Along the shores of Baltimare Harbor, in the halls of old 33 Hoebuck, our heroes have discovered a dark secret. What started as a mundane mission to stop illegal immigrant smuggling has uncovered something far more horrific - a cult from Griffonia. The party has successfully challenged and defeated many of the cultists and hired criminals, but in the process, has nearly died themselves. Now, low on health, they must both recover and put an end to the evils in 33 Hoebuck once and for all - before it puts an end to them first.
Way up north, in the Iron Range of Whinnysota, the ponies their inquire into exact who or what is damaging so many machines. Investigating and following leads, they may unveil the faults and problems of the Haysabi Iron Mine, and gain favor with Changeling authorities.
Damn it, I missed 123,000
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[1d20+5 = 25]
[1d20+5 = 17]
>>124785
It looks like he hits
Blue Skies shoots, and Mala swings at the Kirin
[1d20+5 = 17]
>>124785
It looks like he hits
Blue Skies shoots, and Mala swings at the Kirin
Because Midnight's player went to sleep her segment has not been completed.
But for Iron and Silver, the dead have been killed once again, and Boek has one less trick up his sleeve - one less tool to keep the ponies from him
But for Iron and Silver, the dead have been killed once again, and Boek has one less trick up his sleeve - one less tool to keep the ponies from him
>>124792
Yes
It looks like all of the ponies are below 20 HP, with Silver losing 5 HP after the +5 for blood transfusion, and Iron is breaking even
Yes
It looks like all of the ponies are below 20 HP, with Silver losing 5 HP after the +5 for blood transfusion, and Iron is breaking even
[1d20+4 = 17]
>>124796
So what's going on is that Boek and Maar have animated the corpses of the enemies killed to fight against the ponies. This is divided int three simultaneous combats, one for each player. Silver and Iron have completed their's, Midnight has not.
Midnight is besieged by a griffin she killed, the Kafkar gnoll she killed, the diamond dog she killed, and the voodoo zebra she killed.
She is being helped by Jubilosa, the griffin, and Johann, the other griffin. She's pretty popular with the griffins, apparently
The initiative order is:
Griffin
Jubilosa
Kafkar
Midnight
Diamond Dog
Johann
Zebress
The griffin has already attacked midnight - and failed
Jubilosa attacks the Kafkar gnoll with her rifle
>>124796
So what's going on is that Boek and Maar have animated the corpses of the enemies killed to fight against the ponies. This is divided int three simultaneous combats, one for each player. Silver and Iron have completed their's, Midnight has not.
Midnight is besieged by a griffin she killed, the Kafkar gnoll she killed, the diamond dog she killed, and the voodoo zebra she killed.
She is being helped by Jubilosa, the griffin, and Johann, the other griffin. She's pretty popular with the griffins, apparently
The initiative order is:
Griffin
Jubilosa
Kafkar
Midnight
Diamond Dog
Johann
Zebress
The griffin has already attacked midnight - and failed
Jubilosa attacks the Kafkar gnoll with her rifle
[1d20+6 = 13]
[1d20+2 = 6]
>>124803
The gnoll is shot through, in the upper chest. He is stabbed through his low hanging belly. And then Midnight thrusts her dagger into his neck. The grim puppet staggers, then falls, with neither life nor magic to animate it
But the diamond dog punches at Midnight, and Johann aims his Mannilicher right at the animated griffin
+2 is the diamond dog puppter, +6 is Johann
[1d20+2 = 6]
>>124803
The gnoll is shot through, in the upper chest. He is stabbed through his low hanging belly. And then Midnight thrusts her dagger into his neck. The grim puppet staggers, then falls, with neither life nor magic to animate it
But the diamond dog punches at Midnight, and Johann aims his Mannilicher right at the animated griffin
+2 is the diamond dog puppter, +6 is Johann
[1d20+3 = 8]
>>124813
Stabbed through the eye with a dagger, and the left part of the torso with the sword, now shot at by Jubilosa for good measure
>>124813
Stabbed through the eye with a dagger, and the left part of the torso with the sword, now shot at by Jubilosa for good measure
[1d20+2 = 6]
>>124821
A chunk of flesh is sliced, and hangs from her leglike a banana peel. Any live creature would have found the pain unbearable. But this, red eyed puppet, is no living creature.
