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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>>124888
The number clearly indicating a request for clemency increases
But two of them - both griffins - try to fly away, towards the back of the room
The number clearly indicating a request for clemency increases
But two of them - both griffins - try to fly away, towards the back of the room
>>124890
Silver motions for the rifles to be aimed at the two griffons-and only the two griffons-who are trying to escape, and fire.
"THREE!"
Silver motions for the rifles to be aimed at the two griffons-and only the two griffons-who are trying to escape, and fire.
"THREE!"
[1d20+3 = 4]
[3d20+5 = 46]
>>124889
This is a remarkably effort. Where as before she agitated burns and twister s claw, now she applies calming lotion, covers burns, and delicately bandages burned areas
>>124891
Though Khoi, Jubilosa and White Sands lack military or law enforcement training, Johann, Blue Skies and Undertoe fair better with their guns, and they, along wit White Sands, shoot at the fleeing cultists.
Bang Bang Crack Crack
There is another one, a pony being roudy, as well as a zebra, though they don’t quite flee, surrender, or fight
[Read more] [3d20+5 = 46]
>>124889
This is a remarkably effort. Where as before she agitated burns and twister s claw, now she applies calming lotion, covers burns, and delicately bandages burned areas
>>124891
Though Khoi, Jubilosa and White Sands lack military or law enforcement training, Johann, Blue Skies and Undertoe fair better with their guns, and they, along wit White Sands, shoot at the fleeing cultists.
Bang Bang Crack Crack
There is another one, a pony being roudy, as well as a zebra, though they don’t quite flee, surrender, or fight
>>124898
The one rowdy pony gets down on the ground, and they are prone with forehooves over their heads
The one rowdy pony gets down on the ground, and they are prone with forehooves over their heads
>>124899
"Good."
Silver trots back towards the group.
"Blue, I need you to go get either police or some other authority here. If you can, we could also use ambulence here. We have wounded here, some who need attention now."
To emphasize that last point, he looks to the pony and deer that the cultists were originally going to sacrifice, still alive and sliced open.
"Good."
Silver trots back towards the group.
"Blue, I need you to go get either police or some other authority here. If you can, we could also use ambulence here. We have wounded here, some who need attention now."
To emphasize that last point, he looks to the pony and deer that the cultists were originally going to sacrifice, still alive and sliced open.
>>124900
Midnight now rushes over to the sacrifices, praying to Luna that she can save them.
How many checks?
Midnight now rushes over to the sacrifices, praying to Luna that she can save them.
How many checks?
>>124901
As best as Midnight can tell, the procedure on the sacrifices is fairly simple. They are turned onto their backs, the hide over their bellies has been cut down the center and across, and a few ribs have been cut with blades. Finally a cover over internal organs has been moved aside, allowing the still moving lungs and beating heat of the creatures to show, along with the stomach and massive intestines of the pony, and the massive stomach of the deer. It looks like exposing the heart was the priority of the operation, given how the upper barrel is cut open more than the lower. There is significant bleeding, though some measure has been taken to reduce the blood loss as both creatures are still conscious. The pony stallion cries and this s through a gag. The stag bites his teeth and grimaces, but no effort was taken to gag him. Neither seem to have any kind of aesthetic. Both seem vulnerable to going into shock from blood loss
Midnight may want to try several things here
As best as Midnight can tell, the procedure on the sacrifices is fairly simple. They are turned onto their backs, the hide over their bellies has been cut down the center and across, and a few ribs have been cut with blades. Finally a cover over internal organs has been moved aside, allowing the still moving lungs and beating heat of the creatures to show, along with the stomach and massive intestines of the pony, and the massive stomach of the deer. It looks like exposing the heart was the priority of the operation, given how the upper barrel is cut open more than the lower. There is significant bleeding, though some measure has been taken to reduce the blood loss as both creatures are still conscious. The pony stallion cries and this s through a gag. The stag bites his teeth and grimaces, but no effort was taken to gag him. Neither seem to have any kind of aesthetic. Both seem vulnerable to going into shock from blood loss
Midnight may want to try several things here
>>124900
Blue Skies nods, then flies down
“I hope they don’t shoot me”
Johann comes up to Silver, and looks over at the sacrifices, then to the cultists
Blue Skies nods, then flies down
“I hope they don’t shoot me”
Johann comes up to Silver, and looks over at the sacrifices, then to the cultists
>>124907
More successful. It’s closed. Now, to try to reattach bone....
These creatures could use some morphine and plasma
More successful. It’s closed. Now, to try to reattach bone....
These creatures could use some morphine and plasma
>>124906
"I hope we can get them to safety. They do not deserve this. No one does."
He looks back to the cultists.
"As far as operation, goes, has what they have done here been more or less standard?"
"I hope we can get them to safety. They do not deserve this. No one does."
