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[1d20+4 = 13]>>121811>>121815Dark Star is shot with an Arrow for 2 damage. There is a new griffin on the same level as Dark Star. It is wounded by Blue Skies, but is not out. Silver has initiative over that one
>>121812+13 Damage to Midnight, 35 damage in total
Khoi attacks the Zebra
>>121818Jubilosa doesn't
quite make it
>>121817>>121816The arrow goes squarely in the chest, between the lungs and below the heart. A massive wave of punk light hits him, and he falls down to the ground, dropping not one but two knives
>>121808>>121805Iron shuffles closer to the robed pony, deciding to trip him.
[1d20+10 = 24]<Melee Touch Attack [1d20+3 = 9]>>121806A griffin attacks Silver with his dagger
>>121818>35 damage totalI gotta end this quick...
>>121819Midnight strikes once again, praying to Luna this won't be her last time.
sword:
[1d20+7 = 20]
dagger:
[1d20+7 = 23]
[1d20+5 = 19]>>121817>>121821>>121821Miss, and Mala attacks the Griffin
>>121820Hit against the robbed Griffin
>>121822Luna guides her weapons true against the griffin
>>121824With that, the native proceeds to wrap his foreleg around the robed griffin's backlegs, pulling him towards him in an attempt to trip him up.
[1d20+9 = 29]<Strength Trip Check [1d8+5 = 9]>>121821>>121825hehehehe, leave the specifics of "Zebra," "Griffin," Changeling" etc to Twilight and her Vizier. Killin' is Luna's specialty.
A stab into the side, then a stab up through the chest, the zebra's eyes turn up, he lets out a "uh.... cuh!" and falls forward, to the ground.
>>121826Suffice it to say, Iron has this griffin's
ass>>121824>>121823Mala cuts into the remaining Griffin
[1d20+6 = 18]>>121826The griffin struggles to keep focus
>>121827>Iron has this griffin's assMuch more homoerotic than I expectedAs a finally offering against the griffon, he raises his free hoof, bringing it sideways to slap the griffon's flank square on where his cutie mark should be.
[1d3+5 = 8]<Damage >>121827W-wew, priase Luna for that.
Midnight pulls the blades from the zebra, saying a short prayer as she crosses her blades over her amlet. It then begins to glow a deep blue as she casts cure light wounds on herself.
[1d6+2 = 3]
[1d20+6 = 24]>>121823Silver can proceed to his next turn. 12 damage, One Zebra remaining, and a wounded griffin remaining
>>121830We can go with that roll.... or we can wait
>>121829Again, the griffin tries to concentrate
[1d20+8 = 22]>>121832Once again, Silver aims a swing for the beefed up zebra.
[1d20+3 = 18]>>121829The griffin is most definitely knocked down, down to the ground. But he tries to reach up, and touch Iron
[1d8+1 = 6]>>121833With far less energy than before, he makes contact with Iron. But he
does make contact.
"Bringt unseren Feinden Schmerz"
And another shock. This time, to Iron's barrel
[1d20+4 = 7]>>121829>>121837Khoi smashes at the white robed griffin, for good measure. To keep him down
>>121833Silver slices into the Griffin. And yet, he stands
>>121837Iron's body shakes quite more strongly this time, eyes popping open from the shock, almost threatening to step on the robed griffon before subsiding, thankfully without stepping on his head.
End Round
Midnight 35 damage. Skipping ahead a round, all enemies down
Iron 28 damage, 3 griffins down, one prone and wounded, 1 remaining
Silver 12 damage, 1 wounded griffin, 1 wounded zebra, 3 down
Dark Star 5 damage, one bow griff, one wounded enemy, 2 down
[1d20+3 = 20]>>121839The Griffin with a dagger has a definite fear in his breathing. He swings nevertheless at Iron
[1d3+1 = 2]>>121839>>121841Iron is stabbed into, albeit with less force than as if attacked by a larger griffin
[1d20+8 = 14]>>121834The Zebra, wounded, attacks Silver yet again with a thrust forward. His exhale is labored with a big "huh!"
>>121834From the opposite Direction, a new challenger approaches Dark Star. It's the griffin he wounded earlier, landing elsewhere and going around
>>121842>>121841Briefly glancing back at the stabbing griffon as his flank was stabbed, the native turns his head and headbutted the robed griffon right on his face, making sure this beaked mage was taking a long nap.
[1d20+10 = 17]<Melee attack [1d20+8 = 25]>>121843Silver's armor continues to do its job. He retaliates with another swing.
>>121844Dark Star turns to face his new opponent.
[1d20+1 = 5][1d20+5 = 20]>>121846This Zebra is cut into, damned near cut in half, as his intestines enter upon the floor. Like the griffin next to him, perhaps even more so. Mala, growling through teeth that clasp a sword handle, strikes again at the remaining griffin
Dark Star roll initiative. The +5 is mala's attack, the +1 is the initiative from the other griffin
>>121845He hits alright. He hits.
>>121848With a sickeing crunch, Iron's stone forehead collides with the griffin's beak, before retreating to face the dagger griffon
[1d3+5 = 7]<Damage [1d20+4 = 11]>>121850>>121848>>121849The remaining Griffin, likewise, is cut, and falls down in a blood pile. Mala growls at his fresh kill, the second today Silver has witnessed. No enemies remain around Silver
Dark Star has the draw. But the bowgriff on the floor fires first
[1d20+4 = 21]>>121852>>121850The arrow misses. Dark Star's turn
>>121851With that, he falls out. One griffin remains, But Khoi Swings at her
[1d20+10 = 18]>>121852>>121853Dark Star looses an arrow towards the griffon now in front of him.
