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>>119413With his back effectively turned to the griffon, he gets a clean shot, even managing to penetrate his armor to cleave at Silver's flesh.
[1d8+3 = 11]>>119411>>119413He strikes through, breaking through a strap in the top part of Silver's armor on the back
>>119415It's a
devestating hit, causing Silver to stumble and cry out in pain as the steel tears into his back and breaks a rib, or perhaps two if the pain is anything to go by. He's still standing, but another couple hits like that, and he won't be.
[2d6 = 10][1d8+1 = 6][1d3+1 = 2]>>119416>>119417>>119415An arrow shoots forth, and lands in the base of the back of the head of the griffin that just attacked Silver.
A flurry of black and tan attacks the red robed griffin, as a separate griffin springs forth and claws him
>>119419
Actually, that's not him
The griffin that just stabbed Silver falls down, slumping down as his legs fail him.
The other griffin now turns to his attacker, slashing at her
>>119419>>119420>>119421Both of his claws land with effect on her chest and neck
[1d20+3 = 22]>>119419>>119423Silver is bleeding from the face, neck, and back. The female griffin that tried to carry away Loputu is on her belly, seriously injured. Loputu turns to buck her.
The white robed griffin with the sword has slumped down, wounded by an arrow
Further away, the mahogany griffin is engaged in serious combat with Jubilosa, who is now very seriously wounded
[1d3 = 2]>>119424The female griffin of the white robes is hit in her side by Loputu's buck
[1d20+8 = 26]>>119424With little heed payed to his own grievous injuries, Silver turns to assist Jubilosa, stabbing at the last standing enemy griffon.
>>119426>>119427Silver’s Sword goes right into his chest, breaking a rib in the process, and slicing him open. This combines with the scratches left by Jubilosa, and the sword strike earlier. He falls down to the ground, limp, a wing open and falling away, and his neck twisted. His eyes are open and unseeing
>>119428Silver looks around at the battlefield to see what other enemies are left alive.
>>119429The sword armed griffin is out, but maybe not dead
The female griffin is out. The red robes griffin lies on the floor. Two other griffins are present, one blending from long scratches down her chest and neck, and the other hurriedly approaching Silver
[1d20+5 = 16]>>119430Jubilosa and Blue Skies. Silver is visibly immensely grateful they are here, both of them.
Heal: Immediately, Silver pulls out his medkit of rapidly diminishing medical supplies, and sees to Jubilosa's scratch wounds.
>>119431Fug, should be +7, not +5.
>>119431Cuts along her neck and her chest are worse than they look. The neck scratch goes into the windpipe, causing her to breath strangely, and the cuts on her chest go deep, though not penetrating the lung
Khoi Lua rubs up, and places a hoof on Jubilosa, who lies down on the ground
“Will you be okay?” She asks Jubilosa
Blue Sheckeks rubs up to Silver
“Poor Silver! They hurt you!”
>>119433"Дерьмо. I had wound like that on my own neck not too long ago. She will be fine after she has had time to rest and heal." He attempts to do his best to patch her up, telling her to avoid excessive vocalization and doing anything that would cause her to get out of breath.
To Blue Skies he gives a grateful smile, the adrenaline in his system letting his endure the pain if for only a brief moment. "Please do not get any of my blood on your stunning coat, Blue. I do not want to bleed on you and ruin it."
But, most of all, he looks onto Loputu, to see how he is doing after this ordeal.
>>119434Jubilosa tried to speak, but realizes the rush if choking on her own blood, and stops. Whether through bandages or cut up robes, Silver can stop the bleeding. Khoi Lua helps press down, to stop the bleeding, and stays there to comfort Jubilosa,
She sits down beside her, a hoof on Jubilosa’s neck
“Something tranquil to put you mind in on instead of you wounds. There was this garden behind the house of my aunt, and it had the most gratifying view of the mountain and the forest.....
Blue Skies has her attention on Silver, trying to place a robe over him
“Get better...”
But Loputu stands back near where he was, near the other griffin, with some ability to walk around. The hackmore is tied around his mouth and prevents him from speaking. He can drag the reigns about, but is still covered in the restraints. He stands, shaking, and looks up at Silver through his long bangs
>>119434Khoi Lua, at Silver’s words, looks up at Silver
“That is some good news, at least. Our fellow traveler does not deserve this”
She goes back to her story to Jubilosa
Blue Skies
“Oh, don’t worry about these feathers. Are you okay?”
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>>119435>>119436Silver shakes the robe off of him, though not because he's ingrateful for her attempt to help. "I will be fine. I am not dead, thanks to you both."