He looks back to the cultists.
"As far as operation, goes, has what they have done here been more or less standard?"
>>124911
"Thank you"
Midnight sets to work, injecting and practicing her sewing.
[1d20+12 = 24]
Pone
[1d20+12 = 15]
Deer
"Thank you"
Midnight sets to work, injecting and practicing her sewing.
[1d20+12 = 24]
Pone
[1d20+12 = 15]
Deer
>>124909
"I don't know about no one..."
Then he looks directly at Silver, and uses his claw to readjust his glasses
"It's hard to say exactly what is 'standard' Maarite practice. Who is being sacrificed by whom, and how, varies depending on local circumstance. Most sects that have sacrifices - usually not sentient - have the priest carry out the ritual, or a single individual. Maarites like to have everygriff participate. They are rather egalitarian in that way. I think you've noticed the wavy knives that they carry around. Those are Kris daggers, a ritual dagger that all Maarites are required to carry around, and that they use in the ritual. Of course because of the risk of being caught with them they really only carry them during rituals, but it's part of their identity.
The most common sacrifice is the collective sacrifice. Each cultist takes his dagger, comes forward, and stabs into the creature offered for sacrifice in succession, with the offered creature dying at the end of the ritual from blood loss, internal bleeding, or shock. There's a reason they do this, a pragmatic, psychological reason. If a priest does the killing, then a cultist may become revolted, or feel guilty, and back out, telling the authorities. Or there might be an infiltrator at the ritual. But with everygriff taking part in the killing, and the death being the direct cause of no single griffin - everygriff at once feels guilty for participating in the act, and place the blame on the other participants. In this way, they are all bound together by the sacrifice, having equally transgressed the laws of Griffin and the laws of Boreas.
You can also see that they like to keep their sacrifices alive as long as possible, even if they are injured. Now the rumor is that 'Maar likes as much suffering as possible,' but the simpler reason is that it's hard to make everyone participate in the sacrifice if the offering dies halfway through. The ones after the first half can feel absolved of the sin and crime, and may go tell authorities. The priests don't want that.
Another common practice is the initiation rite, where, to become a full member, an initiate must kill a sacrifice. This serves a similar purpose to the collective sacrifice, because any cultist who does it will know themselves to be damned and removed from society, bound eternally to Maar and his representatives. There is no going back, and the new initiate will be loyal thereafter. This method is less common, because it requires so many more sacrifices, which are hard to come by. It's also less common because its harder for most griffins to take the decisive step of killing another sentient creature. Most creatures are averse to that sort of act, at least at first. And if an initiate chooses not to do the ritual after having progressed so far, it places both the initiate and the cultists in a very awkward position. Still, becoming a priest generally requires such an initiation, and some congregations will have gradations of members, where a member must kill to advance.
Where the cultists do not have to worry about authorities, such as when they take control of a region, they become more hierarchical, with priests conducting the ritual. And where they are unable to find sentient creatures to sacrifice, they will use animals.
It's hard to say what was going on here, but it looks like some combination of the three. The two creatures standing prominently by the altars were likely initiatives. My guess is that the members were to come forward and each make a stab into the lungs, stomach, or livers of the offerings, and then the initiates would make the decisive stab into the heart. Or maybe the initiates alone would make the sacrifice, I cannot say. They too the effort to cut their victims open. That's probably not just to make it easier for inexperienced cultists and initiates see where the hearts are on unfamiliar creatures. They probably intended to remove the heart at some point, most likely by the priest.
This particular congregation of Maarites seemed to have a very steady supply of untraceable victims. That is something that is rare."
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[Read more] "I don't know about no one..."
Then he looks directly at Silver, and uses his claw to readjust his glasses
"It's hard to say exactly what is 'standard' Maarite practice. Who is being sacrificed by whom, and how, varies depending on local circumstance. Most sects that have sacrifices - usually not sentient - have the priest carry out the ritual, or a single individual. Maarites like to have everygriff participate. They are rather egalitarian in that way. I think you've noticed the wavy knives that they carry around. Those are Kris daggers, a ritual dagger that all Maarites are required to carry around, and that they use in the ritual. Of course because of the risk of being caught with them they really only carry them during rituals, but it's part of their identity.
The most common sacrifice is the collective sacrifice. Each cultist takes his dagger, comes forward, and stabs into the creature offered for sacrifice in succession, with the offered creature dying at the end of the ritual from blood loss, internal bleeding, or shock. There's a reason they do this, a pragmatic, psychological reason. If a priest does the killing, then a cultist may become revolted, or feel guilty, and back out, telling the authorities. Or there might be an infiltrator at the ritual. But with everygriff taking part in the killing, and the death being the direct cause of no single griffin - everygriff at once feels guilty for participating in the act, and place the blame on the other participants. In this way, they are all bound together by the sacrifice, having equally transgressed the laws of Griffin and the laws of Boreas.