Seeing that the rest of the party is mopping up their attackers, Silver points his bloodied sword at the remaining griffons. "He said you were outmatched. Surrender, or you can join your comrades."
Midnight 35 damage. No enemies remain
Iron 30 damage. 1 wounded griffin remains
Silver 12 Damage. No enemies remain.
Dark Star 5 damage. 3 enemies down. 1 remains.
>>121856That griffin was already limping and wounded. He now falls to the ground, stunned.
>>121855Mala growls and shakes, looking as if ready to tear apart creatures. Jubilosa, likewise, points her sword at the group. Khoi, not finished with the attackers before her, concentrates on that.
>>121857>>121851The wounded Griffin near Iron tries to run past him
>>121858Iron uses this opportunity to grab ahold of the griffon, attempting to initiate a grapple.
[1d20+10 = 14]<Introductory melee strike >>121860Ohboi, you'll probably faint.Iron attempts to chokehold the griffon, falling backwards slightly to accomodate for his inability to stand with his two hindlegs.
[1d20+14 = 29]<Grapple check In the Center of the Room, the griffin looks around him at the damage. There is a griffin, caught on fire and fallen down, near the south exit, with two more lying on the ground between the center and the south exit having been shot in the back. In the center of the room, one lays downed from an arrow hit. Up above on the balcony, two are stunned, one of those with a regular arrow stuck in him. Bodies lay elsewhere. The best off are those near Iron, stunned. The worst are the disassembled corpses near Silver.
In the center are some griffins, maybe 10 or so in total, who either did not want to fight or never saw the opportunity to enter. Some of them want to come to the sides to retreat. A few eyeing towards the griffin and the winged pony. None want to go towards Silver, for what the sight of bowls and blood upon the floor do not do for the psychy, the growling, hunchbacked gnoll upon the floor does the rest, and it seems only the scimitar sword in his mouth prevents him from ripping at a griffin's throat.
The red robed griffin acknowledges the set back, but is not out. He stands still for a moment, then says
"Ziehen wir uns hinter einen Schleier zurück"
With this, from the air, in three swiftly assembling vortexes, mist forms, then comes around the griffins, growing to obscure the center of the room - only the center - in a dense fog that cannot be seen through
>>121861He's grappled alright
>>121862With that, he presses on the griffon's neck, making him 'fall asleep' on his arms.
[1d3+5 = 7]<Grapple damage >>121863That's enough for the wounded griffin, who falls down unconscious. Khoi is taken back briefly from her watching of the magic in front of her, to look at Iron's theatrics
>>121862"Вернитесь сюда!" Silver circles around the pillar of fog, towards the unguarded entrance.
>>121865Mala continues growling towards the mist. Then a shape appears from the mist, looking forward
Midnight slumps back, sitting down. The mare is covered in many cars and scrapes, and is breathing heavy.
She takes a minute to pray, and casts cure light would on herself.
[1d8+2 = 6]
>>121864Iron simply dumps the griffon off him, looking strangely at both the mist and the shape appearing from the shadows, hooves ready to pounce whenever the attack comes.
>>121866Silver halts in his tracks, pointing his sword towards the shape. Dark Star draws his bow, and aims for the same object.
>>121867Midnight regains 6 points of health, but is still 29 below where she started, with two serious stab wounds and a number of smaller ones. Jubilosa looks intently at the mist, from cone sounds of talking
Two griffins poke their heads out
>>121869A griffin pokes its head out, looking over more towards the direction of iron after a glance in Silver’s direction
>>121870Silver lowers his sword slightly. "Will you surrender? For what it is worth, you still have our guarantee that you will not be harmed."
>>121870>>121867>>121869>>121871From deeper in can be heard the words,
"Nein, es soll keine Kapitulation geben"
But several more griffins seem to look out in interest of some kind of surrender
>>121871From one side of the mist, a griffin flies out, evidently heading towards a side away from Dark Star
>>121872As a sign of trust, Silver puts his sword back in his sheath.
>>121873Dark Star keeps his bow trained on the griffon as long as he can, just in case.
>>121874Mala too drops his sword.... Just to free up his mouth, which he now uses to spout high pitched yip-barks and growls at the enemies
The other griffin takes off, and lands on the second level on the side opposite Dark Star
>>121873>>121875Iron sees the two griffons fly up towards Dark Star, humming slightly as he looks suspicious about the ordeal.
>>121875Silver trots over to his friend, and pets him between the ears. "It is okay, Mala, you can calm down, now."
>>121875Dark Star keeps an eye on the griffon.
Silver smiles at the gnoll while he pets him. "Good boy."
>>121870Midnight sighs in relief at her healing before standing back up and checking on Jubilosa
>>121877His ears fall down, and he stops barking, though he remains in a growling "attack" stance towards those looking out. Several more peer out.
>>121878This calms him down just a little bit more
>>121876They move up, and seem to run off to a side
>>121878Blue Skies asks:
"Are we going to do something about them?"
>>121879Jubilosa is completely unscathed, as the griffins and zebra that attacked considered Midnight the more pressing target. She, more so than most, seems to want to press forward, and force the surrender
"It feels good, doesn't it? The feel of victory. Of conquest. Of killing" >>121880Dark Star looks down at the griffons peering out of the fog. "We'll take them in alive." He announces to the remaining griffons, "Drop your weapons, and come out of the fog peacefully, and you all have our words that you'll be unharmed."
