/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

>>122755
Silver tries to match Midnight in looking nonthreatening. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

>>122756
She moves, and again tries to hide her body off to the right off the doorway, now placing herself behind some clothing and hiding herself behind a dark purple bathrobe

"I am.... Undertow... I am just a servant. What do you want?"
She's breathing heavily, and definitely sounds frightened

>>122757
Silver motions to himself with a hoof.

"I am Silver Sword, and this pony here with me is Midnight Lily. We, along with our other companions, are here on assignment by Baltimare government to put end to what is going on here. We are here to help, we have no interest in hurting you."

>>122758
She comes out from behind the rack of clothing, showing more of herself. She's a darker red color, with a mostly pony-like body, and she doesn't look particularly fatigued or starved.
"They raided? They raided?"
She's silent for a moment, then her eyes narrow
"Took them long enough"

>>122759
Silver nods, sadly.

"I know. There have been many evil things that have taken place here. It should have been stopped before. I suppose you were Maakie's personal servant, judging from your location."

>>122760
She moves a little, and takes a careful look at the stallion before her
"You could say that, yes."

>>122761
Silver continues to avoid (or at least tries to avoid) looking threatening, which might be difficult from his slightly bloodied appearance. He smiles at her. "You have my word, you will not be harmed."

>>122762
She exits out into the room, looking behind herself at Silver
"The City sent you, you say?"
The leash, still tied to her, moves with her. It's long enough to at least allow her to go most places in the room

>>122763
Silver nods. He points to the leash. "Would you like me to remove that for you?"

>>122764
"Yes... Please. There is nothing in this room to cut it. I've tried."

>>122765
Silver nods, pulls his survival knife out of his bags, and severs the leash.

>>122766
It's a bit tough, but it does cut through, and she pulls up her claw and closes it
"Cuts better than ceramic vase shades, thankfully"

>>122767
Silver motions to the displayed saber. "You never tried to pilfer that?"

>>122768
"Of course I tried. It's locked away behind plastic and glass, and at any rate he doesn't like it when you try to take it"

>>122769
Silver trots back up to it again. "You do not mind if I do, though?"

>>122770
"Go right ahead and try"

>>122771
Silver first tries to force it open using his telekinesis.

>>122772
There's some sort of mechanism that prevents it from simply pulling out

[1d20+8 = 20]
>>122773
Silver sighs, unsheathes his greatsword, and strikes at the glass with the pommel.

>>122774
The glass shatters. But it doesn't shatter open. There is something within it that makes it tougher, more resistant to breaking

[1d20+8 = 18]
>>122775
Silver grumbles, and strikes again.

>>122776
It shatters a little more, and flakes of broken glass fall down and onto the bed

[1d20+3 = 16]
>>122777
Power Attack: Silver strikes again, harder this time.

"AAARGH!"

>>122778
It cracks further, and silver goes through into a layer underneath, cracking through the other side. There is a definite hole in the glass-like panel, though it does not run the length of the sword

>>122779
"They really built this display well. Maakie must have prized this sword."

He tries to widen it by smacking his sword handle against the hole's sides.

>>122780
She nods
"He didn't want me to take it, that's for sure"
Again, it doesn't break like normal glass, and only with effort does the hole get wider

>>122781
Silver continues until he can remove the sword and its sheath from it's place. He reads the initials on the sheath. "'R.S.N'. Royal Skyfall Navy?"

>>122782
"Yep. He was a Lieutenant in the Navy, or something. I don't know, I didn't care much to pay attention. But he loves that sword"

>>122783
Silver smiles slightly malevolently. "Good."

He puts the saber in his bags, and looks to Undertow.

"So, what will you do, now?"

>>122784
"Is he in prison yet?"
She asks, and blinks a couple times

>>122785
"Not yet, no, but he is still in this building, we know where he is, and we just dealt with number of his underlings in central atrium. We are going to attack him and who else he has left with him."

>>122786
She pauses for a moment
"Good. Finally."

>>122787
"I am not expecting you to accept, but if you wanted to help settle score with him, we found small number of rifles."

>>122788
"I"ll take one> what do you have?"

>>122789
Silver looks through the double doors and calls out. "Iron? Can we see rifles?"

>>122790
Iron has just hurt himself trying to kick in a steel safe

>>122791
>>122741
Silver trots over to him. "So that is what all that commotion was about."

(You) are all cute ponies.

>>122797
*Is a cute pony*

When would be a good time for us to play again?

>>122792
Iron jumps softly on his hoof, using it to point at the safe.

>>122807
Silver looks more concerned with Iron's hoof. "Do you need me to look at your hoof for you? You look kind of hurt."

>>122808
Iron quickly shakes his head, pointing at the malicious safe next to the two. "If you wish to make me feel better, then open that thing," he retorts.

>>122792
>>122809
White Sands walks up, looking at the two, and at the safe

>>122809
Silver looks at it. "If we can get back to Khoi, we can trade one of rifles on your back in exchange for hammer. Then we can try to open it." He motions to the hippogriff now with them. "But first, our new party member needs weapon."

>>122810
>>122811
Iron deadpans at Silver, ears folded in disbelief. "I said I'd feel better if you opened it," he responded sternly before shaking his head "Guess it is going to be locked forever, then."

>>122812
White Sands, pulling away a the end of burnt of cigarette that surely must've been extinguished minutes ago with an aura of dark green light, says,
"Bet one of those fat chickens has a key on them"

Johann looks over at White Sands in offense

>>122813
Iron nods, but looks around to find no griffons save for that beaked investigator next to Sands, humming softly. "Where would it be?" he wonders