Set six years after season 6, Occupied Equestria presents an alternative history where the Changelings have conquered half of Equestria, while a former Equestrian colony - soured to Princess Twilight's notion of harmony with all creatures because of their encounters with griffins - Invaded and took the other half. In Baltimare and the Equestrian Southeast, the magic of friendship has weakened, as Communists, Changeling infiltrators, Fascists, gangs, and corrupt creepy politicians threaten the city. This role play is based in large part upon the Equestria at War mod for Hearts of Iron 4, and uses D&d 3.5e mechanics
Shimmering Spark, Onyx Steel, and Brie Achtungsex now make the perilous crossing into the Changeling Lands. In Baltimare, Dark Star prepares for his next big assignement, while Silver concludes his mentoring of traumatized foals. Much further away, Iron stands under jeweled nighttime skies, preparing his next move
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>>105511
>>105511
As Silver shoots out of the blackness, he is followed by a mad, rushing horde of undead, centuries buried and exposed only now to the light. This reacquaintance with the sun, which most of them have not seen since they were living, breathing ponies of flesh and blood, does not cause them pause. Nothing but their quarry interests them now, and they trip and stumble over each other trying to get it. Two can feel it in their skinless, fleshless heaps before it pulls away from them, but none yet succeed. At last, they hear it dive into the receding lake, where the water cannot her fully wash away the putrid but delectable scent.
Silver watches the horde go over towards the water
>>105511
As Silver shoots out of the blackness, he is followed by a mad, rushing horde of undead, centuries buried and exposed only now to the light. This reacquaintance with the sun, which most of them have not seen since they were living, breathing ponies of flesh and blood, does not cause them pause. Nothing but their quarry interests them now, and they trip and stumble over each other trying to get it. Two can feel it in their skinless, fleshless heaps before it pulls away from them, but none yet succeed. At last, they hear it dive into the receding lake, where the water cannot her fully wash away the putrid but delectable scent.
Silver watches the horde go over towards the water
>>105512
Silver waits for the horde in all of its terrifying glory to get close to the unexploded bomb. He draws his rifle, waiting for the right moment to fire and send them all to kingdom come..
Silver waits for the horde in all of its terrifying glory to get close to the unexploded bomb. He draws his rifle, waiting for the right moment to fire and send them all to kingdom come..
>>105513
As the horde comes out into the sun, Silver sees it in fuller detail. Perhaps something around a dozen of them, mostly a bit smaller than the ghasts he knew, come out and towards the pool of water. They are missing portions of flesh, are entirely devoid of fur, and in all cases are skinny appearing, with the mummified remains having a mostly white color. Sometimes tail portions remain, and in most instances parts of the legs and hooves have fallen away to show exposed tendons. In some cases, portions of the mane remains. In some cases, nothing is left but bleached white mummified skin covering tattered bits of flesh clinging to bone. Some eyes remain in their sockets, all blackness or iris coloring bleeched out, and in some cases the eyes are missing completely, leaving black, empty sockets. Some have enough patterns on their skin and manes to show that they were once Zebra, and a couple have horns, or the remains of featherless wings, with exposed tendons and no feathers. In all cases, the lipless, noseless, formerly equine entities are unsettling, moving with unnerving speed and agility long after they have decayed, and their exposed teeth giving them an appearance of a kind of macabre smile. Not all in the horde move with such agility: a couple are late to join, or stumble with broken legs.
The quarry itself is roughly rectangular in shape, perhaps 400 feet by 200 feet or less at the top, and wider further away from Silver where a rectangular section juts further North. The quarry must have extracted solid blocks of granite, because the edges of the quarry itself, as well as the ledges, are of square shape with sharp, unnatural edges. The pinkish rock is almost shimmering with the rays of the sun on the far side, away from Silver, while the areas closer to Silver are dark and shielded from the sun. Unextracted rock, as well as dirt, form a small pathway leading up to Silver's position, as well as a series of flat areas that go progressively downwards, with the areas to Silver's left/North being lower, and the areas to Silver's right/South, towards the catacombs, being higher. The difference between the levels is perhaps five feet, but the ghouls stumble noticeably when crossing a level towards their target.
