Ambergriff wonders her way through the bog at night, looking for safety. Silver leads a heroic assault on the infiltrators before they can destroy the city. Both will have to wake soon...
Hopefully Spark's line will continue soon as well.
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>>167611
Amber doesn't signal to them out of fear of being noticed. It may be a sleepy small town but the radical political changes happening nearby will still have everygriff on edge. Instead she walks officially to the platform where the desire train will arrive, letting the others follow at a distance. She glances at the conductors for the other trains to see what they do.
Amber doesn't signal to them out of fear of being noticed. It may be a sleepy small town but the radical political changes happening nearby will still have everygriff on edge. Instead she walks officially to the platform where the desire train will arrive, letting the others follow at a distance. She glances at the conductors for the other trains to see what they do.
>>167613
With the group safely across and now against the side of the ministry, can Silver peer into one of the open windows to see if it's safe?
With the group safely across and now against the side of the ministry, can Silver peer into one of the open windows to see if it's safe?
>>167616
Well, that seems easy enough….
Amber double checks to make sure that there isn't some other detail she's forgotten. This plan can't go awry after all.
Well, that seems easy enough….
Amber double checks to make sure that there isn't some other detail she's forgotten. This plan can't go awry after all.
>>167617
The best made plans of mice and mares and all that... Amber is still very tired. A few minutes now and the train will be arriving from Griffenhiem, before driving straight through to Soldau, and from there, who cares.
The best made plans of mice and mares and all that... Amber is still very tired. A few minutes now and the train will be arriving from Griffenhiem, before driving straight through to Soldau, and from there, who cares.
>>167618
Fair enough. Amber can have only a few minutes of reprieve before the mimicry skills of her and her friends are put to the test, hopefully for the last time.
Fair enough. Amber can have only a few minutes of reprieve before the mimicry skills of her and her friends are put to the test, hopefully for the last time.
>>167619
It's not a comfortable wait, but with time, KaiserlicheBahn Train 114 from Griffinheim to Hellquill arrives into Kronburg Hauptbahnhof.
Amber sees the train conductor get out onto the platform, as well as what appears to be two porters. This, besides the griffins on the train who exit on the platform.
It's not a comfortable wait, but with time, KaiserlicheBahn Train 114 from Griffinheim to Hellquill arrives into Kronburg Hauptbahnhof.
Amber sees the train conductor get out onto the platform, as well as what appears to be two porters. This, besides the griffins on the train who exit on the platform.
>>167620
Amber approaches the other conductor and salutes. "Well met. I will be taking on your duties for this train."
Amber approaches the other conductor and salutes. "Well met. I will be taking on your duties for this train."
>>167622
Amber sighs. "They didn't telegram you in time? Well no matter. This junction is experiencing a bit of a staffing shortage and extra personnel had to be called in. You're going to be needed elsewhere."
Amber sighs. "They didn't telegram you in time? Well no matter. This junction is experiencing a bit of a staffing shortage and extra personnel had to be called in. You're going to be needed elsewhere."
>>167624
"It's inconvenient, I know, but at least you'll be able to stretch your wings a bit."
Diplomacy: [1d20+4 = (17+4) = 21]
"It's inconvenient, I know, but at least you'll be able to stretch your wings a bit."
Diplomacy: [1d20+4 = (17+4) = 21]
>>167626
Amber scratches her head feathers, looking a little befuddled. "I'm not the coordinator of all this. All I know is that I belong here."
Amber scratches her head feathers, looking a little befuddled. "I'm not the coordinator of all this. All I know is that I belong here."
>>167616
Silver looks. Their exposed state is very temporary, he just needs to make sure they're not jumping into an ambush.
Silver looks. Their exposed state is very temporary, he just needs to make sure they're not jumping into an ambush.
>>167629
Phew. Well, that's another big obstacle out of the way. Amber once again checks her pocket watch very professionally, waits at the front of the train, and watches the passengers leave the train.
