In Changelingia (West Equestria), Brie gains the support of a Changeling queen for his endeavors. Spark is doing his best to help an ill Wolf spiritual leader.
In Free Equestria (East Equestria), Iron is trying to intimidate a group of criminal griffin interlopers. Fantasy Play is helping to shut down an Anarchist press. Silver is helping his new household. Amber Sunset is walking through the city, and Dark Star has just finished helping the orphans.
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>>137909
The hall way goes further, towards a room with an open door, a desk and paperwork, past a closed door marked as a bathroom, past a stairway, and ending in a door with a window that view out into a large concrete-floored room with number poorly illuminated rectangles.
The hall way goes further, towards a room with an open door, a desk and paperwork, past a closed door marked as a bathroom, past a stairway, and ending in a door with a window that view out into a large concrete-floored room with number poorly illuminated rectangles.
>>137910
"Where are we...?"
Silver shines his flashlight through the window to better illuminate the room.
"Where are we...?"
Silver shines his flashlight through the window to better illuminate the room.
>>137911
Inside this room, there are indeed a number of doors, mostly appearing to be regular sized residential and commercial doors. This room is much larger, and has a brick wall with a deep shade of red. Silver can see that that room leads into others.
Inside this room, there are indeed a number of doors, mostly appearing to be regular sized residential and commercial doors. This room is much larger, and has a brick wall with a deep shade of red. Silver can see that that room leads into others.
>>137913
Pear has pulled up behind Silver, looking very uncertain about the whole ordeal.
“I... don’t know.”
Pear has pulled up behind Silver, looking very uncertain about the whole ordeal.
“I... don’t know.”
>>137914
"I have no idea where this is, if I am honest. I doubt this is part of 33 Hoebuck. Did you want to keep exploring here, or go back and try and find another route?"
"I have no idea where this is, if I am honest. I doubt this is part of 33 Hoebuck. Did you want to keep exploring here, or go back and try and find another route?"
>>137915
She looks uneasy. Her tail, previously held confidently high, is now firmly down.
“I don’t think we should be here.”
She looks uneasy. Her tail, previously held confidently high, is now firmly down.
“I don’t think we should be here.”
>>137918
Silver goes back through the hallway, through the door to the back hallway, and into the old, cramped hall through which they came, and steps over the locked down door and broken hinges back into the stairwell to the subterranean pathway
Silver goes back through the hallway, through the door to the back hallway, and into the old, cramped hall through which they came, and steps over the locked down door and broken hinges back into the stairwell to the subterranean pathway
>>137919
Having explored one of the forks in the tunnel they came across, Silver decides to explore the other.
Having explored one of the forks in the tunnel they came across, Silver decides to explore the other.
>>137920
This end of the tunnel is not very far from where Silver and Pear entered it, or at least, it is not as far as the distance the other way. Going that way, the ponies travel what is probably 200 or more feet down the old brick-lined tunnel. There is a smell of wet stone and at times, something less pleasant, as there is definitely mold growing in the tunnel, and who knows what else. Silver sees a rat scurry across. Pear jumps away, but makes no noise in relation to it. Finally, the tunnel ends in a yellow wall that matches the original construction, with a simple steel door off to the right side
This end of the tunnel is not very far from where Silver and Pear entered it, or at least, it is not as far as the distance the other way. Going that way, the ponies travel what is probably 200 or more feet down the old brick-lined tunnel. There is a smell of wet stone and at times, something less pleasant, as there is definitely mold growing in the tunnel, and who knows what else. Silver sees a rat scurry across. Pear jumps away, but makes no noise in relation to it. Finally, the tunnel ends in a yellow wall that matches the original construction, with a simple steel door off to the right side
>>137923
The door is neither locked nor pressing against the frame of the door. Opening the door, silver sees into a room that is yellow bricked, approximately medium in size, and empty besides a few coat racks. Mid way in the room part of the wall comes inward on the right side and nearly cutting the room in half, and there is what could best be described as a concrete bench along that portion of the wall, the half of the right wall nearest Silver. On the far side is still another door, though this one is partially open
The door is neither locked nor pressing against the frame of the door. Opening the door, silver sees into a room that is yellow bricked, approximately medium in size, and empty besides a few coat racks. Mid way in the room part of the wall comes inward on the right side and nearly cutting the room in half, and there is what could best be described as a concrete bench along that portion of the wall, the half of the right wall nearest Silver. On the far side is still another door, though this one is partially open
>>137925
Silver walks out into a somewhat narrow but long hallway. Looking right, there is another door further down and a dead end in yellow brick. But looking to the left, the hallway swiftly opens up into a larger hallway with a pair of steel doors and a newer tile floor.
Silver walks out into a somewhat narrow but long hallway. Looking right, there is another door further down and a dead end in yellow brick. But looking to the left, the hallway swiftly opens up into a larger hallway with a pair of steel doors and a newer tile floor.
>>137928
Walking out into this area, Silver recognizes were he is. He is under 33 Hoebuck in that portion between the forks and the administrative center, by the boiler room and that back-hallway that leads out to holding cells were Silver and friends found so much a few nights before.
Walking out into this area, Silver recognizes were he is. He is under 33 Hoebuck in that portion between the forks and the administrative center, by the boiler room and that back-hallway that leads out to holding cells were Silver and friends found so much a few nights before.
>>137930
She looks up and around, trying to take in her surroundings.
“So where should you take me first?” She asks
She looks up and around, trying to take in her surroundings.
“So where should you take me first?” She asks
>>137932
The little pony quickly comes up to Silver’s side, her upright posture displayed renewed enthusiasm
The little pony quickly comes up to Silver’s side, her upright posture displayed renewed enthusiasm
>>137934
Perhaps Silver is weary of running into guards or police as he makes his way up. All the same, it's just slightly down the hallway to a flight of stairs, then up to the dorms. Maybe he goes to the second floor to avoid walking by the glass doors on the first floor; in any event, he traverses the second floor of the administrative building to go to that one, horrid backroom where days before he found the printing press. One light at the far end of the second floor hall is on. All other light must be supplied by the flashlight, or if he intends subtlety, to walk in darkness. Pear follows Silver into the room. While the printing press itself is still present, the table is clear, the vat is empty, and there is indeed only one cardboard box in the corner of the room.