The water that remains at the bottom is a little murky - which may be nothing other than a function of the indirect sunlight, but disturbed mud and silt at the bottom of the quarry may also play a part. Some branches of long dead trees are visible sticking up at the far end... who knows what else may lurk in the water, undisturbed for a century.
The water's most famous interloper is the 250 lbs Aircraft dropped ordinance that sits upright against part of the north side of the quarry. It's more than a little rusted, but parts of its green paint have yet to flake away, and its stabilizer fins remain standing straight up. Exactly how this bomb came to be in that position is unknown, but it is not hard to construct a story: a wirraway, taking off from maybe as far away as Fillydelphia or Saltmane, crossed the oceans or Jungles to support the assault on Baltimare, Pinkamena's - Equestria's - last stand. Perhaps the battalion to which Poppy Primmer, Saccharine Spoon, and Lieutenant Blazer was crossing the area, and the opposing forces wanted it dispersed. Perhaps the Equestrians fortified now-demolished buildings, and the airstrike was sent to dislodge them. Perhaps over-worked pilots confused targets in the night time. In any event, a dive bomber went wide of its real target, and dropped the bomb on the edge of the lake. Either the water cushioned the fall, or the detonator was faulty, as it went straight down into the water before settling upright against a ledge. Who knows what other unexplored ordinance litters the fields, lots, rivers, ponds, and playgrounds of Equestria.
Silver himself is on a lot a number of acres in size, with some of the grass removed, and surrounded with a simple chain-linked fence marked with "no-trespassing," "private property," and "unexploded ordinance." Beyond this are several construction sites colored tan and brown by the disrupted sands. When the Chincoteague settled here, it was deciduous forest or meadows. When Curwhinny made his farm it was meadows still, a rural getaway from the then-distant town of Baltimare. When the company opened its quarry, Baltimare was encroaching to the South, and the site was open enough for a granite quarry, but close enough for big blocks to be transported only a few miles to new courthouses, townhalls, and higher-end town homes. But when the Mason family moved in, this area was still cheap enough for a poorer family to have a large plot with adjacent farms. The Silver Lake development project has own thoughts about the future of this area, and has bet enormous sums of money in a time of economic contraction caused by the war economy that this area will be the new North Baltimare. This area is the "nice" part of town, but still an easy commute from the commercial district, and Urbanization and "White-flight" will converge to bring better-off ponies from downtown and the countryside to this new community. The first step is to clear away some of the remnants of the area's history.
On another lot, a few ponies continue operating machinery, digging what is probably a trench for water or sewage piping. Their shift will be over in an hour.
As the horde comes out into the sun, Silver sees it in fuller detail. Perhaps something around a dozen of them, mostly a bit smaller than the ghasts he knew, come out and towards the pool of water. They are missing portions of flesh, are entirely devoid of fur, and in all cases are skinny appearing, with the mummified remains having a mostly white color. Sometimes tail portions remain, and in most instances parts of the legs and hooves have fallen away to show exposed tendons. In some cases, portions of the mane remains. In some cases, nothing is left but bleached white mummified skin covering tattered bits of flesh clinging to bone. Some eyes remain in their sockets, all blackness or iris coloring bleeched out, and in some cases the eyes are missing completely, leaving black, empty sockets. Some have enough patterns on their skin and manes to show that they were once Zebra, and a couple have horns, or the remains of featherless wings, with exposed tendons and no feathers. In all cases, the lipless, noseless, formerly equine entities are unsettling, moving with unnerving speed and agility long after they have decayed, and their exposed teeth giving them an appearance of a kind of macabre smile. Not all in the horde move with such agility: a couple are late to join, or stumble with broken legs.
