Welcome back to Occupied Equestria
Dark Star, Silver, Iron, and Midnight continue their investigation and hopefully, the take down of a group of organized criminals who have taken up operations at an old fortress on the sea shore. They have already rescued a number of creatures and persuaded them to join in their efforts. Now, they most hope that they can strike with enough force, and quickly enough, to destroy the evil that has taken up residence there.
Up in the North, the ponies are waking up, ready for a new day
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>>118075"I would think they would be walking down these hallways..."
>>118075>>118077Iron nods to the gnoll, turning to Sands.
"So, how good are you at sneaking up on ponies?"
>>118076Silver can only stare, as he already mentioned feathers.
>>118077"We should keep lookout then until we are ready."
>>118078"Literally? Decent. Metaphorically? Pretty great"
>>118081They are planning out how to take down a group of more than a dozen griffins
>>118081We found where the majority of guards are. We're making plans on how to deal with them without dying.
>>118080Iron can't process the metaphor he inadvertly placed on the table, giving her a blank, confused look before shaking his head.
"I believe we will need some stealthy takedowns."
>>118083Killing them first is a good idea
>>118084>StealthyOr you could be boring I guess
>>118085I have to be honest, but I don't trust the team to be able to take down 24 griffons, not to mention more than 10.
>>118084She shrugs at the native's unfamiliarity with metaphors
"Maybe I can help with take downs..."
>>118088Iron hums a bit before looking at Mala and back at her.
"Sneak up on Mala and poke his ear without him noticing you."
>>118089She nods to him, slowly, and develops a sly grin. She stands there at first, doing nothing, until it happens that Mala turns his head. Then she slowly, casually, walks back around Mala, slowly placing her hooves down, and doing so by pressing down the tip of the hoof before the remainder. She walks around him to his left side, stands there for a second, then lifts a hoof up and
*tap*
"Whoop!"
Mala runs forward several feet, then looks back at what startled him
>>118090Iron can't help but chuckle at Mala's display, nodding at Sands eagerly.
"You definitely have the capability to do so."
He beckons Mala over with a smile.
"Do not worry. It was I who did it."
>>118090Silver himself is startled by Mala's sudden reaction.
>>118090Midnight looks surprised by the reaction
>>118091Mala looks over at Iron uncertainly
>>118092"I'm... It's okay"
>>118093Sands: "What?"
>>118095Silver nods. "Good to hear."
>>118095Iron gestures him not to come if he wants to.
"It was merely an act of jest."
He walks next to Sands with a goofy smile.
"Am I right?"
>>118097She's looking down, then quickly looks back up to Iron with almost surprise
Huh?"
>>118093>>118094>>118096Mala looks back over at each of the three, then lowers his head, and walks away. His padded feet need little care to make no noise
>>118095"I Wasnt Expecting that."
>>118098Iron merely chuckles again.
"It is alright."
He pats Sands on her back lightly, before turning serious.
"Do you notice in here any spots where ponies can hide in?"
>>118098Midnight trots after him
"Wait! There is no reason to be embarrassed."
>>118098Dark star follows behind him
"Its ok friend. everypony gets scared sometimes, its not that big of a deal."
>>118099She says, pointing at Iron
“Well he asked me to do it!”
>>118100“This place is like if a hospital were built by a prison designer.
Of course there are plenty of places to hide”
>>118101>>118102When a Midnight, then Dark Star, speaks to him as he is walking off, his triangular ears go up, and he turns around back
“Oh... Okay”
>>118103Sneaky reference to the building's previous nature.Iron nods, smiling.
"Good. We need to find a particular spot where all of us can hide in so we can all form an ambush area. Could you point me where that place could be?"
>>118104>>118103Midnight smiles at him and joins Star in petting him
>>118104>>118106Mala is pet, and it seems his head and tail both go up from their lowered position. It’s seems he even smiles
>>118105“Well I don’t know. I haven’t seen most of the building. Are you trying to lure them in or something? Hit them from a distance?”
