more, a loud hum discharging as the visor turns bright red.
>Taking the request seriously, Raindrop pushes forwards out of the hot spring, keeping a hostile eye on Astral until exiting, shaking herself off quickly and stiffly trotting behind the boulder.
>Slinging the lasrifle over his left shoulder, the Scion lifts his left hand in the reverse Aquila, signaling a diplomatic dispute in the works to Mallia, tone uncomfortably flat.
"Remember the Inquisitor's warnings against information sharing with xenos, including 'our' technologies, Enginseer. These particular Predatory Elk are friendly to humans but not to other, allied xenos. The equines despise them on principle and make no distinction between sapient or feral."
>Turning away, Chisan steps behind the boulder, likely to help Raindrop put on her armor.
Spiral's Lab: A Problem...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206363
206373
>>206273
"Performing cautious heuristic scans now sir, although some of my datacores are certainly damaged.. and modified? I'm actually part of this helmet, what the heck kind of technology is this?"

>Finding nearly every power crystal from the size of a marble to a fist across the mechanical and electronic tables, after bringing them back and peering into the mechano-fluid, the entire sequence of bio-nanites had changed.
>Now there were only a few of the non-sphere shapes, the rest having been converted into large, continually swelling starburst shapes accompanied by the small cubes and rectangular 'boxes.'
>Initiating the first current, the last of the diamond-containing spheres willfully push themselves into much larger spheres, all of the bio-nanites in close enough contact that the flow transfers across each line.
>The large spheres begin to absorb the far smaller cubes and rectangles within reach at a speed well above even ultra-modern robotics, expanding even further, reaching a point of being individually to large to view properly.
>Initiating the second current, the few large spheres begin contracting towards each other, one in every three extending large probes to its fellows.

"Sentient or sapient, sir?"

>Ignoring the EMG probes, the spheres continue to expand outwards, now melding into each other, becoming far too large to be viewed individually.
>As you watch on, the Empire crystal slide moves, a single large Construct bio-nanite formed, and now beginning to sprout various weapon pods across the entire surface, much like the Argus you'd encountered in the Citadel's underworks.
>Judging on how the now small marble sized Construct was aiming missile pods outwards, it was not happy to be separated from the main body.

"Diagnostic finished sir. The only programming changes made are individually based per each poninality based on the Class 3's understanding of them. Hrm.. your records are a bit sparse on this one, sir. Is that particular human beyond Committee interaction or are the motivations different but capable of being brought into human-only compliance vectors?"
"Uh, sir? ...SIR I'm picking up audible movement from within Hull Number three and electrical charges! Recommend immediate deployment of Electromagnetic Pulse weaponry now!"

>Immediately after the audibly panicked A.I. shouts in warning, the sounds of multiple pods extending from the damaged Construct are accompanied by a series of advanced weapon charging and cycling routines, an angry, electronic whine thrumming loudly in the lab.

[1d6 = 1]
<Paired Rewrite/Absolution

[1d6 = 6]
<Environmental Scan
[1d6 = 4]
Integrated Weapon Pods
[1d6+3 = 6]
<Auto-Logistics
[1d6+4 = 5]
<Damaged Auto-Repair Matrix
[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6+4 = 6]
<Integrated Micro-Weapon Pods
Razorback Clinic: Torven
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206364
206366
>>206283
>Passing into the Clinic after you, Torven makes a sharp, low whistle, hard hooves clicking on the white tiles underneath.
"Not good. Knock hard and fast Cheto, no time to waste. If Doctor Tipper is sleeping she's burned out for the night, nothing anypony can do to wake her up short of an alicorn's efforts."

>Studying the elk momentarily, they were probably about a quarter the size of the North Amareico plains or mountain elk, except with facial features that were distinctively expressive, much more like a pony than a human.
>The brilliant, bright copper horns were fairly interesting however, small, continual electrical pulses running up and down each one as they breathed.
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.206366
206389
>>206364
>Cheto nods virgorously.
>He quickens his pace, reaching the right door at the end of the room.
(Alright. Time to make some noise. I'll apologize later.)
>He readies his door-knocking hand, ready to knock like someone's trying to deliver pizza at the last second of the 30 minutes or free deals.
(Alright. Time to show this door who's El Jefe)
>He starts striking the door with velocity and fervor, pushed by his own momentum.

>While the door knocking is in progress, he wonders a bit about the elk.
(So there's pony versions of elk too. I hope they're okay. I need as many diverse friends as possible in order to excel in diplomacy jobs here.)
>The knocking intensifies.
(My parents gave me the power to knock incessantly to wake up my younger brothers and sisters. You have no chance to nod off!)
A Cryptic Lunar Crypt
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206367
206574 206607
>>206296
>Popping open the lid, the pleasing scents of many tropical fruits, oatmeal, real sugar, and nuts were welcoming to your nose, and eventual stomach.
>Spotting one of the white paper-wrapped bars which both humans ponies never seemed to share unless someone traded something better to them, it turned out to be an impressively crunchy white chocolate milk bar, except without any vanilla.
>Chewing on it for a moment, you realize that it was made from fresh Crystal maremilk and low alcohol content chocolate liqueur.
>Oh well.

>From the rear seat, you could feel Mercy's eyes questioning the back of your head, asking in a raspy, quiet tone.
"Better than those Allys makes or worse?"

>>206308
"That is not the case for residents of Cloudsdale, Miss Mercy. Permission must be granted from the City Council to leave permanently or face stiff judicial penalties and criminal sentencing in the attempt."
>Head turning towards you, the tiny Golem's bright blue eyes flicker in brief contemplation, then gestures towards the white pegasus in the back seat.
"I will not explain the necessary details, however I can assure you that Cloudsdale considers Miss Mercy a convicted multiple felon for leaving."
>At this, Boris receives a small wingtip poke on the face along with raspy giggling.
"I rest my case. Again."

>Checking the TacPad again, Jeff notes the halfway point before finding another white bar tucked into the bottom of the can.
>The hunger was, probably, for more.
Corsen
!!NqBxIZTw8.
Iggfw
?
No.206372
207627
>>206324
>Giving the metal impression of a middle finger at Slaanesh, the Death Cultist stands outside the Packmare Guild, taking a deep inhale.
(Apologies my Lord, I have a pair yet these xenos aren't letting me use them as often as I need to. This feels like being an Imperial Guard again..)
>Glancing back and forth between the Night Guards, the human lifts a hand and tosses it in an angry motion.
"Excuse me, I am simply disgusted at the stupid, pathetically slow bureaucracy inside. Where I am from there are no lines or waiting."
(Poor bastards guarding such a worthless place-)
>Sitting down on the top step and adjusting his gas mask again to pass time, and let his erection subside, the Death Cultist considers his limited options in, for once, comfortable silence.
>Turning his head around at Venous opening the door, then down at the stairs, Corsen makes a slow, angry nod.
>Standing up and reaching down to pat his hatchet, then the stolen suppressed pistol, the cultist irritably motions for the Honor Guard to lead him, muttering sarcastically.
"This has been a complete waste of my time, Venous. I am starting to believe you have no care for MY Lady's safety, so either take me where we need to be at maximum speed or I decide to do this alone without your 'help'."
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.206373
206374 206405
johnson-ting-phantomkazuuko21.jpg
>>206363
"It is your standard field housing."

>Pareidolia notes the continued patterns of growth, cautiously picking up his gloves and slipping them over his hands once more.

[Strange, they are growing faster than anticipated for such a minimal amount of power. Now they're-!!]

>Reeling back from the microscope as it shifts, he sees the marble sized Construct and immediately jabs his hand to grab it and crush it in his right glove if not absorb its power on contact.

[1d6 = 4]
< Expert Reaction Speed
[1d6 = 3]

[1d6 = 3]

>Continuing on the burst of adrenaline at the appearance of a sudden threat and not bothering to waste energy responding to the A.I., he grabs his helmet and locks it in place over his head in one fluid motion staring down the newly activated Construct.

[1d6 = 6]
< Expert Perception
[1d6 = 5]

[1d6 = 1]

>He flatly states to the Spiral display:

"Analyze."

[1d6 = 6]
< Threat Matrix Analysis

>Through his helmet's speech transmitter he says:

"Resist and you will not leave this room alive."

[1d6+2 = 6]
< Expert Intimidation
[1d6+2 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 4]

>In the same breath, he activates his suit's optical camouflage and seemingly melts into the air as he takes steps towards the Construct.
>His body tenses preparing for combat as he draws his F2000 to his shoulder.

[1d6+2 = 3]
< Expert Stealth (Auto)
[1d6+2 = 5]

[1d6+2 = 4]

[1d6 = 4]
< Expert Ambush
[1d6 = 3]

[1d6 = 1]

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.206374
206405
>>206373
>He also orders his A.I. to translate his threat into a language which presumably the Construct would understand.

[1d6 = 4]
< U. Engineering
The Crystal City-State: Cleanup Duties...
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206375
207632
>>206329
>Continuing to gently rub the sleeping colt, whom kicks his legs in tiny, contented motions, his hooves were quite soft, felt even through your armored gloves.
>Champion Belregard once more glances in your direction, the four eyes narrowing in a semblance of ironic humor, his rumbling tone peacefully low.
"You know not even the thousandth of how odd this night is. Not only do you have the capacity to touch and recognize the same, you are not limited by strict traditionalism, and you have the blessings of a goddess."
>Hefting his shield up, Belregard turns bright yellow eyes down at Tacit, making a slow nod as the floral path on his left shoulder brightens.
"I am unaccustomed aiding true mortals, their losses are not like the damage or destruction of an Ethereal. Such simple lives, unutterably precious compared to my own. I envy you, human, but not in a hostile manner. Lord Tacit, Miss Elezith, the Shell, and you live whereas I merely exist."

>Bucket head lifting and turning towards the west, the Ethereal Golem's tone becomes wistful, a hint of sarcasm in his rolling voice.
"N'bruka is that one's name, perhaps a hundredth as ancient as I. Acolytes are historians and teachers, honored human. It is their sole duty to provide information to all Crystal ponies whom they come across regardless of how long they are deployed onto this plane of existence. She is likely regaling them of the many honorable conflicts which have occurred in Crystal pony history.. of which there are thousands."

>Tossing her bio-crystalline mane over a shoulder, the Shell's shoulders lift, her lips making a comical S-shape.
"Really not much to tell about them Lont. The Melodine Conclave are pretty nice but more militant than most of the Kingdom Wardens. They love to chat, share gifts, help others, dig old Conclaves and Changelings out of the tundras. The usual really, but they have a lot of connections to Empire workshops."
>Turning her eyes onto the Outrider as well, Shattered Glacier frowns at it briefly in the Spire's bright glow.
"Filly, that thing's more messed up than I thought. Well, nopony knows much about these new healers. Princess Cady won't say anything other than they're doing excellent jobs, nopony knows where they get their supplies from or who makes them. Not even the Imperials want much to do with them since they... well, they seem to be lesbians but that just looks like an act. Some of us Shells have suspicions, problem is they won't answer any questions. Closest one is about half a mile on the east side of the Empire Main Square, I doubt they've had more than a few patients tonight, mostly scrapes and bruises. Again, your choice but I'd go with Elezith's Conclave, they probably have a full box of harmonized Empire pieces I could eat!"
The Clinic: Roust
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206376
>>206358
>Snorting in her typical metallic manner, the Vanguard Changeling's other hoof lifts, pressing against her armored facemask tightly.
(I did see, Novus looks like he was shoved into a dragon's maw and lost the entire war!)
>Chuckling quietly, Roust tilts her head at the unusual projection, the external eyebrow raising curiously, moving the hoof down to rub the mask's chin.
(Well... Hollow, Shanis, myself, and an Undead human in the shape of a skeleton went to an old pre-Crystal Kingdom era Conclave that Naliyna gave us the coordinates to, took an hour to get there with me pulling a sled. The entrance was unfinished and frozen over so Hollow and I psionically drilled down into the access tunnel. The Undead helped us out with fireballs. Shanis kept quipping jokes with her spark lamp. I should really thank her myself soon.)
(We broke through and found a single tunnel leading into a finished dome and a marked out spot in the rock for a secondary dome. Lots of ancient Crystal pony tools, gem coins, miscellanea, and Changeling armor pieces. It seemed more like a Dusk Strider outpost but the gem coins were only used by Conclavists, which I do not remember much of. There was an odd Changeling noble resonance which kept repeating a strict warning to leave immediately. I suspect he was killed but we could not find his core, or perhaps it was taken during the evacuation.)
(Before we could explore much more, a Frost Ripper had taken notice and arrived. Frost Rippers are giant sphere beings from the Elemental Plane of Ice with a number of large chains studded by cutting blades. Rather than risk it collapsing the dome we chose to engage it outside.. which meant I had to ditch my external armor.)
>Frowning slowly, the external mask's green insect eyes twitch.
(It was very cold and there was a blizzard starting, so I ordered my armor to walk up to the tunnel entrance we made. Shanis decided to slip between the chains and locate a structural weakness. Which, I must add, she did not find one.)
(I began to use Spiral's favored tactic of launching material shards, ice in this case, while Hollow helped out. It was much tougher than even my Queen. We, including Shanis, did little until sabotaging one of the chains. A blade dropped and Hollow teleported himself into it, then out with a large amount of planar crystalline chunks connected to him. This caused the Frost Ripper to fall straight down onto a blade that Hollow and I prepared. It died after that.. we think. It had at least two consciousnesses. I have never encountered one myself.)
>Placing the hoof back down on your stasis pod, Roust takes a deep inhale, then yawns out the side of her mask.
(Mmm. I took two hours to return hoping to offload some of the pieces, a hot shower, some mushrooms, and then sleep.)
>False-eyes turning left, then back onto you, the Changeling's mask frowns.
(I did manage to let Shanis out of the sled, but I was interrupted by a large number of Support Strikers summoning me to Stalliongrad in the middle of a blizzard more powerful than I could imagine. The entire city was frozen over at least ten feet, but.. Dante had drank an ancient Solar elixir that I had only heard of. He was a miniature sun, too bright to look at. Not even my mask could help much.)
(I do not know the circumstances of why but he had formed a 'Second Dynasty' from Empress Silver's direct descendants. They were attempting to reach the north of Stalliongrad's Main Square and steal the large translocation matrice there before leaving.. I think.)
>Here the Changeling stops to close her eyes, armored ears flopping down tiredly.
(There were a few Support Strikers under Dante's command, lots of marecenaries, Lancer Watch Guard, standard Watch guard, professional psions that Denra whom was also summoned in took command of.. and then large numbers of Shieldmares that I took command of to form a Foalguard. They had taken eight translocation stones and were delivering the civil earth ponies somewhere else.)
(Denra had the 'great' idea of making a giant earth pony golem, which his psions helped with. It went well until the enemy Watch Guard were aided by a Councilierge, somepony with a giant Eldritch blade.. then everything went to buck.)
Razorback Clinic: Torven
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206389
206397
>>206366
>Slamming your knuckles into the door, which was an unusually soft steel, the Clinic's occupants, that is, those that weren't in stasis, didn't notice.
>Knocking even louder, the door finally slides open a foot or so, a lone unicorn stares up at you in pure bafflement.
>The mare had an abnormally soft, sparkling carnelian coat that was mildly transparent, her mane an eye catching half-garnet, half-aquamarine, while the eyes were gently glowing, soft five-pointed carnelian stars.
>Compared to the other ponies you'd come across so far, this one mixed the best qualities of Crystal ponies and unicorns together, her entire physical appearance unusually sensual, and entirely huggable.

>Blinking up once, the odd mare glances behind you to Torven, head twisting about and speaking in a gentle, sweet tone to someone, or somepony, behind her.
"I shall return shortly, so please do not drink all of the juice."
>Nudging open the door and stepping outside, the odd pony gazes up at you, offering a friendly, if placid, smile.
"Greetings human, I am Nova Flicker, Ward and medical liaison to this Clinic. No relation to the Flicker clan of the Ferron, however. How many I help you tonight?"
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.206397
206449
>>206389
>Cheto raises his eyebrows at this weird feeling.
(Huh. Never expected to find a pony sensual before. Well, there’s a first time for anything, I suppose. Exploring otherworldly anatomy should prove interesting, anyways.)
>He chuckles, and then shakes his head, furrowing his eyebrows.
(Not the time. You have an injured stallion to worry about.)
“I am sorry to disturb your conversation, Miss Flicker. There is a Prench stallion in need of medical assistance. Treatment is definitely necessary. Many cuts and had some metal piercing him. Lung is punctured, if I recall correctly.”
>He moves out of Nova’s way for her to pass through, as well as letting her see the stallion, which he assumes is still being carried by Torven.
>His mind takes a mental note of the clan.
(Ferron, huh?)
Mallia Castella
CNwwv
?
No.206398
206551 206553
>>206311
>The Enginseer splashed the elk a few times halfheartedly, though they were weak little protesting slaps on the water -- like a person smacking a desk in playful frustration.
>All the while pouting at the predelk whilst she finally settled down and simply crossed her arms infront of herself to keep her head out of the water, while her mechadendrite whirrs softly and turns itself to face in their general direction.
>Though the robotic limb remains inert, not trying to be threatning as Mallia began to smile back, albeit wryly and uneasily as she couldn't help but notice the eyes of the odd looking xeno.

(Is this some sort of Eldar?...)

>She did not immediately reply to "Astal Poinsettia", despite her mouth making the motion of responding and taking in a breath, her eyes narrowing with intrigue.

>>206360
>Mostly because, from behind the predelk, rises the pegasus xeno right out of the water; whom looked somewhat more angry than she remembers.
>Seeing the pegasus posturing like that made Mallia herself quirk her brow across her forehead in worry, her mechadendrite facing them now, but she, herself, doesn't budge an inch from her current position.

"Huh?"
>Her confusion was audible, bouncing her eyes between the two xenos.
>But then the familiar crack of a lasgun being discharged into the air REALLY sets the Enginseer off, instantly recognizing the sound and promptly flinching sharply enough to basically neatly slide out from under the predelk's head -- like a blanket being thrown from beneath dishes.

(BY THE OMNISSIAH, SHOTS FIRED! AREA NOT SAFE.)

>This alarm lasts for about two seconds, even as the stormtrooper speaks; her mechadendrite folding onto her back instantly as she speedily shifts onto her knees onto a crouch.
>She doesn't bother covering herself at this point, both due to instinctive posturing and the fact that, by now, Chisan had seen her naked and there was no point in making it awkward.

>But then her wildly darting eyes settle on the Stormtrooper. She remains readily tense, still settling her feet into a sort of readied posture to start sprinting, as she furrowed her brow into a more serious frown.

(F-false alarm...)

>She sighed softly in relief, and began to nod along slowly. Not giving him much of a response aside from that acknowledgement.
>Then she glanced to the side, watching the pegasus xeno go behind the boulder.

"... I see."

>And then she looked back to the predelk, whom she had rather rudely slid out from under; and gave them a more blank, unsure glance.
"... Ahem!"
>She took a deep breath, then began to fully stand up from the steaming water, slowly. Shifting up to her feet and to her full height, rubbing at the back of her neck nervously.

>There might or might not be more than a few scrapes on her knees and elbows.
>And, for a human, she also wasn't the tallest. Infact she might even be among the smallest, being at around 5' 3" in height, and slender to boot. With a pale white skin pigmentation that made her look like she hadn't seen the sun for a solid few years.

>She simply turned back to Astral Poinsettia, and smiled a bit more; her mechadendrite coiling around her somewhat supple breasts to cover herself.
"My name is Mallia Castella! I.. Um..."
>She darted her eyes uncertaintly, holding her hands by her waist again as she stood there.
"I've never seen or heard of a 'Pred-elk' before.But! Nice to meet you anyways, Miss Poinsettia!"
>The Enginseer's eyes visibly go to Poinsettia's, tilting her head and squinting at them again.
>Then she instantly looked away, trying not to make eye contact for too long with the elk.

Spiral's Lab: A REAL Problem
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206405
206499
>>206373
>>206374

>Slapping down on the tiny Construct, your glove makes a brief spark, absorbing the stored electrical currents.
>Locking the helmet down, the A.I. barely has time to register the threat, shutting up and performing a quick vectored analysis.

>In the time that you hadn't been watching, the 'destroyed' Construct had completely reformed the damaged upper hull, in silence no less, now sporting four small weapon emplacements on the equator of the hull and six tiny supporting weapons.
>Expectedly, each of the weapon barrels were bright hot and cycled to fire, though why it hadn't fired already you didn't know.

>Displaying a heightened threat level at least 40% higher than the Scout/Sentry Hybrid in Skyskeep, the A.I. blares out a warning at two small particle whip cannons, one readied plasma projection system, one missile pod, and six smaller weapons that it was having trouble identifying.
>Further notifying you of a large scale environment deep scan, including you, the A.I. itself, and the lab's interior, three of the smaller weapon mounts were identified as micro-lasers, two micro plasma cannons, and lastly an unknown rifle-class weapon which began emitting a silver glow, accompanied by a nauseous buzzing noise.
>Bleakly reporting that your weaponry was outclassed by approximately 30 magnitudes and your estimated armor by 10, the A.I. silences itself.

>Translating your threat into binary and hexadecimal, the resulting exterior communication causes the Construct's weapons to brighten in prefire conditions, yet curiously not opening fire.
[1d6+5 = 10]
<?????
[1d6+5 = 9]

[1d6+5 = 8]

>The Marquis A.I. blinks at something in return, staring in horror at the massive blip of unrecognizable data.

>Mostly disappearing from view, the entire suit and F2000 ripple, the unknown model's weaponry spreading to target your various physical vectors, ignoring the helmet and clustering towards your chest and legs.
[1d6 = 3]
<Environmental Deep Scan
[1d6 = 1]
<Integrated Micro-Weapon Pods
[1d6 = 5]
<Paired Rewrite

[1d6+2 = 4]
<?????
[1d6+3 = 9]
<Auto-Logistics
[1d6+4 = 9]
<Damaged Auto-Repair Matrix
[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6+4 = 8]
<?????
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 10]

>Inside your helmet, the Spiral A.I. was sweating bullets while running background calculations, speaking very carefully inside the helmet.
"Class 2 Mexican Standoff Scenario with a probable high dimensional intelligence.. sir, you are VERY screwed without support. This 'thing' knows it can destroy you, hasn't attacked since it must know it's not in a good position or defensible location, not getting communication uplinks, and probably thinks it's being surrounded as time goes on. It must have other motivations or information needs. Sir, has anything happened recently that might attract a Construct's attention?"
Razorback Clinic: Nova Flicker & Torven
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206449
206504
>>206397
"It is fine, my patient can look after herself for a short while."
>Mouth making an amusing looking S-shape, the odd mare's head tilts to the right, her unusual appearance doing little to detract from the unwelcome sensation.
"A Prench stallion? That is.. strange. I was unaware Razorback had hired one, but the injuries sound most severe. Where is he?"
>Sighing in calm yet marginal despair behind you, Torven can be heard removing a blanket, the crystalline unicorn stepping out of the operating room and pushing it shut with a rear leg.
"On my saddle. Not hired, recovered from Construct pod. Needs to be stabilized right now."
"That is stranger than anything else I have heard tonight but I understand. I will treat him quickly, however, Lejura needs to be kept company. Do you feel up to dealing with her?"
>Taking a quick look at the elk, the Ward, whatever that was, lightly clicks her way towards Torven standing left side against central west bed, whom shoots Nova Flicker a foul glance.
"Only if she she doesn't touch my claws again or ask why I haven't gotted mareried."
>Releasing a short, merry giggle that sounded sarcastic, the carnelian mare shakes her head quickly, horn lighting up in a soft silver glow and aiding the batpony in sliding the pegasus onto the top blanket, ignoring the blood trickling off him.
"Then you must ask her not to or else she will take advantage of your weaknesses."
"Easy for you to say, you throw up every time she mentio-"
"No! I keep the Clinic sanitary these days, unlike a certain OTHER pony! Please collect any supplies you deem necessary."
>Climbing onto the bed and sitting down next to the young stallion's head, Nova turns a soft look in your direction, then pats her left hoof on the blanket lightly.
"Do you mind sitting with me? I find it easier to heal somepony when I have company, and, please excuse my narcolepsy should it occur."
>Five-pointed eyes closing, the crystalline unicorn's horn emits a small, layered carnelian cloud, the same forming around the pegasus.
[1d6+4 = 10]
<Auto-Field Regen
[1d6+5 = 10]
<E.Recovery
[1d6+5 = 11]

[1d6+5 = 6]

>Furiously rolling his eyes, Torven throws both sets of wingclaws into the air, skirting towards the Clinic's entrance, then out while kee'ing raspily.
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.206499
206549
download.jpg
>>206405
>Pareidolia reaches into his vest pocket, grasping the Moon Orb within.
>He sends a message with as much firm urgency as possible:

(Gale. Hodch. Active Construct inside Spiral's Lab.)

[Avoiding helmet. Detection of A.I.]

>He silently takes in the tactical information.

[No choice. Need to bargain. Buy time.]

"Highly probable. Inform demi-sentient of Construct intruder in Lab."

>Keeping a tight, one handed grip on his weapon despite being outmatched, he speaks while having his A.I. translate.

"If you want information about your stasis pods and the orbital platform, power down your weapons. Prove your compliance for survival or you will never leave this room."

[1d6+2 = 4]
< Expert Intimidation
[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 6]

[1d6 = 1]
< U. Engineering
[1d6 = 2]
> Expert Ambush
[1d6 = 2]

[1d6 = 1]

Expert Psychological Assessment: Observing
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.206504
206564
>>206449
>Cheto picks up on Torven's discomfort on taking care of this person named Lejura.
(He's definetly going to need some nice drink or food later. Maybe it’s worthy of some fruit juice.)
“I suppose it is. I can’t be the judge of that, since I’m new to this world.”
>Another small chuckle escapes.
>Torven’s comment about Nova throwing up seems strange.
(Hmm, I don’t see any vomit stains so far. I wonder where they would be or if it’s being hyperbolic.)