The quarry itself is roughly rectangular in shape, perhaps 400 feet by 200 feet or less at the top, and wider further away from Silver where a rectangular section juts further North. The quarry must have extracted solid blocks of granite, because the edges of the quarry itself, as well as the ledges, are of square shape with sharp, unnatural edges. The pinkish rock is almost shimmering with the rays of the sun on the far side, away from Silver, while the areas closer to Silver are dark and shielded from the sun. Unextracted rock, as well as dirt, form a small pathway leading up to Silver's position, as well as a series of flat areas that go progressively downwards, with the areas to Silver's left/North being lower, and the areas to Silver's right/South, towards the catacombs, being higher. The difference between the levels is perhaps five feet, but the ghouls stumble noticeably when crossing a level towards their target.
The water that remains at the bottom is a little murky - which may be nothing other than a function of the indirect sunlight, but disturbed mud and silt at the bottom of the quarry may also play a part. Some branches of long dead trees are visible sticking up at the far end... who knows what else may lurk in the water, undisturbed for a century.
The water's most famous interloper is the 250 lbs Aircraft dropped ordinance that sits upright against part of the north side of the quarry. It's more than a little rusted, but parts of its green paint have yet to flake away, and its stabilizer fins remain standing straight up. Exactly how this bomb came to be in that position is unknown, but it is not hard to construct a story: a wirraway, taking off from maybe as far away as Fillydelphia or Saltmane, crossed the oceans or Jungles to support the assault on Baltimare, Pinkamena's - Equestria's - last stand. Perhaps the battalion to which Poppy Primmer, Saccharine Spoon, and Lieutenant Blazer was crossing the area, and the opposing forces wanted it dispersed. Perhaps the Equestrians fortified now-demolished buildings, and the airstrike was sent to dislodge them. Perhaps over-worked pilots confused targets in the night time. In any event, a dive bomber went wide of its real target, and dropped the bomb on the edge of the lake. Either the water cushioned the fall, or the detonator was faulty, as it went straight down into the water before settling upright against a ledge. Who knows what other unexplored ordinance litters the fields, lots, rivers, ponds, and playgrounds of Equestria.
Silver himself is on a lot a number of acres in size, with some of the grass removed, and surrounded with a simple chain-linked fence marked with "no-trespassing," "private property," and "unexploded ordinance." Beyond this are several construction sites colored tan and brown by the disrupted sands. When the Chincoteague settled here, it was deciduous forest or meadows. When Curwhinny made his farm it was meadows still, a rural getaway from the then-distant town of Baltimare. When the company opened its quarry, Baltimare was encroaching to the South, and the site was open enough for a granite quarry, but close enough for big blocks to be transported only a few miles to new courthouses, townhalls, and higher-end town homes. But when the Mason family moved in, this area was still cheap enough for a poorer family to have a large plot with adjacent farms. The Silver Lake development project has own thoughts about the future of this area, and has bet enormous sums of money in a time of economic contraction caused by the war economy that this area will be the new North Baltimare. This area is the "nice" part of town, but still an easy commute from the commercial district, and Urbanization and "White-flight" will converge to bring better-off ponies from downtown and the countryside to this new community. The first step is to clear away some of the remnants of the area's history.
On another lot, a few ponies continue operating machinery, digging what is probably a trench for water or sewage piping. Their shift will be over in an hour.
>>105516
The light certainly makes them no less ugly than they were in the darkness, but he will take their unsettling appearance in the daylight to their terrifying presence in the shadows.
He keeps on target, waiting for when the horde is within the blast radius of the huge bomb. No doubt the workers on the nearby lot will receive a rude awakening when it goes off, as will the mare in the front office. I suppose I am just taking care of both of their issues at same time.
The light certainly makes them no less ugly than they were in the darkness, but he will take their unsettling appearance in the daylight to their terrifying presence in the shadows.
He keeps on target, waiting for when the horde is within the blast radius of the huge bomb. No doubt the workers on the nearby lot will receive a rude awakening when it goes off, as will the mare in the front office. I suppose I am just taking care of both of their issues at same time.
>>105517
What is the blast radius of this bomb exactly? Just how far away can it fling shrapnel? Perhaps this thought crosses Silver's mind as he takes aim at the bomb an undisclosed number of feet away, perhaps not.