>>118107Knowing most weapons are melee oriented if stealth is wanted, Iron formulates his plan.
"I want to catch unawares any guard or griffon that patrols or simply strolls around the hallways without a care in the world. Preferrably, it should be at a distance where melee weapons can be effective without them alerting the others."
Not to mention maybe having to separate into groups~ >>118107"Don't Worry about it. you're a Good Boy."
>>118108“And you want to.... do what with them?”
Blue Skies, the eternal eavesdropper, adds a comment of her own,
“According to the design information, there should be a second floor railing that would overlook the ground floor. Same with the third floor”
>>118109Now he’s definitely smiling, and even wiggles his tail
>>118110Iron shrugs.
"Thin their numbers to make fighting the rest easier."
He nods at Skies' comment.
"I assume that could be useful if we wanted to pick targets off at range. Maybe you and Sands could open fire when the guards are alerted of the melee ponies' presence, but I need both of your cunning to properly set the others up in good ambush locations."
>>118111“If you knew where you wanted the sword fighters, and you had bow mares at range in protected areas, that could help take on many of them”
She smiles
“Of course if you want to take them out one by one, I may be able to help...”
It’s not clear if Skies, with the body of a griffin, is exceptionally physically attractive by griffin standards or not, but something in her smile suggests she could milk it for all it’s worth
>>118112Iron strokes his chin for a bit.
"Alright. You convinced me, but do not start just yet. I still need to find a good spot for you to lure griffons into."
He decides to look around the hallways for any spare rooms, corners and furniture to set up a good ambushing position near him.
>>118113A bedroom, a small room used by guards, a supply and cleaning closet, and a public bathroom
>>118114He decides to check on the small room used by guards first.
(Maybe this will be the most spacious and filled with hiding spots for an ambush.)
>>118115A bit underwhelming as far as "hiding spots" go. The best is a desk
>>118116Iron is a bit taken aback as to how empty the room is, walking out with a small pout.
He tries the bedroom next to check for any ambushing spots.
>>118117Not empty, just not full of tall grass or jugle brush that would allow ambushes
The bedroom has the bed itself, maybe a dresser or curtains, but in general is mostly open and makes jumping out difficult
>>118118Iron huffs in apparent frustration, hoping that maybe the storage closet has a lot more places to hide.
(Who knows? Maybe the bathrooms are the best spot to ambush on.)
>>118119The closet, likewise, has a simple layout. Certainly one can pop out. What is harder, is getting someone in the room, while hiding somewhere else in the room, without the new entrant knowing the other is hiding elsewhere in the same room. Most of these designs are too simple to enable
that, except maybe minor furniture like desks
>>118120Iron hums to himself as he enters the bathroom.
(Maybe if I move the furniture around...)
>>118121Now this is a more complex structure. It has closed stalls off to the left with sinks on the far side, and over to the right are public shower spaces, including white plastic curtains
>>118122He beckons Sands and Skies over to the bathrooms to test the hiding spots out.
"Could you both enter the shower space and close the curtains? I want to test how well these things will cover us as well as how spacious they are."
>>118124That's it?
Iron really wants to know how well they're hidden by the curtains.
"Are you both comfortable in there?" he asks the two rogue-ish mares.
>>118125"I mean... There's standing space"
The curtains are translucent, and allow a silhouette to be seen on the other side when close, but they are harder to see when standing further away from the curtain
>>118126Iron nods to himself, before coming over to their shower space and moving off the curtains to see how spacious it really is.
>>118127Something like 6 meters by 3 meters
>>118128Iron hums to himself, before grinning.
"Alright, try to tackle me from here."
>>118126Dark Star walks back over to the group with mala
>>118131It’s a strange situation, as not everyone in the group is made fir combat, nor can they be hid easily. The possibility if some creature stumbling upon Meadows, for example, standing in the hallway, is rather high
>>118130"I want you two to tackle me from there to ensure that more than one pony can succeed in coming out ready to dish out the pain from your position."
