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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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>>117646Midnight's wings reach under the opposite wing and seem to wrap around something when she hears the warning, placing herself between Meadows and the door.
>>117647Through the door:
"Hello, I'm looking for a Mr. Steel Otis. I have an urgent matter that requires his attention."
>>117646Dark Star pulls out his bow.
and aims it towards the incoming creature.
>>117650Opening the door, Brie enters the trailer.
Spot check (anything that seems useful or relevant)
[1d20-1 = 6] >>117646Iron stops his combing, standing up and expecting a fight, stuffing the pick in his clothes.
"Sands, behind me," he whispers to the unicorn.
He awaits, ready to pounce any living thing that Khoi just mentioned.
>>117651>>117648>>117630The creatures are not yet there, but down the hall
"I would've thought Kurzefeder would have got the heat back on by now. It is too cold here."
"Thing must really be down if he still hasn't got it back up"
"I hope he didn't take extra time with that sicameonese girl"
"And where are those other captives? The gnolls should've brought them up by now"
"Maybe
they are with the girl"
"Whatever, we'll get them ourselves"
>>117652Desk to the left. Blue unicorn mare. Board over to the right with papers pinned to it. What is useful?
[Read more] >>117654"Mr... Otis?" Brie asks, slightly off-put by the scene.
>>117654He decides to await these griffs in the storage room, at the door, ready to pounce them the moment he hears they're in front of the door.
>>117655"I am the forepony's secretary"
>>117656>>117657If Dark Star and Iron are taking their sweet time, so are the griffins. They enter a different room down the hall
>>117658"I see. I was told that I could find him here. Or was he the green unicorn whom I just passed outside?"
>>117659"That may have been the forepony. Steel Otis is here"
>>117648>>117658>>117657Damn.
Iron decides it's a good idea that because they've entered a room further down the hall, he should be able to get to that room and be ready to ambush them faster.
Therefore, he tells this plan to the others.
>>117648>>117643A pair of Changelings walk up towards the third trailer from outside
>>117660"Perhaps I'm missing something, it appears to be just you and me."
>>117663Sleight of hand, frogging a throwing knife
[1d20+9 = 22] >>117661>>117664Midnight nods and pulls out two shortswords from under her wings
"Here we go"
>>117662Onyx watches, trying not to make his staring obvious
>>117662>>117666"Well... that's probably trouble. Let's go talk to them."
Spark heads toward the changelings.
>>117663He is. There is another set of rooms off to the right, and a little hallway
>>117665Successful
>>117666They move in, and stand besides the door
>>117668Ah, my bad. "Thank you young mare." Brie smiles and proceeds toward the other set of rooms.
>>117667There are two of them. The black creatures are drones, wearing white, including a white fuzzy hat. It's a bit of a contrast because almost all of the ones they have met so far wore a grey uniform. They are obviously guards or other security staff. One looks at the door, the other back at Spark
>>117669The little hallway has a room off to the right, another door past that, and a door at the end
>>117667"After you Spark"
Onyx will follow the unicorn, while trying to look intimidating.
>>117666>>117664>>117668With a nod, he beckons the group forwards as he moves himself to the room the griffons had just entered.
(Hopefully they are distracted enough.)
>>117670Poking his head back toward the unicorn mare, Brie asks "Uhm, which room am I looking for?"
>>117673"The main office is in the back"
>>117674"Thanks again." Brie smiles and heads toward the back office and knocks three times on the door.
>>117670Spark addresses the changelings.
"Hello there. I must say, it is a bit cold out here. Why don't you two head the the break room for a bit and warm up. We got this shift covered."
>>117675"Who is it?" Answers the voice
>>117676Glares >>117677"Hello sir, my name is Brie and I have an urgent matter that requires your attention. May I have a word?"
>>117680Entering the room, Brie takes a quick glance around and then settles his gaze on Otis(?).
[1d20+3 = 20]>>117677"What? Surely you aren't new here. You have seen the boss do some deals, right? I hear the trade this time is with a bat. Now, you didn't hear that from me. As you know, bats are a bit jittery and so while he is here, we got this shift."
Bluff roll.
>>117682A wooden desk that is fancier than the construct of most of the room kind of to the left, a grey earth pony behind that, a white unicorn stallion standing over to the side wearing a white fur jacket and cap, a window behind with the blinds down, and over to the right as well, a clock on the wall off to the left, and so forth
>>117681>>117679>>117672And so I guess they go to stand outside the boiler room
>>117684Correct.
Iron peeks into the room, trying to see the griffons inside it.
>>117683He is confused
"We are here to deal with a threat from partisans. This is no 'shift'"
Then he says
"Let me get confirmation from the boss"
>>117684"Mr. Otis?" Brie says looking at both ponies.
>>117686"And interupt the deal? I'm afaid that is a death sentence. Do you have permission from him to interupt such a thing? Not even I am supposed to. I can't even begin to think of what they would do to you if you come barging in and see something you aren't supposed to."
>>117687He nods
"You're the one from the main office, aren't you?"
>>117688Now he's definitely weirded out
>>117688As if to emphasize Spark's point, Onyx moves his halberd from resting on his shoulder to hiding it at attention, still staring straight ahead.
>>117690The other one blinks
"Let me guess. You two are with the PLF?"
>>117689"Quite. I'll cut to the chase. You have a mole in your operation."
Bluff
[1d20+7 = 15] >>117681>>117679>>117672Okay, Ive completely misinterpreted the map.
The one doorway there does not lead into the hall. It leads into the boiler room and not a hallway. And the griffins entered the boiler room
>>117692"... A mole?"
>>117689"Look, I get the feeling you are new to this. Just relax. They will do their thing, and if all goes well, we all might get a little pay bump out of it. This is how the real world works. Sometimes you have to run a little money under the table to get things going."
>>117691"What? No. Our boss ain't with those low lifes. Not enough money in that in the slightest. Trust me, we are in a get in, get out kind of business. Public recognition of that level gets in the way of such things."
>>117694They look confused as all hell. But their weapons go to an at ease position
>>117693"Indeed. Your arrangement with the PLA, well I wouldn't say its common knowledge
yet, and it can very easily remain that way if you prefer. For example. My men and I have the mole in custody."