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Occupied Equestria - Back to the Forest
Anonymous
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No.151000
151002
Virgin Flame arrives in Baltimare and makes her aqua intense with the staff of a Cathedral there. Spark goes back to Blackwood, helping a rebel and several wolves. Iron takes a train off to the mountains where there is said to be treasure. Silver is pleasantly surprised to wake up to the world-not-ending. Dark Star goes home for the night, disturbed by the forces corrupting the youth, and left to contemplate his role in stopping it.
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Anonymous
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No.152613
152614
>>152612
Hearing nothing, the stallion soon ended its suffering with a hard stomp with both forelegs against its skull, hopefully finishing it off without much more suffering than it had to endure.
Anonymous
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No.152614
152615
>>152613
There is a yelp from the creature that ends quickly. Iron can feel its skull fracture and brains come out. Iron can't really entirely crush its head, only break it.

"Ah! Celestia!" Cauldron calls out and turns away. It's White Sand's turn to stare blankly at it, mouth partly open.
Anonymous
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No.152615
152616
>>152614
With a small sigh at the dirty act, the stallion simply decides to put on a stoic face and wordlessly continue on their journey ahead, deciding to let the mares process the event for themselves and ask questions if necessary.
Anonymous
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No.152616
152617
>>152615
Iron has a bit of blood and cat brain on his hoof, and he may or may not be cut in the soft part of his hoof from the creature's bone fragments.

More importantly, much more importantly, Iron is badly injured in his upper thigh, to the degree it hurts to walk.

Black Cauldron seems somewhat nauseous, and she's in the same place, with her head down to the ground. White Sands blinks, and jumps forward, as if ready to move.
Anonymous
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No.152617
152618
>>152616
Iron breathes in at the painful feeling, deciding it's best to get to the river in order to clean himself off the blood and properly see the damage. "I did not expect such a clean hit," he muttered softly as he looked at the water to see if it looked clean enough to treat himself.
Anonymous
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No.152618
152619
>>152617
The river is murky from silt, with a brown tint. Anything else about the water quality, he can't really discern.
Anonymous
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No.152619
152621
>>152618
With a careful gait, he soon sat down just next to the river and washed off the cat entrails and blood from his forelegs' hooves first to further inspect that damage. Something told him his hindleg injury may need some help from one of the two mares to properly clean up.
Amber Sunset
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No.152620
152621
Just want to say I love you all (no homo) and I'm looking forward to playing again soon.

Also cats try to take you down with a bite to the neck, making it impossible to respond in time even with a bite to the neck. But obviously this was a pretty bad hunter.
Anonymous
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No.152621
152622 152623
>>152619
Fortunately, the only blood on the hoof is the cat's. The same cannot be said of his left flank and upper leg, which is still bleeding. Black Cauldron is only now looking up.

>>152620
D'aww. I'm looking forward to it too

Iron's ass was in the way of it getting to his neck, so it hit his ass instead
Amber Sunset
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No.152622
152625
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>>152621
>pic related
Anonymous
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No.152623
152624 152625
>>152621
Seeing Cauldron in distress right now, Iron soon turns his head towards Sands. "Could you help me clean up my leg injury, please?" the stallion politely and neutrally asked, hoping she wasn't as shocked from her admittedly brutal act.
Anonymous
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No.152624
>>152623
*his act
Anonymous
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No.152625
152626
>>152622
Oh my...

>>152623
"Huh?" She looks up at him, almost as if awoken from a brief sleep.

"Oh, yeah. I brought bandages, and Iodine."
She sets her pack down, and starts to look through it. Iron hears a soft sound that it may take a moment to recognize is the voice of White Sands:

"Could anyone have heard the gunshot?"
Anonymous
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No.152626
152627
>>152625
"I think we could be close enough to town that somepony might have heard," Iron guessed as Sands looked at his leg.
Anonymous
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No.152627
152628
>>152626
Sands, who has remained mostly to Iron's right, and thus has not had a great view of Iron's injury. Black Cauldron pulls out a set of bandages and looks up.

"Yes. We need to move."
Anonymous
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No.152628
152629
>>152627
"I agree," Iron answered, still waiting on either mare to finally apply medical treatment on his still hurting leg. "There is little time to waste now."
Anonymous
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No.152629
152630
>>152628
White Sands trots around getting closer, and sounding anxious. Black Cauldron fiddles around with bandages before going to Iron. She wipes something across his hind area, which hurts, and then applies a liquid, which hurts much more. She applies a second liquid, and then begins to bandage his flank. One set of bandages is actually on his upper leg, which can simply be wrapped around, but the other wounds, which is immediately below and possibly partly on his cutie mark, needs tape. Black Cauldron sits during this process.

"Come on" White Sands says, anxious

"Just a damn minute" Black Cauldron retorts, stressed
Anonymous
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No.152630
152631
>>152629
"We will pull through, Sands," Iron gently reassures Sands, hoping the reminder of his most recent combat encounter would allow her to calm down.
He soon relaxes a bit, hiding the pain coming from the patchup process and trusting Cauldron to finish up soon.
Anonymous
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No.152631
152632
>>152630
"These might need stitches. I think we will have to revisit this wound later.' Black Cauldron says

White Sands is prancing in place. However, the ponies and zebra are ready to leave
Anonymous
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No.152632
152633
>>152631
Iron nods before carefully standing up and trying to continue their journey. "Let us go," he soon declared.
Anonymous
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No.152633
152634
>>152632
White Sands needs no push. She moves forward. At first, seeing the small white unicorn walk along the dirt, grass and river stones between the brush and the river seems almost odd, like she doesn't belong. But if you squint long and hard enough, she almost looks like an alpaca. At least she would, except that she no longer hides the rifle, instead letting it rest on the sling along her back.