The ghouls stumble, then get up, going towards the last known location of their person of interest, although with less precision and clarity than they did before
What is the blast radius of this bomb exactly? Just how far away can it fling shrapnel? Perhaps this thought crosses Silver's mind as he takes aim at the bomb an undisclosed number of feet away, perhaps not.
The ghouls stumble, then get up, going towards the last known location of their person of interest, although with less precision and clarity than they did before
>>105519
A number of the ghouls look upwards towards Silver at the loud gasoline engine driving the pump
A number of the ghouls look upwards towards Silver at the loud gasoline engine driving the pump
>>105522
It goes wide some feet, but still lands in the water not all that far from the bomb. Some of the ghouls proceed into the water, thrashing around, some of them try to look for ways to get to the pump
It goes wide some feet, but still lands in the water not all that far from the bomb. Some of the ghouls proceed into the water, thrashing around, some of them try to look for ways to get to the pump
[1d20 = 3]
>>105523
No you don't! Silver tries to get the rogue ghouls' attention by throwing another rock.
>>105523
No you don't! Silver tries to get the rogue ghouls' attention by throwing another rock.
>>105524
This rock flies up and off towards Silver's right. The Ghouls are increasingly interested in the very loud two stroke engine next to Silver, and most start to walk towards it
This rock flies up and off towards Silver's right. The Ghouls are increasingly interested in the very loud two stroke engine next to Silver, and most start to walk towards it
>>105526
You never specified where Silver was standing on the perimeter of the quarry, or even for that matter if he bothered to leave the quarry. But the pump is located at about the top of the quarry a little to the left and north of the ramp going into the quarry (which is on the southern part of the western side). The most natural area for a lazy adventurer to be is in the area between the ramp and the and the pump
You never specified where Silver was standing on the perimeter of the quarry, or even for that matter if he bothered to leave the quarry. But the pump is located at about the top of the quarry a little to the left and north of the ramp going into the quarry (which is on the southern part of the western side). The most natural area for a lazy adventurer to be is in the area between the ramp and the and the pump
>>105528
In that case, it would be advantageous for Silver to quickly grab some more rocks and make his way up to the pump to shut it off.
In that case, it would be advantageous for Silver to quickly grab some more rocks and make his way up to the pump to shut it off.
>>105530
I would assume shutting the fuel line off would do the trick. Either it blows up or Silver ends up kicking it off the edge of the quarry.
I would assume shutting the fuel line off would do the trick. Either it blows up or Silver ends up kicking it off the edge of the quarry.
[1d20 = 1]
>>105532
Silver lets out a silent sigh, and throws another rock towards the bomb to try to herd them back into the water.
>>105532
Silver lets out a silent sigh, and throws another rock towards the bomb to try to herd them back into the water.
>>105533
The rock slips upwards out of his hoof, flies straight upwards, and hits against the pump with a loud “clang!”
The rock slips upwards out of his hoof, flies straight upwards, and hits against the pump with a loud “clang!”
>>105535
This is much more successful, hitting the bomb directly, resounding with a “clang,” and even causing it to slip and scrape against the rock
This is much more successful, hitting the bomb directly, resounding with a “clang,” and even causing it to slip and scrape against the rock
>>105536
Yes! Silver really hopes that that's enough noise to get the horde back down into the water.
Yes! Silver really hopes that that's enough noise to get the horde back down into the water.
It looks like Silver is Kill. Maybe it is time to do Iron’s section
>>105546
Well.... There are some ghouls near the bomb, some kind of near because they never were able to climb out of the water, and some that are still kind of nearer Silver
Well.... There are some ghouls near the bomb, some kind of near because they never were able to climb out of the water, and some that are still kind of nearer Silver
>>105550
At this point, merely two who are closer to the door. It may also be worth exploring the meaning of the phrase "close to the bomb"
At this point, merely two who are closer to the door. It may also be worth exploring the meaning of the phrase "close to the bomb"
>>105552
I suppose, knowing what little I know, then the lethal range for that bomb would be about the size of a room. Larger with how it's got the quarry wall to condense the explosive.
