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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. >>119516Sure... Silver first cuts off the Griffin’s robes, then can stop her bleeding fairly simply with sufficient pressure below the chest, helped by rolling up a piece of the robe and tying it tightly around her
>>118456 →Meadows sighs, and looks down a little
“There are many things I may need help with. But not right now. Right now, much is still at stake”
>>119518Midnight doesn't seem to like this response
"If you say so, but tell me if you need something, I will do my best to provide."
>>119519“More strength... more energy... maybe it’s youth I lack now.... I don’t know what they took from me. But I know that others will need help too”
>>119518He looks upon his handiwork, perhaps not happy that the griffon will live, but content with the outcome. He looks out of breath for having done little. "There...healed..."
Silver shuffles over to Jubilosa, searching around in his bags with his teeth until he pulls out a potion vial and offers it to her. He speaks around the glass object between his teeth. "Here...you would not have...been injured...if not for me. Take it."
>>119520"But you need help as well, you cannot just neglect yourself just because others need help as well."
>>119521Mala:
“Are you sure you don’t want me to crush her throat?”
She takes it, and looks at it
“What is it?”
>>119522“Oh, I don’t know what I need now. Aside from a place to stay... but we are in danger now I think”
>>119523"Then I shall keep us safe"
Midnight looks around to get her bearings
>>119523To Mala: "I am sure. She will live."
To Jubilosa: "Healing potion...for your throat...one of my last two."
>>119525Mala nods
Blue Skies
“Silver, you should probably use that yourself, or for that grey earth pony”
>>119525"Grey...you mean Iron? He is injured?"
>>119524Midnight is in the hallway, before the bathroom, and nearish the stairwell. Midnight has since seen Silver go off to the end of the hall, and Iron and that unicorn go off into a bedroom on the left
>>119527"He got it bad in the boiler-room. But look at you,
you are injured"
>>119528"I did not notice..." He looks to Jubilosa, then to the potion. He considers his options for a couple seconds before placing one of hooves on the griffon's claw and pushing it closer to her breast. "Take it. I am certain."
>>119529Jubilosa is silent for a moment
Blue Skies: "What will you do?"
>>119530"We will see if Midnight can heal me. If not...I will have fight from distance. Or else fight very defensively."
>>119531She shakes her head, closing her eyes as she does so
"You cannot fight from a distance. That is for me and others. Not you"
>>119532He slowly nods. "Then I shall fight defensively."
>>119534He looks between the two griffons of their group, a smile on his face. "I am immensely grateful, to both of you. I owe you both my life."
>>119535The griffins nod. Jubilosa from her position laying down, and Shekels standing up
Jubilosa: "I wasn't expecting you to care. Not about your life I mean. About mine"
>>119536Silver looks to her, surprise visible on his face. "Why is that?"
>>119537"Maybe not quite that..."
She looks intently at the potion, examining the contents of the vile
"I just... My experiences with ponies and these Northerners has not been one of sacrifice or concern for my well being"
>>119538He nods, gently laying down as to not disturb his insides too much. "Few bad apples spoils bunch, I suppose. I know there are good griffons as well as bad, just as I know there are good ponies as well as bad." He looks over to the newly-bound and gagged griffon. "It is had to see when all you have had experience with is only one side...its worst side. These ponies came here to escape bad griffons that took their land, their home, even their very culture, and now more bad griffons have decided to invade their neighborhood and cause terror and crime. All they have seen from griffons is bad, so all they associate with griffons is bad. Much as you do with ponies."
>>119539Loputu nods, and walks closer in long, careful strides
Jubilosa lays down, soberly, and listens
"Damn Northerners..."
>>119540Silver scoots closer to Jubilosa, wrapping a foreleg around her in a sort-of hug. "Do not blame them all for their actions, but blame those who have given them these ideas of what griffons supposedly are. Show them best of what griffonkind can be. Weather whatever they throw at you with strength and grace, and show them what kindness and respect you would expect for yourself. You may not convince them all to change or question their views, but if you convince even
one pony that, perhaps, griffons are just as worry of kindness and respect as they themselves wish to be, then you will have made world just that much better place for both ponies
and griffons." He smiles at Jubilosa.
>>119541She is surprised as much by Silver’s touch as by his words. She looks to him, then her eyes dart around
She says finally
“I don’t think you and I mean the same thing by ‘Northerners’”
>>119542"...Oh, you were talking about these Feathesians and Imperials, not Skynavian ponies." His smiles goes a little awkward. "Eh...heh heh...I suppose it still valid...what I said..."
>>119543She shakes her head, and sighs
“We are not all the same”
>>119544"I know, I know..." He scratches the back of his head. "It is just I do not normally think of Feathesians and Imperials when I hear 'Northerners'. Normally, I think of Severyanans and Skynavians...sorry..."
>>119545“It’s a world of difference, behind those mountains”
>>119546Silver nods in agreement to what Jubilosa says. "Just as it is world of difference between Equestrians and Severyanans, separated only by some rivers." He puts a hoof on the claw holding the potion vial. "Please, take it. It will not do you very much good just sitting inside its glass."
>>119547She looks at it
“And you’re sure you want to give this
to me?”
