The Baltimare group proceeds in their task of investigating a strange group of creatures, mostly Griffins, who seem to be involved in creature smuggling. Up on the Boulderfield,-Whinnysota line, the northern group settles in for a cold night along with their new friends and prisoners.
Soon to welcome our Swedish player and his character
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>>115685“Well... where would I go? I don’t think the others would approve. And Equestria isn’t exactly the most welcoming place for a gnoll”
>>115686"Well you could come with us."
>>115687He tilts his head at Zekker, and repeats back to him in the form of a question something Zekker told him earlier
“Pony slaves?”
>>115667>>115677It doesn’t seem like Iron is likely to be very successful
>>115689"Well i haven't been entirely truthful with you and i'm sorry for that. I'm not a zebra this is just a disguise. i work for the government and i'm here to shut these slavers down. i'm willing to bet that if you help us here that the government would welcome you with open forelegs. im sure a strong fella like yourself could do a lot of good by helping us free some slaves."
>>115690Darn.
Iron huffs, deciding that he could
wait until Griff Skies approaches.
(I hate wait times.)
[1d20 = 1]<Here goes Iron tempting fate again >>115693Midnight may have more success
>>115694"its a lot to take in i know. but you would have to live like a slave chained up in a Dank Dark sewer."
>>115696He has a look of pure terror. Whereas before he seems guarded but willing to come physically close to the two ponies, he now
runs under the nearest bed over to the right. Or tries to, anyways
>>115697Does midnight have any special plans of ideas on what to do?
“[b]Yoo-weep. Yoo-weep!”
>>115698Nope, Midnight really hasn't a clue on what they should do
>>115699sigh>>115701Dark Star (and Silver if he’s still here) hear Mala make a loud “yoo-weep, yoo-weep” yelping sound
[1d20+5 = 13]>>115702"Mala, stop,we can be friends."
Diplomacy
>>115702Oh, so that's what the noise was. I only knew that Skies should be able to extract clothing and prisoners, which was my idea, but luck isn't on my side, sadlyIron's ears swivel.
"I hear some sort of strange sound."
He wonders if he should follow with a cart full of clothes and prisoners.
Do either silver or Midnight wish to do anything????
>>115704Iron doesn’t hear shit. The spacing on a phone and linking posts just works weirdly
>>115705Well alright then.
Nevermind my actions, then.
Can I roll luck to get Griff Skies to my position? It's not like he's hidden.
[1d20-1 = -7]>>115705I mean, I could make a diplomacy roll, I guess, but there'e a reason I try to leave those to other players.
>>115706He isn’t, but Skies should be mobile or have moved away(because I knew what would have happened if Silver and Dark Star has stayed)
>>115707Pretend like griff Skies is a mango
>>115708Or you can roll play the interaction. Diplomacy, bluff, or something more physical
>>115710Silver backs away, trying to look as non-threatening as possible in order to get him to stop.
>>115703>>115712His black muzzle and head appear from under the bed frame, and his ears flick up as well, no longer restricted by the shirt stature of the bed. He looks directly at Dark Star
>>115713"i promise you a better life than this, i swear on my mother, she's not with us any more. i take this vow very seriously."
Dark Star makes eye contact with him.
>>115709>>115707I know!
Iron decides that being loud is probably the best solution to attract all kinds of attention.
"God forbid!" He points to the sky. "Look, the Skies are Blue! WOAH!"
He starts walking in circles.
"I cannot believe the Skies were Blue all this time!"
He forcefully takes a hold of Midnight with a foreleg while still pointing at the sky.
"Look! Blue Skies! Have you heard?!"
>>115715Midnight looks at him like he's lost it.
"Iron, are you okay? The skies are always blue..."
>>115716Iron smiles, then whispers to her.
"It is a secret way to summon the boss of this operation."
>>115717Iron points at the sky, yodelling with the lungs of a trained Earth Pony
"Blue Skies! Blue Skies! Look at the Blue Skies!"
>>115714He looks up at Dark Star with big, brown eyes, not seening to fully believe that Dark Star and Silver will take his interests to heart
>>115718A griffin walks by, looks at the pony dragging a large laundry cart down city streets yelling “blue skies!” Into the air, and then continues walking along
>>115718"I... I do not see how this is going to work..."
>>115719>>115720Iron frowns.
"I had faith that would work..."
He ponders a bit, then smiles.
"Ah ha! Let us scream specist pegasi remarks. That will surely drag her to us."
>>115719Dark Star kneels down a few feet away from the bed to give him space.
"I Swear to you,mala. i have no intentions of harming you."
"Think of all the Good that can be done, you can save innocent lives. you'd be a hero."
>>115719Silver smiles softly at him. "We will not force you into anything. We only ask that you show us same trust we are showing you."
>>115723Iron frowns.
"The debriefing never talked about pony immigrants being a majority here. It is not like there are other pegasi living here, right?"
>>115725"Yes, but what
griffon is going to respond to those remarks?"
>>115726Iron ponders a bit, looking forwards.
"We could flatter any griffon bystanders by remarking their positives, like claws, being stronger than pegasi and overall stating griffons are pegasi but better. That kind of stuff."
>>115722When Dark Star approaches closer, he nearly lunges out towards Dark Star, and Dark Star could be forgiven for thinking he intended to bite his face. But he does not pull himself entirely out from under the bed, nor does he close the distance between the two entirely, once he stops Dark Star from walking too far. He keeps his body close to the ground. It’s kind of an unsettling posture, like a cornered animal, and in this position he is threatening in a way he hasn’t been before.
At Dark Star’s words (and Silver’s he mouths something back, though he seems unwilling to put it into words
“Will the ponies... really be willing to let me go?”
>>115728Dark Star doesn't flinch
"I Will make them if i must, but it won't come to that. ponies are nice."
>>115728>>115729Silver nods. "Give them chance. We will do best we can to help you."
>>115729>>115730He comes out and stands up, clearly terrified
“Okay...”
>>115731Dark star calmly, non Threateningly stands up and gives him space
>>115727"Hmmm, Okay. That might work... Maybe..."
>>115732He stands up and moves nearer Dark Star and Silver, and he moves his brown, almost black eyes behind the cabinet than to the large freezers on the left, then to Silver, then to Dark Star.
“What are you proposing?”