/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

>>166586
>>166587
Silver lets out a quick, controlled burst. One shot hits the creature in it's jaw, one straight through it's skull, one through it's neck, and one hits its shoulder. Silver can see its head nearly explode and spread blue and grey matter behind, slightly lifting up its cap for a moment. It falls straight down on its knees, then over to its left.

[1d20 = 4]

[1d20 = 9]
[1d20 = 19]

>>166588
>>166587
Silver hears the sound of gunshots to his right

>>166589
As soon as Silver gets the chance, he's getting behind cover before he gets shot, then he'll peak to get a view of the situation in this room.

>>166590
Silver hears a Pew Pew Pew Pew to his right, past the wall.

Silver seems to be the only occupant of this room. Or at least, the only known occupant.

>>166591
In that case, Silver goes towards the sound of gunfire, right sounds like it's the next room over.

>>166592
Silver exits out of the room and back into the hallway

[1d20 = 12]
[1d20 = 9]
[1d20 = 11]

>>166592
>>166593
And Silver can see that there is a firefight in progress. The door at the end of the hall was opened, and Spectral Streak and another homeguard pony have engaged a drone from the hallway. They seem to have failed to kill the drone, and have pulled back to cover at the end of the hall.

[1d20+6 = (16+6) = 22]
[1d20+6 = (20+6) = 26]
[1d20+6 = (13+6) = 19]
[1d20+6 = (13+6) = 19]
>>166595
Silver pops out into the hallway and gives his own attempt at finishing the drone off, firing a burst towards him.

[1d20+6 = (9+6) = 15]
>>166596
Checking crit

>>166597
>>166596
Silver, peering out of the door, has an advantage perspective that Spectral Streak and the Homeguard do not have. As the Changeling is hiding to the right, Silver's position to the left gives him just the angle to hit the creature. The creature seems to be hit in the head and in the chest with a spurt of blue blood splattering out, and then it falling down just behind the doorway.

>>166598
"Enemy down. How is everypony?"

>>166599
"Okay" Silver hears a Homeguard pony call

>>166600
Silver checks the room at the end of the hall to make sure there are no more changelings inside it.

>>166601
Silver looks in to see that it is a large, rectangular room that is very wide, and on the far side is almost entirely windows out to the studio. The room is dark with control panels with sliders along a portion of that wall, and a desk visible on the periphery to the left.

Looking in, Silver can see a drone laying up against one of panels on the far side, perfectly still and with a pool of blood around it and with a trail on the floor.

Silver can hear the voice of a female drone speaking. The voice is odd, because it combines an odd humming with the speaking voice of a normal mare. Calmly, though with a tinge of fear, Silver can hear it speaking:

"Fünf. Sechs. Neun. Drei. Herausforderung? Antwort. "Wenn der Wind weht"

But off to the right, and somewhat near where the sound is coming from, Silver can see a drone. The drone is wearing what seems to be an equestrian style coat, though it appears clearly in the form of that black, chitinous creature that even without magic imitates the form of a pony. It tries to level a very, very large rifle with a magazine sticking out of its side towards Silver, though it holds it a little low, and clearly sways with each heavy breath. Silver can hear breath, even from here. It's afraid.

>>166602
Silver halts upon seeing the scared changeling. He keeps his gun ready, just in case they do anything stupid, but he softens his expression. He mumbles a bit, getting his mouth used to the skill he learned in the later stages of the War and hasn't used since Kerr and Wesley were around, and speaks a heavily accented, slightly clumsy, but still understandable Changeling.

"Legen Sie Ihre Waffe ab. Wir werden Ihnen nicht weh tun."

>>166603
The creature holds the gun up, and levels it at Silver, though it still sways. Silver can see details on the creature like bright spots where pupils would be on its ice blue eyes, and three prongs on its sliced, tubular ears. It tags a ragged breath.
"Aber Sie werden"

And then, far off to the right, Silver hears more speaking in that uncanny voice that sounds like two mares speaking at once:
"Nächste Eingabe. Fünf. Sieben. Neun. Acht."

>>166604
"Ich werde nicht. Ich will nur mein Volk retten."

The words off to his right worry him.

"Du sprichst, äh...Ponisch?"

