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Occupied Equestria - Aftermath
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125000
125003 125017 126133
It looks like thinks are concluding in both the North, and in Baltimare
1881 replies and 23 files omitted.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125154
125155 125158
>>125153
"Well he was off in a hurry" says Undertoe
But her effort to smile fails, and she turn dower again

>>125152
A 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
Anonymous
SOqd+
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No.125155
125156
>>125154
Placing the pink potion in the middle portion, he finally decides to skim these legal contracts.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125156
125157
>>125155
A contract for horseshoes, another for hats. One for iron and one for leather. And several shipping manifests and contracts
Anonymous
SOqd+
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No.125157
125159
>>125156
Blinking 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
Silver "The Floof" Sword
nmXJl
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No.125158
125159
>>125154
Silver smiles at her, instead.

"Thank you for all of your help, Undertoe."
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125159
125160 125161
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>>125157
Ah, the good old Knapsack problem

Or are you talking about other loot?

>>125158
"Huh, if anything I should have helped more"
Anonymous
SOqd+
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No.125160
125162
>>125159
Pondering 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.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
nmXJl
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No.125161
125162
>>125159
"Nonsense. You were invaluable."

I think it's time for me to hit the hay. Goodnight!
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125162
125163
>>125160
Some glass, and mostly paper

>>125161
Goodnight, little pony
Anonymous
SOqd+
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No.125163
125243
>>125162
Alright, time to turn on Iron's mind on the mysterious items!
[1d20+1 = 8]
<Int Check
Anonymous
JLh2B
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No.125164
125165
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?
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125165
125166
>>125164
No, 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
Anonymous
JLh2B
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No.125166
125167
>>125165
Are there allies assembled?
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125167
125168 125170
>>125166
Spark and Onyx are present, yes.

The Changeling drones are still afraid to stick around and attack
JLh2B
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No.125168
125169
[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)
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125169
125170 125171 125172
>>125168
And that is done. Does brie take another action with his turn?

The dynamite pack is thrown and lands decently near Spark and Onyx
Shimmering Spark
8Fb4F
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No.125170
125173 125175 125185
>>125167
Hello.
>>125169
Oh...
Anonymous
SwbeM
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No.125171
125173 125175
>>125169
Yippee....
JLh2B
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No.125172
125173 125174 125179
[1d20+6 = 7]
>>125169
Hell 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!"
5eUV8
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No.125173
125174
[1d20+5 = 20]
>>125171
>>125170
Well it's not lit

>>125172
Brie lunges forward, tries to stab it, but hits it, and falls to the ground near it

It attacks
5eUV8
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No.125174
[1d4+3 = 4]
>>125172
>>125173
And it bites at him...
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125175
125176
>>125171
>>125170
I would advise Onyx and or Spark to engage
Anonymous
SwbeM
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No.125176
125177
>>125175
Oh, oh! Onyx slashes at the thing with his trusty halberd
[1d20+12 = 27]

Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125177
125178
>>125176
Hit
Anonymous
SwbeM
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No.125178
125179 125185
>>125177
Damage
[1d10+6 = 8]

[1d6 = 4]

Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125179
125180
>>125172
>>125178
Onyx 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
Anonymous
E801c
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No.125180
125181 125190
>>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.

Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125181
125182
>>125180
This 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
E801c
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No.125182
125183 125185
[1d20-2 = -5]
>>125181
Brie would like to roll an investigation check, in an attempt to understand what he's seeing
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125183
125184
>>125182
Brie 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.
Anonymous
E801c
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No.125184
125185
>>125183
Alright. Has the head been cut from Drie's body? If not, Brie would like to do that as well

Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125185
125186 125187 125190
>>125182
>>125178
>>125170
The 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

>>125184
Not yet...
Anonymous
E801c
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No.125186
125188
>>125185
Fug
Anonymous
SwbeM
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No.125187
125188 125193
>>125185
"shit"
Onyx raises his halberd, stomping at the ground
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125188
125189
>>125187
>>125186
The creature is currently in the pit, evidently standing on its hind legs. That doesn't preclude it from leaving
Anonymous
E801c
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No.125189
125190
>>125188
Brie picks up the bomb. "Spark, would you be so kind?"
Shimmering Spark
8Fb4F
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No.125190
125191 125201
>>125180
"Well... I suppose we ought to take advantage of the situation and get out of..."
>>125185
"Well then..."
>>125189
He nods and lights the fuse.
E801c
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No.125191
125201
[1d20+6 = 12]
>>125190
Rolling to lob the bomb at the new threat's feet(?)
5eUV8
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No.125192
[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.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125193
125195
>>125187
Roll Will Save
Anonymous
SwbeM
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No.125195
125197 125201
>>125193
Oh boy....
[1d20+1 = 19]

Anonymous
E801c
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No.125196
>>125194
Gawd, I sure hope that wasn't the damage for a bomb that size
5eUV8
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No.125197
125199
>>125195
A 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
\r
Anonymous
SwbeM
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No.125199
>>125197
You fools! Your sweet siren song can not attract a >4 cha idiot such as Onyx!
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125201
125202
>>125195
>>125191
>>125190
The 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
Anonymous
E801c
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No.125202
125203 125204
>>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.
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125203
>>125202
At least two found, on or near Lang
Anonymous
SwbeM
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No.125204
125205 125206
>>125202
"Heh, I doubt we're that lucky"
Onyx slowly advances towards the pit
Anonymous
5eUV8
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No.125205
125207
>>125204
Now, 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
Anonymous
E801c
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No.125206
>>125204
"Yeah, my thinking exactly." Brie readies both knives, expecting this thing to rear its ugly head.