Silver continues to pet Mala and try to calm him down, so more griffons might leave the fog.
>>121881Midnight breathes another sigh of relief before quickly thinking about, and checking on, Meadows.
>>121880Iron looks warily at the two griffs, unsure of why they're being let hanging, wakling around there instead of getting shot down.
[1d20+4 = 13]>>121882He growls, then stop for a moment, then growls slightly, then stops, and then his tongue comes out
Then....
Swoosh an arrow comes
right for Silver.
Mala yells out in a high pitched bark-yip that sounds nothing like a dog, nor indeed any animal Silver has ever heard
>>121883Meadows, thankfully, is further back, in the hallway. To the right, further down, White Sands peers around a corner. She sits calmly, smoking still another cigarette with a poof of smoke. The same brand Silver smokes, oddly enough.
Meadows is down, to the left, by the bathroom. She still seems kind of out of it. Like she doesn't quite know what's going on. But she knows it's not good. She wobbles forward
"Midnight... are you hurt? You are covered in marks"
>>121884At worst, Iron can pull out and around, going up the stairs to meet them for himself
>>121885"Yes, I am hurt, but I am very relieved to see you are not Meadows."
Midnight looks like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders, despite the cuts covering her body
[1d20+3 = 11]>>121885The arrow, thankfully, is deflected by his armor.
Spot: Silver quickly gets into a defensive posture, and tries to peer through the fog to see who shot at him.
>>121887Vaguely, in front of him there is a silhouette. Mala continues yipping
>>121886All is well for her thus far, and will likely remain that way unless an enemy gets past them and into the hallway.
>>121888Let's hope it stays that way.
Midnight stands in the doorway, looking around
>>121885Iron hums slightly, turning to Khoi.
"Two griffons are in the catwalk," Iron whispers. "What do you think?"
>>121887Upstairs, Blue Skies runs off
>>121889A couple griffins look out. One has shot an arrow at Silver, and Mala is growling and yipping at the veiled foe
>>121890"Are they running away, looking for help, or for cached weapons?"
She asks back
>>121888He calls out to the other griffons. "Let me make one guess: your leader, who ordered one dozen of your friends and comrades into battle, while hiding like coward in middle of those of you who did not want to fight, and is ordering you to not surrender, was who just fired that arrow."
>>121891"That's the worst part," Iron reports. "I have no idea what they're doing, but they're not getting shot by either Dark Star nor Skies."
>>121892None reply. Only "
Yeep Yip Yeep Yip" for a moment. Then, in Ponish
"
Come in yourself"
>>121893"Do you want me to go check it?"
>>121894Silver lets out a sigh. "You do realize that means we can not guarantee you will be unharmed, yes?"
>>121894Iron cocks his brow, before nodding. "Do. I'll stay here in case any fools try to rush here."
>>121896Khoi nods, then goes off.
>>121895No response
>>121889>>121895>>121896Two Griffins run off towards the South exit. This is the exit that has a pool of fire around it, but no pony guarding it. To the right of Silver, to the left of Midnight, and opposite Iron (Iron likely cannot see it)
[1d20 = 17]>>121897Silver draws his sword, and approaches the fog. "Your choice."
Before he arrives, however, Dark Star aims a lit thrown firebomb towards the middle of the fog.
>>121897>low HP>guarding MeadowsI'll let Silver take this one, but Midnight holds her weapns at the ready, just incase
>>121897Iron simply stands guard, unaware of the escaping future convicts on the other side, scanning the area for any sort of unwarranted rushing.
>>121898Now
This is effective. The center does not immediately clear up, for what is burned away is replaced by smoke. But it produces an
immediate deluge of griffins, running towards Iron, Jubilosa, and Midnight.
Mala Jumps out and runs towards the side
[1d20+2 = 11]>>121901Strength: Silver tries to intercept and tackle a fleeing Griffon.
[1d20+10 = 29]>>121903Dark Star aims at a different fleeing griffon, and shoots an arrow at them.
>>121903Silver lands on one, before Mala gets to her, while Mala gets to another
>>121904>>121905Hit. And. Downed
>>121901Iron slowly walk backwards, swiping a hoof at one of the fleeing griffons non-lethally.
[1d20+10 = 12]<Melee Strike >>121901Midnight sighs before striking out at one of the ones running by her.
S:
[1d20+7 = 19]
D:
[1d20+7 = 20]
[1d20+10 = 30]>>121906Silver tries to keep the griffon pinned while he hogties her.
Dark Star shoots at another, with a massive grin on his face.
>>121909>>121907Hit
>>121908>>121907>>121905A couple more griffins raise their foreclaws
"Greife nicht an! Greife nicht an!"
>>121911>>121909Another one, shot and falls down
>>121908Midnight hits the fleeing Griffin, who herself has a robe partly covered in fuel oil and flame, strewing blood across the floor as she trips and falls down, leaving a trail of blood
>>121912Iron's hoof clashes with a random griffin, hoping to keep him in place after that blow
[1d3+5 = 7]<DamageWith that, Iron stomps his hooves, attempting to intimdate the fleeing griffs.
"
Lay down on the ground and I'll ensure you'll not be beaten up!"
[1d20+9 = 23]<Intimidate check [1d20+10 = 19]>>121912Intimidate: Dark Star shouts out to the crowd. "
ON THE GROUND, NOW!"
Silver tries to herd the griffons away from the exit.
