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Onyx, Spark and Brie settle down for the night in a cabin in the woods along with a set of recently rescued ponies, saved from Changeling cocoons, as well as the changelings who sought to take them captive, who are themselves locked away as captives.
In Baltimare, Silver, Dark Star, Iron, and now Midnight Lily do their last preparations before seeking to take on a creature smuggling operation in a port-side neighborhood
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>>113928
It's a section of brick wall that obviously once held a doorway to a different section of the underground. Now, it has a brown-tan brick (as opposed to the red-brown of the walls), some of which are partly cut to make them fit in the walled-arch doorway
It's a section of brick wall that obviously once held a doorway to a different section of the underground. Now, it has a brown-tan brick (as opposed to the red-brown of the walls), some of which are partly cut to make them fit in the walled-arch doorway
>>113929
>>113930
"We nab the griffons, from the free workers to the guards to the leader of said guards. The more they know the merrier. Of course, we will not harm the workers, even if they are willing. A simple tying should do it for them."
He passes through the archway, wondering what's this door-sized hole all about.
>>113930
"We nab the griffons, from the free workers to the guards to the leader of said guards. The more they know the merrier. Of course, we will not harm the workers, even if they are willing. A simple tying should do it for them."
He passes through the archway, wondering what's this door-sized hole all about.
>>113931
"Alright, that sounds like a plan."
Midnight sticks her head through the archway after Iron walks through.
"Alright, that sounds like a plan."
Midnight sticks her head through the archway after Iron walks through.
>>113934
>>113933
>>113935
If Iron and Midnight had been in this room back in the ‘40s - when 33 Hoebuck was the Baltimare Mare’s Asylum, a church-run minimum security prison and labor camp for prostitutes, petty criminals, and poor mares with foals born out of wedlock that masqueraded as a place of help - then that archway would have opened into some portion of the structure’s lower levels. But the city walled it away when the interior size of the structures were reduced for the new poor house.
*snoot is bopped by wall*
>>113935
>>113935
Do you mean the door on the right that leads to the hallway?
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>>113933
>>113935
If Iron and Midnight had been in this room back in the ‘40s - when 33 Hoebuck was the Baltimare Mare’s Asylum, a church-run minimum security prison and labor camp for prostitutes, petty criminals, and poor mares with foals born out of wedlock that masqueraded as a place of help - then that archway would have opened into some portion of the structure’s lower levels. But the city walled it away when the interior size of the structures were reduced for the new poor house.
*snoot is bopped by wall*
>>113935
>>113935
Do you mean the door on the right that leads to the hallway?
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>>113938
They do so. The hallway looks much the same as it does between the laundry room and the workshop
They do so. The hallway looks much the same as it does between the laundry room and the workshop
>>113939
Iron moves his flashlight around.
"This place is quite empty down here. I would have thought they would place the workers down here."
(Perhaps I could try breaking the wall that booped me. Maybe there is where they are being held.)
He walks along the hallway, curious as to where this would lead.
Iron moves his flashlight around.
"This place is quite empty down here. I would have thought they would place the workers down here."
(Perhaps I could try breaking the wall that booped me. Maybe there is where they are being held.)
He walks along the hallway, curious as to where this would lead.
>>113940
"Exploration for now. Perhaps we can catch the griffon in charge with the commotion the lack of magic lights would cause."
"Exploration for now. Perhaps we can catch the griffon in charge with the commotion the lack of magic lights would cause."
>>113943
Iron decides to search the door which the pipe goes into.
(Perhaps this has something special.)
Iron decides to search the door which the pipe goes into.
(Perhaps this has something special.)
>>113946
"What even is this?" he questions aloud.
He walks over to one of the tanks, hovering his hoof near it.
(Noisy metal things. They are going to give me a headache.)
"What even is this?" he questions aloud.
He walks over to one of the tanks, hovering his hoof near it.
(Noisy metal things. They are going to give me a headache.)
