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>>165918
"Over there in the corner." Federklied replies, walking in. Begrudglingly, Erich says,
"He got the bed first..."
Moving deeper into the room, Amber can see Helder laying in the bed with the blanket over him.
Against all odds, Amber sees her viol leaning against the wall, next to the bed.
"Over there in the corner." Federklied replies, walking in. Begrudglingly, Erich says,
"He got the bed first..."
Moving deeper into the room, Amber can see Helder laying in the bed with the blanket over him.
Against all odds, Amber sees her viol leaning against the wall, next to the bed.
>>165919
Amber gratefully picks up the viol, grateful it was not left behind. "You think this is a safe place to stay?" she asks Federkleid. "I saw some of them in the air, and this cabin is in a clearing."
Amber gratefully picks up the viol, grateful it was not left behind. "You think this is a safe place to stay?" she asks Federkleid. "I saw some of them in the air, and this cabin is in a clearing."
>>165920
"I wouldn't bet on it. Helder wants to leave in the night."
Erich, grumpily:
"Which of course is why he took the bed first. So he'll be the only one."
"I wouldn't bet on it. Helder wants to leave in the night."
Erich, grumpily:
"Which of course is why he took the bed first. So he'll be the only one."
>>165921
"He has the best opinion on this matter. Rest up, we'll have to leave whether we are ready or not."
"He has the best opinion on this matter. Rest up, we'll have to leave whether we are ready or not."
>>165922
“We’ll have to cut through the swamps, and to the river. We’ll still pretty far away. We’ll need to keep up the pace.”
“We’ll have to cut through the swamps, and to the river. We’ll still pretty far away. We’ll need to keep up the pace.”
>>165925
Amber attempts to sleep. Though perhaps they should carry on, they have been on the run all day and would surely collapse if they do not rest.
Amber attempts to sleep. Though perhaps they should carry on, they have been on the run all day and would surely collapse if they do not rest.
>>165926
Amber doesn't get to lay down in the bed - that is taken by Helder - or in the chair - Erich and Federklied fight over that, with Erich winning out. But she does get to sit up against the bed, and briefly doze off. She is awakened by Federklied some indeterminate time after nightfall, but after not enough sleep.
"We need to go."
Amber doesn't get to lay down in the bed - that is taken by Helder - or in the chair - Erich and Federklied fight over that, with Erich winning out. But she does get to sit up against the bed, and briefly doze off. She is awakened by Federklied some indeterminate time after nightfall, but after not enough sleep.
"We need to go."
>>165927
Amber nods silently and carefully carries her viol. She looks to make sure the others are ready.
Amber nods silently and carefully carries her viol. She looks to make sure the others are ready.
>>165928
Helder requires a jolt to wake up, looking startled and disappointed to find himself not in his bed. Erich wakes up quickly, but seems to be annoyed that he has to leave now. They are ready
Helder requires a jolt to wake up, looking startled and disappointed to find himself not in his bed. Erich wakes up quickly, but seems to be annoyed that he has to leave now. They are ready
>>165929
Amber leads them out of the cabin onto their way. "We're headed north, but stay as quiet as you can. They will be on the road but even in the woods they might be listening."
Amber leads them out of the cabin onto their way. "We're headed north, but stay as quiet as you can. They will be on the road but even in the woods they might be listening."
>>165930
The griffins walk out a back door, and past the wooden shed, and then carefully move over a barbed wire fence into a set of forest.
Helder nods. Then he says, "It's quicker to follow cattle trails and roads as much as possible, but even these lands are not without griffins. We'll move through the forest as necessary. Quickly. If it takes us too long, they can alert the police in Bronze Hill."
The griffins walk out a back door, and past the wooden shed, and then carefully move over a barbed wire fence into a set of forest.
Helder nods. Then he says, "It's quicker to follow cattle trails and roads as much as possible, but even these lands are not without griffins. We'll move through the forest as necessary. Quickly. If it takes us too long, they can alert the police in Bronze Hill."
>>165931
Amber goes along. "I just hope it is possible to get through Bronze Hill before they do so."
Amber goes along. "I just hope it is possible to get through Bronze Hill before they do so."