Black Cauldron quickly tries to put the bottles up, making a mistake in the process, and needing to move an object within her bag.
"Yes. We may want to move away from the river bank."
Anonymous
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No.152634
152635
>>152633
"We shall not, then," Iron agreed, deciding to follow Cauldron's advice to reduce the chance of these random natural encounters along with her two mares.
Anonymous
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No.152635
152636
>>152634
"There ahead is a bridge. Should we cross it to get away from the site, or do you think it will expose us too much, and make us more vulnerable?" Black Cauldron asks
Anonymous
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No.152636
152637
>>152635
"Depends on how long is this bridge," Iron mused, now always watchful.
They definitely weren't in a pseudo camping trip now. It was time to get serious.
Anonymous
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No.152637
152638
>>152636
The bridge is a stone arch bridge, with two spans in the water, and maybe a total length of 40 or so meters. The stone is dark grey and old, stained almost black up until almost the top, and with moss growing in areas. Portions lowest to the water look almost as if they have been physically eroded by the action of the water, and various parts are chipped by that same freezing of stone that weathers mountains. The area on top is a simple cart pathway paved in stone, yet covered in dirt. The road that leads up to it is dirt and unpaved, with deep ruts from the action of carts. The way the dirt is disturbed, it is obvious the road and bridge have been used relatively recently. Hoof prints likewise span the roadway, and not all of them belong to ponies
Anonymous
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No.152638
152639
>>152637
"Seems like many have passed before us," Iron mused, unsure of actually utilizing it before finally looking at Cauldron again. "Do you happen to know another way to the other side of this bridge?"
Anonymous
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No.152639
152640
>>152638
"Do you mean to cross the river? You'd have to wade the river, or find a different bridge or place to cross."
Anonymous
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No.152640
152641
>>152639
"I presume we will have to in order to get to the spot."
Anonymous
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No.152641
152642
>>152640
"The spot is located within the river itself. We may well be fine to get to it from this side. The question is really more about what we encounter on the way to it, and who knows we are here."
Anonymous
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No.152642
152643
>>152641
"If we do not need to pass through, then we are better off not exposing ourselves in a chokepoint," Iron firmly concluded at the answer. "I would rather not attract pony attention until we get to the spot."
Anonymous
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No.152643
152644
>>152642
The bridge still presents a small challenge, as it cuts through the river side, blocking it off. While it isn't really that difficult to go around it, it does mean that the ponies need to cross the road, potentially exposing themselves, if anycreature is on the road.
Anonymous
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No.152644
152645
>>152643
Iron hums softly in thought for a bit. "Might be best for us to pass one at a time along the road," he figures with a couple of nods. "Better to let them see us separated than all grouped up."
Anonymous
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No.152645
152646
>>152644
White Sands simply nods. She's a reluctant to pass through the brush, but finds a narrow through-spot all the same. She pokes her head out of the bush line, looks around, and then lopes across the roadway.
Anonymous
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No.152646
152647
>>152645
Iron remains vigilant, waiting to see if Sands is somehow intercepted or perhaps he could spot any potential watchmares that could snitch on them to other interested parties.
Anonymous
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No.152647
152648
>>152646
Roll Spot
Anonymous
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No.152648
152649
>>152647
[1d20+2 = (12+2) = 14]<Spot
Anonymous
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No.152649
152650
>>152648
Oh shit it's a pony off in the distance. Wait. No. That's an alpaca. It's grazing near the road on the other side of the bridge.

More interesting, however, is movement higher on the mountain. It looks like two, relatively tall creatures moving in an open area near the mouth of what seems to be a mine entrance, or perhaps a natural cave.
Anonymous
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No.152650
152651
>>152649
Feeling the coast is clear, Iron decides to cross the road after Sands, making sure not to entangle himself with the shrubbery, and hope for the best. Cauldron should be able to make it after him as long as nothing out of the ordinary happens.
Anonymous
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No.152651
152652
>>152650
Iron makes it, and Cauldron makes it last.
Anonymous
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No.152652
152653
>>152651
With a small sigh of relief, Iron soon looks at the two mares. "Alright, let us keep moving," he requested. "Focus on concealment over speed for now."
With that established, he allowed Cauldron to take point since she is way sneakier than him, and took the middle spot somewhat behind her.
Anonymous
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No.152653
152654
>>152652
They go along. It's difficult to make progress, as there are trees and bushes, and open grass, but not much in between. Areas right by water are overgrown with plant life. Everywhere else is open grass. Most locations are either impassible, or open and exposed. They are, however, able to ride the line on the edge of the growth, and mostly hidden by it.

The group comes to an impediment, however, when they come up to a riverlet.

The actual stream itself is not very deep, nor does it have much volume of water. The riverlet, however, is five or so times the width of the actual stream of water, and vastly deeper, as it is made up of a black colored clay that has eroded away almost like a giant black trench that requires a decent downwards, across, and back up. Though most of the clay is dry, it looks very muddy.
Anonymous
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No.152654
152655
>>152653
"Does this means we have to cross the bridge either way?" Iron muttered, somewhat displeased at having this new obstacle in their path.
Despite his words, he figured they could just follow the riverlet until they found a solid spot to walk across... if they need to, that is.
Anonymous
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No.152655
152656
>>152654
"This is a different river" Black Cauldron says

"We could probably just cross it." And she blinks

"But there might be some kind of bridge somewhere."
Anonymous
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No.152656
152657
>>152655
"We should check for a bridge first," Iron concluded. "Riverlets are deceptively dangerous."
Anonymous
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No.152657
152658
>>152656
The water is not wide, and while it seems shallow, the opacity of the water makes it impossible to judge the actual depth. The mud, however, extends further than the water, and there is nowhere solid to cross. Iron can, however, look elsewhere
Anonymous
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No.152658
152659
>>152657
Iron takes the chance to keep looking for a more stable way across. After all, he would have to go back, and if what Cauldron said was true, he'd rather have a safe passage back through here.
Anonymous
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No.152659
152661
>>152658
To do so, Iron has to move away from the tree line, and along the riverlet up to a bridge. The sides of the riverlet itself provide some cover, but the actual bridge itself is located in an open plain. The bridge is smaller than the last one, being perhaps 10 meters in length, and probably less than that. There is no center span, and the bridge is made of both iron, rusted to a red color, and wood, which looks a bit aged.
Anonymous
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No.152661
152662
>>152659
Iron grimaces at the revelation. Perhaps it would be best to try out crossing the riverlet section closest to the treeline when going in and then go back out through the bridge.
He first needed to check if he could plausibly swim and free himself from the mud with the stuff he was currently carrying just in case things turned to the worst outcome possible.
Anonymous
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No.152662
152663
>>152661
The stream is not that large, and Iron could probably simply stand upright in the water, at least if he doesn't sink in the mud. As for the mud, it's impossible to say, but his hooves will almost certainly sink at least a couple inches
Anonymous
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No.152663
152664
>>152662
With a heavy sigh, Iron opts to try to cross the riverlet first, making sure neither mare follow him too closely just in case everypony accidentally sinks into the mud at the same time.
Anonymous
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No.152664
152665
>>152663
A step into mud, another step into mud - the mud begins to part - and a step into the water itself. It's perhaps surprisingly warm, and has a decent amount of strength. Iron goes in deeper, finding the water pushing against him, and stretching almost - but not quite - to the bottom of his barrel. His hooves sink a couple inches into the mud, and he finds there is a suction effect, which tugs on his hooves.
Anonymous
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No.152665
152666
>>152664
Iron doesn't try struggling too hard, calmly trying to continue taking hoofsteps towards the other side while signalling the mares behind him to hold position for the time being.
Anonymous
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No.152666
152667
>>152665
Step, step... slip