[1d20+5 = 21]>>121914>>121916>>121911From inside, towards the middle, a flaming robe is cast down and aside.
"Greife ihn mit deiner Kraft an"
With this materializes a green, twisted sword. Like a more massive version of the curved daggers. The ethereal greation, transluscent and hovering, strikes over towards Silver
>>121914Two of them comply immediately. Actually, he's rolling on the ground. Tying to put out the fire
>>121916She falls down, and starts croaking. Jubilosa seems horrified at this scene
>>121917Several more do so, though it looks like Midnight and Mala have already killed a couple females as they fled. More than a couple are covered in burning fuel oil, and stand trying to pull the robes off
[1d8+1 = 9]>>121917>>121918Silver is hit by the magic sword
[1d20+9 = 23]>>121918>>121919"
ARGH!" Silver, hobbling on his four legs, charges the middle of the fog pillar.
Dark Star lets the flaming griffons put themselves out, before seeing that they get on the ground.
>>121918Iron watches in discomfort, figuring that even though they were probably implicitly guilty of dumping corpses down the sewers, these possible deaths by fire is too much. He makes sure to cover as much of the exit as he can, making sure as few griffon as they can try to squeeze through the exit.
>>121920Is that a charge attack roll?
>>121921They no longer seem intent to exit, if they ever were. They now just want the slashing, the fire bombing, the growling hyena, to all stop
>>121922Iron simply stares for a bit, before tugging his cloth shirt out.
"Screw it," he utters, holding his white, worker shirt on his mouth. "This is not right."
He proceeds to try and help putting out the fires on the griffons.
>>121918Midnight stares grimly at the scene before her, before turning to make sure Meadows cannot see.
>>121923Hit against the tan and white griffin, now naked and covered in burns
>>121924Iron's big weight proves useful in this, battering down griffins, already on the floor, with clothing.
The thing is that when the bottle exploded, most of the oil did not immediately burn, but flew up. Which got onto cotton shirts. Which burn more easily than the oil, and are now covered in oil. These can of course be removed, but oil seeps through onto hide, and it takes time to remove the robes.
>>121925Meadows is behind, in the hallway. She can see nothing. But she can hear the screams. The yipping. Even sometimes the more subtle sounds of fire cackling or steel against flesh
>>121926Iron breathes in, knowing there's bout to be some hoof burning.
"Let us commence the trial by fire."
Without care for his own hoofs and forelegs, he starts to take off as many of the griffons' burning clothes as he can.
>>121927The griffin is cut into. Wounded. Ontop of burns. Yet still, he is not out. Though he is knocked down prone, the green and blue jagged, wavy sword swings again, moving back towards him, and to Silver.
>>121928It's a bit awkward to pull off. It would probbaly be easier with a knife. But not undoable. The griffins do not resist, they do not fight back. But they don't help either. He gets at least one off, after some effort
>>121929Iron would ask Sands for the knife, but he's pretty sure she'd rather watch them, opting to juryrig his teeth as the knife, trying to tear up the burning clothes.
>>121926Sadly, Midnight cannot silence the screams for her new friend. But she can make sure that her voice doesn't join them as she stands guard.
>>121931*watch them burn, opting to
>>121931Sands has not been n Iron's sight for the course of any of this. Who knows where she is.
>>121933Silver is under attack, for what it's worth, by the leader cleric
[1d20+8 = 12]>>121930Silver dodges the blade this time. He strikes at the griffon again, hoping for a finishing blow.
>>121936If he were on his feet, that would likely not be possible, and certainly not with the help of his magical powers. Yet, even with some mysterious force helping to protect him, he is hit
[1d20+7 = 16]>>121936From off, over to the right, Mala - covered in blood, off on his own excursion - charges in, and tries to tear into the griffin
>>121935Iron's mind does stop, humming slightly.
"Now that I think about it," he mutters to himself. "I have not seen her on the catwalk with Skies and Star."
With corpses and burning bodies littering the floor, all hostile parties are down. The archer that shot at Dark Star at some point slipped into the mass.
>>121938>>121939Silver rends into the brunt hide and cuts down into it, as Mala comes up and starts tearing at his neck. The Griffin is down, or dead.
>>121940She is no where to be seen, nor is Skies for that matter. Dark Star is on the second level hallway railing
>>121941Seeing the main threat is dealt with, he decides to search the first loose end he should be searching for: Where is Khoi and if she's doing good.
With that, he pulls out himself, following Khoi's steps.
>>121942Best guess is that she went upstairs
>>121943He obviously follows the trail, of course.
>>121941Dark Star is torn between trying to help out with the chaos below, and looking for his absent marefriend. Even for him, this is pretty brutal.
Silver, now bleeding pretty badly from the wound he got from the magic sword, tries to calm his doggo friend down. "Okay, Mala, he's down, you can stop now."
>>121947Mala lunges and tears at the griffin, biting him and pulling his neck. He pulls it in a way like its designed to rip the hide off the bone, or even rip the head off. There is blood on Mala's neck fur and around his mouth, almost all of which was not there when Mala left Silver's side a minute ago. He does not respond immediately, but starts to growl less, before calming down.
Dark Star has a fairly good view of what is below. It looks like, unfortunately, not many griffins remain for bounty. There remain several griffins who are either stunned, or unconscious, that still need to be tied, and a few who are downed but could be saved from bleeding out. Unless the two that went to the other side escaped, there are none to spread the word to any other hostiles elsewhere in the building, and in that regards it is a success.