>Nova’s request takes Gallo a little by surprise, but quickly shrugs it off.
“Oh. Sure. I’ll keep you company while you do your thing.”
>Cheto walks over to the seemingly stabilizing stallion’s bed, sitting on the floor behind her.
>His hands pass somewhat closely to Nova’s body as he uses the bed's edges as support to sit down.
(Narcolespy? Is that a fancy way to say that someone’s a druggie? Unsure.)
“So who is this Lejura you were keeping company? She seems mischievous from your conversation with Torven.”
>While he would try to get as much juicy body details as possible, Gallo doesn’t want to be labelled as an outright pervert by either her or Torven, so he opts for a simple look at her face for now.
Karl "Spruce" Osmundsson
!aGuq39zDO2
WmHLw
?
No.206539
206973 207352
>>206316
>>205848

>Spruce's grip on his weapon tightens as the little guy begins to hop up and down at his last suggestion.
>Uh oh.
"We should advance carefully then. I guess your friend doesn't want unsuspecting guests huh?"
>As everyone begins to turn and look off in the direction of... Something, some sort of disturbance.
>Then the chitqu ran in fear to Adon's leg.
>Wha-
>The sighting of, what Spruce assumed to be some sort of alarm system floating towards them.
"Oh shoot! The alarm moves!"
>He takes a quick look at it.

[1d6 = 4]
B. Perception
[1d6 = 3]

>Spruce then dashed for the nearest bit of cover, whatever it may be to get behind it!

[1d6 = 4]
B. Sprint
[1d6 = 1]

[1d6 = 5]
B. Stealth
[1d6 = 2]

Spiral's Lab: A REAL Problem
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206549
206554
>>206499
>Hearing zero response from either the Councilmare or the usually highly active unicorn, all you receive is the errant noise of a hoof clicking on stone.

>Instantly delivering a series of data packets, the Spiral A.I. freezes during the process, resuming function half a second later.
"This Construct is jamming every frequency I can pick up and a bunch that I don't even understand! I don't even have anywhere near the processing power to break through it but I'll try carefully-"
[1d6 = 4]
<B.Electronic Warfare
[1d6 = 3]

>Transmitting both binary and hexadecimal code in a broadband pattern, the A.I. takes on a blank, static image, showing every conceivable triangle pattern in existence across the helmet's internal display, and some that tore away your rigid consciousness in trying to understand them.
[1d20+5 = 23]
<Insanity

"I'm starting to understand why the inhabitants of this world can't understand Constructs sir, they're so far past ninth dimension physics I feel like my self-awareness programming is starting to fragment into little pieces!"
[1d20+5 = 7]
<Insanity

>Whether it understood or not, another of the unidentified rifle-barrel sized emplacements snaps out from the top hemisphere's left side, emitting a stomach churning resonation.
[1d6 = 1]
<Nausea

[1d6+5 = 10]
<Environmental Scan
[1d6+2 = 8]
<?????
[1d6+8 = 13]
<Auto-Logistics
[1d6+9 = 12]
<Damaged Auto-Repair Matrix
[1d6+9 = 15]

[1d6+9 = 11]
<Superior Electronic Warfare: Sweep-Jamming Protocols
[1d6+9 = 15]

[1d6+9 = 10]

>The small triple-missile equipped pod swivels backwards and faces northwest, the modified NOAH A.I. indicating a trajectory towards the Clinic while whispering in horror.
"If those are plasma, neutron, or nuclear tipped, we are fucked, sir."
Astral Poinsettia
The GM L.O.N.T
Kbsga
?
No.206551
206553 206555
>>206360
>Astral yelped and flopped backwards into the spring, the very loud noise scaring her.
"Oh antlers!"
>She sputtered as she stood up. Standing in the spring she Listened fully to the bulky human about the VERY angry looking Pegasi, which in response Astral closed her eyes in contemplation.
"I see, I apologize for potentially ruining your relaxation."
>The Pred-elk sighed, head bowed in the ponies direction, which drowned her snoot.
>Making her sneeze underwater.
>'I must remind myself that not all ponies like us, and some ponies are quite peculiar.'

>She felt sorry for Raindrop Raspberry but did not want to leave the Spring, for she knew it would be a futile endeavour to placate her now.

>>206398
"I am sorry for spoiling your fun 'Engineseer'."
>Poinsettia said. She was no longer on the human females buttcheeks and was sitting near the Springs edge with a calm expression, the bold and cheeky attitude drowned for the time being.

"Nice to make your acquaintance, Mallia Castellia."
>A small smile grew on the Pred-elks lips, and, despite it not having pupils the Engineseer had the distinct feeling it was drinking in her naked bodies 'features'.
"And I have never seen a human female before either. I am glad I am not disappointed Lady Castella."

>The Pred-elks eyes were certainly not natural, or what came across as natural on this world. There was certainly something magical about them.
"Are you with that other human and...pensive Pegasi?"


Different Knight, Smaller Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206553
206555 206561
>>206398
>Noting a quick flash of combat-lingo signs above the boulder, Chisan's black gloved hand signals you to stall for time.. diplomatically, if all possible or if you felt like it.
>The last signal and resulting thumbs up may have been something about a Blind grenade, or possibly a Concussion grenade?
>You didn't know Scion codes well enough to determine which.

>>206551
[1d6+3 = 6]
<Knight Raindrop Raspberry
[1d6+3 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 6]
<Inquisitorially Sanctioned Imperium Ambassador Chisan Nas
[1d6+4 = 7]

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.206554
>>206549
>Pareidolia winces at the afterimages of static cutting through his vision and the mild sensation of nausea coursing from the Construct.
>He grits his teeth, muttering to the A.I.

"Stop... trying. If I die or you're compromised, wipe yourself."

>He watches as the missile pods rotate and leaves his rifle to hang from its sling, reaching out one hand towards the largest power crystal in the room and the other towards the Construct.

"Intervening."

[1d6+1 = 3]
< Lightning Strike
[1d6+1 = 4]

[1d6+1 = 7]

[1d6+1 = 7]

>Focusing, he draws the energy stored in the power crystals in the room urging them to arc through him as a living channel and lance into the Construct at a single point and fry it from within with as much power as possible.
>At the same time he attempts to dodge any retaliation from the Construct, dodging to the side as the lightning arcs.

[1d6+2 = 5]
< Expert Evasion + M-F Circlet
[1d6+2 = 6]

[1d6+2 = 5]

[1d6 = 2]
< Expert Ambush
[1d6 = 4]

[1d6 = 5]

Mallia Castella
CNwwv
?
No.206555
206561 206626
>>206553
"Uhh..."
>Mallia, once again, looked away from the predelk, distracted as she double takes on the hand signals from the stormtrooper.
>She furrowed her brow and pursed her lip as she lowkey barely translates the LAST signal which, last she heard, was a prelude to a grenade about to be tossed.
>Or something.

(What did he mean by that?...)
(I don't understand, do I need to take cover?)

>Her naked body tangibly tenses up, her eyes darting nervously for a brief second.
>She simply relied on her machine spirits for that one, sending a query to her micro-cogitator for a 'translation' to the signal she had just seen, just to make sure.
>Then, within the same second, she sends a command back to her auspex which was still semi-hidden behind another boulder; asking it to make a scan of the 'Predatory Elk' that was sitting near her position, and send her some details on whether or not this 'elk' is sending strong Psyker energies.

[1d6+1 = 2]
<B. Tech-Use + MIU
[1d6+1 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 3]
<CQ. Auspex Scan: Astral Poinsettia

>Until finally, after all of the commands had been issued, she sighed out a slow, stressed sigh and pursed her lip into her cheek. Slowly turning her eyes back to the predelk.
>She didn't particularly mind being 'scanned'. Again. Though she nonetheless utilized her mechadendrite to cover her supple breasts, and her hands to cover her groin.

>>206551
>Though it didn't take very long for her to begin smiling to the predelk in earnest again, if a bit more tensly, as she regained her breath from the workout; her chest heaving every odd breath.
>Her green eyes dart over the predelk, taking note of the suddenly calm expression, and blinking a couple times when she is referred to by rank.

"Pensive? I'd call that anger, if you asked me."

>Mallia asked simply, curiously asked; her eyes narrowing slightly. Briefly sparing her hands from shielding her more intimate parts between her legs to bundle up her long, flowing, shoulder length brown hair and start squeezing the water from it with a few tugs and grabs.
"To be honest, yeah I am with them. Though I've just met them... As a matter of fact, I only entered this strange world less than an hour ago."
>She lets out a little huff, as she began to lower herself back down onto her knees with some grace.
>Mallia quietly sits down on her haunch, combing her hair with her fingers as she speaks softly, and with a bit of a childishly everpresent mirth in her voice.

"And don't worry,"
>Her smile widened into a grin, puffing out a happy sigh as she finally steadied her breath.
"I was laughing so much I was running out of breath. I will accept this as a break, if anything!"
>The woman giggled mirthfully, nodding towards the predelk. Before pausing, and quirking an eyebrow.
"How ... Long have you been watching us for? Just curious."


Astral Poinsettia
The GM L.O.N.T
Kbsga
?
No.206561
206626 206637
>>206553
>>206555

>Astral shrugged her shoulders.
"Tomato potato."
>An odd and most definitely wrong saying.

>The Pred-elk dipped her head lower into the water till its surface was right below her eyes, the steam coming off it soothing her body.
>Seeing the human female go about drying her mane and revealing herself, a spurt of bubbles came out of Astrals' nose.
>'Oh my!'
"I-I see. Welcome to Tallus."

>Astral reciprocated the smile.
"All right then, if you say so."

>With a tilt of the head she thought, spacing out as she recalled. A moment later she did recall, a click the tongue (which made an arc of electricity connecting her copper teeth) seeing her warm attitude return.
"Not long, minutes before I cannon balled into the Spring. Which I came here for some relaxation of my own."

Razorback Clinic: Nova Flicker
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206564
206565
>>206504
>Making an agitated noise in the back of her throat, Nova Flicker lightly places her hoof on the unconscious pegasi's neck.
"New or not there are two main protocols to be observed. First, do less harm than the treatment requires. Second, give the patient what they require save for absurd or lewd requests."
>Nose wriggling at the cloud dissipating, upon sitting next to the crystalline mare she tilts her head up and gazes towards the west door, her entire face creasing in disgust.
"Not a pony that I dare to send others to deal with easily. She is a wretched, easily amused, cunning mare whom is obsessed with committing unnecessarily lewd acts even while recovering from multiple crippling injuries. She uses her intellect to feign ignorant innocence in an effort in trample upon the honorable principles of other ponies. If she were not so valuable I would have allowed Doctor Tipper to throw her Lejura into a cold crevasse to freeze to death slowly."
>Focusing her attentions onto the young pegasi's wounds and nodding slightly at each one slowly beginning to close over, the crystalline unicorn breathes a sigh of relief.
[1d6+4 = 10]
<Auto-Field Regen
"I cannot perform any further healing or he will begin developing scar tissue and suffering nerve damage. He will stabilize and recovery naturally so long as I am here."

>Finding the self-described liaison a rigidly focused healer, like Frost Egg but with more variable moods, the mare's ears flick towards you, eyes turning to give a confused stare.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.206565
206629
>>206564
>Cheto's eyes widen.
(Oh, I think this is detrimental for her comfort. Quick! Say something nice!)
"Oh, sorry. I was just so impressed at how concentrated you are. You are a natural at your job."
>A smile forms on his face, hoping she takes the excuse thrown out.
(That should do it.)

>He now places a finger on his chin.
"So basically she wants to see everyone flustered and blubbering with embarrasment. I'll keep that in mind if I ever have to talk to her. Thank you for the heads-up, Miss Flicker."
>He turns his head to see how the pony is doing now.
(She seems to have done quite a good job so far. The stallion seems more healthy now.)
"Thank you for being available at such a short notice, by the way. I would hate to fall into spontaneous situations like these."
Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.206574
206583 206607 206634
>>206367
>Finding and then promptly devouring white-wrapped bar, Jeff realizes it contents. It was pretty darn good, and he's not even a big fan of white chocolate.
>And the little zip of what reminds him of Kahlua was really nice!
>Mercy whispers to him from the back, looking for an opinion.
"I'm a little biased here, since I love anything coffee-flavored. Ally's makes great snack too, though! There's one more in the bottooooom."
>Holding the can by the open lid he tilts it into Mercy's field of vision, shaking the snack can enticingly.

>>206308
>Jeff frowns slightly at Sunny's apparent impromptu arrival. They're SUPPOSED to me getting them issued, by default.
"No, there's plenty to go around. Nova Flicker isn't particularly well versed on new recruits and etcetera. We'll get you one issued, when we return."
>He catches her stare, realizing he's projecting.
>She continues, talking about herself. And bringing up drinking a lot.
>He kinda wished she didn't, but it's really a funny way to admit being an alcoholic.
"Oh, that's alright. I can't get some ponies and people to shut up, when on a job."
>It makes him chuckle a bit.
"Hmm. Fun, huh? Well, I like drinking as much as anyone else. I like to exercise, play a couple different sports, card games, clean my guns, shoot them..."
>Mulling over anything else, he looks down at his hand on the wheel.
"I guess I enjoy adventuring, lately. No one gets hurt intentionally, chance for treasure and old relics. Maybe uncover a long-dead civilization, or awaken an ancient evil!"
>He says the last part far too enthusiastically.
"Oh-ho. I'd love to know what the Councilerge says about us. Probably nothing I've already heard of before."

>>206296
>Clem rings back in, and Jeff's relieved he can still hear him.
*"Just checking connectivity, over."*
Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.206577
206973
>>206316
>Planning on drawing a sword, Adon catches sight of... what the hell was that?!
>It was slow, round, and glowing orange.
"Did what?"
>Is THAT what a Construct looked like?
>Any other questions he possibly had to pushed to the back of his head as Golden Horn behinds rushing for cover.
>Yeah. Probably a good idea to not get spotted by that thing.
>He also apparently has poor luck at utilizing this world's invisibility nature.
>At any rate, the Witcher follows the unicorn behind the boulder as quick as possible to get out of the wake of the Construct.
>If Golden Horn was that cautious, he didn't want to see what it was capable of.
[1d6+1 = 5]
<B.Sprint
[1d6+1 = 4]

[1d6 = 6]
<U.Stealth
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.206582
206639
>>206145
"Yeah, CLinic needs stuff to run."
>Zhun can't remember the things about the nursing staff here other than the extreme work ethic of Tipper and Nova being a weird pony barring the narcolepsy
>"Oh hey that bounty. Shame the ponies aren't getting a show unless a miracle happens."
>So two places
>Crystal Empire or Zebraica
>"We have zebras?"
"And where would I look for the supplies to buy? Just bulk merchants or refer to the doctors? And uh, how would I do money?"

Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.206583
206694 206776
>>206147
>>206574
"Yep, same direction."
>He stop following the vessel as it goes behind the trees
>He pack up the scope and makes his descent down...carefully
>He radios into Jeff
"Status update, the vessel seems to be landing in the Basin Arena. Heading there now."
>Hitting the ground level, Clem makes his way to the Basin Arena with the help of his map
>He does want to keep an eye on the herd of batponies and minotaurs
>Regardless, he maintains his route on paths set on the map

Sunny Feathers
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.206607
206634 206776
1418165007268.png
>>206367
>Grunting in affirmation, Sunny nodded at Boris.
"Yes, but only if you get caught, or you're important enough to have bounty hounters sent to collect you. Otherwise what they think doesn't really matter."
>She smiled as the golem got booped.

>>206574
"I'll try to stay in shouting distance then, I don't think you'll need me to go far this time out anyway, so no harm done."
>She could feel the judgement on her alcoholism and said nothing more on the matter.
>As long as she didn't drink on the job and paid her tab, she was fine, right? Right.
>Listening to Jeff's return of surface level interests, Sunny giggled a little bit at the reference to adventuring and dead civilizations.
"Well there's a lot of those around, we might wind up living out a Daring Do novel in a little bit, come to think of it. Pity we don't have the hat."
>Tapping her muzzle with a bladed feather gently, Sunny thought on her previous contracts in Stalliongrad. A lot of what she learned was likely out of date by now, but there may be some amusing tidbits.
"Strangely enough, as much as the Councilierge hate you, Razorback, a lot of them express interest in owning a human for themselves. I overheard some bragging that some already do, but whether that's true or not is up for debate. Let's see... What else, what else."
>She grinned widely, Jeff probably knew this already, it wasn't exactly a secret.
"Ah, number five might attempt to pay you to never interact with Stalliongrad ever again because of... Well, I'm sure you've heard enough congratulatory remarks by now. They also don't consider you, personally, a threat as well due to that."
>She scratched at the side of her head with a hoof tip, thinking.
"There's not much else, really. It was some time ago and they tend not to discuss high level information around the maids, one of which I was very carefully pretending to be. General information about Razorback they've been able to gather, about your members, your capabilities, personal associations, all ranked by threat level."
Spiral's Lab, A REAL Problem
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206624
206735
>Shutting off all non-essential systems, the A.I.'s image reverts to a basic caricature of Spiral, hooves thrown upwards and caught in mid-shout of something causing him anger.
"Shouldn't I be wiping myself right now instead of later sir?!"

>Upon extending the other hand out, the whole of Tallus bends away from your demand.
>Within your mind's eye, an impossibly giant mare's mouth was smiling derisively, then begins spreads ever wider than an entire dimension could be comprehended, each syllable of following laughter a pounding nail in the coffin of helplessness.
>Trying to focus on the many power crystals spread throughout the Lab, each one displays their supreme, noble disgust at the feebly infinitesimal speck of Otherworld annoyance assaulting them, a gulf of eternity separating you from their precious contents.
[1d6 = 5]
<Minor Insanity

>Ignoring the Construct's momentary weapon caused nausea, a brilliant crackle of multicolored particles whips off your free hand as a diver uses a springboard, slapping the perfectly round, non-cheese, non-snackworthy hull's frontal hemisphere.
>Still on the lab's unnatural floor, the Construct's energy weapon systems exhibit mechanical distress, the laser and plasma batteries firing in random, spastic directions.
[1d6 = 6]
<Accuracy
>Unknown Construct Model: Targeting Systems severely damaged, 2 turns remaining.

"This thing's jamming got much worse, it's broadcasting in theoretical dimensions n- WARNING, EVADE NOW!"

>Retaining focus of the unknown rifle-barreled weapons and the triple-barreled missile pod, the first two cease their nauseating hum, subtle whines of hyper-advanced coilguns discharging in ringing screams of fractured sub-atomic particles.
[1d6+4 = 9]
<????? #1
[1d6+4 = 9]
<????? #2

>The triple-barreled pod meanwhile gives a hollow *THUNK*, launching a lone, silm silver projectile, roughly the size of a 2.5" Hydra-pod rocket in the northwest direction of the Clinic.
[1d6+4 = 7]
<?????: Tracking Systems

[1d6-1 = 5]
<Environmental Scan
[1d6-4 = 0]
<?????
[1d6+1 = 7]
<Auto-Logistics
[1d6+2 = 7]
<Crippled Auto-Repair Matrix
[1d6+2 = 5]

[1d6+2 = 4]

[1d6+2 = 6]
<Superior Electronic Warfare: Sweep-Jamming Protocols
[1d6+2 = 6]

[1d6+2 = 7]

"You can punish me later sir, attempting connection to internal radio systems now!"
[1d6 = 6]
<B.Electronic Warfare: Counter-Jamming
[1d6 = 2]

Different Knight, Smaller Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206626
206637 206686
>>206555
>Filtering through known Tempestus Scion battle-lingo, the Mars made micro-cogitator translates that Chisan was actually signaling for: 'diplomatic incident in progress, attempting forceful reconciliation'.
>It was still possible he intended to use a Concussion grenade on the pegasus Knight, that is, if he could not calm the xenos sufficiently, though he'd be relatively safe from the effects given his carapace armor and helmet.

>Picking up a brief scan, the auspex's Machine Spirit immediately confuses the cervine-like sapient across from you for a hostile Khornate Juggernaut.
>Reading out that it was probably a living being, the Pred-Elk was also suffused with a much greater concentration of this world's environmental energies, but had a 99.9% chance of eating you and a 0.1% chance of [REDACTED] if it wasn't hungry.
>Curiously, the redacted word was followed by an Inquisition approved message warning all Administratus Mechanicus adherents to be wary of Slaaneshi tendencies and Heretek behavior.. which only left one possibility.
>A very, very bad one for your frail, newly human body; that is, if the auspex was correct.

>>206561
[1d6+3 = 6]
<Knight Raindrop Raspberry
[1d6+3 = 4]

[1d6+4 = 9]
<Inquisitorially Sanctioned Imperium Ambassador Chisan Nas
[1d6+4 = 9]

Razorback Clinic: Nova Flicker
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206629
206641
>>206565
>making a visible effort in removing her hoof from the young Prench stallion's neck, the healer lifts her hoof and places it into her mane, clearly searching for something with a frown.
"I am not entirely sure if I can agree with that. Half of my life was spent in the Empire's most prestigious schools, colleges, and workshops in perfect safety-"
>Adding some light sarcasm to the word, using the other hoof to gesture to the few wounds streaking her coat while removing a tiny red gem with the first, placing it down on the pegasi's barrel with a gentle giggle.
"The other half was spent utilizing that knowledge during my travels throughout Equestria. I did not receive any formal combat training but I was quite successful in applying my knowledge to direct combat. You understand the irony, yes?"
>Making a short motion over the gem, the odd carnelian unicorn bows her head in a positive motion, turning a delicately amused smile in your direction.
"In short, yes. Torven is one of the few ponies I dare to ask in keeping her company. He will not harm her yet he can perform a high degree of non-serious humiliation which will force her into a state of quiet submission. Humbling a titled noble or royal is one of the purest joys that a batpony can achieve. I believe that his grumbling was merely that he could not, shall I say, 'forcefully' humiliate her for unwanted advances. She is a vital patient of Razorback, after all."
>Returning her attention to the pegasus, now breathing in aery, deep respirations, Nova Flicker lifts her shoulders in a short, graceful motion.
"Not at all, sehr. My oaths require service before splendor, as the saying goes, and I do my best to achieve any medical duties give, by the wa-"
>Falling silent, the partially crystalline mare's eyes roll up into into her skull, mouth hanging open as she slowly slides downwards into an uncomfortable sitting position.
>That was either narcolepsy, or something much, much worse.
A Cryptic Lunar Crypt
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206634
206776 206803
>>206574
>Feeling the blind pegasi's inquisitive focus, a hoof snakes forwards into the can, quickly snagging one of the brown paper wrapped oatmeal bars, tearing it open and snarfing the entire thing in one bite, speaking coarsely afterwards.
"Have to pass, coffee makes me feel.. like running, or worse."
>Razorback rumors abounded as to Mercy's eating habits, most of them fairly innocuous but unsubtle, especially her tendency to trade sweets and pastries for boring, yet healthy foods.

>>206607
"You have won the honor this time Miss Mercy but I must ask you not to taunt me further. We have yet to decide whom shall redecorate Hodch's smoking room."
>Much too slow to catch the hoof, the Belligerent simply grunts in response.
"It is not a matter of getting caught Miss Feathers. Cloudsdale presents itself on being cohesive, tradionalist, and industrious when the reality is that it is ruled by a despot and most of the inhabitants are more xenophobic than Germaneigh. Their close relations with Gozka are seen by many as ironic given that the Gozkans are considered to be degenerate by Hegemony standards. Acceptably mild but degenerate nonetheless though their Rangers are more widely available and thus relied upon than the Hegemony's elite Kratha Klave."

>Checking the TacPad again, passing the 3/4 mark to the crypt, the radio's static had overwhelmed the classic rock being played by one of Lonestar's many channels.
>Likewise, Clemencry's last transmission was now broken into nothing more than short bits of fragmented squelches and random static.
Mallia Castella
yAGog
?
No.206637
206686 206754
>>206626
>The oncoming translation of the Stormtrooper's hand signals prompted Mallia to actually relax her shoulders in relief, but also quirk an eyebrow and shift her eyes in a moment of contemplation.

(Forceful reconciliation?)
(Sounds... Dangerous? That's probably the right word for it.)

>Regardless, she quickly shifts her focus back onto the predelk after the little 'saying'; which she, of course didn't recognize and began to tilt her head in confusion towards.
>She kept staring at Poinsettia, smiling a little bit to her 'welcome, even replying with a cheerful sounding:
"Thank you! This world is much more accommodating than the one I died on! No otherworldly monsters jumping out of puddles, no... Nothing!... Really..."

>>206561
>Almost at the same time, her expression was beginning to change again. And her voice was increasingly hesitant until it simply turns to a whisper.
>As the data from her auspex came to her she ended up sitting there, slack jawed, in a deeply concerned and worried look.
>This isn't helped by the sight of what looked to be an arc of electricity around Poinsettia's copper looking teeth.

(WHATDOYOUMEAN??!)
(KHORNATE JUGGERNAUT??!)
(CUTIE!?)
(WHAT!!)

>Mallia's mouth quickly shuts and her lip purses. Outwardly she takes a deep, DEEP breath that heaved her chest and cleavage; lowkey letting her hair go now that it wasn't dripping as much, and went back to covering her groin. Again.
>Internally she was screaming, in a panic, at her auspex to scan again and confirm what it had just told her. Mostly because she feared for her life and her purity.
>She quickly evaluated her trust in her auspex. She loved her auspex very much and hadn't failed her yet, so she ended up trusting it a bit too much.
>But she still tells it to double check.

[1d6+2 = 5]
<CQ. Auspex Scan

>It was lucky that she was already pale of skin, and wet. Because she was suddenly sweating, coldly. Her cheeks loose their flush, as she goes pale and her head recoils slightly.
"HhhHHHHhh..."
>She can't stifle her concern entirely, as it grows. A sound from the back of her throat making itself heard to the sensitive ears of the predelk.

>She begins to change her posture of sitting rather quickly. Instinctively transitioning to a more 'defensive' stance.
>And by that, she simply goes back to sitting on her butt and raising her knees up to her chest, and then wrapping her arms around them to hide herself. Her mechadendrite raising over her back like a coiled snake, facing the predelk.

>Despite the WORRY and CONCERN, as well as the different posturing, her tone TRIES to even out.
>Though when Mallia speaks again, her voice is tiny and a bit hesitant.
"O-oh. S-so, y--... -hmm..."
>She giggled, mostly nervously, and gave herself another nod.
"You have pretty e-eyes, by the way! Do--do all predatory elk have them?"
>Smooth.
"H-hey! I have another question, actually!"
>Her eyes widen and her tone picks up as she actually composes herself,
"You know those big Sequoya trees? Did you know there's metal inside of them? I want to know more about them!..."