You can also see that they like to keep their sacrifices alive as long as possible, even if they are injured. Now the rumor is that 'Maar likes as much suffering as possible,' but the simpler reason is that it's hard to make everyone participate in the sacrifice if the offering dies halfway through. The ones after the first half can feel absolved of the sin and crime, and may go tell authorities. The priests don't want that.
Another common practice is the initiation rite, where, to become a full member, an initiate must kill a sacrifice. This serves a similar purpose to the collective sacrifice, because any cultist who does it will know themselves to be damned and removed from society, bound eternally to Maar and his representatives. There is no going back, and the new initiate will be loyal thereafter. This method is less common, because it requires so many more sacrifices, which are hard to come by. It's also less common because its harder for most griffins to take the decisive step of killing another sentient creature. Most creatures are averse to that sort of act, at least at first. And if an initiate chooses not to do the ritual after having progressed so far, it places both the initiate and the cultists in a very awkward position. Still, becoming a priest generally requires such an initiation, and some congregations will have gradations of members, where a member must kill to advance.
Where the cultists do not have to worry about authorities, such as when they take control of a region, they become more hierarchical, with priests conducting the ritual. And where they are unable to find sentient creatures to sacrifice, they will use animals.
It's hard to say what was going on here, but it looks like some combination of the three. The two creatures standing prominently by the altars were likely initiatives. My guess is that the members were to come forward and each make a stab into the lungs, stomach, or livers of the offerings, and then the initiates would make the decisive stab into the heart. Or maybe the initiates alone would make the sacrifice, I cannot say. They too the effort to cut their victims open. That's probably not just to make it easier for inexperienced cultists and initiates see where the hearts are on unfamiliar creatures. They probably intended to remove the heart at some point, most likely by the priest.
This particular congregation of Maarites seemed to have a very steady supply of untraceable victims. That is something that is rare."
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>>124915
You know he the Hippocratic oath includes the words “to help, or at least, to do no harm”? Midnight isn’t doing very well at that right now
You know he the Hippocratic oath includes the words “to help, or at least, to do no harm”? Midnight isn’t doing very well at that right now
Unobtrusively and in a manner not intended to detract from whatever may be going on in other areas of the world, Brie looks at the current situation, cursing himself for thinking this would be a simple "cut someone's head off and present it to the Queen" sort of mission.
(I.e., Brie is taking a free action to quickly assess his options, probably taking flight, in lieu of Zuang (or whatever his name is) turning into,... that there that there)
(I.e., Brie is taking a free action to quickly assess his options, probably taking flight, in lieu of Zuang (or whatever his name is) turning into,... that there that there)
>>124914
Silver nods to the last part.
"Hearing stories of those we rescued, it is clear that their net is cast very wide. From here, to Sicameon, to Hippogriffia, to Karkadannistan, to Ngua Nam, and if sacrificial deer is any indication then Olenia as well."
Silver nods to the last part.
"Hearing stories of those we rescued, it is clear that their net is cast very wide. From here, to Sicameon, to Hippogriffia, to Karkadannistan, to Ngua Nam, and if sacrificial deer is any indication then Olenia as well."
>>124922
The Stag, laying their restrained but ungagged, had been remarkably silent under the circumstances. "Under the circumstances" is quite a different thing from completely silent, as he will regularly moan, or let out an "ahhh!" though he remains quieter than the bound stallion on the opposing altar. But when Midnight's scalpel slips, he lets out a definite scream of pain he cannot hold back. Jubilosa is successful in giving him some plasma through an IV, and Khoi gives him some morphine, perhaps too much morphine, which seems to put him unconscious, or at least, hopefully that, and not the blood loss is the reason why he falls unconscious.
But Midnight rectifies her error and stitches up the portions of organs damaged by her missteps. The cultists themselves had only damaged bone and hide. But now she has brought back into place a delicate covering, and with skill, has partly reattached several ribs.
It's coming along more smoothly now
>>124923
>>124919
Brie has last taken flight away from his encounter with Zu Lang, and is fortunate for all of the chaos, for there are few who recognize him as a threat. Around the forest and near the grinding mill, a 30 foot tall red eyed sharp-fanged owl bear with massive bat wings roars and stomps. Drie, the Lieutenant, has fallen into a seizure or some sort of shock, and one of his guards has moved to the ground to tend to him, leaving only one to face the owl bear. Another guard by the pit has his rifle focused on miners, for Zu Lang has given orders to beware pony opportunists or an insurgent plot, and he doesn't dare go against Zu Lang's orders. Another guard, for reasons unknown, seems to have fallen from his place on the edge of the mine down into the mine itself. The guards around Zu Lang, conflicted and confused, have taken flight to move back to a safe distance
And Zu Lang.... Zu Lang looks nothing like Zu Lang, or any Changeling for that matter. Long, lanky limbs like a walking stick, bare ribs and emaciated appearance, at least twice the size of a stallion, maybe more, and surely thrice or so the size of a drone. Pure, black eyes that absorb all light, and a white, leathery hide that looks night mummified. Red blood drips from his chest, and out his mouth, which still possess Zu Lang's tattle-tale feature, for one fang is near twice the length of the other.