Phew. Well, that's another big obstacle out of the way. Amber once again checks her pocket watch very professionally, waits at the front of the train, and watches the passengers leave the train.
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Is Posie around?
>>167653
Yeah, I was just sort of waiting to play. I figured there was more approval stuff to be decided or I had to wait until there was an entry point.
Yeah, I was just sort of waiting to play. I figured there was more approval stuff to be decided or I had to wait until there was an entry point.
>>167656
Well, I have more or less decided on the description of Posey's travels. And I think we could do the first few areas before settling down on her exact combat skills (although she may need to do skill checks for other purposes).
Before starting, could you give any insight as to what you want posey to do shortly after her arrival? Also, if you could answer
What is her cover story (like where she is from?)
Why she's there
Who, if anyone, she intends to meet or stay with
Where, or at least what sort of place she wants to stay at
What she's looking to do on a daily basis (if there is any answer besides "adventuring." "Adventuring" is fine)
Well, I have more or less decided on the description of Posey's travels. And I think we could do the first few areas before settling down on her exact combat skills (although she may need to do skill checks for other purposes).
Before starting, could you give any insight as to what you want posey to do shortly after her arrival? Also, if you could answer
What is her cover story (like where she is from?)
Why she's there
Who, if anyone, she intends to meet or stay with
Where, or at least what sort of place she wants to stay at
What she's looking to do on a daily basis (if there is any answer besides "adventuring." "Adventuring" is fine)
>>167658
>What is her cover story
She's a Necrologist: a death expert. She has arrived looking for work, as such skills are in high demand during wartimes.
>where she is from?
A random pony-inhabited country in northern griffonia that is not hostile to Equestria, preferably one obscure enough to make cross examination difficult.
>Why she's there
To establish a firm hoofhold for the Dread League in Equestria for future domination.
But really, she wants to explore, practice her art, and develop her personal powers.
>Who, if anyone, she intends to meet or stay with
Her adopted child, Gloomy, is to be with her at all times.
Upon arrival, she'd immediately seek out any contacts in the Dread League, as she is obliged to tithe to her mentor.
Her eventual cohorts, Thresher and Caligo, could arrive whenever is convenient for you.
>Where, or at least what sort of place she wants to stay at
A haunted mansion, a graveyard, a battlefield, a morgue, an abandoned factory, an ancient castle or wizard lair, or a similar spooky place with access to corpses, magic, and/or people nobody will miss for the purpose of furthering her research.
Or any place with roaming undead for her to converse with, study, battle and/or dominate.
It needs to have at least some breathable air, because Gloomy is still alive and Posie would prefer to keep him that way until he's ripe.
>What she's looking to do on a daily basis (if there is any answer besides "adventuring." "Adventuring" is fine)
Carrying out missions for her master in the Dread League (if available). Researching and exploring Eldritch secrets. Making money to fuel her spellcasting. Violence of any kind (gotta level up). Establishing a cool lair and base of operations. Practicing her magic in any way possible. Making deals with Eldritch beings. Observing and understanding the undead.
And maybe actually looking for jobs as a necrologist, if all else fails: her skillsets are apprentice mage, mortician, arcane expert, monster-hunter, and undead consultant.
>What is her cover story
She's a Necrologist: a death expert. She has arrived looking for work, as such skills are in high demand during wartimes.
>where she is from?
A random pony-inhabited country in northern griffonia that is not hostile to Equestria, preferably one obscure enough to make cross examination difficult.
>Why she's there
To establish a firm hoofhold for the Dread League in Equestria for future domination.
But really, she wants to explore, practice her art, and develop her personal powers.
>Who, if anyone, she intends to meet or stay with
Her adopted child, Gloomy, is to be with her at all times.
Upon arrival, she'd immediately seek out any contacts in the Dread League, as she is obliged to tithe to her mentor.
Her eventual cohorts, Thresher and Caligo, could arrive whenever is convenient for you.
>Where, or at least what sort of place she wants to stay at
A haunted mansion, a graveyard, a battlefield, a morgue, an abandoned factory, an ancient castle or wizard lair, or a similar spooky place with access to corpses, magic, and/or people nobody will miss for the purpose of furthering her research.