>>166605
He takes a moment, before replying:
"So do I"

And from off to the right:
"Sag noch einmal?" Pause "Eingabe. Zwei. Drei. Eins. Sieben".

>>166606
Silver motions to the right, and speaks hurriedly. He can't avoid the tone of worry in his voice.

"My family is out there, my children, I would do anything to save them. Help us stop bomb, we will let you go to get your brothers and sisters out of this city and save them, I promise upon lives of my children I love more than anything in this world."

>>166607
He blinks, with eyelids that come in from each side diagonally.
"But my family is too. My brothers and sisters."

And then, from the right
Bang
[1d20+2 = (10+2) = 12]

>>166608
Silver feels a violent tug and a knock, evidently grazed along his flack jacket by a bullet.

>>166608
>>166609
Silver backs up towards cover and turns to face his attacker.

>>166610
>>166609
Silver looks over to the right to see two changelings. It's hard to find cover, but there may be a desk or chair.

One, on the far side, is a drone in a chair with a cap, who sits over a desk and has a radio near him, with a pencil and a notebook on the desk. He is holding a pistol towards Silver. But the other, closer to Silver and to his left, is a worker sitting upright, holding a telephone in her hoof. She has medium blue wings and "mane," and is wearing headphones hooked up with audio equipment.

The ponies behind Silver bust in
[1d20 = 19]
[1d20 = 2]
[1d20 = 18]
[1d20 = 8]

>>166610
>>166612
>>166611
With a Pew Pew Pew Pew, the drone Silver has been talking to falls

[1d20+6 = (19+6) = 25]
[1d20+6 = (6+6) = 12]
[1d20+6 = (14+6) = 20]
[1d20+6 = (18+6) = 24]
>>166611
Silver doesn't have time to register the death of the drone he was talking to. He brings his Jenny around and first a burst into the last armed changeling in the room.

>>166614
>>166615
With a Pew Pew Pew Pew of his own, one, two, three bullets hit the last drone, causing it to gag, and fall out of its chair. Its wings come open, and it starts twitching on the floor like a dying junebug.

The worker stops speaking, and crouches down in its chair. But it doesn't jump out, and stops moving down when the cable on the headset runs out. It gets back up, and again starts speaking into the phone.

"Sag noch einmal?"

>>166616
Silver points his Jenny at the worker and shouts at her.

"Entweder ich schieße auf dich oder ich schieße auf die Maschine. Deine Entscheidung."

>>166617
She breathes in, then turns to the machine.
"Fünf neun sechs drei. Aktiv"

[1d20+6 = (12+6) = 18]
[1d20+6 = (6+6) = 12]
[1d20+6 = (7+6) = 13]
[1d20+6 = (16+6) = 22]
>>166618
Silver fires a burst into the changeling.

>>166619
With a quick burst, two shots hit

With a gag, the creature goes down, collapsing on the floor. Like the drone, its wings expand.

>>166622
"Well...I hope that stopped it..."

Silver looks back to his comrades in arms.

>>166623
They come into the room, and look around.
"Clear."

Spectral Streak comes up to Silver
"Yeah, I hope it stopped it too."

>>166624
"I am assuming we would be on fire right about now if it did not, or else we would hear explosion, or just be dead."

With the room clear, he looks around at the carnage.

"Is that it? Is building secured?"

>>166625
"The building is secured" the vermillion pony says.

The purple and the white ponies come through a door on the right, near the location of the desk where the worker was sitting at.

"Nothing in this room. They must not have had a device here."

>>166626
"Might have been underground. That is how Canterlot was destroyed, yes? Underground nuclear ordinance?"

Silver goes to the body of the drone he was talking to.

>>166627
"Yeah, it could be. They must have taken this place for the radio tower. For transmitting a signal. Could have transmitted to just about anywhere from here."

The drone lays on the ground. Either it's dead, or very near dead, laying on its belly, with its head to the side. Alongside it, is the automatic rifle it dropped. It has a scope, a bipod, a sling, wooden furniture, a bayonet mount, and a box magazine

>>166628
Silver tries his best to check for a pulse.

>>166629
The drone has the barest hint of a faint pulse. It's not conscious, and has lost a lot of blood already.