He rushes over to Loputu even as the adrenaline runs its course and he begins to feel the pain from his wounds and he begins to wince with every breath he takes. He looks to see how he can free Loputu from his restraits. "I am so sorry, little one, I should have kept closer eye on you. I am so, so sorry this happened to you..."
>>119437He blinks, still looking up, but with his neck and head closer to the ground. He cannot speak in this state, and his long, lighter blue hair almost blocks his eyes. The tie for the hackmore is behind his head, easy enough to undo, he just can’t reach there.
>>119439Silver undoes the tie as soon as he sees it, and checks for any other restraits that need removed.
>>119438>>119440Silver removes it immediately. Loputu says nothing, not at first anyways. There are no other restraints
>>119438Well, “Blue Shekels” is the name we’ve given to Blue Skies in her griffin disguise
>>119441He places his forehooves on either of Loputu's sides, using his magic to brush aside his light blue mane from his eyes so he can look right at the colt. "Are you alright?"
>>119442When Silver tries to look at him, he moves his eyes down. Down, away from Silver, and to the left.
“I am okay...”
[1d20+3 = 7]>>119443His attempt to avoid eye contact is concerning to the older stallion. He now moves one of his forehooves from Loputu's side to underneath his chin, trying to gently guide his face and eyes back towards him.
Sense Motive: Silver pays close attention to Loputu when he asks him again, "Are you alright?", wanting to know if he is hiding something.
>>119444Yay!>>119445Nothing is readily apparent
>>119446He tries once more, just to be sure. "You know you can tell me anything and I will not be upset, yes? I am only concerned about your wellbeing."
>>119449He lets out a chuckle interspersed with winces. "Do not be. I am one who should be sorry." He uses a non-bloody hoof pat Loputu on the top of his head. "Stay with group from now on. It will be easy for us to protect you that way."
He also levitates over the griffon's meat cleaver/sword to the colt. "And here. You can use this to defend yourself should you get attacked again."
>>119451He looks up at Silver with sad eyes and a frown, then down at the bloody meat cleaver. Covered in Silver’s own blood
He places a hoof towards it, and looks at it
>>119452"Oh, right! Sorry..." Silver uses his knife to tear off a clear strip from one of the griffon's robes, and uses it to clean up the bloody cleaver. It's a crude instrument, like a cross between an axe and a sword, meant only for hacking into either living or dead flesh, but that does not make it any less deadly.
>>119453He sits down, and has a twisted expression as he looks back up to Silver
>>119454He give the colt an awkward expression. "I, uh...understand, if you do not want to use it. You do not have, either, it is just something stupid I thought of." He does smile at him, though. "I am glad you are safe, however."
With that, he steps away, wipes his sword clean of griffon blood on one of the griffons' robes, and begins to remove his armor and clothing to inspect the bloody damage done to him.
>>119455He comes up, and takes the cleaver anyways
“I wasn’t roaming around. I didn’t know were you all were, and I hid in a closer when I saw the robe wearers approach”
A hack right into his back, blood dripping down, a scratch on his face. More blood
[1d20+7 = 17]>>119456"I am sorry. We were in bathroom. You did well, trying to hide."
Every breath he takes is accompanied by a wince from his broken ribs poking into his lungs, and crimson red pours forth from his new wounds to stain his otherwise light grey floofy coat a dark red. An observer might be able to see bone through the cleaver wound on his back, where the steel hacking into his back flesh to his ribs. He looks to be in pain from his wounds, and underneath his coat his pink skin looks a bit pale from blood loss. "Блядь. This hurts..."
Heal: Silver does his best to at least stop the bleeding.
>>119457The frown faces, and he stands up, looking at Silver
Silver is able to force a piece of cloth on him, and with enough pressure, stop the bleeding
Blue Shekels comes up, and presses down on him, to help stop the bleeding
Loputu asks him
“Are... are you alright?”
>>119458He smiles first gratefully at Blue's aid, then reassuringly at Loputu's question. He tries to put on a brave face for the colt. "I will be. I have had worse, before."
>>119459He turns his head slightly
“Why did you come here?”
>>119460Silver tilts his head back at him. "You will have to elaborate? Did you mean why I came to this building in first place, or why I came to find you?"
>>119461“Here. To this place”
From behind, Mala walks around, and starts to sniff Silver
>>119462Mala's appearance startles Silver, causing him to let out an audible "Hng!" in pain, but he answer's Loputu's question. "My friend Dark Star asked for help on this assignment to put end to what was happening here. I accepted, not only because I wanted to help him, but also because I wanted to help people who were being hurt because of what they were doing here." He scratches the non-bloody side of his face with a hoof. "I will admit, I did not expect things to be so bad here. I expected bad, but not...this. But I am glad I am still here to help those who have been hurt, like you."