Or any place with roaming undead for her to converse with, study, battle and/or dominate.
It needs to have at least some breathable air, because Gloomy is still alive and Posie would prefer to keep him that way until he's ripe.
>What she's looking to do on a daily basis (if there is any answer besides "adventuring." "Adventuring" is fine)
Carrying out missions for her master in the Dread League (if available). Researching and exploring Eldritch secrets. Making money to fuel her spellcasting. Violence of any kind (gotta level up). Establishing a cool lair and base of operations. Practicing her magic in any way possible. Making deals with Eldritch beings. Observing and understanding the undead.
And maybe actually looking for jobs as a necrologist, if all else fails: her skillsets are apprentice mage, mortician, arcane expert, monster-hunter, and undead consultant.
>>167659
Perfect.
Posie's mentor in Magehold, Dark Tides, has given her a dossier for her relocation to the Equestria. This dossier is not written by Dark Tides alone, but with notes taken from correspondence with Dark Tides' contact in Equestria, an alleged unicorn pony stallion currently going by the name "Licorice Lament," who is to be Posie's own contact and mentor in Equestria.
Equestria was established around same time the first advance of the Dread forces were repulsed in Northern Griffonia, and has since become the paragon of "Harmony," and all that to which the Dread League is opposed. Already likely the largest and wealthiest nation on the planet, with the arrival of the group of ponyville friends, Equestria seemed poised to dominate and impose it's harmonic ideology on all others. To great fortune, if not surprise, of observers in the Dread League, Equestria was toppled by a combination of the enemies it provoked, and the revolutionary forces of "harmony" that it unleashed, and split in two. But Equestria has always been ruled as a despotate, and though the rulers at the top may change, so much does not and the ground and even middle levels.
Equestria remains overflowing with magic, both ancient and modern, in its practitioners and antique artifacts. It remains one of the wealthiest and most industrialized of all nations per capita and on the whole, putting the Dread League's stagnation to shame. And though the revision of the concept of "friendship" and "harmony" over the past dozen years has brough competing interpretations of the concept, there is no denying that it has brought a revival.
Equestria is the original home of many of the necromancers and vampires of the Dread League. And just as they learned from Equestria, so too must Rosie Ring. She must learn it's power and its horror, so that she may understand why it must be destroyed, and why destroying it will not be easy. Death is transformative by nature; it does not create so much as take something living and make it, well, less so. And so too must the Dread League take knowledge of both the magical and the mundane from that greatest of all the living lands - the land, if no longer the Principality, of Equestria - and transform it into knowledge that advances the grand plan of the Dread League.
The offensive to drive out those last holdouts of Arcturius will commence shortly. Posie's sojourn will either last until the final preparations for the great, Black Crusade, at which point she shall join with her masters, or she shall remain in Equestria as a part of a cell, ready to weaken Equestria before it can counter. Eitherway, Posie is ordered to begin her journey in the Equestrian City of Baltimare, a city that is no longer a part of the Principality of Equestria, but is now a part of the Baltimare Governate, a protectorate under the control of the New Mareland State.
The first rule of life in Equestria, and this comes from Licorice Lament, is that the new controllers of the region are anal about identifying everypony. Posie is going to have to carry around identity cards, or else get detained as a possible rebel. Posie must, to avoid unnecessary hassle, present herself to Immigration authorities as she enters Baltimare. She may use her real name (why not), and use the cover story that she is from the nation of Firtree in the Griffonian North, from the city of Bonedrift. What's that? Posie doesn't know anything about "Firtree" or "Bonedrift"? Well neither do the custom's agents. She can make things up; just know that "Bonedrift" probably isn't literally filled with buildings made of bones. Probably. Never really been there. But, you know, that's not really something the living do. Except sometimes in crypts and chapels, but nevermind that. Posie is looking to study medicine at Jim Haykin's University and has secured acceptance to the program. She has not, however, secured a place to stay inside of the city, and thus will be staying upon her arrival at a house of a contact of Bonedrift University outside of the city.