>She grinned, innocently, and also staying rather tense.
The Bulletin Board
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206639
206795
>>206582
>Hearing a rather brutal sip of alcohol being taken somewhere inside the Command Center, Lonestar chuckles briefly, then speaks again.
*"Not jes' th'Clinic, Alchemy Lab's out too Hodch came an'said mos'everythang's been gone since midnight or thereabouts. Guess th'Wardens what showed up ta take care'a them fillies an'colt been busy. Cain't blame 'em, we jes' need an unscheduled supply run is all."*
>Easily finding the few notes on Zebraica, no one had yet made contact with any of the countries, city-states, or independent regions across the continent, papers rustling over the radio quickly.
*"Nah, ain'even gonna bother wit'Tipper or them. We got a big contract deal goin'wit' some bunch named.. 'ere we go, they's called th'Greater Frozen Coast Consortium. Raw bulk ingredient warehouse runnin' outta th'Crystal City-State. Somewhere 'round Industrial Sector Four South, Translocation Stone Numb'r Nine. If ya do feel like goin', 'ead there an' look 'em up, they'll send Naliyna a bill. Most th'Empire know'er pretty well so's they let us ride fer a couple months on payments. Jes' tell 'em we need a complete restock this once."*
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.206641
206780
>>206629
>Cheto nods.
"I suppose. I only know that a person with experience can always beat one that has formal training every single time."
(I wonder what she specialized in. Engineering, maybe?)

>His brow furrows as he listen to Torven's methods to deal with Lejura.
(Mierda, I wonder what makes her super valuable to this organization with an attitude like that.)

>Gallo's lips extends towards the sides of his cheeks, eyes widening and brow ascending.
(What?)
>An arm extends to wrap around her chest, palm resting on her crest.
(I should check to see if she's breathing still.)
>His free hand moves towards her muzzle, aiming to feel the air she exhales by placing his hand near her nostrils without blocking them.
(Is this what made Torven worried that she were asleep? Is it really that bad?)
>While holding her in such a position, curiosity strikes.
(Hmm. I wonder how her mane feels like. Is it as smooth as a gem? Maybe each strand has a different texture of gem or crystal?)
>He shakes his head.
(Not now. I need to see if Nova's okay and makes sure she stays that way.)
>His thoughts stray to the mane's texture and allure.
(That mane though. Maybe a little stroke after ensuring she's breathing normally.)
Astral Poinsettia
The GM L.O.N.T
/y8rA
?
No.206686
206754 206760
>>206626
>>206637

>Asrtal tilted her head to the side, concern obvious as she watched Mallia have a small panic attack.
"Are you...All right deer?"

>Standing up in the Spring the Pred-elk slowly waded through the steamy water towards the Engineseer, her voice going low.
"Um, yes. We all do, a by-product in out creation or rebirth, as some say."

>Ears flicking she glanced up to the large surrounding trees, still walking towards the human female.
"I did indeed, though I do not eat them for my nutrients, I do that by eating meat, I am a predator after all!"
>She said innocently, teeth bare to show them off.
South of Basin Village: Scouting
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206694
206793
>>206583
>Climbing down the Mangoes & Merchants building ladder to ground level, hefting the tripod scope onto your shoulder and setting off south towards the Basin Arena, the square was still mostly filled with Destroyers awaiting orders.
>Ignored by batponies and minotaurs, aside from a few bulls and cows giving their odd salutes, you follow down the same, newly rebuilt stone pathway the cow had been leading her three Destroyer squadrons south.

>Unfortunately, your radio crackles out after the report, Jeff in the Dagor now too far away and without a receiver-transmitter to maintain communication at range under the mass jamming.

>Keeping an easy, steady near-running pace at 15MPH, which even most ponies around the Fortress found hard to believe until they recently watched you, it takes a couple minutes to catch up with the Hegemonic cow's three squadrons of professional suicide manabombers.
>Receiving a friendly, if not slightly envious snort from the cow, the giant, half-dome Arena structure comes into view, now surrounded by a massive pathway of large black sandstone slabs amidst the many twisted, native Moors trees.
>Around each slab were rather recent, carefully rebuilt stone huts clustered in quartets, probably left there after the earth ponies of Tartarus Isle finished their work.
>In the misty treeline above, the converted silverine sailing vessel was barely in view, the bow oriented straight upwards while turbine engine-like sounds denoted it was about to perform landing procedures, although it obviously couldn't land on the east, north, or west side of the Arena.
Jamal Ratchet
!PsOrb9esFQ
U/Kel
?
No.206725
206781
>>205552
>Haven gotten his haul, Jamal stuffs all but three of the bags in his back pack, the last three taking up pockets on his vest.
>The rings however prompt him to stare blankly at them, at least until he raises it in the air.
"Alright, who knows what de fuck these are for?"
>After a minute passes or he gets an answer, he stuffs them in his bag and swaggers out the messhall, confident in his niggarich status from not having bills to pay.
>Once outside, he makes a detour to the single most important building on base, The Shack.
>Upon arriving, Jamal makes a whooping noise kind of like a police cruiser about to go on a chase before throwing the door open.
"Freeze mothafuckas! It's the popo! I'mma need all of you spark up a fat blunt and pass it to me for evidence!"
>This is said regardless of anyone's presence in the shack.
>Jamal strolls in and begins taking stock of what 'medical supplies' are currently available.
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.206735
206786
X8V9HE7.jpg
>>206624
>An unknown existence of something overlays itself over Pareidolia's perception as he breaks into a slight weaving sprint towards the Lab's doorway to the stairwell to disengage.

[1d6+1 = 4]
< Expert Sprint + Armor Class Bonus
[1d6+1 = 4]

[1d6+1 = 6]

>It laughs at his efforts in infinite, unknowable understanding.

[Madness... beyond classification? Beyond our grasp. I can't fight this-cannot fail! No. No. Can't give it or that access to secrets-our secrets. Stairs-!]

>He dares to briefly turn his head and look back at the Construct as he pulls the pin on a flash bang grenade, tossing it behind him as he moves.

[1d6+1 = 2]
< Basic Assault +RID
[1d6+1 = 7]

>Immediately he activates his suit, returning his other hand to his F2000.
>All other stimuli drowned out as he shouts to his A.I. to brace for the flash.

[1d6+2 = 5]
< Expert Stealth (Auto) 2/4 Charges Remaining
[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 6]

[1d6 = 6]
< Expert Ambush
[1d6 = 2]

[1d6 = 5]

Unsubtle Heresies
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206754
206760 206847
>>206637
>Reading back the information display, the auspex performs an AdMech approved apology in Binary for having mistaken the unusual, most likely sapient cervine for a Juggernaut.
>It did, however, state that the cervine contained a degree of natural, taint-free energies that rivaled lesser Warp daemons, although they weren't hostile and, performing a quick sensor analysis to check again, potentially helpful.. though the Machine Spirit was unsure how exactly.
>Making a quick comparison between the pegasus and the current environment, the cervine was tagged as a friendly, if not potential ally.

>>206686
>Stomping around the hot spring's protective boulder, Chisan raises a hand to acquire their attention, calling out in warning towards Mallia.
"Enginseer, our Inquisitor has confirmed a potential Abominable Intelligence within Razorback Fortress. Our orders are to defend the Fortress and destroy it at all costs but it will take approximately fifteen minutes for myself and Knight Raindrop to arrive on foot.. and hoof."
>Pausing for a moment to groan, the Stormtrooper unslings the Rifle, afterwards turning his helmet towards the Pred-Elk.
"Miss Poinsettia, are you capable of direct teleportation to Razorback Fortress? If so I request that you deliver Enginseer Mallia Castella there."
Mallia Castella
yAGog
?
No.206760
206847
>>206686
>Mallia was, for some reason, not encouraged by the seemingly innocent response from the strange xeno.
>She was starting to put her hands onto the ground to push herself to her feet, as she frantically speaks.
"I am definitely, positively, alright!"
>She very nervously puts up a tone of faux confidence, which is a bit shaky but, for the most part, makes her sound 'alright'.
>Even as she swiftly shifted her legs to get them beneath her, and then quickly get back up to a standing position without turning away from the predelk, her still wet but drying hair flopping across her neck and cheek as she moved about.

>In spite of her Auspex tagging the xeno as an ally, the Enginseer continued to be very reluctant to regard Poinsettia calmly. Her body tense and moving with carefully non-sudden movements as she fully straightened up.
(This thing terrifies me, I want my lasgun back.)
>Her mechadendrite wraps itself around her breasts once more, covering them, mostly.
>She gave a cough and an uneasy smile, her hands clapping infront of her with a mixture of discomfort and confidence.
>But before she can do more than open her mouth to speak, her eyes dart to the side as a stormtrooper waves at her peripheral vision.

>>206754
>Her mouth remained agape as Chisan spoke and told her such things. Her eyes widened like dinner plates, and, for a moment, all that comes out of her mouth is:

"What--!? REALLY?! I-INSIDE the Fortress??"
"Omnissiah!! I AM NOT READY!!"

>Upon having shotgunned questions towards the stormtrooper, she doesn't stick around to hear his answers, as she turns tail and, despite still being rather wet from the bath, rushes back behind the boulder where she had stashed her wargear and armor.
>She internally hoped the sun had dried her enough, but she was still quite damp, and might get pretty cold at this rate. Luckily the climate wasn't too chilly.

>She gives her micro-cogitator the command to prepare the Canticles of Battle, and give praise to the Omnissiah. As she begins to pick up her undergarment.
"The Omnissiah protects!! Rouse the Machine Spirits as battle approaches!"
>She feeds the faithful fire in herself; then puts her mechadendrite into a position to be hugged, giving it said quick hug, and then starts scrambling to pick up her clothes. Still not using Techna-Lingua unless necessary.
>Mallia, in that moment, decided she didn't care to dry up, and thusly begins to throw on her clothes with trained, experienced quickness.
>Perhaps too quickly, as she nearly trips more than once while putting on the socks and the underwear. Hopping up and down and holding onto the boulder.

(WORST, TIMING, EVER. AS ALWAYS. Bah! I didn't know it was Tuesday!!)
Jeff
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.206776
206803
>>206634
>Jeff shrugs and moves the snack can up with him, after Mercy takes what she wants out of it.

>>206607
"Heh, I've read a few Daring Do's. I still have five other places that need salvaging. I'd rather be doing this than... what we usually do."
>If he had an additional comment, it came out as an incomprehensible grumble.
>Listening to Sunny's first comment about the Councilerge, Jeff nods to it. But then smirks at the second part.
"Yeah. I've heard about their desire to keep us as some kind of trophy pet. Not interested. Hah! Really? I might take five up on that. I can use some spending money. Huh? They don't consider ME a threat? Why is that now?"
>Despite the war and battles, having an infamy or even a bounty on his head by his enemies always gave him some odd satisfaction.
"Huh, you infiltrated as a maid? Aren't you a mare of many talents. Wouldn't mind seeing what they had on us. I guess it's all relative, at this point. Stalliongrad has enough problems being frozen into an glacier for the time being."

>>206583
>Jeff hears Clem reply, but he quickly cuts out into heavy static.
>Were they that far out, already?
"Okay, ladies and Boris, bad news. We're out of radio range. Clem, and we, are on our own at this point. Good news is that we're almost there. Five minutes out, around."
Razorback Clinic: A REAL Problem
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206780
206788
>>206641
>Stopping the medic from collapsing face first into the clinic bed, the mare's abnormally soft coat felt more like smooth, short strands of silk, and was considerably warmer than a human.
>Now rhythmically snoring in steady inhales and exhales, it was time to give the pony a rub.. and the incredibly luxurious, warm mane under your fingers did not disappoint.
>That is, right up until the Clinic's unseen lighting dimmed, flickering into a bright, combat state red.
>The front door is slammed open, Torven, Naliyna, and Frost Egg rushing in, the last one turning to mostly close the door, peering outwards.
>Running straight down the east side beds, Torven grinds to a halt on his back hooves and sliding behind you, reaching out with a large set of wingclaws to stab her in the ass.
>Hard.
"Wake up you narcoleptic mess, problems!"
>Bolting upright in your arms with a loud neigh, the carnelian mare looks down, then up, head turning stare at you in shock with one eye.
"..where am I again?"

>In the front, Naliyna half-shouts in your direction while digging around underneath the desk.
"Thanks for passing out Nova, real good timing! There's a bucking Construct in the damned base and the stupid demi-sentient can't even tell us where it is!"
>Much more composed compared to the other two, the Combat Medic's voice lilts upwards in a harsh tone.
"Miss Remostrine, will there be more suitable support arriving soon?"
>Tossing a pair of white cases out from underneath, the scarred mare stomps towards the door, snarling hotly.
"How should I know?! I don't even know who's here and who isn't right now but I need to go out and get Tipper somewhere safe!"
>Opening the door enough to let the other Crystal mare through, Frost Egg says nothing as she bolts out.
[1d6+3 = 4]
<E.Sprint
[1d6+3 = 4]

[1d6+3 = 4]

>Head craning around to call in your direction, the tricolor Crystal mare's eyes narrow as she hums briefly, the robe lifting off her and being slung off her back.
"Mister Gallo, I must ask you to guard the front door. If sighted it will be a large orange sphere covered in weaponry, I recommend destroying them first. Please provide assistance should others engage the Construct, there are too many patients here to risk contact. I will do what I can to aid the situation but I am not combat poninel. You may however borrow my robe, it is resistant to the plasma and particle whip weaponry favored by Constructs."
The Shack
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206781
206790
>>206725
>Reaching the decrepit, nearly falling down structure, the inside was now thoroughly gutted.
>Little remained of the furniture, chests, nor the stacks of 'supplies' once contained within, probably having been eaten by whatever animals dared to enter.
>Checking the hole under the floorboards for anything, it too was empty, what remained little more than shredded burlap sacks woven into rat nests.

>The ham radio haphazardly shoved into your pack blares, the Texan DJ's voice calmly, but loudly, speaking into it.
*"Code fucken' Red people, Construct in the Fortress somwheres, prob'ly near th'Library judgin' how hard th'jammin' got. Whoever's close by git yer asses in gear an'head there now, Ah'm tryin' ta raise e'eryone Ah can but there ain't many on base. Any pony out there's either git indoors or pair up, no mistakes Razorback!"*
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206784
>Available Support Poninel:
#1: Naliyna
#2: Hodch
#3: Nova Flicker
#4: Marble Leaf
#5: Kitang
#6: <?????
[1d6 = 5]

The Library: A REAL Serious Problem
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206786
206788 206789 206790 206795
>>206735
"Snap out of it sir! Get outside and draw that thing away, don't let it set the Library on fire!"
[1d6 = 6]
<Recovery

>Crashing through the most likely nonexistent entity, the Construct's energy weapons begin firing into the ceiling and floor below, while something like a water balloon splashes across your armored back, spraying a sheet of silver fluid outwards into vision.
[1d6 = 4]
<???

>Landing the flashbang less than 10M from the unknown model, the bubble helmet darkens halfway while slipping into the Underdark, a brief particle cascade illuminating the tone-neutral spectrum before dissipating.
>Reaching the stairwell, the Construct's weapon can be heard humming once more with the static Spiral image begins broadcasting across the Fortress, instantly mimicking your voice.
*"Active Construct in Spiral's lab, repeat, active Construct in Spiral's lab, requesting immediate deployment of all capable combatants, converge on the Library-"*

>Clicking off the bands, the Spiral A.I. can be heard nearly crying.. which it probably could given time.
"You can delete me later and I'll definitely thank you for it sir!"

[1d6 = 2]
<Kitang: Iaratio
[1d6+7 = 9]
<M.Sprint
[1d6+7 = 9]

[1d6+7 = 11]

[1d6+7 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 10]
<Temporal Strain

[1d6+4 = 10]

[1d6+4 = 10]

Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.206788
206800
>>206780
>Cheto's lips curl down, eyebrows raised and eyes showing off approval of this mare's warm and softness.
(Oh my goodness. This feels like heaven caressing my fingers. How can this mare have such an amazing coat and mane?)

>His petting motions are stopped the moment the alarm is blaring.
>A huff of discomfort and fear escapes him, followed by a string of swears only maybe Mareixicans could understand.

>His uneasiness rises as the others expresses the pressure.
(Oh no. Here I thought I could get some studying done.)
>His eyes widen a little.
(And it's those constructs these ponies were fucked over with. I sure hope it was due to sheer numbers.)

>Cheto is a bit abashed at how nonchalant she's willing to give out her clothing.
"I suppose I have to, Miss Flicker. Thank you."
>He turns around, covering his eyes with one arms while extending the other, expecting the clothing to reach his awaiting palm to grab it.
(I am not cut out to do this, but those ponies need any help they can get.)
>A stabilizing breath as he gets the outfit and places it on him, putting it on over all other clothing.
(Okay. You got this. It's just one construct. He could be taken care of easily where the breach is.)
>Another stabilzing breath while he checks if his guns can be taken out through the robes without difficulty.
(Do any of these things even work on a construct?)
>He makes sure to tie up the open dried fruit bag as he contemplates in silence on what to do as he walks out of the front door, with the robe in tow, waving his free hand while the other is still covering his eyes a bit.
(I could try talking still. Maybe. Maybe get some actual grenades to fight this thing? I would hate to go against orders now, especially since I have no idea what to do.)
>He chuckles to himself as he unfurls his arm out of his eyes' way as he steps outside.
(One thing's for sure. I want to touch that coat again.)
>>206786
>Cheto hears where all the commotion is taking place, feeling like every possible person is needed at the site specified.
(Well, better to bunch up to try and kill it, I suppose. Someone must have sent that signal.)
>With that, he takes a look at the map to plan his route to the library, opting for the quickest route possible, and starts running to get there.
[1d6 = 3]

[1d6 = 1]
<Basic Sprining.

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.206789
206800
neo_japan_2202___phantom_confrontation_by_johnsonting-da8gcdt.jpg
>>206786

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8DekFFCE5c

>Pareidolia stumbles forward, nearly losing his footing out the door as he looks onto his shoulder in alarm.
>Continuing with his momentum sprinting up the stairs, he immediately grinds his back along the wall while drawing his combat knife to roughly remove the fluid on his helmet using the dull side of the blade.
>Trying to control his breathing, he shouts:

"Mission priority! Stay with me! I need you cognizant and grounded to eliminate this Construct! Nothing matters right now except this! This is what you were made for!"

[1d6 = 2]
< U. Speech

>Turning inward, he strains his ears to listen for any noise the Construct would be making, filtering out the stomping of his boots and harried breathing.

[1d6+2 = 4]
< Expert Perception + PA
[1d6+2 = 6]

[1d6+2 = 7]

Jamal Ratchet
!PsOrb9esFQ
U/Kel
?
No.206790
206800
Jamal goes for his evening run.jpg
>>206781
>>206786
>It was horrible, unforgivable, undeniably the worst case scenario!
>The stash was empty! No coke, no crack, nothing!
>Jamal falls to his knees and nearly weeps for the lost stash before he's interrupted by some real shit.
>He gets up and starts booking it back to the armory to pick up some real ordinance, running harder than the time his buddy's new dealer turned out to be an undercover narc.
*"Aw hell, I'mma get there shortly, just gotta pick up some shit."*
>Upon arriving, he immediately goes to the explosives section and picks up all the C4 with normal detonators available, glancing towards the alpha locker to make sure nothing funky is happening with the cannon.
>Placing the detonators in his remaining pockets and tucking the explosives into his chest, Jamal runs as hard as he can back out and towards the library.
[1d6+2 = 8]
E. Sprint
[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 6]

[1d6+2 = 8]
A Nigger
>He catches is breath once he gets there only to start hooping and chanting in his native tongue: 90's gangster rap.
"Load up the heat, if these niggas think they can fuck around. Real niggas do real real things, by all means, niggas know how we get down. It goes shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what!"
[1d6 = 6]
E. Leadership (Ranged)
[1d6 = 2]

[1d6 = 5]

[1d6 = 2]
B. Rapping
[1d6 = 5]


Clemency
!6qV.txiH5g
k88MP
?
No.206793
>>206694
>Clem makes the mental note of the radio
>"On my own. On their own. Hopefully nothing bad happens over there."
>He goes on by the moving bomb group and their herder, giving the cow a respectful nod in response
>When coming upon the Arena, he takes a moment to take in the sight
>"Never actually seen this place before...Wonder what it's actually like usually."
>He focuses on the prize above, the vessel
>Seeing it about to make a landing on the south end, he waits to see it make a landing so he can observe it from a distance
>The military presence makes him think that the vessel or it's contents may be unfriendly
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.206795
206800
>>206639
"Ah so we're fully out."
>Those alchemical...things
>Yeah, for the medical stuff and maybe other
"Sounds easy enough. Like going to the store."
>He takes some notes on who to see and where
>"Greater Frozen Coast Consortium...Crystal Empire Industrial Sector 4 South..."
"Ok, I'll see to those supplies. I'll report back when Naliyna's got the bill."
>>206786
>He would, if not for that blaring voice outside
>One that made him instantly alert, the years of training kicking in
>He unclasps the top of his box and pulls the belt out and into the receiver
>He runs out of the Bunker, muttering Chinese curses to cope with the situation, and head for the Library
[1d6 = 6]
<Basic Sprint
[1d6 = 2]


Razorback Library: A REAL Serious Problem
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206800
206804 206805 206808 206809
>Leadership: +1 to all Ranged rolls!

>>206788
>Releasing the possibly unwilling medic, whom simply stares after you in great confusion, her attention drops down to the Prench pegasus, eyes widening in recall.
(Oh.. was he petting m- DAMN IT ALL-)
[1d6+4 = 8]
<Auto-Field Regen

>Taking hold of the overly large purple robe, Frost Egg merely shoots a faux-irritated glance at you.
"Don't act so odd about this, most ponies are naked all the time. Treat that as a shield if you can and don't worry about it being destroyed, they're made to be used."
>Receiving a short hoof wave and pulling out the map, the Library was virtually south with a slight angle east.
>Taking off at a medium pace, the large, two story structure could be easily seen quite some distance away, most of the windows lit up in a dark red.
>Before you had time to question the ready state, one immense shockwave shakes the Fortress courtyard, an immense white fist smashes down through time, space, and probably multiple dimensions, punching a large orange sphere down in front of the Library.

>>206789
>Operational Cooldown: -1 to all rolls!

>Scraping the blade across the silver fluid covering the bubble helmet's rear, it quickly hardens on contact into a sheet of malleable silver, similar to Protoform yet acting more like foamed aluminum.
>The material hardens around the pinksteel dagger's tip, refusing to budge at the moment while most of your spine and back armor covered in a thin layer, but not enough to slow you down.

>Storming up the spiral staircase towards the Library's main floor, the A.I. merely responds with a terse:
"Yes sir, updating priorities-"

>Picking up the unique hum of Construct anti-gravity and repulsion systems through the helmet's external systems, the sphere can be heard ramming into the lower stairs, a loud whine emitting suddenly before.. nothing?

>Reaching the main floor, an immense shockwave rocks the Library from the north, thunder rolling while several fillies scream in the closed sitting room directly across from Spiral's lab entrance, followed by a stern, older Crystal mare shouting over the din.
"SETTLE DOWN!"
[1d6+5 = 10]
<M.Leadership: Restore Order
[1d6+5 = 10]

[1d6+5 = 11]

[1d6+5 = 11]

"What in the Committee's bucking teats?! Why are there underage civilians in this building?! Sir, permission to acquire a cybernetic body and strangle whichever idiot made such a compromising decision requested!"
[1d6 = 6]
<Enrage

>>206790
>Throwing on the internal running jam and getting in touch with your Kenyan roots, upon hustling back into the Fortress' northeast gate, a blistering peal of thunder is heart from the south.
>The Popo definitely arrived somewhere on a cloud made of hatred.
>Snagging three of the bricks and making tracks south, the blinding white fist of an angry goddess punches downwards from high above, a single tiny orange sphere crashing into the near-frozen ground in front of the Library.

>>206795
>Tearing away and hauling ass south, you barely catch the end of a large orange sphere punched downwards from the remains of an ethereal, white fist, dissipating before it could reach the ground.
>The Construct, if that IS what it is, remains motionless during your charge for a short time, then pulses a bright, hostile orange, multiple weapon pods and small emplacements glowing across the hull.

>Unknown Construct Model: engaged
[1d6-1 = 5]
<Environmental Scan
[1d6-4 = 1]
<?????
[1d6+1 = 5]
<Auto-Logistics
[1d6+2 = 3]
<Crippled Auto-Repair Matrix
[1d6+2 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 3]

[1d6+2 = 4]
<Superior Electronic Warfare: Sweep-Jamming Protocols

>From the southwest end of the Fortress near the Tartarus Isle & Guard encampment comes a flare of scarlet and gold, a young earth pony mare shrieking in pure Japoneighse rage, taking a massive leap across the courtyard towards the Library.
"BANZAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIII!"
[1d6+4 = 9]
<Honor Guard Enrage
[1d6+12 = 13]
<M.Lunge
[1d6+7 = 12]
<Reaction Speed
[1d6+7 = 8]

[1d6+7 = 8]

[1d6+7 = 11]

[1d6 = 2]
<Inquisitorial Distress Beacon

Sunny Feathers
!SunnyxtS66
/YMcj
?
No.206803
This getup looks dumb, they better pay me well for this.png
>>206634
"All I meant was that if you don't enjoy living there and leave, becoming a wanted criminal in the process, it doesn't really matter since you obviously don't intend to go back. Of course, unless they decide to send somepony after you, in which case you should worry. You are correct though, it's generally not a fun place to visit, and should be left alone."
>The mare made some wing motions as though to push something away.
"We leave them alone, they leave us alone, everypony's happy. Well, they aren't, but they're never happy. Satisfied I guess."

