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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>>124836Silver 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.
>>124838>>124839Midnight is silent, but her message is obvious as she follows Silver, her wings flapping a bit as one holds a dripping dagger and the other a stained sword.
>>124839>>124840Iron needed no signal for him to walk towards Boek while panting heavily.
[1d20 = 5]
[1d20+1 = 3]
Roll Initiative
[1d3 = 1]>>124843>>124844>>124845All three ponies win initiative over Boek, who is taking this time to cast a spell, and Mala, who follows Silver
Boek’s limbs tremble at points, not the tremble of a pony in fear, but more like the legacy of some foalhood virus
>>124846Iron charges in to try and deliver a punch at him.
[1d20+12 = 23]<Charging Melee Strike [1d20+8 = 21]>>124846Silver runs Boek through.
Midnight tries a lil stabby stabby on Boek
[1d20+7 = 27]
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[1d20+7 = 21]
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[1d4 = 1][1d2 = 1][1d2 = 1]>>124852>>124853Iron’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
[1d20+6 = 10]>>124856>>124854>>124852Boek is kicked, and stabbed, trembling in place as an arrow bounces off his bubble shield.
He reaches out his hoof to touch Iron
He misses.... but in the pinch of action, his horn glows
Iron, roll a will save
[1d20+1 = 19]
And rolling...
[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
Mala’s sword bounces against an unseen shield
Silver’s turn
[1d20+8 = 22]>>124863"WRAAAAAAAAG!"
Silver's rage drives him forward to stab Boek again.
>>124865>>124864Silver sword had noticeably pierced his hide
>>124853Midnight’s turn
Roll will save
>>124867Midnight’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
>>124871Silver 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.
>>124872>>124871Midnight looks down at the fallen unicorn, wipes her blades off on his fur, and then slips them back into their sheathes
"It is done my princess"
>>124871Iron's only response to the victory is a low, labored snore.
>>124874Silver 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."
>>124872It seems he might still be alive, if only just barely
>>124874A cloud partly obscuring the light moves out of the way, leaving the full light of a clear moon shining down upon her and the seen below them. The darkness and shadows have withdrawn, if they were ever really there
>>124876"Right"
>>124877Midnight looks up at the moon, a faint smile on her lips before she trots off towards the injured
>>124878Eyes 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
>>124875His heart rate is high still. Drugs haven’t worn off yet
>>124880Checks to work on both of them
Khoi
[1d20+10 = 22]Jubilosa
[1d20+10 = 11] >>124881Khoi 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."
>>124883While 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
>>124885Silver 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."
[4d2 = 6]>>124886A couple raise their hooves and class immediately. A couple argue
“Fuck you, pony”