>>165932
The group walks north, through forest floors that become increasingly damp, then to a barbed wire fence, then across a field which is within line of sight to a house, then to another barbed wire fence and a trail
The group walks north, through forest floors that become increasingly damp, then to a barbed wire fence, then across a field which is within line of sight to a house, then to another barbed wire fence and a trail
>>165933
Barbed wire fences are oddly common here. When they reach the trail they follow it north, splitting off from it if it does not lead that way.
Barbed wire fences are oddly common here. When they reach the trail they follow it north, splitting off from it if it does not lead that way.
>>165934
Helder
"These farms and pastures are new here. Cleared only a few decades ago. Most of this land is still wild. We'll have to go through it to get to the Griffking."
They enter onto a simple trail flanked by tall trees, and elevated somewhat above the surrounding forests. This trail ends near a house, and converges with a road.
Helder
"These farms and pastures are new here. Cleared only a few decades ago. Most of this land is still wild. We'll have to go through it to get to the Griffking."
They enter onto a simple trail flanked by tall trees, and elevated somewhat above the surrounding forests. This trail ends near a house, and converges with a road.
>>165937
Amber decides not to approach the house, or get seen by its inhabitants, nor brave the openness of the road. Instead, going through the woods is better.
Amber decides not to approach the house, or get seen by its inhabitants, nor brave the openness of the road. Instead, going through the woods is better.
>>165938
Amber steps off of the elevated trail and onto the forest floor to find it is not solid and leaf covered like the broad-leafed forest Amber traversed before, but damp, moss-covered, and slowly giving way to Amber's claws.
Amber steps off of the elevated trail and onto the forest floor to find it is not solid and leaf covered like the broad-leafed forest Amber traversed before, but damp, moss-covered, and slowly giving way to Amber's claws.
hopes to play soon
hopes to read moar soon
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>>165799
Yes. Silver sees a bank of several televisions playing broadcasts, along with a large control panel, and black tables with several reels of film.
Yes. Silver sees a bank of several televisions playing broadcasts, along with a large control panel, and black tables with several reels of film.
>>165940
Amber goes further and further, but the night drags on. Amber's claws drag on too, as the ground goes from damp to outright covered in water. Eventually, the terrain is more or less impassible, becoming sunken forest.
Amber goes further and further, but the night drags on. Amber's claws drag on too, as the ground goes from damp to outright covered in water. Eventually, the terrain is more or less impassible, becoming sunken forest.
>>166070
Oh, televisions! This is the first time Silver has gotten to see so much television broadcasting. What are they playing?
Oh, televisions! This is the first time Silver has gotten to see so much television broadcasting. What are they playing?
>>166071
This is an unfortunate development, and Amber becomes worried that, despite the assurances of her friends, it will be impossible to traverse anywhere in the direction they need to go. Nonetheless, the party turns right and skirts the edge of this impassible terrain.
This is an unfortunate development, and Amber becomes worried that, despite the assurances of her friends, it will be impossible to traverse anywhere in the direction they need to go. Nonetheless, the party turns right and skirts the edge of this impassible terrain.
Just a little post to show this isn't abandoned. I'll continue the story sometime soon, when I am less busy
[YouTube] Vera Lynn - We'll Meet Again![]()
[YouTube] Vera Lynn - We'll Meet Again
>>166072
Several of them are playing clips.
The first clip Silver notices is on the far left. This must be a live broadcast, because the quality of the image is poor, regularly covered in 'snow,' or breaking up in static. All the same, Silver can make out tremendous detail as the camera pans across what seems to be a group of soldiers standing in a trench. The trench itself is well built, with concrete walls and a wooden cover above. The soldiers are packed against the wall in a dense line, most standing, some sitting, and many at various angles to the wall, but by and large facing the camera. There's something decidedly unnatural about their appearance. Whereas the soldiers of yesteryear were noble born stallions who stood straight and firmly in amber clad armor that accentuated and never covered their legs, horns, and wings, the row of conscripts staring back at the camera wear gas masks with large dual filters and rubber covered goggles that give them an almost insect-like appearance. Their heads are sheathed in thick steel helmets that bend out and cover the back of their necks, do not allow the ears to poke through, and only begrudgingly admit of the few unicorn horns. Their backs and sides are covered in what must be several inches of thick nylon. Nylon pads cover their legs, and no wings can be seen, though several bulky outfits attest to hidden appendages. They carry big heavy sacks on their backs, although half at least have taken these packs off and placed them beside or in front of them. Most carry Jenny battle rifles, some pointed up, some on the side, and some let their rifle point carelessly whichever way, even directly at the camera. But most let it simply slump down on the sling or have taken it off and lean it against the concrete wall. Through these cocoons of rubber, nylon and steel, there is a glimpse of the ponies beneath. Hindquarters press firmly against the concrete walls and back against the edges, tails bend in between their legs, and iris in every shade of grey peer back at the camera. They are ponies, after all.