>>121946There is no trail, persay, but he can go up levels. There is no pony on the second floor
>>121948Silver starts petting Mala's head and down the back of his neck. "Good boy."
Dark Star starts to tie up what griffons he can find with whatever's available.
>>121950Mala at first lurches back, as if to bite Silver's hoof when Silver touches him. But he doesn't, and he moves back, letting Silver touch him. He slowly eases out of tension, blinks a few times, calms down, licks the blood off his lips, and starts to pant, moving his head to where Silver can touch him more.
Upstairs, there are two griffins, one of whom is stunned, one is shot with a bow and stunned in part. Downstairs there are many more griffins. Dark Star has a couple ties, some mane ties, and there is always clothing. Plenty of clothing. All of them were wearing robes of some kind, much of which were burnt, but still.
Though the noises of a few whines and moans don't stop, the scene settles down. Mostly, at least. There’s a terrible smell of burning oil, hide, and cotton in the air. The room is darker now, either by soot covering the lights or the lingering remnants of the mist – though it feels as if some active force of darkness has entered the room and suppressed the light.
The Southern entrance, unguarded for the totality of the fight, still shimmers in flame, as the fuel-oil-whiskey-bottle's contents spread across the floor. The viscous liquid of black and gold spreads partly in a puddle, but partly partly across contours in the floor, revealing an uneven surface that slopes slightly east, towards the sea. A second puddle, connected by a stream to the first, represents either a level gathering basin for the oil, or the epicenter of a second shattered bottle. The still-burning puddles leaves an area slightly to the right that could perhaps be wide enough to fit a creature.
But this entrance was no escape. One unfortunate griffin seems to have been caught in the initial fire, and fell in the threshold of the doorway. Her clothes must have caught fire immediately, as none remain, though almost her her body has burn marks. Some portions of her body, more burned than others, must have been where the sticky oil bled through the clothing and onto her hide. Unlike the cotton robes, the oil burns slowly, and ultimately deeper into her hide. Around her chest, beneath her neck, the hilt of one of the twisted daggers sticks out.
Another griffin female did not make it as far, but yet perhaps died even more brutally when she tried to get around the fires of the threshold. She is surrounded in blood, not flame and oil, and it pours out of innumerable tears in her flesh. Her robes are tattered and torn in multiple places, with a great tear on her back around her spine revealing flesh as but crushed as sliced. A shoulder, likewise is ripped into, and the once-brown robe surrounding the right foreleg is dyed with blood. But it's her neck that is the worst off, as dozens of small cuts and tears were matched by a force pulling and ripping first the flesh and skin, then the jugular, out of her neck.
Two more lay by the entrance, though they did not get as far. A lies with a stuck in the back of his head, just to the left of where the spine and skull meet. Another one, whose body is turned around in part, has two bolts sticking out of him from the barrel and the shoulder. He may not even be dead.
The fates of these griffins contrast sharply with those on the opposite side, by the North entrance. Five griffins lay on the floor in their red, brown, and white robes. Punched in the head, headbutted, and hit with a hammer, they often suffer broken bones, broken ribs, and concussions. None are yet dead.
Immediately above the North entrance, on the second level hallway, are two more griffins. Though one is shot in the chest with a bolt, both are stunned.
To the East, by the Sea, four griffins and a zebra lay on the ground. The zebra is stabbed through several times, and fell to his side, with only a small pool of blood. One griffin is simply stunned, though stabbed with a machete. Another lays on the floor. Stabbed twice, and bleeding, but not dead when he fell. One lay dead, but a particularly unfortunate female griffin lays down bleeding and breathing heavily with a robe partly on fire. She fled the fire, only to be stabbed with both dagger and sword.
But it's the Western entrance that has the most bloody scene. A scimitar lying on the ground, a zebra rend and split open, guts on the floor, a pair of griffins cut and sliced, open. Two more griffins who, stabbed and cut, were not likely dead when they fell, but may have since bled out. A scimitar abandoned on the floor.
Closer to the center, between the southern and western exits, a lone griffin is prone and unbound. She is perhaps the only griffin in the entire room – besides Jubilosa – to have no injuries of any kind. Opposite that side, between Iron and Midnight, are four griffins, prone on the floor, and with their robed removed, sometimes torn off. These griffins were splashed with burning oil, which then caught their robes on fire. Iron has physically removed several of the robes. A fifth griffin lies nearer the center, though with even more burn marks, and a bow next to him. He is stunned, but his robe was removed before he sustained more serious burns.
Another griffin, lying blacked and charred on the ground like meat fallen through the grate of a grill, was not so fortunate as the last. This griffin, a bow next to him, must have been right next to the splash of the fire. Rather than finding the opportunity to remove his robe, by some misfortune he must have tripped, slipped, or collided with another griffin in the confusion and fog, falling to the ground into a puddle of oil. He burned where he fell. Also near the center is dead and naked leader of the group, the priest of Sacred Heart. He was fortunate to remove his robe. He was not so fortunate to piss off Silver Sword, and was soon stabbed, cut, and mauled.
The fate of the two griffins that flew up to the second level is unknown, as is the locations of White Sands, Blue Skies, and now Khoi Lua.
Jubilosa, anxious before, now trembles. She pulls her beak back or even furls it upwards, looks away, and tightens the muscles around her eyes. She turns herself to look at the prisoners - but away from the burning scene in the center. Before Khoi went off, she would look on the scene before her with less expressive eyes and tighten lips, though she would cover her eyes and mouth with her foreleg. Mala pants and smiles, enjoying Silver's pets.