>>166630
Is there anything that can be done for him?

>>166631
Hard to say. Stopping the bleeding is the most obvious first step. The magical coagulant may or may not work on the alien biology, and the same with much of the rest of the medicine.

[1d20+3 = (16+3) = 19]
>>166632
Nopony else seems to be injured, and he still has the medical supplies...Silver sees what he can do to stop the bleeding and hopefully save the changeling's life.

>>166633
The bullets seem to have gone through, maybe minus one. Silver applies the last of the coagulant in the open wounds, then closes it with bandages. This may just work.

>>166634
It's not much...but maybe he will live. He does his best to offer a silent prayer to the changeling and his Great Mother to keep him alive.

"Time to let command know, I suppose."

>>166635
The white pegasus approaches the radio the drone was using, and checks it. After tampering with it, he speaks into it.

"WMARE Station is secured. Infiltrators took it over, we took it back. They seem to have been using the tower for communication. We have civilians for evac and wounded."

>>166636
Silver stands up, wince a little from the pain his wounds give him. He thinks the painkillers may be wearing off.

"I wonder how many more changelings are left in city."

>>166637
What isn't numb is in pain.

Spectral Streak answers:
"Fewer than there were this morning."

Then the white pegasus speaks
"Extraction is on the roof."

>>166638
"Roof? Really? Did chariots get back into service?""

Silver shakes his head.

"Either way, we need to gather civilians, tell them evac is here."

>>166639
The white pegasus smiles
"Not quite. But you and other wounded, to the roof. We'll collect civilians."

>>166640
Silver shrugs, and looks at Spec.

"That includes you, young stallion, no buts. Come on, let us go to roof."

Nice game you have here.

>>166643
Um... thank you...

>>166642
Spectral Streak scrunches, then moves his gun to the fore, and starts back towards the door and to the hallway

>>166659
Silver goes to the downed changeling he was talking to, grabbing the automatic rifle he had as well as the ammo he has on him. He turns to the other ponies.

"Do not forget about this one. If he pulls through, he may be able to tell us about plans these changelings had."

>>166660
Silver sees finds no ammo on the drone besides the magazine in the gun... though he may find three magazines on the other downed drone who leans against the wall beneath the row of windows.

The white pegasus, who still holds the phone, answers:
"I think we might just find out before he wakes... the chatter on the radio shows us there's another area of high interest to the changelings. We're going to get you transported over there as quickly as we can. They could use your help.

>>166661
"Sweet Celestia, they sent entire army of infiltrators here, did they not?"

He definitely is grabbing those magazines, then.

>>166662
The magazines are much heavier than for either the Jenny or the Grim. "Probably should have expected as much, and that's not counting the ones picked up in the raids." He answers. "Alright. There's a stairway in the back that will take us to the roof."

>>166663
"Alright, let us go."

Silver follows his directions towards the roof.

>>166664
It's down the hall, and up one more flight of stairs - a staircase that is not the continuation of the main staircase, but the smaller one within the TV station. It leads to a small door that opens on the roof. Behind Silver is the steel television tower itself, and in front of Silver is the view looking north. It's still morning, and the sun is firmly up, though there is a haze. The white pegasus comes out. "Shouldn't take too long at all."

Silver may take a greater look at the city around them

>>166665
Silver looks out at the city, wondering where his family is, if they're safe, if they're thinking about him. He hopes they aren't too worried, he'll be back to them before too long. Hopefully.

>>166666
Silver looks out onto the city that he recognizes as Baltimare, with its small center of high rise buildings, factory complexes, wharfs, piers and the like. Though Silver has hardly memorized the Baltimare skyline, there are a few immediately recognizable differences. The city stretches even further than Silver recalls, with endless rows of near identical looking pink houses. Closer in are rows of densely spaced townhouses with pink, red, white or beige stone or brick; the same three or perhaps four designs repeated endlessly. Closer still are apartment buildings of five or six floors with their windows, balconies, and white stucco exteriors, again often with shared designs. The crowded tenement buildings, and aging rowhouses, with their walls of darker brown brick, and often damaged roofs, have been replaced almost entirely. And there are likewise more multi-story department stores with their beige brick. And in the city center, the Celestial Gulf Insurance and Tall Sails Shipping Company are joined by new, equally tall buildings. Rail lines, that may or may not have been there before, crisscross the city both above the street level and on it, and perhaps even below. The rollercoaster on the pier is still there, but across the bay, the quarantine zone at the immigration facility has been expanded by the demolition of a surrounding building to become something like a small prison with its fences.