Iron shrugs as his deep stab is apparent on his side.
"I will be fine. Do not worry."
Hmmm..., do the ponies want to do anything?
>>118148Yeah, but our group can't exactly advance with only one player.
>>118150I mean, Iron kind of did. If nothing else, maybe some planning, exploring, or interactions
>>118149We’ve been over this a thousand times.
No. >>118151>>118152Silver looks at what Iron is trying to do in the bathroom. "Hiding in stalls would be better option, though they have even less space."
>>118133Skies blinks, Sands stands steady
“Are you serious”
>>118151Iron glances at Silver.
"While that may be true, it does not hurt to try more spacious spaces, especially since we have bigger ponies to hide."
>>118154Iron nods with certainty
"I do not wish to take the chance that more than one pony inside this space may trip over eachother if they try to pounce on the target at the same time."
>>118155Skies still looks unsure. Sands however... lunges forth at Iron
>>118156With a grin, Iron readies his body against Sands' lunge with the slightest changes to his posture.
>>118157And so, Iron readies himself, presumably by spreading his legs a little further apart.
If Sands had a little more weight to her, greater speed, possibly a height advantage, or more of an element of surprise, she may well have knocked Iron off his hooves. Yet none of that is present here. She hits Iron like a solid wall. Her forehooves spread over his pack, she lands on him with an “Uph!” Then kind of twists around, and falls off.
For Iron, it’s like being beaten with a very large pillow
>>118158Dark Star stifles a laugh
>>118158Iron extends a foreleg to soften Sands' fall, making her land safely on the ground.
He nods approvingly, smiling.
"That was quite good. Now go back to the showers, please."
He turns to Skies.
"I want both you and Sands to attempt the tackle. I want to see if there is any issue from charging from the shower space at the same time. You can start the countdown if you so desire to have a better flow."
>>118159She frowns back at Dark Star
>>118160Iron extends a hind leg out to under where Sands falls. Her rump lands on this hind leg, which bends a little under the weight, and Sand’s ingloriously staffers and stands back up. She looks back with vague offense at the directive “back to the showers,” but seems to do so nevertheless
>>118160“Because I’m so excited to have a part in
that... anyways, I think the curtains would be more of a hinderance, getting in the way, possibly being torn down, and blocking the view of the target
>>118161Iron nods.
"If you are not going to do it, it is alright. You do not have to go into the showers again, Sands. Good job, by the way. I am pretty sure I would have been swept off my hooves if I had not seen it coming."
He ponders for a bit, walking towards Sands and giving her a stroke on her mane as he thinks.
"I see the issue. However, we can easily position either Silver, Mala or I on the stall closest to the door and cut off any escape, and I do not think a scream in here is going to be heard that much."
>>118162Sands giggles lightly at the “swept off my feet” remark, then let’s Iron stroke her mane. It’s a little messed up
>>118162>>118159>>118153Blue Skies:
“So.... is your plan to capture some griffins, tie them up, and leave them in stalls for Immigration to find later?”
>>118164Iron nods while he takes out the pick Skies gave him for to clean up Sands' mane from the nassty, messy and unruly hairs.
"The more the merrier. Not to mention it decreases the amount of griffons we have to take out later."
>>118164"That could work. i was thinking we put them out of their misery though."
>>118165“I mean, what kind of attack exactly do you intend to make?”
>>118166“.... just so long as you know what you intend to do”
>>118167"Overrun any griffon you attract here, hopefully the strongest first. Damage their overall strength. If we can take them alive for questioning, it is a plus in making things easier to prosecute and stop."
Iron turns his attention to the mean hairs, combing the messiness out of her hair.
>>118167"I Intend to burn this place down."
>>118168Sands closes her eyes as Iron does his work. Thankfully the hair is mostly still straight from the last time he did it, and her hair comes down in her flowing red mane
“Alright...”