Roll Balance (Dexterity)
Anonymous
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No.152667
152668
>>152666
[1d20+2 = (9+2) = 11]<Balance Roll
Anonymous
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No.152668
152669
>>152667
One of Iron's hooves steps on a rock under the water. That would not be an issue, except that the rock is at a higher level than his other hoof in the mud, and Iron, who could not see the rock, was not prepared for the difference in height. His leg slips off of the rock and into the mud, causing the front portion of his body to dip down low enough that his chest touches the water and makes a splash. He catches himself though, and rights himself without serious consequence.
Anonymous
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No.152669
152670
>>152668
Iron admittedly was mildly embarrassed by the affair, blushing lightly at his little slip up, but nonetheless makes sure to correct his posture and keeps moving forward with his plan. He is glad he will be going to be using the bridges on the way back thanks to this small mishap that right now has zero consequence to the mission at large.
Anonymous
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No.152670
152671
>>152669
Iron makes it through the water, finding it to be about two feet deep at its deepest. However, the mud on the other side is sticky, and his hooves sink deep. There is intense suction.
Anonymous
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No.152671
152672
>>152670
The lewd part of him cannot help but giggle at this high emphasis on the mud's powerful suction power, specially considering the mud would almost reach the lower portion of her torso at this point. Regardless, his dutiful self continues to smartly fight against the suction, feeling mildly worried over the mares' wellbeing trying to cross here due to the high level of environmental danger in this section. Perhaps it might actually be best to cross the bridge for them?
Anonymous
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No.152672
152673
>>152671
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0RKOdyw3HkY

The mud does not extend up to his knee, but it does go as far as his fetlock at its worst, and removing the hoof from the mud requires pressing down on other mud, possibly causing those hooves to sink.
Anonymous
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No.152673
152674
>>152672
Feeling he's got nothing to lose, Iron continues along with the dangerous task of crossing this long riverlet while checking if he had any sort of rope to throw at some sort of solid object on the other side and pull him towards the safe area once again.
Anonymous
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No.152674
152675
>>152673
Iron isn't able to rope himself out, but fortunately that is not necessary. Iron makes it to the other side, albeit with a lot of mud on his hooves, and a wet and muddy chest.
Anonymous
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No.152675
152676
>>152674
Breathing a small sigh of relief at his success, he soon goes to hide in the foliage once again before staring back at the two mares, wondering if they'll try their luck like he did or go for the bridge instead.
Anonymous
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No.152676
152677
>>152675
The mares simply stare at him
Anonymous
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No.152677
152678
>>152676
Iron hums softly before once again checking if he had any rope on him or his mares at the moment. That way, they could guarantee their safety by pulling them out if they can't move.
Anonymous
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No.152678
152679
>>152677
Iron does indeed have rope, carried in the pack
Anonymous
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No.152679
152680
>>152678
With that firmly established, Iron soon beckons Sands to start her own trek while he prepares the rope for a throw in case she needs a good tug. If nothing comes of it, the process will repeat with Cauldron as well.
Anonymous
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No.152680
152681
>>152679
Sand’s eyes go wide. She places her mouth on the rope, and moves into the water.

[1d20 = 13]

[1d20+3 = (4+3) = 7]
Anonymous
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No.152681
152682
>>152680
White Sands moves into the water, finding it goes up to her chest (she is much smaller than Iron). She slips at one point, and falls into the water, getting fairly covered in mud. She fairs well in crossing the deep mud on the other side, perhaps because of her lower mass. She comes to the other side, her white coat half covered in mud.

Her eyes are wide, and she looks disturbed and frustrated.
Anonymous
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No.152682
152683 152684 152685
>>152681
Iron chuckles lightly at her frustration. "Do not worry," he reassures Sands with a gentle pat on her head "I will make it up to you with a luxorious bath later."
With that established, he soon turns her attention towards Cauldron and proceeded to help her out the same way.
Anonymous
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No.152683
152684 152685 152687
>>152682
White Sands closes her eyes and lowers her ears, as the petting brings mud to the top of her previously-mud-free mane and head. She scrunches.

Black Cauldron glares at Iron for some reason
Anonymous
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No.152684
152685 152687
>>152682
>>152683
Though still glaring, she attempts a crossing, her mouth on the rope.

[1d20 = 18]
[1d20+1 = (4+1) = 5]
Anonymous
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No.152685
152686 152687
>>152684
>>152683
>>152682
Black Cauldron wades through the water, pretty successfully st first, though it comes up to her belly. However, right at the end of the water, a hoof gets caught in the mud. She attempts to free herself, and succeeds. But this pushes another hoof into the mud, which in terms gets stuck. She pulls on the leg using the rope, and gets it out, but loses balance and falls

[1d20 = 11]
[1d10 = 10]
Anonymous
360d924
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No.152686
152687
>>152685
Her pack falls onto the mud, though it looks like nothing falls out. She does, however, get mud all over her belly, and on the bottom of her pack… which in turn is placed in her back and side, and spreads more mud. Iron now has both mares muddy, but across.
Anonymous
2b54ef2
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No.152687
152688
>>152686
>>152685
>>152684
>>152683
The stallion breathes out a sigh of relief, glad to see nothing was seemingly lost aside from muddy coats that can be thoroughly washed off in the future before giving Cauldron a small peck on the cheek as she finally reached her destination. "Let us move," he commanded before allowing the zebra mare to take lead once again. Hopefully they should be close by.
Anonymous
360d924
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No.152688
152689
>>152687
The ponies and zebra move once again, walking that thin line between the forest by the water, and the low grass that covers the mountainside. A path moves along a hillside above the waterside forest, with a few trees around it
Anonymous
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No.152689
152690
>>152688
If they are still travelling, Iron figures it would be a good time for a cursory cargo inspection.
"Cauldron," he whispers to the lead mare "check your pack to see if anything is missing. I will take point for the time being."
Anonymous
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No.152690
152691
>>152689
“Uh, alright.” Black Cauldron says, stopping and sitting down, setting the pack to the side. Even now, her hooves are fairly caked in mud, and she spends a moment to wipe them off on the grass. She takes her hooves through the pack, and starts taking things out one at a time.