The area that has changed the most by far, are the waterside districts of Red Heart and Cowtown, where many city blocks have been leveled and replaced with manufactories made of brick, and apartment buildings. One large section in Red Heart has a large walled in section with new constructions, warehouses, abandoned buildings, and naked dirt.

The city is active in this time. Looking down the streets, Silver can see a street that is completely filled with cars in perfect congestion, and another that is almost entirely clear, and then another with a few moving vehicles. Silver can see smoke coming up to the east by the Seven Friends refinery, a trail of smoke to the south near the bridge, and a much, much larger set of smoke to the west and south in the city center coming from another high-rise building just a little smaller than the one he is on now. There are only a few ships in the harbor, and they are tending to move away from the city, though a couple ships remain docked at the wharves.

The sky above the city and its harbor has only a few clouds, but further off, much further off, are clouds that have no business being as tall as they are. Far across the sea, to the north and the east, are clouds that must surely stretch all the way into space. And to the west, though they are harder to see, are likewise black clouds that are too tall. To the north are more clouds, though smaller and restricted to the terrestrial sphere. But above them all, are lights that streak against the sky. Silver sees what looks like a group of meteors that hang in the sky like comets, and numerous other white streaks of what came before. But above all, over the entire sky, is this haze that dims the day, and makes the entire scene feel darker than it has any right to in broad daylight.

Silver isn't sure if he can see his house from here. He can see across the water to Cherry Hill, and he can see the houses there, but he can't exactly pick out which one, if any, are his. Silver can see the hill that runs along the peninsula, with its houses and trees, and knows that somewhere on the other side, are Pear, Birch, Daffodil, and Powder Flash. Somewhere over that hill....

>>166667
"Wow...you can not recognize this city from how it looked when I first came here. So many new buildings, but...many look almost identical. Not much style or culture to be had."

Naturally, his gaze wanders upwards, towards the streaking lights.

"Those are missiles, yes? I saw television broadcast downstairs, talking about missiles filled with deadly gas. They are headed for Changelings?"

>>166669
They move across the sky slowly, leaving white streaks

The white pegasus looks up
"No, those are not missiles. Those are... meteors, I think. Must be heading towards Changelings. Maybe Olenia or West Equestria. Unless they are circling around."

Silver can hear the things before he can see it, with a consistent "chop chop" sound. But only seconds later, Silver sees a green flying machine moving slowly through the air. It's large, and with a main section that is closest in shape to a pill, with skids, a tail like a windmill, and a glass cockpit above the main fuselage. It hovers in the air, and then lands on the roof perhaps only 35 or so feet from Silver. It is very loud, and pushes currents of air everywhere.

>>166693
Silver has little time to ask questions about meteors before stumbling backwards in a combination of surprise and the force of the wind. He finds he has to yell to have any chance of being understood.

"WHAT KIND OF PLANE IS THAT!?"

>>166695
The white pegaus answers:
"That's uh, that's a Chickpea"

A door opens, and then one pony, then another comes out. Both have that mix of uniform and pants that Silver sees as typical of the Home Guard - what is more special is a jacking and markings that distinguish them as medics

>>166696
Relieved at the appearance of medics, Silver approaches them, fighting against the force of the winds.

"THANK CELESTIA YOU ARE HERE, THERE ARE COUPLE OF OTHER HOME GUARD SOLDIERS HERE THAT GOT BADLY SHOT!"

>>166698
The medic replies:
"GET 'EM ON. WE'RE MOVING EVERYPONY ABLE TO THE TRANSPORT MINISTRY"

>>166699
Silver looks back at the other ponies on the rooftop.

"SOMEPONY GET AZELEA BLOOM, HE NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION MOST OF ALL!"

>>166700
It's the purple pony who replies
"On the way"
After the passage of some seconds, Azelea Bloom is produced, limping but able to move on his own.