All in all, a job well done.
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>>121956>>121948Iron sure feels iffy about this, ngl.Iron looks around, curious as to where she went. "Khoi?" he calls out tentatively to maybe hear a peep of where she is.
>>121957Iron looks around on the second level, to see that Khoi is not there, nor is she immediately responding to calls
>>121958Iron hums slightly before going one floor up, repeating the process.
The third floor has about the same layout as the second floor, notably with big rooms on the side between the hallway and the atrium than hang over the first floor hall.
But when Iron calls out, he gets a response from the room, over on the right
"Yes? Over here"
>>121960Iron walks over to the room on the right, making sure his ears are on high alert, possibly anticipating a trap from the griffons.
>>121961In the hall, around the corner, lying on the floor is a griffin, dead or dying, with a bolt in his back, and some blood on the floor. Just pass this is an open door. A voice, unmistakably Khoi's, says "Iron? come in here"
>>121962Iron shrugs, expected the deed to be done, and swiftly shuffles towards Khoi.
>>121963The door enters into a hall 50 feet or so long, and big enough for a set of beds on each side, and indeed there are beds on each side, and a few drawers too. Most are empty, but some have sheets and pillows, and a couple even have the sheets and pillows pulled back.
More interesting is what is closer to the door. Khoi is sitting down in the middle, with four griffins, two to each side. Chicks. Small ones. Or rather two very small ones, one almost an adolescent, and one between those two ages.
Khoi looks at Iron. The small griffins look afraid or disturbed, though not
terrified, understanding that something is
clearly wrong, but not understanding what. Khoi herself is mostly not expressive, but with a slight air of concern
>>121964Iron cocks his head, unsure of what to think of this surprisingly twisted event happening in front of him.
"It seems we have found... chicks?" he offers, trying to figure out the proper term for these small birds.
>>121965She nods, halfway, before stopping
“Yes. Well. I do not know what to calm them” she says in her almost over bearing accent.
“But they are here. I do not know why they did not take them with them.”
One of the smaller chicks, with a grey and brown coloration, walks - he at least can walk - over closer to Iron
>>121966Iron looks at the chick with apparent curiosity, mind going back to what the madestallion he and Ash argued about way before as he lets it come closer.
>>121967The chick sits down about two feet from Iron, then sits up in a way so his forelegs do not touch the ground, and he looks up to Iron with big, orange eyes.
Then the oldest Chick speaks in ponish
"What is going on?"
>>121968Iron looks at Khoi, frankly discomforted by what he should say, before breathing deeply.
"A fight out on the main hall," he responds. "Many got hurt out there due to what they did." He pauses. "Some more than others."
>>121969Khoi shakes her head, slowly, and mouths "no."
She has a hoof around the chick that is still young, but in the middle of the age range.
The older griffin, who is still only elementary school aged, still has many questions. "Who are you? Why are there outsiders? ...... Are the elders okay?"
He is tearing up
>>121970Iron looks at Khoi, not really understanding the effects on the children he's causing by telling him this.
"I am not sure who are these elders," he responds. "But some outsiders got angry and decided they were not approving of what they did."
Iron kneels down, hopefully still blocking the exit in case the small griff was outside.
"Tell me. Do you know what they did?"
>>121971Khoi is still shaking her head, but she now moves a foreleg between the older chick and Iron. The middle one looks on in intrigue, the one that came up to Iron is still looking at Iron, and the second youngest, a female, has evidently fallen asleep against a bed post
"They made a community because the outsiders would not let them. And now they are hurt."
He is angry and teary eyed
>>121972Iron simply remains there, opting to stop answering the small one's questions as he figures the chick wouldn't believe if he told the chick, deciding to simply block the exit with his body.
He only shakes his head.
>>121973He is silent for a moment. The moves forward a step, into Khoi’s hooves.
“Are mom and dad okay?” He asks
Now, he can’t stop himself from crying, and he sits down again
The chick leaning on the bed post wakes up, and says a word in some foreign language to the female in Khoi’s arms. She speaks back to her, and both seem confused and concerned, but more composed than the crying older male. The one in front of Iron stops looking at him, and looks back to the older make.
“And Juergen and Deinesheer....”
Khoi removes her leg from in front of him, and places it around him
He doesn’t look up, but says “What will happen to us?”
The older female says something to him in a foreogn language, and he responds with a single word.
Khoi looks back to Iron
“I saw the griffin and the hotbed one go upstairs.”
>>121974With a nod, Iron simply closes the door as he leaves, following Khoi instructions, grunting slightly over the difficulty of the kirin's situation.
(I hope she'll be fine in there. At least she won't be too bloodthirsty)
>>121975Iron goes back to the stairs. While the stairs to the left, going down, are metal, the ones going up are wooden. In the exact separation between the third and fourth floor, a span of about 10 inches, there is naked cinderblock, and above that, a flaking white paint scheme covers the walls. The door - metal, like the lower doors, but unpainted - is open. There is no open railing on this top level, but wooden walls with a simple paint. The hall is not well illuminated to the right, with one simple light. To the left, there is one door, and a door by the corner of the hall. But to the right is one door. It is open
>>121977Iron, mainly looking for the missing party members, carefully tiptoes towards the open door, trying to be as stealthy as possible.