Perhaps Silver is weary of running into guards or police as he makes his way up. All the same, it's just slightly down the hallway to a flight of stairs, then up to the dorms. Maybe he goes to the second floor to avoid walking by the glass doors on the first floor; in any event, he traverses the second floor of the administrative building to go to that one, horrid backroom where days before he found the printing press. One light at the far end of the second floor hall is on. All other light must be supplied by the flashlight, or if he intends subtlety, to walk in darkness. Pear follows Silver into the room. While the printing press itself is still present, the table is clear, the vat is empty, and there is indeed only one cardboard box in the corner of the room.
>>137936
Silver is not disappointed: Inside the box are several very large, leather bound books with no title, description, nor other text. But he knows what it is.
Silver is not disappointed: Inside the box are several very large, leather bound books with no title, description, nor other text. But he knows what it is.
>>137938
She walks over and peaks in. Then, she pulls out a book with her hoof and looks at it, then sits down and uses both forelegs to examine it.
"Rather ugly leather" she remarks, then opens it, and her eyes go wide and for a moment she stops breathing, as she stares at the pages before her.
She walks over and peaks in. Then, she pulls out a book with her hoof and looks at it, then sits down and uses both forelegs to examine it.
"Rather ugly leather" she remarks, then opens it, and her eyes go wide and for a moment she stops breathing, as she stares at the pages before her.
>>137941
Silver raises an eyebrow, picks up one of the tomes in his magic reluctantly, and looks in it.
Silver raises an eyebrow, picks up one of the tomes in his magic reluctantly, and looks in it.
>>137942
Most of the text is in Herzlander, and what Silver can make out regardless implies secrets about the extra lunar spheres, or perhaps it is dimensions besides the three dimensions of space and the one of time occupied by matter. It is easy for Silver to understand Pear's evident feeling of having come in contact with forbidden knowledge.
Most of the text is in Herzlander, and what Silver can make out regardless implies secrets about the extra lunar spheres, or perhaps it is dimensions besides the three dimensions of space and the one of time occupied by matter. It is easy for Silver to understand Pear's evident feeling of having come in contact with forbidden knowledge.
>>137943
"I can see why you would be so taken by this, even if I do not understand it. Spheres, dimensions...I am not familiar, I must admit."
"I can see why you would be so taken by this, even if I do not understand it. Spheres, dimensions...I am not familiar, I must admit."
>>137944
"Neither am I..." She says almost vacantly as she looks at the pages, then flips one. Silver may think he hears distant conversation.
Then Pear adds,
"So few of these survive."
"Neither am I..." She says almost vacantly as she looks at the pages, then flips one. Silver may think he hears distant conversation.
Then Pear adds,
"So few of these survive."
>>137945
"Then it is good we got you one while we could. I suppose I will take one too, in case I ever manage to wrap my own head around it."
Silver's ears perk up and angle around at the detection of distant conversation.
"I hear voices. It will be little awkward running into them if we can not come up with plausible story for us being here. We can either leave now, or I can bring you to their ritual chamber. It is your choice."
"Then it is good we got you one while we could. I suppose I will take one too, in case I ever manage to wrap my own head around it."
Silver's ears perk up and angle around at the detection of distant conversation.
"I hear voices. It will be little awkward running into them if we can not come up with plausible story for us being here. We can either leave now, or I can bring you to their ritual chamber. It is your choice."
>>137946
"Heh" She makes a strained smile. "I'm not sure that's advisable."
"You hear voices? I think I hear something too. But I want to see the ritual chamber. I want to see whatever physical artifacts they left behind."
"Heh" She makes a strained smile. "I'm not sure that's advisable."
"You hear voices? I think I hear something too. But I want to see the ritual chamber. I want to see whatever physical artifacts they left behind."
>>137947
Silver nods, decides to put the book he had grabbed back in the cardboard box, and carefully leads Pear up to the ritual chamber.
Silver nods, decides to put the book he had grabbed back in the cardboard box, and carefully leads Pear up to the ritual chamber.
>>137948
Silver goes into the hallway, and for a moment it seems as if the distant conversation continues. But soon enough he is to a stairwell, taking him upstairs to the entrance foyer of the Chapel. Entering into the room with the high ceiling, Silver can see that the floor is cleaned, and most pews - some charred, broken, or even chopped - have been moved to the side, or perhaps even removed. But simple cleaning could not, and did not, remove all of blackened spots from the rear of the room, nor the dark, blackish spots near the center. Silver can see the two stone altars there are on the raised platform, not unlike as they were before.
Silver goes into the hallway, and for a moment it seems as if the distant conversation continues. But soon enough he is to a stairwell, taking him upstairs to the entrance foyer of the Chapel. Entering into the room with the high ceiling, Silver can see that the floor is cleaned, and most pews - some charred, broken, or even chopped - have been moved to the side, or perhaps even removed. But simple cleaning could not, and did not, remove all of blackened spots from the rear of the room, nor the dark, blackish spots near the center. Silver can see the two stone altars there are on the raised platform, not unlike as they were before.
>>137951
She walks forward. Slowly. Trying to look at everything, and take it in.
“Do you... want to tell me again, what that magic was?”
She walks forward. Slowly. Trying to look at everything, and take it in.
“Do you... want to tell me again, what that magic was?”
>>137952
"Primarily necromantic, which was used to bring back multiple dead cultists, but Boek also used mind-control magic to make living but unwilling cultists attack us, and he launched explosive fireballs at our group."
"Primarily necromantic, which was used to bring back multiple dead cultists, but Boek also used mind-control magic to make living but unwilling cultists attack us, and he launched explosive fireballs at our group."
>>137953
“Well... You haven’t disappointed me yet.”
She slowly walks up towards the altars, standing above one, holding out a hoof over it, and looking back to Silver
“Well... You haven’t disappointed me yet.”
She slowly walks up towards the altars, standing above one, holding out a hoof over it, and looking back to Silver
>>137955
She stares down at them
“I figured as much. I’ve seen similar things in the South-East, in my studies”
She stares down at them
“I figured as much. I’ve seen similar things in the South-East, in my studies”
>>137956
Silver trots over to where she's standing.
