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>>119729"I'm not used to constraints..."
>>119728Iron eyes her a bit, humming softly, before nodding.
"Alright. If you feel any ill effects or your body starts to act up, remember the potion is available at any time, Jubilosa."
>>119729>>119730With a little bow, he excuses himself from the catbird, walking to where Skies, Silver and Star are talking.
"I can manage breaking a few beaks for some of that bounty," he offers. "My hooves are all about that."
>>119728He smiles then continues filling jars.
>>119732She smiles
"Great. The quantity is the only issue here"
>>119732>>119729Okay, what's going on with the potion situation?
>>119734Iron apparently has at least one potion left. Silver used his last one.
>>119735"Yea, im gonna carve up maakie."
>>119734>>119736Actually, I've checked the character sheet. It says I should still have 2 more Cure Moderate Wounds and 2 Barkskin +1 as well aside from that last Cure Light Wounds.
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>>119737"What of the other griffins?"
>>119738Probably a good time to make some use of those
>>119739Iron has already used one, making his health go from 28 to 37 in one swoop. This is why he only has 5 potions left.
>>119740One of the Cure Moderate Wounds?
>>119739"which ones? the lackeys trying to murder us? im sure they'd love a drink."
>>119742"Okay.... I'm just saying it needs to be self defense"
>>119741Wait, is somebody else aside from Jubilosa an inch away from near death? Those items heal a lot more than a Cure Light Wounds, with a 2d8.
>>119744Silver and Iron are the injured ones
>>119743He grins
"Self Defense is a beautiful thing."
>>119746She wubs the little pony on te head, between his ears
>>119740>>119742>>119736"So what is the plan?"
>>119747Silver sighs after having thought on it for a minute. "I do not know solution to this predicament. However, right now, I am not so concerned about laws of land as I am making sure that as many people get out of this building alive as possible. Removing as many guards out of picture as we can in shortest period of time would do much to minimize risk to these people's lives. To
your life."
>>119745I suppose I can make Iron drink another Cure Light Wounds.Iron decides to drink up the last Cure Light Wounds potion, knowing that he's well stocked on more care intensive healing items.
[1d8+3 = 9]<Sticky texture, actually.He looks to Silver wondering how hurt he is.
50 health = Healthy
49-40 health =Lightly Wounded
39-30 Health =Moderately Wounded
29-20 Health =Severely Wounded
19-10 Health =Lethally Wounded
9-1 Health =Almost dying. >>119747"We start by picking off patrols."
>>119749If any of the potion is wasted because of the creature being at full health, don't do it. What would the HP be now?
>>119750"Looks like we already got most of those. They are grouping up to go do something"
>>119748"Okay... how?"
>>119751Then Iron doesn't drink it. His wounds are minor compared to his health pool.
Iron looks at Skies
"How many were taken out by that incident?"
>>119751"what would they group up for?"
>>119749On the lower end of moderately wounded.
>>119751"Either we drop firebombs on them from upper balconies, or we ambush them with ranged weaponry. There are not many other options available to us unless we want to engage them in open combat. I do not know what effect we have had on their numbers so far, but I can not guarantee we will all make it out of this if we do not try to ambush them."
>>119753"...... I don't know, actually"
>>119752"Three in the hallway, one in here. Then there are all of the others already taken out"
>>119755"Have any guards gotten away?"
>>119756"Not that I know of. But who knows how aware they are of missing guards"
>>119755Iron nods at her approvingly.
"Good work out there, Skies. Glad to have you with us."
>>119754Sounds worthy of a Cure Moderate Wounds.Iron, gazing over Silver's visage, decides to lightly poke him on his chest, pulling out a Cure Moderate Wounds off his belt.
"Take the potion. Your body is worse for wear," he says flatly, eyes staring at his in a cool, calm and firm gaze.
[2d8+3 = 8]>>119758Silver's tired eyes lock with his before he takes hold of the potion. "Thank you." He grins mischeviously as he whispers into Iron's ear. "Good to see you had fun with Sands while you were gone. Going to need that clear mind for what is coming."
With that, he pulls back, and downs the potion.