She swipes again with the staff
Midnight may attack again
>>124821
A chunk of flesh is sliced, and hangs from her leglike a banana peel. Any live creature would have found the pain unbearable. But this, red eyed puppet, is no living creature.
She swipes again with the staff
Midnight may attack again
>>124825
In the battle befoore, Midnight made a blow so great that the Zebra's head was halfway sliced off. Now, Midnight's sword lobs her head right off, like a dandelion hit by a stick in child's play. The dagger, likewise, severs the right foreleg right off. There is little blood spread by the unbeating heart of this zebra on the chapel floor
Midnight has defeated all enemies
She has 9 HP remaining, counting a +5 to represent healing
In the battle befoore, Midnight made a blow so great that the Zebra's head was halfway sliced off. Now, Midnight's sword lobs her head right off, like a dandelion hit by a stick in child's play. The dagger, likewise, severs the right foreleg right off. There is little blood spread by the unbeating heart of this zebra on the chapel floor
Midnight has defeated all enemies
She has 9 HP remaining, counting a +5 to represent healing
>>124827
"One last push, My Little Pony"
Restored lay of hooves, new healing spell
Iron has ~8 HP
Silver 12 HP
Midnight 9 HP
"One last push, My Little Pony"
Restored lay of hooves, new healing spell
Iron has ~8 HP
Silver 12 HP
Midnight 9 HP
waiting pony noises
>>124832
Midnight gets 5 from lay on hooves, Iron gets 2, and Silver gets 3.
HP for everypony should now be
Iron 14
Silver 15
Midnight 14
Midnight gets 5 from lay on hooves, Iron gets 2, and Silver gets 3.
HP for everypony should now be
Iron 14
Silver 15
Midnight 14
As the battle rages, the rescued creatures continue their barrage against Boek, not penetrating his magical bubble shield, but keeping him on edge, and unable to intervene in a decisive way against the ponies, who themselves are besieged by waves of enemies.
But at one, terrible moment, Boek levels his horn at the auxiliaries and sends a bead of fire that explodes on contact with the floor. Blue Skies, Johann, and Undertoe are already near the ground, in cover behind pews. But Khoi, Jubilosa, and White Sands, standing in the open are more exposed. Khoi, near the epicenter, is perhaps only saved by her species’ fire resistance, as she combusts herself into black and purple. Jubilosa and White Sands tumble out of the way as a pew is knocked over. Though the exact damage behind the screams and fire is hard for the ponies to measure, the rifle cracks start again after the passage of some seconds.
Cultists who may have preferred to fight for their beliefs over capture are deterred by the superior firepower in the back of the room, and by what is implied by the red and blue light that bleeds through the vaulted glass ceiling. They fall prone, or hide behind pews where possible.
Boek grins back to the auxiliaries who shoot at him, as shot after shot hits his shield to no evident effect. But then a bullet hits... and the bubble bursts. Another bullet grazes his back, and causes him to bleed, and the smile drains away from his face. He dives down to try to hide under raised altar area, before rising with a new bubble shield. But the grin does not return
But at one, terrible moment, Boek levels his horn at the auxiliaries and sends a bead of fire that explodes on contact with the floor. Blue Skies, Johann, and Undertoe are already near the ground, in cover behind pews. But Khoi, Jubilosa, and White Sands, standing in the open are more exposed. Khoi, near the epicenter, is perhaps only saved by her species’ fire resistance, as she combusts herself into black and purple. Jubilosa and White Sands tumble out of the way as a pew is knocked over. Though the exact damage behind the screams and fire is hard for the ponies to measure, the rifle cracks start again after the passage of some seconds.