The camera moves further along the trench, before cutting to a pair of ponies with large steel cylinders on their backs, and even thicker goggles and jackets. They carry thin, pointed devices linked by rubber hoses to their backs. And though Silver knows what these are, the narrator explains. These shock troops will help to clear out the webwork of Changeling tunnels once they get there. The camera cuts again, to show a perspective beyond the trench of the yet to be liberated Equestria. Only the tops of trees and distant foothills can be distinguished in the grainy image, beneath a gray and black sky. Small objects trailing dark gray smoke fall down at angles as the footage plays.
Moving over to the next screen, Silver sees what seems to be an earth pony mare and her foals. The angle of the shot allows only the edges of bushes and a paved road to be visible at the bottom of the screen, instead focusing the image almost entirely on a clear blue sky and the ponies within. A mare moves forward, dragging a large bag. She wears a rather nice semi-formal dress that must be green with a band around her middle. Her tail is long, and like her mane, kept up with a tie. Her coat is a soft color, perhaps pink. One, two, three foals of varying sizes follow her. The smallest one stops for a moment, looking back, and the mare in turn stops, sets her bag down, goes back towards the smallest foal, and with a hoof drags him forward, before using the same hoof to pick up her bag and start walking again. What makes the scene different is that every pony in it is wearing a mask - a large, black rubber mask held on the head with a cloth band, with thick goggles that completely obscures the face and muzzle and capped at the end with a pair of short green cylindrical cartridges. The large, rounded ears stand out from the almost insect-like face. The narrator states: "Precautionary evacuations of major urban centers continue."
The next screen is likewise seen for only a few seconds, and is even grainer, with static appearing almost like snow. The camera's perspective is from a road on a small hill, with a few houses of an architectural style Silver knew in his youth below in the foreground. In the distance, Silver sees a cityscape of low buildings, powerlines, smokestacks, and the tops of church steeples that he finds a little too familiar. Much of what is visible is on fire, or at least spewing black smoke, and most of the cityscape is obscured by a black cloud that now consumes the sky. This black cloud rises into the sky with a mushroom shape, with a base and a top almost as wide the city itself. The narrator sorrowfully tells, "Coltsyn has fallen to an infiltrator's attack."
On another screen, briefly, Silver sees another, grainier image. Looking across a bay and beneath rock-capped, tree covered foothills, Silver can see a city of low, foreign-looking, tall-roofed buildings, many ruined, collapsed, or washed away with receding water. In the gloomy skies, Silver can see dots falling with black tails, and thick dust rising in the distance.
Still another screen shows a pony in a white-walled room using magic to insert a pair of glass spheres in an odd container into an opened side of what seems to be a large rocket. This pony wears not only the now expected mask, but thicker goggles, and is completely covered in a thick, presumably rubber suit. Even the horn and tail are covered by rubber.
The narrator explains that this little pony is inserting sarin precursors into a home guard artillery rocket. Sarin, you see, must be stored as its precursors, lest it decay. That the minotaurs of the Asterionese Republic would betray their benefactors in this time of weakness is disappointing, to be sure, but nothing the Republic has not prepared for. Over a hundred thousand tons of Sarin nerve gas were manufactured and distributed, including to the garrison in the Griffonian territories.
[Read more] Several of them are playing clips.