>>119549And so, she takes the potion, drinking it. Khoi Lua stands up. Jubilosa stands up
“Wow... I can already feel the difference”
>>119553Alright.Silver stands up as well, albiet slowly. "That is good to hear. I am glad." He looks around at his companions. "Were any firebombs made in between when I left and you came to rescue me?"
>>119554“No. We went looking for you”
>>119555He nods. "Alright. After we've done what we can to hide trace of bodies, we should go back to bathroom with our new captive and start on making those firebombs."
>>119556“Eh, we can deal with this while you prepare for the battle ahead”
>>119557Silver nods. "Alright. We will meet up again when you are finished."
With that, Silver slowly makes his way back around the corner towards the bathroom.
I know it'll be a while until everyone else is on, but I figured I might as well post this for when Midnight's on next.>>119524Midnight can faintly hear the slow shuffle of hooves around the corner before she spots the silver pony slowly come into view. Even at a distance, he looks quite seriously injured and bloody, made all the more obvious by the fact that somewhere along the way he seems to have misplaced his armor and clothing.
[1d20+10 = 14]>>119561Midnight turns and sees the pony, gasping as she notices his ragged state.
"Silver! By the moon, what do you do to yourself?!"
She trots over quickly, accessing his wounds to see just how bad it is.
Heal check if it is needed for this impromptu check-up.
>>119562"I got into fight with griffons trying to take Loputu. Others came to save both of our lives."
He stands dutifully still for his doctor. From least severe to most severe, the list of injuries is as follows: fairly deep scratch marks under his left eye and on his neck, a slash mark across his chest, a sewn-up bite mark on his back, a strip of flesh torn from his right hindleg a few hours ago, and, the piece de resistance, a
deep wound on his back where it looks like some kind of crude blade was used to carve through his flesh and bone, breaking ribs in the process. His breathing is short and shallow and seems to cause him pain, and his pink skin is pale from bloodloss.
[1d8+2 = 6]>>119564Midnight tries, and fails to not cringe as she gently look over his wounds.
"This... Is not good. I will do what I can, but even I can only do so much."
With a short prayer to Luna, one of her hooves very faintly glows blue as she gently rests it on his back.
Casting Cure Light Wounds, and rolling HP healed.
>>119566Six points of HP restored to SilverThough her efforts at treating the wounds are more thwarted than not, given a lack of proper stitching into deeper cuts, Midnight’s potion has an immediate, noticeable effect. Some of the wounds, especially in the back, nigh instantly display signs of scarring, and the blood flow lessens
>>119568>>119566Got ahead of myself, I suppose."Ahh...thank you, Midnight. Your Goddess's magic is quite miraculous, I must say."
[1d8+2 = 9]>>119569"It is only made better by the fact I am able to help ponies with it. I hope it makes you feel just a bit better before we continue."
She nods and steps back, observing the healing.
>>119568>PotionWut
>>119570Potion, spell, all the same
>>119570Silver still looks to be in a bad way, but it doesn't appear to be
quite as bad is it was before. His breathing has calmed slightly, at least.
"If you are staying in Baltimare after we are done, perhaps you could teach me little bit about Luna worship? It is not something that is famously talked about in Northern Orthodoxy."
>>119572She looks at him for a moment, blinking as she seems surprised by the request.
She then warmly smiles
"I would be happy to do so, but at the moment how are you feeling?"
>>119573"To be honest? Could be better. But that magic helped to allieviate worst of pain." He stands up straight and proud. "I will be fit for service, when we are next attacked by griffons."
He smiles gratefully at Midnight. "Thank you. Now, perhaps you could help me in bathroom? We have materials needed to make firebombs, we just need to put them together."
>>119574"Fire bombs you say? Sounds interesting... I will help, but let me know if I can help you more."
>>119575"I do not know what all you can do, but it would be appreciated." Silver leads the trio of himself, Midnight, and Meadows to the bathroom. "Have you seen Iron and Sands since they went into bedroom, by way?"
>>119576Midnight looks at him with a raised eyebrow
"I was unaware they had even gone to the bedroom. Let us hope they come around sooner than later."
She then helps Meadows along, once again humming a tune that Silver can only assume is a hymn.
>>119577He can't help but chuckle at her choice of wording. "Oh, I imagine he will..."
On the floor in the middle of the bathroom are a number of whiskey bottles, a barrel of heating oil, and a pile of cloth strips from what looks like the robe the female griffon was wearing, the one that Midnight saw getting knocked out in the middle of the hallway. There may-or-may-not be that same griffon tied up somewhere in the bathroom. Silver picks up a bottle of whiskey, opening it up with a pop. "If you want drink, I recommend you have it now. We will need to drain these in shower in order to make firebombs."
>>119578She picks one up in a wing, pops it open, and takes a sniff.
"I am afraid I do not drink"
She does offer a swig to Meadows before pouring it out though.
>>119579Meadows looks down at the brown tinted rectangular glass
“What is this?”
>>119579>>119580Silver does indeed have a swig from his, enjoying the flavor and how it helps to sooth his pain. "It is whiskey. Alcoholic drink. Smooth, relaxing..." With a hint of sadness, he pours the rest of his bottle down the drain, and gets to work on the others. "If you want drink, I suggest you get it now."
