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>>125103"This is where they 'salvaged emotions' of those they captured. We rescued Meadows in this very room. We need to give Johann and that Skynavian mare their emotions back."
Silver looks around for a couple vials of changeling honey.
>>125101Iron can't but smile with the keyring to the mouth as he stares at the safe.
"I will beat you, metal box!" he proclaims before looking at the key then back at the safe, wondering how this works.
>>125106It's hard to say. There seems to be a key hole in the front, maybe?
This office is strangely nice and well lit for this floor
>>125104There is one tube, remaining on the table
>>125107"Hm..." Iron ponder as he inspects one random key before trying it on the hole.
>>125107Assuming Silver still has one in his bags, this is just what the doctor ordered. He collects it and leaves, looking in Mala's room to see what he's doing.
>>125109Mala has grabbed a bag, and has packed up a blanket, some medicine, some kind of personal effect, like a locket, and has closed one of the cabinet doors.
He looks back to Silver
>>125108There are six keys
>>125110Silver steps backwards slightly in embarassment.
"Oh! Uh...collecting your possessions? I am sorry. Take whatever time you need, Mala."
>>125110Iron tries the first key from the keyring.
>>125113Silver smiles at him.
"Of course you can, Mala."
>>125115He opens his mouth in joy, and rushes forward in what seems to be a hug
>>125116Silver braces himself for impact, but opens his forelegs to accept it.
>>125114Iron looks at the key, seeing the key for a bit before shrugging and trying the second one.
[1d5 = 2]>>125117The fluffy gnoll hugs him. He has a sort of dog-like odor to him. But he seems happy, very happy
>>125118This one also does not succeed
>>125120Iron squints his eyes at the safe being so stubborn before huffing and trying the third key.
>>125119D'awww. The floofy unicorn hugs Mala back.
[1d4 = 3]>>125122The gnoll is hugged, fluffy in some areas and course haired in most others. He doesn't seem to have been injured or burned in any of the battles, though he has some blood on him
>>125121This one almost seems to work.... but it doesn't
>>125124Iron grits his teeth as he almost tears through the keyhole and tries the fourth key.
"...you better work, fourth metal shape..."
>>125123Silver pets the gnoll on the top of his head, right between the ears.
"We should get back to others, if you are done collecting your possessions."
[1d3 = 1]>>125126"Alright..."
He turns his head towards the area where Silver entered the basement. That first room, where they found Khoi Lua
"Should I go see them a last time?"
>>125125Key number four does not work either
>>125127"It is your choice. I am not sure what they will say, but I am right behind you."
>>125128Grinding his teeth in frustration, Iron takes out the fourth key and looks at it intently. "...I will not forget your betrayal, stupid metal thing."
With that, he turns his head to the fifth key. "You better open it or you
will be next," he promises with venomous tone.
Thus, he tries the fifth key.
>>125129He looks over there, and starts to frown
"Nothing nice, I am sure. I probably shouldn't..."
>>125131Silver pats and rubs Mala's back.
"If that is your choice, then I will support it."
>>125130ClickIt works!Opening the safe, inside are
a number of papers that seem to be legal contracts,
A deed
Bond papers
A paper note with some numbers written on it
An envelope with some photographs in it
a vial of what looks like changeling honey,
gemstones
a small marble idol
more than one stack of Equestrian bank notes
some foreign currency
a bracelet
and a pink potion
>>125133He wags his tail, and moves as Silver pats him
"No point in saying goodbye..."
>>125134Iron's eyes shimmer in surprise at all the potential money in the safe, quickly picking the gemstones, marble idol, the Equestrian Bank Notes and the bracelet in a greedy rush of energy and placing them on the desk not so far from him.
After that, he decides to check the deed out of curiosity.
>>125134Silver pets Mala some more, and then motions for him to join.
"Alright. The others need us."
>>125135Looks like a house on the waterfront on the north shore of the bay
>>125136"Okay... but... I... can I ask you another thing?"
>>125137Iron shifts it aside to instead check on these Bond papers he's looking at.
>>125138Corporate bond papers and New Mareland national war bond papers. Payable to bearer.
