It looks like thinks are concluding in both the North, and in Baltimare
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>>125000The GM might underestimate our ability to prolongSpark's last action was to observe the situation where he is in relation to the scene.
>>125001 →Undertoe is still holding the lever action
Khoi has a gun, but it's burned. Looks like a loss
Jubilosa has the third rifle
White Sands has SIlver's own rifle
"Well, you might still want to go to the hospital. Just... before they show up"
>>124997 →He would see Drie, the Lieutenant, getting up, looking like a giant, lanky, frozen and mummified deer corpse. He would see Brie fighting Zu Lang, who likewise looks like a giant, skinny stallion corpse with black, oily eyes. He would see concerned drones fleeing, and keeping their distance, while one continues to shoot at the alleged Owlbear monster
>>124992 →He smiles. He almost has a blush
[Read more] I don't have a link to Onyx, but... Roll Initiative
>>125004Iron nods at Sands before walking over to Jubilosa first.
"I am here to take away your metal," he proclaims, somewhat tired "...please."
[1d20+5 = 13]>>125007She squints an eyebrow, but offers the rifle
>>125006Rolling
>>125008Iron takes it. "Thank you for your cooperation," he offers with a nod as he saunters off to Undertoe next, relaying the same, somewhat pitiful demand.
>>125004Well... things certainly took a turn. Spark can't see Onyx from his position?
>>125009Her eyes are stronger, almost glaring
>>125010Spark can see everything from his position
>>125011Iron sighs, blood-stained coat on himself. "Look, if you are caught with a gun, the police may panic," he explains "so it is better for me to take it because I am practically no threat."
>>125012"The police..."
She looks at him strongly, but gives him the rifle
>>125011Well then, he heads to Onyx to aid his assault on the monsters.
>>125006>>125015Onyx wins initiative, unless Spark wants to jump in
>>125000Brie was bited for a little, unless I missed my guess
>>125013Iron takes it as well before going towards Khoi.
"Hey, Khoi," he calls out before going to a low volume talk "We are leaving now. Come with me."
[1d20 = 16]>>125016I suppose it won't hurt to jump in... unless I get targeted.
>>125017Yes. He nips the edge of Brie's legs and shoulder. It's not a great contact, and Brie is lucky to get the shorter fang, but there is some force to the bite. Brie takes 4 damage
Roll fortitude saveBrie can also attack next, as he is in single combat with the creature
>>125019Spark and Onyx are tied for first, Spark is probably first
>>125020I'm pretty sure Spark has 12 or more Dex, so yes.
>>125018"What? There are things here"
>>125022"Things?" Iron asks tiredly
[1d20+3 = 17]>>125020>>125021Well then, Spark goes for the monster Onyx was targeting and casts Scorching Ray.
>>125023"Well, things are going on, still. These creatures need help, and Jubilosa is burned..."
>>125024Hit >>125025Iron nods. "I understand," he retorts before sighing softly "I still need to go, so when you are done, meet me at The Watering Hole."
>>125026"Oh... okay"
She seems confused, and somewhat concerned, but she nods
>>125027Iron turns towards Sands before craning his head back. "I will find somepony to treat me as soon as possible, so take your time." With that, he trots back to Sands, giving her a nod of readiness.
>>125021>>125028It burns, catching fire well, almost like dry wood
Onyx's turn
>>125029She nods to him
"Now where are we going?"
>>125030"The Watering Hole," Iron responds "we will find somepony who can help in there."
>>125030Onyx rushes, aiming his halberd as he charges
[1d20+12 = 29] >>125031"Oh, okay. What does the unicorn want?"
>>125032Hit
>>125033"The unicorn?" Iron asks, confused and eyes somewhat drowsy
>>125035"Oh, just leave his rifle here," he responds.
>>125036She shrugs, and goes with Iron
>>125039>>125037"Ready for what?" Iron asks, confused
[1d20+5 = 21][1d20+7 = 12]>>125038He is hit, and damaged
But he swipes back, and bites back at the coal pony with the cloven hooves that extend from the lanky, burning body like the branches of a dead and burning tree
>>125040"I will take that as 'yes'. Come on, there is something we need to do with Maakie, and you still need to get key from his person."
[1d20+4 = 14][1d20+6 = 15]>>125020Can Brie attack with his sword with one hand, while throwing his last knife with the other?
>>125042Iron blinks softly. "I am sorry, but I think the drug is wearing off, so I must decline your request unless you want a dead pony to carry instead," he offers to Silver. "I will entrust you with my share until I can come to fetch it at that tavern you stay at, if that is alright with you."
[3d4+7 = 14]>>125043He is swiped, and nipped with buck teeth
Roll fortitude
>>125044Yes. He can.
I still need a fortitude save
[Read more] >>125045Silver silently curses under his breath, and looks to Iron.
"Very well, then..."
>>125041Silver looks at White Sands.
"If you are going with Iron, may I have my rifle back?"
>>125047"It's in the other room" she says
>>125045She whispers to Iron
"Other share?" >>125044The second hits, the first does not
>>125048Iron whispers back
"Just in case there is one from the group I worked for in the first place."before returning to normal conversation. "Alright, let us go."