>>166701
"OKAY, WHO ELSE IS GETTING ON FOR INJURIES?"

>>166702
"You and you, get on!" The medic points to Silver and to Spectral Streak. Azelea is already being helped up into the vehicle

>>166703
Silver complies, and gets on.

>>166704
Silver goes inside of the vehicle to see aluminum walls, structural ribs, a ladder going up to the cockpit, and several seats and stretchers. It's cramped, but there's enough room for at least a couple ponies to lay down. The interior is quieter than outside, but not by much. The purple pony, at least, is also on the vehicle. The medic comes up to Silver, and starts examining him.
"How are you still standing?!"

Another pony, up in the cockpit, speaks loudly enough to some other, unseen pony, for Silver to hear:
"Did you hear the news?"

>>166705
"That is what first medic said after we got back from clearing train station. I am very strong and resilient pony. Morphine and strong will helps."

Silver listens in on the ponies in the cockpit, wanting to hear the news.

>>166706
"Yeah, well you need more. I'm going to have to try to remove any foreign material, then stitch you up. Here. Let me start with plasma."

The medic inserts an IV into Silver's foreleg, and starts giving Silver plasma and morphine.

Above, the pilots speak to the occupants of the cabin
"You're going to want to hear this" They turn on the radio, and then turn up the volume

"Good morning..." The tone is melancholic. "I must, sigh inform you that we have received confirmation about our earlier report. The Directory has confirmed that our First Counsel was martyred when a device was detonated near her location in Bronclyn... No word yet on any of the details, or of the plans of the Directory for succession, but, we'll keep you posted. This is Morning Wave, with Friends of the Ponies."

The medic stops pressing down on the morphine, and freezes in place, kneeling there next to Silver.

>>166707
Silver only knows the First Consul from her morning announcement, but he knows from the reactions of those around him, she must have been fairly revered. Still, he speaks up to ask a question.

"Any word on Governor Star?"

>>166708
It's actually the purple pony who replies,
"I think he's been evacuated. But I don't really know"

The medic resumes injecting the morphine.

>>166709
Silver lays his head back in relief.

"That is good. I knew him, before he became governor. Good pony. He is who I would pick to become First Consul."

>>166710
"Is that so?" The purple pony looks over to Silver as if to continue conversation, though he looks away with a mix of sadness and fear.

The medic turns Silver onto his side, and says
"Okay... I'm going to begin an extraction. You should be numb by now. Mostly."

>>166711
"As saying goes, it is not my first rodeo. I will ask for something to bite down on if it gets too much."

He looks over at the purple pony, trying not to move too much as to make the medic's job harder.

"This is war, and many more than just our First Consul will be dead before its end. We must be strong, we must stick together, and we will survive." To get the purple pony's mind off of the news, he decides to try to change the subject. "You know, Governor Star shot me in ass once, not long after we met. It was on accident, of course. We were fighting ghouls and ghasts in catacombs found inside flooded quarry here in city, he fired his gun, missed, and bullet ricocheted against catacomb walls, floor and ceiling, and managed to find its way perfectly into my flanks."

>>166713
-It seems that you have been through many adventures and have a lot of experience with the paranormal. Did you have sex with the lady governor?-
Asked a dark and sinister clad black alicorn who showed himself as he entered followed by a blue-pink unicorn with a broken horn, followed by a gryphon smoking a pipe, and a hippogriff and pegasus.
While those in the hall were dumbfounded by the dramatic entrance of the strangers, several zeppelins could be heard outside. The sounds of the zebels broke the grave silence.

>>166666
Checked.

>>166730
Heh.

Where's everypony?

>>166786
It's funny that we post within 24 h between us since I justed check on this thread cuz I was curious how things were going ITT.

Well, good luck on with the rest of your campaign when you start it up again.

>>166786
>>166787
I always leave this thread open on a tab so I can see when there's a reply. It's been a long hiatus but I'm looking forward to playing again.

They will be back sometime.

>>166787
>>166788
>>166789
Glad all frens are around.