>>125139"Well, there's"
He looks down, and starts to play with his paws, pressing them one against the other. He does not make eye contact with Silver
"There are the bodies of griffins in the boiler room. And in the closet upstairs. And on the floor upstairs in the central atrium. And in the hallway in the other building. And up in the hallway... There are many of them. So many of them. If I could just... drag one away and hide it from the police for thirty minutes..."
>>125140Scratching his head at the things, he sets them ontop of the deed before looking at the paper with the numbers.
>>125141"Oh..." He thinks for a moment, and looks around to see if anyone is watching.
>>125143Undertoe is outside, but not in the room
>>125142Small, ripped paper
15 32 63 07 85 19
>>125144Scratching his head even further, he turns over to the famed photographs.
>>125144Silver keeps his voice low at a whisper.
"Three conditions: they have to be dead, you can not get found out, and you promise to make this your last of this particular meal."
>>125145There is one free floating black and white photograph. A griffin, female, with a hat topped with a flower carries an umbrella.
But the envelope shows something different. A Pony shakes hooves with a different pony, both in suits. Two cars meet, showing more ponies. Another photographs shows a pink mare doing something with a stallion. Another one shows the same pink mare and the same stallion.... well, it shows them doing things together
>>125146He starts to light up, and smile
"What do you mean by 'last of this particular meal'?"
>>125147He thinks for a second, then waves it off.
"Nevermind. Just make sure they're dead, and that you do not get caught."
>>125148"Sure thing!"
Unless Silver stops him, he bounds on out of there
>>125147Iron squints at the nasty, humming softly.
"I wonder why would a safe carry these kind of paintings," he muses before placing them on the other info pieces before looking intently at the changeling honey with a pensive expression.
"...what is that?" he wonders out loud as he pokes the vial.
>>125151Blinking softly, he places it inbetween the valuables and the info, unsure of what is its use before turning towards the pink potion instead.
>>125149Silver just shakes his head, collects Undertoe, and heads back to rejoin the group.
>>125153"Well he was off in a hurry" says Undertoe
But her effort to smile fails, and she turn dower again
>>125152A bottle of glass with a kind of "crystal" structure, a heart shaped glass stopper, a pink liquid that seems less viscous than the pink jelly before, and no label but a singular "9" on the front
>>125154Placing the pink potion in the middle portion, he finally decides to skim these legal contracts.
>>125155A contract for horseshoes, another for hats. One for iron and one for leather. And several shipping manifests and contracts
>>125156Blinking softly, he plants them on the information table.
Having checked all the contents, Iron turns back to the whole loot, wondering what works best for him.
(If only I had anypony knowledgable to sort out the value of these things...) he thinks to himself
>>125154Silver smiles at her, instead.
"Thank you for all of your help, Undertoe."
>>125157Ah, the good old Knapsack problem
Or are you talking about other loot?
>>125158"Huh, if anything I should have helped more"
>>125159Pondering for a bit, he splits the obviously valuable stuff he first out of the safe, knowing *they* had good value, before looking at the information, vials, documents and bonds, unsure of their purpose save from somewhat informed guesses.
>>125159"Nonsense. You were invaluable."
I think it's time for me to hit the hay. Goodnight! >>125160Some glass, and mostly paper
>>125161Goodnight, little pony >>125162Alright, time to turn on Iron's mind on the mysterious items!
[1d20+1 = 8]<Int Check Brie assess the situation and decides he doesn't like the odds, given what he's seen. I assume that the Lwetiko (lang wetiko) has been attacked by others by this point?
>>125164No, he has not been. They have instead attacked a
different Wetiko and successfully killed it with fire, although not before it was able to bite and swipe at Onyx, hurting him
Zu Lang is bleeding from several wounds and looks pretty wounded, but he's not quite out yet.
It's Brie's turn, and he may either attack or disengage
>>125165Are there allies assembled?
>>125166Spark and Onyx are present, yes.
The Changeling drones are still afraid to stick around and attack
[1d20+6 = 20]>>125167"50 gold to whoever can set this on fire!" Brie says, drop/tossing the bomb to the ground between him and the wetiko. Rolling for accuracy. (BAB applied)
>>125168And that is done. Does brie take another action with his turn?
The dynamite pack is thrown and lands decently near Spark and Onyx
[1d20+6 = 7]>>125169Hell yeah he does! Time for murder! Brie engages the wetiko.
"At first, I was impressed, but the surprise has faded. Lets see what you're made of!"