tl;dr
Shit's fucked
[Read more] The Stag, laying their restrained but ungagged, had been remarkably silent under the circumstances. "Under the circumstances" is quite a different thing from completely silent, as he will regularly moan, or let out an "ahhh!" though he remains quieter than the bound stallion on the opposing altar. But when Midnight's scalpel slips, he lets out a definite scream of pain he cannot hold back. Jubilosa is successful in giving him some plasma through an IV, and Khoi gives him some morphine, perhaps too much morphine, which seems to put him unconscious, or at least, hopefully that, and not the blood loss is the reason why he falls unconscious.
But Midnight rectifies her error and stitches up the portions of organs damaged by her missteps. The cultists themselves had only damaged bone and hide. But now she has brought back into place a delicate covering, and with skill, has partly reattached several ribs.
It's coming along more smoothly now
>>124923
>>124919
Brie has last taken flight away from his encounter with Zu Lang, and is fortunate for all of the chaos, for there are few who recognize him as a threat. Around the forest and near the grinding mill, a 30 foot tall red eyed sharp-fanged owl bear with massive bat wings roars and stomps. Drie, the Lieutenant, has fallen into a seizure or some sort of shock, and one of his guards has moved to the ground to tend to him, leaving only one to face the owl bear. Another guard by the pit has his rifle focused on miners, for Zu Lang has given orders to beware pony opportunists or an insurgent plot, and he doesn't dare go against Zu Lang's orders. Another guard, for reasons unknown, seems to have fallen from his place on the edge of the mine down into the mine itself. The guards around Zu Lang, conflicted and confused, have taken flight to move back to a safe distance
And Zu Lang.... Zu Lang looks nothing like Zu Lang, or any Changeling for that matter. Long, lanky limbs like a walking stick, bare ribs and emaciated appearance, at least twice the size of a stallion, maybe more, and surely thrice or so the size of a drone. Pure, black eyes that absorb all light, and a white, leathery hide that looks night mummified. Red blood drips from his chest, and out his mouth, which still possess Zu Lang's tattle-tale feature, for one fang is near twice the length of the other.
tl;dr
Shit's fucked
I would like to point out that Brie is still in Zu Lang costume, and the 'real' Zu Lang hasn't been determined.
What I mean is, the only ponies who could know that Brie is a fake are those who know WTF is up with Lang and haven't said anything. Anyone else would (presumably, depending on their intelligence check) be either disconcerted and bewildered or would likely assume Brie is real and WTFISTHAT is "something" that needs to die.
What I mean is, the only ponies who could know that Brie is a fake are those who know WTF is up with Lang and haven't said anything. Anyone else would (presumably, depending on their intelligence check) be either disconcerted and bewildered or would likely assume Brie is real and WTFISTHAT is "something" that needs to die.
>>124925
Midnight:
She breaths a sigh of relief, finishing up her work on the pony and deer.
Onyx:
I'm assuming Onyx is still with the foals?
Midnight:
She breaths a sigh of relief, finishing up her work on the pony and deer.
Onyx:
I'm assuming Onyx is still with the foals?
>>124925
I'm going to assume Spark can't see this thing quite yet from where he detonated the explosives.
I'm going to assume Spark can't see this thing quite yet from where he detonated the explosives.
[2d20+4 = 38]
>>124925
STICK HIS EYES! TAKING INITIATIVE, DOUBLE KNIVES TO THE FACE!
(attack roll)+3(dex)+1(masterwork)+?(BAB)
>>124925
STICK HIS EYES! TAKING INITIATIVE, DOUBLE KNIVES TO THE FACE!
(attack roll)+3(dex)+1(masterwork)+?(BAB)
>>124924
He shakes his head
"I cannot say as much about how they source their victims. But I know the ones in that room with the high ceiling are Imperial subjects who must have migrated here"
Undertoe chimes in
"They bribe freighter captains to let creatures ride in their ships and get off. This Maakie, he is a smuggler, or trafficker. That's what he made his business in. Smuggling immigrants into Equestria. Some of them will pay a lot of money for it, and take a lot of risks. If they can't pay upfront, and most them can't, they will sell themselves as indentured servants. That's probably how this whole thing got started. Boek had a property ideally suited to keep indentured servants laboring away from the local crime syndicates and the police, and Maakie had a trafficking operation... then add in a crazy occultist landlord, and religious groups trying to flee persecution in Griffonia..."