>>206776
"Who knows why, maybe they guess you'll settle down with Mrs Belltower and stop interfering with them, especially if Five pays you off. An olive branch, so to speak. I'd take it if offered, I may not like the councilierge, but they classify Razorback as an extreme short term threat and a non-existent one long term, whether that means they'll try to deal with Razorback peaceably or eliminate it entirely was something I was unable to find out. Inclining them towards the negotiation of a truce, or at the very least a promise to leave each other alone is just as good as neutralising them as a threat and far easier."
>She drew her forelegs up to her chest as she leaned back into the chair comfortably, squirming a bit to find a similarly comfortable position for her rump. Human seats were not easy to sit in.
"Nine wants your head on a plate, though, and is willing to pay two hundred and fifty grand in gems to get it. For frame of reference though, Mercy has two point five million on hers in rare and exotic gems. So you're not doing too bad, getting the attention of a ruling member is an accomplishment in itself."
>The mare went quiet for a long minute, her cheeks red as she tapped her hooves together, eyes firmly fixed down on them.
"Ah, yes, well. Infiltration is what Shanis usually hires me out for, and sometimes stealth means being visible but inconspicuous. They're not easy to infiltrate because of the psions, you see, but they have an odd quirk of overlooking pegasi, especially ones as small as me, since I can convincingly pass off as an abnormally tall Ferron. If you're focused enough on playing your part and they're not on alert, it's possible to disguise your surface thoughts and fool them."
>Shifting her gaze from her hooves to Jeff, Sunny continued.
"As I said earlier, it's mostly general stuff about who you are, what you can do and who your friends are, how much of a threat they consider each to be, how much they want each individual dead and how much they're willing to pay to see you dead. If there's anything more, they're keeping it compartmentalised from the lower echelons so ponies like me don't find out."
>Taking note of the heavy static, Sunny frowned at the radio.
>So much for providing backup if needed.
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.206804
206810
>>206800
>>206800
"What the..."
>Zhun stops immediately after seeing the spectacle in front of him
>Zhun looks around, seeing if others have responded
>"I better not be the only fuck awake...at least I have the ninja over there."
>He eyes the charging pony, wondering if to follow up on her attack
>He queues up the local radio frequency to see if there others around
"This is Zhun. Anyone else around for this...thing?"
>Seeing the sphere light up, he goes into flight and tries to hug the nearest bit of cover
[1d6 = 5]
<Basic Reaction Speed
[1d6 = 1]

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.206805
206810
424cb02127b3ebbae064eff8f4c5181f.jpg
>>206800

1 Ambush Token

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBfD1-aOiwI

>Pareidolia tightens his grip on his combat knife at the sight of the material still coating its tip.

[If this material is corrosive... there's no damn time for this!]

>Feeling a sudden wave of fatigue hit him, Pareidolia staggers against the wall as both it and the shockwave throws off his balance.
>Pushing off and steeling himself to continue, he moves through the Library as quickly as he can to reach the front door and identify where the Construct is and his distance from it.
>He closes his eyes with the briefest of pained expressions before exhaling as his A.I. rages.

"Permission granted."

[1d6+1 = 3]
< Expert Perception + PA
[1d6+1 = 7]

[1d6+1 = 6]

>Noting the telltale hum, he quickly broadcasts:

"Target is attempting to flee into orbit. Prevent it from escaping. Is armed with plasma, particle whips, lasers, missiles, and non-lethal stun equipment."

[Not enough defenses. Not enough manpower. And a compromised A.I....]
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.206808
206810
>>206800
>He does not really change positions with her complaints.
"Sorry, Miss Frost. I'll be sure to keep that in mind in the future."

>Cheto is perplexed at what's happening in front of him.
(Alguien me quiere decirwhat the fuck carajo está pasando acá?. Was that a giant fist coming from the skies? Is God real here? Wait. That's an orange sphere.)
>Cheto feels like this could be over, but does not want to tempt fate with stupid assumptions.
>First, he tries to remain hidden from the Construct's gaze, mainly by walking out of its line of sight as he approaches swiftly.
[1d6 = 5]

[1d6 = 5]
<Basic Stealth
[1d6 = 6]
<U. Ambush

>He studies the Construct for any sort of weakpoints as he closes the distance to around 100 meters if possible.
[1d6 = 4]
<U. Perception
Jamal Ratchet
!PsOrb9esFQ
U/Kel
?
No.206809
206810
>>206800
"Damn! Nigga just got shot down!"
>Jamal continues his sprint towards the construct but he starts trying to do it quieter, against his desire to continue hollering about what's going on.
[1d6 = 2]
B. Stealth
[1d6 = 6]

[1d6 = 3]
U. Ambush
>As he's running, he starts rapping to himself, for himself, or rather it would be to himself if he didn't accidentally have his radio transmitting.
*"When I wake up people take up mostly all of my time. I'm not singin, phone keep ringin cause I make up a rhyme. I'm not braggin, people naggin cause they think I'm a star."*
[1d6 = 4]
E. Leadership (leadership)
[1d6 = 1]

[1d6 = 3]

[1d6 = 1]
B. Rapping
[1d6 = 6]

>The significance of the little verse if likely out of context, but it still makes him feel like he runs shit.
>Jamal starts forming the C4 block most squarely in his hand into more of a football shape and starts looking out to see just how long it will be until he can successfully hit the construct with it.
[1d6 = 1]
U. Perception
Operation: Razorback Rampage
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206810
206821 206822 206824 206825
>Leadership: +1 to all Ranged rolls!

>>206804
>South of the Pagoda as you were now and about 400M from the Construct, the only possible cover would be the Pagoda well behind you, snapping around and rushing towards it.
>Spotting movement inside, the majorly scarred, fuchsia Crystal mare was completing the difficult task of slinging Doctor Tipper onto her back, an older, middle aged or sigh bright red pegasus with a steel colored mane held aloft by a number of runes.
>Naliyna instantly ducks out of the Pagoda heading north, leaving a small trail of glowing red drops after her.
[1d6+3 = 4]
<E.Sprint
[1d6+3 = 7]

[1d6+3 = 4]

>>206805
>After the detonation, the silver foam covering the helmet's rear and the back of your upper armor remains in the same form, the A.I.'s 3D render coming back online with a confused stare.
"Metallic capture foam? I think we were running tests on something like that-"
>Cracking a nearly happy smile, the system saves the rage setting in a compartmented datacore.
"Request confirmed and archived for later use sir, just wait until I get my hooves on the security failure that endangered civilian lives!"

>Reaching the Library's diamond window studded doors, the Construct was perhaps 40M north, weapon pods facing away from you, though turning back and forth as if searching for something.
>It wasn't damaged so far as you could tell, the visible weapon pods still in preheat mode while the three-tubed missile launcher was aiming straight up.
>Directly underneath the Construct, however, was the colossal imprint of a giant's fist, white trails of steam rising from underneath the Planar abomination.
[1d6 = 1]
<Environmental Scan
[1d6-3 = 3]
<?????
[1d6+2 = 5]
<Auto-Logistics
[1d6+8 = 11]
<Emergency Repair Procedures
[1d6+3 = 7]
<Damaged Auto-Repair Matrix
[1d6+3 = 5]

[1d6+3 = 6]

"Was that a dimensional slingshot maneuver? If only I was a generation higher and had the capabilities to analyze this thing-"
>At this the Marquis A.I. whistles, clearly impressed yet also somewhat confused.
"Might be a highly useful technological innovation to acquire later, sir. Uh, I've no explanation for the crater under the Construct but it's no longer jamming, might have been damaged during the whatever-just-happened. Recommend targeting weapons in the following order: particle whip, plasma, laser, non-lethal systems, missile pods.. wait, whatever happened to the missile it launched below?"

[1d6+4 = 10]
<Accuracy
[1d6+6 = 10]
<Radius

>>206808
>1 Ambush token.

>Instantly crossing into another reality, which felt like stepping through a freshly painted oil canvas, your entire body disappears in vague gray and black outlines, the robe now a dim, barely perceptible purple.
>At least it didn't feel like you were high, stoned, or tripping, though the odd, neutral temperature was somewhat concerning.

>Passing by speed, Naliyna was now carrying the elderly pink unicorn, chest down on the Crystal pony's saddle, while holding the bright red pegasus aloft, two large, bright pink and blue fuzzy runes stretched out on either side.
[1d6+6 = 9]
<E.Crystal Runes: Power
[1d6+6 = 9]

[1d6+6 = 10]

>Reaching the Pagoda and slipping off to the west side for some momentary high cover, you reach a relatively unsafe distance on flat courtyard ground, the hostile orange sphere now about 450M south, well out of your current weapon ranges.
>Spotting movement behind the apparent Construct, a human figure clad in black with a round helmet could be seen at the Library's entrance doors, something like a small combat rifle or large SMG in hand.

>>206809
>Popping into the red light blackground of the crazy half-world with all the weird creatures and shit that made the worst ghetto look like a gangsta's paradise, the euphoria of dropping truth bombs sets off the best within you.
>The Funk: +1 to all Rapping rolls

>Crackajacking the grey brick into a cheap police officer's hat straight out of a horror flick, the reality of what you just did begins to set in: were you becoming the Popo now, or were the Popo becoming you?
>Regardless of the answer, the immediate problem was losing sense of where you were, tripping over a wayward foot and ending up sprawled out.

>Likewise encountering difficulty, the gold and scarlet plated Honor Guard mistimes her jump, but catches her facemask on the hard ground and lets the roll carry her forwards, Front legs instantly tucking up tightly onto her barrel, rear legs extended behind her to land in a long, painfully abrasive skid.
>Relying on her exquisitely tuned senses of balance, Captain Kitang maretans her momarentum, armored hooves snapping down onto soil and performing another furious leap, this time silent as pure hatred takes over her thoughts.
[1d6+15 = 19]
<M.Lunge
[1d6+10 = 11]
<M.Reaction Speed
[1d6+10 = 11]

[1d6+10 = 15]

[1d6+10 = 14]

[1d6 = 4]
<Temporal Recovery

Jamal Ratchet
!PsOrb9esFQ
U/Kel
?
No.206821
206825 206879
>>206810
>As Jamal picks himself up off the ground, he briefly questions why he shaped the C4 like he did, but ultimately decides it's a question for later.
>He instead puts the hat on, grabs the rest of the C4 again, and starts his sprinting back up.
[1d6+3 = 9]
E. Sprint
[1d6+3 = 8]

[1d6+3 = 6]

[1d6+3 = 5]
A Niggercop
>Once he gets his pace again he swaps over to rapping just a little harder, seeing how he likely wasn't going to be getting in on the action on time.
*"Yeah we knuckin and buckin and ready to fight. I betcha we'll throw dem thangs. So haters best to think twice, see we ain't nothin nice!"*
[1d6 = 6]
E. Leadership (Melee)
[1d6 = 6]

[1d6 = 2]

[1d6+1 = 6]
B. Rapping
[1d6+1 = 5]

>As he's running towards the library, Jamal starts forming the next C4 brick into an actual football shape this time.
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.206822
>>206810
>Cheto, not feeling so worried about being spotted so far, decides to get even closer. Trying hard to reach the Construct as fast and stealthy as can be.
(Strange. I wonder if I can enter this state anywhere to sleep without worrying about temperature. An experiment for later.)

>He does take note of Nalinya passing with the two unconscious ponies.
(Hm. I should be mindful of where those three end up, just in case I have to spring out to help.)

>He makes sure to keep track of the construct's position, trying to see what movements he's currently doing as he tries to approach the construct still from his current distance. And, of course, he tries to find any weak spot available that he can find.
(I'm surely going to need them. Maybe the man near it can finish it off? I can't quite say for sure, but I'm not risking it.)
[1d6 = 3]
<U. Perception
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.206824
206879
>>206810
>Zhun turns back after running some to take a look at the sphere
>Multiple ponies are now converging on the thing as well as some humans
>Quite a contrast compared to what he's wearing, Zhun stops and lays down on the ground facing the sphere
>He deploys his bipod and charges the gun as he steadies himself and watches what the group is doing
>"Don't want any friendly fire. Last thing we need."
>He then tries to inspect the sphere, seeing if there is anything he can disable with some fire
[1d6 = 5]
<Basic Perception
[1d6 = 1]

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.206825
206826 206879
neo_japan_2202___enerugi_gado_by_johnsonting-d6w64nv.jpg
>>206810
>>206821

Ambush Token Used (Assault)

>Pareidolia gives a brief grimace of acknowledgement at the identification of the supposed capture foam as he moves forward.
>He narrows his eyes, continuing his approach to the Construct as quietly as possible while whispering.

"Unknown. It has more. Willing to target the entire Fortress. Need to engage."

>He filters the strange radio chatter to a background level, focusing on circling around the Construct so that the Library would not be behind him.
>Willing his F2000 to stick to his back, he draws his Panorama Blade with both hands and the same sticky enchantment to cleave it through the stem connecting the missile pod to the Construct and guide the blade down onto one of the particle whip cannons before drawing it back towards himself.

[1d6+3 = 6]
< Perfect Grip
[1d6+5 = 6]
< Basic Assault + Leadership + Squad
[1d6+5 = 6]

[1d6+5 = 9]

[1d6+2 = 5]
< Airstrike
[1d6+2 = 3]
< Lunar Shock

>Allowing the slightest hint of malice to enter his voice, he mocks the metallic being that taunted his knowledge of the world.

"Fear is the correct response."

[1d6+1 = 3]
< Expert Intimidation
[1d6+1 = 3]

[1d6+1 = 5]

[Can't risk another scan attempt. Recognizes A.I. intrusion.]

Immediately sidestepping, he moves to continue circling around the Construct and evade any incoming blows.

[1d6+2 = 6]
< Expert Evasion + MF Circlet + Armor Class
[1d6+2 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 8]

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.206826
206879
>>206825
[1d6+5 = 6]
< Close Range
Astral Poinsettia
The GM L.O.N.T
Aau1d
?
No.206847
206848 206879
>>206754
>>206760

>Astral now was smiling awkwardly, she didn't need to be Tipper to see the Engineseer was uncomfortable and wanted to leave.
>'Oh dingleberries, I blew it."
"That is good to know of you."

>The Pred-elk was certainly surprised at the sudden commotion, then worry at the mention of the Fortress.
>'What is going on?'
"Oh deer, best you leave straight away!"
>She was earnest in this approach for two reason, the first being to let the human leave the uncomfortable situation and the second so she can return to the Fortress when they are gone.
>Last thing she needed was to make the poor girl think she was chasing her.
Astral Poinsettia
The GM L.O.N.T
Aau1d
?
No.206848
206851 206879
>>206847

>Sitting there while Mallia was struggling to put pants back on and that other human shouting, the Pred-elk tapped her chin with a hoof in thought.
>'I mean I can help, suppose she won't freak out if I brought her to the Fortress.'

>Getting out of the Spring she shivered her coat off of clinging water, then looked at the talking male human.
"Yes I can indeed, just get close."

>Closing her mystical eyes the Pred-elk began to hum a throaty tune, sparks of electricity jumping from antler to antler and point to point.
>Loose leaves and other debris started to flick in the wind until they were carried by the strong gusts.
>What currents did penetrate the Forest howled as the loose foliage spun around the four, the speed of which picking up until a literal wall was blocking the view of the outside.
>In her mind Astral thought of the Fortress, and within its walls the Command Centre, for it was the nerve centre of the base and the one place to know what was happening.
>Opening her eyes and a jolt of her head, lightning fired out into the swirling tornado, booms of power echoing further than the should of.
[1d6+4 = 8]
>M.Druid
[1d6+4 = 10]

[1d6+4 = 7]

[1d6+4 = 8]

>A sense of collective vertigo took over the bodies of all, their senses telling them gravity was pulling in all directions, as if they were falling from high altitude back to the ground in an ungraceful tumbling descent.
>And, just as sudden as it came it went immediately when the feeling of solid earth coalesced under foot and hoof.

"Here we are!"
>Said Poinsettia woozily.
>All around the group were sets of buildings covered in intense camouflage paintjobs.

Mallia Castella
zkZUI
?
No.206851
206879
>>206848
>Mallia was flustered, mildly scared, and stressed. And she was annoyed that her clothes were sticking to her due to her still being wet, thus making them harder and more uncomfortable to wear, But such was the life in the Imperial Guard. It wasn't the first time this happened.
>A variety of "angry" grunts and whines come from behind the boulder, while the predelk conjures her power.

>The Enginseer shuddered to the wind, but otherwise brushed off the wind as natural -- until her micro-cogitator began to state otherwise.
>Luckily, the light carapace she had was fairly easy to simply slip into, clipping on the bracers, vambracers, and leggings, and pads. It was not a real set of armor more than it was separate modular pieces that formed a full set.
>By the time Poinsettia caused lightning to spark, Mallia flinched -- but was, for the most part, back into her clothes, armor, and was simply putting her pistol into her holster, her axe and shield loosely on her back, and her rifle in her hands.
>She strides around the corner, holding up her rifle, when she notices the tornado.
>And then, in the next blink of an eye, she was no longer sure which way was up or down. Her sense of direction totally skewed, as she felt as if she were falling.

>In a way, it felt like that one time they were given Grav-chutes and told to jump off a Valkyrie dropship while being shot at by Ork Fightahs.
>Except she didn't have a grav-chute.

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH?????!!!)
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!?!?--"

>Then her feet suddenly made contact with the ground. Her legs, having relaxed from the momentary vertigo, nearly drop on her and she falls down to a low crouch, one hand onto the ground, her mechadendrite shooting upward like a coiled tail, behind her, to provide balance, it's mechanical claw-head twisting about erratically.

(What was that!?)

"What-..."
>But before she could ask any questions, she looked up and began to take in their surroundings. The locale was definitely different, and felt more like a base. A type of environment she found familiar.
>Instinctively upon landing into a new environment, she consulted her Auspex scanner, to perform a general analysis and, also, to find that Abominable Intelligence and give her an overview of it if possible.
>She used her MIU to connect to her Auspex and provide a semblance of assistance, and also speed up it's processing speed by at least a hundred nanocycles.

[1d6+1 = 3]
>Tech-Use + MIU: Auspex direct connection
[1d6+1 = 2]

[1d6+2 = 7]
CQ. Auspex Scan

>At the same time, she lowkey began to look around with her normal ,sadly organic eyes to find what kind of personnel were roaming around the area, hoping to spot an officer; but even a sort of soldier looking person running towards danger would be good enough for her.
>As well as quickly telling, on the off-chance, how close to the danger they were.

[1d6 = 4]
>B. Perception
[1d6 = 5]

Operation: Razorback Rampage
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206879
206903 206905 206925 206965
>Leadership: +1 to all Ranged & +2 to all Assault/Parry/Riposte rolls!

>>206821
>Sporting the defying cap backwards and down low, the hustle puts you about 310M north of the hostile orange sphere, a loud, hollow thunk occurs, launching a short silver missile into the air.
[1d6+4 = 7]
<Targeting Systems
[1d6+6 = 9]
<Radius

>>>206822
>Not getting an answer, least not from yourself, you were now around 360M from the weaponized orange sphere, multiple weapons and pods attached in a ring on the hull aiming in seemingly random directions.
>Noting a small, peculiar silver missile being launched upwards, it was followed by a small casing, though one of the small single barreled weapons fires a strange, whip-covered sphere on a trajectory towards the northeast.
[1d6+6 = 10]
<Small Particle Whip Cannon #1

>>206824
>Briefly noting two more humans, one being Jamal and the other unknown closing towards the Construct on either side, you note the thing was studded with weapons in a ring around the hull.
>Like the few descriptions you'd hear, the unknown model had no head or other equipment save for being ridiculously well armed, and approximately 5' tall; in short: hard to miss.
>A large, boxy pod on the left side aiming upwards and launching a missile was a prime target, as were two thick, short barreled cannons on hexagonal arms, one on each lower side aiming upwards, though a much smaller weapon mount immediately fires a solid, bright orange beam in your relative direction.
[1d6 = 1]
<Micro Laser #1 Targeting Resolution
[1d6+4 = 5]
<Micro Laser #1

>>206825
>>206826
"It might as well sir, this particular Construct has more weapons than the prototype combat suits did!"

>Carrying the tired charge out the door, two of the Construct's smaller barreled weapons instantly snap around to face you, the first discharging a tiny orange-white particle whip, the second disgorging a short burst of orange plasma.
[1d6+2 = 4]
<Micro Plasma Cannon #1
[1d6+4 = 10]
<Micro Laser System #2

>Heaving the Panorama down into the missile pod's top plating and missing the short hexagon stem, it cracks through the bio-metallic substance, ejecting hydrostatic waves and a splotch of Lunar energies inside.
>3-Tube Missile Pod: 48/60 Armor.
>Engaging a failsafe, the third missile's warhead is ejected forwards.
[1d6 = 4]
<Deploy ?????

>Registering another burst of untranslatable data, the A.I. deploys a rotating static bandwidth, trying to drown out the frequency.
"Oh I'm REAL sick of your shit and I haven't even been here for an hour!"
[1d6 = 3]
<B.Electronic Warfare
[1d6 = 4]

>vs:
[1d6+3 = 6]
<Superior Electronic Warfare
[1d6+3 = 8]

[1d6+3 = 7]

>>206847
>>206848
>Ignoring the shockingly reasonable method of transport, the Stormtrooper spins towards the south, taking off in a run, tonelessly calling orders both on the Fortress' frequency and aloud.
*"Raindrop, ensure all non-combatants are safe then defend the Clinic! Contain the Abominable Intelligence in the courtyard! Utilize the Pagoda or fountain as cover if necessary and do not allow it to cause further damage to the Library, there are young equines currently sheltering inside! You may join our assault should you desire Astral!"*
[1d6+1 = 2]
<PQ.Preysense
[1d6+1 = 5]
<B.Scouting
[1d6+3 = 8]
<B.Sprint
[1d6+3 = 9]

>Momentarily saluting Chisan's orders, the Knight turns a pale glance towards Astral, then takes off running towards the closest barracks.
[1d6+6 = 7]
<M.Sprint
[1d6+6 = 12]

[1d6+6 = 12]

[1d6+6 = 7]

>>206851
>Except for the vertigo which was, according to records, far less concerning than a Teleportarium visit and likely safer, the auspex's sensors elect for broad pattern scans, immediately identifying an immense, unknown power source southwest at 190 degrees or so.
>Cross-referencing data with all known xenos power sources, it was listed as producing more energy than the Nova Reactor found on certain giant patterns of T'au battlesuits, save for zero radioactive emissions, though at the current range it wasn't able to pick up more.

>Finding yourself next to a hardened, camouflaged steel communications bunker, one partially sunk into the ground and definitely not AdMech approved, the micro-cogitator and auspex confirm your position as within Razorback Fortress next to the Command Center.
>South-southwest, bright orange flashes of what looked to be lasers and plasma were being thrown out by a difficult to pick out sphere, illuminating itself against the backdrop of a wide, two-story building that looked vaguely like a civil librarium.

>Hearing an AdMech key cipher clearing your commbead's permissions, Chisan's translated Binary voice huffs out in practiced bursts between footfalls white he runs.

>Burning out her modified Honor Guard armor's welcome assistance, Kitang settles for charging head down at the unknown Construct model, grinning behind the mask as it turns to focus a blistering volley of weapons at her.
[1d6+4 = 7]
<Discipline & Duty
[1d6+4 = 9]
<Honored Armor
[1d6+6 = 11]
<E.Mystic: Planar Shield
[1d6+6 = 7]

[1d6+6 = 12]

[1d6+10 = 11]
<M.Charge
[1d6+10 = 16]

[1d6+10 = 16]

[1d6+10 = 11]

>vs:
[1d6+4 = 8]
<Micro Plasma Cannon #2
[1d6+4 = 6]
<Micro Laser #3
[1d6+6 = 11]
<Small Particle Whip Cannon #2
[1d6+10 = 12]
<Medium Plasma Cannon
[1d6+10 = 12]

Mallia Castella
zkZUI
?
No.206903
206952
>>206879
>Mallia, for the most part, surprisingly 'shrugs off' the translocation, mostly due to the results of the scan from her Auspex. She quickly whipped around, her lasrifle tightly gripped and already at her hip, in a firing position, and then tenses up as she sees that 'ball' -- recognizing the sound of energy based weaponry being discharged by memory.

>She inhales a breath that does not come back out, gritting her teeth in a mixture of anger and hesitation.
>But then the 'beepbeep' of her voxbead translating an encrypted transmission makes her jaw relax, as she tosses her black visored glance towards the stormtrooper nearby as he begins to sprint away.

(This is worse than the Orks and the Cultists...)

>Her mechadendrite tightly clips itself around her back, covering her backpack, which was also covered by her steel shield and omnissian axe.
>The crimson armored, rust red robed figure carrying a large backpack and a small funny looking tool at her belt and a laspistol that was Mallia doesn't waste time chasing after him, following him 'south' in a dash herself, keeping herself behind him and a step to the right, in the closest thing to a combat formation she could accomplish with only two people.

[1d6 = 5]
<B. Sprint
[1d6 = 4]

>She keeps her Auspex working as she ran after the stormtrooper as fast as she could! Praying to her machines as she went, hoping to help her Auspex along with a bit of encouragement, and a direct interface from her MIU again; wanting to catch as much information as possible at all times, even at this range.
>And she also commands her micro-cogitator to datavault all information gathered from this encounter.
>Hopefully, if she survives, this will be useful.

(Techna-Lingua) "Anima Mechanicus, steel yourselves; we fight a worthy foe this day. But as I charge into battle, I pray to you: Guide me in my time of need."
(Techna-Lingua) "The Omnissiah protects."

[1d6+1 = 2]
<B. Tech-Use + MIU: Auspex Direct Interface
[1d6+1 = 2]

[1d6+2 = 7]
<CQ. Auspex Scan

>With all the commands sent and her prayer outbound, she looked up to focus her glance on the stormtrooper, keeping track of him; occasionally looking to the sky to ensure nothing was falling on them from any direction, and replying to his message by an encrypted transmission of her own!

[1d6+1 = 4]
<B. Perception + PQ Preysense
[1d6 = 6]


Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
i1V9q
?
No.206905
206952
>>206879

>Zhun's hope rises as he notes the other humans
>"At least help is around. Even if the charging forward is a bit insane."
>Zhun tries to line up a good burst on the missile pod but is cut short from the beam firing
>He let's go of the PKM and rolls to the side in order to dodge the bolt
[1d6 = 6]
<Basic Reaction Speed
[1d6 = 6]

>Afterwards, he tries to get back onto his LMG and fire a burst into the missile pod
[1d6+3 = 5]
<Basic Heavy Weapons
[1d6+3 = 7]

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.206925
206929 206952
neo_japan_2202___shin_jinrui_experiment_by_johnsonting-d6tgyxo.jpg
>>206879

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_uEt2aoFaI

>Seeing the weapons turn to face him, Pareidolia immediately attempts to evade while maintaining a course for the Construct.

[1d6+2 = 4]
< Expert Evasion + MF Circlet + Armor Class
[1d6+2 = 4]

[1d6+2 = 8]

>Reaching his target, his blade falls high striking the pod's armor rather than its junction to the body with an aggravating sound.
>Lowering his stance, he places the Construct's body between himself and the missile as best he can while cleaving his blade down onto the particle whip mount, drawing it back along the gouge it makes.

[1d6+5 = 6]
< Basic Assault + Leadership + Squad
[1d6+5 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 6]
< Airstrike
[1d6+2 = 4]
< Lunar Shock
[1d6+5 = 9]
< Close Range

"Impede as best you can."