"I must admit, I did not know there was standard for sacrifical altars."
Silver trots over to where she's standing.
"I must admit, I did not know there was standard for sacrifical altars."
>>137957
“Well, there are only so many ways to conduct a sacrifice. You can kill them as they are kneeling, or sitting, or prostrate, but you don’t need an altar for that, and the action isn’t necessarily raised above for observers to see. Hanging hasn’t been popular, nor has crucifixion, for the purpose of sacrifice anyways. Burning is at least kind of popular, including with Maarists. Especially with Maarists... but if you want to sacrifice a subject before a crowd, laying them down on a raised altar is one of the best ways to do it.”
“Well, there are only so many ways to conduct a sacrifice. You can kill them as they are kneeling, or sitting, or prostrate, but you don’t need an altar for that, and the action isn’t necessarily raised above for observers to see. Hanging hasn’t been popular, nor has crucifixion, for the purpose of sacrifice anyways. Burning is at least kind of popular, including with Maarists. Especially with Maarists... but if you want to sacrifice a subject before a crowd, laying them down on a raised altar is one of the best ways to do it.”
>>137960
Silver looks up through the windows in ritual chamber.
"When Boek invoked Maar's power, it changed moonlight coming through windows. Does Maar have influence over moon, in Griffon beliefs?"
Silver looks up through the windows in ritual chamber.
"When Boek invoked Maar's power, it changed moonlight coming through windows. Does Maar have influence over moon, in Griffon beliefs?"
>>137961
“Not the moon per se... what lurks within the moon, or what hides in the craters, or on the far side, or in the dark voids surrounding... maybe. The moon light is a sort of fueling energy, it is thought.”
“Not the moon per se... what lurks within the moon, or what hides in the craters, or on the far side, or in the dark voids surrounding... maybe. The moon light is a sort of fueling energy, it is thought.”
>>137965
“So uh...” she looks up
“You see up there. The windows are directly above. You can’t see it right now because the time isn’t right, but this chapel is designed for the moon light to shine down directly at midnight on a full moon. Or the sun at noon, with the sunlight striking a slightly different part of the floor at different times of the year. That is why it was designed like this, when it was a Celestialist chapel.”
“So uh...” she looks up
“You see up there. The windows are directly above. You can’t see it right now because the time isn’t right, but this chapel is designed for the moon light to shine down directly at midnight on a full moon. Or the sun at noon, with the sunlight striking a slightly different part of the floor at different times of the year. That is why it was designed like this, when it was a Celestialist chapel.”
>>137966
Silver looks up with her.
"Many Orthodox temples in Severyana were designed same way. It is magical to behold."
Silver looks up with her.
"Many Orthodox temples in Severyana were designed same way. It is magical to behold."
>>137989
The stallion walks with Amber, being perfectly quiet as he goes. He’s fairly large - not exceedingly so, but still fully displaying the larger general size of the male sex - and he has a particularly sharp set of and prominent set of teeth. He stands still when he arrives at the scene, surveying the buildings
“Did you see where he went?” He asks
The stallion walks with Amber, being perfectly quiet as he goes. He’s fairly large - not exceedingly so, but still fully displaying the larger general size of the male sex - and he has a particularly sharp set of and prominent set of teeth. He stands still when he arrives at the scene, surveying the buildings
“Did you see where he went?” He asks
>>137991
Amber shakes her head. "No, and neither did Guy–the griffon who works with me at the shop. The vandal was out of eyeshot by the time we got here."
Amber shakes her head. "No, and neither did Guy–the griffon who works with me at the shop. The vandal was out of eyeshot by the time we got here."
>>137992
“Just where, precisely, did he disappear?”
He says, still eyes locked on the buildings, and with a completely emotionless voice.
“Just where, precisely, did he disappear?”
He says, still eyes locked on the buildings, and with a completely emotionless voice.
>>137993
"Guy said he must've gone in one of these buildings or else, if he was fast enough, he would have gone straight through and turned into those alleys back there."
"Guy said he must've gone in one of these buildings or else, if he was fast enough, he would have gone straight through and turned into those alleys back there."
>>137994
He nods. Then he turns his head towards Amber, and asks “what is the relation of your place of work with the unions?”
He nods. Then he turns his head towards Amber, and asks “what is the relation of your place of work with the unions?”
>>137995
The young mare blinks in surprise. "Um, I arrived in the city just yesterday. Nopony told me anything about unions."
The young mare blinks in surprise. "Um, I arrived in the city just yesterday. Nopony told me anything about unions."
>>137998
"Mhmmm"
He picks up his notepad again, and writes something. Then he looks back up at Amber, and says
"Thank you ma'am," gives a curt nod, and starts to walk off
"Mhmmm"
He picks up his notepad again, and writes something. Then he looks back up at Amber, and says
"Thank you ma'am," gives a curt nod, and starts to walk off
>>138001
She smiles shyly. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Smoke, I'm Amber. Do you need any more help with anything?"
She smiles shyly. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Smoke, I'm Amber. Do you need any more help with anything?"
>>138002
He moves a part of his lip on the right side of his mouth up. His lips are black and a bit thick.
"Is there any pertinent information related to the event, your employer, or the establishment that I should know about?"
He moves a part of his lip on the right side of his mouth up. His lips are black and a bit thick.
"Is there any pertinent information related to the event, your employer, or the establishment that I should know about?"
>>138003
"Well, Miss Sewn has convinced me it's an 'anarchist' who did it. Maybe because her shop is so fancy and they hate anything fancy, or because sometimes the fascists buy from her.
Gangs and other mean ponies haven't given her trouble for a long time, so I don't see how it could be anypony else. All that scruffy stallion did was break the window with a pipe of sorts; he took nary a scarf."
"Well, Miss Sewn has convinced me it's an 'anarchist' who did it. Maybe because her shop is so fancy and they hate anything fancy, or because sometimes the fascists buy from her.
Gangs and other mean ponies haven't given her trouble for a long time, so I don't see how it could be anypony else. All that scruffy stallion did was break the window with a pipe of sorts; he took nary a scarf."