>>118169“That’s kind of hard to do, when it is is brick and stone”
>>118170Iron smiles warmly, with the usual shade of red on his cheeks, staring intently
(I just want to nuzzle that smooth, soft mane of hers.)
He glances at Skies with a dreamy gaze.
"If you want to kill them, you can do that."
>>118170"i'll find a way."
Dark Star looks determined
>>118171It's not as red as her bright but light red mane
"I wasn't saying that either. Maybe you'll get some good information out quickly, just be ready for risks like them alerting others, or being found later."
Sands smiles back at him in a very warm way, and party lowers her eyelids. She leans her head slightly into his hoof
>>118172Skies lowers her head slightly and looks up to Dark Star with her sly grin, a grin that carries even more malice in her griffin body
>>118173Dark star matches her grin with one of his own.
>>118174"Just be sure to never use deadly force on mere aliens or petty criminals. If the government wanted this place blasted to the ground, they'd have the navy shell it"
>>118175"these are far more than just petty criminals."
>>118176"Well... even now, no one knows that except us... Us and Them... If the Principality uncovered anything like this.. If They were even doing this back then... They sealed it away. The State just thinks its mundane creature smuggling"
>>118177"they'll see after they look at the evidence we have got."
>>118178"What exactly do you think is going on here?"
>>118179"All sorts of smuggling,Foalnapping, and a host of other degenerate activities,im sure."
>>118179Silver speaks up. "When we first entered, Dark Star managed to intimidate pair of gnolls who then let slip name of their organization: Intercontinentals."
>>118173Iron nods.
"I understand the drawbacks of letting loose ends, but I would rather not accidentally kill the leader without making sure this operation gets dismantled from the roots."
Iron can't help but fluster a little from Sands' affection, shifting his balance side to side with a redder tinge on his cheeks.
"You understand, right?"
His hoof traces ever so softly against Sands' mane, feeling the texture of her hair further.
(She's
so beautiful~)
>>118183She nods
“Twice before the Equestrians have cut them, and twice before they have grown back. This parasitic vine is one that must be ripped off in full and burned.”
Sands stands there with a contented look up her face, a soft smile. Through the sensitive frog of Iron’s hoof, he can feel the individual hairs in the mane. Though thin, together they form a thick, soft blanket over her neck and shoulders.
>>118181“Intercontinentals? We’ve suspected griffin criminals were coming over here, either for an untapped market or because their governments are cracking down over there.”
>>118180“Well, it kind of affects what police agencies have jurisdiction. If it’s criminal activity, then the Baltimare PD. If it’s immigration violations, customs violations, or tax evasion, then it’s R&M under the civilian government. If it’s Changeling espionage or weapon smuggling for partisans, then it’s the SSA under the Blackhooves. And if you’d rather do it all yourself, then it’s a moot point”
>>118184Iron glances at Skies with worry.
"You mean taking the leader alive is not worth a damn?"
(Damn.)
His stroking, however, remains steadfast, starting to close the distance between their barrels, rubbing coats between eachother.
(This feeling... It's... rather nice. Is this what awaits living with a mare?)
>>118185“It might be the only thing worth a damn. We just know that not taking out the leader fails.”
Sands coat is likewise soft, with long hairs that are almost fluffy. Her barrel past the chest is thin for a pony, whether by malnutrition or a peculiarity of her design. Nothing seems unhealthy though. She stakes a step to the side, closing the gap
>>118186Iron nods.
"Indeed."
He decides to lightly nuzzle Sands' neck, testing the boundaries of touch some more as his hooves keeps on passing through those silk red strands.
(I know for sure mares like Sands do not deserve this treatment. Beautiful, soft and comforting.)
>>118187Skies begins to show mild irritation
Sands, however, smiles, and moves her head back, so her eyes can look upon Iron. Her neck gives way slightly as the coat is pressed aside, and hair falls upon Iron’s muzzle. She giggles
>>118188Iron, in turn, giggles with her as the mane and coat tickle his own, as well as his muzzle, cheeks flushed from the experience. His cheeks brushes along her neck softly and gently, wanting to make the feeling he has last for a bit longer.