>>119463He blinks
“I just wanted to go fishing on the seawall. Maybe I was trespassing, but that was the worst of it...”
Mala moves over to Silver’s side
>>119464"I know. These people, these griffons that captured you, Jubilosa, Khoi, and others, killed countless beings, and forced others like Mala to do their bidding...they are evil. There is no other way to put it. They need to be stopped. Even if it kills me, I
will see them stopped."
He lets Mala do whatever it is he needs to do. Mala can hear him breathing shallowly to try to avoid hurting himself.
>>119465Loputu nods
“I feel powerless...”
Mala just sits next to him, and looks at him
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>>119466"That I also know. It is hard not to when you are so young yet, and everyone seems so much bigger and stronger, still." He smiles at him. "But you are so much stronger than you even know. And together, with all of us here, you are even stronger than that. Next time, when these griffons try to hurt us, when they try to hurt
you, we will show them just how strong we are, all of us. And you will be right there alongside us."
He looks over to Mala, wondering what he needs or wants.
>>119467“You mean... like what just happened?”
Loputu looks around, wincing and frowning at the surroundings
Mala’s tail moves slightly
“Hi”
>>119468"Eh...think more like all of us fighting together, and you not restrained."
The unicorn pets the striped gnoll between the ears. "Hello Mala."
>>119469“I would like to not be restrained”
He waves the cleaver around with a hoof, looking at his movements
Mala closes his eyes, receiving the pats, ears twitching, and tail moving side to side
“I heard you got hurt. You like you got hurt”
>>119470"I did get hurt. Thank you for asking." Silver keeps on petting Mala while he watches Loputu's movements intently.
>>119471Loputu moves the cleaver about with his hoof, pressing it forward, upwards, downwards, back towards him, twisting it about, all, as if he were maneuvering a fighter airplane in a dog fight through agile maneuvers. Then, he thrusts it forward, as if stabbing an imaginary enemy. Then, he aims the thing down in deliberate hacking movements, moving it over a measured, equal distance after each downward stroke - as if chopping imaginary food items.
Mala moves his head into the pets, and opens his mouth, letting his tongue come out. His breath is... bad.
He speaks
“But will you be okay?”
>>119472Silver is a little taken aback by the stench. "I will...be fine. No offense, but I think you will need to brush your teeth after we are done here. And maybe take couple breath mints..."
To Loputu, he offers the following: "All attacks with melee weapons have two phases, windup and release, but they are both parts of one fluid action which we perceive as swing. Windup starts when you pull arm back, and release starts once your weapon crosses center of your vision. When you swing, your weapon should always go across center of your vision so as to hit what you are aiming for. Keep your wrist pliable so you do not hurt yourself on what you hit. Know what your weapon is for: is it for piercing, slashing, or bludgeoning?"
>>119473His ears turn down, and his head turns away, first to the right, then to the left. He moves a paw back, then another paw back, and so forth until he is a few feet away. He takes out a set of paper on his pack, and places Ming leaves inside in his mouth
Loputu pulls the cleaver back, behind his ear, and pulls it down and forward, kind of stopping half way, each time in a twisted motion. He almost clips his ear with the bottom of it, but it’s the handle potion anyways
“Uh... slashing, I guess?”
He pulls the cleaver down in front of him, after holding it above him
>>119474"Good. There are three ways you can slash with weapon like this. You can come straight down in overhead strike, which is easy to dodge or parry but carries lots of power behind it, slash from side, which is weaker but is harder to avoid, or come down diagonally, which is happy medium. Remember to keep your arm fully extended when you swing, so you do not catch yourself in your own swing and so you get most reach out of your swing."
Silver is still a bit curious about what those leaves actually are, but he lets Mala be.
>>119475Loputu pushes the knife out to its furthest extent
“Huh”
Mala moves off
Loputu pulls the knife down, then twists it to its side and moves it to its side, then twists it and swings it diagonally
>>119476"Not bad! You will make those griffons think twice before they try to hurt you next time."
Silver, feeling guilty about Mala moving so far away, steps up to him. "I did not mean for you to do all this. It is nothing to be ashamed about."
>>119479It's the cute Texan pony!
>>119480Indeed! Is cute and of Texas!
>>119481Don't forget: is also pony!
>>119477With a new open smile on his face, and a glee in his eyes, Loputu swings the cleaver. Diagonally from over his right shoulder and down, then from over his left shoulder and down, from right to left, he swings it, and swings it, then moves back and.... his hoof makes contact with the maybe unconscious, maybe dead, body of the white robes female griffin. When his hoof touches, he looks back curiously. When he sees it, he jumps forward, and looks back, uncomfortable.