>>113956
*clique*
The door tends back, and possibly breaks internally. Iron can hear that is evidently chained at some point. The door bends and perhaps cracks, but it hasn’t quite given way
*clique*
The door tends back, and possibly breaks internally. Iron can hear that is evidently chained at some point. The door bends and perhaps cracks, but it hasn’t quite given way
>>113957
Iron hums to himself.
"So many doors to hide in. Perhaps this is the place the workers are."
Once more, he presents a counter-offer against the door: Open or I destroy you
[1d20 = 13]
<If this flies towards somepony and kills him/her, I'd be impressed
Iron hums to himself.
"So many doors to hide in. Perhaps this is the place the workers are."
Once more, he presents a counter-offer against the door: Open or I destroy you
[1d20 = 13]
<If this flies towards somepony and kills him/her, I'd be impressed
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>>113965
Whispers
The ambient sounds of pumps turning, the movement of steam and water through pipes have gone
Whispers
The ambient sounds of pumps turning, the movement of steam and water through pipes have gone
>>113974
Iron does so. There's really nothing to say about what follows, because Iron has deprived himself of all sensory input
>>113975
Midnight strolls forward. A light flickers on, and illuminates just barely the tan brick walls. Iron seems to be a little in front, but far enough ahead to not really be distinguished in the darkness. The path lazy tilts slightly off to the left, then curves back to the right, then bends at a slightly sharper but still natural angle to the left, all in the span of maybe 50 or 70 feet
Iron does so. There's really nothing to say about what follows, because Iron has deprived himself of all sensory input
>>113975
Midnight strolls forward. A light flickers on, and illuminates just barely the tan brick walls. Iron seems to be a little in front, but far enough ahead to not really be distinguished in the darkness. The path lazy tilts slightly off to the left, then curves back to the right, then bends at a slightly sharper but still natural angle to the left, all in the span of maybe 50 or 70 feet
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>>113978
Though the path may be straight, Iron's walking cannot be perfectly so. He grazes into a wall, though at this angle it's hardly a harsh bump
>>113980
At first as she winds along the path, a single whisper. Then another. Then silence. Towards the ends, a couple together at once. Another bulb flickers on as she moves forward
Though the path may be straight, Iron's walking cannot be perfectly so. He grazes into a wall, though at this angle it's hardly a harsh bump
>>113980
At first as she winds along the path, a single whisper. Then another. Then silence. Towards the ends, a couple together at once. Another bulb flickers on as she moves forward
>>113985
There is nothing in the dark. Only a brick hallway that proceeds straight onwards, eventually culminating in an end. There are some doorways and entries
There is nothing in the dark. Only a brick hallway that proceeds straight onwards, eventually culminating in an end. There are some doorways and entries
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>>113988
>>113983
H-hey!
Iron feels the soft body pressing against his back, making him jump slightly.
(Oh boy.)
>>113986
Iron decides that the end doorway should be where the possible griffons Midnight may have heard should've come from the door furthest from them.
In any case, he tries using his ears to try and guess at what door Midnight's hearing the whispers as he goes, stopping if he can pinpoint any other door he passes through.
[1d20 = 19]
<Inferior Earth Poner Ears
>>113987
DARGH! NO! STOP!
>>113983
H-hey!
Iron feels the soft body pressing against his back, making him jump slightly.
(Oh boy.)
>>113986
Iron decides that the end doorway should be where the possible griffons Midnight may have heard should've come from the door furthest from them.
In any case, he tries using his ears to try and guess at what door Midnight's hearing the whispers as he goes, stopping if he can pinpoint any other door he passes through.
[1d20 = 19]
<Inferior Earth Poner Ears
>>113987
DARGH! NO! STOP!
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>>113990
Iron scratches his head.
(Strange. No sounds anywhere.)
>>113992
He coughs heavily, blushing himself.
"No problem. It was an accident. I completely understand."
(Gods. I do not want to be flustered right now...)
A lingering threat of impulse threatens Iron's otherwise stable thought process.
