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>>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