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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Is anypony gonna be available to play over the Thanksgiving Holiday?
>>138041I can play today and tomorrow. Thursday is kinda weird, so I'll let you when.
>>137972>>138053Silver 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.
>>138062Silver 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.
>>138064Silver 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.
>>138065Silver turns around to face the newcomer, looking somewhat irritated at having been interrupted.
"Excuse me?"
>>138070Silver 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.
>>138072The 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.
>>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."
>>138075His 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
>>138076Silver narrows his eyes at the griffon.
"'The owner'. Who?"
>>138077"The owner of this property you so rudely intruded!" He answers
>>138078"Owner of this property? That would be one Sweet Boek. Unicorn. Deceased. Died on this very spot three nights ago."
>>138079He 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.
>>138080The hilt on his sword is encompassed by a blue sheath of magic matching his lit horn. He takes a wider, aggressive stance.
"Cease."
>>138083The 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
>>138085Silver levels his sword at the griffon.
"You are with Maarists."
>>138086Whether by the sight of Silver’s oversized sword, or his words, the griffin is a bit taken back
“So you are no ordinary trespasser.”
>>138087Silver 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."
>>138090Ära till Maar, förintelse av hans fiender!”
[1d20+1 = 19]Roll initiative. Note that the creatures are actually pretty far apart.
[1d2 = 2] [1d20+4 = 10]>>138100"Слава Селестии! Пусть ее свет светит вечно!"
>>138101The 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] >>138102>>138101But he slips as he tries to transfer the sword, falling to the ground.
[1d20+7 = 16]>>138103Silver strikes the griffon's head using the pommel of his sword.
>>138104Suffice it to say, Silver succeeds.
[1d2 = 1] >>138106Silver 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]>>138107Silver 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.
>>138109Silver is able to hit her with the end of the long and heavy sword, in an action almost like hitting a billiard ball.
>>138111Silver has done quite a bit of damage to both, but the male griffin tries to get up
>>138112She seems to twist her thin lips.
“I’ll ask again, did any officers, members of government, anyone of note shop here today?”
[1d20+7 = 17]>>138113"DOWN!"
Silver attempts to strike the male griffon as he tries to get up.
>>138113Amber shakes her head rapidly.
"If they were, they didn't look it and they didn't tell us." >>138114He is struck. Firmly.
>>138115The 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
>>138116Amber states, almost aloofly,
"Not a word. Like I said, he just broke the window and ran." >>138117The 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”
>>138118She nods, then she turns her head the side, narrowing her eyes
“Is this store unionized?”
>>138119Silver 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."
>>138120Hopefully Ailver brought some rope. Pear keeps a distance, slowly coming in to peer closer.
“I wonder when they found us” she says.
>>138121She takes a moment to consider this, then says
“Alright. That will be all.” And turns to leave
>>138122Amber looks curiously at the fanged, lithe bat-pony as she leaves.
>>138122I 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.
>>138123The 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.
>>138124Inside 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.