Johann stares at her for that last part
>>124926
Yes. Brie can pass as Zu Lang, though imitating his voice is still difficult
Note that most of the changelings probably always believed Brie was a changeling, so they may connect things if they become suspicious
>>124927
Yes, or near the fighting. It's not far away, and he'd hear everything
Midnight could do another heal check at least
>>124928
He can if he turns around
>>124929
Well, both of those should hit
[Read more] He shakes his head
"I cannot say as much about how they source their victims. But I know the ones in that room with the high ceiling are Imperial subjects who must have migrated here"
Undertoe chimes in
"They bribe freighter captains to let creatures ride in their ships and get off. This Maakie, he is a smuggler, or trafficker. That's what he made his business in. Smuggling immigrants into Equestria. Some of them will pay a lot of money for it, and take a lot of risks. If they can't pay upfront, and most them can't, they will sell themselves as indentured servants. That's probably how this whole thing got started. Boek had a property ideally suited to keep indentured servants laboring away from the local crime syndicates and the police, and Maakie had a trafficking operation... then add in a crazy occultist landlord, and religious groups trying to flee persecution in Griffonia..."
Johann stares at her for that last part
>>124926
Yes. Brie can pass as Zu Lang, though imitating his voice is still difficult
Note that most of the changelings probably always believed Brie was a changeling, so they may connect things if they become suspicious
>>124927
Yes, or near the fighting. It's not far away, and he'd hear everything
Midnight could do another heal check at least
>>124928
He can if he turns around
>>124929
Well, both of those should hit
>>124930
Well, he would turn around to head back to the pit. He starts at the... thing with his jaw wide open. He decides to make his way towards it, hopefully not spotted.
Well, he would turn around to head back to the pit. He starts at the... thing with his jaw wide open. He decides to make his way towards it, hopefully not spotted.
>>124930
"That would make sense, as Maakie clearly is not interested in this particular part of what happened here. At least this part is over, or almost over."
"That would make sense, as Maakie clearly is not interested in this particular part of what happened here. At least this part is over, or almost over."
>>124930
Onyx:
He listens carefully, before shooing the foals into the wagon and then setting off with his halberd.
Midnight:
[1d20+10 = 17]
Deer
[1d20+10 = 19]
Pony
Onyx:
He listens carefully, before shooing the foals into the wagon and then setting off with his halberd.
Midnight:
[1d20+10 = 17]
Deer
[1d20+10 = 19]
Pony
>>124931
This isn't entirely easy because of the lack of cover. Shimmer is out in the open. But he's not the only one out in the open
>>124932
Undertoe:
"He would attend. Or at least I though he would. He would stick around the rituals. Probably hoped the magic would give him status, or something"
>>124933
The pony's ribs are reattached... partly, and he is sewn up
He's not 'fine,' but he's significantly better. The Deer's ribs are reattached, but he needs his hide to be sewn back
>>124933
Onyx sees the scene described above >>124930
>>124934
The daggers land, and their's something like a gurgling roar, getting the attention of more of the Changelings.
Zu Lang tries to swipe at Brie with a very long, thin arm, but is out of range
[Read more] This isn't entirely easy because of the lack of cover. Shimmer is out in the open. But he's not the only one out in the open
>>124932
Undertoe:
"He would attend. Or at least I though he would. He would stick around the rituals. Probably hoped the magic would give him status, or something"
>>124933
The pony's ribs are reattached... partly, and he is sewn up
He's not 'fine,' but he's significantly better. The Deer's ribs are reattached, but he needs his hide to be sewn back
>>124933
Onyx sees the scene described above >>124930
>>124934
The daggers land, and their's something like a gurgling roar, getting the attention of more of the Changelings.
Zu Lang tries to swipe at Brie with a very long, thin arm, but is out of range
>>124935
Looking down, Brie can see he's got 1-2 daggers left.
"I don't suppose one of you lads has a light?" he calls out, somewhat offhand because he's not really addressing anypony.
If allowed an action, he'll gain more elevation. And he'll ready his short sword for another go.
Looking down, Brie can see he's got 1-2 daggers left.
"I don't suppose one of you lads has a light?" he calls out, somewhat offhand because he's not really addressing anypony.
If allowed an action, he'll gain more elevation. And he'll ready his short sword for another go.
>>124935
Midnight decides it's as good a time as any to practice her sewing.
[1d20+10 = 28]
Onyx on the other hand, gets a gleam in his eye as he realizes he gets to fight again
Midnight decides it's as good a time as any to practice her sewing.