“Okay, canteen, iodine, clamp, metal stake… did one of the flaps go missing? And 30-30, that’s in there. But where did the 7 millimeter go? Now that I think about it, I’m not sure I brought any to begin with… here’s the chloroquine. Scalpel. And I thought we had more rubbing alcohol? Did it leak? No. I must have just used that much of it earlier…” she moves more items out, including a roll of several squares brown squares linked together, next to a small rectangular green box. This wouldn’t be of note, except that White Sands raises an eyebrow at it. Black Cauldron picks up the box and says “There’s the seven millimeter!”

White Sands says “Why did you bring that?
For s moment, Black Cauldron tilts her head, and points to the green box in her hoof. White Sands lowers head, and looks down to the roll of squares, and then back up to Black Cauldron. Black Cauldron’s mouth hangs open, and she’s silent for several seconds. Then she moves and leans forward

“You know what? I’ll show you. Give me that.”
She moves in, and physically picks the rifle off of Sand’s side. As the sling is still over her shoulder, it has to come over her head, and hits her ear and dishevels her mane in the process, prompting her to use magic to remove her mane from in front of her eyes.

Black Cauldron takes the rifle, which Iron can see has a small amount of mud on it, and sets it down in front of her. She picks up the roll, tears off one square, and with her mouth, tears into the square. The squares are revealed to be made of aluminum, with rubber circles within. She takes a circle, and carefully places it over the the end of the barrel of the gun, rolling it over the front site, barrel, and magazine tube, until the front portion of the gun is covered by the translucent rubber barrier.

“I really should have done this earlier. Before you went into the river. Could have gotten dirt inside of it. And…” she picks up the back end of the gun. “And why is the hammer cocked? This could have gone off if you fell.”

White Sands retorts.
“If it were cocked earlier, then Iron might not have been clawed by a, a big cat thing.”

And Black Cauldron
“Why didn’t you make sure it was cocked?!”

And White Sands,
Because I was watching a giant cat.”
Anonymous
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No.152691
152693
>>152690
Iron, who had mostly stayed on guard duty up until now, steps in with a smile. "I am pretty sure I was going to get clawed either way," he optimistically guesses with an understanding nod before patting Sands on the shoulder. "You can trust Cauldron's advice. She knows what she is talking about. Simply keep it in mind for next time, alright?"
Anonymous
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No.152693
152694
>>152691
White Sands lights up her horn, and green magic forms around Iron's hoof, pushing it off of her shoulder. It's a strange feeling, most like magnetism moving his hoof away. White Sands lowers her head and her ears, with a look of obvious displeasure, and then closes both eyes.

Iron's intervention, it seems, stops the argument, and Black Cauldron does not retort. She lowers the hammer on the rifle, and starts to place the pill container, the bottles, the sheathed scalpel, the boxes, and other items back within her pack.
Anonymous
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No.152694
152695
>>152693
Iron really needed to make it up to Sands later when they get back. Hopefully she doesn't throw all of her money at her maternal figure when she gets back, because the unicorn required some mayor pampering and reassurance to bolster her spirits back up again.
Despite this, he waited for Cauldron to take the lead again while he hung back to stick next to White in case she needed to vent a little more.
Anonymous
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No.152695
152696
>>152694
White Sands remains physically lower, while Black Cauldron picks up the pack, and then the rifle, and is ready to move.
Anonymous
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No.152696
152697
>>152695
"Alright," Iron calls out to both mares "return to previous formation and let us continue moving."
After this, he hung back with Sands next to him rather than the usual line they were going, wondering what sort of instant action he could make to cheer her up.
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No.152697
152698
>>152696
White Sands remains siting there, head lowered and eyes closed, for some moments. When it is obvious that the group is moving, and she can sit no longer, she stands, opening her eyes, and hanging in the back as best she can. White Sands has the whole time carried the least baggage of the three. This is true now more than ever as she does not have the cloth cover or the rifle, leaving her almost naked save for a simple tote bag. Her mane is wet and tangled, and her tail is much more so. She looks ahead, briefly looking to the side to confirm Iron's presence, and then looking down at the road some feet in front of her. Black Cauldron has firmly taken the lead.

As the ponies go further along the path, they come to what seems to be a collection of ruined buildings. Stone and mortar walls with no roofs, windows, or doors stand to the side of the path, sometimes collapsed in or out.
Anonymous
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No.152698
152699
>>152697
Iron couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at the collection of ruins, reminded of that awful dream he had once, yet he still remains firmly on Sands' side with an understanding look that she's indeed having possibly one of the worst moments of her life at the moment. He hopes that the payout is enought to offset this, but he knows at this precise moment that future pampering was not a suggestion: It was a requirement to cheer her up when they get back home.

Iron tentatively looks over at the gloomy unicorn with a small pout on his face, avoiding any more physical contact since he was mostly muddy, before deciding to instead act out the part of a loyal bodyguard keeping her safe with a hawk-like eye to at least give her some comfort in that way.
Anonymous
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No.152699
152700
>>152698
Sometimes the walls form a rectangle. Sometimes its a square. Most of the time, at least one wall is collapsed down to waste height, with grey bricks scattered along the ground. Often, even the bricks are gone, with a single stone and mortar wall standing three meters tall alone. There are no wooden doors, no roof tops, no glass windows, no iron and no tar - even if rarely stone floors, broken glass, clay roof tiles, and the termite eaten remains of wood can be seen littering the ground. There is, really, only lonely walls, holes in the ground that were once basements, and piles of bricks.

The ground is not even, as there are occasional dips in the ground, sometimes even sharply, with some dips forming holes. These changes in the elevation, would be nothing abnormal, as Iron and company are travelling along the side of a tall mountain, and the terrain slopes with their right tending to be higher than the left. These changes in elevation would be nothing of note, except that the brick walls sometimes collapse into them, with the sudden dips corresponding to collapsed walls, and the dirt pathway itself dipping sharply at one point, and then rising at another.

Two goats are seen grazing along the ruins near the pathway. Sometimes, empty glass bottles, or empty tin cans, or even a fish skeleton can be seen along this gallery of lonely walls.