>>166786
>>166787
>>166788
>>166789
D'awwwwwww

Thanks little ponies. I'll be replying soon. Work just been... intensive

>>166567
This Saturnalia of dancing figures which Amber sees before her is seen only as projections on the back of her own eyelids. She knows better than to open her eyes at this moment. And if she did, what exactly would she see? Nothing other than constructions of her own mind - the product of limited sensory inputs extruded into shapes and figured molded by the intuitions of space and time... Something different, lesser than the form, the true form of that which is before Amber now.

In all that which was described before, Amber has taken no note of darkness, for black void is, on the back of eyelids just as it is in all things, so dominate and so greatly in preponderance that it is scarcely worth mention. But now, Amber things she sees a rising black smoke in the vision before her, most likely with the background having become ever so slightly luminescent so that blackness may stand out. Amber sees a plume of smoke slowly rising. But it isn't really like smoke. Smoke rises quickly. It changes shape freely. This... this moves more slowly. Almost deliberately. And though its amorphous form is in constinent movement, it is nevertheless cohesive with itself. Perhaps it is more like a cloud of ink underwater, or a deep sea plume... but it isn't quite like that either. For just as what lies before Amber is beyond the ability of the sensory organs to perceive, it is beyond the ability of the rational mind to confine into a single concept, or for any language to capture with a name.

Amber hears a cacophony of noise all around her, and much of it isn't pretty. Leaves shake and rustle with such great thunder that to any other audience, she'd hesitate to play for concern the carefully crafted nuances of her song would go unheard, and unappreciated. Likewise, Amber can hear the loud cracking of rifle shots, and the "zick zack" of cocking actions. Amber can hear loud yelling as the bandits yell to each other, and yell to Boreas. She can hear screaming. But Amber cannot hear her own comrades. They know better than to make any sound.

But all of that is simply annoying distraction. The real work, the real communication, the truth is under her claws right now, as Amber saws away on her viol, swiftly but deftly delivering each note. Her friends have responded in kind, delivering notes of their own. Amber cannot hear every note, to be sure, as some are beyond what may be perceived with her ears. But she can feel them, vibrating her body, and what is more, touching her very soul. Together, they compose a rapturous sonata, and in this moment, Amber feels more firmly than ever before the conviction of a truth she's known since she was a small filly, something she's known long before she ever had a talent for music. Amber intuits that music is the body of harmony, and that harmony is the essence of what is real, that everything around us, even that which seems to our eyes and our hooves to be solid, is, one way or another, built upon a foundation of musical harmony. And what is more, that musical harmony is perhaps the purest expression of the soul.

>>166713
The purple pony smiles, and replies "really?"

A different pony behind him says "No you didn't. you're full of shit." But even he smiles.

Silver can feel a pinch as the medic grips inside of Silver with forceps.

>>166841
Silver does his best not to wince, but it's still clearly an uncomfortable feeling.

"Only thing I am full of are bullets. I swear to you on my honor, we fought undead here in city, and Governor Star accidentally shot me in my ass. He was crack shot with pistols, though. I still remember where it all happened, too, though no doubt company that hired us to clear it out has filled in quarry and built over top of it. Lots of crazy things happened down there on that job. We found mysterious jars of white powder and Governor Star had idea to taste them to see what they were. Turns out they were ashes of dead ponies, enchanted so you could communicate with them in afterlife. Then we got attacked by number of ghasts and one bit Governor Star, giving him curse that would have no doubt turned him into ghast had we not brought him to Cathedral where they removed curse. After that we brought along kirin nun to help deal with them using fire and magic, but she set fire to library inside catacombs thinking they were full of evil tombs. It would have been fine had we not also planned on sealing exit out into quarry to prevent undead's escape, so we had to run back to enterance before fire ate up all of oxygen in catacombs and come back with gas masks and air cannisters."

>>166842
Silver now has a small audience of listening ponies. The skeptical pony says, "Zombies and curses? Ha!"

The purple pony is silent, but then says "Here in Baltimare? It sounds so far away."

Still another pony says "Kirin poising the air sounds right"

"I think you're full of more than just bullets. Hey medic, I want some of that morphine."

The medic says "The 'full of bullets' part is right. Hold still."

>>166850
It's difficult to do while being actively operated on, but Silver tries hard to hold still as he continues his story with a smile.

