We ride again
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>>122273
Iron cocks his head before nodding. "I suppose that is a good enough answer," he responds, rather surprised nothing else was found. "How close are we to clearing out the place?"
Iron cocks his head before nodding. "I suppose that is a good enough answer," he responds, rather surprised nothing else was found. "How close are we to clearing out the place?"
>>122274
"I think there's an entirely separate group of these cultists elsewhere in the building," Skies answers
"I think there's an entirely separate group of these cultists elsewhere in the building," Skies answers
>>122275
"So we look for stragglers for now, then?" Iron asks, rather confused. "Maybe there are valuable items on these floors?"
"So we look for stragglers for now, then?" Iron asks, rather confused. "Maybe there are valuable items on these floors?"
>>122276
“No” she answers
“The group we attacked earlier was one of two. And we still haven’t found Maakie”
She answers his second question
“There certainly could be valuables”
“No” she answers
“The group we attacked earlier was one of two. And we still haven’t found Maakie”
She answers his second question
“There certainly could be valuables”
>>122277
Thinking of Cauldron, he sets off in his small quest to find stuff to plunder for some much needed capital for Cauldron's business, he starts to trot off to start his search with Sands in tow if she wants to.
"That is what I will do for now, then," he states as he leaves the room, eager to explore.
Thinking of Cauldron, he sets off in his small quest to find stuff to plunder for some much needed capital for Cauldron's business, he starts to trot off to start his search with Sands in tow if she wants to.
"That is what I will do for now, then," he states as he leaves the room, eager to explore.
>>122278
Sands comes out, but Johann as well
There are two doors at the end of the hall, and the hallway seems to wrap around. One door is further away, the other closer
Sands comes out, but Johann as well
There are two doors at the end of the hall, and the hallway seems to wrap around. One door is further away, the other closer
>>122281
Humming slightly, he tries to bust the door open by slamming it with his body
[1d20+10 = 14]
<Attack roll
Humming slightly, he tries to bust the door open by slamming it with his body
[1d20+10 = 14]
<Attack roll
>>122282
Well, he certainly hits it. Roll damage or strength, depending on exactly how Iron is approaching it
Well, he certainly hits it. Roll damage or strength, depending on exactly how Iron is approaching it
>>122284
Iron kicks the door with his hind legs in a full buck, cracking the door, and while not knocking it to the ground nor separating it from its hinges, it does seem to break the portion keeping it locked in place, and allowing it to open
Sands and Johann both seem impressed by Iron’s kick
Iron kicks the door with his hind legs in a full buck, cracking the door, and while not knocking it to the ground nor separating it from its hinges, it does seem to break the portion keeping it locked in place, and allowing it to open
Sands and Johann both seem impressed by Iron’s kick
>>122286
In a way, it’s a construction similar to what was seen in the last room, with a wall to the left and a wall with doors on the right. But in another way, it’s completely different, with the most immediately noticeable difference being the electric lights hanging from the ceiling with open wiring. Against the wall is a rack with no less than three firearms, and several melee weapons. There is a table further back with a handgun on it, a table with a radio - of all things - on the far end, and ornamental carpet in the floor, a separate rug, a painting on the wall, and a bed visible through in the other room
In a way, it’s a construction similar to what was seen in the last room, with a wall to the left and a wall with doors on the right. But in another way, it’s completely different, with the most immediately noticeable difference being the electric lights hanging from the ceiling with open wiring. Against the wall is a rack with no less than three firearms, and several melee weapons. There is a table further back with a handgun on it, a table with a radio - of all things - on the far end, and ornamental carpet in the floor, a separate rug, a painting on the wall, and a bed visible through in the other room
>>122287
Iron is admittedly surprised to find such a jackpot of weapons in here, trotting towards the rack in fascination before turning to Sands. "Think this is sellable somewhere?" he asks her, as if she'd know.
Iron is admittedly surprised to find such a jackpot of weapons in here, trotting towards the rack in fascination before turning to Sands. "Think this is sellable somewhere?" he asks her, as if she'd know.
>>122289
Smiling wide, he quickly picks as many guns as he can, prioritizing the firearms then the fancier looking weapons, stuffing them on his person.
Smiling wide, he quickly picks as many guns as he can, prioritizing the firearms then the fancier looking weapons, stuffing them on his person.
Spark continues to think up a plan.
"What do you think would work then?"
"What do you think would work then?"
>>122299
From the North, a wind blows down, and a great rustling runs through the pine trees. Down in the pit, Onyx is shielded in part, but he can feel it getting colder. Much colder.
Spark has gone off, talking to a Changeling in uniform, while the new wind has encouraged Ruby and his two "friends" to come closer back, towards the carriage
From the North, a wind blows down, and a great rustling runs through the pine trees. Down in the pit, Onyx is shielded in part, but he can feel it getting colder. Much colder.
Spark has gone off, talking to a Changeling in uniform, while the new wind has encouraged Ruby and his two "friends" to come closer back, towards the carriage
>>122301
Onyx seriously wonders how he got qualified as a foalsitter as her herds the foals closer to the wagon.
Onyx seriously wonders how he got qualified as a foalsitter as her herds the foals closer to the wagon.
>>122304
"I'm not sure yet. Depends on how quickly we get out of here... Hang on a moment"
Onyx jump into the wagon and begins looking for something to start a fire with.
"I'm not sure yet. Depends on how quickly we get out of here... Hang on a moment"
Onyx jump into the wagon and begins looking for something to start a fire with.
>>122306
He grabs the pack of matches in his maw, before poking his head out to see if there's a any sticks or such laying around.
He grabs the pack of matches in his maw, before poking his head out to see if there's a any sticks or such laying around.