He turns back to Skies, still under Sands' strands of mane.
"I believe the plan is settled so far. With your abilities, I bet you can silence any would-be screamers quickly, boss. After that, it's a round of questioning and knock-outs to figure out who is the leader."
>>118189She smiles back to him,
“Mr. Pony, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’ve fallen for me”
Skies is pleased,
“That, I can do”
>>118190Iron nods at Skies confidently.
"We will see if Star's idea works as well. I would also like to tear this place apart."
He turns to Sands, smiling sheepishly still under her mane
"I admit I cannot resist simple pleasures like these."
He nuzzles her neck some more, feeling the warmth and beat of her heart.
"I have longed for this."
>>118184"From what we read in file, and from what we heard from Boek and Maakie themselves, I am inclined to believe latter. It is likely they are akin to invasive species for local gangs, and that they had operations similiar to this in their home countries before being forced to relocate to Equestria under guise of religious persecution."
>>118191The mane is cold to the touch, but warns a bit from Iron’s own hear, as surely nothing escapes it. Her heart too, is a bit elusive, beating somewhere in there. Yet still her mane and coat are like a soft blanket, or a child’s plush toy, feeling somehow safe and familiar.
She responds,
“In a way... so I have I... among other cruelties of confinement... it’s been dreadfully lonely”
>>118191“Just leave the building behind. The SSA would like it as a prison, and the city thinks it’s historical... or something”
>>118192Hi floofsterUm... which one is “the latter”? >>118193Iron nods to Skies, obviously not that interested in the building itself to be destroyed.
His ears swivel and his cheek lays on Sands' smooth yet oddly cold mane and coat as she utters those words, one foreleg wrapping along her crest to comfort her.
"I completely understand," Iron whispers to her from under her mane. "I hope this helps you as much as it does me."
>>118195*smooth yet oddly cold neck as she
>>118192“That makes sense. I don’t think think the decision of the Principality to stop immigration raids after their one very successful one did much to help. They stopped casting nets for little fish, only wanting to catch the sharks. What they didn’t realize was that Sharks are caught mostly in the nets cast for the little fish, and in any event, they certainly weren’t disrupting their food supply.”
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>>118197Silver nods in agreement. "We also found what is likely name of ship they are using to transport criminals. HMSS Laurel Forest."
>>118195“Oh it does. It does” she grins
>>118198“HMSS? That’s a ‘Her Majesty’s Steam Ship’ appellation... I guess that would explain how they are getting around the embargoes and customs”
>>118199>>118198Iron, even though he keeps on nuzzling Sands with care on her neck, glances at Silver and Skies.
"You mean there are some ships exempt from the rest? What for?" he asks under Sands' mane still, with the usual blush on his face.
>>118199"Oh? Mind giving brief explanation?"
>>118184"R&M and SSA should be contacted for back up, but we should continue on with the plan. i suspect there are weapons being smuggled."
>>118200Iron nuzzles her neck so hard his nose slips under the long coat hairs and into the pink skin underneath. The little hairs occasionally go up the nostril itself
>>118201>>118200Skies explains to them
“That’s not a foreign ship, that’s Equestrian it New Marelander. They are using the customs union that now exists between East Equestria and several other territories to get past the stricter trade regulations internationally.”
>>118202“That’s definitely a possibility after what happened at Blackwood. Let’s Decapitate this organization”
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>>118203Iron can't help but scrunch up instinctively from the unintended side effect of extended nuzzling sessions, pulling back quickly and sneezing off to the side where Sands would not be targeted.
He takes this opportunity to look at Skies and nods, turning back to smile at Sands sheepishly.
"Sorry about that."
>>118204And now she looks at him with a half frown, confused
>>118202>>118203Silver nods at what Dark Star and Blue Skies say. "Sounds like plan."
>>118205He decides to nuzzle Sands' cheek instead to make up for that little slip up.