>>113990
He goes to the furthest door available, beckoning Midnight to follow, and opens it.
>>113993
Y-you big meanie!
Iron scratches his head.
(Strange. No sounds anywhere.)
>>113992
He coughs heavily, blushing himself.
"No problem. It was an accident. I completely understand."
(Gods. I do not want to be flustered right now...)
A lingering threat of impulse threatens Iron's otherwise stable thought process.
>>113990
He goes to the furthest door available, beckoning Midnight to follow, and opens it.
>>113993
Y-you big meanie!
>>113994
>>113991
Okay, it looks like the two of you have agreed to keep Skies in the scene. Skies gave an explanation (with a high bluff check) that the two of your are nostalgic and lost, and partly intoxicated
"Very well... Let us continue"
An orange stallion, appearing to belong to the generation seperating Dark Star and Silver, perhaps a little closer to Silver's age, walks up to the two. He is well dressed, has on reading glasses, and a has a short, trim mane with both white and blue aspects
"Hello. Would you like to join us?"
He asks
The speaker (priest?) continues speaking, often using a free claw or less often his wings to add emotion
"The arimaspi tore through the outer edges of the city, leading up to the top. The Knights of Archturus - shining in their ancient armor, and decorated with the medals of a thousand campaigns - stood there, in guard of their great city. Each carrying the bravery of a hundred generations. Each believing themselves to be blessed by Arturus himself, and believing that light shall triump over darkness. And each one of them fell by the Arimaspi. Smashed by his giant club. Limbs torn off and sundered. No matter who or how, all fell. And so the griffins of Griffinstone looked on as one by one, their faith in the might of the Griffonian Empire, of the Impregnability of their city, and in the deliverance promised to them by their gods, was smashed before them, just as had so many knights, and the city gates"
>>113996
>>113995
This opens to... a relatively bare room. Not all of it can be seen. Brown stone floor, and stone walls
>>113991
Okay, it looks like the two of you have agreed to keep Skies in the scene. Skies gave an explanation (with a high bluff check) that the two of your are nostalgic and lost, and partly intoxicated
"Very well... Let us continue"
An orange stallion, appearing to belong to the generation seperating Dark Star and Silver, perhaps a little closer to Silver's age, walks up to the two. He is well dressed, has on reading glasses, and a has a short, trim mane with both white and blue aspects
"Hello. Would you like to join us?"
He asks
The speaker (priest?) continues speaking, often using a free claw or less often his wings to add emotion
"The arimaspi tore through the outer edges of the city, leading up to the top. The Knights of Archturus - shining in their ancient armor, and decorated with the medals of a thousand campaigns - stood there, in guard of their great city. Each carrying the bravery of a hundred generations. Each believing themselves to be blessed by Arturus himself, and believing that light shall triump over darkness. And each one of them fell by the Arimaspi. Smashed by his giant club. Limbs torn off and sundered. No matter who or how, all fell. And so the griffins of Griffinstone looked on as one by one, their faith in the might of the Griffonian Empire, of the Impregnability of their city, and in the deliverance promised to them by their gods, was smashed before them, just as had so many knights, and the city gates"
>>113996
>>113995
This opens to... a relatively bare room. Not all of it can be seen. Brown stone floor, and stone walls
>>114003
>>113999
The Unicorn pony tilts his head and gives a partial frown at Dark Star, but leads the two (three) to a set of seats
"Alright, follow me. Now he's speaking of the loss of the Idol of Boreas"
>>114001
>>113998
The room is rectangular and fairly bare, Judging from the stone ground, and walls covered in simple mortar, this room is either used for storage, or whatever occupied it has long since been stripped away and removed. There is a door on the far right
>>113999
The Unicorn pony tilts his head and gives a partial frown at Dark Star, but leads the two (three) to a set of seats
"Alright, follow me. Now he's speaking of the loss of the Idol of Boreas"
>>114001
>>113998
The room is rectangular and fairly bare, Judging from the stone ground, and walls covered in simple mortar, this room is either used for storage, or whatever occupied it has long since been stripped away and removed. There is a door on the far right
>>114004
Silver keeps his voice low, so as to not disturb the speaker. "Griffonia's very own religious artifact, and symbol of power, wealth, and rightful rule."