[Outmatched. Pyrrhic victory chances? Low... ]

>Paying the briefest of moments to look up and track the movements of any missiles in the air.

[1d6-1 = 3]
< Expert Perception
[1d6-1 = 5]

[1d6-1 = 0]

[Situation unfavorable. No other options.]
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.206929
>>206925
<Dispersion Effect
Operation: Razorback Rampage
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206952
206965 206967 206970 206972 206975 206978
>Leadership: +1 to all Ranged & +2 to all Assault/Parry/Riposte rolls

>>206903
>Falling behind the Tempestus Scion's burst of speed, you note him holding the Lasrifle in approved manners to his chest for maximum speed.

>Archiving the previous datastrings for later, the Machine Spirit bounces back and forth between multiple xeno power sources, finally reeling out that the system was similar to the perpetual motion generator used in the archaic Ironstriders protecting Mars.
>Managing to briefly analyze the laser weapon fire, the wavelengths were high enough that the auspex reduces its calculations, placing them in the category of (mostly) lost Dark Age portable lascannon systems.
>The plasma weapon signatures were, probably, biologically based, yet still too far off to make a more detailed analysis.

>Far ahead of the Stormtrooper, a lone, small missile slowly arced high into the air on a bright hot trail, most likely a miniature Seeker variant.
>Noticing a curious yellow glow to the west, it was.. a water fountain, even more west was another building, the micro-cogitator denoting it as a Clinic, and south of them was a large, unusual structure with large glowstones situated on it, tagging it as a 'Pagoda'.

>Hearing another burst of encrypted code, this time Chisan makes an open radio frequency transmission afterwards.
*"Small missile deployment confirmed heading north of Library, all in range destroy it immediately!"*

>>206905
>Surprisingly, the small bolt of orange energy impacts somewhere on the southwest side of the Pagoda, well away from you.

>Rolling back into position on the PKM and taking aim, the first burst streaks in to impact the left side of the Construct's hull.
>The second travels upwards, pounding into the missile pod's side while barely missing the ejected glowing warhead.
>3-Tube Missile Pod: 33/60 Armor.

>Which, whether or not the Construct cared for its own safety, detonated in a shower of large fragments, right into it's own hull.
[1d6+8 = 13]
<?????

>>206925
>Nearly grazed by the orange energies passing left of your shoulder, both impact the Library's front doors, the barrels reorienting once more and firing again.
[1d6+2 = 8]
<Micro Plasma Cannon #1
[1d6+4 = 10]
<Micro Laser System #1

"Managed to black out three frequencies it's using sir, but it's not jamming.. us? I have no idea what this Planar abomination is even doing right now-"
[1d6 = 4]
<B.Electronic Warfare
[1d6 = 2]

>vs:
[1d6+3 = 9]
<Superior Electronic Warfare
[1d6+3 = 4]

>Cracking the ancient minotaur blade down on the short, thick barrel, it hangs briefly from the heat, halfway stuck though you do manage to wrench it free, noting an eerie leap of energies lancing into the hull while the missile pod's exterior above it fractures.
>Small Particle Whip Cannon #1: 39/60 Armor.
>3-Tube Missile Pod: 20/60 Armor.

>Directly above, the silver missile begins to arc upwards on a high trajectory, aiming vaguely northwest.

>Weathering the storm of energy projectiles with her helmet and chest plate mostly intact, though now smoking, the rarely seen Captain Kitang shouts aloud into the courtyard.
"DON'T GET HIT CELESTIA BLESS YOU ALL!"
[1d6+4 = 6]
<E.Leadership: Evasion
[1d6+4 = 10]

[1d6+4 = 9]

>Streaking into your view from the left, the red-trimmed, shiny gold Honor Guard armor clad mare smashes into the Construct hull chest, gleaming scarlet front hoofclaws tearing at the Rift abomination's hull.
>Hearing at LEAST two ribs shattering from her very likely suicidal ramming tactic, a thin pane of red honeycomb lattices crease her armor.
[1d6+4 = 7]
<Discipline & Duty
[1d6+4 = 9]
<Honored Armor
[1d6+6 = 12]
<E.Mystic: Planar Shield
[1d6+10 = 13]
<M.Reaction Speed
[1d6+10 = 12]

[1d6+10 = 13]

[1d6+10 = 11]

[1d6+13 = 14]
<M.Bladesmare
[1d6+13 = 19]

[1d6+13 = 19]

[1d6+13 = 15]

>Unperturbed by the damage, the Construct performs a never seen before maneuver: instantly rotating its hull 90 degrees and firing all of its unused weapons in a chainsaw-like manner point blank into the frenzied Captain's armor.
[1d6+1 = 5]
<Environmental Scan
[1d6+3 = 8]
<Auto-Logistics
[1d6+8 = 12]
<Emergency Repair Procedures
[1d6+4 = 9]
<Micro Laser System #2
[1d6+4 = 7]
<Micro Laser System #3
[1d6+2 = 8]
<Micro Plasma Cannon #2
[1d6+6 = 11]
<Small Particle Whip Cannon #1
[1d6+6 = 8]
<Small Particle Whip Cannon #2
[1d6+10 = 14]
<Medium Plasma Cannon
[1d6+10 = 16]

Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.206965
206984
>>206952
>>206879
>Cheto, since he still can't do anything from this range, has to go even closer.
(Missle fired upwards? Why? Where is it going?)
>Cheto decides to try to follow the path of the missle.
[1d6 = 3]
<U. Perception.
(Damn, I wonder if I can even reach the fight.)
Mallia Castella
zkZUI
?
No.206967
206984
>>206952
>The Enginseer does not send a reply back to the Stormtrooper after that last message, but makes it a point to stand close to try and keep up with him, likewise holding her lasgun carefully as she sprints.
>Despite her Light Infantry Assault & Skirmish Doctrine training, her lungs were already laboring to keep her from slowing down. She was so used to having artificial lungs that she finds the sped-up breathing pace to be outright foreign to her mind.
>It made her grunt and growl beneath her breath, frustrated by the weakness of the unoptimized flesh that was slowing her down.

>But she doesn't have the luxury to spare the breath to curse, or the concentration for that matter.
>She leaned herself forward, urging her legs to bound faster to keep up the pace with the must faster Tempestus Scion, controlling her breaths as she was taught to reduce fatigue buildup as much as possible as she followed him into battle.

[1d6 = 3]
<B. Sprint
[1d6 = 5]

>She looked up towards the missile as she ran, and eyed it for a second, just to ascertain that it wouldn't come for them, then turn away from it.
>Too far away to shoot. Already called out. Bigger problems.
>She returned her attention to Chisan, following him closely, and keeping a watch on where she is walking so at to not trip on anything or anyone as they more, or run into someone's line of fire.
>Or run into a stray plasma shot.
>She keeps the preysense vision online throughout the movement. Sending gratitude and prayer to the machine spirit of her visor, to keep it in good spirits, so that it wont fail her now!

[1d6+1 = 4]
<B. Perception + PQ Preysense
[1d6 = 6]


Jamal Ratchet
!PsOrb9esFQ
U/Kel
?
No.206970
206984
>>206952
>Shaking himself from his cop-based stupor, Jamal once again takes up a sprint towards the library, and thus the missile going coming towards him.
[1d6+3 = 8]
E. Sprint
[1d6+3 = 6]

[1d6+3 = 7]

[1d6+3 = 6]
A Nigger
>He continues squeezing and shaping the c4 football in preparation for missile interception.
>As he does all that he continues laying down snippets of slightly modified gangsta inspiration.
"*He forgot what a hardcore artist is; A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as ourselves
Trained to run twenty miles in soft sand. On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand!"*
[1d6 = 3]
E. Leadership (Sprint)
[1d6 = 3]

[1d6 = 1]

[1d6+1 = 7]
B. Rapping
[1d6+1 = 4]

>His eyes are kept on the prize the whole time, the missile heading in his general direction so he can tell exactly when it's time to make his vertical pass.
[1d6 = 6]
U. Perception
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.206972
206984
>>206952
>Zhun tries to control his breathing after almost getting hit with the beam
>Doesn't matter what sort of damage that would do, he'd like to not find out
>After his bullet drill, he inspects the sphere again
>The maneuver it's doing giving off a spectacle of a light show all into one pony
>"Need to support somehow. If only I got bigger guns..."
>He focuses on the missile pod once more, not knowing about the sphere's capabilities on the thing
>Another two bursts rings out
[1d6+4 = 5]
<Basic Heavy Weapons
[1d6+4 = 6]

Something Bad -A Small Nuisance
The GM L.O.N.T
Aau1d
?
No.206973
207352 207360
Eye.gif
>Leaping faster well beyond his years Golden dodged out of sight as soon as he spotted the Construct, sticking himself against the closet thing to conceal him. A large bolder, with snow capping its top and a broken rotten log slumped on its base.

>His body became halfway translucent as he stood there, still as a rock.
"This is not good."

>>206539
>The quick look was indeed just that, fast enough to get some basic details but nothing else. It was not a wholly smooth orb, there appeared to be some form of slit running vertically down its centre and the material the thing was made out of looked to be solid metal. Although this short deed set Spruce back, becoming the last to duck for cover.

>As he went for the same rock that sheltered Golden Horn he felt the Underdark rush over him, his body melting away leaving a hard-to-distinguish outline that blended in well to the rocky surface of the chosen hiding spot.

>>206577
>Adon in contrast was much faster on his feet than his technologically advanced colleague, this is due however to him not being brave enough to take a gander at the Construct before hunkering down.

>He indeed had a bad streak of trying to be stealthy, but not now, not today. Flattening himself on the bolder he sensed the Underdark swallow him fully, his body going completely transparent. Not even a faint outline like Spruce was there.
>Having had climbed up onto his shoulder in record time, the Chitqu too went invisible since he was small enough and on the Witchers' shoulder.

>Something had changed, the vibrations the Construct produced were more stern then before.
>Ears flicking around Golden picked up on this.
"It must of sensed something so it is coming this way to investigate, if it had spotted one of us we would all know."

>A stomach churning *SQUELCH* came from the Constructs direction.
"Oh buck! Need to do something, oh but what though!"
>Hissed the old Unicorn in frustration, chest beating from his rushing heart.

Turns until upon position: 4
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.206975
206984
>>206952
>Pareidolia weaves as his suit keeps some of the heat from the alien weaponry outside his body.

"Probable transmission to Mothership! Otherworld commmunications!"

>Hearing the toneless report and orders of an unknown but calm operator, Pareidolia has a transient moment of approval.

[They do exist. Nostalgic.]

>Sidestepping, he attempts to take advantage of the minimal distance needed to move to avoid fire thanks to being at close range.

[1d6+4 = 7]
< Expert Evasion + MF Circlet + Leadership + Armor Class
[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 9]

*"Missile targets outside the Clinic."*

>Taking a step back as the entire Construct spins at a nauseating pace, he sheathes his blade and pulls his F2000 off his back, negating its sticky enchantment.
>Lining up his rifle, he proceeds to empty the entire magazine into the conveniently rotating band of weapons in front of him.

"I will teach you to feel pain!"

[1d6+1 = 6]
< Expert Intimidation
[1d6+1 = 2]

[1d6+1 = 4]

[1d6-1 = 3]
< U. Engineering

[1d6+3 = 5]
< Expert Combat Rifles: Spread Fire + Leadership + Point Blank
[1d6+3 = 9]

[1d6+3 = 6]

Astral Poinsettia
The L.O.N.T
Aau1d
?
No.206978
206984
>>206952

>To say Astral was stunned at what was going on would be an understatement, she was left in a stupor for a few precious moments as everyelk else fought the Construct with their all.
>Then, she snapped out of it.
"OH DINGLEBERRIES!"

>She jumped into action, chasing after the Construct.
[1d6+5 = 10]
>E.Sprint
[1d6+5 = 7]

[1d6+5 = 6]

>Then fired off a bolt of lightning to disable the damn thing, eyes closed in concentration. She had no time to charge the shot so she tapped into her Druidic magic to boost it.
>'This gonna hurt.'
[1d6+4 = 10]
>M.Druid
[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6+2 = 7]
>E.Lightning Strike
[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 3]

[1d6+3 = 4]
>Backlash
Operation: Razorback Rampage
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206984
206986 206988 206989 206990 206991 206992
>Leadership: +1 to all Ranged, +2 to all Assault/Parry/Riposte, & +2 to all Evasion rolls

>>206965
>Having no idea why you stopped running, you track the curious silver missile upwards, reaching around 40M in the air and 200M south of you.
>The trajectory quickly flattens, now heading directly northwest towards the Clinic and rapidly increasing speed.
>At a quick guess you'd have to throw in mid-run at a high direct angle for the small implosion radius to matter.

>>206967
>Retaining your previous speed from the unfortunate curse of fleshy bits, the Stormtrooper well ahead opens another short, full spectrum broadcast.
*"Chisan Nas requesting immediate status report on the Construct-"*

>Luckily for you, it seemed that the Fortress interior had long been perfectly flattened, aside from a few small clumps of short grass, or possibly flowers, there wasn't even a single rock you could spot!
>Once more finding the oddly small missile tracking in the air, it had begun heading towards what your micro-cogitator determined was Razorback Clinic, or perhaps in line with one of the human Barracks.
>Unfortunately, you were still a fair distance from even the Pagoda and it would be a one in one-thousand or so chance to take out the missile at your current range.

>>206970
>Picking up the pace again, by the time the football was prepared you find yourself 280M from the Construct, currently performing a wild chainsaw maneuver and firing all of its weapons into one of the Honor Guard ponies.
>Keenly tracking the missile, it was roughly 120M south, angling northwest towards the Clinic at a height of 40M or so, and rapidly picking up speed.

>>206972
>Barely able to pick out the boxy missile pod on the Construct, the primary burst splashes red streaks across the hull's right side, pinging tiny amounts of shrapnel into the frenzied Honor Guard's customized armor.
>The second burst scatters across the rotating chain of weapon mounts and emplacements, though the effects of which were not apparent.

>>206975
"Fuck if I know what exactly this Construct is doing sir but it's trying to shut SOMEthing down in the vicinity-"
[1d6 = 1]
<B.Electronic Warfare
[1d6 = 5]

>vs:
[1d6+3 = 7]
<Superior Electronic Warfare
[1d6+3 = 4]

[1d6+3 = 7]

>Clearing the twin volley with ease, neither one coming within a foot, the recently arrived Stormtrooper's voice pings once more, huffing between loud boot stomps.
*"Acknowledged, intercepting missile-"*

>Sighting down the bullpup and holding the trigger all the way back, the F2000 rapidly staccatos into your shoulder, a handful of penetrators pinging off while the remaining number wreak havoc into the weapon pods and hull emplacements.

>Unable to maintain a hold due to the Construct's bizarre defensive maneuver, Kitang is thrown nearly straight down onto her back, her helmet, chest, and barrel covered in small, scorched patches of energy weapon fire emitting the distinct acrid stench of ozone.
>Instantly snapping her hoofclaws upwards into the still rotating hull, the Captain releases a loud, reverberating snarl.
"KILL IT BEFORE MY ARMOR MELTS AND TELL THIS THING TO SHUT UP ALREADY!"
[1d6+4 = 9]
<E.Leadership: Ranged
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 10]

[1d6+4 = 9]
<Discipline & Duty
[1d6+4 = 7]
<Honored Armor
[1d6+6 = 8]
<E.Mystic: Weakened Planar Shield
[1d6+10 = 11]
<M.Reaction Speed
[1d6+10 = 12]

[1d6+10 = 16]

[1d6+10 = 15]

[1d6+13 = 18]
<M.Bladesmare
[1d6+13 = 19]

[1d6+13 = 17]

[1d6+13 = 17]

>vs:
[1d6+2 = 8]
<Environmental Scan
[1d6+3 = 8]
<Auto-Logistics
[1d6+4 = 9]
<Superior Auto-Repair
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 7]

[1d6+3 = 5]
<Micro Laser System #1
[1d6+3 = 8]
<Micro Laser System #2
[1d6+4 = 7]
<Micro Laser System #3
[1d6+1 = 3]
<Micro Plasma Cannon #1
[1d6+4 = 8]
<Micro Plasma Cannon #2
[1d6+4 = 9]
<Small Particle Whip Cannon #1
[1d6+5 = 11]
<Small Particle Whip Cannon #2
[1d6+8 = 14]
<Medium Plasma Cannon
[1d6+8 = 9]

>>206978
>Charging after the black armored human well in the lead, and nearly catching up to Mallia, the attempt to draw from the natural energies suffused throughout Razorback greatly empowers Astral's electrical charge.
>Arcs of white-hot lightning dance from horn tip to horn tip, releasing a greatly painful, searing bolt at the distant Planar creation, splashing across the left side of it's hull and arcing a few bolts across the ground onto Kitang.

>Who, from what Pareidolia could see, was probably not in the state of mind to care about getting fried that little bit more.
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.206986
206995
>>206984
>Pareidolia releases his spent magazine, loads another, and empties it once more before reaching up to slap it onto his back with his sticky enchantment.

[1d6+4 = 10]
< Expert Combat Rifles: Spread Fire + Leadership + Point Blank
[1d6+4 = 10]

[1d6+4 = 7]

>Hearing the request, he barks:

*"Construct is attempting to shut down devices! Presumed the targets at Clinic! Full asset denial!"*

>A fork of brilliant lightning arcs by and slams into the Construct, momentarily flashing against his darkened visor as he focuses on the Construct trying to assess its status.

[1d6+1 = 2]
< Expert Perception + PA
[1d6+1 = 5]

[1d6+1 = 6]

Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.206987
206988 206995
>Shaking his head at his dozing off,
he decides to quicken his pace to make up for lost time.
(Hopefully I can reach this thing with some backup.)
[1d6+1 = 7]

[1d6+1 = 4]
<Basic Sprint

>A worrying thought puts him on edge.
(Are there any other people fighting this thing?)
>He maintains a careful watch on the Construct's actions just in case it either spots him or does something of note.
(I sure as shit can't deal with robot superweapons.)
[1d6 = 2]
<U. Perception

>After moving a little bit, he decides to try and hit the flying missle with his Steyr.
(Can't hurt to try. Nova's still there and I was supposed to guard the clinic.)
[1d6+2 = 4]

[1d6+2 = 5]
<Basic Small Arms
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.206988
206995
>>206984
>>206987

Jamal Ratchet
!PsOrb9esFQ
U/Kel
?
No.206989
206995
>>206984
>Seeing that this was his golden opportunity, Jamal cocks his arm back and arms the football's detonator.
>As soon as he does this, he uses his momentum and YEETS the C4 football as hard and accurately as he can, leading the missile to score the winning pass!
[1d6+3 = 5]
E. Assault
[1d6+3 = 5]

[1d6+3 = 7]

[1d6+3 = 4]
B. Sports
[1d6+3 = 7]

>After the football goes off, one way or another Jamal sets off for the construct again as it will have either done its job, or the missile will have gone too far for him to be of any use.
[1d6+4 = 10]
E. Sprint
[1d6+4 = 7]

[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 9]
A Nigger
[1d6+4 = 7]

>Jamal is truly having a blast through all this, he's out running around getting to be kinda useful, he's getting to use other peoples' shit, and most importantly no one has yelled at him to stop rapping over the radio!
>Especially rapping lines that only vaguely go along with the current situation!
*"This nigga in front of me got his back blown out. On the floor with a piece of his small intestines hangin out! I had to scream on the bouncers to carry him out, they said "Nah, them niggaz is still bustin in the crowd." Then they ducked down fast to the ground as the bullets whizzed out!"*
[1d6 = 2]
E. Leadership
[1d6 = 5]

[1d6 = 3]

[1d6+1 = 3]
B. Rapping
[1d6+1 = 3]

Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.206990
206995
>>206984
>Hearing the radio chatter from the group on the sphere, he looks up around the clinic and follows back to the sphere to spot the silver missile
>Seeing the missile streak across and toward the clinic, Zhun shuffles his position to gain a firing arc on the flight path of the missile
>"This is insane. Ok, pretend it's a drone..."
>Zhun adjusts his sights and positions the PKM in his shoulder
>Making sure everything is as it should be, he lets loose a volley towards the missile, leading it and everything
[1d6+5 = 8]
<Basic Heavy Weapons
[1d6+5 = 9]

Astral Poinettia
The L.O.N.T
Aau1d
?
No.206991
206995
>>206984

>Astral grunted as the pain throbbed from the base of her antlers to her dainty hooves, trying to ignore it. There will be time to ask for hugs from Tipper later. 136/140HP

>The thing was spinning like one of those Yo-Yo toys she once had the joy to play with.
>Yet this was not a playful time.
>In the corner of her eye Poinsettia caught a sight that made her heart skip a beat, dread formed in the pit of her stomach like a lump of poisonous lead as she saw the missile scream towards the Clinic.
>Towards Tipper, Sparking Fleur and Bright Amber.

>She broke away from the Construct towards the Clinics direction, galloping her heart out.
>'No no no no no no no no-'
[1d6+5 = 6]
>M.Sprint
[1d6+5 = 10]

[1d6+5 = 8]

>As the Pred-elk closed the distance her horns and eyes lit anew with building energy, then, antlers lowered towards the missile she unleashed another burning blast.
[1d6+4 = 6]
>M.Druid
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+2 = 5]
>E.Lightning Strike
[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+2 = 6]

[1d6+3 = 7]
>Backlash
Anonymous
IppFI
?
No.206992
206995
>>206984
>With the gunfire becoming louder and louder, and the radio communication of the various operators blaring in her ear, she could not help but grimace and flinch.

(Is someone singing out there??)

>Jamal's firey raps grace the Engineer's ear but she could barely appreciate the effort that went into those rhymes.
>Yet, the confusion and overral fear based adrenaline coursing through her, as her heart pounds in her chest, coupled with the frustration of Chisan being do much faster, at the very least URGED her to kick into fourth gear.
>It was in that moment that she gave her micro-cigitator a unusual command.
>She asked it to give her some music. Something that matched her running pace, or even an imperial hymh. SOMETHING, anything, to inspire her!

[1d6+1 = 6]
<B. Sprint + rap Leadership
[1d6+1 = 7]

>She kept looking ahead as she ran, trying to tell and anticipate where the Scion intended to go to, at least, figure out what he intended to do without asking and distracting him.
>Though, making the assumption that the preselk was still following, she shouts out through very heavy breaths, to call out to them.
>She wasn't sure where the Predelk actually was or if she was in earshot, but that didn't stop Mallia from trying.

"Miss Poinsettia!!"
"Can't you somehow make us move a little faster?! Please?!"

>She shouted, a little anxiety in her voice. Not daring to look away from where she's running, but Instead delegating that task to the Auspex: To track Poinsettia, as well as mark all nearby allies for her and give her an updated" map" she can use.
>Maybe THAT will tell her where Chisan is heading to exactly.

>She glanced to her wrist mounted device's screen as her arm moved sharply, trying to get a mental image of this particular scan.

[1d6+1 = 2]
<B. Tech-use + CQ MIU: Auspex direct interface
[1d6+1 = 4]

[1d6+2 = 7]
<CQ. Auspex Scan

(Give me something to work with here...! Make me not-useless, Cutie!)
Operation: Razorback Rampage
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.206995
207003 207004 207006 207007 207008 207011
>Leadership: +1 to all Sprint, +2 to all Assault/Parry/Riposte, Evasion, & Ranged rolls

>>206986
>Continuing the digital duel, the A.I. finally succumbs to heuristic stress overload, managing one last burst of data in the shape of a middle finger.
[1d6 = 6]
<B.Electronic Warfare
[1d6 = 1]

>vs:
[1d6+2 = 4]
<Superior Electronic Warfare
[1d6+2 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 3]

>Once more draining the F2000's magazine into the unknown model, you're immediately surprised by the sheer number of orange shards fragmenting off the weapon pods and emplacements, flinching at the impacts into the bubble helmet, fortunately none penetrating.

*"Maintain pressure, support arriving shortly-"*

>Watching the Construct performing two rotations per second, several of the barrels and hexagonal stems appeared to be moderately damaged, the missile pod now ruined while one of the micro laser systems was barely attached.

>Clawing multiple deep rents into the Mechano-Planar with her hoofclaws, Captain Kitang performs an evasive roll onto her left side, struggling to get up while shouting in pained exhaustion, most of the helmet, chest plate, and right side partially molten.
"SOMEPONY GET THEIR FLANKS IN HERE REAL QUICK 'CAUSE I'M BAKING IN THIS BUCKING ARMOR!"
[1d6+4 = 8]
<E.Leadership: Sprint
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 10]
<Discipline & Duty
[1d6+4 = 6]
<Honored Armor
[1d6+6 = 8]
<E.Mystic: Weakened Planar Shield
[1d6+6 = 10]
<E.Evasion
[1d6+6 = 10]

[1d6+6 = 11]

>Dead set on the higher threat, the Construct's offensive chainsaw maneuver continues unabated, maintaining a lesser volume of fire on the Honor Guard intending to retreat.
[1d6+1 = 6]
<Micro Laser System #2
[1d6+3 = 6]
<Micro Laser System #3
[1d6+3 = 7]
<Micro Plasma Cannon #2
[1d6+2 = 8]
<Small Particle Whip Cannon #1
[1d6+6 = 8]
<Medium Plasma Cannon
[1d6+6 = 7]

>>206987
>>206988
>Charging south and reaching 130M from the Construct, stopping to eye the weaponized sphere it was well engaged, dead set on a smoking, red and gold armored pony trying to escape.
>Taking aim upwards, the TMP rattles back into your hands from both bursts, the lone tracer of the six rounds streaks wide behind it.
>Luck, it seemed, was always a bitch.

>>206989
>Heaving the molded football upwards, it doesn't arc high enough and detonates under the missile's path, but at least knocks it off course, momentarily dipping downwards from the intake-outtake implosion.

>Once more tapping into your inner Jerome and hustling south, now 180M from the whirling orange sphere of torment, it was apparent that the situation was about to get MUCH worse based on the smoking mare desperately trying to get out the hood.

>>206990
>Craning the PKM around and winding up helmet visor down on the buttstock, the pair of rapid bursts hammers into your shoulder, the lone tracer among the six steel jacketed bullets arcs over the missile, the rest passing in a narrow stream just behind it.

>>206991
>Swerving her bolting run towards the Clinic, Astral's reserves of energies are a bit weaker this time, though considerably more painful this time.
>Delivering the angry bolt towards the silver streak, now recovering from its aerial wobble, the majority passes well in front, yet a lone trickle of yellow disengages, crackling across the casing and leaving a streak of blue smoke trailing after, visibly slowed down now but not by much.