>>119754>>119758Let's get some numbers here on the wounds
>>119754She shakes her head
"Ambushes in any proper sense are out of the question. They must either fight you or flee first"
>>119758She nods, and smiles
>>119760>>119759You heard GM, Silver.He nods back with a small grin of his own.
"Do you know how many are left, Skies?"
>>119759A magical glow shines out of his wounds as they heal. They don't heal perfectly, but the color has returned to his skin, and at worst looks to be on the lower end of lightly wounded.
>>11976041 out of 50 Hit Points after the potion.He sighs. "Then I shall put it like this: I will do my best to make sure you all get out of here alive." He hikes up his greatsword's sheath. "We should not keep them waiting, then. Every minute spent here is another minute they have to prepare. Should we demand their surrender before we engage them in combat?"
>>119761"Many. In the center of a kind of atrium in this building, and who know how many where ever else. They are gathering together."
>>119762"Well, if you demand they surrender first, I guess there are three possible responses. They surrender, which is not a problem, they fight back, which lets you use deadly force, or they flee the scene, which lets you use deadly force. There isn't really a requirement that they know the
full extent of the forces you have against them"
>>119762After how many potions?>>119762"Yes. This could get sour"
>>119756"Darkie? Darkie Sweetie?"
>>119763Iron nods.
"I can help shake their rumps in fear if you want. I have my way with words."
>>119763After the single moderate wounds potion Iron gave him."Then that is what we will do."
>>119759>>119758>>119757im sorry frens, but im falling asleep over here. i woke up early this morning i can barly keep my eyes open.
>>119766It's alright Darkie-boi. Sleep well. We'll see you tomorrow.
>>119767Do you still want to scout out before combat, or wait for him to return?
>>119768>>119767At least to cover all escape routes through doors.
>>119768>>119769I suppose what Iron said.
>>119769>>119770“Okay, so how are we going to do this? Where are they, and how do we take them down?”
>>119771"You say all remaining opponents are currently in a single room, correct?" Iron starts. "We need to block as many exits as possible to avoid stragglers, either by our presence or through obstacles."
>>119772>>119770>>119766Mala steps forward, and speaks
“There are two group of them. One group lives here, in the dorms here. The Society gives them the free dorms. I think all of them come from across the sea, from just one or two places. The other group is in the neighbor hood and lives there. They come from many more places. They meet together I think, I am not sure how often, I think in the middle building. That must be what they are doing. Waiting for the time of the meeting”
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>>119773"That sounds very insidious. they live in the neighborhood? the priests?"
>>119773"That is very useful to know."
>>119773Iron nods, turning to Skies.
"I assume that first group was taken out by you, right, Skies?"
>>119776“No. We may have encountered them, out in the church. But it’s a number of them.”
>>119775Mala nods, with something of a smile
>>119774“I think most of them are just creatures”
>>119777With another nod, he turns to Mala.
"So there is a small pocket of griffons on the floors above us, sleeping right now?"
>>119778He shakes his head
“No. Awake. Probably in the other building.”
>>119779Iron nods again.
"So the closest group we know of is the second one, correct?"
So, should I pick back up investigating the claim of terroristic sabotage, or do we want to move on somewhere else?
>>119781Spark can continue, yes
>>119780He lowers his voice a little
“I thought... I thought the residents were in the central atrium...”
>>119782Iron nods.
"I think so, too, but I want to make sure we are in the same page."
He ponders for a bit.
"Is there any noteworthy individuals you know of that could be currently in that room?"
>>119783“There are several creatures, I just do not know where they are. I would not be surprised if they are going back and forth”
>>119782"Does this happen often?"
Spark continues to observe the surroundings.
>>119784Iron nods yet again.
"Noted. Could you describe them? See if Skies remembers taking down at least one of them."
>>119785“Yes. Fairly regularly”
A cloud looms further over the horizon, and what looks like guards if a sort move around on top of the higher ground above the mine, while more inside seem to move over to workers, shouting to them. A few machines, power shovels, front-end loaders, and trucks that seem to be military style logistics trucks with dump truck beds added to the back, move around. Many more do not. Rumbling sounds come from a plant off to the side of the mine. A cold wind blows, and the leaves of the trees above the kind move with it. Beneath those trees, the remnants of forest appear dark.