[1d20+2 = 14]<Move silently roll >>121978The room is dark, with a single light from a lamp off to the left on what presumably is a table. At the opposite side of the room is a slender form of a quadruped. Though sitting when Iron enters the room, it stands up and faces Iron. A green glow emanates from a cylinder on the top of what must be its head, and a glimmering metal object floats in a cloud of green light in the air five feet in front of it. Further over to the right, another figure slumps down, and in the lantern's light is recognizable as a female griffin, looking almost emaciated and unconscious, laying on its back against the wall. Near the griffin, a little further away from Iron is another doorway, and a light comes out from it as well
>>121979Iron tries to stay hidden, maybe getting to witness what is the situation at hand.
[1d20+2 = 17]<Hidden big guy (Hide roll) >>121980Iron cannot hide in the doorway, though it is very easy to hide simply by moving to the side
If he does so, he can hear - in ponish - a loud whisper:
"Someone's at the door"
>>121981Iron reluctantly walks out with a curious expression, ears folded slightly at the possible chance of danger, even though he may know who is the one.
>>121982Hmmmm.....
From through the trees, a new wind blows harsh and cold down from the North. Spark can feel the winter air drop from the mild cold a minute ago, to something much colder, as the air is filled with the sound of rustling leaves. In front of him, next to the station, is a Changeling, with no disguise, but naked chitin. Perhaps it isn't fair to say "naked," as most of his body is covered in a thick white jacket that seems to be both winter protection and the standard uniform of the Gendarme.
>>121983When he looks in, he sees the form again, silently and delicately walking like a stalking cat nearer the center of the room. But the form is recognizable now as White Sands, still hovering one of those wavy daggers in front of her. She twists her head for a moment, move her head further forward, and says "Oh. Iron! That's you." She light fades and the knife is let down.
>>121981Iron walks towards her, assuming things are in control.
"I am," he answers. "It seems you have caught some griffons."
>>121984Spark hends right up to the station and glances at the changeling, wondering if he will stop Spark from entering.
>>121985She comes in closer to him. Much closer, without regard for Iron's personal space. "Well hello." She says with a smile. She glances over to the griffin collapsed on the floor next to her. The griffin still has a tense facial expression, as if in fear or pain.
"We followed this one up here. Maybe she was trying to hide or access the roof" she shrugs.
>>121986Indeed, he does
"Halt. Papers and your purpose."
>>121987"Unfortunately, I was not given papers. Zu Lang insisted I talk to a prisioner and get the needed information to the terroristic ations halting production immediately or I would join him in there."
>>121987Iron admittedly isn't that uncomfortable with the Sands' bodypressing, aside from a slight blush as she looks appreciatedly at Sands.
"Good. I doubt the boss would want loose ends."
>>121985>>121987A beak sticks out from the open door way, and a griffin comes into the room. White Sands pulls back a little from Iron, but otherwise seems undisturbed. And though the physical appears of the dark and brown griffin doesn't particularly stand out, her response leaves no ambiguity as to her identity.
"Indeed. We can't have them alerting the other parts of this conspiracy..."
She is silent for a moment
"I think I am beginning to understand why the Equestrians sealed the records when they raided this place before. Come look at what is in the next room."
>>121988"Surely you have at least identity papers" he says
>>121990"Surely you can let me pass for a few minutes before I'm sent back to work. Unless you want to argue with Zu Lang about it."
I think this calls for a roll, right?
>>121989>>121990If Iron goes in, he sees a wide open room with unpainted concrete or cinder block walls, and no windows, illuminated by a lantern that sits on the floor. Not far from the doorway, over to the left, a steel hook hangs from the ceiling. Some days before, Iron purchased the hide of a Tiger and of a Bear from a taxidermist. Iron sees here too what looks like a hide cut from an animal. This one is golden color, and comes from a cat, sized to be a cougar or possibly an adolescent lion. Blue Skies comes up to show it to Iron.
"But look at this"
She moves down a few feet to show off a new hide. But the pink colored fur on the hide, and the pattern of a flower, lower on the hide, leaves no doubt as to exactly what it is a hide
of.
>>121991He can
Or he can just show the cards given to them at the check point >>121992Oh, those will work? I thought they were specific to passing the border.
>>121992Iron studies it carefully, unsure of what's he looking at.
"Is... is that a pony hide?" he asks incredulously, before rubbing it softly, feeling strangely nostalgic about home.
>>121993Maybe show off one with a bluff roll
>>121994She nods
"That's
exactly what it looks like. Griffin hide too. I have no idea if it's a popular thing in central Griffonia, or if they remove the fur, tan it and pass it off as cow leather. At this point I wouldn't really doubt either"
Over further to the right is a metal table, with a couple knives on it. Long, straight knives, not the twisted daggers
>>121995Iron blinks, turning to the table, looking curiously.
"It sounds like they worship appearances, possibly," he theorizes as he walks to the metal table, looking at the knife.
[1d20+3 = 23]>>121995He shows his papers from before.
Bluff roll.
>>121996"Some of their bourgeoisie over their are particularly degenerate. It would surprise me. I
know they like to collect unicorn horns"
White sands, walking in, touches her horn
The knife on the table is a straight edged blade, nine inches, and rounded towards a pointed end rather than consistently tapered. Another knife is equal length, and with the dull end of a butcher's knife
>>121997He looks down at the paper, then back up to Spark.
"Sorry to keep you, Sir."
He walks over a step, and opens the door for Spark
>>121999Iron is unsure of what to think of this, inspecting the item in question with a frown.
"I assume this is simply more evidence to further hunt down the griffons, at least."
He ponders slightly as he remembers the chicks a floor below, figuring they must be taught that it's correct to butcher their enemies...