Cultists who may have preferred to fight for their beliefs over capture are deterred by the superior firepower in the back of the room, and by what is implied by the red and blue light that bleeds through the vaulted glass ceiling. They fall prone, or hide behind pews where possible.
Boek grins back to the auxiliaries who shoot at him, as shot after shot hits his shield to no evident effect. But then a bullet hits... and the bubble bursts. Another bullet grazes his back, and causes him to bleed, and the smile drains away from his face. He dives down to try to hide under raised altar area, before rising with a new bubble shield. But the grin does not return
Boek is silent as his hounds and champions move forward, but as the battle progresses, he becomes more talkative. His words seem to be aimed most at Silver, for Silver, after all, is the only one to say more than a few words to him:
“Who do you work for? Does the Lady want to eliminate her competition? Did the city become wise? Is it the Dominion looking for more weapons dealers? No matter.... all the same you are working under a society, within its laws or without, but very much limited by its vision. For more than a thousand years, ponykind has lived thinking itself the center of the universe. It holds its own ideals of harmony, reason and magic above all others. They make laws and customs emphasizing restraint, telling you you must refrain from doing things that might be advantageous to you, of course while these laws always benefit those who make the laws.
These narrow minded hypocrites haven’t the slightest conception of what is out there. What is beyond the lunar sphere... what lies within the hearts of creatures. They lack even the wisdom of their ancestors, or of the cultures of Griffoninia and Zebrica, whom they dismiss as “primitives” or atavistic. No. These alleged ‘primaries,’ understand, as I do, that neither ponykind nor its conceptions of harmony and friendship hold any significance within the larger universe; that space and time are but constructions of the mind; that the inner heart and the abyss of the outer spheres are closer, far closer than Canterlot pomy may imagine; that the material world, as you see it, comes only from the imprint of feeble senses upon the mind, which comprehends only a pittance of what is; that Will and instinct, not matter, underly reality, each individual being but the crested wave of a deeper sea of Will to Life and Power; and that there are great things, far beyond what any magician nor scientist would dare fathom.
Of those elder entities to swim the abyss eons before the rise of pony and griffinkind, Masr is among the more... reasonable. Easier to negotiate with. And may it be known... he has more to give than The Lady, the City, or even The Duke May offer.”
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“Who do you work for? Does the Lady want to eliminate her competition? Did the city become wise? Is it the Dominion looking for more weapons dealers? No matter.... all the same you are working under a society, within its laws or without, but very much limited by its vision. For more than a thousand years, ponykind has lived thinking itself the center of the universe. It holds its own ideals of harmony, reason and magic above all others. They make laws and customs emphasizing restraint, telling you you must refrain from doing things that might be advantageous to you, of course while these laws always benefit those who make the laws.
These narrow minded hypocrites haven’t the slightest conception of what is out there. What is beyond the lunar sphere... what lies within the hearts of creatures. They lack even the wisdom of their ancestors, or of the cultures of Griffoninia and Zebrica, whom they dismiss as “primitives” or atavistic. No. These alleged ‘primaries,’ understand, as I do, that neither ponykind nor its conceptions of harmony and friendship hold any significance within the larger universe; that space and time are but constructions of the mind; that the inner heart and the abyss of the outer spheres are closer, far closer than Canterlot pomy may imagine; that the material world, as you see it, comes only from the imprint of feeble senses upon the mind, which comprehends only a pittance of what is; that Will and instinct, not matter, underly reality, each individual being but the crested wave of a deeper sea of Will to Life and Power; and that there are great things, far beyond what any magician nor scientist would dare fathom.
Of those elder entities to swim the abyss eons before the rise of pony and griffinkind, Masr is among the more... reasonable. Easier to negotiate with. And may it be known... he has more to give than The Lady, the City, or even The Duke May offer.”
\r
>>124836
>>124835
Iron giggles inbetween breaths, his whole coat becoming redder by the second.