>>125048Silver nods, grabs his rifle from the other room, and goes back to where they left Maakie.
[1d20+5 = 16]>>125051Brie feels fine
But he tries to bite at Brie again
>>125054Silver walks into the hallway. He walks over the dress vest Maakie was carrying. He steps over the double barreled shotgun the Zebra dropped. He steps over first the dead zebra whose brains were shotout, then the Zebra who was stabbed and probably bled out. Then he finds Maakie
>>125052They go
[Read more] >>125055>>125051I think that fails to land
Brie's turn
>>125055Silver makes sure to grab the shotgun, at trots over to Maakie.
"Boek is dead."
>>125057He is conscious, and looks over first to Undertoe, staring at her. Then Silver says his line, and he looks up to Silver. He tries to hold a grimace, though it starts to fall. He breathes heavily, in then out, and his beak opens
>>125057>>125055Iron stops as soon as he was about to go out the door, before turning back towards the hallyway to begin with and finally to Sands. "...on second thought," he starts off in a whisper only Sands could hear "I do not even trust the old pony..." With that, he does a big 180 and goes back in a wobble towards Silver's last known location. "We will have to hide the guns for the time being, so be sure to be on the lookout."
>>125058"I figured you would give your thoughts on that."
Silver searches Maakie's person for a key.
[1d20+3 = 19]>>125055Another fire spell attack.
>>125060Maakie is more or less naked without the vest, though he has a tie, which has nothing in it. His hat fell off
He takes a ragged breath, and looks back over to Undertoe
"How could you? I thought you-"
She shuts him up by kicking him. Kicking him in a vulnerable area
"Ugh!"
He turns over, and winces in pain
>>125061Hit
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[Read more] >>125049>>125063The tree-like stag goes up in flame
He falls over, screeching in a bizarre way, like an imitation of the voice of some foreign language
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>>125062Silver looks inside the hat.
"I suppose I should ask same, why you would turn to supporting these Maarists."
>>125065The hat only has a handkerchief
"Ugh"
He pulls his rear limbs together as he winces in pain. It's a few seconds, but he responds to Silver
"I was not born into wealth or power. Just the chick of a simple hatter, well beneath the wealthy of the wealthiest city on the planet. I had to work to get where I am... where I was. Hard. I did my military service with the Republican Navy. I fought in skirmishes against pirates. I distinguished myself and achieved the rank of officer without an aristocratic title. I worked in entrepôt and found I had a knack for making deals, and got to work with ship captains from Hippogriffia to Nimbusia to Olenia. You want to criticize my methods? Dealing in smuggling, trafficking? I did nothing the wealthiest merchants didn't do. They smuggle and step on those beneath them, who were not clever and lucky enough. But I made my own luck. I did nothing they did not do, at least until I came to Equestria. Your land of Harmony. That's when I started to learn from the Equestrians. You say you want to welcome in creatures from all realms, and extend friendship to them. But when they come they are poor, and like so many sheep for fleecing. So your aristocrats and industrialists exploit them. I participated in this, yes, but it is little different. I play the same game as them. I supported Maarists? What of the Princesses, who ignored ships filled with immigrants, and who let those without papers live and work in Equestria - paying back their smugglers, and making more want to come here. Did they not help the process? Did they not bring in so many more to become victims to gangs, to crowded factories, to tenements, gangs and religious groups the public finds unsavory?
I did not ask to be born into this world, which plays this game. Do not blame me for playing it well."
[Read more] >>125059She nods
He finds Silver talking to Maakie on the second level (he would basically have to walk near this, leaving). See
>>125060 >>125062 >>125065 >>125066 >>125066Silver ponders where he might have kept his key, or where Blue might have left his vest, if she didn't take it with her.
>>125068Silver walked over the vest as he came down the hall (
>>125055)
>>125069Then Silver goes over and checks it.
>>125066"I believe there are key differences between what you say and what I have seen here."
>>125070"Maybe in a few ways, but it's the same in principle. Do what you can to get ahead."
Silver checks the vest, and has some results, mostly in the inner pockets:
A closed paper note
A somewhat ornate derringer pistol
A Nova Griffonian Passport
Bullets to his Magnum - 6
New Mareland Currency - Bits: 150
Imperial Currency - Crowns: 20
Two cigars
A ring
A dry-cleaners ticket
A flip lighter, looks golden
A Kris (Maarite) Dagger
A Golden Stopwatch
And yes, a Key ring
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[Read more] >>125071"As somepony who got ahead today by
not foalnapping people, using them as slave labor, sacrificing them to resident chaos deity who lives in your attic, skinning them and turning their hides into fur coats and leather book covers, and then feeding remains to your gnolls...I beg to differ."
He takes everything he can find.
>>125059Silver notices Iron.
"Ah, good, you are back! Mind helping me drag our 'friend' down to garbage chute, or are you just here for safe key?"
>>125072"We also salvaged their emotions to be regurgitated as a love drug for Equestrians - They sorely want it. Are you condemning me for being resourceful and efficient?"