[1d20+10 = 28]
Onyx on the other hand, gets a gleam in his eye as he realizes he gets to fight again
>>124937
Midnight's lack of knowledge of cervine anatomy has hurt her - or rather, him - but she's now making up for it. He is now sewn back together. He still needs more blood, and has something worse than broken ribs, but he's much better than he was before
>>124936
>>124937
The drones do not respond to Brie, or even seem to notice him. Brie may fly higher
Drie is becoming longer, browner, and even seems to be growing horns, as the Changeling next to him moves away
Onyx arrived is in the middle of the chaos, where few drones seem to be able to keep watch over everything happening
Midnight's lack of knowledge of cervine anatomy has hurt her - or rather, him - but she's now making up for it. He is now sewn back together. He still needs more blood, and has something worse than broken ribs, but he's much better than he was before
>>124936
>>124937
The drones do not respond to Brie, or even seem to notice him. Brie may fly higher
Drie is becoming longer, browner, and even seems to be growing horns, as the Changeling next to him moves away
Onyx arrived is in the middle of the chaos, where few drones seem to be able to keep watch over everything happening
>>124938
Midnight thanks Luna that she didn't kill the deer.
Onyx looks antsy, like a foal waiting for recess. Can he enter the battle?
Midnight thanks Luna that she didn't kill the deer.
Onyx looks antsy, like a foal waiting for recess. Can he enter the battle?
>>124935
Well, being behind cover might not be an option, but he still hopes that he isn't spotted on his approach.
Well, being behind cover might not be an option, but he still hopes that he isn't spotted on his approach.
>>124946
Brie doesn't know what Spark is doing (AFAIK, he doesn't know that Spark is engaging yet) BUT, can he nip the fuse on his bomb? 60 seconds seems an unnecessarily long time given the circumstances
Brie doesn't know what Spark is doing (AFAIK, he doesn't know that Spark is engaging yet) BUT, can he nip the fuse on his bomb? 60 seconds seems an unnecessarily long time given the circumstances
>>124945
That's going to be fairly difficult, as Spark must come with 35 feet
>>124948
The fuse can simply be cut down in length, easily. Lighting it is the same challenge as it has been
>>124948
>>124945
>>124948
The ponies see a new sight
Drie becomes larger, skinnier, necrotic, and his hide leathery, and brown. His eyes too, drain their color, and become black orbs, and he grows an asymmetrical set of stag-like horns upon his head, the left side longer and more complex than the right, as his legs become long, and thin, and his hooves split in two. The holes though, don't disappear, but rather look like missing portions in the flesh of corpse
[Read more] That's going to be fairly difficult, as Spark must come with 35 feet
>>124948
The fuse can simply be cut down in length, easily. Lighting it is the same challenge as it has been
>>124948
>>124945
>>124948
The ponies see a new sight
Drie becomes larger, skinnier, necrotic, and his hide leathery, and brown. His eyes too, drain their color, and become black orbs, and he grows an asymmetrical set of stag-like horns upon his head, the left side longer and more complex than the right, as his legs become long, and thin, and his hooves split in two. The holes though, don't disappear, but rather look like missing portions in the flesh of corpse
>>124949
"So good to see that the local infrastructure is being tended to with such able-bodied attendents!" Brie calls out, his words dripping with sarcasm. "It would be such a shame if the locals found themselves under,... hoof? Claw? Eldritch appendage of unknown origin? Fuck, I can't even come up with a decent quip in these circumstances!" he says, pulling the wick to about 1/6th of its original length (mathematically speaking, that puts the timer on the bomb at about 10 seconds)
"So good to see that the local infrastructure is being tended to with such able-bodied attendents!" Brie calls out, his words dripping with sarcasm. "It would be such a shame if the locals found themselves under,... hoof? Claw? Eldritch appendage of unknown origin? Fuck, I can't even come up with a decent quip in these circumstances!" he says, pulling the wick to about 1/6th of its original length (mathematically speaking, that puts the timer on the bomb at about 10 seconds)
>>124950
Also, he dismisses the camoflage. No sense potentially getting merc'd looking like tree-line, not when you've got a snazzy suit.
Also, he dismisses the camoflage. No sense potentially getting merc'd looking like tree-line, not when you've got a snazzy suit.
[1d20+7 = 10]
[1d20+4 = 24]
>>124950
It is done
Zu Lang stands upright on his hind legs, most closely resembling the frozen corpse of a pony stallion, three times the size of a normal stallion. His legs are not much thicker than a stallions, even as they are three times the length and share that backwards bend. He runs, surprisingly adeptly, jumps, and tries to swipe at Brie
[1d20+4 = 24]
>>124950
It is done
Zu Lang stands upright on his hind legs, most closely resembling the frozen corpse of a pony stallion, three times the size of a normal stallion. His legs are not much thicker than a stallions, even as they are three times the length and share that backwards bend. He runs, surprisingly adeptly, jumps, and tries to swipe at Brie
>>124954
That was a Jump check
Zu Lang ran, and jumped up to Brie's level. He failed to bite or swipe Brie while there
That was a Jump check
Zu Lang ran, and jumped up to Brie's level. He failed to bite or swipe Brie while there
[1d20 = 19]
>>124955
WHEW!