I suppose, knowing what little I know, then the lethal range for that bomb would be about the size of a room. Larger with how it's got the quarry wall to condense the explosive.
>>105545
Sparks from the flame fly upwards towards the night sky, which is noticeably more dotted with stars and distant celestial objects than the skies seen Iron has seen above Baltimare - certainly more so than the foggy night by the harbor.
Pear continues looking up, and though she does not look at, nor address Iron, she volunteers the following unprovoked:
"When I was young, my mother and father took me to the Summer Sun celebration in Canterlot. I was disinterested at first. It was crowded and kind of hot that morning. But when I saw it.... It was, it was stupendous. Like nothing I had ever seen before. Of all my childhood experiences, it was that one that left me in awe and wonder more so than any other. To be in the presence of nothing less than the divine... It let me know that there was something more than just ordinary life. I followed the Elements of Harmony in their stories. I read a lot of literature. Gusty the Great, Flash Prance, the Pillars... I got my mother to take me to see the Coronation even as money was tight. It was a welcome contrast with my home life. An over zealous tax collector. Union politics.... All that faded away against tales of noble deeds. I considered becoming a nun, but my parents wanted me to go to college, so I went to college. I got accepted into Equus University in Manehattan. My first day in class... i couldn't believe. There were Professors who openly insulted the Princesses. There were even those who denied that she moved the Sun"
>>105553
A modern fragmentation grenade has a "wounding range" of 49 feet, which is allegedly "half" the range of older models. A pure concussion grenade has a range of 7 feet. A 250 pound bomb weighs as much as about 190 fragmentation grenades, and has a thick steel coating like one
Sparks from the flame fly upwards towards the night sky, which is noticeably more dotted with stars and distant celestial objects than the skies seen Iron has seen above Baltimare - certainly more so than the foggy night by the harbor.
Pear continues looking up, and though she does not look at, nor address Iron, she volunteers the following unprovoked:
"When I was young, my mother and father took me to the Summer Sun celebration in Canterlot. I was disinterested at first. It was crowded and kind of hot that morning. But when I saw it.... It was, it was stupendous. Like nothing I had ever seen before. Of all my childhood experiences, it was that one that left me in awe and wonder more so than any other. To be in the presence of nothing less than the divine... It let me know that there was something more than just ordinary life. I followed the Elements of Harmony in their stories. I read a lot of literature. Gusty the Great, Flash Prance, the Pillars... I got my mother to take me to see the Coronation even as money was tight. It was a welcome contrast with my home life. An over zealous tax collector. Union politics.... All that faded away against tales of noble deeds. I considered becoming a nun, but my parents wanted me to go to college, so I went to college. I got accepted into Equus University in Manehattan. My first day in class... i couldn't believe. There were Professors who openly insulted the Princesses. There were even those who denied that she moved the Sun"
>>105553
A modern fragmentation grenade has a "wounding range" of 49 feet, which is allegedly "half" the range of older models. A pure concussion grenade has a range of 7 feet. A 250 pound bomb weighs as much as about 190 fragmentation grenades, and has a thick steel coating like one
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>>105552
So, perhaps one more successful rock throw to get the vast majority of them in the blast radius?
So, perhaps one more successful rock throw to get the vast majority of them in the blast radius?
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>>105559
Another loud "CLANG!" that hits the bomb, and Silver may need to worry about knocking it over
Another loud "CLANG!" that hits the bomb, and Silver may need to worry about knocking it over
>>105560
Bullseye.
Silver brings his rifle up to his shoulder, and aims at the bomb's warhead.
Okay...focus aim on inhale, pull trigger on exhale.
Inhale...
So, just a regular attack roll now, or is that not necessary?
Bullseye.
Silver brings his rifle up to his shoulder, and aims at the bomb's warhead.
Okay...focus aim on inhale, pull trigger on exhale.
Inhale...
So, just a regular attack roll now, or is that not necessary?