Silver keeps his voice low, so as to not disturb the speaker. "Griffonia's very own religious artifact, and symbol of power, wealth, and rightful rule."
>>114010
>>114009
He continues
"From his throne high on top of the tree of Griffinstone, Guto the Sixth watched the Aramaspi tear through his knights, and slog his way towards his throne. From that Throne room, Guto the Sixth could peer out over his vast domains, and by decree rule a territory that spanned all of Griffin kind from East to West, only hemmed in by Pony Spear and Magic. Everygriffin, rich and poor, old and young, had for centuries lived under Griffinstone's holy rule, and appealed to Griffinheim's courts. All of the power, glory, and wealth of a continent was concentrated in that room, and he was surrounded by treasures vast and deep of gems and swords of conquered creatures and coins of every mint, baring the images of a thousand conquered kings and two dozen imperial predecessors. And chief in the center of it all was the divine idol of Boreas, said to be minted by Boreas himself, the physical manifestation of the principle of law and order. It's presence in that room gave he who sat on the throne the divine right to rule. So it was claimed anyways.
That, all that - all the gold, all of the knights in armor, and Arcturus and Boreas themselves - could do naught even to save themselves in that moment. For Aramaspi carried on, through the Knights of Griffinstone, through Guto's personal guard, and into the Throne room. And as the century old dark wooden doors, engraven with the scene of Grover's coronation, cracked in two, and came crashing down, scattering across the floor and taking a knight with it... In that moment, Guto's eyes made contact with the firery red eyes of Aramaspi. And he knew... He knew that Aramaspi was sent by none other than Maar. He came to take away that Idol, and the law and order of all Griffonia in the process. And Guto the sixth - brave, stupid griffin - rose up. Pulled out his sword, a sword given him by his second uncle, the previous emperor. And he charged for Aramaspi... Like swatting flies. With a slash of his claw, so ended the life of Emperor Guto the Sixth of Griffinheim. The Cyclops grabbed the idol, pushed his way through so many knights on the bridge connecting the palace to the town, and knocking them over into the winds, before plowing his way back through the snaky roads of the city"
>>114009
He continues
"From his throne high on top of the tree of Griffinstone, Guto the Sixth watched the Aramaspi tear through his knights, and slog his way towards his throne. From that Throne room, Guto the Sixth could peer out over his vast domains, and by decree rule a territory that spanned all of Griffin kind from East to West, only hemmed in by Pony Spear and Magic. Everygriffin, rich and poor, old and young, had for centuries lived under Griffinstone's holy rule, and appealed to Griffinheim's courts. All of the power, glory, and wealth of a continent was concentrated in that room, and he was surrounded by treasures vast and deep of gems and swords of conquered creatures and coins of every mint, baring the images of a thousand conquered kings and two dozen imperial predecessors. And chief in the center of it all was the divine idol of Boreas, said to be minted by Boreas himself, the physical manifestation of the principle of law and order. It's presence in that room gave he who sat on the throne the divine right to rule. So it was claimed anyways.
That, all that - all the gold, all of the knights in armor, and Arcturus and Boreas themselves - could do naught even to save themselves in that moment. For Aramaspi carried on, through the Knights of Griffinstone, through Guto's personal guard, and into the Throne room. And as the century old dark wooden doors, engraven with the scene of Grover's coronation, cracked in two, and came crashing down, scattering across the floor and taking a knight with it... In that moment, Guto's eyes made contact with the firery red eyes of Aramaspi. And he knew... He knew that Aramaspi was sent by none other than Maar. He came to take away that Idol, and the law and order of all Griffonia in the process. And Guto the sixth - brave, stupid griffin - rose up. Pulled out his sword, a sword given him by his second uncle, the previous emperor. And he charged for Aramaspi... Like swatting flies. With a slash of his claw, so ended the life of Emperor Guto the Sixth of Griffinheim. The Cyclops grabbed the idol, pushed his way through so many knights on the bridge connecting the palace to the town, and knocking them over into the winds, before plowing his way back through the snaky roads of the city"
>>114011
Dark Star Fakes looking interested.
he thinks to himself about how nice that tree the griffon was talking about,would look on fire.