"You would be surprised, kinds of things one can find in one's own backyard. Anyways, by this point everypony else had given up on finishing job, but not me. There was money to be made, and I would be damned before I left job half-finished. I went down there final time, finding books and notes left behind from pony named Joseph Curwhinny, who lived here some 200 odd years ago. He lost his entire family to plague, and used catacombs underneath his farm to pursue research into necromancy to try to bring them back. He found he could bring back dead bodies bereft of their souls, and he could bring back souls of dead ponies outside of their bodies, but he could never do both at same time. As it turns out souls do not like lingering in this world for long, as Curwhinny found out when he cremated his wife's body and enchanted ashes so he could speak with her. He did find secret to extending his lifespan, becoming lich of sort, but he never figured out how to bring back his wife and foals. He eventually moved on, found new love, married new mare and even had foal with her, before his new wife's jilted former partner rallied townsponies of Baltimare and attacked Curwhinny's farm. His wife and foal were able to escape, but Curwhinny was sealed in sarcophagus inside catacombs, at cost of lives of most of those who went in to attack him. I found his sarcophagus, surrounded by long dead ponies and warnings left behind to not open it, and even found his phylactery that allowed him to live such unnaturally long life. I broke it with help of local priest, Father Maren, hopefully giving Curwhinny his much needed rest and letting him rejoin his dead loved ones."

>>166851
The whole set of ponies in the cabin of the vehicle watch Silver attentively, minus the ponies raised above in the pilot and co pilot's seats, who, if they listen, have no view of Silver. It's actually the skeptical pony who speaks first. He blinks, and says "Well that's horrifying"

The medic, who is now stitching up Silver, says "I think it's kind of sweet. They could be together forever now."

Another pony behind the main set says "yeah..." and looks down.

Spectral Streak says, "I don't think you've told me that one."

>>166852
"Really? Huh...I have no idea why, it is good story. Sadly, destroying Curwhinny's phylactery had no effect on undead that were still there, and even with me fighting my way through to reach his sarcophagus there were still way too many undead to deal with on my own. I contemplated my options. I had found SMG on possession of undead New Marelander soldier in flooded quarry, and made some hoofmade explosives from coffee cannisters, fertilizer, ball bearings, and nails, so I thought I could try to lure them towards me and cut them down in one of tightly packed corridors inside catacombs, but my chances of survival would have likely been low. I was at lost on what to do when I found sudden inspiration...in form of aircraft bomb lodged in quarry wall. It had hit water of flooded quarry first so it never detonated, but it was still very much active and partially submerged underwater. I got to work restarted pumps to drain rest of quarry, I bought potion from little shop here in city called '2 Strong 4 U' to make me hidden to undead, and once quarry was drained I cleared debris from collapsed catacombs entrance. Then I fired into darkness of catacombs, yelled, dropped can of exceptionally stinky bait at my hooves, and ran like Tartarus as horde of undead came flooding out of catacombs and into quarry. I ran as fast as I could up to edge of quarry and saw more undead than I ever had before. There were undead ponies of indeterminate origin, zebra slaves, some ponies who had attacked Curwhinny all those years ago, several undead Equestrian and New Marelander soldiers, one undead knight, and one honest-to-Celestia mummy. I threw rocks down from edge of quarry to lure this horde towards bomb; one even hit bomb and partially dislodged it from its position, making so much noise it drew almost entire horde right to it. I grabbed my trusty Lavender Rifle, aimed at bomb in quarry walls, and...BOOM!" Silver has to keep himself from moving as he says this. "It was loudest sound I had ever heard in my life, my ears were ringing for good couple of minutes as rocks and debris rained around me and I celebrated. Much of quarry was covered in bits, parts, and limbs of exploded undead. No blood, though, I imagine as they were already corpses. Most of horde had been completely destroyed by explosion. Some had been torn limb from limb but were still alive, thrashing about helplessly in little water that was left in quarry without any legs. Only couple of them, including undead knight and mummy, had been outside of blast radius."

>>166853
"Careful" says the medic, who is sewing Silver's flesh

"So you attacked the darkness?" Says the pony in the rear.

"So you attacked the darkness?" Says the skeptical pony

And the purple pony says, "I've always wondered what was down below. Below the city. And what they cleared out these last few years. I always thought there was something unsettling down there. I've heard other stories. Stories like that."