>>122307
Inside of the pit, nothing... 'cept maybe a few leaves that have blown in. Clay, mud, and that taconite rock. But there is a forest 40 feet above and beyond the brim
Inside of the pit, nothing... 'cept maybe a few leaves that have blown in. Clay, mud, and that taconite rock. But there is a forest 40 feet above and beyond the brim
Ruby, looking around, still semi-mesmerized by some of the machines, now turns his head up to Onyx. A smile forms across his face. And his tail begins to rock back and forth
"I do! I do!"
>>122301
"Well.... I appreciate the attempt at help. But It'll have to be Zu Lang, or his lieutenant who would release me"
"I do! I do!"
>>122301
"Well.... I appreciate the attempt at help. But It'll have to be Zu Lang, or his lieutenant who would release me"
>>122310
"Awwww"
He pats the colt on the head
"Hopefully your friends will stay put... Come on."
He throws his halberd over his shoulder and makes his way towards the brim.
"Awwww"
He pats the colt on the head
"Hopefully your friends will stay put... Come on."
He throws his halberd over his shoulder and makes his way towards the brim.
>>122313
The friends don't quite stay put, and act as if they do not understand Ponish.
A Changeling guard standing on the brim looks past at Onyx, seeming to take offense to the halberd. But he says nothing, and does nothing. They make their way through the grey earth past more rocks, puddles of water, and stepping aside for a diesel powered dump truck, until they go up an earthen ramp, and onto the ground. Here, the ground is barren with only some naked soil and scattered grass. Further away are tree stumps and denser grass, then pine forests. Pine trees 50 or 70 feet tall into the air, and swaying in the cold north wind
The friends don't quite stay put, and act as if they do not understand Ponish.
A Changeling guard standing on the brim looks past at Onyx, seeming to take offense to the halberd. But he says nothing, and does nothing. They make their way through the grey earth past more rocks, puddles of water, and stepping aside for a diesel powered dump truck, until they go up an earthen ramp, and onto the ground. Here, the ground is barren with only some naked soil and scattered grass. Further away are tree stumps and denser grass, then pine forests. Pine trees 50 or 70 feet tall into the air, and swaying in the cold north wind
>>122314
Onyx does not acknowledge the guard
"Come on Ruby, stay close"
He makes his way to the forest, keeping a close eye on Ruby.
Onyx does not acknowledge the guard
"Come on Ruby, stay close"
He makes his way to the forest, keeping a close eye on Ruby.
>>122315
"He'll be wearing a darker jacket than the most of them, with black on it, and his fangs are a bit longer. He'll have an officer's cap rather than the steel helmet"
"He'll be wearing a darker jacket than the most of them, with black on it, and his fangs are a bit longer. He'll have an officer's cap rather than the steel helmet"
>>122316
Ruby comes up closer, like a dog to heel. He has quite a bit of energy, and burst forward to his side. They get there soon enough, where there are some broken branches, and some trees have clearly stripped bark in pairs of downward trails, the left longer than the other
Ruby comes up closer, like a dog to heel. He has quite a bit of energy, and burst forward to his side. They get there soon enough, where there are some broken branches, and some trees have clearly stripped bark in pairs of downward trails, the left longer than the other
>>122318
"Grab as many of the branches as you can. We'll need them."
Onyx picks up some of the bigger ones, balancing them on his back or carrying them in his maw.
"Grab as many of the branches as you can. We'll need them."
Onyx picks up some of the bigger ones, balancing them on his back or carrying them in his maw.
>>122319
He nods, weakly
"Remember to try to think their way. They care more about results and security than justice or comapassion"
>>122320
Ruby quickly picks up a branch that is broken off from 15 feet up. It is still live with green leaves, and is much, much longer than Ruby, making it awkward for him to carry. but he places the thing in his mouth, opening wide, obscuring most of his body behind leaves and an overly thick branch
He nods, weakly
"Remember to try to think their way. They care more about results and security than justice or comapassion"
>>122320
Ruby quickly picks up a branch that is broken off from 15 feet up. It is still live with green leaves, and is much, much longer than Ruby, making it awkward for him to carry. but he places the thing in his mouth, opening wide, obscuring most of his body behind leaves and an overly thick branch
>>122321
Onyx can't help but laugh at the display, dropping his own sticks as he shakes with laughter at the tiny colt carrying this branch.
Onyx can't help but laugh at the display, dropping his own sticks as he shakes with laughter at the tiny colt carrying this branch.
>>122322
"Mwwwm?"
He asks
He presses forward.... to find the branch is caught between two trees, too wide to pass through. He goes forward again, bowing the branch, but nnot making it through. He tries to turn the left side up higher and the right side lower, to get it in at an angle. Finally, he pulls back, tries to push the right side through first, gets caught on a tree yet again, then the second time, narrowly makes it through, scraping his body against the tree.
He walks over, and drops the branch down next to Onyx
"Mwwwm?"
He asks
He presses forward.... to find the branch is caught between two trees, too wide to pass through. He goes forward again, bowing the branch, but nnot making it through. He tries to turn the left side up higher and the right side lower, to get it in at an angle. Finally, he pulls back, tries to push the right side through first, gets caught on a tree yet again, then the second time, narrowly makes it through, scraping his body against the tree.
He walks over, and drops the branch down next to Onyx
>>122323
Onyx stops laughing and pats the colt again
"Good job, now, let's head back"
He picks up his branches again, and they make their way to the wagon again.
Onyx stops laughing and pats the colt again
"Good job, now, let's head back"
He picks up his branches again, and they make their way to the wagon again.
>>122321
"Don't worry. I got this far. I think we are just about in the clear."
Spark heads out to find the lieutenant.
"Don't worry. I got this far. I think we are just about in the clear."
Spark heads out to find the lieutenant.
>>122325
I'm laughing like a madman
Onyx spits out his sticks next to the wagon, and drops the ones off his back, then moving to make a small pile of them.
I'm laughing like a madman
Onyx spits out his sticks next to the wagon, and drops the ones off his back, then moving to make a small pile of them.
