It looks like thinks are concluding in both the North, and in Baltimare
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>>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.