>>138005
"Some sort of metal rod or pick. I'm sorry for not remembering all the details, it happened so unexpectedly…"
"Some sort of metal rod or pick. I'm sorry for not remembering all the details, it happened so unexpectedly…"
>>138007
"Uh-huh, you're welcome." Uncertainly, Amber turns and trots away back to the store, turning her head back once before continuing on her way.
"Uh-huh, you're welcome." Uncertainly, Amber turns and trots away back to the store, turning her head back once before continuing on her way.
>>138010
High Sewn, perhaps unsurprisingly, is on the phone. Guy is moving items located in the display case to further away in the store
High Sewn, perhaps unsurprisingly, is on the phone. Guy is moving items located in the display case to further away in the store
She follows the griffon's lead and carefully picks up one of the display case items to move it. What a sad state of affairs where you have worry about things being stolen in broad daylight… she thinks to herself.
>>138012
Nothing is stolen quite yet under Amber's watchful gaze, as they vacate the display case. High Sewn walks up to the two:
"Okay. I found a replacement. It will be here shortly. It'll be expensive, but we can have it shortly."
Nothing is stolen quite yet under Amber's watchful gaze, as they vacate the display case. High Sewn walks up to the two:
"Okay. I found a replacement. It will be here shortly. It'll be expensive, but we can have it shortly."
>>138016
Poor little pony probably should have eaten something at lunch break. Though time passes, ponies arrive in a cart with what seems to be the pane of glass, and High Sewn goes to greet them and Guy helps to install the glass
Poor little pony probably should have eaten something at lunch break. Though time passes, ponies arrive in a cart with what seems to be the pane of glass, and High Sewn goes to greet them and Guy helps to install the glass
>>138018
A grey earth stallion with a surprisingly long, charcoal mane turns to Amber and answers
"No, I think I've got it."
A grey earth stallion with a surprisingly long, charcoal mane turns to Amber and answers
"No, I think I've got it."
>>138020
Guy has by now long removed the remains of the old window, leaving an empty spot for the new pane to fit. Thus, he directs the two earth stallions as they place the pane in, and some time is spent securing the window, and sealing it with water proofing.
It is not long before dusk, and at the very end of this process that a certain creature approaches the store, and enters inside. The creature is of a variety that Amber has likely seen since her arrival in the city, but not at so close a distance - for this is a creature whose general shape and outline purports to be that of a pony, but whose wings are long thin, visible bones connected by thin, naked webs of skin, whose pupils are cat-like slits, and whose teeth includes two oddly long and sharp canines. This one has a lilac coat over her thin, almost greyhound-like body, and a dark blue mane that is cut almost too short for a creature whose eye lashes, lack of muscle, small size and curved muzzle allege the female sex. She wears a black shirt that seems to be some kind of uniform. Whatever Amber may say, the creature ignores Amber and walks past her, then past Guy, who himself wants nothing to do with her, and back towards High Sewn. High Sewn says some words to her, but waves her away, saying something like "no... she saw it," and evidently passes the mare on to Amber. Amber is approached by the creature, who says
"Were you witness to an attack on this store earlier?"
Guy has by now long removed the remains of the old window, leaving an empty spot for the new pane to fit. Thus, he directs the two earth stallions as they place the pane in, and some time is spent securing the window, and sealing it with water proofing.
It is not long before dusk, and at the very end of this process that a certain creature approaches the store, and enters inside. The creature is of a variety that Amber has likely seen since her arrival in the city, but not at so close a distance - for this is a creature whose general shape and outline purports to be that of a pony, but whose wings are long thin, visible bones connected by thin, naked webs of skin, whose pupils are cat-like slits, and whose teeth includes two oddly long and sharp canines. This one has a lilac coat over her thin, almost greyhound-like body, and a dark blue mane that is cut almost too short for a creature whose eye lashes, lack of muscle, small size and curved muzzle allege the female sex. She wears a black shirt that seems to be some kind of uniform. Whatever Amber may say, the creature ignores Amber and walks past her, then past Guy, who himself wants nothing to do with her, and back towards High Sewn. High Sewn says some words to her, but waves her away, saying something like "no... she saw it," and evidently passes the mare on to Amber. Amber is approached by the creature, who says
"Were you witness to an attack on this store earlier?"
>>138022
Amber feels the hairs of her coat stand on end beneath her dress as she watches the walking oxymoron enter the store. A deep-seated unease that had left since the chase now comes rushing back and roils within her empty belly. Every facet of this intruder is disconcerting to the country filly and she takes a step back when approached, trembling visibly.
"Y-y-yes, I was," she stammers.
Amber feels the hairs of her coat stand on end beneath her dress as she watches the walking oxymoron enter the store. A deep-seated unease that had left since the chase now comes rushing back and roils within her empty belly. Every facet of this intruder is disconcerting to the country filly and she takes a step back when approached, trembling visibly.
"Y-y-yes, I was," she stammers.
>>138023
Her lips, much thinner than that of the previous stallion, are pressed low over her jaw, but they do not stop the tips of her canines - they may as well be fangs - from protruding from her mouth. Her uniform has a collar and buttons, as well as several pockets. Sewn onto it is a rectangle with yellow and black checkers and the outline of a mare on one side, and triangle of red and white stripes, and a pair of horse shoes opposed to each other on the other on the left side of the rectangle. the uniform fits on her loosely, almost like it was made for a stallion to wear. But there is no doubting that, whereas the last stallion came wearing an overly baggy duster and large hat that hid almost all of his body from the tips of his ears to his back, this mare hides nothing, with her overly thin belly, overly fluffy ear tips, and especially her featherless wings of bone and skin plainly visible to all.
She looks Amber directly in the eyes with her own vertical slit pupils and Icy blue eyes, and she speaks with an accent that is probably from further north, yet decidedly still Equestrian:
"Does the owner, yourself, or any of the employees have any connection with any radical ideology, anarchist or otherwise?"