>>122327
Ruby drops his two small half-twigs on the small pile, and then plops down the branch that is twice as long as he is, which obscures the pile and much of the rock to either side with its leaves. It doesn’t fit in the pile, being several feet over in either direction, and its obtuse shape means sitting down it’s almost higher than the top of the pile.
Ruby spits, and licks out his mouth the get the bark out. Then he looks at the big branch and blinks
“Uh... green wood don’t burn as well as dead wood. My bad.”
The silent little grey Pegasus drops off a couple of his own twigs, about three six inch ones that are less than what Onyx can carry in his mouth
>>122326
He is not inside the building as the secretary tells Spark
“He’ll be at the pit.”
But going down, around about the milk, Spark sees a Changeling that fits that description
Ruby drops his two small half-twigs on the small pile, and then plops down the branch that is twice as long as he is, which obscures the pile and much of the rock to either side with its leaves. It doesn’t fit in the pile, being several feet over in either direction, and its obtuse shape means sitting down it’s almost higher than the top of the pile.
Ruby spits, and licks out his mouth the get the bark out. Then he looks at the big branch and blinks
“Uh... green wood don’t burn as well as dead wood. My bad.”
The silent little grey Pegasus drops off a couple of his own twigs, about three six inch ones that are less than what Onyx can carry in his mouth
>>122326
He is not inside the building as the secretary tells Spark
“He’ll be at the pit.”
But going down, around about the milk, Spark sees a Changeling that fits that description
>>122328
He ruffle's both ponies' manes
"Oh well Ruby, it'll be fine"
He then gets the small fire ready and uses one of the matches to light it.
He ruffle's both ponies' manes
"Oh well Ruby, it'll be fine"
He then gets the small fire ready and uses one of the matches to light it.
>>122330
He turns, and narrows his blue eyes at Spark
"What do you want?"
>>122329
Ruby's rather long brown mane comes down from his part, covering his face, as Onyx sees a smile underneath the mess of hair.
The grey pegasus Ruby has named "Mutey" recoils his head a little back and down as he closes his eyes, which are soon covered by his darker grey hair. His head pops back up when the hoof pulls away
At first, it barely lights, with a wind nearly blowing the match out. But it catches under one of the softer, dead branches, and a new wind - slowed by the depth of the pit, blows air into it, and a grey-white smoke comes out, before red flames spray up
He turns, and narrows his blue eyes at Spark
"What do you want?"
>>122329
Ruby's rather long brown mane comes down from his part, covering his face, as Onyx sees a smile underneath the mess of hair.
The grey pegasus Ruby has named "Mutey" recoils his head a little back and down as he closes his eyes, which are soon covered by his darker grey hair. His head pops back up when the hoof pulls away
At first, it barely lights, with a wind nearly blowing the match out. But it catches under one of the softer, dead branches, and a new wind - slowed by the depth of the pit, blows air into it, and a grey-white smoke comes out, before red flames spray up
>>122331
"Here on Zu Lang's orders. He needs to stop the terrorist attacks and I was sent to interrogate the prisoner and find the remaining suspects."
"Here on Zu Lang's orders. He needs to stop the terrorist attacks and I was sent to interrogate the prisoner and find the remaining suspects."
>>122332
As the fire rises, it goes closer to the big branch on top, which starts to crackle and pop as the moisture boils and bursts out
Wesley comes, and sits down next to Onyx, and Ruby joins on the other side, at little further away
"Wish I brought Marshmallows..."
As the fire rises, it goes closer to the big branch on top, which starts to crackle and pop as the moisture boils and bursts out
Wesley comes, and sits down next to Onyx, and Ruby joins on the other side, at little further away
"Wish I brought Marshmallows..."
>>122333
Spark met the Lieutenant maybe 30 yards from the mill, and the sound of a loud, rock crushing machine pervades over all. But he must of heard Spark, for the almost snarling expression on his mouth fades to something calmer yet more concerned. He asks no questions about Spark's identity, at least yet anyways
"And what did you find?"
Spark met the Lieutenant maybe 30 yards from the mill, and the sound of a loud, rock crushing machine pervades over all. But he must of heard Spark, for the almost snarling expression on his mouth fades to something calmer yet more concerned. He asks no questions about Spark's identity, at least yet anyways
"And what did you find?"
>>122336
At this point, somepony walks up to him. Rather, some creature. It's a Changeling, a Changeling drone. Adult sized, with no disguise nor pretense of being anything other, and a fur coat. With his blue green eyes, he lowers an eyebrow and asks
"What are you doing?"
It's said like a question born from genuine curiosity rather than an accusation of wrong doing
"This is an active mining zone"
At this point, somepony walks up to him. Rather, some creature. It's a Changeling, a Changeling drone. Adult sized, with no disguise nor pretense of being anything other, and a fur coat. With his blue green eyes, he lowers an eyebrow and asks
"What are you doing?"
It's said like a question born from genuine curiosity rather than an accusation of wrong doing
"This is an active mining zone"
>>122335
"The prisoner seems ready to point out his comrades. I just need your approval to get an escort and bring him back to find the guilty party."
"The prisoner seems ready to point out his comrades. I just need your approval to get an escort and bring him back to find the guilty party."
>>122337
"Well an associate of mine is talking to some of the higher ups, and I was left to take care of the foals, and it's cold."
Onyx hopes there isn't too much malace in his voice.
"Well an associate of mine is talking to some of the higher ups, and I was left to take care of the foals, and it's cold."
Onyx hopes there isn't too much malace in his voice.
>>122340
"Foals?"
Ruby pulls back, to the side, and slightly behind Onyx, while Wesley almost indifferently walks forward, before a small purple bat pony rushes past and towards the Drone.
The drone looks back to Onyx
"I see... This isn't the best of all places for foals"
"Foals?"
Ruby pulls back, to the side, and slightly behind Onyx, while Wesley almost indifferently walks forward, before a small purple bat pony rushes past and towards the Drone.