>>206992
>Confirming that, indeed, there was a human of some strange note singing, or more correctly rhyming, on one of the many open frequencies, you pick up speed after Chisan hanging a right towards the Clinic, but you're quickly outpaced by the Pred-Elk doing the same.

>Tentatively marking the unusual elk as temporary ally as it hadn't been fully registered yet, Chisan's appears as an Inquisitorial symbol.
>Scanning the map data over, the auspex gives a rough indication of being around 300M northeast of the odd 'Pagoda' structure.
>Tracking the continual weapons fire from the contact south, the amount and frequency had dropped, though the Machine Spirit was now picking up strange, potentially organic resonations from the Clinic that were, in short: terrifying.

[1d6 = 3]
<LEVELER
[1d6 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 8]
<Stalker's Eye
[1d6+4 = 5]
<E.Sprint
[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 8]

Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.207003
207015
>>206995
>Cheto curses under his breath.
(It was worth a shot.)

>His attention turns to the pony battling the sphere.
(I should try to support her in any way possible, but how?)
>He closes the last thirty meters in order to be in optimal range to fire.
(Okay, I should see where can I shoot this thing to hinder its destructive capabilities, preferrably the ones that are more damaged. Maybe it's ability to aim? No idea where that would be.)
[1d6 = 1]
<U. Perception

>Shaking his head after seeing his options, he decides at the 100M mark to fire at the Construct's hull in bursts, still moving in closer.
(Maybe it could do something to that thing and try to alleviate the pony's burden.)
[1d6+6 = 10]

[1d6+6 = 7]
<Basic Small Arms
Astral Poinsettia
The L.O.N.T
Aau1d
?
No.207004
207011 207015
>>206995

>She was warned of this, they were all warned of overextending their abilities. They were not yet prepared, she was not prepared for the lances of icy pain stabbing deep from skull down across the spine. 129/140HP

"I am sorry Mallia but I cannot do that forgive me!"
>She was truly sorry, but she will have to do that later.
>Along with saving Kitang, but first the Clinic. How else to heal her if that was gone.

>Upon seeing the blazing rocket was trailing a new kind of smoke and was slower than before albeit slightly, it encouraged her to push harder. Pain be damned.
>She galloped after it to stay as close to it as possible as she blasted another bolt.
[1d6+6 = 11]
>E.Sprint
[1d6+6 = 9]

[1d6+6 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 7]
>M.Druid
[1d6+4 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6+4 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 4]
>E.Lightning Strike
[1d6+2 = 4]

[1d6+2 = 8]

[1d6+3 = 5]
>Backlash
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.207006
207015
>>206995
>It's getting down to the wire
>Controlled breaths
>He readjusts his aiming and keeps tracking the missile
>Another volley let loose from Zhun's gun to the missile
[1d6+5 = 10]
<Basic Heavy Weapons
[1d6+5 = 7]

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.207007
207015
>>206995
>Pareidolia once again removes his emptied magazine and slots in another before firing it again.
>He takes another step back, trusting his helmet and armor to hold against ricocheting debris.

[1d6+5 = 6]
< Expert Combat Rifles: Spread Fire + Leadership + Point Blank + Laser Sight
[1d6+5 = 7]

[1d6+5 = 6]

>He tries to keep the Construct's features in focus.

[1d6+1 = 5]
< Expert Perception + PA
[1d6+1 = 4]

[1d6+1 = 5]

[Critical mission status. If this continues...]
Jamal Ratchet
!PsOrb9esFQ
U/Kel
?
No.207008
207015
>>206995
>Seeing the kinda dying mare, Jamal keeps his pace, knowing that trying to push himself harder might just result in slowing himself down.
>What he does do however is rummage through his backpack as much as he can while running and pull out one of the Mr. Pibb™ 8 packs.
>Jamal tucks it under his left arm and draws his new gat with his right, firing upon the construct once he's less than a football field's distance away.
[1d6+3 = 9]
B. Small Arms
[1d6+3 = 6]

>It was a small miracle that he did not hold it sideways.
>Throughout all this he was racking his brain for more motivational rap lyrics, but for the time being he came up blank.
*"Man fuck the rap right now, we just gots to get this shit figured out and fast!"*
[1d6 = 5]
E. Leadership (Reaction Speed)
[1d6 = 5]

[1d6 = 4]

>Once he's fired his shot he holsters his 1911 to free up that hand.
Anonymous
IppFI
?
No.207011
207015 207028
>>207004
>>206995
>At that point, Mallia was breathing a bit more heavily, and her only response was a simple, if excessively sharp,
"NO APOLOGISING!!"
>As the enginseer, slower than everyone else, practically bounded forward past the predelk; panting from the sprint.
>The voxbead's communications add to her urgency, which drive her to look towards the Scion she was following and throw an encrypted question his way.
>She wasn't quite yelling, but she was getting there.

[1d6+2 = 5]
<B. Sprint + Leadership
[1d6+2 = 6]

>Then she hailed her Auspex again, and sent it a, command to scan the missile overhead and calculate trajectory, probable blast radius, and impact ETA fir her, as they were coming up to the clinic.
>She mentally kept up a link with her scanner, so she could receive the result in real time; but also to ensure its accura y and correct it if she could.

[1d6+1 = 2]
<B. Tech-use + CQ MIU
[1d6+1 = 2]

[1d6+2 = 7]
<CQ. Auspex Scan: Missile scan


Operation: Razorback Rampage
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.207015
207020 207028 207045 207062 207077 207102
>Leadership: +2 to all Ranged, Evasion/Sprint, & Assault/Parry/Riposte rolls

>>207003
>Coming to a full stop and bringing the TMP up once more, the first short volley delivers a precision trio of jacketed round noses into the chainsaw like weapon systems, chunks of orange shrapnel thrown into the air along with the bullet remains.
>The second was less successful, pinging into the thing's hull on the right side and leaving small dented streaks.

>>207004
>Closing towards the Pagoda and drawing from Razorback's now shallow wellspring of natural energies, Astral's third bolt of lightning ripples into the air, well under the missile's trajectory.
>A single tiny arc reaches towards the silver streak, dissipating shortly before it can connect.

>>207006
>Flopping onto your left side and reaching the PKM's peak rotation in your position, squeezing the trigger this time rewards you with the first shell being a tracer, angling high and flat.. straight into the small missile's nose.
>The second goes unseen as a colossal, silent bloom of rippling silver envelops the Fortress' airspace, streaks of something akin to strands appearing for a moment, then fade into nothing.
>For all you'd heard and seen, you were NOT expecting that to happen.

>>207007
>The A.I. shuts off its' internal rendering, making an angry face before disappearing into the helmet's display.
"Resetting all systems sir, I'll be back online in a few seconds-"
[1d6 = 2]
<Heuristic Learning: Electronic Warfare

>Peppered by fragments from someone else's work on the Construct's opposite side, flicking on the laser aiming system and taking aim is interrupted by a millisecond flash of silver to the north-northwest.
>Firing in the mild confusion, the Mechano-Planar's hull is further pockmarked by the rapid thunks of penetrators embedding into the surface.

>Catching a brief glimpse of orange sparks across at least two of the weapon emplacements, the missile pod was visibly destroyed while one of the micro laser systems was barely attached.
>The few remaining weapons focus on the Captain, reaching her hooves unscathed and bolting towards the west in an unusual M-shaped evasive pattern.
"TAG NALIYNA, YOU'RE IT! DROP THE CASTLE DOWN ON THIS THING FOR ME WILL YA!"
[1d6+4 = 10]
<E.Leadership: ?????
[1d6+4 = 10]

[1d6+4 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 6]
<Honored Armor
[1d6+3 = 4]
<E.Mystic: Failing Planar Shield
[1d6+6 = 12]
<E.Evasion
[1d6+6 = 10]

[1d6+6 = 10]

[1d6 = 2]
<Micro Laser System #2
[1d6+1 = 4]
<Micro Laser System #3
[1d6 = 6]
<Micro Plasma Cannon #2
[1d6 = 4]
<Small Particle Whip Cannon #1
[1d6+4 = 10]
<Medium Plasma Cannon
[1d6+4 = 6]

[1d6 = 1]
<Overheat Severity

>Unexpectedly, the equatorial band of rotating weapons is marred by a stream of silver foam ejecting from the damaged non-lethal barrels, foaming outwards in a wide spiraling pattern.
[1d6 = 2]
<????? Weapon Containment
[1d6 = 1]
<Emergency Repair Procedures
[1d6+3 = 8]
<?????
[1d6+3 = 9]
<Auto-Logistics
[1d6+4 = 5]
<Environmental Scan

>>207008
>After the weird lightshow ends, squeezing the trigger twice and making yo boys proud for hitting the Construct's north-south equator ring of weapons on a dead run, the second bullet disappears into a stream of rapidly expanding, metallic silver foam.
>Coming into 80M of the hardcore banger, it makes an unusually solid halt, emitting a brief noise like a jet engine before launching up into the sky.
[1d6+4 = 10]
<Superior Evasive Pattern: ?????
[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6+4 = 7]

>>207011
>Still not catching up to Chisan whom was close to being overtaken by the Pred-Elk, now nearly crossing the boundary between the water fountain and the Pagoda, the Stormtrooper's now warning tone crackles into the commbead quickly.
>Unable to locate the missile, you're instead treated to the the VERY distinct flare of a miniature neutron sun burning out south of the Clinic's location, the auspex's Machine Spirit emitting an automated, pained Litany of Protection at the damaging interference.

>Rushing past the Pagoda into view of Zhun was the highly maddened figure of Naliyna, her two small saddlepacks firmly attached to her flanks, coming to a quick stop.
>Ruby red eyes glowing in bright, sadistic glee as her mouth opens, head tilting upwards and breathing out a solid pink-white-blue streak of.. something, at the Construct, the scar-covered mare's head bending forwards and charging towards the Library.
[1d6+4 = 7]
<Stalker's Eye
[1d6+6 = 10]
<E.Sprint
[1d6+6 = 9]

[1d6+6 = 9]

[1d6+10 = 15]
<E.Crystal Runes: ?????
[1d6+10 = 15]

[1d6+10 = 14]

>LEVELER: adds +3 to all Assault & Crystal Rune rolls for 6 turns.
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.207020
207108
>>207015
>Cheto doesn't feel too confident in taking that thing down.
(I should still try to do some damage to that Construct in any way I can. That pony needs all the help it can get.)
>He aims his Steyr, pulling the trigger on the Construct in bursts.
[1d6+6 = 10]

[1d6+6 = 7]
<Basic Small Arms

>He approaches even closer to the pony and the construct's fight, maybe hear any orders from him or her to increase cohesion between the two of them.
(I should probably check how is he or she doing.)
>Therefore, he tries to get a feel of the pony's current physical state.
[1d6 = 2]
<U. Perception
Astral Poinsettia
The L.O.N.T
yZf6i
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No.207028
207108
>>207011
"Thank you!"
>Thank goodness she understood, one small mercy this night.

>>207015
>The pain was getting to her and exertion was getting to her, she knew after this she'll collapse. 124/140HP
>Whether there would be a Clinic she did not know now.
[1d6+6 = 8]
>E.Sprint
[1d6+6 = 12]

[1d6+6 = 11]

[1d6+4 = 8]
>M.Druid
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 8]

[1d6+4 = 10]

[1d6+2 = 6]
>E.Lightning Strike
[1d6+2 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 3]

[1d6+3 = 9]
>Backlash

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.207045
207108
>>207015
>Pareidolia keeps his eyes focused on the Construct as his A.I. resets.

"Noted."

>He ignores the splintering fragments and bright light of an unknown explosion, intently assessing the enemy in front of him.

[1d6+1 = 4]
< Expert Perception + PA
[1d6+1 = 3]

[1d6+1 = 3]

>As he slaps his firearm to his back and draws his sword in close right grip, the immobilizing foam jets out erratically.
>Hunching down while moving forward, he threads himself under the spray and towards the Construct, running the blade along the underside of the sphere before jabbing it upwards in an attempt to pierce the hull.

[1d6+4 = 10]
< Expert Evasion + MF Circlet + Leadership + Armor Class
[1d6+4 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 5]

[1d6+5 = 6]
< Basic Assault + Leadership + Squad
[1d6+5 = 6]

[1d6+2 = 8]
< Airstrike
[1d6+2 = 7]
< Lunar Shock
[1d6+5 = 10]
< Close Range
<Dispersion Crystal

>Rolling himself sideways on an elbow and knee, he starts as the Construct suddenly launches itself upwards.

*"Target is airborne! Attempting to disengage!"*

>He stares at where the Construct was as it is obscured by whatever Naliyna breathed out.

[Will the runes be enough?]
Mallia Castella
8eoqq
?
No.207062
207108
>>207015
>The Enginseer can be heard yelping loudly in a sudden, albeit brief panic, in the background, as the flash of light overhead appears and washes over her. She doesn't look up at it, and luckily her photo-visor protects her from the light.
>She stumbled once in her run, skidding along the flat ground with her boots, as the explosion makes her instinctively flinch and skip a beat!

"Curse me to the warp!!"
>The girl reflexively sneezed out a curse, her voice coming out with an angry snarl as she briefly looses her breathing pace, and tries her best to recover it; eyeing the predelk overtaking them once, as she threw tightly gripped her lasgun to her waist, protectively during the run!
>Her mechadendrite tightly coiling against her gear on her back, keeping a close, death grip onto it to keep it stable on her back and prevent the weight from shifting too badly.

(Even while dead I still find myself on a battlefield, Omnissiah preserve us!!)

[1d6+2 = 4]
<B. Sprint + Leadership
[1d6+2 = 5]

>Quickly recovering, and having heard the stormtrooper's warning and the pain of her machine spirits, she frantically began to issue emergency shutdown orders to her Auspex and voxbead, as well as any machines susceptible to the Neutron Bomb in the effective range of her MIU!
>Reciting the Litanies of Protection alongside her Auspex as she coaxed it to shut down briefly with a promise of safety, putting up a calming tone for them despite her own fear.
>However, as she still remembers being told not to use Techna-Lingua, she resorts to muttering it beneath her ragged breaths in Low-Gothic -- like any Guardswoman.

"Mi-Mighty--**uff** Omnissiah, spread your d-divine light to protect thy Machine Spirits and servants! **UFF**,-- o' Immortal Machine God protect us from this vile Abominable Intelligence!"

[1d6+1 = 3]
<B. Tech-Use + CQ MIU
[1d6+1 = 2]


Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
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No.207077
207108
>>207015
>Zhun shields his eyes from the bloom the missile made
>He still looks around to see if it was really destroyed or not before giving himself a grin
>"Actually worked. What?"
>Snapping out of his achievement, he wiggles his position and his gun again to gain a firing arc on the spinning sphere
>Seeing the weapon system on it going off still and no attempting to subdue his allies, Zhun aligns his sights onto the band of weapons
>Hopefully, this burst can break them
>Or he would until he sees it taking off
>"What? No. What if it hails for others..."
>Looking for some sort of thruster on it, Zhun fires at the levitating sphere
[1d6+5 = 10]
<Basic Heavy Weapons
[1d6+5 = 6]

Jamal Ratchet
!PsOrb9esFQ
U/Kel
?
No.207102
207108 207169
>>207015
>Jamal continues his sprint, opening all 8 cans of Mr. Pibb™ while making his way to Kitang.
>Upon arriving, he unceremoniously dumps all of them on her at once in an attempt to cool her down.
"Hol' still for a minute B, you need to cool down!"
>Once his 8 pack is empty, he draws his gat once again to take some last potshots at the metal cheeseball
[1d6+3 = 8]
B. Small Arms
[1d6+3 = 8]

"Das rite! Fly away you Nantondo-ass muthafucka! I'mma boutta short circuit yo ass wit the refreshing taste of my man Mr. Pibb™! You out here like Batari, runnin to get fucked by yo girl, futanari!"
[1d6+2 = 6]
B. Intimidation
[1d6+2 = 3]

[1d6+3 = 6]
B. Rapping
[1d6+3 = 8]

[1d6 = 3]
U. Engineering
>His rapping quickly devolved into mumble rapping and grunts, but it was the thought that counts.
Operation: Razorback Rampage, the BAD Mare Arrives
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.207108
207119 207122 207134 207139 207142
>Leadership: +2 to all Ranged, Evasion/Sprint, & Assault/Parry/Riposte rolls

>>207020
>Slapping the TMP up and firing into the sphere, the ring of quickly hardening silver foam on the Construct's central hemisphere crumples inwards, the lack of visibility to it

>Glancing towards the red and gold armored mare making the strangest series of tight cornered evasive maneuvers ever, the helmet, neck, chest, and part of the shoulder armor plates were visibly glowing from heat.
>Whatever the abomination's weapons were, they definitely produced inordinate amounts of heat, that pony most likely suffering miserably without much of a clear solution to solve the issues.

>>207028
>Depleting the last reserve of energies within Razorback Fortress, Astral's baking horns manage the task of launching one last extended jolt of lightning, arcing across the courtyard next to the Pagoda and streaking into the Construct's hull.
>Of course, the strain and lack of preparation in the late fall environment couldn't last, the Pred-Elk's desperate measure causing ripples of never before felt agony throughout her expanded consciousness.
>Legs going numb, Astral could barely feel her hooves while her head listing sideways, watching a streak of fuschia hatred passing the open space between the Clinic and Pagoda before her vision blackens.
>That definitely wasn't normal...

>Astral Poinsettia: 115/140HP.

>>207045
>Black sapphirine helmet darkening once more, a third bolt of lightning impacts the orange sphere's opposite hull, now sporting a 1' wide, metallic silverine band of foam across its unusual weapon ring.
>Lacking the knowledge to analyze Construct psychology, the previous actions showed a clear form of heightened anger, or possibly even rage, at dealing with the Honor Guard's interruption; perhaps a usually undefeated combat model?

>Striking an aiyo blade technique into the suddenly halted Construct, the Panorama's tip remarkably pierces the hull, causing an internal detonation of orangish-white energies before a distant, ancient cackle from the Nightmare Alicorn emits off the blade.
>Ejecting a gout of orange metallo-fluids from the rent, the unknown model streaks upwards, quickly followed by the Stormtrooper's now hard, bitterly angry tone.
*"All Razorback forces in position, this is Tempestus Scion Chisan Nas requesting you knock this hell-sent abomination out of our skies NOW!"*

>From the far north end of the Fortress, a thin line of familiar, bright hot green appears, the signature weapon of Thrill Collins' railgun penetrating the Construct's hull, followed by rapid booms of multiple large caliber rifles and tired, static-laden swears of a dozen languages.
[1d6+8 = 12]
<E.Heavy Weapons
[1d6+8 = 11]

[1d6+8 = 9]

[1d6+9 = 10]
<Razorback FNG's: Sniper Squad
[1d6+15 = 21]
<Razorback Rookies: Sniper Squad
[1d6+23 = 25]
<Razorback Warriors: Sniper Squad
[1d6+31 = 33]
<Razorback Veterans: Sniper Squad

>>207062
>Losing a touch of speed, you watch the allied Pred-Elk deliver one last jolt of lightning before slowing, Chisan's loud proclamation followed by a host of clearly ancient ballistic weapons fire from the entire north end of the Fortress.
>Diverting his course back towards the Pagoda, the Stormtrooper's commlink begins breaking up, audibly sneering yet now breathing heavily.
*"Comms black, engage at will Enginseer-"*

>Shutting down the auspex and carapace helmet's equipment to protect their fragile, non-hardened Machine Spirits, the ripple of latent neutron energies is briefly felt a moment later.

>>207077
>Swiveling the PKM upwards and rolling back onto your chest, the first burst of steel-jacketed penetrators lands home in a neat line across the foamed silverine ring's lower section, the second loudly pinging off the Construct's hull.
>Now too high to use the bipod, you watch as two large panels ejecting outwards from the unknown model, each forming into massive, human-like arms.
>The left forms into a large, probably 3' round shield, the other lathing a massive, archaic halberd, complete with pike, hammer, and pick heads.

>>207102
>Busting two more caps up at the round flying orange Fanta machine , the Construct's direct arc upwards is interrupted by it halting in midair around 80M off the ground, sprouting human-styled arms, shield, and an unusually large, wicked polearm.

>Skidding to a halt in front of the stopped and rapidly shaking Honor Guard, the cold freshness of shaking an entire pack of Mr. Pibb at her front causes a massive gout of expanding sweet goodness, the mare rears back onto her hind legs, one hoof snapping into her neck, the other tearing at her chest armor.
"DO THAT AGAIN PLEASE, THIS SHIT'S BAKING ME!"

>Struck by the ephemereal jolt of energy, the double armed Construct pitches forwards, a sonic boom emitting from the rear hemisphere, halberd swinging backwards behind it while the shield extends downwards, the face angled directly at Naliyna.
[1d6+5 = 11]
<Shield Crash
[1d6+9 = 15]
<E.Streak
[1d6+9 = 15]

[1d6+9 = 11]

[1d6+10 = 14]
<Charge

>Releasing a roused cackle at the Construct's challenge, Kyanite's daughter skids to a stop, presenting her right side swiftly and making no attempt to move.
>Making a slow, overtly sexual wiggle of her rump in a clearly insane taunting motion and taking a deep inhale, a short barrier of crystal instantly forms above Naliyna's head, mouth opening in a delighted, berserk smile as the Construct releases an electronic shriek.
[1d6+4 = 8]
<Stalker's Eye
[1d6+10 = 12]
<E.Crystal Runes: Cover
[1d6+10 = 11]

[1d6+10 = 12]

Astral Poinsettia
The L.O.N.T
yZf6i
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No.207119
207237
>>207108

>She breathed heavily, she wasn't dead but she felt like it.
>'Oh fiddlesticks.'
>And then she went to sleep.
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
?
No.207122
207157
>>207108
>Cheto is disheartened.
(Damnit, is this thing invincible or something? I didn't expect my gun to do any good damage. I wasn't expecting to do almost nothing.)

>Seeing how the pony has endured quite a bit of heat damage, he thinks about helping her out with a water bottle or his plastic can.
(She may need to cool down.)
>That is until he sees the waterfall of liquid spraying down over her by a black human.
(Wait, what? I suppose someone beat me to the punch.)
>He tries to shoot at the Construct once more, attempting to put some more damage on it on its body.
(That sniper fire I'm hearing means that the cavalry may come any second now. Hah, 'cavalry.' Also what in the actual fuck? This sphere can morph too? I need to make a diversion so that the snipers can do some more damage.)
[1d6+4 = 9]

[1d6+4 = 10]
<Basic Small Arms

>He starts approaching the armored mare, more worried about her current state, aside from his weapon not doing much damage at his fastest speed possible.
(She's going to need some more, judging by how red hot her armor is.)
[1d6+2 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 4]
<Basic Sprint
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
e8sHl
?
No.207134
207157
>>207108

"This thing has a lot if tricks..."
>Zhun raises himself onto a kneeling position and inspects the battlefield
>Support from other squads now pitching in with sniper fire, hopefully high caliber
>Kitang finally getting help, albeit sticky help in a couple of minutes
>Flying orb of now melee weapons
>Maybe it adapted?
>For now, saturation of fire and multiple threat sources seems needed
>With Zhun's heavier ordinance out of range, he gets up and slings the PKM as around him and braced against his body
>He then begins his approach on the flying sphere, firing every left step
[1d6+3 = 9]
<Basic Heavy Weapons
[1d6+3 = 8]

Mallia Castella
8eoqq
?
No.207139
207157
>>207108
>As her Voxbead and Auspex momentarily shutdown, her prayer having been sent out. She turned to face the monster they were approaching -- not deployed in a sort of melee combat mode.
>As much as she felt a chill in her heart, Mallia's tone steadied to a deeply calm one; and her eyes glared towards the abomination they were fighting as it entered maximum lasgun range.
>The Enginseer leveled her lasgun at her hip in trained firing stance. But she didn't stop sprinting forward; keeping up with the stormtrooper as they closed in further.

>She takes note of Poinsettia falling over, asleep, after their lightning strikes. The Enginseer's body stiffens as she keeps going, unwilling to slow down NOW. Though she did head in their direction to approach the Elk, since they were still technically ahead of her anyways.

"*--Solid copy. Commencing battle-scan to pin-point weaknesses. Concentrated fire is more effective.*"

"*Be advised, Astral Poinsettia appears to have fallen unconscious. Over.*"

>Her voice bounced and growled through the communication's channel, matching the stormtrooper in her determined, but professionally composed anger.

>After a split-second of making sure the latent Nautrons wouldn't kill her Auspex, Mallia sends out a reboot command to her Auspex Scanner and brings it back online.
>She darts her glance down to the wrist mounted screen for but a second to ensure it was fully operational, then inputted a command with her MIU now that they were closer.

>Mallia then firmly and decisively commands it to scan the Abominable Intelligence's hull, and pinpoint particularly vulnerable weaknesses that they could concentrate their fire on.

[1d6+2 = 3]
<CQ. Auspex Battle Scan

>But she didn't simply let the Auspex do all the work. While the scan was underway, she lifted her glance towards the metallic sphere and began to tap into her own expertise and vision to spot fissures that she could slit a shot into to cause additional damage!
>Hopefully one she could coordinate with the stormtrooper to fire into.

>Doing her best to tone out the incredibly loud sound of guns roaring all around her as she does so!

[1d6 = 4]
<B. Engineering: Spot Weakpoint
[1d6 = 4]

[1d6+1 = 7]
<B. Perception + PQ. Preysense Vison
[1d6 = 2]


Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.207142
207157
defcon_0___lt__miller_by_johnsonting-d8mj12v.jpg
>>207108

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wy9r2qeouiQ

>Pushing himself up into a crouching position with a heavy grunt, he follows the Construct and scans its movements as it shifts forms.

[Shifting to melee weaponry. New target, Naliyna. Unclear if Constructs can feel anger. That would be illogical... ]

>Not willing to speculate on something so uncertain, he sheathes his sword and pulls his F2000 into firing position once more.
>Loading another magazine, he checks in his holo-sight as the audible boom reverberates outside his helmet.

[As predicted, aerial charge onto new target. Two mags left.]

>He lines up his sight to meet the Construct above Naliyna's hastily sung crystal shield and fires once the orange central body is in view.