(I wonder if she will be available after this. Where would she go, though?)
>>118203"my thoughts exactly"
>>118206"i'm gonna go grab the whiskey."
>>118203Dark Star trots back to the room the whiskey was in and brings it back.
>>118207And so, he nuzzles her. She pulls her head back slightly when her his lips make contact with hers
>>118209Whoops.Iron rubs his cheek against hers a little bit before pulling back with a goofy, sheepish grin.
>>118210She smiles again
“Hehe, you’re okay big boy”
>>118208He’s gonna go into the hallway, down the stairs, through the tunnel, through the boiler room, through the hallway, into the records room, then back into the hallway, through the boiler room, through the tunnel, back up the stairs, and down the hallway?
>>118211Iron blushes harder, puffing his chest proudly from the compliment.
"I am the biggest of boys, at your service."
[1d3 = 3]>>118212She crosses her forehooves together, bats her eyes, and says
“I’ll keep that in mind if I need to be serviced”
>>118213 >>118214He walks down the hall, down the stairs, and down into the tunnel. But he’s not alone. There is another creature there. A zebra, in fact, who has already seen him
>>118216Best guess is a weapon holstered on the left side, but it’s not really clear from here
>>118214Iron is flushed with embarassment at the signals he thinks she's sending, making him fidget with his hooves and his cheeks redden to their maximum point.
>>118218She tilts her head slightly, rolls her lips, and narrows her eyebrows
“What is it?”
>>118219“Who are you?”
He speaks with a very deep voice, foreign accented
>>118220Memories from the abbey surface within Iron's mind, making him fidget some more, looking at something at the floor intensely.
"Oh! Nothing! I was simply... Uh..."
He trails off, not knowing what else to say, looking up with yet another sheepish smile.
"The weather?"
>>118221She shakes her head
“I haven’t seen the weather in a very long time. I don’t know how long actually.”
>>118220"Who am i? Who are you? i aint never seen you around befo."
>>118222Iron recoils back from asking such an obviously bad question.
(Gods help me.)
"R-right. Sorry."
He decides to pet Sands on her head as compensation, while still looking down in shame and embarassment.
>>118223He comes up, now next to Dark Star
“You must be lost. The gathering is upstairs”
>>118224She is pat on the head, but keeps her eyed on Iron with a look of almost sorrow
“I guess I cannot fault you. I would not understand it myself if I had not lived it”
>>118225Iron's hear cannot stand Sands being sorrowful, making him hug her gently.
"I will make sure you never have to live that again."
>>118225"Sheit i thought it was down here, my bad. i aint good at directions."
>>118226*Poner is hugged*
At least she’s soft all around, so not unpleasant to hug
She looks down, then up, with tears in her eyes.
“....
I’ll make sure of it”
>>118227He comes even closer. He is wearing a simple white robe.
“Are you drunk?”
>>118228Zekker Flashes a big smile
"A Little."
>>118229His orange eyes have a stern quality to them. He nods
“Now go back up stairs”
>>118230He does so
"Thanks my zigga."
did i manage to get the alcohol?
>>118231No, he was stopped before getting to the records room
[1d20+5 = 12]>>118232"Ay my zigga, i need to get something from the records room i left in there."
Diplomacy
>>118233Why are you a made up country.
>>118233“How could you have anything in there?”
He asks
>>118234HE RETURNS!
>>118236"Between you and me... dats where i was drinkin."
>>118237“How did you get in there?”
>>118238He Grins
"Was Drinkin with one of the griffs."
>>118239“Okay... But back upstairs”
>>118240"I will as soon as i get what i left inside."
>>118241He looks suspiciously at the zebra
“I have no idea what that griffin was doing, but you are not allowed down here. Go back with your group. I take it you’re from in the town, yes?”
[1d20+5 = 21]>>118242"Yea i'm from in town. I'll be sure to tell boss,that he can't have his whiskey."
Bluff
>>118244“I can’t imagine he wants it all drunk”
>>118243Yeah huh!