>>122000Spark walks in to see a pastel yellow female pony receptionist to the left. But they don't stop there. The guard from outside escorts Spark through a door in the center, and towards an area in the back, past some offices. Through a door on the left, and then, there are cells.
The pony in question is a Mahogony brown Earth Pony, looking very fatigued and weak, lying on the floor in a 6 foot by eight foot cell
>>122001Shekels is silent for a moment
".... They are certainly efficient"
There cannot be much doubt that the creatures who live in and operate this place - turning griffins and ponies into leather hide just one floor above where they keep their young - intended to induct these children into this system. At least they didn't want to take the children along with them for whatever is happening at Midnight.
A slight sound of something moving against concrete further into the room
>>122002His ear flickers at the sound, intent in finding the sound as he clip clops towards the noise.
>>122003It must be towards the end of the room over to the right of the entrance. There is a lantern on the floor, but it doesn't illuminate enough over there to determine what is making the movement
Iron picks up the magic light with his mouth, trying to make it easier to illuminate the noise maker.
>>122002Spark clears his throat and speaks to the pony in question.
"So, you are the trouble maker, huh?"
>>122002>another sad brown pony that needs therapyMidnight feels she is needed, but as to where, she hasn't a clue
>>122005With the light picked up, Iron can walk over, and see what it is.
Hanging from a wire on the ceiling, though from a longer line, is what is recognizable as a Griffin. He is upside down, hanging low enough that his lower back is on the ground, neck is awkwardly positioned, and his head is on the ground, while his lower back is hanging in the air, as are his hind legs. His wings are tied, and his forelegs are tied. He is skinny and looks somewhat starved, and has bags around the eyes.
Then he moves, wiggling side to side. There is a small string tying his beak down.
>>122006He looks up, lethargically, at Spark.
"I am"
>>122007This one is
Onyx's problem.
Midnight can be aware of the scene in
>>121956 >>122008Iron looks at the griffon, extremely puzzled at the hanging griffon on hanging upside down. He glances back to Shekels, his ears folded slightly.
"Uh, boss? Did you tie up a griffon in here?"
Midnight surveys the damage with a grim expression before beginning to look over all of her team members to assess their injuries.
>>122008"I need to discuss some things with you."
He turns to the guard.
"Why is he so weak? I am going to need him conscious if I'm going to get anywhere in the interogation."
>>121956The griffin opens its eyes. His eyes. A dark brown color, and out of focus, but looking towards Iron. The pupils contract greatly in the lantern light. His feathers and his hide are a distinct yellow color, somewhat rare but not unseen for griffins.
"No....."
She starts to come over
>>122010Midnight herself took the worst of the damage (around -~29 HP after the healing). Silver is moderately injured, as is Iron, though he left. Jubilosa is..... psychologically damaged, but not physically hurt. Khoi was not hit, and though Mala is covered in blood, it isn't his own.
>>122011"Must be from the interrogation" he answers, but then shrugs
>>122012"Fine. Do we have a room for interogations, or should I just do it here?"
>>122012I guess that does it for me.
Midnight's amlet glows a deep blue, before it begins to spread over her entire body closing some of her wounds.
+10 hp from lay on hooves.
She then takes a few deep breaths before stepping over to gently pet Jubilosa.
>>122012Biting off the mouth restraint on the tied griffin's beak, he curiously gazes over him. "Tell me, do you understand me?" he asks sternly at him
>>122013He nods
"You can have him sit at a table in a recorded room.... Or you can do it here. Either way."
>>122014Jubilosa is frightened and looking at the prisoners, but then looks over at Jubilosa when the blue light envelops her
"Woah... I didn't know the winged ponies could do magic"
She is pet. Her fur is short, and her awkward expression suggests she doesn't understand the gesture.
>>122015The restraint is removed
"Scheisse!"
He bits, then gags, then he says - in accented Ponish, but nevertheless, in Ponish:
"Ja, I understand you Pony."
>>122016Midnight continues the pet
"Only some can, and I receive my magic from Princess Luna. As for the petting, I use it a gesture of comfort and calming."
>>122016Iron simply stares at him momentarily.
"What are you doing, hanging out here?"
>>122016"He is probably going to pass out if he is moved any more. I'll just do it here. Go ahead and let me in."
>>122017She still looks awkward
Then she looks down at the female griffin Midnight stabbed twice as she ran from the fire
"Was that.... was that really necessary?"
>>122018He moves his head, which has the effect of just moving his hanging body
"Was zur Hölle denkst du? Verdammt! Get me down from here!"
>>122019He unlocks the door on the cell. Then he says
"If you need anything, I will be outside" and moves back with military organization
>>122020Iron rolls his eyes, before hopping up to grab the griffon by the waist with his forelegs, then biting off the hanging restraint.
>>122021Spark nods and turns to the pony.
"So, what's your story?"
He then sits down to listen.
>>122023"My story? Did they not tell you?"
He still sounds tired, and somewhat apathetic
>>122022He pulls off the restraint, and... Crash! The griffin falls to the floor once Iron lets go.
"Gah!"
He moves over to the side, as he tries to wiggle out of ties on his forelegs and hindlegs
>>122024Who says Iron let go?Iron swiftly follows him to the floor, basically falling ontop of him, albeit not crushing the griffon with his weight, staring at him directly.
"There we go," he states "now do you feel more cooperative?"
>>122024"Well, the thing about stories is they change from pony to pony. I would like to hear it for you now."
>>122020Midnight stays silent a moment, before quietly admitting
"I do not know"