Silver takes it all, evidently
Mala ducks out
>>125073"I am condemning you for your sociopathy, lack of empathy, and your lack of moral code. No matter what arguments you might make in favor of 'getting ahead', know this: it still did not do you any good in end. We are still standing. You are not."
Silver lets Mala go, if he so chooses.
>>125072Iron simply nods, opting to walk besides him and grabbing Maakie with his mouth to help drag
>>125075>>125073Silver helps Iron drag Maakie along.
>>125074"So it is. Then I will take pride in lasting longer than many others. Competition, old role models. Your Princesses and Elements. Life is not a game anyone walks away alive from"
When he finishes, he returns to scowling at Undertoe
Mala was hiding behind Silver, not leaving
>>125076>>125075Mala:
"At the center of this hallway, the stairwell leads down to the basement, then follow the tunnel"
[Read more] >>125077Silver smiles at Mala, and follows his directions.
>>125077Iron nods tiredly, hoping Sands knows where to hide guns while he does some dirty work for Silver.
>>125078>>125079Mala walks down
"I don't think police will have come down here yet..."
Undertoe follows in the rear, kicking Maakie again before he is picked up, causing him to howl in pain
As they are carrying him down the stairs, Maakie turns his head back, trying to speak to the creatures
He speaks to Mala
"You. I know you your name is.... what was it... was it Tireja? Ah! Mala Mata, that's it!"
Mala moves forward, out of view though.
He speaks to Iron
"How much are they paying you? I can do better"
[Read more] >>125080Iron simply shakes his head. "I would have considered it if you did not struggle before, beaked one," he responds "negotiation time is over."
>>125081"heheh, never be afraid to seize an opportunity. Do you know what I am offering here? Name a price. Name it! I'll double it!"
>>125082Iron does not respond, clearly sour from his previous encounter with the griffon.
>>125083Iron can't feel the pain, but he can feel
something is off, where he has been shot
>>125078>>125083Undertoe punches him
They carry him down like a pig on a Barbeque, down the stairs, then into the tunnel, down the tunnel and cutting through the boiler room where different griffins are still tied up or lie dead on the floor, then through the hallway and into the old, very old stone room where Jubilosa and Loputu were found. On the wall, there is the garbage chute
>>125084Lightly scratching his shot area with his hoof, Iron turns to Silver, expecting him to send the other.
>>125084>>125085Silver opens the garbage chute door, and motions Iron to help him prop Maakie against it.
"I will do you one favor, Maakie: I will reunite you with many of your dear old friends."
>>125086>>125085"Wait! Three thousand. Three thousand bits!"
>>125087>>125086There's a definite odor when the door is opened - not pleasant
>>125088>>125089Scruching his snout at the stench, he simply shakes his head.
>>125087>>125088Silver gets a grin across the length of his face.
"No deal."
With Iron's help, Silver shoves the griffon into the chute.
>>125091>>125090He is propped up by Iron, Undertoe tries to place her claws to have a part in shoving him in, and is pressed and shoved face first by Silver
"Wait! No! - Ahhh!"
He falls down, head first yelling into the chute, with a smash and rustle of moving bones, followed by a second smash and rustle as the rest of his body meets the pile
He is seen no more
>>125092Silver looks down into the chute.
"I hope you and your friends can get reacquinted. You will have plenty of time to chat."
>>125093>>125092Iron simply looks down, blinking softly before turning to Silver. "I suppose now is the time for this safe you were talking about, right?"
>>125093Silver can see bones and skulls, and the griffin, face first and squirming trying to readjust himself. His white feathers and the white bones make it easier to see in the darkness, but there is no light in that putrid chute but what slips past Silver's head from the room. When he closes it, it will be pure, stuffy blackness
>>125095And with that one final sight, Silver slowly closes the chute, leaving Maakie in the pitch black nothingness.
>>125094Silver gives Iron the keys he got from Maakie's vest.
"Here you go."
>>125096Undertoe goes over, and gives her own glance. But she moves her head back, almost vomits by what she sees behind it. It closes down noisily
>>125096Iron tries to pick up the key, but can't seem to stick it to his hoof before looking at Silver somewhat sheepishly.
>>125097"Yes, sorry for not giving advance warning. There is reason why I thought of putting him down there."
>>125098Silver holds the keyring up to his mouth.
"Here, use your mouth. I can not join you, I am afraid. I need to do something first."
>>125099Iron does so, lazily letting the keyring hang on his tongue. He proceeds to trot back where he thought that safe was.
>>125099"Ugh!"
She is thoroughly disgusted and shivers
"There are
many good reasons"
>>125100Through the hallway into the stairwell, up four floors, to the top floor, and into the old office
>>125101Silver nods, and motions for her to follow him.
"Come, we need to get something for Johann, and that Skynavian mare we rescued."
He makes his way back towards where they found Zwolf, to get a couple vials of changeling honey.
>>125102To the end of the room, on what is now the right.
Mala peels off to the left, to his old room
Undertoe enters the location with the cells and the smashed cocoons
"What is this place?"
>>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..."
[Read more] >>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...
[Read more] >>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.