And another thing. Posie's mission requires a low profile. And more than that, it requires obtaining quite a few things from ponies in Baltimare; it requires interactions with the living, non-livestock folk. So, Posie will have to refrain from killing the regular cityfolk. And refrain from referring to them as serfs or livestock. She will have to... interact with them normally. Yes yes, it's a rather vague and ill defined order, and not a little demeaning. But it comes from Dark Tides himself, so it must be obeyed to the best of Posie's ability. At least she isn't ordered to... make friends. Yuck!
Perfect.
Posie's mentor in Magehold, Dark Tides, has given her a dossier for her relocation to the Equestria. This dossier is not written by Dark Tides alone, but with notes taken from correspondence with Dark Tides' contact in Equestria, an alleged unicorn pony stallion currently going by the name "Licorice Lament," who is to be Posie's own contact and mentor in Equestria.
Equestria was established around same time the first advance of the Dread forces were repulsed in Northern Griffonia, and has since become the paragon of "Harmony," and all that to which the Dread League is opposed. Already likely the largest and wealthiest nation on the planet, with the arrival of the group of ponyville friends, Equestria seemed poised to dominate and impose it's harmonic ideology on all others. To great fortune, if not surprise, of observers in the Dread League, Equestria was toppled by a combination of the enemies it provoked, and the revolutionary forces of "harmony" that it unleashed, and split in two. But Equestria has always been ruled as a despotate, and though the rulers at the top may change, so much does not and the ground and even middle levels.
Equestria remains overflowing with magic, both ancient and modern, in its practitioners and antique artifacts. It remains one of the wealthiest and most industrialized of all nations per capita and on the whole, putting the Dread League's stagnation to shame. And though the revision of the concept of "friendship" and "harmony" over the past dozen years has brough competing interpretations of the concept, there is no denying that it has brought a revival.
Equestria is the original home of many of the necromancers and vampires of the Dread League. And just as they learned from Equestria, so too must Rosie Ring. She must learn it's power and its horror, so that she may understand why it must be destroyed, and why destroying it will not be easy. Death is transformative by nature; it does not create so much as take something living and make it, well, less so. And so too must the Dread League take knowledge of both the magical and the mundane from that greatest of all the living lands - the land, if no longer the Principality, of Equestria - and transform it into knowledge that advances the grand plan of the Dread League.
The offensive to drive out those last holdouts of Arcturius will commence shortly. Posie's sojourn will either last until the final preparations for the great, Black Crusade, at which point she shall join with her masters, or she shall remain in Equestria as a part of a cell, ready to weaken Equestria before it can counter. Eitherway, Posie is ordered to begin her journey in the Equestrian City of Baltimare, a city that is no longer a part of the Principality of Equestria, but is now a part of the Baltimare Governate, a protectorate under the control of the New Mareland State.
The first rule of life in Equestria, and this comes from Licorice Lament, is that the new controllers of the region are anal about identifying everypony. Posie is going to have to carry around identity cards, or else get detained as a possible rebel. Posie must, to avoid unnecessary hassle, present herself to Immigration authorities as she enters Baltimare. She may use her real name (why not), and use the cover story that she is from the nation of Firtree in the Griffonian North, from the city of Bonedrift. What's that? Posie doesn't know anything about "Firtree" or "Bonedrift"? Well neither do the custom's agents. She can make things up; just know that "Bonedrift" probably isn't literally filled with buildings made of bones. Probably. Never really been there. But, you know, that's not really something the living do. Except sometimes in crypts and chapels, but nevermind that. Posie is looking to study medicine at Jim Haykin's University and has secured acceptance to the program. She has not, however, secured a place to stay inside of the city, and thus will be staying upon her arrival at a house of a contact of Bonedrift University outside of the city.