"A spry one, aren't you?" Brie says, narrowly avoiding CHOMP. "I guess our little wager is on then?" Brie says, with his sword in one hand (readied and engaging) for attack, and the bomb in the other.
If Lang-ish falls to the ground before Brie makes his attack, then,... well Brie makes his attack. If not, Brie will go into a full-body dive, leading with the sword.
Bonuses not applied. Nothing for STR, but BAB and any weapon modifiers would apply
>>124955
WHEW!
"A spry one, aren't you?" Brie says, narrowly avoiding CHOMP. "I guess our little wager is on then?" Brie says, with his sword in one hand (readied and engaging) for attack, and the bomb in the other.
If Lang-ish falls to the ground before Brie makes his attack, then,... well Brie makes his attack. If not, Brie will go into a full-body dive, leading with the sword.
Bonuses not applied. Nothing for STR, but BAB and any weapon modifiers would apply
>>124956
Brie's reactions are sufficiently quick, most likely, to stab before Lang has completely hit the ground. But if he so chooses, he may dive.
Though the leather and mummified flesh of Zu Lang is hard, Brie has pierced it, with some help by the sword which acts as if heated in fire
Brie's reactions are sufficiently quick, most likely, to stab before Lang has completely hit the ground. But if he so chooses, he may dive.
Though the leather and mummified flesh of Zu Lang is hard, Brie has pierced it, with some help by the sword which acts as if heated in fire
>>124935
"Hmm...well, he is dealt with now. I had idea on suitable, eh...punishment, but it is not what some would call morally 'good'."
"Hmm...well, he is dealt with now. I had idea on suitable, eh...punishment, but it is not what some would call morally 'good'."
>>124959
Undertoe
"Neither is he. Just make him suffer."
Johann
"This 'Storm Feather Maakie,' is not an Imperial subject. Despite our best efforts, the rogue city of Skyfall is not under our Jurisdiction"
Undertoe
"Neither is he. Just make him suffer."
Johann
"This 'Storm Feather Maakie,' is not an Imperial subject. Despite our best efforts, the rogue city of Skyfall is not under our Jurisdiction"
>>124962
Silver motions to the unconcious earth pony that goes by the name of Iron.
"Very well. Let us get Iron up, we will need him to help carry Maakie."
Silver motions to the unconcious earth pony that goes by the name of Iron.
"Very well. Let us get Iron up, we will need him to help carry Maakie."
>>124963
Undertoe walks up to Iron, pokes him. He does respond, and she pokes him again, then rocks him.
"Wake up"
Undertoe walks up to Iron, pokes him. He does respond, and she pokes him again, then rocks him.
"Wake up"
>>124966
Iron blinks before looking around, hoof raised. "Do you need somepony beaten up?" he asks, somewhat tired yet energetic.
Iron blinks before looking around, hoof raised. "Do you need somepony beaten up?" he asks, somewhat tired yet energetic.
>>124969
>>124967
Johann:
"I will monitor the prisoners. I want to ask them a few questions..."
Khoi is by the altar, applying iodine or some sort of medical solution to the stallion sacrifice
Iron, Silver, Mala, and Undertoe go back in succession. At the back they find Jubilosa trying to bandage burns, and White Sands sitting in place with a blanket over her, shaking, with some visible burns and smoking a cigarette
White Sands speaks to Iron:
"Iron. You're alive"
As the move out, past a smoldering overturned pew and towards the ante-chamber, they see Meadows but not Loputu
"Silver? Are you going to the police? There is something you should see, when you have the time"
[Read more] >>124967
Johann:
"I will monitor the prisoners. I want to ask them a few questions..."
Khoi is by the altar, applying iodine or some sort of medical solution to the stallion sacrifice
Iron, Silver, Mala, and Undertoe go back in succession. At the back they find Jubilosa trying to bandage burns, and White Sands sitting in place with a blanket over her, shaking, with some visible burns and smoking a cigarette
White Sands speaks to Iron:
"Iron. You're alive"
As the move out, past a smoldering overturned pew and towards the ante-chamber, they see Meadows but not Loputu
"Silver? Are you going to the police? There is something you should see, when you have the time"
>>124971
Iron makes a pitstop at Sands, obviously concerned for her well being, nodding vehemently with a solemn look, almost dejected. "...I..." he tries to say, but he pouts instead. "Are... are you alright?"
Iron makes a pitstop at Sands, obviously concerned for her well being, nodding vehemently with a solemn look, almost dejected. "...I..." he tries to say, but he pouts instead. "Are... are you alright?"