The drone looks back to Onyx
"I see... This isn't the best of all places for foals"
>>122346
Kerr runs off in the direction of the Drone, while Wesley sits, tilts his head towards the receding drone, then back to Onyx when Onyx makes more noise. But Ruby pokes his head up around Onyx, then jumps out
"Yay! You made that big, mean old Changeling go away!"
Ruby hugs Onyx
Kerr runs off in the direction of the Drone, while Wesley sits, tilts his head towards the receding drone, then back to Onyx when Onyx makes more noise. But Ruby pokes his head up around Onyx, then jumps out
"Yay! You made that big, mean old Changeling go away!"
Ruby hugs Onyx
Kerr defeatedly comes back, and lays down across from the fire.... The small, pitiful fire that is already partly burning out, and has only just blackened the big live branch
Wesley says something to Onyx in parasite, and then Kerr says something back to both of them in a sarcastic tone of voice, but that's also in parasite, so you couldn't understand him even if you wanted to understand him, which you certainly don't with that tone of voice. Ruby stands up, and walks back a pace, frightened by the language of the foals he thought were mute
Wesley says something to Onyx in parasite, and then Kerr says something back to both of them in a sarcastic tone of voice, but that's also in parasite, so you couldn't understand him even if you wanted to understand him, which you certainly don't with that tone of voice. Ruby stands up, and walks back a pace, frightened by the language of the foals he thought were mute
>>122349
Onyx gently pets Ruby
"Don't worry, they won't bite. I don't like that tone though... Maybe we should move into the wagon."
Onyx gently pets Ruby
"Don't worry, they won't bite. I don't like that tone though... Maybe we should move into the wagon."
>>122350
Ruby is pet, but he still has a look of concern on his face, as he doesn't seem to buy onyx's lie about the hatchlings not biting
"Yeah... we can do that"
Ruby stands behind and beside Onyx, looking past him towards Wesley in a way much like he did with the guard. Wesley frowns as he looks back at Ruby, and then hangs his head and looks down. Kerr stands next to his brother, narrowing his eyes and half snarling at Ruby.
Ruby is pet, but he still has a look of concern on his face, as he doesn't seem to buy onyx's lie about the hatchlings not biting
"Yeah... we can do that"
Ruby stands behind and beside Onyx, looking past him towards Wesley in a way much like he did with the guard. Wesley frowns as he looks back at Ruby, and then hangs his head and looks down. Kerr stands next to his brother, narrowing his eyes and half snarling at Ruby.
>>122351
"oh, pay no attention to the one. The other one wants to be your friend still."
Onyx marches up the wagon, opens it up, and gestures the goals inside.
"oh, pay no attention to the one. The other one wants to be your friend still."
Onyx marches up the wagon, opens it up, and gestures the goals inside.
>>122352
Wesley and Kerr watch as Onyx goes off, followed by ruby who trots alongside him
When Ruby opens the door, he finds.... A big brown Earth pony laying down inside. And another one.... This one is grey. They look up at him
Wesley and Kerr watch as Onyx goes off, followed by ruby who trots alongside him
When Ruby opens the door, he finds.... A big brown Earth pony laying down inside. And another one.... This one is grey. They look up at him
>>122354
The two stallions look up at Onyx, one with a formal blanket, the other with a coat used as a blanket, and both with some bandages or other on them, laying on each respective side of the carriage couches. They look up to Onyx silently, and blink
The two stallions look up at Onyx, one with a formal blanket, the other with a coat used as a blanket, and both with some bandages or other on them, laying on each respective side of the carriage couches. They look up to Onyx silently, and blink
>>122357
"Yes?" Ruby asks
The other two foals, close together, are still separated, further away on the other side of Onyx
"Yes?" Ruby asks
The other two foals, close together, are still separated, further away on the other side of Onyx
>>122365
Yes! There is a smaller coat, fluffy and faux fur, fit for a colt. Wesley and Kerr are already wearing jackets of their own
Yes! There is a smaller coat, fluffy and faux fur, fit for a colt. Wesley and Kerr are already wearing jackets of their own
>>122367
Ruby lights up, and his tail goes high before wagging back and forth
"Yay!"
He grabs the coat out of Onyx's hooves, covering himself in it, fumbling around underneath the coat, until eventually, a leg pops out, then his little head sticks out through it
Ruby lights up, and his tail goes high before wagging back and forth
"Yay!"
He grabs the coat out of Onyx's hooves, covering himself in it, fumbling around underneath the coat, until eventually, a leg pops out, then his little head sticks out through it
>>122368
Fuck, muh heart
"There ya go"
Onyx slowly shuts the door again, Wondering how long they'll be there.
Fuck, muh heart
"There ya go"
Onyx slowly shuts the door again, Wondering how long they'll be there.
>>122369
Spark has since come back down, now near the mill
Ruby asks,
"So, what we doin' up here?"
Ruby looks around, not turning his head, but turning his whole body in a little circle as he stands in place
"This ain't the state fair"
Spark has since come back down, now near the mill
Ruby asks,
"So, what we doin' up here?"
Ruby looks around, not turning his head, but turning his whole body in a little circle as he stands in place
"This ain't the state fair"
Are the ponies here?
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>>122382
As Silver walks upstairs to the top level, it is like walking 50 years into the past. The walls are decrepit, there is no wiring inside of the walls (and sometimes, no electric lights at all), and doors and steps are obviously later, cheaper additions to the construction from what is recognizable below.
Silver can see clearly that the ponies have added a new follower - a yellow griffin who wears a thick brown jacket, a fedora and glasses, and looks scrawnier than nature would build him.