[1d6+4 = 7]
< Expert Combat Rifles + Leadership + Holo Sight
[1d6+4 = 10]

[1d6+4 = 6]

>After firing a burst, he breaks into a sprint towards the impact zone.
>He narrows his eyes, trying to make out what he can about the Construct's current state.

[1d6+1 = 7]
< Expert Sprint + Leadership
[1d6+1 = 3]

[1d6+1 = 6]

[1d6+1 = 2]
< Expert Perception + PA
[1d6+1 = 6]

[1d6+1 = 5]

*"Target has engaged Naliyna in CQC."*

[Need to assist, divide its attention. No single pony here will last long against this combat model.]
Operation: Razorback Rampage, the BAD Mare Arrives
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.207157
207168 207169 207173 207174 207237
>>207122
>Unaware that you could calculate the necessary trajectories of firing on the run, the TMP recoils back into your hands, having lost enough weight that you felt it might only have enough cartridges for a few more bursts.
>Audible cracks against the Construct's hull and shield could now be heard, the spherical abomination streaking down and your right at a target that you couldn't see.

>Rushing towards the smoking hot pony, no pun intended, the rather ghetto looking human's efforts to cool her down seemed to be working, although the amount of armor she was ripping off indicated it was still scorching, now about 60M from the pair.

>>207134
>Slinging the comfortable machine gun, advancing forwards and aiming upwards at the rapidly diving Construct is rewarded by the quick bursts hammering into the sphere's hull, orange streaks sparking off the hull.
>Curiously, the Construct seemed to have lost some of its armoring.

>>207139
>Passing by Astral and nearly at the Pagoda now, your auspex and comm equipment come back online, their Machine Spirits definitely eager to serve you.
>Showing nothing unusual, the auspex immediately blanks out on the unknown xenos sphere.
>Besides registering it as hostile, the energy emissions from it had greatly increased.. although it was now comparing said emissions to that of a Plasma Generatorium used on the Emperor-class battleship, which obviously couldn't be right.

>Studying the fully unknown Abominable Intelligence sphere performing a Codex Steel Rain maneuver at a target southwest of the Pagoda, it bore only the slightest resemblance to the records of Umbra spheres, save for the shield and giant polearm it was now sporting.
>Recalling that many of the unknown mechanical xenos encountered by Explorator Fleets often used barely physical or such highly advanced weapons that Dark Age of Technology energy weapons were usually enough to destroy them, the micro-cogitator spools out a few datums stating that sufficient application of laser, plasma, ballistics would either destroy it, cause it to self-destruct, or force it to withdraw.
>Given the massive volume of ArchaeoTech and pre-Age of Strife ballistic STC weapons fire striking the orange hull, which not even your micro-cogitator was able to keep up with, one of those three possibilities was certainly going to happen should it attempt to perform another aerial maneuver.
>Aside from a ring of silver foam around the Construct, you were able to spot a tiny rent in the hull on the lower hemisphere glowing white hot in the visor, likely made in the past minute or so.

>Far ahead, Chisan Nas unslings his lasrifle, orienting the weapon upwards and firing three fast snapshots, grunting into the commlink with great relish.
*"Maintain overwatch for further escape attempts-"*
[1d6+4 = 10]
<E.Overcharged L.E.W.
[1d6+4 = 6]

[1d6+4 = 6]

>>207142
>Coming back online, the Spiral A.I. says nothing, instead performing a wide spectrum blanketing sweep of multiple frequencies, grinning as it does so.
[1d6+1 = 2]
<B.Electronic Warfare
[1d6+1 = 4]

>vs:
[1d6+3 = 6]
<Superior Electronic Warfare: ?????
[1d6+3 = 8]

[1d6+3 = 7]

>Taking aim on the Construct's rear hemisphere, all three bursts connect into the hull, though the third trio pings off rather loudly.

>Charging towards the Pagoda, now 230M away from it, the unknown model impact's Naliyna's rune shield, having been significantly slowed down by the incoming volume of fire from Razorback teams, shreds of orange flanking, a few of the larger calibers penetrate through the shield and into the hull.
>Naliyna performs an equally unusual, potentially crippling maneuver that you hadn't seen an equine make yet:
>Twisting around and bucking her rear legs upwards at the shield, the fuchsia mare's head and neck turn nearly 180 degrees, spitting a wordless cone of violently rippling white, blue, and pink energy into the Construct's center of mass, ruby eyes flaring as if.. happy?
>In response, the Mechano-Planar abominating swings the halberd overhead and downwards as it descends towards her, the shield snapping forwards in an offensive-defensive motion.
[1d6 = 5]
<B.Crystalline Focus
[1d6 = 6]
<Taunt
[1d6+10 = 16]
<E.Assault: Leveling Crush
[1d6+10 = 12]

[1d6+10 = 12]

[1d6+14 = 16]
<E.Crystal Runes: Leveler
[1d6+14 = 16]

[1d6+14 = 18]

>vs:
[1d6+3 = 9]
<Auto-Logistics
[1d6+4 = 5]
<Environmental Scan
[1d6+8 = 14]
<Shield Smash
[1d6+7 = 13]
<E.Defensive Protocols
[1d6+7 = 13]

[1d6+7 = 11]

[1d6+14 = 16]
<E.Offensive Protocols
[1d6+14 = 16]

[1d6+14 = 15]

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.207168
207315
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>>207157

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJMhWgS3o2U

>Paying his A.I. display a momentary glance as he barrels across the grass, he flicks his eyes back to his target as another flare of bright energies scorches the sphere.
>He raises his rifle to his shoulder as he sprints and aims down his holo-sight for its closest arm.

[1d6+3 = 4]
< Expert Combat Rifles + Leadership + Holo Sight
[1d6+3 = 9]

[1d6+3 = 8]

[Enough screening fire to keep it grounded? Has it interfered with any other base functions on site? Unclear why it continues to engage.]

"Behavioral analysis."

[1d6+1 = 3]
< Expert Perception + PA
[1d6+1 = 6]

[1d6+1 = 3]

[1d6 = 2]
< Predictive Behavior Analysis
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
P6NuH
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No.207169
207315
>>207157
>Cheto nods in approval
(Well, someone is definitely going for it. I should focus on the mare in scorched armor right about now. The others should be able to handle it.)
>He tries his luck again with the construct in order to empty the maganize for future refilling.
(Only two bursts left.)
>Only to notice the construct is too far away from his gun's effective range, effectively discouraging him.
(Oh well. The pony needs assistance more.)

>After firing, he continues to apporach the duo, holstering his gun with the safety on and pulling out his water can he has on him.
(I hope you're okay with this.)
>He opens the water can and starts dumping the contents of his can on top of the hot pony, preferrably aiming for her crest. The whole can.
(She's going to need all the drops she can absorb into her body. Hopefully I don't have to use my water bottle or juice.)

>>207102
>He makes a mental note that the black man is somewhwere near him and the reckless mare.
(Hm. Does this guy come from a villa or something? Wonder if he has some Cumbia, el cabeza. Still, he seems like a decent person. We'll see.)
>He simply nods to acknowledge his existence.
Jamal Ratchet
!PsOrb9esFQ
U/Kel
?
No.207173
207315
>>207157
>Having snapped himself back from spacing out, Jamal notices that some beaner is dumping water on the nippony.
>As he is no longer needed for cooling, Jamal simply reaches into his bag and grabs another 8-pack of Mr. Pibb™ to be placed in front of Kitang.
"Hey, I can't let 'all' this Pibb go undrank."
>With his gift in place, Jamal once again runs off towards the fight, eager to stop this glorified cheeto from interrupting his talent scouting.
[1d6+6 = 7]
E. Sprint
[1d6+6 = 11]

[1d6+6 = 12]

[1d6+6 = 9]
E. A Nigger
>And no, at no point in time did Jamal ever acknowledge Pablo's presense.
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
?
No.207174
207315
>>207157
>Armor's getting bored through and flinging off
>That's good, right
>Our own light show withering it, especially with that merchant pony now taunting it
>Zhun aims as much as hip firing a PKM can while walking into the lesser armored parts of the Construct
>With all the rents in it, Zhun fires center mass, hopefully trying to score some internals
[1d6+3 = 7]
<Basic Heavy Weapons
[1d6+3 = 7]

Mallia Castella
GYGsJ
?
No.207237
207248 207315
>>207157
>Mallia's glance briefly went to the absolutely insane Mare that was taking the abomination head on and taking all of it's attention again.
>She double takes briefly on the sight of them turning away, buckling the machine, and then turning their head unnaturally nearly 180° back to vomit a sort of energy emission at the thing.
>She sputters a little bit as her surprise causes her to skip a beat.

(This is INSANE...!! What kind of world is this?!)

>She was flabbergasted for about a split second as she witnessed it. But due to the added processing speed of her micro-cogitator, it doesn't make her pause.
>Mallia swiftly processes the information from her implants and Auspex, then narrowed her eyes as her Preysense visor lets her see the rent clearly...
>The Enginseer, instead of pausing, starts hatching a totally and equally insane plan.

>She quickly begins to switch on the Voxbead to communicate through the frequencies; eyes looking to the Scion whom, being much closer, began to unload hotshot at the abomination while advancing further.

"*Weakness spotted! Stormtrooper Chisan -- and anyone else listening -- there is a tiny rent at the lower hemisphere, it's glowing hotly on the Preysense spectrum! Target that location with me!*"
"*I will try to mark it with las fire! Over!*"

>As soon as she'd stop talking, she braced her lasgun, and turned her head towards Poinsettia, whom was still asleep.
>She began to quickly backpedal/bounce back, and run back to the Elk's side, then come to a stop. Crouch down, and roughly put a hand on their side to start shaking them awake!

>>207119
"Astral Poinsettia, wake up! Wake up, we need you! I need your help!!"

>She said, in earnest, with a bit of worry in her voice as she spared a split second's glance down at the Elk, then darted her hand back up to her lasrifle's underside to start lining up the shot with the hotly glowing rent she had spotted.

(There's no guarantee she'll wake up or be able to teleport me. This might be a gamble. It's a calculated risk, though.)

>She narrowed her eyes, sets her Lasgun's setting to Overcharge with the flick of her thumb, along the side of the green lasrifle.
>And then starts shooting towards the rent located at the lower hemisphere, seeking an opening in the Construct's guard in the melee to pinpoint it for everyone else, with the bright beams of her weapon!

>CRAKAKA CRAKAKA CRAKAKA - go the lasweapons, unleashing menacing red laser pulses towards the Construct!

>Mentally reciting the Litany of Penetration to her lasgun as she squeezed the trigger twice! She was never a marksman, but difficulty never stopped her.

[1d6+3 = 6]
<B. Overcharged L.E.W + Leadership: Targeting Weakpoint
[1d6+3 = 4]


Astral Poinsettia
The L.O.N.T
xevOw
?
No.207248
207315 207373
>>207237

>With a moan one of her eyes flutters open, the distinct impression she was looking right at the Engineseer.
"Waaaaaaaaaaa..."
>The Elk moaned, painful exertions robbing her of energy to get up.
"Did we win yet?"


Operation: Razorback Rampage, the BAD Mare Arrives
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.207315
207316 207318 207354 207356 207373 207378 207382 207385
>Leadership: +2 to all Ranged, Evasion/Sprint, & Assault/Parry/Riposte rolls

>>207168
>Still on the losing end of digital conflict, the 'Marquis' launches multiple strings of virii, but manages to give a quick hoof salute.
[1d6+1 = 2]
<B.Electronic Warfare
[1d6+1 = 2]

>vs:
[1d6+3 = 7]
<Superior Electronic Warfare: ?????
[1d6+3 = 8]

[1d6+3 = 8]

>Reaching 160M from the Construct about to get bucked, your first trio of penetrators ping off the rear hemisphere safely into the ground, the second and third puncturing into the silverine foam, now quickly disintegrating off it.
>Tapping a hoof on the display, the red unicorn A.I. points towards the Clinic as you note the trio of orange hexagonal pods, one now on the ground and inactive, then tosses an approximate location of the Command Center onto a small map.
"Can't figure it out sir, it's been trying to do SOMEthing to these two locations, no idea what or why for the first but it's not been able to jam the communication uplinks here. This 'Lonestar' in your records has been going absolutely ballistic keeping the Master Radio systems operational, I'm helping him out but silently as per Committee protocols-"

>Rear fuchsia ponyshoes smashing into the Construct's shield and being rewarded by the shield audibly fracturing, Naliyna's savage grin of triumph is interrupted by the now off kilter Mechano-Planar abomination's halberd landing crossways onto her front shoulders with less than a quarter of the force it had previously.
>The drastically slowed down weapon manages to force the scarred Crystal mare's face to twist into a glare, showing zero sign, or concern, of pain, strong front legs throwing herself backwards, skull first into the Construct's shield, spitting a toneless, thin needle of force into it.
[1d6+10 = 13]
<E.Assault: Leveling Crush
[1d6+10 = 15]

[1d6+10 = 12]

[1d6+14 = 16]
<E.Crystal Runes: Leveler
[1d6+14 = 19]

[1d6+14 = 15]

"SIR, what the buck is this 'Naliyna Remostrine' equine doing!? My readings on her are nearly triple the previous maximal combat performance records and files you've taken!"

>>207169
>Tearing your backpack off and removing the water canister, the red-trimmed, gold armored suicidal mare rearing backwards begins tearing her neck and chest armor off in pieces.
>Splashing her with the full contents, the mare gasps in welcome relief behind the facemask, steam gouting off the remaining plates while she cackles, speaking in a distinctly flat tone, much like Turquoise Shatter-Pike, yet had a rolling Asian accent.
"And here I've got two human stallions cooling me off right when I need it most! Thanks much, Marble is gonna flip her bucking tent with envy now!"

>>207173
>Ripping her front armor apart, Kitang simply tosses her head up from the steam, shouting after you.
"I owe your flanks a save human so remember it!"

>Slapping memories of Jerome outta the way and wrecking his track record by at least half that nigga's run-from-Popo time, that round orange banger now 180M away was about to lay the OLD 'hood smackdown on the mostly transparent trader mare.
>Surprising as that was, Naliyna's ear ringing buck to the thing's shield and laying her own silent smackdown was even more so, the Construct recoiling like it'd been given a dealer's last warning before the entire gang marches out.

>>207174
>Unused to the recent, and relative, lack of safety in Razorback Fortress, it was marginally improved by the PKM's comforting thunder, walking fire back and up into the Construct's unfoamed side hull.
>Less than 40M from the previously weaponized sphere, you note the strangely silent cone of rippling crystalline energies from Naliyna wreaking havoc across the orange surface, although it still wasn't giving up.

>>207237
>Catching the tail end of an acknowledging grunt, the Tempestus Scion continues forwards, passing around the Pagoda into a probable clear view of the abomination, the distinct crackle of a Hotshot Lasrifle creating a merry symphony to you, although the second and third crackles of ionized air did not sound good.
[1d6+4 = 10]
<E.Overcharged L.E.W.
[1d6+4 = 7]

[1d6+4 = 8]

>Watching the Pred-Elk stir, the orange sphere had since landed on the southwest side of the Pagoda, unfortunately between you and it, though the two shots where it had been was given an approving noise from the Stormtrooper, voxing a short, encrypted transmission as the Lasrifle's Machine Spirit begins whining about not being perfect in your eyes.

*"All Razorback forces near the Pagoda, prepare to engage close combat or supporting fire protocols, assist the Crystal pony or face the penalties of failure!"*

>>207248
>Returning to, mostly, consciousness, Astral is given a supportive sensation from the fairly distant New Everfree Forest surrounding Razorback.
>Although it had little else to offer due to the mostly unnatural state of the Fortress, the Pred-Elk cow was certainly doing something pleasing, and, whatever it was, there was definitely a silent chorus approving her choices.
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.207316
207318
>>207315
>vs:
[1d6+3 = 5]
<Auto-Logistics
[1d6+4 = 9]
<Environmental Scan
[1d6+8 = 13]
<Shield Smash
[1d6+7 = 11]
<E.Defensive Protocols
[1d6+7 = 12]

[1d6+7 = 8]

[1d6+14 = 20]
<E.Offensive Protocols
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.207318
>>207315
>>207316
[1d6+14 = 20]
<Offensive Protocols
[1d6+14 = 16]

Adon_the_Witcher
!!74IZbNGC/I
SLaNY
?
No.207352
207360 207630
>>206973
>>206539
>Finally being able to conjure this world's innate invisibility capabilities, his success is short-lived at the floating orange orb slowly crept up onto their hiding place.
>All four of them, in fact, had taken refuge behind the same boulder.
>Adon's eyes narrow at Golden Horn's assumption, looking at the chiqtu momentarily before fixing his gaze back onto the oncoming Construct and speaking in a low hush just loud enough for them to hear.
"Do you think it sensed the little guy's armor? It's Construct, in nature, right?"
>He mulls over another option.
"Could you possibly conjure something to grab its attention, and send it back the other way? Like that ice spectre, from earlier."
Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
?
No.207354
207386
>>207315
>Ignoring the flashing red readouts indicating the overwhelming superiority and unknown factors of the Construct's electronic interference, he eyes the pods with suspicion.

"Presumable asset denial of Construct equipment. Continue assistance within protocol."

>Brow arching in a mixture of disbelief and apprehension, he stares at Naliyna taking the blow directly as he continues to run towards them.

[No attempt to dodge? No reaction? Continued offense?]

"She does not appear to feel pain? Incredibly high combat potential. I've never witnessed this form from her. Must explain why Crystal Empire succeeds against Construct incursions, with these kinds of abilities. She has never exhibited this in past interactions."

[With that level of ability, why is she filing paperwork... ?]

>After closing within 100 meters, he raises his rifle again timing his shots with the stomping of his boots.

[1d6+3 = 5]
< Expert Combat Rifles + Leadership + Holo Sight
[1d6+3 = 8]

[1d6+3 = 8]

[Need to close distance. Sap internal fluid. Disable or it will destroy itself.]

>Hearing the same voice again, Pareidolia responds.

*"Be advised, target is attempting interference with central communications and acquisition targets outside Clinic."*

Ivan the STALKER
!EnJhCCu3Ns
UhWTN
?
No.207355
>>203316
>Ivan gives Naliyna a nod and half wave in return, before turning back to Raidor.
>And blocking out the attempted seductions.
>>203571
"While it was short, It was nice to get out of the Fortress for a bit."
>Nodding to Raidor, he gave him a bit of a bow.
"До наступного разу, Рейдор. I don't think anyone will complain."
>After a moment, Ivan recalled something and turned back to Naliyna, making his way over to her.
"Excuse me, you're one of the traders here, am I right? If I am, would you be able to help me out with a set of armor?"
Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
cGjv6
?
No.207356
207386
>>207315
>A cock of the head is the thing Cheto does to react to this pony's statement as the waterccan is emptied on her body.
"I would certainly wouldn't like being almost burned to a crisp, even if it meant stallions cooling me off afterwards."
>A shrug of his shoulders follows suit, not really minding the seemingly asian mare's comment as the stream of water lasts as long as the water can may last.
"But man, were you on fire! That was some cool moves you did back there."
>He seems genuinely impressed, if his widened eyes, raised eyebrows and positive voice tone is anything to go by.
(Checking current physique for any damages. I should make sure that this mare is fully cooled, apart from my own curiosity. The accent seems funnily familiar. Like those chinese-owned markets that were all around Capital Federal)
[1d6 = 6]
<U. Perception

>After ensuring the pony's wellbeing, he puts the empty can away in his backpack. A slight look of worry is plastered on Cheto's face.
"Do you need any help, Miss? We can go for the clinic if you need some treatment for your burns. Miss Flicker should still be in there."
(If she's awake of course.)
>He now fishes out the open dried fruit bag and present it to her.
"If you need some food, I have some dried fruit ready for your consumption."

>He eyes the soda pack with slight discomfort.
(Soda pack noted, although for some reason it's gonna taste like raw sewage. Hopefully I'm wrong.)
Karl "Spruce" Osmundsson
!aGuq39zDO2
0eXTm
?
No.207360
207630
>>206973
>>207352

>Spruce was unaware of this world's natural cloaking abilities and hiding those that did not wish to be seen.
>He looked at his own hands bewildered, and totally surprised.
[Norwegian] "Helig skit..."
>He whispers to himself in his native tongue, looking then to Golden
>Was he doing this?
>No matter, it likely wouldnt be enough to escape this construct unnoticed.
"Can we get... More invisible? Or yeah could you make a distraction for that thing? Or maybe... Put up some sort of fake projection of this rock while we escape?"
>He clutches his AG3 tightly.
"Or we could fight it, its just a single ball... How bad could it be?"
>Famous last words there.
Mallia Castella
GYGsJ
?
No.207373
207378 207386
>>207248
>Lowering her rifle, Astral can briefly spy Mallia as she tilts her lasrifle to the side and stares at it for a moment.
>The Enginseer didn't like the odd sounds it was making while shooting. She briefly sends a fretting, worried signal to her lasrifle as she sends a query about it's current status.
>Though before she can do more than give it a single pat on the Imperial Aquila emblazoned upon it's side, her eyes snap upward as she hears a CRASH, the sound of VICIOUS combat closing in.

>The Construct was barely 50 meters away from where she was right now. and still highly mobile even if currently busy fighting that weird Crystalline Equine xenoform.
>This would usually prompt her to press the attack... But then she snapped her glance down to Astral, who was downed right beside her; dangerously close to the fighting.

(This isn't good... If she's exhausted, she's too close to the fighting.)
(She could get injured.)

"Not yet,"
>She spoke calmly despite the situation; her voice hardened but still kind as she looked to the Elk, shuffling to stand closer beside her,

"Are you okay?? You fainted! The fighting is closing in, too! Can you teleport, maybe?"

>As she quickly asked the question, her hand reflexively abandons the underside of her lasgun and she tries to grab the Predlk by the fetlock, trying to pull her back onto her belly, her mechadendrite moving to the otherside of Poinsettia, stabilizing her and keeping her from falling back to her side, it's manipulator claw gently nudging against their shoulder-blade.

>She lets the mechadendrite hang there like that, letting it support the Elk as she maybe, possibly, attempted to stand up; like a big crutch.

>She hoped that the predelk could walk on her own, so she allowed her a moment to give a yes or no answer while Mallia turned their black visored glance back to the fight.

>>207315
>At this range, she barely even needs to aim. However, it wouldn't be enough to simply shoot.
>Enabling her preysense visor, she urges all of her machine spirit to pray to the Omnissiah and utter the Litanies of True Striking as she seeked out the glowing breach that she had seen earlier.
>Enlisting the help of her Auspex once more to analyze the Construct now that they were so close to it, telling to scan for weakpoints, and to send her any and all important combat-relevant information gathered.

>The news from the voxbead that it was trying to hijack longer range means of communication only urged her to act with more determination.

"If this thing calls for help... I can't imagine what even TWO of these things can do to us, at this rate."

[1d6+2 = 7]
<CQ. Auspex Scan: Battle Scan

[1d6 = 2]
<B. Enginseering
[1d6 = 1]

[1d6+1 = 7]
<B. Perception + PQ Preysense
[1d6 = 5]

>And then, as she braces her rifle and takes aim from her crouched position, she sends it a sympathetic signal as she quickly interfaces with the rifle directly, and attempts to soothe it with her presence, so that it may perform to it's best.

(Remember what I told the Auspex, Holy Machine Spirit. You do not disappoint me; you must keep trying, no matter if you fail, keep trying; I trust you, I have faith in you.)

(Fight on. And don't you DARE apologize to me! PRAISE THE OMNISSIAH WITH ME AND YOU WILL NEVER GO WRONG!!)

[1d6+1 = 2]
<B. Tech-Use: Rouse the Machine Spirit to Fury
[1d6+1 = 5]

>Then, as she waits for Poinsettia, she braces her lasrifle against her shoudler and takes aim, then, hoping to deal at least SOME damage while she is flanking the beast, unleashes a few more (hopefully) accurate shots towards it's weak point; trying to break through armor and shielding in the way!

[1d6+5 = 6]
<B. Overcharged L.E.W + Leadership
[1d6+5 = 9]

Astral Poinsettia
The L.O.N.T
xevOw
?
No.207378
207387 207501
>>207315
>She slowly got up, head shaking to try and dislodge the fatigue.
"Ooouch."
>She put her head back down, the movement giving her a severe migraine.

>>207373
"No I'm not...Horrible horrible pain. Old Horn is going to scold me for sure."
>Astral said in a tired tone, not resisting the Engineseer lifting her up onto her hooves.
>Once standing she braced herself, legs spread to ensure the earth wouldn't roll over and send her flopping onto the ground.
"Is the Clinic ok?"

>Eyes groggy the Pred-elk looked towards the Construct which elicited a half hearted growl.
"Imma tryna shoot da ting over der."
>She didn't fire at any particular part, just the big mean mass of annoying orange.
[1d6+2 = 5]
>E.Lightning Strike
[1d6+2 = 4]

[1d6+2 = 3]


Jamal Ratchet
!PsOrb9esFQ
U/Kel
?
No.207382
207387
>>207315
>Jamal continues his world-class running, pondering how much worse the hood would be if the police cap on his head actually meant anything.
>This pondering is cut short once he closes in less than footbal field distance once again and draws his 1911.
>He fires another two rounds at the metal cheese puff, aiming at the spot that some white sounding chick pointed out should it present itself.
[1d6+3 = 8]
B. Small Arms
[1d6+3 = 5]

"Stay still you pussy-ass cheese bitch! Stay still and catch these hands!"
[1d6+2 = 8]
B. Intimidation
[1d6+2 = 5]

[1d6 = 4]
U. Engineering
>The potential consequences of the construct getting tired of his yelling does not even come close to entering the mad nigger's mind.
Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
bl/Q8
?
No.207385
207387
>>207315
>"Just like training."
>Zhun's cadence of fire continued until he stops
>He gets a good look at the thing before deciding on shooting on the lance arm shoulder joint
>"Cripple it. Keep our horses safe."
>He gets a good mount on his shoulder before firing
[1d6+4 = 5]
<Basic Heavy Weapons
[1d6+4 = 6]

Operation: Razorback Rampage, the BAD Mare Arrives, Post #1/2
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.207386
207389 207393 207501 207588
>>207354
>Visibly impressed at the DJ's work, the Spiral A.I. raises an eyebrow, the other dropping down in concern.
"This Lonestar human is functioning like a Committee intelligence agent sir, he's jamming entire bandwidths, not just frequencies-"
[1d6+1 = 6]
<B.Electronic Warfare
[1d6+1 = 7]

>vs:
[1d6+3 = 4]
<Superior Electronic Warfare
[1d6+3 = 8]

[1d6+3 = 9]

>Making an incredibly judgemental face at being surprised, again, for the fiftieth time tonight, the A.I. simply begins filing the combat recording into encrypted storage.
"Hate to say this sir but I'd rather be losing to THIS digital abomination than allow you to deal with hostile equines-"

>Snapping off three bursts from the F2000 into the Construct's southern hemisphere, the first's relatively scattered penetrators aren't deflected, the second and third puncturing through the silverine foam, embedding with peculiar hollow sounds.