Her lips, much thinner than that of the previous stallion, are pressed low over her jaw, but they do not stop the tips of her canines - they may as well be fangs - from protruding from her mouth. Her uniform has a collar and buttons, as well as several pockets. Sewn onto it is a rectangle with yellow and black checkers and the outline of a mare on one side, and triangle of red and white stripes, and a pair of horse shoes opposed to each other on the other on the left side of the rectangle. the uniform fits on her loosely, almost like it was made for a stallion to wear. But there is no doubting that, whereas the last stallion came wearing an overly baggy duster and large hat that hid almost all of his body from the tips of his ears to his back, this mare hides nothing, with her overly thin belly, overly fluffy ear tips, and especially her featherless wings of bone and skin plainly visible to all.
She looks Amber directly in the eyes with her own vertical slit pupils and Icy blue eyes, and she speaks with an accent that is probably from further north, yet decidedly still Equestrian:
"Does the owner, yourself, or any of the employees have any connection with any radical ideology, anarchist or otherwise?"
>>138024
To Amber everything about this newcomer suggests coldness, not least the chill running down her back. Through the open front of her skirt it's clear her tail hangs low, practically between her legs. However, although the earth pony pulls her head back she doesn't avert her gaze.
"N-no…I certainly don't. M-Miss…Miss Sewn doesn't, I'm pretty sure, and I think Guy doesn't, though I don't know him very well…"
To Amber everything about this newcomer suggests coldness, not least the chill running down her back. Through the open front of her skirt it's clear her tail hangs low, practically between her legs. However, although the earth pony pulls her head back she doesn't avert her gaze.
"N-no…I certainly don't. M-Miss…Miss Sewn doesn't, I'm pretty sure, and I think Guy doesn't, though I don't know him very well…"
>>138025
"Guy? Who is Guy?" She asks. She seems not many years older than Amber, still very young, a decade or more below the age of the Stallion, but perhaps similar in age to the police mare from earlier, or even younger.
"Guy? Who is Guy?" She asks. She seems not many years older than Amber, still very young, a decade or more below the age of the Stallion, but perhaps similar in age to the police mare from earlier, or even younger.
>>138026
"He's…he's the griffon who works the afternoon shift, right over there. That's all I know about him, really." Amber steals a nervous glance at those odd wings. Even with such a high-pitched voice she reminds me of spiders, urgh.
"He's…he's the griffon who works the afternoon shift, right over there. That's all I know about him, really." Amber steals a nervous glance at those odd wings. Even with such a high-pitched voice she reminds me of spiders, urgh.
>>138027
Dragon or bat like, they are a darker purple than her body, and seem almost covered in velvet.
"A griffin... I should have figured. Does your store contract with the Provisional Government, the Army, or the local government?"
Dragon or bat like, they are a darker purple than her body, and seem almost covered in velvet.
"A griffin... I should have figured. Does your store contract with the Provisional Government, the Army, or the local government?"
>>138029
"Do any ponies from the Provisional Government or the Army come around here? Or the local government, for that matter?"
I do too..
"Do any ponies from the Provisional Government or the Army come around here? Or the local government, for that matter?"
I do too..
Amber seems noticeably calmer, though still clearly on edge.
"I haven't seen any, but this is my first day here…Miss Sewn did say some ponies from the government shop here sometimes…"
"I haven't seen any, but this is my first day here…Miss Sewn did say some ponies from the government shop here sometimes…"
>>138031
The mare moves her slightly canine-like head forward
"When the attacker chose this place, do you know if he looked around, chose this spot at random, or went directly for this shop, not stopping at any others?"
The mare moves her slightly canine-like head forward
"When the attacker chose this place, do you know if he looked around, chose this spot at random, or went directly for this shop, not stopping at any others?"
>>138032
"Well, he was poking his head around outside here when I first saw him, but then he wandered and looked around for a bit before he attacked."
"Well, he was poking his head around outside here when I first saw him, but then he wandered and looked around for a bit before he attacked."
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Is anypony gonna be available to play over the Thanksgiving Holiday?
>>137972
>>138053
Silver stares into the doorwell that is the entrance to the chapel. The area beyond is illuminated slightly by a light at the end of the hall, and the angle by which Silver views this area does not allow for the best of all views. But Silver can hear something, like the sound of a door being openned. There is no clopping of hooves, especially not iron-shoed hooves, but there is nevertheless, a tapping against tile floor, a tapping too heavy to be the product of rats, and too persistent to be the result of a mop or other object, disturbed by Silver's arrival, finally turning over and knocking against the floor. Silver can see a movement on the walls, with yellow tinged illuminated faded white wash turning a dim white as the walls are cast in shadow. It takes Pear a moment more than Silver to notice that something is off, but when she does, she becomes silent, and looks back to the entrance.
>>138053
Silver stares into the doorwell that is the entrance to the chapel. The area beyond is illuminated slightly by a light at the end of the hall, and the angle by which Silver views this area does not allow for the best of all views. But Silver can hear something, like the sound of a door being openned. There is no clopping of hooves, especially not iron-shoed hooves, but there is nevertheless, a tapping against tile floor, a tapping too heavy to be the product of rats, and too persistent to be the result of a mop or other object, disturbed by Silver's arrival, finally turning over and knocking against the floor. Silver can see a movement on the walls, with yellow tinged illuminated faded white wash turning a dim white as the walls are cast in shadow. It takes Pear a moment more than Silver to notice that something is off, but when she does, she becomes silent, and looks back to the entrance.
>>138062
Silver makes a split second decision, and whispers to Pear.
"Act natural and follow my lead."
He bends down, and makes it look like he's investigating the altars.
Silver makes a split second decision, and whispers to Pear.
"Act natural and follow my lead."
He bends down, and makes it look like he's investigating the altars.
>>138064
Silver turns around to look at the altars, as does Pear. Accordingly, Silver does not see the newcomer to the room, though he hears the light tapping as it becomes louder, then definitely comes onto the Chapel floor shortly past the entrance, and then stops. Then someone calls to Silver
"Vhat are you doing here?!"
This sentence is enunciated in a rather peculiar way, with almost every word having emphasis, "are" being drawn out, and "here" pronounced almost like "he-are." The voice is definitely male, but a little higher pitched.