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Uh... do Onyx or Dark Star want to declare actions? Or Iron or Silver for that matter?
>>105574
Hmm... I think we are waiting for clearance from the changelings. But I have missed a few days, so we could be past them.
Hmm... I think we are waiting for clearance from the changelings. But I have missed a few days, so we could be past them.
>>105581
At the moment, no pony. A ragged pinkish-reddish carpeted floor, white walls with a bit of texture to them, iron railings on the staircase up, and wooden steps. A lower quality, older apartment foyer. There are mailboxes to the left, and the staircase to the right, as well as a hallway down the left
>>105579
Hit
Roll die
>>105580
"Last I saw him, he was going to the Curwhinny farm to try to extract books"
At the moment, no pony. A ragged pinkish-reddish carpeted floor, white walls with a bit of texture to them, iron railings on the staircase up, and wooden steps. A lower quality, older apartment foyer. There are mailboxes to the left, and the staircase to the right, as well as a hallway down the left
>>105579
Hit
Roll die
>>105580
"Last I saw him, he was going to the Curwhinny farm to try to extract books"
>>105585
"Silver and i were able to sneak past the Ghasts after we Drank that potion, before the library caught on fire."
"Silver and i were able to sneak past the Ghasts after we Drank that potion, before the library caught on fire."
>>105588
>>105586
>>105583
>>105579
Silver takes aim at the Bomb with his Lavender rifle, in that little area between the fuse and the remainder of the warhead. He pulls the trigger, there is a "ding," and a fraction of a second before "ZING!"
The bomb explodes at first in red fire, then white and grey cloud. droplets of water are thrown up everywhere. from the opposite side of the Quarry can be seen little clouds of pink dust where, presumably, shrapnel has hit against the wall. Silver feels a WOOSH of compressed and hot air rush towards him, a "whirl" of something pass by his ear, and the grey cloud comes towards him after some of it bounces off against the lower part of the quarry. Silver is nearly knocked down by this and his rifle wobbles. Nearly, but Silver composes himself and stands firm as a ringing sound fills his ears
>>105589
"Oh. Yes. That..."
>>105586
>>105583
>>105579
Silver takes aim at the Bomb with his Lavender rifle, in that little area between the fuse and the remainder of the warhead. He pulls the trigger, there is a "ding," and a fraction of a second before "ZING!"
The bomb explodes at first in red fire, then white and grey cloud. droplets of water are thrown up everywhere. from the opposite side of the Quarry can be seen little clouds of pink dust where, presumably, shrapnel has hit against the wall. Silver feels a WOOSH of compressed and hot air rush towards him, a "whirl" of something pass by his ear, and the grey cloud comes towards him after some of it bounces off against the lower part of the quarry. Silver is nearly knocked down by this and his rifle wobbles. Nearly, but Silver composes himself and stands firm as a ringing sound fills his ears
>>105589
"Oh. Yes. That..."
>>105590
"...WOOHOOHOHOHOO! YEAH! THAT WAS AMAZING!" Even as he can't hear himself shout in amazement at the explosion he's caused, Silver jumps for joy at the awesome destruction he's wrecked. He puts a hoof in his ear to try to adjust it, making "mulp" or "malp" sounds to see if he can fight through the tinnitus. He also surveys the landscape to see what of the undead horde survived.
"...WOOHOOHOHOHOO! YEAH! THAT WAS AMAZING!" Even as he can't hear himself shout in amazement at the explosion he's caused, Silver jumps for joy at the awesome destruction he's wrecked. He puts a hoof in his ear to try to adjust it, making "mulp" or "malp" sounds to see if he can fight through the tinnitus. He also surveys the landscape to see what of the undead horde survived.
[12d20 = 120]
>>105591
He can barely hear the "mulp mulp," coming off in a sensation almost like that of being at high altitude. His ears ring on with a slow "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" that's almost like a damned bat pony but less annoying.