Mala lowers his head, but looks up. He says nothing, but chews on his mint leaves
>>119485Silver pets the gnoll again, but looks back at Loputu's bout of jumpiness. He gives him an understanding look. "You are not familiar with death."
>>119486Mala looks up at Silver, and his ears go up
Loputu does not look at Silver, only at the griffin. She is on her belly, one foreleg under her, another off to the side, and a considerable amount of blood on her robe. Loputu shakes his head, slowly
>>119487"Even for one who has known death for many years, it is not pretty thing." He sighs. "All I can offer you is this: close your heart to their pain, close your heart to their suffering. Do not allow yourself to feel for them.
They will not feel for you."
His petting of the doggo seems to bring a cathartic response to Silver, much needed when he is in as much pain as he is now.
>>119488Loputu coils away, mouth open, and now goes back further. He is visibly trembling
Mala closes his eyes and presses up onto Silver’s hoof, enjoying the pets. The pain is splitting, down Silver’s back, his neck, even his face.
Mala opens his eyes and says to Silver
“What are we going to do with them?”
>>119489The pain makes him grimmace. "We can try to hide bodies, but blood will still be left behind. There is not much more we can do."
So many people in need of help. He has to bring his petting session to an end to go over to Loputu, putting on a brave smile even as he moves much more slowly than he did before his injuries. "It may seem calous, and harsh. I wish there was other way. I wish we did not have to put one as young as you through all of...this."
>>119490He just shakes his head, and looks down at the bodies again.
Mala stands up and walks over, and starts to lick the blood off the floor
>>119491For courtesy's sake, Silver checks the female griffon for any signs of life.
>>119493A still bearing heart, and long breathes
[1d20+7 = 24]>>119494Silver wasn't expecting that. He doesn't waste any time, though.
Heal: Silver isn't sure what he can do, but he flips the griffon over, and attempts to stabilize her.
>>119495He flips the bird over, and sees a single wound through the chest. Looks to be below the lungs, whether there is damage to internal organs like the stomach is not clear, but no immediate risk of drowning in blood. A considerable amount has already gone into the robes wishing still cover her. The breathing stops momentarily.
Suddenly, her eyes open, showing slit, magenta eyes that find Silver. She flips herself back over, stands up on four legs,
starts running [1d20+2 = 9]>>119498"Черт возьми!"
Strength: Silver leaps after her, and attempts to tackle her to the ground.
>>119499>>119500Silver presses forward to grab her, but she just barely wriggles out
>>119501Silver gets up, and chases after the griffon. "Get that bird!"
[1d20+2 = 18]>>119503>>119504An unlucky slip by Silver slows him. Mala darts out
>>119504>>119502She shouts out,
“Indringers!”
But she’s slowed down, and already making labored breaths. Mala jumps up, and pounces on her, biting into her robes, stopping her, and giving Silver the opportunity to catch her
>>119506Mala gets her, biting into her robe and probably her back underneath
[1d20+2 = 22]>>119507Strength: Silver once again tries to jump on her to stop her from escaping despite the agonizing pain he's going through.
>>119508He gets right on top of her, and forces her down. She’s stopped, that’s for sure. Mala releases his bits and backs off of her, giving Silver full control of what happens next.
[1d20+4 = 18]>>119509Use Rope: Silver uses his magic and his rope to hogtie the griffon.
>>119510She is tied up, forecloses above her neck, her rear legs together, her wings together. Even her beak, if silver so chooses
Mala:
“I can bite and snap her neck if you want me to...”
>>119511Silver takes short, shallow, strange breaths, in apparent constant pain. He manages to shake his head at Mala's offer, as well as a brief "No".
He gets off the griffon, barely motioning for Mala to drag her back with the others as he slowly makes his way to Loputu, Jubilosa, and Blue Skies.
>>119512Lewd. Sadly, Silver's not really in a state for anything like that at the moment. >>119513Jubilosa lay with her back against the wall, with bandages on her, and Khoi Lua sitting by her side. Blue skies goes between trying to move the bodies, looking for intruders down the hallways, and looking at Silver. Mala drags the female, who has not been healed by a Silver as intended. Mala drags her by the robes, which start to rip, but also avoids biting her flesh. Loputu watches on in evident curiosity
>>119515When Mala arrives with the griffon in tow, Silver commences with healing her despite his injuries.
If you don't mind, I would still like to use that Heal roll from before, since it was never used and I believe it would be sucessful.