*plants midnight back in the story*
>>118245"I Aint gon drink it all."
>>118245Hey! That's a violation of my NAP
>>118246“
Why do you need to go to the whiskey?”
>>118247*Violates u*
Now come play midnight
>>118248"I already said why."
Dark Star walks towards the records room
>>118249And the Zebra stands in the way
“If you wish to get drunk, you must do it upstairs. Furthermore, I do not think our benefactor will appreciate you showing up to the ceremony drunk”
>>118250"Look,i'll get out of your mane and you can go back to doing whatever you were doing. i'll grab the stuff and head back upstairs.""
>>118251Hrs wearing a turban
“You don’t understand. My employer does not want the outside folk coming down into the bowls of the building”
>>118252"Then will you go get it for me, since you have a problem with me grabbing it?"
>>118253https://youtu.be/ZZ5LpwO-An4Silver, Blue Skies, White Sands, Dark Star and Iron all went into the bathroom where they tested charging out from the showers, and Iron nuzzled White Sands furiously. Then Dark Star figures he needed booze, so he went down stairs
>>118254He sighs
“Alright...”
And walks forward, actually going a different direction than Dark Star was going
>>118255Midnight looks around, noticing everyone had left her outside the bathroom and Dark Star has left downstairs.
"Oh"
>>118258It’s hardly uneventful.
Meadows has wondered around in the hallway, confused, and having difficulty fitting into small, crowded rooms. Until she is approached by a griffin. It’s not Jubilosa, but a yellow-brown female wearing the sand white robes as most of those in the structure
“What are you doing out?”
“Who... are you?”
>>118257He goes off the opposite direction in the tunnel, through a door, and disappears for a moment
>>118259Midnight notices her absence and walks around, looking for Meadows.
>>118261And so she sees the white robes griffin in contact with meadows
>>118260Not towards the records room?
>>118262Midnight stands by Meadows, but doesn't say anything.
>>118263It’s not the way Dark Star went
>>118264Now she’s alarmed
“Who are you?!”
>>118265I'm assuming that's the griffon.
"Just a pony wandering this place, it is nice to meet you"
>>118266She acts as if Midnight were a home invader or something
“WHY ARE YOU HERE?”
[1d20+5 = 25]>>118269Dark Star Stealthy follows him
[1d20+10 = 20]>>118267Midnight looks surprised and recoils a bit
"I am just wandering and ended up here, I mean no harm or trouble."
Diplomacy to calm the griffon.
>>118270Dark Star has no difficulty following behind him, the rare occasions he makes a sound being perfectly covered by howling steam pipes, or sounds upstairs. Dark a Star sees that he’s entered through a door into...
No where else, but the record room. There was another door. The zebra looks around, and curses
“They really made a mess here. Cigars strewn about the floor. Whiskey bottles lying around... We have to work on discoloring these new comers... No matter”
He picks up some whiskey bottles, and cones back out
>>118271She’s still startled, but calms down a bit
“Are you looking to join?”
She asks
[1d20+10 = 11]>>118272"Join what? Like I said, I am just passing through."
>>118272He sneaks back to the area they were in
>>118273Er, there isn't supposed to be a roll there
>>118275>Didn't intend to roll a 1Yeah, I'll bet you didn't
>>118274He does so. The zebra comes out carrying two bottles of whiskey and wearing an expression of irritation
"Here it is... I don't know what they are doing with the parties, but I hope this doesn't become a regular thing"
>>118273She looks at her like something isn't right
"The Society... didn't they lead you here?"
>>118276"Thanks,zigga."
He leaves and goes back upstairs
>>118276I mean, I didn't declare a roll.
"Society? No, like I said, I simply wander and ended up here"
>>118278She pauses for a moment, knowing something is dreadfully wrong
"
How did you get in here?"
>>118277So he does so. Midnight is chatting with a white robed griffin in the hallway
>>118279"I met a group of ponies, and I came with them here. Why, is something wrong?"