Dark Star Fakes looking interested.
he thinks to himself about how nice that tree the griffon was talking about,would look on fire.
Darn it. Foiled by time yet again.
I'll roll for Iron to at least try to listen for any griffin activity.
[1d20 = 16]
<Big Ears sonar
I'll roll for Iron to at least try to listen for any griffin activity.
[1d20 = 16]
<Big Ears sonar
>>114014
And now, Iron himself can hear it. Vaguely, only, but he can start to hear it
A movement of air that may just be air flowing between old and long sealed rooms, but it might just be a distant whisper
>>114013
>>114012
"Aramaspi - red eyed, satisfied in his mission and purpose, ran out through the smashed gates, chased by a slew of knights. He dived, deep into the gusty canyons beneath the ancient tree of Griffinstone. And it is said that there, he met his fate, and joined with Maar in the spirit realm. But not - not - before taking half a dozen more knights with him, brave enough, gullible enough, to follow him into those winds from which no creature breaks free.
So the city was left in mourning for the chaos and destruction caused by Aramaspi. Buildings set ablaze by tipped over lanterns, roofs torn off, street vendor carts tossed several leagues and several streets over. And terrible carnage in loss of life, mostly of those who resisted. But most of all... They mourned the loss of their claim. Their claim to rule over a fourth of the world. To make every griffin bend the knee to them. And they understood, then and there, just how fragile their power and their glory were. Just how impotent their wealth, their spears, and their prayers had been against one sent by Maar. And they trembled. And they cried. Because far more was lost them than any funeral oration for their dead emperor, or any portrait of the destruction, or any wailing in loss over the idol, could possibly capture"
And now, Iron himself can hear it. Vaguely, only, but he can start to hear it
A movement of air that may just be air flowing between old and long sealed rooms, but it might just be a distant whisper
>>114013
>>114012
"Aramaspi - red eyed, satisfied in his mission and purpose, ran out through the smashed gates, chased by a slew of knights. He dived, deep into the gusty canyons beneath the ancient tree of Griffinstone. And it is said that there, he met his fate, and joined with Maar in the spirit realm. But not - not - before taking half a dozen more knights with him, brave enough, gullible enough, to follow him into those winds from which no creature breaks free.
So the city was left in mourning for the chaos and destruction caused by Aramaspi. Buildings set ablaze by tipped over lanterns, roofs torn off, street vendor carts tossed several leagues and several streets over. And terrible carnage in loss of life, mostly of those who resisted. But most of all... They mourned the loss of their claim. Their claim to rule over a fourth of the world. To make every griffin bend the knee to them. And they understood, then and there, just how fragile their power and their glory were. Just how impotent their wealth, their spears, and their prayers had been against one sent by Maar. And they trembled. And they cried. Because far more was lost them than any funeral oration for their dead emperor, or any portrait of the destruction, or any wailing in loss over the idol, could possibly capture"
>>114015
Can he relatively pinpoint its location? Does it lead to the door behind him? Maybe on the other door available? Above?
I think I have an idea but I want to make sure.
Can he relatively pinpoint its location? Does it lead to the door behind him? Maybe on the other door available? Above?
I think I have an idea but I want to make sure.
>>114016
Unfortunately, this is one of those sounds that is fairly difficult to discern its origins
Maybe after a roll
Unfortunately, this is one of those sounds that is fairly difficult to discern its origins
Maybe after a roll
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