Black Cauldron continues forward, looking backwards only once. White Sands seems to make an active effort to fall behind, with the distance between Cauldron and herself steadily growing.
Anonymous
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No.152700
152701
>>152699
While a part of Iron is starting to get actively worried at Sands' continuous attempts to lag behind further and further, another was dead set on getting that money now. If she really wanted to dip out and go back to her comfortable zone, she would most likely lose the chance to claim the money for herself as well, so he was not too worried about her abandoning the operation.
Thus, with a heavy heart, Iron slowly but surely starts picking up the pace a little to pressure her into keeping up instead. If she ditches him, too, then it might actually be for the best.

Granted, he was still being careful not to accidentally slip and fall these confusing elevation changes thanks to concrete jungle inhabitants' interventions to this place, but he had to urge Sands to take the chance to impress her mother a lot more seriously.
Anonymous
c77989a
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No.152701
152702
>>152700
Can White Sands sense when her absence is desired by those around her as much or more than is her presence? Hard to say, but with Iron's increase in pace, he moves ahead of her, and loses line of sight.

The pathway takes a turn right, and up the mountain. Moving directly forward is open grass with many trees, mostly dead, and the ruins of what looks to be a former Equestrian church and a graveyard.

Black Cauldron looks back to speak
"We should cut through here. Keep as close as possible to the river."
Anonymous
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No.152702
152703
>>152701
Perhaps this is what Sands needs right now: A moment to prove herself to at least him and Cauldron, where she can proudly say she accomplished something without either of their help. Granted, it was possible she would just simply not try to do so, but at this point in time, it's not like he can cheer her up without showing the goods.

"Got it," Iron agreed with Cauldron and ready to keep moving.
Anonymous
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No.152703
152704
>>152702
In front of the church are a number of ruined sun-shaped stone grave markers, interspersed with stone markers, and traditional headstones. Many, probably about half, are knocked down, broken, or severely chipped. All are weathered, but some have markings on them still legible. The grave markers are ancient, numerous, and lumped fairly close together. There are no statues of alicorns, no grand mausoleums, and no ostentatious markers. All interred here must have been poor. Yet still, a surprising amount is left after the centuries, though it can hardly be known how many graves with decayed and lost markers exist, or those that never had markers.
Anonymous
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No.152704
152705
>>152703
Iron briefly looked about in mild curiosity at this particular building, wondering who made this, but the fear of Sands getting lost and killed is somewhat on his mind to really appreciate all the interesting architecture. Deep down, however, he knew the unicorn mare really needed an achievement to be proud of so she could feel better about herself, and just being there to console her isn't going to cut it.

The native needed that money, and he needed it as soon as possible.
Anonymous
c77989a
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No.152705
152706
>>152704
The church and churchyard exist on a hill over the riverside and its forest. Though the group now travels outside, more exposed to the air, they have not moved far from travelling by water. Black Cauldron seems to ponder for a moment whether to go to the left of, or inside the church, but for some reason seems to decide to travel inside of the ruined structure.

This is the largest structure they have seen since they left Estruendo, quite longer than any rectangle Iron has seen thus far, and by a massive margin. Its walls are made of actual stone, and the exterior includes the ribs of loadbearing arches for the former vaulted roof. The church clearly had a gothic, or neogothic design. The arched door front still remains. Going through the front door, Iron - and Black Cauldron, who slows down to look at her surroundings - can see that while the center of the roof has collapsed in, portions of the vaulted ceiling remain, still held by stone. The ground is not quite even, entirely littered with roof tiles, loose stones, and other debris. To each side are large gaps where stained glass panels once stood, and in a very few places, fragments of glass still remain in the window frames, tinted a strange, dark purple color either by design or by decay. Also littered along the floor are a few more modern glass bottles, and a cat of tuna with a weathered label.
Anonymous
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No.152706
152707
>>152705
Iron hums in pensive wonder, trying to continue thinking about what sort of history this place had in order to distract himself from his worry. However, he soon starts to ponder if Cauldron had gone in here just to sate her own curiosity of what this place held, yet he keeps quiet for the time being. She might as well do a little sightseeing while they were there.
Anonymous
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No.152707
152708
>>152706
The creatures go along, past piles of debris where pews once stood, and towards the former place of the altar. Even now, the rising stone floor remains, and the two go up it, and to the back. The back of the church is more complex in its construction, with multiple stone walls still standing. Black Cauldron slows down, and even stops, taking a peak into the backrooms that remain, if only for a moment. Then she continues onward, out a door in the back, and past a collapsed spire, with one spire still standing.

Behind the church is a much larger churchyard. There are again stone suns with weathered names, and numerous small stone memorials closely spaced together, with but a name and a single year marked on them. There is again another dip in the ground, and multiple stone sun markers fallen into it.
Anonymous
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No.152708
152709
>>152707
Iron cautiously looks about, unsure of what to say or do at the moment, simply wanting to get to the goods at this point in order to potentially lure Sands back with the promise of riches.
Anonymous
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No.152709
152710
>>152708
There is a sound of talking. Sounds like it's coming from the right, and maybe slightly behind them. Iron is out in the open right now, as is Cauldron
Anonymous
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No.152710
152711
>>152709
First and foremost, they would not hear chatter coming from behind them if they wanted to ambush them, so it was unlikely that was going to happen unless these were the worst banditos ever. Thus, he tries to focus on finding some cover on the other side of wherever Cauldron is currently going rather than retreat back to the church.
Anonymous
c77989a
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No.152711
152712
>>152710
Iron and Cauldron are out in the open, and in a very large open area. The dip and the headstones provide potential limited cover if strictly necessary. Black Cauldron seems to be heading towards a line of trees, which in turn go down a slope and evidently to some structure by the river.
Anonymous
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No.152712
152713
>>152711
Iron wholeheartedly agrees with Cauldron's direction, going right alongside her in order to get to this suppose quiksilver that would give him some good money.
Anonymous
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No.152713
152714
>>152712
The two dive into the tree line quickly, past stumpy and dead trees, and live trees with obnoxious branches. In front of them is another large building by the river front, made of brick. This building differs from those that came before in that portions of its roof, tar coated and sloped, still exist. It appears to be several stories tall, and is immediately adjacent to the river, with a few square holes that were once windows.
Anonymous
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No.152714
152715
>>152713
"How long until we get there?" Iron whispered Cauldron as they continue to travel along the path.
Anonymous
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No.152715
152716
>>152714
Black Cauldron shrugs
"I don't think we're too far." She answers
Anonymous
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No.152716
152717
>>152715
Iron nods before continuing to be led on by the zebra mare.
Anonymous
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No.152717
152718
>>152716
Moving between the walls of the building and the hillside, Iron sees two diamond dogs moving together, coming out of a hole in the hillside ahead of them
Anonymous
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No.152718
152719
>>152717
"Are these dogs supposed to be here?" Iron whispers to Cauldron in soft tone, having this feeling they might have to fight a little.
Anonymous
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No.152719
152720
>>152718
"I don't know." She answers, moving back, and whispering to Iron.