"So you are finally afraid, beaked one?" he taunts "Do you not want to see what is beyond life? Do you not want to meet the god you deal with? Because I say you would two could be fast friends."
He readies his battle stance, grinning viciously. "You only need one little 'push' in the right direction."
>>124835
Iron giggles inbetween breaths, his whole coat becoming redder by the second.
"So you are finally afraid, beaked one?" he taunts "Do you not want to see what is beyond life? Do you not want to meet the god you deal with? Because I say you would two could be fast friends."
He readies his battle stance, grinning viciously. "You only need one little 'push' in the right direction."
Boek’s horn lights blue, showing a new, transparent blue magical shield
>>124837
Boek is an elderly, white maned orange unicorn pony with a red robe and a dress vest underneath, for the record
Boek stands firm and still in defensive stance. The party has the initiative
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>>124837
Boek is an elderly, white maned orange unicorn pony with a red robe and a dress vest underneath, for the record
Boek stands firm and still in defensive stance. The party has the initiative
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>>124836
Silver grins at the unicorn, hiding behind his shield. He's aware at how much of a demon he must look to the more weak-willed cultists. Him standing there, bloodied yet holding firm, slaughtering his way through everything Boek sent to him, with his blood-red sword serving as proof.
"I believe you have me mistaken, Boek. I do this not for any society, nor religion, nor money, nor power. Right now I have but one desire, one which your god can not give."
He levels his sword at Boek.
"I want to watch you die."
Silver advances on the cult leader.
Silver grins at the unicorn, hiding behind his shield. He's aware at how much of a demon he must look to the more weak-willed cultists. Him standing there, bloodied yet holding firm, slaughtering his way through everything Boek sent to him, with his blood-red sword serving as proof.
"I believe you have me mistaken, Boek. I do this not for any society, nor religion, nor money, nor power. Right now I have but one desire, one which your god can not give."
He levels his sword at Boek.
"I want to watch you die."
Silver advances on the cult leader.
Boek’s limbs tremble at points, not the tremble of a pony in fear, but more like the legacy of some foalhood virus
Midnight tries a lil stabby stabby on Boek
[1d20+7 = 27]
S
[1d20+7 = 21]
D
[1d20+7 = 27]
S
[1d20+7 = 21]
D
[1d4 = 1]
[1d2 = 1]
[1d2 = 1]
>>124852
>>124853
Iron’s hooves move through the flimsy bubble, past his translucent shield, as do Midnight’s sword and dagger. And yet, as they make contact with his body... there is some odd quality to the touch. Something harder, or more giving, than may be expected of the flesh of an elderly pony
[1d2 = 1]
[1d2 = 1]
>>124852
>>124853
Iron’s hooves move through the flimsy bubble, past his translucent shield, as do Midnight’s sword and dagger. And yet, as they make contact with his body... there is some odd quality to the touch. Something harder, or more giving, than may be expected of the flesh of an elderly pony
He misses.... but in the pinch of action, his horn glows
Iron, roll a will save
Iron, roll a will save
[1d20+5 = 14]
A blast of blue light emanates from boek’s horn, forming waves. Iron is hit, and falls down, unconscious. Mala is hit and wobbles, but recovers, and tries to swipe him with his sword
A blast of blue light emanates from boek’s horn, forming waves. Iron is hit, and falls down, unconscious. Mala is hit and wobbles, but recovers, and tries to swipe him with his sword
>>124867
Midnight’s blades bounce against some unseen shield that glows blue when the sword and dagger glance against it. But the damage of Midnight’s sword, which went right through Boek’s chest, has already been done, and takes its toll on the pony
Midnight’s blades bounce against some unseen shield that glows blue when the sword and dagger glance against it. But the damage of Midnight’s sword, which went right through Boek’s chest, has already been done, and takes its toll on the pony
Boek has been kicked, stabbed, and sliced. He stands as long as he can, his legs trembling. But his wobbly, old legs give way, and he falls down, bleeding on the floor, his blue eyes still wide open. His mouth hangs open, and tries to mumble, before blood comes out.