>>124975
"No! I got exploded with a fireball"
She stops to inhale her cigarretta, and inhales for a while, before taking a long puff
"Still though, I guess I'm better off than those damned... what were they? 'Cultists'? No matter I suppose. Heh"
She smiles
"But my hide is burned in a few places. Fur is a bit off. I don't really want to show you"
She still has the blanket on
>>124974
"Here" she says
She points her hoof to a room that is between the wall of the sanctuary and the stairwell, on the same side as the stairwell, that would not have been easy to see when exiting the stairs except upon investigation
Pressing open an already mostly open door, there is a narrow room with some chains on the ground, a bed frame, and Loputu sitting down.
But by the wall on the ground to the left, is a pony. A Unicorn mare. Snow White, pink mane, fluffy chest and hoof tufts, greenish eyes. She looks tired. Drained, fatigued beyond measure. It takes her a moment to look up to Silver. Part of her fur is wet.
Unicorn:
"Huh?"
Loputu says something softly to her, in some language that is not ponish
[Read more] "No! I got exploded with a fireball"
She stops to inhale her cigarretta, and inhales for a while, before taking a long puff
"Still though, I guess I'm better off than those damned... what were they? 'Cultists'? No matter I suppose. Heh"
She smiles
"But my hide is burned in a few places. Fur is a bit off. I don't really want to show you"
She still has the blanket on
>>124974
"Here" she says
She points her hoof to a room that is between the wall of the sanctuary and the stairwell, on the same side as the stairwell, that would not have been easy to see when exiting the stairs except upon investigation
Pressing open an already mostly open door, there is a narrow room with some chains on the ground, a bed frame, and Loputu sitting down.
But by the wall on the ground to the left, is a pony. A Unicorn mare. Snow White, pink mane, fluffy chest and hoof tufts, greenish eyes. She looks tired. Drained, fatigued beyond measure. It takes her a moment to look up to Silver. Part of her fur is wet.
Unicorn:
"Huh?"
Loputu says something softly to her, in some language that is not ponish
>>124976
Silver trots closer to her, kneeling down to her height.
"Hello there. I am Silver Sword. We are here to rescue you. Are you alright?"
Silver trots closer to her, kneeling down to her height.
"Hello there. I am Silver Sword. We are here to rescue you. Are you alright?"
>>124977
"I am... I am tired"
She says. There is a very thick accent. She looks up at him with large eyes
"I am... I am tired"
She says. There is a very thick accent. She looks up at him with large eyes
>>124976
Iron rolls onto his back, looking at Sands with guilt. "...how bad are we talking about?" the native that has had a coat color change asks
Iron rolls onto his back, looking at Sands with guilt. "...how bad are we talking about?" the native that has had a coat color change asks
>>124979
"Oh, I'll live. But it hurts"
She leans in to him
"The police are coming, aren't they?"
>>124980
She definitely seems to be suffering from severe Changeling drain, including apathy, slow reaction time, mane and eye color loss, and general fatigue. Her fur is even wet with some goo-like substance
"Oh, I'll live. But it hurts"
She leans in to him
"The police are coming, aren't they?"
>>124980
She definitely seems to be suffering from severe Changeling drain, including apathy, slow reaction time, mane and eye color loss, and general fatigue. Her fur is even wet with some goo-like substance
>>124985
Well, fuck, I didn't realize. Silver will grab some more, then.
Silver gets up, and looks to Loputu.
"I will be right back with stuff to help her. Can you keep her company in meantime?"
Well, fuck, I didn't realize. Silver will grab some more, then.
Silver gets up, and looks to Loputu.
"I will be right back with stuff to help her. Can you keep her company in meantime?"
>>124981
"Most likely," Iron responds, with some remorse in his tone "to exert their power towards the remaining cultists."
"Most likely," Iron responds, with some remorse in his tone "to exert their power towards the remaining cultists."
>>124986
Apologies for absence, Brie was stabbing a Wendigo?! that had jumped to his ~30' height and attempted to monch on him (unsuccessfully).
Apologies for absence, Brie was stabbing a Wendigo?! that had jumped to his ~30' height and attempted to monch on him (unsuccessfully).
[1d20+5 = 24]
>>124986
Zu Lang is clearly injured, with blood seeping from him at low pressure, though it can be hard to tell. He's so corpse like.
But's not out yet, as the black, tar eyes reform. He thrusts his muzzle forward, and bites at Brie
>>124988
"Well what are we going to do when they show up? Shouldn't we get out of here?"
>>124986
Zu Lang is clearly injured, with blood seeping from him at low pressure, though it can be hard to tell. He's so corpse like.
But's not out yet, as the black, tar eyes reform. He thrusts his muzzle forward, and bites at Brie
>>124988
"Well what are we going to do when they show up? Shouldn't we get out of here?"
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