Here there are Iron, Blue Skies, Dark Star, White Sands.... Maybe Midnight
>>122384
When Dark Star enters, he sees this:
In a way, it’s a construction similar to what was seen in the last room, with a wall to the left and a wall with doors on the right. But in another way, it’s completely different, with the most immediately noticeable difference being the electric lights hanging from the ceiling with open wiring. Against the wall is a rack with no less than three firearms, and several melee weapons. There is a table further back with a handgun on it, a table with a radio - of all things - on the far end, and ornamental carpet in the floor, a separate rug, a painting on the wall, and a bed visible through in the other room
As Silver walks upstairs to the top level, it is like walking 50 years into the past. The walls are decrepit, there is no wiring inside of the walls (and sometimes, no electric lights at all), and doors and steps are obviously later, cheaper additions to the construction from what is recognizable below.
Silver can see clearly that the ponies have added a new follower - a yellow griffin who wears a thick brown jacket, a fedora and glasses, and looks scrawnier than nature would build him.
Here there are Iron, Blue Skies, Dark Star, White Sands.... Maybe Midnight
>>122384
When Dark Star enters, he sees this:
In a way, it’s a construction similar to what was seen in the last room, with a wall to the left and a wall with doors on the right. But in another way, it’s completely different, with the most immediately noticeable difference being the electric lights hanging from the ceiling with open wiring. Against the wall is a rack with no less than three firearms, and several melee weapons. There is a table further back with a handgun on it, a table with a radio - of all things - on the far end, and ornamental carpet in the floor, a separate rug, a painting on the wall, and a bed visible through in the other room
>>122385
The still-bloodied Silver tilts his head at the sight of the yellow griffon, and approaches him. "Hmm...who are you?"
The still-bloodied Silver tilts his head at the sight of the yellow griffon, and approaches him. "Hmm...who are you?"
>>122386
The Griffin's head turns almost instantly, and the right side of him actually 'jumps,' the right rear and forelegs moving over a few inches. His body turns firmly to Silver now
"Johann Lichtschild of the Imperial Inquisition" he says, firmly and head level to Silver
>>122387
Three guns, and it looks like Iron has already placed them on his back
>>122388
Three long guns and a handgun.
The Griffin's head turns almost instantly, and the right side of him actually 'jumps,' the right rear and forelegs moving over a few inches. His body turns firmly to Silver now
"Johann Lichtschild of the Imperial Inquisition" he says, firmly and head level to Silver
>>122387
Three guns, and it looks like Iron has already placed them on his back
>>122388
Three long guns and a handgun.
>>122389
Silver's eyes widen a little in surprise. "You are from Griffonian Empire? If you do not mind my asking, what would Inquisitor be doing here?"
Silver's eyes widen a little in surprise. "You are from Griffonian Empire? If you do not mind my asking, what would Inquisitor be doing here?"
>>122393
Silver nods in turn. "That would explain robes and magic. Yes, I am part of this group. Name is Silver Sword. If you are here to help put stop to this, then I will be glad to call you ally."
Silver nods in turn. "That would explain robes and magic. Yes, I am part of this group. Name is Silver Sword. If you are here to help put stop to this, then I will be glad to call you ally."
>>122394
He pauses for a moment, and his chest visibly moves with a breath
"Well, nice to meet you as well. I'm afraid the forces here should not be underestimated, nor may they be suffered to live."
>>122395
Well, either way, the guns are longer than Iron's back (slightly) and don't really fit under clothing
He pauses for a moment, and his chest visibly moves with a breath
"Well, nice to meet you as well. I'm afraid the forces here should not be underestimated, nor may they be suffered to live."
>>122395
Well, either way, the guns are longer than Iron's back (slightly) and don't really fit under clothing
>>122396
Silver motions to the multiple stab wounds in his shoulder, and the fairly bad wound he got from the magic sword. "We just finished with fight with them downstairs. Over one dozen captured or killed."
Silver motions to the multiple stab wounds in his shoulder, and the fairly bad wound he got from the magic sword. "We just finished with fight with them downstairs. Over one dozen captured or killed."
>>122397
They fit on the back, yes. Fit under clothing...... No. Not really. That's not really possibly with anything bigger than a handgun. Attempting to do that would result in the barrel being straight up next to the neck making moving the head very difficult and probably painful since it would result in the end of the barrel of a presumably loaded shotgun, rifle, or whatever else these may be jamming into your face. With three of them it would probably also break the shirt.
They can of course be strapped over the back, and set at a slight angle, but this is not concealed
>>122398
"... Well. That's pretty impressive"
He seems to form a smile
"Looks like you got quite hurt yourself. Small pain, compared to what may happened if the tumor is not removed"
They fit on the back, yes. Fit under clothing...... No. Not really. That's not really possibly with anything bigger than a handgun. Attempting to do that would result in the barrel being straight up next to the neck making moving the head very difficult and probably painful since it would result in the end of the barrel of a presumably loaded shotgun, rifle, or whatever else these may be jamming into your face. With three of them it would probably also break the shirt.
They can of course be strapped over the back, and set at a slight angle, but this is not concealed
>>122398
"... Well. That's pretty impressive"
He seems to form a smile
"Looks like you got quite hurt yourself. Small pain, compared to what may happened if the tumor is not removed"
>>122399
He's not particularly worried about concealment at the moment, so the latter option is accepted.
He's not particularly worried about concealment at the moment, so the latter option is accepted.
>>122399
Silver chuckles. "I suppose you could say we are surgeons, then. To be honest, this revelation that they are Maarists is not very surprising. We found garbage chute on first floor that is filled with bones of ponies, griffons, kirins, and likely others...though it does make me wonder how many of those are results of religious sacrifices, now..."
Silver chuckles. "I suppose you could say we are surgeons, then. To be honest, this revelation that they are Maarists is not very surprising. We found garbage chute on first floor that is filled with bones of ponies, griffons, kirins, and likely others...though it does make me wonder how many of those are results of religious sacrifices, now..."
>>122405
His eyes go wide, his mouth is slightly open and the beak pulls back in indignation, before eye brows go forward
"So they are..... Tell me, what else have you learned. What do you know?"
His eyes go wide, his mouth is slightly open and the beak pulls back in indignation, before eye brows go forward
"So they are..... Tell me, what else have you learned. What do you know?"