And another thing. Posie's mission requires a low profile. And more than that, it requires obtaining quite a few things from ponies in Baltimare; it requires interactions with the living, non-livestock folk. So, Posie will have to refrain from killing the regular cityfolk. And refrain from referring to them as serfs or livestock. She will have to... interact with them normally. Yes yes, it's a rather vague and ill defined order, and not a little demeaning. But it comes from Dark Tides himself, so it must be obeyed to the best of Posie's ability. At least she isn't ordered to... make friends. Yuck!
>>167660
>Licorice Lament
Noted
>Equestria is the original home of many of the necromancers and vampires of the Dread League
Like our glorious leader, Rosa.
>She must learn it's power and its horror, so that she may understand why it must be destroyed, and why destroying it will not be easy.
Mission confirmed.
>Posie is ordered to begin her journey in the Equestrian City of Baltimare, a city that is no longer a part of the Principality of Equestria, but is now a part of the Baltimare Governate, a protectorate under the control of the New Mareland State.
Got it.
>the new controllers of the region are anal about identifying everypony. Posie is going to have to carry around identity cards, or else get detained as a possible rebel
Hmmph. I guess it is what it is.
>Posie must, to avoid unnecessary hassle, present herself to Immigration authorities as she enters Baltimare.
Okay, first hurdle coming right up.
>She may use her real name (why not)
Rosie Ring is her chosen name. Posie is her nickname. Her given name is Specimen #663.
>use the cover story that she is from the nation of Firtree in the Griffonian North, from the city of Bonedrift. What's that? Posie doesn't know anything about "Firtree" or "Bonedrift"? Well neither do the custom's agents.
>Posie is looking to study medicine at Jim Haykin's University and has secured acceptance to the program.
I guess that's my job.
>She has not, however, secured a place to stay inside of the city, and thus will be staying upon her arrival at a house of a contact of Bonedrift University outside of the city.
Okay. Going to have to seek out a lair soon. Posie doesn't need to rest, but she has a foal to take care of, so lodging arrangements are a necessity.
>requires a low profile
An fact of the profession.
>Posie will have to refrain from killing the regular cityfolk.
Can't I kill just a few of them?
>make friends
Gross.
>Licorice Lament
Noted
>Equestria is the original home of many of the necromancers and vampires of the Dread League
Like our glorious leader, Rosa.
>She must learn it's power and its horror, so that she may understand why it must be destroyed, and why destroying it will not be easy.
Mission confirmed.
>Posie is ordered to begin her journey in the Equestrian City of Baltimare, a city that is no longer a part of the Principality of Equestria, but is now a part of the Baltimare Governate, a protectorate under the control of the New Mareland State.
Got it.
>the new controllers of the region are anal about identifying everypony. Posie is going to have to carry around identity cards, or else get detained as a possible rebel
Hmmph. I guess it is what it is.
>Posie must, to avoid unnecessary hassle, present herself to Immigration authorities as she enters Baltimare.
Okay, first hurdle coming right up.
>She may use her real name (why not)
Rosie Ring is her chosen name. Posie is her nickname. Her given name is Specimen #663.
>use the cover story that she is from the nation of Firtree in the Griffonian North, from the city of Bonedrift. What's that? Posie doesn't know anything about "Firtree" or "Bonedrift"? Well neither do the custom's agents.
>Posie is looking to study medicine at Jim Haykin's University and has secured acceptance to the program.
I guess that's my job.
>She has not, however, secured a place to stay inside of the city, and thus will be staying upon her arrival at a house of a contact of Bonedrift University outside of the city.
Okay. Going to have to seek out a lair soon. Posie doesn't need to rest, but she has a foal to take care of, so lodging arrangements are a necessity.
>requires a low profile
An fact of the profession.
>Posie will have to refrain from killing the regular cityfolk.
Can't I kill just a few of them?
>make friends
Gross.