The first clip Silver notices is on the far left. This must be a live broadcast, because the quality of the image is poor, regularly covered in 'snow,' or breaking up in static. All the same, Silver can make out tremendous detail as the camera pans across what seems to be a group of soldiers standing in a trench. The trench itself is well built, with concrete walls and a wooden cover above. The soldiers are packed against the wall in a dense line, most standing, some sitting, and many at various angles to the wall, but by and large facing the camera. There's something decidedly unnatural about their appearance. Whereas the soldiers of yesteryear were noble born stallions who stood straight and firmly in amber clad armor that accentuated and never covered their legs, horns, and wings, the row of conscripts staring back at the camera wear gas masks with large dual filters and rubber covered goggles that give them an almost insect-like appearance. Their heads are sheathed in thick steel helmets that bend out and cover the back of their necks, do not allow the ears to poke through, and only begrudgingly admit of the few unicorn horns. Their backs and sides are covered in what must be several inches of thick nylon. Nylon pads cover their legs, and no wings can be seen, though several bulky outfits attest to hidden appendages. They carry big heavy sacks on their backs, although half at least have taken these packs off and placed them beside or in front of them. Most carry Jenny battle rifles, some pointed up, some on the side, and some let their rifle point carelessly whichever way, even directly at the camera. But most let it simply slump down on the sling or have taken it off and lean it against the concrete wall. Through these cocoons of rubber, nylon and steel, there is a glimpse of the ponies beneath. Hindquarters press firmly against the concrete walls and back against the edges, tails bend in between their legs, and iris in every shade of grey peer back at the camera. They are ponies, after all.
The camera moves further along the trench, before cutting to a pair of ponies with large steel cylinders on their backs, and even thicker goggles and jackets. They carry thin, pointed devices linked by rubber hoses to their backs. And though Silver knows what these are, the narrator explains. These shock troops will help to clear out the webwork of Changeling tunnels once they get there. The camera cuts again, to show a perspective beyond the trench of the yet to be liberated Equestria. Only the tops of trees and distant foothills can be distinguished in the grainy image, beneath a gray and black sky. Small objects trailing dark gray smoke fall down at angles as the footage plays.
Moving over to the next screen, Silver sees what seems to be an earth pony mare and her foals. The angle of the shot allows only the edges of bushes and a paved road to be visible at the bottom of the screen, instead focusing the image almost entirely on a clear blue sky and the ponies within. A mare moves forward, dragging a large bag. She wears a rather nice semi-formal dress that must be green with a band around her middle. Her tail is long, and like her mane, kept up with a tie. Her coat is a soft color, perhaps pink. One, two, three foals of varying sizes follow her. The smallest one stops for a moment, looking back, and the mare in turn stops, sets her bag down, goes back towards the smallest foal, and with a hoof drags him forward, before using the same hoof to pick up her bag and start walking again. What makes the scene different is that every pony in it is wearing a mask - a large, black rubber mask held on the head with a cloth band, with thick goggles that completely obscures the face and muzzle and capped at the end with a pair of short green cylindrical cartridges. The large, rounded ears stand out from the almost insect-like face. The narrator states: "Precautionary evacuations of major urban centers continue."
The next screen is likewise seen for only a few seconds, and is even grainer, with static appearing almost like snow. The camera's perspective is from a road on a small hill, with a few houses of an architectural style Silver knew in his youth below in the foreground. In the distance, Silver sees a cityscape of low buildings, powerlines, smokestacks, and the tops of church steeples that he finds a little too familiar. Much of what is visible is on fire, or at least spewing black smoke, and most of the cityscape is obscured by a black cloud that now consumes the sky. This black cloud rises into the sky with a mushroom shape, with a base and a top almost as wide the city itself. The narrator sorrowfully tells, "Coltsyn has fallen to an infiltrator's attack."
On another screen, briefly, Silver sees another, grainier image. Looking across a bay and beneath rock-capped, tree covered foothills, Silver can see a city of low, foreign-looking, tall-roofed buildings, many ruined, collapsed, or washed away with receding water. In the gloomy skies, Silver can see dots falling with black tails, and thick dust rising in the distance.
Still another screen shows a pony in a white-walled room using magic to insert a pair of glass spheres in an odd container into an opened side of what seems to be a large rocket. This pony wears not only the now expected mask, but thicker goggles, and is completely covered in a thick, presumably rubber suit. Even the horn and tail are covered by rubber.
The narrator explains that this little pony is inserting sarin precursors into a home guard artillery rocket. Sarin, you see, must be stored as its precursors, lest it decay. That the minotaurs of the Asterionese Republic would betray their benefactors in this time of weakness is disappointing, to be sure, but nothing the Republic has not prepared for. Over a hundred thousand tons of Sarin nerve gas were manufactured and distributed, including to the garrison in the Griffonian territories.
>>166293
Feels like it's been an eternity, but we're back!