>>122410
>>122409
There are no more firearms in the room. Yet it is clearly an armory. There are two long spears with bulbous, leaf shaped metal tips. There are three swords, all of different design, one curved, the other a double sided sword of a leaf-shape, and the third straighter but rounded at the end, as if a compromise of the two designs before. There is a battle ax with some material removed behind the blade in the axe head, and against the wall - three separate suits of armor. Leather with plates of metal tied up into them. Some furniture is wicker and some has floral patterns, and there is a stove on the side of the room closest to the wall
>>122409
There are no more firearms in the room. Yet it is clearly an armory. There are two long spears with bulbous, leaf shaped metal tips. There are three swords, all of different design, one curved, the other a double sided sword of a leaf-shape, and the third straighter but rounded at the end, as if a compromise of the two designs before. There is a battle ax with some material removed behind the blade in the axe head, and against the wall - three separate suits of armor. Leather with plates of metal tied up into them. Some furniture is wicker and some has floral patterns, and there is a stove on the side of the room closest to the wall
>>122411
Iron opts to take the two spears and three swords for future selling, also placing them on his back.
Iron opts to take the two spears and three swords for future selling, also placing them on his back.
>>122406
"There is likely not much else that you would not already know. These cultists are brazen enough to commit their crimes out in open; one captured colt witnessed them murder griffon on docks before he was captured himself. Their reach goes as far as Ngua Nam, with our freed kirin captive having been captured there while trying to get to Equestria. There are both zebras and gnolls in their employ, but no ponies, save for Sweet Boek who owns this building. They've been using captives to make clothing and drugs to sell. We know of name of ship they are using to bring captives here. Most importantly, however, is that we know where their leader, Maakie, will be for foreseeable future."
"There is likely not much else that you would not already know. These cultists are brazen enough to commit their crimes out in open; one captured colt witnessed them murder griffon on docks before he was captured himself. Their reach goes as far as Ngua Nam, with our freed kirin captive having been captured there while trying to get to Equestria. There are both zebras and gnolls in their employ, but no ponies, save for Sweet Boek who owns this building. They've been using captives to make clothing and drugs to sell. We know of name of ship they are using to bring captives here. Most importantly, however, is that we know where their leader, Maakie, will be for foreseeable future."
>>122417
Iron nods while still holding the spear in his mouth rather stoically. "Fer Cawldron," he says, voice muffled.
Iron nods while still holding the spear in his mouth rather stoically. "Fer Cawldron," he says, voice muffled.
>>122418
"Ah,i had similar reasons. Blue was trained to use spears back in nimbusia. You can have that one."
He lets go of the one that iron is pulling.
"Ah,i had similar reasons. Blue was trained to use spears back in nimbusia. You can have that one."
He lets go of the one that iron is pulling.
>>122415
He nods
"Ah, yes. The cultists are depraved of heart, and no few bounds. But just as they contract out for dark, magical powers, so too do they contract for international movement of creatures and material. It is not Maarists alone who have taken up business along these shores, but those consumed by an entirely different kind of spiritual depravity. Skyfall has long been foremost in trade upon the seas, and long too has it been overtaken with a spirit of greed and a conviction that societal status is determined by one's wealth. It is only natural that a few of them resort to even less ethical means to secure their place in the world. So it is that a smuggler out of Skyfall - This Storm Feather Maakie - has made a strange sort of mutual agreement with the Maarist that he will provide them with transport across the ocean - and presumably also, with fresh flesh for sacrifices, and he wrings every cent of profit he can out of the arrangement. But he is not their leader. It's a mutual arrangement of complimentary interests, like the bacteria and the fungi that together make a lichen."
>>122419
>>122420
Blue SKies enters the room, followed by White Sands with a lit cigarette in her green aura
"Oh great, you found more weapons for us!"
He nods
"Ah, yes. The cultists are depraved of heart, and no few bounds. But just as they contract out for dark, magical powers, so too do they contract for international movement of creatures and material. It is not Maarists alone who have taken up business along these shores, but those consumed by an entirely different kind of spiritual depravity. Skyfall has long been foremost in trade upon the seas, and long too has it been overtaken with a spirit of greed and a conviction that societal status is determined by one's wealth. It is only natural that a few of them resort to even less ethical means to secure their place in the world. So it is that a smuggler out of Skyfall - This Storm Feather Maakie - has made a strange sort of mutual agreement with the Maarist that he will provide them with transport across the ocean - and presumably also, with fresh flesh for sacrifices, and he wrings every cent of profit he can out of the arrangement. But he is not their leader. It's a mutual arrangement of complimentary interests, like the bacteria and the fungi that together make a lichen."
>>122419
>>122420
Blue SKies enters the room, followed by White Sands with a lit cigarette in her green aura
"Oh great, you found more weapons for us!"
>>122426
"Heh"
She takes the spear, and holds it upright in a claw, pressing it against the floor
"I suppose they did"
The smile goes down a little
"To be in a Phalanx..."
"Heh"
She takes the spear, and holds it upright in a claw, pressing it against the floor
"I suppose they did"
The smile goes down a little
"To be in a Phalanx..."
>>122421
Silver considers this. "Still, Maakie must be removed. Judging from what I have seen, no others in this organization in Baltimare have enough charisma or strength to take his place. Removing him will likely result in everything here collapsing, and will finally let us cut this malignant growth out of our fair country."
Silver considers this. "Still, Maakie must be removed. Judging from what I have seen, no others in this organization in Baltimare have enough charisma or strength to take his place. Removing him will likely result in everything here collapsing, and will finally let us cut this malignant growth out of our fair country."
>>122425
Iron nods, before pointing to the armors and battleaxe. "That should be plenty," he responds quickly.
Iron nods, before pointing to the armors and battleaxe. "That should be plenty," he responds quickly.