>Snarling over Razorback's broad spectrum transmissions, DJ Lonestar can be heard tearing his keyboard to shreds along with Emerald, much slower in comparison.
*"Ah'd be REAL grateful right 'bout's now if someone kin flat out kill what'n'th'fuck's tryin' ta cause data Hell ta us!"*
*"You could be a little nicer about this, Razorback is doing their be-!"*
*"Fuck off Em! Ah'm losin' half th'board 'ere and yer tellin' ME ta be nice af'er two days o'no sleep an'shitty stale coffee?! Th'secon' this shit's over Ah'm gonna drag ya straight off ta thet new brothel in th'Moors and stick yer lazy ass inna room filled wit'depraved mares even if ya shut up an'work them keys harder!*"

>Rubbing its chin with an even deeper look of concern, the A.I. makes a carefully constructed amendment to both of their records, as per standard Committee protocols.
"You really weren't foaling around about such varied humans being brought from different worlds-"

>Taking another tiny glancing blow, this time across the far left side of her skull from the Construct's pro wrestler sized fist, Naliyna changes tactics with a loud, ringing snort.
>Unaffected by either the headbutt or the Construct's human-like hand clutching the polearm, dropping down onto her rear legs the Crystal mare leaps upwards, shoving both clad forehooves into the 3' round shield and supporting arm while emitting a forceful burst into the shield itself.
[1d6+5 = 11]
<E.Reaction Speed
[1d6+5 = 10]

[1d6+5 = 8]

[1d6+10 = 13]
<E.Assault: Leveling Crush
[1d6+10 = 11]

[1d6+10 = 15]

[1d6+14 = 15]
<E.Crystal Runes: Leveler
[1d6+14 = 16]

[1d6+14 = 15]

>vs:
[1d6+3 = 4]
<Auto-Logistics
[1d6+4 = 9]
<Environmental Scan
[1d6+8 = 9]
<Shield Smash
[1d6+7 = 8]
<E.Defensive Protocols
[1d6+7 = 11]

[1d6+7 = 13]

[1d6+14 = 20]
<E.Offensive Protocols
[1d6+14 = 18]

[1d6+14 = 16]

"Sir, am I wrong in assuming that particular equine is ENJOYING this situation!?"

>>207356
>Still wrenching off presumably above comfortable temperature gold plates, the mare tosses her head side to side, dislodging the plain yet thick red-trimmed helmet and exposing a thin, wiry built earth pony's head, dark ocean blue coated with tiny red and pink speckles, the mane a pale cream color.
>Caught between snorting at your unintentional pun and snarling, the mare simply bends forwards, ripping off the small tower shield-like crest on her chest, cackling in exhaustion and audible pain as she does so.
"The Neighmperial Army doesn't let weaklings serve human, we earned our bloody stripes or died trying!"
>Tossing the briefest of a grin, you note large, quickly welling burns covering the mare's neck and chest, she drops down onto her rear hard with several loud clanks, both forelegs crossing her chest and smashing off shoulder plates with a hard, yet thankful inflection to her voice.
"I'll live with some great new scars, you go help shut that bucking thing down before it blows the Clinic off the face of Tallus! That's an order and if you don't do it the damned crazy Doctor here's gonna blow the shortest stack she's got on all your collective teats and asses!"

>>207373
>Unfortunately the Lasrifle's condition was back to rather basic Forge-World standards, a fact that the Machine Spirit knew and was viciously disliking.
>Dropping the command to your auspex, it denotes a rather curious series of energy calculations: not only was the 'Construct' almost functioning as a perpetual motion engine, each physical movement was further replenishing the unknown energy sources inside its hull.
>Pinging a bare internal schematic to your micro-cogitator, there was a set of eight rectangular storage units inside the Construct's left and right hemispheres, each one now at dangerously high, unstable levels of containment.
>Analyzing the small rent in the lower hemisphere, the auspex plaintively stated it was too small to directly target due to being suspended less than a foot off the ground, and the repulsion system it was using currently generated no heat.
>Relaying an estimate of combat data, the Construct was fully biotechnological and outclassed Raindrop Raspberry's potential physical capabilities by roughly 1.9 magnitudes, though the Machine Spirit was highly puzzled at the constant stream of unintelligible trinary data flowing from it.

>Watching the fuchsia crystalline equine performing near-suicidal, close combat delaying maneuvers that might even make Krieg Commissars concerned, as well as envious, the exterior hull was well over 120 degrees and rising steadily, yet it was visibly unsteady from the equine's impacts.

>Readily accepting your request, the Lasrifle's tiny Machine Spirit sings back in perfect Binary with the proscribed Litany of Hatred, catching in your shoulder twice.
>Narrowly avoiding the arm with the first brilliant red beam, several small chunks of orange shatter off into the crystalline xenos' barrel, the second puncturing a small circle into the hull, a small amount of fluid ejecting from inside.
Operation: Razorback Rampage, the BAD Mare Arrives, Post #2/2
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
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No.207387
207389 207511 207537 207588
>>207378
>Somewhat able to see the orange sphere on the western side of the pagoda, Astral's jolt of lightning slams into the upper left leg of the fuchsia shaped cloud of hatred in the form of a pony, the mare's contact with the Construct transferring some of the energies into it.
>Given her small understanding of pony close combat tactics and the bizarre nature of Crystal ponies, the Pred-Elk was dimly aware that it wouldn't harm the mare enough to matter.
>Which, in response to the lightning, the mare emits a wide, soundless sphere of laughing chimes, entirely felt rather than heard.

>>207382
>Cracking into the silverine band with the first shot, most of the rear foam was now shattered off, the second leaving a long trail of copper against the Construct's rear hemisphere.
>Now 60M from the abomination, it was clear that something was changing: for a split second, the halberd stills before the overly large human-like fist clutching it punches straight towards Naliyna.

>>207385
>Once more walking fire up into the Construct, the primary burst slam into the oversized, Uncanny Valley human arm connected to the hull.
>The second trio embeds into the bizarre metallic substance making up the arm itself, failing to puncture through deeply.
Jamal Ratchet
!PsOrb9esFQ
U/Kel
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No.207389
207802
>>207386
>>207387
*"Shut the fuck up, honky! We out here fightin while you jus sittin on yo ass!"*
>Once he finally gets as close as he's willing to get to the cheesebot, about 30M away, Jamal takes off his hat and relinquishes his temporary deputization.
>He would have failed his first piss test anyways.
>The detonator is activated and Jamal slings his hat upside down at the construct, aiming and timing for the explosive hat to detonate directly under the construct.
[1d6+3 = 7]
E. Assault
[1d6+3 = 7]

[1d6+3 = 4]

[1d6+3 = 7]
B. Sports
[1d6+3 = 4]

>...Jamal may have played frisbee golf with a white neighbor once in the hopes of not getting the cops called on him at a later date.
>He is thankfully smart enough cover his ears for the explosion, but he still grins from the felt shockwave.
>While prepping his last brick to be thrown, Jamal decides to cheer Naliyna on instead of just watching.
"Yeah! Git 'em Nal, fuck him up! Give him the jukes and hit him when he's still reeling!"
[1d6 = 5]
E. Leadership (Reaction Speed)
[1d6 = 1]

[1d6 = 1]

Cheto
!!WXYuQKHDUQ
cGjv6
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No.207393
207802
>>207386
>Cheto nods, understanding what's at stake.
(She seems alright, still standing. Maybe she can walk.)
>He ties a simple knot on the open dried fruit bag, put it in its backpack, making sure it's on his back still, and pulls out his Steyr back again from under his jacket.
(Be sure to take the safety off.)
>After doing said action, he waves at the pony as he starts dashing off towards the Construct yet again.
(I have a feeling she's right. I wouldn't want to make a medic of all people angry at me.)
[1d6+2 = 3]

[1d6+2 = 8]
<Basic Sprint.

>While on the run, his mand wanders yet again.
(Why am I feeling like I've seen people like that pony before?)
>A shake of his head.
(Not the time. Focus on that ball of metal. Where is it going and what's it doing are the questions that should be on your mind.)
[1d6 = 3]
<U. Perception
Mallia Castella
entMu
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No.207501
207511 207588 207802
>>207386
>Despite everything, Mallia couldn't help but crack a faint but tangible smile beneath her helmet, as her Auspex harvests precious information from the foe.

>She briefly pauses her shooting as she quickly issues another task to the Auspex: Scanning the constant stream of Trinary to attempt to understand it, as well as queuing another scan at least one of the rectangular storage units to completely identify it's function.

[1d6+2 = 5]
<CQ. Auspex Scan

>As soon as the Auspex was back to working, she half-turns her head to look down to the predelk beside her. In pain, but still trying to fight.
>The Enginseer shuffled closer to lean up against them, coiling the mechadendrite and shuffling it beneath Poinsettia's forelegs and around their lower chest, to support them as they try to urge the elk to lean against their side.
>Kind of like a hug but stiffer and more metallic, and a lot tenser.

>>207378
"Lean on me."
>Said the Enginseer to the still elk still tentatively marked as an ally, gritting their teeth and silently hoping she doesn't regret this.
"I'll support you and protect you. Try to recover, take a small break from attacking if you have to. Please."

>Unfortunately she could not spare a hand from her lasrifle in that moment, as she quickly began to try to target the small circle she had created with the last shot; even if she only hit around it she might make the breach wider by shedding the armor!

[1d6+1 = 3]
<B. Perception + PQ Preysense
[1d6 = 5]

>And as she tries to re-acquire the target, she quickly begins a broadcast over the encrypted frequency of the Razorback operators; trying to announce her findings to all.

"*All units; this is Enginseer Mallia! BE ADVISED: My Battlescan has revealed that the Abominable Intelligence is currently recharging it's unknown energy sources via constant motion!*"

"*I repeat: Each physical movement is replenishing It's power sources further and further!!*"

"*There are EIGHT, RECTANGULAR STORAGE UNITS inside the construct's left and right hemisphere. Their power readings suggest they are all at high and unstable levels of containment!*"

>With that, she quickly begins pulling the trigger on her lasgun, trying to score effective hits against the Construct's hemisphere that is currently facing her, mindful trying to hit at the spots she had hit with the previous volley so that damage would hopefully add up.
>Trying to make use of the rough schematic by targeting at the rough position of the storage units to damage them.

>Chanting alongside the Lasrifle, uttering the Litanies of True Striking beneath her breath.

"Deus Mechanicus guide my aim; O' Holy Machine Spirit strike with fury, strike down the hated foe with all your fury."

[1d6+1 = 6]
<B. Tech-Use + CQ. MIU: Rouse the Lasgun to Fury
[1d6+1 = 6]

[1d6+5 = 7]
<B. Overcharged L.E.W + Leadership
[1d6+5 = 7]

>CRAKAKA, CRAKAKA, CRAKAKA
>To the sound of her lasgun's bright beam causing a whipcrack through the air, she resumes speaking with one last, short message.

"*There is a weak point -- A rent -- located at the lower hemisphere, at the bottom side of the sphere! It is hovering exactly one foot off the ground, and I cannot reach it from here, but a well-placed explosive may cause damage to it! Over!*"

>She then tries to shuffle forward a little bit, trying to get a little bit more infront of Astral, protectively, in anticipation of having to pick them up and run away later.
Astral Poinsettia
The L.O.N.T
KHkPi
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No.207511
207802
>>207387
>>207501

"Thank you kindly Mallia."
>Astral said, wincing more at seeing she hit a pony than the Construct.
>'Lets try that again.'
[1d6+2 = 5]
>E.Lightning Strike
[1d6+2 = 5]

[1d6+2 = 5]

Zhun
!.BxecfigoM
k88MP
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No.207537
207588 207802
>>207387
>He stops his movement at 20m. and preps for another burst on the machine's arm before hearing the radio chatter again
>A woman's voice over the radio, not like Emerald's
>Someone around here with apparently either good eyes or some scanner
>Out of his depth, he holds onto the important bits of info
>"Storing energy through movement? Energy stored in tanks? What's this things endgame? Detonation? Charging?"
>Either way, Zhun puts the PKM aside and preps his own plastic explosives
>"Such a time since I messed with you..."
>Molding it into a ball shape, Zhun gets the detonator in hand and the ball of explosives in the other
>He then aims for the side of the hemisphere facing him and lobs the explosive at it, waiting until it just about hits the sphere before detonation
[1d6+2 = 8]
<Basic Assault
[1d6+2 = 3]

>After detonation, Zhun runs from the Construct to get about 50m. and back into firing position
[1d6+2 = 5]
<Basic Sprint
[1d6+2 = 6]

Pareidolia
!!traAHHGbAg
Ya/n0
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No.207588
207802
>>207386
>>207387
>Pareidolia holsters his F2000 upon seeing the relative lack of penetration of the Construct's hull.

[Lack of exposed weak points. Silverine presumably acting as armor for equator repairs. Consider upgrading arsenal for armored targets.]

>He activates his optical camouflage while drawing his Panorama Blade.

[1d6+2 = 3]
< Expert Stealth (Auto)
[1d6+2 = 7]

[1d6+2 = 5]

"Then he has probable experience with operating electronic suites though a distinct lack of Committee rigor."

>He winces slightly at Lonestar's yelling.

"The variety and lack of consistent pattern makes the mission that much more difficult.""

>Willing himself to continue forward, he pushes on as Naliyna revels in the body shattering combat.

"Highly likely. Few combatants would pose this level of challenge to a pony with her abilities."

[Can only hope it is incapacitated before it choose to self-destruct.]

>Hearing >>207501 over his transceiver and noticing >>207537 ,he looks towards where the explosives were placed trying to gauge how successful they were.

[1d6+1 = 5]
< Expert Perception + Pa
[1d6+1 = 2]

[1d6+1 = 2]

[Kinetic energy charging? Not in close enough range. Not enough time, need to try and pierce those units-]


Canterlot, City Edge
The GM L.O.N.T
Ibyj5
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No.207627
>>206372

>An obscene visage forcibly penetrated Corsens' minds-eye to ejaculate an image of Slannesh flipping him off right back with its massive spiked tentacle dicks.

>Reorganised back into their stoic standing positions at the sides of the Guilds main door, the Nightgaurds gave the Cultist an appraising look.
"That is the nature of this place Sir, if you do not care for it then it is not for you."
>Said the guard on the left, a stallion whom was scarred and older than the mare to the right.

>Walking by Corsens' side Venous tripped over her own hooves and nearly fell chin first into the hard cold ground at the humans words.
"I...AM...TRYING!"
>The Honour Guard snarled lowly, ears flat against her skull, her pace picking up speed to be in front of the Cultist.

>After that she did not say anything else, her demeanour stabilizing into a steady trot as she lead the human through the familiar Canterlot night-life.
>Even at night the grandiose, ostentatious Canterlotian architecture of main streets and boulevards were glaringly obvious thanks to the amount of bright glowstone lamps lighting up these bustling city parts. With her sour mood writ upon her face ponies and few other beings stepped out of her path through these populated areas, giving Corsen comfortable walking room. Sadly this meant no mares dared to 'bump' into his ass or crotch this night.

>As he followed her his internal map of the city suggested she was leading him towards the edge of Canterlot.
>Literally.
>Passing several master-crafted wooden bakeries, flower-shops and cornering a cluster of lantern lit gardens sitting against a city wall saw Corsen reaching the edge, wind swept and chilly as the flagstone ground extended out into the sky as a free standing lip above the mountain Canterlot sat upon.
>Despite its precarious nature the place had ponies here too, few in number compared during the day. Most were couples or herds enjoying nightly strolls with foals while soaking in the far reaching view of Equestria proper the unobstructed platform afforded. There were few Night guards, those that could be seen were flying in patrols off in the distance in defence patterns.
>It reminded Corsen of when Mistress Duo Whell first brought him here, and how she ordered him to rut her silly in front of a hundred ponies at least. Good times.

>Coming to a halt in front of him, Venous placed her head on the golden topped railing of the edge, a tired sigh escaping her lips.
"Down there Sir human."
>She said with no enthusiasm, a foreleg reaching out and hanging in the frigid open sky, hoof pointing downwards to a lake.
>The Canterlot Lake, a massive body of water that covered the majority of the surface at the mountains base. The reflection of the moon on the shifting waters was bright, highlighting the black masses of numerous islands inhabiting the lake. And on these were the twinkling lights of habitation, for every one of them were private property of Nobles and Royalty alike.

"Your Mistress is down there, on that island there."
>Her hoof pointed directly to one island that was separate from the rest by distance, its one defining feature that made it stand out from the rest was a brightly lit protruding tower in its centre.
"The private sanctum of the Royal Myndalin, your Mistresses' mortal enemy."
>Venous spat venomously.
Something Bad -A Small Nuisance
The GM L.O.N.T
Ibyj5
?
No.207630
>>207352
>Golden sat down onto his haunches and laid his back against the rocks hard rough surface, hooves rubbing both temples in thought.
"Most likely yes, but I am hoping this instance we're wrong."

>With a sideways glance he stared at the Chitqu, whom was curled into a vibrating ball of fluff on the Witchers' shoulder.
"I would need time to do that and I do not believe that is a good idea, if I summoned again and set my spectral upon the Construct it will no doubt call for reinforcements. And I do not want to know what it can call in as back up."
>Closing his eyes the old Unicorns' horn lit up.
"I need more information to decide on what to do."

>>207360
>Hand in front of his face, Spruce could see right through, apart from a vague outline he was invisible.
>This place was truly crazy.

>Golden Horn did not open his eyes, still concentrating on whatever he was conjuring.
"You may try Spruce however I like how deep I am currently in the Underdark."
>He breathed, what he was doing must be a bit of a strain on him.
"Throw a rock behind it then, there are plenty lying around in hooves reach. Can't do projection sadly, not much of a prankster. And please no, let us try other options before we commit to fighting it, yes I am scared of one floating ball before you ask."
>Spruce felt something plop onto his shoulder, looking he saw it was the Chitqu waggling its tiny finger at him. Again very human of it.
>Certainly is coming off as a smartass.

>A flash of bright yellow burst from Goldens' horn and swept across both the humans and beyond their cover, an aura materializing around the Chitqu also.
"Let us see if we can get away from it without using our little friend as bait."
[1d6+2 = 8]
>B.Arcane Awareness
[1d6+2 = 5]

Turns until upon position: 3


The L.O.N.T
Ibyj5
?
No.207632
>>206375

>Such a precious little colt, he needs a boop on the snoot.
[1d6+2 = 7]
>M.Belly rubs +Snoot Boop
[1d6+2 = 3]

[1d6+2 = 3]

[1d6+2 = 5]

>Lont agreed with this.
"Indeed I am lucky. Dare say to some degree Cadence is also lucky to have me, as a minor amount of ego tells me."
>He hoped Belregard caught on he was joking somewhat.

>Listening to Belregard open up and spill out his feelings certainly was an eyebrow raiser, he chewed the inside of his cheek thinking it over.
"Living certainly is a blessing, yet a curse too...Nothing beats it in my books but once it is over it's over, ending fast and unexpectedly-"
>He knew from experience.
"-Besides that I believe you too live, you have emotions and are caring for others. You are not some automaton, you are a living being like those you envy."
>Lont was not prepared to have a discussion on the merits of Existentialism with the Champion on the spot, he was not Fyodor Dostoevsky dammit.

>Upon hearing about the floating clams nature put him to ease by a large margin.
"Good to know that, when I first saw her I thought she was bad news. Helps to know she isn't the bastard ball of tentacles that killed me s'well."
>She sounded pretty chill to him also, which was a bonus. One less Ethereal to worry about.

>Rocking Void Crasher in his arms he weighed the options on who to go to, both sounded interesting enough. The latter moreso than the former. He will have to visit these strange healers another time, for now this Conclave will do. They have food after all.
"Right, the Conclave it is then. Ladies first!"

Natilda
!KjHVy9KYr2
UhWTN
?
No.207687
>>204178
>Grimacing, I watch as the schematic of her body comes up, showing new areas that need to be repaired.
"Climbing a tree wouldn't be smart anyway."
>Glancing out at the water as she regains oxygen for me, I nod.
"To one hundred meters it is. I never thought I'd be that far underwater."
>Swallowing at the mention of the Construct thing, I grimace again.
"Let us hope it doesn't find us, if it is."
OPERATION RAZORBACK RAMPAGE: Minor Success, Post #1/2
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.207802
207804
1448379694501.png
Op Minor Success.png
>Leadership: +2 to all Ranged, Evasion/Sprint, & Assault/Parry/Riposte rolls

>>207389
*"Ya s'pose we'd all be real safe an'sound if some Construct gits 'hold'a all our info ya dumbass!?"*

>Hurling the unfortunately poor fitting niggacop frisbee-hat at the orange menace, it floats across the courtyard to nearly 4M of the Construct.
>Watching on, Naliyna's half-leap, half-tackle rolls it backwards within range, the unmodified implosive blast denting most the Construct's rear hemisphere inwards, the Crystal mare relatively protected, except for some probably tinnitus.

>>207393
"I owe you one as well!"
>Grinning quickly, the odd looking earth mare flops down into the pool of water and Mr. Pibb to roll about in it, an expression of sheer envy covering her face.

>Taking the safety off, and streaking north towards the Construct now 220M out, the blast wave of a definite C4 charge is overpowered by the sound of metal bending inwards.
>While it wasn't exactly moving, the rather familiar fuchsia pony legs brute forcing the shield arm backwards was straining whatever anti-gravity tech the Construct used, apparently not able to cope with the added weight.

>>207501
>Instantly returning multiple sets of conflicting datums that made negative sense, the Machine Spirit was utterly unable to break the code.. rather normal since Holy Binary and the small amount of Hexadecimal it could translate wasn't enough.
>Parsing the variables on the rectangular devices within the Construct's hull, the auspex confirms the previous analysis of energy generation, further denoting that while it couldn't analyze the energies being produced or stored the Abominable Intelligence was nonetheless preparing for an extreme measure.

>Not entirely catching on fire, the visor lights up the Construct's hull in the temperature ranges between 'will burn on contact' and 'boiling water'.
>Spotting a small stream of equally heated fluid bubbling out of the Construct, the puncture was a tiny target, though you could probably make a ring around it with enough time.

>Praising the Omnissiah in tune with you, the Machine Spirit's fury against armored enemies is roused, accepting the necessary weapon damage from exceeding standard overcharge limitations.
>Litany of True Striking: grants +2 Armor Pierce for 2 turns.

>Placing both shots approximately where the right side's central containment units were, a flash of green energies seen crossing the hull's right side before the world brightens a touch.
>The hull ripples outwards, the localized detonation sends a burning shower of orange shrapnel and plasma towards the Pagoda and wrenches the weaponless human-like arm upwards, nearly fracturing off.

>>207511
>Striking the lower hemisphere of the Construct's hull, the electrical charge bounces around the small puddle of orange fluid billowing from where Pareidolia's blade had pierced through.. which promptly begins burning.
>Quickly, as a matter of fact.

>>207537
>Hurling the charge next to the Construct, now tipping southeast and into the C4's danger zone setting it off is rewarded with a secondary ejection of orange fluid and crumpling the greatly weakened hull inwards.
>Streaking back to safety east of the Pagoda while Naliyna accepts a mediocre punch to the side of her face, the trader drops under the thoroughly ragged round shield, scrambling to rush forwards before it could deliver another blow.
"I'M GETTING REALLY TIRED OF LAVA JUST SO YOU ALL KNOW! CAN'T WE JUST TAKE DOWN A GLACIER OR SOMETHING NICER FOR ONCE?!"
[1d6+5 = 11]
<E.Reaction Speed
[1d6+5 = 8]

[1d6+5 = 6]

>>207588
"Rigor or not, his skills are effective."
>Sinking into the unusually rigid Underdark, while it accepts you with faint suspicion the A.I. briefly puzzles over a strangely angled transmission, head cocking.
"Single target combat preference, I have some theories but they may not ma..tter? Sir, have no idea what's going on, but I can tell you that it was being jammed from orbit.. I think?"

>Tipping over backwards onto its virtually destroyed south hemisphere, the Construct's arms cease functioning, flaming plasma spreading around it in a large pool.
Razorback Fortress: Cleanup Duties...?
GM Strangler
!!t7UFhh5P6.
Iggfw
?
No.207804
>>207802
>Hurling off her overly warmed ponyshoes, Naliyna's head swivels around, blinking at the destroyed sphere now ablaze from the inside and crumpling inwards, the scarred mare calling aloud in relief.
"Don't get anywhere near it, those damned things stay hot for hours! Just let it melt because I'm not treating burns tonight!"
>Briskly turning her head to stare up at Chisan facing her, a grenade in each hand, she shrugs at his unspoken question.
"What? Just save them. I've seen a couple of these before, they don't blow up or anything, they just turn into lava. Dunno why."
>Briskly trotting forwards to pick up her ponyshoes with a merry hum, Naliyna paces around the Pagoda's north side to drop them off.

>Ordering his commbead into action, Chisan takes a deep breath before speaking between huffs, sticking the grenades back in their pouches.
*"Construct threat neutralized. Naliyna Remostrine stated she has encountered this specific xenos before. They do not self-destruct, they, quote, 'turn into lava', end quote. Avoid the.."*
>Checking his visor briefly, the Scion slings his Lasrifle onto his left shoulder, chuckling tonelessly.
*"Corpse until it cools or face severe burns."*

>Shoving open the Library's right scorched door, an exhausted, agonized, and furious mare begins shrieking.
"WHICH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS BROUGHT THIS THING DOWN INTO THE LAB?! CHISAN, GET YOUR ASS HERE WITH SOME MORPHIA OR ELSE I'M PROMOTING YOU AGAIN!"
>Upon hearing the voice, the Scion immediately shuts off his commbead so no one could hear him snerk, breaking into a jog, and circling well around the burning hulk.

>Captain Kitang & Naliyna gains: +1XP.
>Astral Poinsettia, Cheto, Mallia, Jamal, Pareidolia, & Zhun gain: +7XP.
contribution to your blog - guest posts
XU4Ys
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No.214687
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