Silver has to physically stop, the neverending flow of sights, sounds, and information giving him a brief sense of sensory overload. Each image adds to the tragedy that is playing out before him, in this time. Even compared to the Great War...this is too much. The armor those soldiers are wearing, while no doubt effective, make them look more like machines of war than they ever did before, and the image of the mare fleeing with her foals causes him to hope that his own wife and foals have made it safely out of the city. But most of all, seeing Coltsyn, the heart of the Motherland with its ancient name restored, on fire does more to break his heart than even hearing that Canterlot was destroyed. All of that history, his people's history, wiped out in such a short time...
He registers the story on the missiles, not really knowing what this "Sarin" is except that nerve gas sounds like a particularly bad way to die. A sense that the world is coming to an end lingers in the back of his mind.
He has a mission to complete, however, and as he is untrained in how to control the bank of televisions, he returns to the hallway and continues onwards clearing the floor.
[Read more] Feels like it's been an eternity, but we're back!
Silver has to physically stop, the neverending flow of sights, sounds, and information giving him a brief sense of sensory overload. Each image adds to the tragedy that is playing out before him, in this time. Even compared to the Great War...this is too much. The armor those soldiers are wearing, while no doubt effective, make them look more like machines of war than they ever did before, and the image of the mare fleeing with her foals causes him to hope that his own wife and foals have made it safely out of the city. But most of all, seeing Coltsyn, the heart of the Motherland with its ancient name restored, on fire does more to break his heart than even hearing that Canterlot was destroyed. All of that history, his people's history, wiped out in such a short time...
He registers the story on the missiles, not really knowing what this "Sarin" is except that nerve gas sounds like a particularly bad way to die. A sense that the world is coming to an end lingers in the back of his mind.
He has a mission to complete, however, and as he is untrained in how to control the bank of televisions, he returns to the hallway and continues onwards clearing the floor.
>>166301
But in the moments before he leaves, one last lonely screen, located on a desk by the entrance opposite the main bank of screens, plays its broadcast to an audience that by now must surely be occupied with more important matters.
The screen shows what must be a street view of a pair of Homeguard soldiers standing next to a truck, pointing machine carbines at a pair of ponies, one of whom lays prostrate on the street, while the other kneels with his forehooves in the air, looking up at his captors. But this image is not viewed for even a second.
The image cuts away to show a black screen with the flags and symbols Silver saw before on the television at his ocean-side house. Music plays, and a voice proclaims, "An important message from the Office of the First Consul." The image cuts a rather clear visual of a now familiar office, with flags in the back, a desk in the foreground that is largely cut off by the close angle of the camera, and a young, light-colored mare in the middle. She is leaned back in a chair, turned slightly on her side and facing the camera. She leans forward toward the camera and places her hooves on the desk.
"Hello ponies" she says, with serious eyes and a voice that does not sound pleased. "Our diplomatic sources have confirmed what we thought at first must be a Changeling trick. The Griffonian Empire has issued a formal Declaration of war against our United Pony Republics, and her Sister Republics. Thousands of their troops have crossed over the borders into the Falcor and Puimont Republics. Revolts have broken out in these and other areas, though whether these revolts are the fifth column of some malign Imperial design, or the coincidental products of a perfidious griffin nature, is not known."
She moves back in her chair, and stares at the camera with a serious expression and focused eyes. Then she places each forehoof on the arm of her chair and leans back. She smiles, though the angry expressions of her face suggest the smile is not intended to make light of a serious situation.
"Did the griffins think that because our ground forces were elsewhere, that we were defenseless against their attacks? Did they think us unprepared? Did their limited minds not comprehend that we can strike them in other ways?" She moves in her chair again, back over her desk. She drops the smile and has a blank, unpleased expression. "For centuries, Equestrians left the Griffonian Empire in peace, even as they ravaged, stole from, and oppressed our kinfolk. We have always pursued a policy of peace and cooperation. And now in this defining hour of our young republic, they have revealed to us who they really are. Who they always have been, and always shall be. Peaceful coexistence is not possible."