>>122428
"It's not a matter of leadership so much as expertise. Not many griffins can organize a smuggling operation. Still though, don't fall into the same trap as the government officials. Maakie is useful to them. But he isn't their leader. They can survive without him. Because Equestria, just as in the Herzland, there are the greedy, the angry, the jealous, the lustful and the lost. And they too may fall to the whisper in the dark that calls them to Maar."
>>122429
White Sands slowly lets smoke come out of her mouth in a stream
"I don't get it"
"It's not a matter of leadership so much as expertise. Not many griffins can organize a smuggling operation. Still though, don't fall into the same trap as the government officials. Maakie is useful to them. But he isn't their leader. They can survive without him. Because Equestria, just as in the Herzland, there are the greedy, the angry, the jealous, the lustful and the lost. And they too may fall to the whisper in the dark that calls them to Maar."
>>122429
White Sands slowly lets smoke come out of her mouth in a stream
"I don't get it"
>>122430
Iron quickly shakes his head before patting Sands on the back. "Relax," he utters sweetly "You do not need to understand."
He gives her a little smile and a blush after realizing what he just did.
Iron quickly shakes his head before patting Sands on the back. "Relax," he utters sweetly "You do not need to understand."
He gives her a little smile and a blush after realizing what he just did.
>>122430
"We will try to do what we can, starting here. Speaking of, has there been any developments on this floor?"
"We will try to do what we can, starting here. Speaking of, has there been any developments on this floor?"
>>122436
"Heh"
*Griffin is hugged*
>>122437
Silver walks in to see:
Blue Skies holding a spear and being hugged by Dark Star
Iron with three long guns on his back, a bulge under his jacket, and talking to White Sands
White Sands smoking a cigarette that smells like Silver's favorite brand
And:
In a way, it’s a construction similar to what was seen in the last room, with a wall to the left and a wall with doors on the right. But in another way, it’s completely different, with the most immediately noticeable difference being the electric lights hanging from the ceiling with open wiring. Against the wall is an empty firearms rack, and several melee weapons. There is a table further back, and a different table with a radio - of all things - on the far end, and ornamental carpet in the floor, a separate rug, a painting on the wall, and a bed visible through in the other room
There are two long spears with bulbous, leaf shaped metal tips. There are three swords, all of different design, one curved, the other a double sided sword of a leaf-shape, and the third straighter but rounded at the end, as if a compromise of the two designs before. There is a battle ax with some material removed behind the blade in the axe head, and against the wall - three separate suits of armor. Leather with plates of metal tied up into them. Some furniture is wicker and some has floral patterns, and there is a stove on the side of the room closest to the wall
"Heh"
*Griffin is hugged*
>>122437
Silver walks in to see:
Blue Skies holding a spear and being hugged by Dark Star
Iron with three long guns on his back, a bulge under his jacket, and talking to White Sands
White Sands smoking a cigarette that smells like Silver's favorite brand
And:
In a way, it’s a construction similar to what was seen in the last room, with a wall to the left and a wall with doors on the right. But in another way, it’s completely different, with the most immediately noticeable difference being the electric lights hanging from the ceiling with open wiring. Against the wall is an empty firearms rack, and several melee weapons. There is a table further back, and a different table with a radio - of all things - on the far end, and ornamental carpet in the floor, a separate rug, a painting on the wall, and a bed visible through in the other room
There are two long spears with bulbous, leaf shaped metal tips. There are three swords, all of different design, one curved, the other a double sided sword of a leaf-shape, and the third straighter but rounded at the end, as if a compromise of the two designs before. There is a battle ax with some material removed behind the blade in the axe head, and against the wall - three separate suits of armor. Leather with plates of metal tied up into them. Some furniture is wicker and some has floral patterns, and there is a stove on the side of the room closest to the wall
>>122438
"Well, you see, poker is this game where creatures have cards with different symbols, and different combinations beat other combinations, and you bet money before hoof over who has the best set. It's about understanding the strength of your position, judging other people, and fooling other people into acting the way you want them to. Sometimes, the money is replaced with chips, and you always have cards. But the important thing to always remember is that the chips and the cards... they are not money. They are just tools to use as a means to an end. But they are worthless unless used to play the game.
I don't know what you intend to do with three guns, but I know logically that you can't possibly use them all at once to fight these gangsters. So what is your plan? Are you going to try to cut out and run? Well, you have a thousand or more gold in bounties down stairs you'd be missing out on, and these gangsters are just going to track you down, kill you, and use your zebra as a sex slave. Do you want to keep the guns, or sell them? Do you just hate guns and want to destroy them? That can happen after you give them to these lackeys and they use them to shoot at enemies."
She backs away from Iron, and turns her side to him to really show off her body
"Look at me! I'm a small, scrawny female with no muscle mass. Do you expect me to do a lot of damage with this" She holds up the dagger
"This knife isn't even really designed to cut things, it's a ceremonial piece. And I couldn't swing a sword. Look, here's the bottom line. Most of these prisoners here... they are illegal aliens. If you don't want them to run off, you can stop them. You want the guns at the end of the night? Don't just keep them out of the action - that might kill you. Have them use the guns to kill this asshole griffin, turn in the dead body of the griffin to the police for a bounty, turn in the prisoners you freed to the police for a small bounty and have them deported, turn in the guns to the police for the gun buy-back, and then steal the guns out of the back of the police carriage when they are not looking. That is how you play poker. By using what you have in your hand. Not by stuffing away cards and thinking it's money"
"Well, you see, poker is this game where creatures have cards with different symbols, and different combinations beat other combinations, and you bet money before hoof over who has the best set. It's about understanding the strength of your position, judging other people, and fooling other people into acting the way you want them to. Sometimes, the money is replaced with chips, and you always have cards. But the important thing to always remember is that the chips and the cards... they are not money. They are just tools to use as a means to an end. But they are worthless unless used to play the game.