[1d20+5 = 20]>>125171>>125170Well it's not
lit>>125172Brie lunges forward, tries to stab it, but hits it, and falls to the ground near it
It attacks
>>125171>>125170I would advise Onyx and or Spark to engage
>>125175Oh, oh! Onyx slashes at the thing with his trusty halberd
[1d20+12 = 27] >>125172>>125178Onyx stabs into the creature in what would be, were this a pony, his barrel. He slices upwards, meeting two wounds where brie had stabbed him. Somethat that resembles a blue internal organ pokes out, and there is red-purple blood - but not much, as it has a quality more akin to frozen meet. Zu Lang lets out a shriek that sounds like a pony
one the other side of a valley - a distant, echoing quality.
It collapses, evidently dead... er
>>125179"What from the bowels of Tartarus is that?" Brie exclaims. "No time like the present, I guess."
Brie moves to cut off the creature's head.
>>125180This is probably a good idea
Brie cuts down into thick, leathery flesh, but cuts it off despite the increased resistance. The head is much larger than a normal head, and the eyes are perhaps not "healed," but it's as if the substance is self-sealing from the wound
[1d20-2 = -5]>>125181Brie would like to roll an investigation check, in an attempt to understand what he's seeing
>>125182Brie can't really tell what the hell it is.
The best guess is a decapitated head of a giant stallion, laid down over permafrost for a month. Dead, but it's too cold to decay.
>>125183Alright. Has the head been cut from Drie's body? If not, Brie would like to do that as well
>>125182>>125178>>125170The wind picked up long ago, but now a very light snow starts to fall, blown around in the wind.
The Owlbear turns around, to start to leave. Drie's guard has flown away, leaving behind his carbine. The rifle is all that remains of a guard previously perched on the edge of the pit.
But then....
From out of the Pit, a head pokes up. Two black eyes on a frosted, black and purple chitin head. It's a changleing, albeit a giant one with discolored purplish chitin, and something in the creature's proportions makes it look more like a praying mantis than a Changeling drone.
"Major?"
It calls out, with an echoing voice, that sounds distant, as if it had been carried on the wind
>>125184Not yet...
>>125185"shit"
Onyx raises his halberd, stomping at the ground
>>125187>>125186The creature is currently in the pit, evidently standing on its hind legs. That doesn't preclude it from leaving
>>125188Brie picks up the bomb. "Spark, would you be so kind?"
>>125180"Well... I suppose we ought to take advantage of the situation and get out of..."
>>125185"Well then..."
>>125189He nods and lights the fuse.
[1d20+6 = 12]>>125190Rolling to lob the bomb at the new threat's feet(?)
[1d3 = 1]
The creature now calls out,
"Snow Sprinter?"
The creature calls out in a mare's oice, like a mare looking for her fillie. What sounds so weird about it is that it sounds like the voice is coming from across the forest and echoing through trees. Not 100 feet away.
>>125194
Gawd, I sure hope that wasn't the damage for a bomb that size
>>125195A cacophany of strange whispers fly on teh wind, surrounding Onyx. Strangely feminine in sound, they fly by, louder then quieter, some sounding like "get," "come" or other ponish words, some sounding foreign of a dialect Onyx has never heard.
Through all of this, Onyx stands strong
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>>125197You fools! Your sweet siren song can not attract a
>4 cha idiot such as Onyx!
>>125195>>125191>>125190The bomb falls down just short of the precipice, and after a couple seconds, explodes, with a giant
BOOM sending dirt and snow flying through the air, as well as the lone rifle. The wave is visible in the air and disrupts the path of falling snow through a wide radius.
The mantis-Wetiko is not visible, having evidently fallen back into the pit
>>125201"I'm not betting that will be the last of it." Brie says, and retrieves his daggers from Lang's body while he has the chance.
>>125202At least two found, on or near Lang
>>125202"Heh, I doubt we're that lucky"
Onyx slowly advances towards the pit
>>125204Now, changelings peer in, to look from a distance
Looking into the pit, there's the creature. It's a Changeling drone alright, but much larger, even if its legs are no wider. It's eyes are black, and its chitin distorted a purple color. But it is alive, pressing, trying to get up, a half-cut wing twitching
>>125204"Yeah, my thinking exactly." Brie readies both knives, expecting this thing to rear its ugly head.