She pauses, and looks over to her left, turning her head. Silver can see the freckles under her right eye. A smile slowly builds across her face. "Heh heh heh heh" she laughs, and neither the smile nor the laughter seem reflective of any lightening in her disposition. She looks back at the camera with wide smile showing her bright white rows of teeth, and purposeful eyes. Both hooves are planted firmly on the table. She speaks in a softer tone,
"For centuries, Comet Giotto was viewed by the superstitious Griffins of their Empire as a portent of doom, foretelling personal calamity, or national catastrophe, as it made its pass across the sky above. Well, my little ponies, as Comet Giotto makes its final pass through their skies this afternoon, the Empire will find out just how prescient their ancestors were."
A short pause, and she leans back yet again. "Heh heh heh heh. Our crusade continues unabated. We shall have unity, or else death. Justice shall be done, may the heavens fall. Long live the Republic."
The feed cuts off, showing the symbols again. No music plays.
[Read more] But in the moments before he leaves, one last lonely screen, located on a desk by the entrance opposite the main bank of screens, plays its broadcast to an audience that by now must surely be occupied with more important matters.
The screen shows what must be a street view of a pair of Homeguard soldiers standing next to a truck, pointing machine carbines at a pair of ponies, one of whom lays prostrate on the street, while the other kneels with his forehooves in the air, looking up at his captors. But this image is not viewed for even a second.
The image cuts away to show a black screen with the flags and symbols Silver saw before on the television at his ocean-side house. Music plays, and a voice proclaims, "An important message from the Office of the First Consul." The image cuts a rather clear visual of a now familiar office, with flags in the back, a desk in the foreground that is largely cut off by the close angle of the camera, and a young, light-colored mare in the middle. She is leaned back in a chair, turned slightly on her side and facing the camera. She leans forward toward the camera and places her hooves on the desk.
"Hello ponies" she says, with serious eyes and a voice that does not sound pleased. "Our diplomatic sources have confirmed what we thought at first must be a Changeling trick. The Griffonian Empire has issued a formal Declaration of war against our United Pony Republics, and her Sister Republics. Thousands of their troops have crossed over the borders into the Falcor and Puimont Republics. Revolts have broken out in these and other areas, though whether these revolts are the fifth column of some malign Imperial design, or the coincidental products of a perfidious griffin nature, is not known."
She moves back in her chair, and stares at the camera with a serious expression and focused eyes. Then she places each forehoof on the arm of her chair and leans back. She smiles, though the angry expressions of her face suggest the smile is not intended to make light of a serious situation.
"Did the griffins think that because our ground forces were elsewhere, that we were defenseless against their attacks? Did they think us unprepared? Did their limited minds not comprehend that we can strike them in other ways?" She moves in her chair again, back over her desk. She drops the smile and has a blank, unpleased expression. "For centuries, Equestrians left the Griffonian Empire in peace, even as they ravaged, stole from, and oppressed our kinfolk. We have always pursued a policy of peace and cooperation. And now in this defining hour of our young republic, they have revealed to us who they really are. Who they always have been, and always shall be. Peaceful coexistence is not possible."
She pauses, and looks over to her left, turning her head. Silver can see the freckles under her right eye. A smile slowly builds across her face. "Heh heh heh heh" she laughs, and neither the smile nor the laughter seem reflective of any lightening in her disposition. She looks back at the camera with wide smile showing her bright white rows of teeth, and purposeful eyes. Both hooves are planted firmly on the table. She speaks in a softer tone,
"For centuries, Comet Giotto was viewed by the superstitious Griffins of their Empire as a portent of doom, foretelling personal calamity, or national catastrophe, as it made its pass across the sky above. Well, my little ponies, as Comet Giotto makes its final pass through their skies this afternoon, the Empire will find out just how prescient their ancestors were."
A short pause, and she leans back yet again. "Heh heh heh heh. Our crusade continues unabated. We shall have unity, or else death. Justice shall be done, may the heavens fall. Long live the Republic."
The feed cuts off, showing the symbols again. No music plays.
>>166303
This sudden announcement makes Silver pause. It makes sense to him, after all: the Hegemony and the Empire were allies for far longer than either of them were allies to New Mareland or these 'Republics'. Of course they would join together in this war. Those final statements by the First Consul, however, send a chill up Silver's spine. To him, it sounds like she fully intends to bring about the end of the world, in the name of victory. He finds himself longing for the days when the only things he thought could do that were long-gone mythical creatures like Windigoes.
He tells himself to focus on the task at hoof, and continue clearing the building of hostiles.