The pony before him still appears worried
>>119787"Then you should have records of this happening, right? You must have written down and reported this. Got a copy I can look over?"
>>119788“There are... records, yes. In the trailer.”
>>119786“Well... there is one well dressed grey colored griffin who comes around less often, a red feathered one who usually wears a cap, but he doesn’t come around often either. There is a brown one, kind of stern, who comes around more often and would give us work”
>>119789"Let's have a look. Maybe we can catch them in their next act."
>>119789Nodding, Iron glances at Skies, wondering if she caught or saw one of three griffons described.
>>119791“Might just be the priest. Or the soeaker, anyways. And could the other be Maakie? The third one I am not sure I have seen or heard of before”
>>119790“If you are staying through the night, maybe.”
He starts to walk to the trailer office
>>119792Iron cocks his head.
"Who is Maakie, exactly?"
>>119792"I better before they decide to hurt somepony."
>>119793“Did you not read the dossier with the others?”
>>119795Iron shrugs.
"No need to tell me every single detail. I only need to know how important he is, since all this getting stabbed and crackdown has left my memory a bit fuzzy."
>>119796“A smuggler or possibly gangster from Skyfall. Very important, probably the leader of the whole operation, wanted by multiple governments, and very bad”
>>119797Iron nods.
"Good. Hopefully he is in that room."
I'll nod off for today. >>119797Iron nods looking at both Mala and Skies.
"Do you two know how many exits these griffons in the central room have?"
>>119800Mala
“I’m... not sure, really”
Skies
“That area hasn’t been scouted”
>>119801Iron nods.
"That is something to be done first."
He looks at Skies.
"Have you noticed any signs of the griffons being alerted?"
>>119802“They definitely noticed the heat being turned off. As for any later patrols, I am not sure. But they’ve been moving about the building”
>>119803Iron hums slightly.
"We seem to have some time to scout out and block the exits, it looks like."
>>119804“Time or not, we have to do it if you want to tackle them while they are still here”
>>119804>>119805Silver breaks his silence. "Only question is how, then."
>>119806>>119805Iron hums slightly.
"Furniture of any kind, most likely. Maybe we can get some metal tubes and wrap it around the door handles to close them."
He scratches his chin.
"...was that how they worked?" he asks himself.
>>119807>>119806“You can try to block the doors, certainly. I thought you were going to suggest one of you goes to the doors”
>>119808Iron nods.
"I need to know how many doors before I can suggest that. A single pony cannot be able to hold more than one door, specially if the doors are across the room."
>>119809>>119806“What exactly are you all going to do when the doors are dealt with?”
>>119811"Presumably, it is to prevent their escape once we engage."
>>119811>>119812Iron nods, confirming Silver's assumptions.
>>119810“Should I come with you?”
She asks
>>119815Alright, Dark Star can go out to try to scout
>>119817The hallway goes in two directions, left and right
>>119813As Dark Star and Blue leave to scout the central room, Silver leans towards Iron and whispers, "So, how was it? Everything you hoped for?"
>>119819Iron's ears flicker as he glances at Silver puzzled.
"What do you mean?"
>>119820"You know what I mean..." His eyes look towards Sands.
>>119821Iron cocks his head, confused
"I am afraid you have to be a little more specific than that, Silver."
>>119822She follows him to the right
“I think there is some whiskey still left in the bathroom. They poured a lot of it away”
There is the door to the stairwell, then a corner in the hallway
>>119824He peeks around the corner
>>119823Silver rolls his eyes. "Okay then: you had sex with Sands. How was it?"
>>119826Sands:
“No we didn’t!”
>>119825Further down, a griffin moves from a recessed area to the right, to the left
>>119826>>119827Iron straightens his ears up and widens his eyes slightly.
"Woah there. No need to be so hasty."
>>119827>>119828Silver just gives them both a knowing smile.
>>119829Iron gives him a deadpan look.
"Was that private conversation with Sands so lewd you immediately thought we would copulate in the middle of a danger zone?"
He strokes his chin as he eyes Silver suspiciously
"What
were you talking about with Sands?"