Silver turns around to look at the altars, as does Pear. Accordingly, Silver does not see the newcomer to the room, though he hears the light tapping as it becomes louder, then definitely comes onto the Chapel floor shortly past the entrance, and then stops. Then someone calls to Silver
"Vhat are you doing here?!"
This sentence is enunciated in a rather peculiar way, with almost every word having emphasis, "are" being drawn out, and "here" pronounced almost like "he-are." The voice is definitely male, but a little higher pitched.
>>138065
Silver turns around to face the newcomer, looking somewhat irritated at having been interrupted.
"Excuse me?"
Silver turns around to face the newcomer, looking somewhat irritated at having been interrupted.
"Excuse me?"
>>138070
Silver sees behind him not one, but two griffins. In the fore is a male griffin with grey feathers nearly the color of Silver's fur, a rather square head and sharp hook on a bright orange beak. He wears no uniform nor badge nor identification of any kind, or indeed any clothing at all besides a belt. His right wing is strangely bent upwards, so as to cover a portion of his back. He does not look deterred at all by Silver's evident offense
"What are you doing here?" he repeats, though more sharply, quickly, and slightly less oddly.
Behind the male griffin is another, a female griffin, with orange rust colored feathers and coat, and she seems to wear a leather pack, albeit on her right side, which is not facing Silver. She stays decidedly further back and is silent, letting the grey male take the lead. She too, has no clothing.
Silver sees behind him not one, but two griffins. In the fore is a male griffin with grey feathers nearly the color of Silver's fur, a rather square head and sharp hook on a bright orange beak. He wears no uniform nor badge nor identification of any kind, or indeed any clothing at all besides a belt. His right wing is strangely bent upwards, so as to cover a portion of his back. He does not look deterred at all by Silver's evident offense
"What are you doing here?" he repeats, though more sharply, quickly, and slightly less oddly.
Behind the male griffin is another, a female griffin, with orange rust colored feathers and coat, and she seems to wear a leather pack, albeit on her right side, which is not facing Silver. She stays decidedly further back and is silent, letting the grey male take the lead. She too, has no clothing.
>>138072
The unicorn keeps a stern expression on his face as he stares at the intruding griffons.
"We are here to investigate occult activities. Do not interfere."
The unicorn keeps a stern expression on his face as he stares at the intruding griffons.
"We are here to investigate occult activities. Do not interfere."
>>138073
"With what aye-gency?!"
Again, his voice has that strange timbre, with every syllable having emphasis, and the pitch somewhat high. He does not back up.
"With what aye-gency?!"
Again, his voice has that strange timbre, with every syllable having emphasis, and the pitch somewhat high. He does not back up.
>>138074
"We are with Black Hooves. That is all you are entitled to know."
He stands up tall, and maintains his stern expression.
"Now, explain to me why I am dealing with two unidentified griffons, immediately."
"We are with Black Hooves. That is all you are entitled to know."
He stands up tall, and maintains his stern expression.
"Now, explain to me why I am dealing with two unidentified griffons, immediately."
>>138075
His eyes are wide, and his mouth opens slightly. His head lowers by the slightest margin, and there is a pause before his answer.
"I am from the owner."
He answers
His eyes are wide, and his mouth opens slightly. His head lowers by the slightest margin, and there is a pause before his answer.
"I am from the owner."
He answers
>>138078
"Owner of this property? That would be one Sweet Boek. Unicorn. Deceased. Died on this very spot three nights ago."
"Owner of this property? That would be one Sweet Boek. Unicorn. Deceased. Died on this very spot three nights ago."
>>138079
He pauses again, breathing out, then in, then back out, before answering
"I know, you robbers!"
He takes one step forward, though he is actually fairly far distant.
He pauses again, breathing out, then in, then back out, before answering
"I know, you robbers!"
He takes one step forward, though he is actually fairly far distant.
>>138080
The hilt on his sword is encompassed by a blue sheath of magic matching his lit horn. He takes a wider, aggressive stance.
"Cease."
The hilt on his sword is encompassed by a blue sheath of magic matching his lit horn. He takes a wider, aggressive stance.
"Cease."
>>138083
The griffin, still breathing heavily, turns his right wing over to reveal a cane-cutter's machette, which he places into his right claw.
"Do you know what you disturb?" he asks
The griffin, still breathing heavily, turns his right wing over to reveal a cane-cutter's machette, which he places into his right claw.
"Do you know what you disturb?" he asks
>>138086
Whether by the sight of Silver’s oversized sword, or his words, the griffin is a bit taken back
“So you are no ordinary trespasser.”
Whether by the sight of Silver’s oversized sword, or his words, the griffin is a bit taken back
“So you are no ordinary trespasser.”
>>138087
Silver stands firm in the face of this machette-wielding griffon.
"And you are no ordinary griffon. I am feeling generous, so I will give you choice. Leave immediately, or I will be forced to bring you in."
Silver stands firm in the face of this machette-wielding griffon.
"And you are no ordinary griffon. I am feeling generous, so I will give you choice. Leave immediately, or I will be forced to bring you in."
>>138090
Ära till Maar, förintelse av hans fiender!”
[1d20+1 = 19]
Roll initiative. Note that the creatures are actually pretty far apart.
[1d2 = 2]
Ära till Maar, förintelse av hans fiender!”
[1d20+1 = 19]
Roll initiative. Note that the creatures are actually pretty far apart.
[1d2 = 2]
>>138101
The griffin places the machete in his beak, then charges forward with a muffled “aaaargh!” He jumps, stomps, then moves the sword to his claw before swinging
[1d20+4 = 5]
The griffin places the machete in his beak, then charges forward with a muffled “aaaargh!” He jumps, stomps, then moves the sword to his claw before swinging
[1d20+4 = 5]
>>138106
Silver gives quite a bang to the griffin, who is at the very least, knocked down to the ground.
The female griffin, seeing this, turns towards Silver, revealing a wavy knife in her right wing. She charges at Silver with an “Aaaah!” yell, before swiping at Silver.
[1d20+2 = 12]
Silver gives quite a bang to the griffin, who is at the very least, knocked down to the ground.