This sudden announcement makes Silver pause. It makes sense to him, after all: the Hegemony and the Empire were allies for far longer than either of them were allies to New Mareland or these 'Republics'. Of course they would join together in this war. Those final statements by the First Consul, however, send a chill up Silver's spine. To him, it sounds like she fully intends to bring about the end of the world, in the name of victory. He finds himself longing for the days when the only things he thought could do that were long-gone mythical creatures like Windigoes.
He tells himself to focus on the task at hoof, and continue clearing the building of hostiles.
>>166304
Silver sees Spectral Streak walk up behind him within his peripheral vision, followed shortly by the Salmon stallion.
"Alright, this part of the floor is cleared. That just leaves the far end."
Silver sees Spectral Streak walk up behind him within his peripheral vision, followed shortly by the Salmon stallion.
"Alright, this part of the floor is cleared. That just leaves the far end."
>>166310
Silver looks back at the two stallions, then at Spec directly.
"What are your siblings' names?"
Silver looks back at the two stallions, then at Spec directly.
"What are your siblings' names?"
>>166311
He looks back at Silver and pauses for a moment, though only very briefly.
"White Light, Silver Rain" looking away "Brown Birch, White Orchid, Mint Marine, Powder Flash. I forget the little one... Daffodil. And my mother?"
He looks back at Silver and pauses for a moment, though only very briefly.
"White Light, Silver Rain" looking away "Brown Birch, White Orchid, Mint Marine, Powder Flash. I forget the little one... Daffodil. And my mother?"
>>166314
"Good." He addresses the both of them now. "Let us go to next floor then, together. It is possible more survivors may be found."
"Good." He addresses the both of them now. "Let us go to next floor then, together. It is possible more survivors may be found."
>>166315
Spectral Streak nods and moves his rifle to a low-ready position. Does Silver know precisely, where he will go?
Spectral Streak nods and moves his rifle to a low-ready position. Does Silver know precisely, where he will go?
>>166316
Silver is going to retrace his steps back towards the central stairwell to get to the next floor. Presumably as they work their way carefully back towards the stairwell, he relays the major points of information he learned from the bank of televisions.
"Coltsyn got firebombed, badly, and Griffonian Empire has joined war on side of Hegemony. It is officially worse than Great War."
Silver is going to retrace his steps back towards the central stairwell to get to the next floor. Presumably as they work their way carefully back towards the stairwell, he relays the major points of information he learned from the bank of televisions.
"Coltsyn got firebombed, badly, and Griffonian Empire has joined war on side of Hegemony. It is officially worse than Great War."
>>166317
Spectral Streak:
"What, those bastards! We can't kill enough of them, I swear."
Salmon pony:
"Who's winning?"
Silver thinks he hears a voice somewhere from behind, though who can tell? The walls are littered with bullet holes, as they pass the few insectoid corpses they left before.
Spectral Streak:
"What, those bastards! We can't kill enough of them, I swear."
Salmon pony:
"Who's winning?"
Silver thinks he hears a voice somewhere from behind, though who can tell? The walls are littered with bullet holes, as they pass the few insectoid corpses they left before.
[1d20+3 = (13+3) = 16]
>>166318
Listen: Silver stops in his tracks, motioning for the others to halt as he listens carefully.
>>166318
Listen: Silver stops in his tracks, motioning for the others to halt as he listens carefully.
>>166319
Nothing. And then, brief, subdued talking. Most likely ponish language. From behind. Then silence.
Nothing. And then, brief, subdued talking. Most likely ponish language. From behind. Then silence.
>>166320
Silver keeps his Jenny at the ready as he addresses the source of the sounds.
"Baltimare Home Guard. Identify yourselves."
Silver keeps his Jenny at the ready as he addresses the source of the sounds.
"Baltimare Home Guard. Identify yourselves."
>>166321
Is Silver brandishing a Jenny, or a Grim?
Silver looks down the hallway to see... a left turn in the hallway. There is no reply
Is Silver brandishing a Jenny, or a Grim?
Silver looks down the hallway to see... a left turn in the hallway. There is no reply
>>166322
Hmm...he probably should brandish the Grim, since he actually has the ammo for it. He carefully moves towards the hallway on the left.
Hmm...he probably should brandish the Grim, since he actually has the ammo for it. He carefully moves towards the hallway on the left.
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