I don't know what you intend to do with three guns, but I know logically that you can't possibly use them all at once to fight these gangsters. So what is your plan? Are you going to try to cut out and run? Well, you have a thousand or more gold in bounties down stairs you'd be missing out on, and these gangsters are just going to track you down, kill you, and use your zebra as a sex slave. Do you want to keep the guns, or sell them? Do you just hate guns and want to destroy them? That can happen after you give them to these lackeys and they use them to shoot at enemies."
She backs away from Iron, and turns her side to him to really show off her body
"Look at me! I'm a small, scrawny female with no muscle mass. Do you expect me to do a lot of damage with this" She holds up the dagger
"This knife isn't even really designed to cut things, it's a ceremonial piece. And I couldn't swing a sword. Look, here's the bottom line. Most of these prisoners here... they are illegal aliens. If you don't want them to run off, you can stop them. You want the guns at the end of the night? Don't just keep them out of the action - that might kill you. Have them use the guns to kill this asshole griffin, turn in the dead body of the griffin to the police for a bounty, turn in the prisoners you freed to the police for a small bounty and have them deported, turn in the guns to the police for the gun buy-back, and then steal the guns out of the back of the police carriage when they are not looking. That is how you play poker. By using what you have in your hand. Not by stuffing away cards and thinking it's money"
>>122443
Silver may appreciate how much more expressive is the mouth of a pony compared to the beak of a griffin, for White Sands can be seen visibly frowning.
Johann walks by, and starts looking around the room
Silver may appreciate how much more expressive is the mouth of a pony compared to the beak of a griffin, for White Sands can be seen visibly frowning.
Johann walks by, and starts looking around the room
>>122442
>>122443
Iron shakes his head. "Oh no, I mean to sell them off after the mission as a little bonus," he responds swiftly after the whole speech, before humming lightly. "I am pretty sure you still have that revolver one of us gave you, so there is that."
Iron then presents a small smile to her. "Tell you what, you tell me what they do and how much they are worth and I will let you pick one for yourself."
>>122443
Iron shakes his head. "Oh no, I mean to sell them off after the mission as a little bonus," he responds swiftly after the whole speech, before humming lightly. "I am pretty sure you still have that revolver one of us gave you, so there is that."
Iron then presents a small smile to her. "Tell you what, you tell me what they do and how much they are worth and I will let you pick one for yourself."
>>122448
The unicorn smiles. "I can show you how to, it is not so difficult. They are immensely useful weapons."
The unicorn smiles. "I can show you how to, it is not so difficult. They are immensely useful weapons."
>>122445
White Sands turns to Dark Star, smiles, and nods
>>122446
"I don't think you're understanding me exactly. You have here three or four or so females and children who aren't big enough to really be very effective with a sword or take hits well, but can be better as support with guns. And then of course you can always use one yourself"
White Sands turns to Dark Star, smiles, and nods
>>122446
"I don't think you're understanding me exactly. You have here three or four or so females and children who aren't big enough to really be very effective with a sword or take hits well, but can be better as support with guns. And then of course you can always use one yourself"
>>122449
>>122450
Iron cocks his head at the two of them. "I do not want it for myself," he responds once more "I want to get as many bits as possible more than their utility."
He looks at Sands in particular next. "I am pretty sure the only female without a ranged weapon is Khoi, who seems to handle herself well with a hammer, and could potentially use the big axe over there." He proceeds to point at said weapon.
>>122450
Iron cocks his head at the two of them. "I do not want it for myself," he responds once more "I want to get as many bits as possible more than their utility."
He looks at Sands in particular next. "I am pretty sure the only female without a ranged weapon is Khoi, who seems to handle herself well with a hammer, and could potentially use the big axe over there." He proceeds to point at said weapon.
>>122451
She looks at him again
"They can do more damage with a gun than a machete, and you can get the guns back at the end of the night. As I said, chips are not money"
She looks at him again
"They can do more damage with a gun than a machete, and you can get the guns back at the end of the night. As I said, chips are not money"
>>122452
Iron looks at Sands for a moment before digging towards his big, bulging pistol he had on him. "Alright, alright, what were you thinking of talking?"
Iron looks at Sands for a moment before digging towards his big, bulging pistol he had on him. "Alright, alright, what were you thinking of talking?"
>>122455
Iron proceeds to shrug again. "Ah, alright. I thought you wanted one. My mistake," he quickly retorts before pulling his hoof out of the bulge.
Iron proceeds to shrug again. "Ah, alright. I thought you wanted one. My mistake," he quickly retorts before pulling his hoof out of the bulge.
>>122458
He blinks, and stares his slit gold eyes at Iron
"My gun. It must have been here."
He holds up a small yellow box
He blinks, and stares his slit gold eyes at Iron
"My gun. It must have been here."
He holds up a small yellow box
>>122462
"Thats a nice model. im more of a revolver stallion,myself." i think i saw it in here somewhere i think iron might know where it is."
"Thats a nice model. im more of a revolver stallion,myself." i think i saw it in here somewhere i think iron might know where it is."
>>122463
"Well"
He looks over to Iron
"There is a munition box under the table"
Then he looks back to Dark Star, and answers the question
"It is better to have the eight rounds in the automatic, than the six in the revolver. All the same, the heretics fear it"
Blue Skies looks over with a scrunched facial expression, as if offended and wanting to say something, but she says nothing
"Well"
He looks over to Iron
"There is a munition box under the table"
Then he looks back to Dark Star, and answers the question
"It is better to have the eight rounds in the automatic, than the six in the revolver. All the same, the heretics fear it"
Blue Skies looks over with a scrunched facial expression, as if offended and wanting to say something, but she says nothing
>>122467
He narrows his eyes, and turns his head to the side
"No, I... don't think that's right. Either way, hard to miss when your target is in the same room as you"
He narrows his eyes, and turns his head to the side
"No, I... don't think that's right. Either way, hard to miss when your target is in the same room as you"
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Hello
Spark will continue the adventure tomorrow.
[hopefully going to play pony noises]
I'll be free all day tomorrow.
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