The female griffin, seeing this, turns towards Silver, revealing a wavy knife in her right wing. She charges at Silver with an “Aaaah!” yell, before swiping at Silver.
[1d20+2 = 12]
[1d20+7 = 17]
>>138107
Silver just barely looks up in time to duck under the swinging blade with a "Yipe!". He brings the hilt of his sword around to bash her in turn.
>>138107
Silver just barely looks up in time to duck under the swinging blade with a "Yipe!". He brings the hilt of his sword around to bash her in turn.
>>138109
Silver is able to hit her with the end of the long and heavy sword, in an action almost like hitting a billiard ball.
Silver is able to hit her with the end of the long and heavy sword, in an action almost like hitting a billiard ball.
>>138114
He is struck. Firmly.
>>138115
The creature nods. If she is supposed to be a law enforcement officer, it’s not clear what she has going for her. She is thin and looks weak. Amber could probably win in a fight against her, and Guy certainly could. Her body looks built for flight, but even that only seems possible with Pegasus magic. Maybe those slit-cat eyes and long, fluffy ears give her some advantage. Who knows, really.
“Did he write of say anything else?” She asks
He is struck. Firmly.
>>138115
The creature nods. If she is supposed to be a law enforcement officer, it’s not clear what she has going for her. She is thin and looks weak. Amber could probably win in a fight against her, and Guy certainly could. Her body looks built for flight, but even that only seems possible with Pegasus magic. Maybe those slit-cat eyes and long, fluffy ears give her some advantage. Who knows, really.
“Did he write of say anything else?” She asks
>>138117
The male griffin is decidedly out, with definite bruising on the head or perhaps even a fractured skull. The female gives a pained moon, and it’s uncertain if she is or will remain conscious. Pear cautiously moves out from a position behind an altar.
“... Wow”
>>138118
She nods, then she turns her head the side, narrowing her eyes
“Is this store unionized?”
The male griffin is decidedly out, with definite bruising on the head or perhaps even a fractured skull. The female gives a pained moon, and it’s uncertain if she is or will remain conscious. Pear cautiously moves out from a position behind an altar.
“... Wow”
>>138118
She nods, then she turns her head the side, narrowing her eyes
“Is this store unionized?”
>>138119
Silver knocks the griffons' weapons away before rummaging through his bags for rope to tie them up.
"Yes, 'wow'. I did not expect to come across cultists."
Silver knocks the griffons' weapons away before rummaging through his bags for rope to tie them up.
"Yes, 'wow'. I did not expect to come across cultists."
>>138122
I do believe he did. If I remember correctly, he bought some not too long ago. He ties the griffons up with it.
"Probably heard us talking as they were coming up here for...something. I wonder why."
Silver looks in the female griffon's bags for any sort of clue.
I do believe he did. If I remember correctly, he bought some not too long ago. He ties the griffons up with it.
"Probably heard us talking as they were coming up here for...something. I wonder why."
Silver looks in the female griffon's bags for any sort of clue.
>>138123
The creature walks out of the store, and onto the sidewalk. She looks down the sidewalk to the left and South, half unfurling her wings, and shaking them. She then stares in that direction for what seems like an extended period of time, or at least ten seconds. Then she extends her long mammalian wings, jumps up into the air, and flies off.
>>138124
Inside her bag is a small Blue pillow with a white frill, a second small pillow that is white all the way through, a .38 revolver, and a livestock tie.
The creature walks out of the store, and onto the sidewalk. She looks down the sidewalk to the left and South, half unfurling her wings, and shaking them. She then stares in that direction for what seems like an extended period of time, or at least ten seconds. Then she extends her long mammalian wings, jumps up into the air, and flies off.
>>138124
Inside her bag is a small Blue pillow with a white frill, a second small pillow that is white all the way through, a .38 revolver, and a livestock tie.
>>138125
"...okay. That is little odd."
He looks up at Pear, smiling a little.
"Well, you did say you wanted to be able to talk with cultist."
"...okay. That is little odd."
He looks up at Pear, smiling a little.
"Well, you did say you wanted to be able to talk with cultist."
>>138125
Amber shakes her head as if the odd creature was just a mirage. Don't those wings get cold?
In any case, she trots back to High Sewn with a pensive expression on her face. "Is there anything else that can be done?"
Amber shakes her head as if the odd creature was just a mirage. Don't those wings get cold?
In any case, she trots back to High Sewn with a pensive expression on her face. "Is there anything else that can be done?"
>>138133
He smiles and blushes for just a second.
"Heh."
He quickly recovers, turns to the female griffon, and gives her a firm shake on the shoulder.
"Wake up."
He smiles and blushes for just a second.
"Heh."
He quickly recovers, turns to the female griffon, and gives her a firm shake on the shoulder.
"Wake up."
>>138136
Amber walks in, looking for either the mare from earlier or anypony who looks to be in charge.
Amber walks in, looking for either the mare from earlier or anypony who looks to be in charge.
>>138137
Amber walks in, and after going only slightly further back into the restaurant, sees Salt Mixer behind the bar. While her most distinct feature is obscured behind hardwood, her dark grey coat and comparatively square muzzle are unmistakable.
“Hello. You’re back” she says, when Amber approaches
>>138138
The female looks at Silver.
“There is nothing to say” - are her first words to him, in some sort of foreign accent that is not easily placed, but evidently from the northern portion of the Griffonian continent.
Amber walks in, and after going only slightly further back into the restaurant, sees Salt Mixer behind the bar. While her most distinct feature is obscured behind hardwood, her dark grey coat and comparatively square muzzle are unmistakable.
“Hello. You’re back” she says, when Amber approaches
>>138138
The female looks at Silver.
“There is nothing to say” - are her first words to him, in some sort of foreign accent that is not easily placed, but evidently from the northern portion of the Griffonian continent.
>>138139
"Hello! My shift at the store just ended and I was wondering if I'm hired to work here. I can start right now," she says, smiling eagerly.
"Hello! My shift at the store just ended and I was wondering if I'm hired to work here. I can start right now," she says, smiling eagerly.
>>138139
"Two Maarists are in former Maarist hideout. I think there is something to be said about that."
"Two Maarists are in former Maarist hideout. I think there is something to be said about that."