The little clouds of dust on the far wall rise, and ripples appear in the water over there as small fragments fall. A big wave crashes against the wall, breaks, and moves back, as water moves to the other side of the shallow lake completely engulfing the ripples over there. Something floats in the water, and the water itself is far more brown than it was before. A large crack appears in the side of the wall near where the bomb had been, and parts of rock fall into the water. the rock on the ledge where the bomb has been is now completely gone, and still more pieces of rock fall into the water. Something falls down and crashes into the ground on the North side of the quarry. Silver's shirt is wet, as are parts of his fur. Indeed, he could feel droplets of water splash on his muzzle. Now, he can smell what must be the explosives. It's a different smell than Silver is (probably) used to, smelling more like the TNT used to blow bridges or for mining than cordite or gunpowder
>>105591
He can barely hear the "mulp mulp," coming off in a sensation almost like that of being at high altitude. His ears ring on with a slow "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" that's almost like a damned bat pony but less annoying.
The little clouds of dust on the far wall rise, and ripples appear in the water over there as small fragments fall. A big wave crashes against the wall, breaks, and moves back, as water moves to the other side of the shallow lake completely engulfing the ripples over there. Something floats in the water, and the water itself is far more brown than it was before. A large crack appears in the side of the wall near where the bomb had been, and parts of rock fall into the water. the rock on the ledge where the bomb has been is now completely gone, and still more pieces of rock fall into the water. Something falls down and crashes into the ground on the North side of the quarry. Silver's shirt is wet, as are parts of his fur. Indeed, he could feel droplets of water splash on his muzzle. Now, he can smell what must be the explosives. It's a different smell than Silver is (probably) used to, smelling more like the TNT used to blow bridges or for mining than cordite or gunpowder
>>105592
Sweet Celestia, this tinnitus...
Silver looks at what landed in the North side of the quarry, curious to see if it's a piece of bomb that somehow survived, a piece of rock, or a piece of some ghast or ghoul that got blown to smithereens.
Sweet Celestia, this tinnitus...
Silver looks at what landed in the North side of the quarry, curious to see if it's a piece of bomb that somehow survived, a piece of rock, or a piece of some ghast or ghoul that got blown to smithereens.
>>105598
Hmm...hope my eyesight is not going out alongside my hearing. Silver continues to survey the destruction for any surviving undead.
Hmm...hope my eyesight is not going out alongside my hearing. Silver continues to survey the destruction for any surviving undead.
>>105599
There are pieces of corpses in the water, some bobbing, most separated into pieces. At least two are moving
There are pieces of corpses in the water, some bobbing, most separated into pieces. At least two are moving
[1d20+9 = 16]
>>105600
Shooting fish in barrel. Silver takes aim at the nearest of the moving corpses, breathes in to steady his aim, then pulls the trigger on the exhale.
>>105600
Shooting fish in barrel. Silver takes aim at the nearest of the moving corpses, breathes in to steady his aim, then pulls the trigger on the exhale.
>>105606
Part of it has been melted away by water, part has fallen out, and the tin container is bent, but yes, Silver has the smelly white substance in his hooves
Part of it has been melted away by water, part has fallen out, and the tin container is bent, but yes, Silver has the smelly white substance in his hooves
[1d20+9 = 23]
>>105607
"Pleasant...got to find waste receptacle to throw this in when I get chance. Or biohazard container."
Silver returns to firing at the now-injured ghoul.
>>105607
"Pleasant...got to find waste receptacle to throw this in when I get chance. Or biohazard container."
Silver returns to firing at the now-injured ghoul.
>>105608
Hit. The thing recoils again, and then falls over into the water, as the smell of brussel sprouts and cotton candy exudes from the container
Hit. The thing recoils again, and then falls over into the water, as the smell of brussel sprouts and cotton candy exudes from the container
[2d8 = 11]
>>105609
Not sure if a damage roll is needed, but here's one anyways.
*sniff sniff*
"Oh Goddesses...that stuff reeks..."
>>105609
Not sure if a damage roll is needed, but here's one anyways.
*sniff sniff*
"Oh Goddesses...that stuff reeks..."
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