"But I am less sure that we are supposed to be here"
Anonymous
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No.152720
152721
>>152719
"Understandable," Iron answers in a whisper with a small nod "so how long until we get there from here?"
Anonymous
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No.152721
152722
>>152720
She blinks
"I don't know. I believe we are less than a mile away."
Anonymous
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No.152722
152723
>>152721
The stallion nods, quickly checking if he is in a fighting condition in case he needs to bust some heads together before following Cauldron as well as he can.
Anonymous
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No.152723
152724
>>152722
Iron is not in as good of a condition as he was when he arrived in the city. But he is as good now as he can be now. Black Cauldroj does not move forward, but stops, and considers her options.
Anonymous
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No.152724
152725
>>152723
Iron waits along with her, not wanting to ruin any potential plans she is brewing.
Anonymous
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No.152725
152726
>>152724
“Maybe” Black Cauldron says “We can walk past them, either by the river or above them, without them noticing.”
Anonymous
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No.152726
152727
>>152725
"I suggest going above them," Iron figures. "Less likely to look up than at the river."
Anonymous
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No.152727
152728
>>152726
Black Cauldron nods
Anonymous
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No.152728
152729
>>152727
"You want me to try it first?"
Anonymous
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No.152729
152730
>>152728
"If you succeed, then most likely I will as well. And if you fail.. well, you can probably handle that better."
Anonymous
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No.152730
152731
>>152729
"Sounds good to me," Iron agreed with a confident smile.
With that established, he soon started to make his across towards the path above the diamond dogs to sneak past undetected.
Anonymous
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No.152731
152732
>>152730
First, Iron must climb the hillside. Then, Iron must walk past them unnoticed.

Roll die, with dexterity bonus
Anonymous
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No.152732
152733
>>152731
[1d20+2 = (7+2) = 9]<Dex bonus roll
Anonymous
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No.152733
152734
>>152732
Iron's climb is inelegant, and a diamond dog looks the way of the hillside
Anonymous
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No.152734
152735
>>152733
Iron just keeps climbing for the sake of it, wondering if the diamond dog will actually stop him or not.
Anonymous
c77989a
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No.152735
152736
>>152734
The diamond dog moves to look around at the hillside. Iron himself doesn't seem to have been seen, but the diamond dog's presence forces Black Cauldron to go into hiding as he comes nearer. Iron makes it to the top.
Anonymous
2b54ef2
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No.152736
152737 152739
>>152735
Seeing himself seemingly successful, Iron slowly goes for some cover to hide behind just in case the diamond dog really wants to watch the clouds or something.
Anonymous
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No.152737
152738
>>152736
The diamond dog looks around. Iron can see that Black Cauldron is within the doorway, hiding just out of sight.

[1d20+2 = (13+2) = 15]
{1d20+2]
Anonymous
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No.152738
152739 152740
>>152737
[1d20+2 = (19+2) = 21]
Anonymous
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No.152739
152740
>>152736
>>152738
The diamond dog moves further, and further... And sees Black Cauldron
Anonymous
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No.152740
152742
>>152739
>>152738
Iron immediately tries to gauge what sort of potential damage he may suffer from just dropping right on top of the diamond dog in question.
Anonymous
c77989a
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No.152742
152743
>>152740
If the Diamond Dog can call for help, he may get noticed by the other one. And he may miss, or get stabbed, or run into a wall, or any of the other dangers attendant to jumping on someone from a height of 15 or so feet.
Anonymous
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No.152743
152744
>>152742
If that's the case, then Iron simply readies himself to jump the moment the diamond dog was surely going to try to do something bad to Cauldron first so he is at least more justified in his reckless decision.
Anonymous
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No.152744
152745
>>152743
The Diamond Dog calls out:
"Hey, we have a striped one over here!" Black Cauldron ducks away, into the building
Anonymous
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No.152745
152746
>>152744
...not quite pounceworthy, but perhaps he could get the opportunity to take down the one furthest from Cauldron if he comes over to aid his diamond pal.
Anonymous
c77989a
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No.152746
152747
>>152745
The other diamond dog comes over
"What is he doing over here?"

"Looks like a 'she.' I don't know."

"I bet she's a run away. Do you think that if we turn her in, there will be a reward?"

"She's carrying big bags" the one near the door answers. "She's inside the mill."

The other diamond dog is not heading for that position, but to the other side of the ruined building. This one stands in the doorway
Anonymous
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No.152747
152748 152752
>>152746
After a little waiting to ensure the other dog is far enough away, Iron finally commits to his pouncing idea, jumping out of his high ground to valiantly crush his body against the diamond canine's!
Anonymous
c77989a
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No.152748
152749
>>152747
Roll attack
Anonymous
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No.152749
152750
>>152748
[1d20+10 = (3+10) = 13]<Unarmed Attack
Anonymous
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No.152750
152751
>>152749
Hmmm.... Roll strength

[1d20+2 = (18+2) = 20]
Anonymous
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No.152751
152752
>>152750
[1d20+5 = (17+5) = 22]<Strength
Anonymous
c77989a
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No.152752
152753
>>152747
>>152751
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_ulNljs1RU

Iron makes a running jump, jumps down, and slams into the diamond dog's back. The diamond dog is big and tough, but Iron is a bit tougher under the circumstances. He may make a regular attack
Anonymous
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No.152753
152754
>>152752
Iron promptly makes a fully powered bonk to the diamond dog's head with his forelegs.
[1d20+5 = (20+5) = 25]<Fully powered up non-lethal unarmed attack
Anonymous
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No.152754
152755
>>152753
It's almost like smashing the mountain lion's head, as the large, grey, pitbull-like head is pushed into the door, his eyes roll up, and then close. His limbs spread out limply.
Anonymous
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No.152755
152756
>>152754
No kill doggo pl0x

Iron breathes out softly before going for the unconscious dog's body, dragging it into a safe place where no puppy would find it any time soon before even thinking about going to attack the other dog in the area.
Anonymous
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No.152756
152757
>>152755
"Iron?" Black Cauldron is inside the building with him.