>>138143
"I may not speak your language..."
He points to her companion.
"...but I know when Maar's name is invoked."
"I may not speak your language..."
He points to her companion.
"...but I know when Maar's name is invoked."
>>138147
And thus Amber begins her role as a greeter At least I think that's what she signed up for. Salt Mixer walks out to show Amber where to stand, how to communicate with wait staff, gives advice on who to reject, how to respond, and so forth.
And thus Amber begins her role as a greeter At least I think that's what she signed up for. Salt Mixer walks out to show Amber where to stand, how to communicate with wait staff, gives advice on who to reject, how to respond, and so forth.
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>>138152
"I am not certain you are in position to be asking questions, but very well, I will indulge you. My partner is expert on occult, religion, and language. She does not get many opportunities to study Maarism, she requested to come and study this place."
He sits down in front of the griffon.
"Now, explain yourself."
"I am not certain you are in position to be asking questions, but very well, I will indulge you. My partner is expert on occult, religion, and language. She does not get many opportunities to study Maarism, she requested to come and study this place."
He sits down in front of the griffon.
"Now, explain yourself."
I have to sleep now...
>>138153
She takes a pause, blinking, having evidently not expected this answer
>>138153
She takes a pause, blinking, having evidently not expected this answer
>>138170
“Because they offered asylum to those from the old lands, and to those in need in any land, and because so many were our friends.”
“Because they offered asylum to those from the old lands, and to those in need in any land, and because so many were our friends.”
>>138172
“As you should!”
She winces, and let’s out a breath
“You have destroyed our livelihood and much more!”
“As you should!”
She winces, and let’s out a breath
“You have destroyed our livelihood and much more!”
>>138174
“Thousands?! Where do you get ‘thousands’?! Are you so used to the mass numbers your regime kills that only ‘thousands’ register?”
“Thousands?! Where do you get ‘thousands’?! Are you so used to the mass numbers your regime kills that only ‘thousands’ register?”
>>138178
She starts to shake her head
“No, the gnolls-“
But she stops shaking her head, and stops speaking, shutting her beak abruptly.
She starts to shake her head
“No, the gnolls-“
But she stops shaking her head, and stops speaking, shutting her beak abruptly.
>>138179
"Yes, they started feeding corpses to their gnolls two years ago. Already knew that."
He raises his eyebrow at her.
"So, you knew about that, but did not know about chute. I suppose you two are recent arrivals, then."
"Yes, they started feeding corpses to their gnolls two years ago. Already knew that."
He raises his eyebrow at her.
"So, you knew about that, but did not know about chute. I suppose you two are recent arrivals, then."
>>138180
“He came to Baltimare five years ago, I think. I came here four years ago, lured by your Princess’s talk of harmony and Union. I found poverty, isolation and exploitation. I joined the Society eighteen months ago. I do not know what you speak of when you talk of corpses.”
“He came to Baltimare five years ago, I think. I came here four years ago, lured by your Princess’s talk of harmony and Union. I found poverty, isolation and exploitation. I joined the Society eighteen months ago. I do not know what you speak of when you talk of corpses.”
>>138181
Silver frowns, his ears drooping slightly.
"Hmm. I keep hearing this story from those who come to this land. What happened?"
Silver frowns, his ears drooping slightly.
"Hmm. I keep hearing this story from those who come to this land. What happened?"
>>138182
"I came here from Cloudbury 1008, when Kerenskai's government was teetering. All the money I had saved was gone not long after arrival. I lived in a dingy and crowded apartment at first. I did not speak the language. There were not so many jobs as advertised. I thought I got lucky after two weeks, starting a job as a seamstress in a factory. But the pay, which would have been high for Cloudbury, did not cover so much more than expenses. The hours were long, ten hours or more a day, and six days sometimes. A roommate left with my possessions, and ponies in gangs would be harsh in collecting any debts. Then after five months my claw slipped and was cut by a machine. I was out of work for more than a week, my claw was swollen and in pain for a month after that. I went back to work at the factory but was fired not long after, either for the mistake or my slow pace with a swollen claw. After that I was unemployed, and finally found work as a maid. But the maid work, though fine on its own was part time and intermittent. I could not earn much. I had to move several times. I did not have friends or family. I thought I would return to Cloudbury when The War broke out, but then I was afraid to travel and besides there were rumors wages would go up. Then I found the Society."
"I came here from Cloudbury 1008, when Kerenskai's government was teetering. All the money I had saved was gone not long after arrival. I lived in a dingy and crowded apartment at first. I did not speak the language. There were not so many jobs as advertised. I thought I got lucky after two weeks, starting a job as a seamstress in a factory. But the pay, which would have been high for Cloudbury, did not cover so much more than expenses. The hours were long, ten hours or more a day, and six days sometimes. A roommate left with my possessions, and ponies in gangs would be harsh in collecting any debts. Then after five months my claw slipped and was cut by a machine. I was out of work for more than a week, my claw was swollen and in pain for a month after that. I went back to work at the factory but was fired not long after, either for the mistake or my slow pace with a swollen claw. After that I was unemployed, and finally found work as a maid. But the maid work, though fine on its own was part time and intermittent. I could not earn much. I had to move several times. I did not have friends or family. I thought I would return to Cloudbury when The War broke out, but then I was afraid to travel and besides there were rumors wages would go up. Then I found the Society."
>>138184
“It was and it is. You have to thank your misplaced faith in your princesses, kings, and gods who cannot deliver.”
“It was and it is. You have to thank your misplaced faith in your princesses, kings, and gods who cannot deliver.”
>>138185
He frowns a little more, but his ears don't droop with them.
"Our Princesses are still ponies. Not everything that happens in Equestria is because of them. If it was case, I am certain you would not have had so many troubles."
He frowns a little more, but his ears don't droop with them.
"Our Princesses are still ponies. Not everything that happens in Equestria is because of them. If it was case, I am certain you would not have had so many troubles."
>>138187
"But why this? Why join Boek in causing so much suffering on those who were exactly as you were when you came to this land?"
"But why this? Why join Boek in causing so much suffering on those who were exactly as you were when you came to this land?"
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