Then the field of vision moves as if in dizziness, and a voice whispers into Silver and Midnight’s ears
You have sent my followers to me, to become one with me. I have gained. So I have lost my vassals who do my will. No matter, I shall find more
Then the field of vision moves as if in dizziness, and a voice whispers into Silver and Midnight’s ears
You have sent my followers to me, to become one with me. I have gained. So I have lost my vassals who do my will. No matter, I shall find more
>>124871
Silver relays a thought back to Maar.
You are welcome for sacrifices. Now, would you kindly fuck off?
The old, standing unicorn kicks the old, fallen unicorn over onto his back, checking to see if he's still alive.
Silver relays a thought back to Maar.
You are welcome for sacrifices. Now, would you kindly fuck off?
The old, standing unicorn kicks the old, fallen unicorn over onto his back, checking to see if he's still alive.
>>124874
Silver looks over to his Lunar companion.
"Midnight, go get Khoi and see to those sacrifices. They were still alive, last I saw. If we can sew them back up, then we can keep them alive until we get them to hospital."
Silver looks over to his Lunar companion.
"Midnight, go get Khoi and see to those sacrifices. They were still alive, last I saw. If we can sew them back up, then we can keep them alive until we get them to hospital."
>>124878
Eyes twitch, though it’s unclear if he has any degree of consciousness or not
>>124879
”You did well, my little pony”
Some 15 or so cultists are alive and conscious. One stands up, and Undertoe points her rifle at him.
Khoi seems burned and her rifle absolutely does, while Jubilosa has very big burns and is closing her eye
>>124875
His heart rate is high still. Drugs haven’t worn off yet
Eyes twitch, though it’s unclear if he has any degree of consciousness or not
>>124879
”You did well, my little pony”
Some 15 or so cultists are alive and conscious. One stands up, and Undertoe points her rifle at him.
Khoi seems burned and her rifle absolutely does, while Jubilosa has very big burns and is closing her eye
>>124875
His heart rate is high still. Drugs haven’t worn off yet
>>124881
Khoi has some splinters, a missing scale, and burns around her chest
Midnight’s work on the griffin is less successful
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Khoi has some splinters, a missing scale, and burns around her chest
Midnight’s work on the griffin is less successful
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>>124880
"You lost. I won."
He looks back to the cultists, calling out to them.
"Your leaders have been defeated. Maakie has been captured, Boek has been killed. Maar has abandoned you. You have two options. You can surrender, and keep your life, or you can throw it away upon my sword, like those Boek ordered to march into oblivion. Now: choose."
"You lost. I won."
He looks back to the cultists, calling out to them.
"Your leaders have been defeated. Maakie has been captured, Boek has been killed. Maar has abandoned you. You have two options. You can surrender, and keep your life, or you can throw it away upon my sword, like those Boek ordered to march into oblivion. Now: choose."
>>124883
While most do not speak, those who do provide a cacophony of answers
“Just don’t kill me”
“I want to see a lawyer”
“I had nothing to do with this. I was just visiting”
“They forced me to come to this”
“Fuck off, pony”
“Are you from the gangs or the police?”
“I have 100 bits if you let me leave”
And so they occupy the middle ground between cooperation and fighting
While most do not speak, those who do provide a cacophony of answers
“Just don’t kill me”
“I want to see a lawyer”
“I had nothing to do with this. I was just visiting”
“They forced me to come to this”
“Fuck off, pony”
“Are you from the gangs or the police?”
“I have 100 bits if you let me leave”
And so they occupy the middle ground between cooperation and fighting
>>124885
Silver draws his sword, and motions for the riflemen in the party to take aim.
"You have until count of three to comply, or I will kill all of you right here and now.
"One."
Silver draws his sword, and motions for the riflemen in the party to take aim.
"You have until count of three to comply, or I will kill all of you right here and now.
"One."
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