The building has collapsed upper floors in some areas, but is has clear stone floors in others. Most of the interior is one large room, which has some decaying round machine in the center. There are a few walls remaining for smaller rooms on the sides that may still be closed.
Anonymous
2b54ef2
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No.152757
152758
>>152756
"Other one is circling around," the native whispers softly after putting the body in a secluded area. "Get ready."
With that established, he soon tries to find the best hiding spot amongst the ruined interior, preferrably one of those smaller rooms he has spotted just now.
Anonymous
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No.152758
152759
>>152757
"Striped one? Don't worry, we won't take you back to the police. For a fee.." He peaks his head in through a door, into a hallway that sends in the large room with the circular machine.
Anonymous
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No.152759
152760
>>152758
Iron makes sure to keep quiet and hidden until he was just close enough for a surprise attack. He had no time for honorable battles in this hefty ordeal.
Anonymous
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No.152760
152761
>>152759
But it isn't so simple. The Diamond Dog pulls outside of the doorway, turns away, and starts to yell

"Frida? Didn't I just see you walk by? Frida? Frida where are you going?"
Anonymous
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No.152761
152762 152763
>>152760
There's a third dog?
This does not sound good, Iron thinks to himself, deciding to take this opportunity to stealthily approach the door the diamond dog had just peeked out of in order to catch it by surprise when he/she decides to check in again.
Anonymous
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No.152762
152763 152764
>>152761
"Uh, come by when you can, Frida, Diego found something and it might be good." The diamond dog turns around, and moves closer to the door.

Roll initiative
Anonymous
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No.152763
>>152762
>>152761
[1d20 = 9]
Anonymous
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No.152764
152765
>>152762
[1d20+2 = (17+2) = 19]<Inititative
Anonymous
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No.152765
152766
>>152764
The Diamond Dog has an expression of pure surprise, evidently not expecting Iron there.

Iron's turn
Anonymous
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No.152766
152767
>>152765
"I am sorry in advance," the native sincerely whispers for the single pup before once again putting a fully powered buck against the canine's face.
[1d20+5 = (15+5) = 20]<Fully Powered Non-Lethat Unarmed Strike
Anonymous
c77989a
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No.152767
152768
>>152766
Hit
Anonymous
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No.152768
152769
>>152767
[1d3+10 = (3+10) = 13]<Damage
Anonymous
c77989a
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No.152769
152770
>>152768
"Yelp!" The diamond dog cries out in pain, and attempts to swing back, but is disoriented, and turns to run away.

"Diego? Diego?"
Anonymous
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No.152770
152771
>>152769
Iron, feeling it may be better to risk being attacked by the third canine rather than alert the whole compound of their presence, soon runs after it to knock this supposed Diego out for good before word spreads too far.
Anonymous
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No.152771
152772
>>152770
The Diamond Dog is limping and clearly fairly stunned. But he isn't out yet. Iron can outrun him, at least if he charges.
Anonymous
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No.152772
152773
>>152771
Thus, the native charges the diamond dog to deliver a finishing blow!
[1d20+10 = (3+10) = 13]<Slightly powered (2 points) non-lethal unarmed strike
Anonymous
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No.152773
152774
>>152772
The Diamond Dog tries to maneuver to avoid being hit. He fails.

Hit.
Anonymous
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No.152774
152775
>>152773
[1d3+7 = (3+7) = 10]<Damage
Anonymous
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No.152775
152776
>>152774
Iron punches the Diamond Dog, and he falls forward, flat on his face. He does not move.
Anonymous
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No.152776
152777
>>152775
With that done, Iron quickly drags the unconscious one back inside and hides it with the other dog.
Anonymous
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No.152777
152778
>>152776
Iron drags it in. There are many places to hide them.

Black Cauldron speaks to Iron:
"Wow..." She says, looking down at the unconscious Diamond Dog.

She looks back up to Iron
"Not the nicest locals."
Anonymous
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No.152778
152779
>>152777
Iron opts to hide them in one of the smaller rooms, preferably one that has a door still. "Nicer than what I was expecting," he softly admitted with a small exhale.
Anonymous
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No.152779
152780
>>152778
There are no doors, and there are even holes in the riverside wall where a chute and a shaft once were. There is, however, a nice small area out of the way to place the two Diamond Dogs.

"What were you expecting?" Black Cauldron asks
Anonymous
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No.152780
152781
>>152779
"Kill on sight," Iron muses softly with the mineral to extract in mind as he softly plants the two Diamond Dogs in the secluded area.
He'd take this opportunity to look at them a little closer and see if they have anything to offer to the two hooved creatures standing.
Anonymous
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No.152781
152782
>>152780
"No. They can't ransom the dead." She answers.

In their pockets are a couple knives, lint, a few coins, a can of beans, a ticket for entry to the Temple of the Sun, and a folded crayon colored paper of a family of diamond dogs holding paws.
Anonymous
2b54ef2
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No.152782
152783
>>152781
"That is true," Iron agreed with a stern nod.
His interest was piqued at both ticket and crayon drawing, inspecting them more closely to see if he could wring out some context.
Anonymous
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No.152783
152784
>>152782
The ticket seems to be an admissions ticket to some sort of attraction. The ticket is for one adult, for daytime admission, is in the city of Tenochtitlan, and is dated October 13th of last year.