>>119581>>119580"I have been told it burns a bit on the way down, but I have also been told it helps with pain a bit. I will let you decide."
>>119582"It is good burn. I like it." He looks over to Midnight. "When we are done draining these, we need to refill them with heating oil from that barrel, put stoppers back on, then tie strips of cloth around bottlenecks."
>>119581>>119582She looks at it, and looks at it further. It’s not clear what exactly she sees, but neither hoof nor horn pick it up. She slowly shakes her head from side to side.
“I did not partake in intoxicating liquors before, I will not do so now. I thing it would give me only false feelings, without recovering the gash in my heart.”
>>119584Midnight rests her other wing on Meadows' shoulder, leaning in to whisper in her ear so Silver can't hear
"Good mare, I was hoping you would say that anyway. We will find a better way to help you."
She smiles before walking over to pour the bottle out
>>119584Silver thus puts it in the pile of bottles to drain. "Fair enough. When this is over, we will escort you to hospital. They have potion which will be able to help you recover over time."
While he continues to work, he asks her: "So, what is your story, Meadows? Why did you want to leave your homeland?"
>>119587"If there is, it is news to me."
>>119587>>119588Silver nods. "It does indeed exist. It works wonders for what has happened to you."
>>119589“If only most problems could be solved with a potion”
>>119590"Indeed."
>>119588"Where do you happen to be staying, Midnight, so that I might find you after tonight?"
>>119592"I am actually a nomad, and I do no have a place to stay tonight."
>>119593He chuckles. "Seems to be common feature of ponies in our group..." He thinks on it while he works. "Well, there is Cathedral here in Baltimare, run by pony named Father Maren. As far as I know, they do not have any disciples or acolytes of Luna. Perhaps they would be willing to offer you place to stay?"
>>119594"Maybe that would be a good idea, thank you for letting me know. How about yourself, what is your background?"
>>119595"Me? Ah, I am just old pony, doing mercenary work and trying to rebuild his life. Nothing that would make for good story, I am afraid. But feel free to ask whatever about me, so long as I can ask about you in turn." He gives her a friendly smile, the winter fluff on his cheeks poking out.
>>119596She smiles back
"Well I guess I should ask what brought you to this group. You all do not seem like the most planned of teams."
>>119597"Heh. I can see that. I do not know if it was coincidence or fate, but on my first day - night, really - here in Baltimare, I came across Dark Star and Blue Skies, then for next couple days I met other members of our little group. They are good ponies, and our own individual skills compliment each other. Together, there are few challenges we can not overcome, even with our lack of planning or leadership.
"What brings you to Baltimare?"
>>119598"Well, my duty is to wander Equestria and protect those in need. I happened to stumble upon the right ponies, and they recommended me to this team with this job. I was actually coming to Baltimare because of the port. I figured there would be ponies fresh from other other parts of the world I could help."
>>119600Silver looks a bit stunned, and offers her a hoof. "Then I must say, it is pleasure to have you with us. There needs to be more ponies like you in this world."
>>119601She happily shakes his hoof and blushes a bit at the compliment
"Well thank you, but it is really nothing. Just my duty to Luna and Equestria."
>>119602He keeps on smiling. "Only proving my point."
Meadows watches for a moment, then looks away when the conversation steers away from her. She stands silently for a moment. Then she looks down, sees the robes, and starts to fold them. Right hoof and mouth on the shredded sheets, she sets about her impossible task, quickly changing to placing the shredded sheets in neat, organized lines folded three times over
>>119604Silver looks interested at why she's doing such a thing.
>>119602"So, what brought young, gorgeous mare such as yourself into Luna's beautiful starry embrace, if you do not mind my asking?"
>>119607Hey Iron. It's good to see you! Excited to play again this weekend?
Especially now that Iron has cashed in his V-card? >>119608I've been here all along.In ur heart :3Iron came so hard, he dilated time enough to desync himself from the timeline.
>>119609D'awwwww.hugs the tribal ponyGood thing the timeline stabilized itself, otherwise Silver would never be able to congratulate Iron on being claimed by a nice mare.
>>119610H-hey. Now's not the time for t-that.B-baka.I dunno. It's still a little fuzzy. Iron could get ansty and rut the mare again in the bathroom if time resumes for him.
>>119611D'awww. So cute.Wew lad. Guess that means Silver, Midnight, and Meadows might end up getting a front row seat to Iron planting his seed for a second time in a fertile bed as a show of dominance.
>>119612S-shut up, m-meanie.Maybe you'll just spectate over 20 minutes of coitus while everyone ponders how come they're fucking after an hour of them meeting.
>>119613Iron is just
that good with the mares. Now all he needs to do is convince Sands and Cauldron to be okay with a three-person relationship.
>>119614Sands seems to be able to, but Cauldron may be a bit harder to achieve.
It's not like I could meet her father with Sands coming along.
Not to mention...
There could be more than just two. >>119615I guess we'll see how much Iron's harem grows. Right now, Silver's sticking to only the one.