The drawing is of four diamond dog puppies(?), a female, and a male. The diamond dog from whom the image originated seems to be be the adult male "father" depicted in the image, judging by him sharing the same rust-red coat, although the family in the image being that of a brother who shares the same coat color can't be discounted, nor can wilder possibilities like the depicted family being fake.
Anonymous
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No.152784
152785
>>152783
"Think we will stir too much trouble if we take the ticket?" Iron proposes to Cauldron
Anonymous
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No.152785
152786
>>152784
She shrugs
“It looks used or expired to me. And either way, he can’t exactly complain right now.”
Anonymous
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No.152786
152787 152788
>>152785
Iron shakes his head, deciding to leave things be: They will wake up eventually and he does not want it to happen when they travel back with the goods.
That was, until he remembered he needed to obtain all of the moneys for Sands later, to which inspired looking into the bag of coins just to see if they were legitimate. If so, he'll just take it.
Anonymous
c77989a
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No.152787
152788 152789
>>152786
These are indeed real currency. Most of the coins are the older, pre-war Equestrian mintage, while a few are post-war Occupation Bits. It's only a few bits worth in total, though.
Anonymous
c77989a
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No.152788
152789
>>152786
>>152787
And one more thing. One of the Diamond Dogs has an earing that looks golden.
Anonymous
2b54ef2
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No.152789
152790
>>152788
>>152787
Iron will just take the coin pouch. Jewelry can have a lot more emotional meaning than just money. Something that could bring unwanted heat to them on the way back.
With that established, he soon looks to Cauldron with a nod. "I think we are done here," he concludes.
Anonymous
c77989a
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No.152790
152791
>>152789
Iron takes the bits, but leaves everything else. Black Cauldron says, "I agree." The two (presumably) leave the building.
Anonymous
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No.152791
152792
>>152790
Indeed they do, towards the now clear path to continue towards the stash they are looking for.
Anonymous
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No.152792
152793
>>152791
As they exit, right above the mine entrance on the upper part of the hill, is a familiar looking creature.

White Sands lays down, with her forelegs hanging over the edge. She stares at the two:

"Are you two done fooling around?"
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No.152793
152794
>>152792
Iron chuckles softly, happy to see Sands in a non-depressing mood. "We are," he gladly confirms with a nod.
With that said, however, it was time to get back to the mission at hoof, meaning Cauldron is back on the steering wheel.
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No.152794
152795
>>152793
Black Cauldron turns to him,

"I thought she was with you?"

She turns her head away,
"Well, we can proceed by the river or above it."
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No.152795
152796
>>152794
"In a sense, she was," Iron jokingly answered before quickly turning serious when talking about the job. "We should go from above."
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No.152796
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>>152795
Black Cauldron nods.

They have to walk past the mine entrance to find a part of the hillside that lets them climb up it. White Sands lays down and watches this:

"No no. Take your time. If we don't get out of here before the last train leaves, then we can just stay the night, and it's been a such a lovely experience so far, why not just make it last a little longer?"
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No.152797
>>152796
Alright, that's enough out of me. Time for slep.

Just for me to find it easily later: Iron Iron Iron Iron.
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No.152800
152801
>>152553
>>152554
Silver asks one of the present nuns a question.

"So, say I wanted to adopt. What do I need to do to do so?"
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No.152801
152802
>>152800
Both blink, and the greyish mare answers:

"I don't really know. I think there was a requirement to show a marriage certificate, and a recommendation from a church, and proof of income, and no criminal convictions, and proof of residency... But that was years ago, and we've had several new princesses and mayors and presidents since then. It's hard to keep up with. Ask Marery. She is the one who handles these."
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No.152802
152803
>>152801
"Do either of you know about becoming Foster parent?"
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No.152803
152806
>>152802
The grey mare answers,

“Well, I’m more of a tailor. I help with clothing.”

Then the green mare answers,
“And I’m a literature teacher here. I think you may want to ask Sister Marery, as she’s in charge of administration.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.152806
152807
>>152803
"Ah. Okay then."

Silver looks at the play.

"How did you set all this up?"
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No.152807
152808
>>152806
The green earth pony and the brown earth pony try to speak some lines.

The grey nun answers:
"I helped with some props"

Then the green nun,
"I helped with the script."

The grey nun continues,
"There was this really nice pony, Dark Star, who suggested it earlier in the week. We thought it would be a nice way to cheer up the foals, and, well, celebrate the return of many of them. So we looked for some volunteers, made some props, and well, this is what we have so far."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.152808
152809
>>152807
"It does sound like great idea. White Orchid's costume must have taken while to make."
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No.152809
152810
>>152808
The grey mare opens her mouth in something like a smile.
“Heh. Yeah. I had to stitch together a number of pieces of fabric, and quite a lot of stuffing. It took many hours. It’s all built on top of a black nylon shirt, with red and yellow fabric stitched onto it. We had several foals make fins, tendrils, and the head out of paper machete, and then paint it.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.152810
152811
>>152809
Silver smiles.

"It is good you got other foals to help. Are there many helping to set up play and work behind curtain?"
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No.152811
152812
>>152810
“Well, no. At least not yet. Not in the current set up. We only have a few actors, and a few props. But it means we may be able to get the foals to perform quickly.”
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No.152812
152813
>>152811
"I think it would be good idea to get more involved once things are figured out. It would be good for them to focus their energy towards something like this, considering their life situations."
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No.152813
152814
>>152812
“Yes, I think it’s a pretty good idea, at least for many of them. It’s something to do, and something to be proud of. It’s something to distract them from their past situations, and to teach them of the values of our traditions.”
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No.152814
152815
>>152813
"What gave you idea to choose this story for play?"
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No.152815
152816
>>152814
The green nun turns a little more towards Silver, and it is she who speaks.

“Well, I can answer that. It’s well known that foals are impressionable, and can learn truths about the world through story. This is true of adults too, but it is especially true of the young. That is why we wanted a story with an important moral lesson to teach our foals. More than that, we want to tell a story that teaches them where we came from. We, as a people, as a society, and as an institution, and how these moral truths relate to our purpose as both individuals and as a group. So of course we want to tell them a story from our history.

My first choice was the story of how the Elements came together and held back Nightmare Moon. That… was rejected. It’s too controversial, It’s also a little ambitious, with so many central characters, and so many scenes. So I decided to tell another story from our history. One that’s less controversial, and has fewer characters and fewer scenes.”

And then the grey nun states,
“I actually suggested this one from a list. We had already started working on the sea serpent costume for the story of the Elements. Of course I didn’t want it to go unused, especially since we already had foals make the head and fins, so we decided on a story that also featured a mare befriending a serpent in the river.”

The green mare:
“Yes, that too”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.152816
152817
>>152815
Silver looks confused.

"What is so controversial about the story of Twilight and her friends finding Elements of Harmony?"
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No.152817
152818
>>152816
The two mares look at each other, and then after a period of silence, it’s the green mare who speaks:

“Because Twilight is the former princess.”
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No.152818
152819
>>152817
"...yes?"
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No.152819
152820
>>152818
“And there is an active resistance to restore her to the throne. So anything that portrays her and her friends - who were also parts of the former regime - in a positive light might not be looked upon so kindly by either the uh, well, either the Baltimare or the new foreign regime. Best to tell a story not involving her. And Colopa is considered a kind of local hero, so I think that will be more palatable to… to both of our new overlords.”