>>167666
Off the coast of Baltimare, a decrepit barge approaches the city. A cloaked figure proudly stands at the helm of the ship. The figure is that of a unicorn mare, young and strikingly beautiful. Her coat is white and fluffy, like fresh snow, her chest fluff puffed out to the sea breeze, exceptionally clean; and her mane is crimson, like fresh blood, done neatly in a bun behind her head, as her tail curls gracefully in the wind. Her most striking feature is perhaps her eyes, like pools of molten gold layered with concentric rings: they burn with mesmerizing beauty, and they glow like those of a predator in the night, rimmed with dark eyeliner. Overall, she is strikingly beautiful, posing with an almost supernatural grace.
Her cloak is black with a fluffy gray rim around the hood, and red in its interior. Beneath her coat appears to be a suit of thin leather armor, of a medieval fashion, if rather grotesque and edgy in its design. Various pockets like her armor, with blades and implements. This is a mare dressed for business, ready to conquer.
Her face, plump and youthful, with sharp but delicate features, appears like it was sculpted from the finest marble. She faces forward to the wind, with her face frozen in a subtle but scheming smile.
...
Frozen
"M-momma? You haven't m-moved for a w-while.." a young and fragile voice stutters you from behind her, as a small, thin, and rather sickly colt pokes its head out from beneath her cloak and gives her a worried prod, before shuddering and giving a hacking cough
The mare doesn't respond for a second, seemingly paralyzed, before her expression suddenly softens like a video unpausing.
"..W-wha-? Oh, sorry to worry you, Sweetie. I just.. really don't like travelling on boats.." She says, leaning down from the helm to hold the foal and give him a nuzzle, gently patting him on the back until his shivers stop
"We should be arriving in Equestria soon. Are you ready? Do you want a snack? Need to go potty? Anything you need?"
"No momma.. I just, want a hug..." the sickly colt replies, with a tired voice, gripping tightly onto the mare. Life slowly returning to him, as if he were sustained by her touch.
"Oh Gloomy, you sweet treat. You complete me." the mare says softly, as she turns her head back towards the city with an almost manic grin, scheming once more.
Yes, it's supposed to be creepy.
Off the coast of Baltimare, a decrepit barge approaches the city. A cloaked figure proudly stands at the helm of the ship. The figure is that of a unicorn mare, young and strikingly beautiful. Her coat is white and fluffy, like fresh snow, her chest fluff puffed out to the sea breeze, exceptionally clean; and her mane is crimson, like fresh blood, done neatly in a bun behind her head, as her tail curls gracefully in the wind. Her most striking feature is perhaps her eyes, like pools of molten gold layered with concentric rings: they burn with mesmerizing beauty, and they glow like those of a predator in the night, rimmed with dark eyeliner. Overall, she is strikingly beautiful, posing with an almost supernatural grace.
Her cloak is black with a fluffy gray rim around the hood, and red in its interior. Beneath her coat appears to be a suit of thin leather armor, of a medieval fashion, if rather grotesque and edgy in its design. Various pockets like her armor, with blades and implements. This is a mare dressed for business, ready to conquer.
Her face, plump and youthful, with sharp but delicate features, appears like it was sculpted from the finest marble. She faces forward to the wind, with her face frozen in a subtle but scheming smile.
...
Frozen
"M-momma? You haven't m-moved for a w-while.." a young and fragile voice stutters you from behind her, as a small, thin, and rather sickly colt pokes its head out from beneath her cloak and gives her a worried prod, before shuddering and giving a hacking cough
The mare doesn't respond for a second, seemingly paralyzed, before her expression suddenly softens like a video unpausing.
"..W-wha-? Oh, sorry to worry you, Sweetie. I just.. really don't like travelling on boats.." She says, leaning down from the helm to hold the foal and give him a nuzzle, gently patting him on the back until his shivers stop
"We should be arriving in Equestria soon. Are you ready? Do you want a snack? Need to go potty? Anything you need?"
"No momma.. I just, want a hug..." the sickly colt replies, with a tired voice, gripping tightly onto the mare. Life slowly returning to him, as if he were sustained by her touch.
"Oh Gloomy, you sweet treat. You complete me." the mare says softly, as she turns her head back towards the city with an almost manic grin, scheming once more.
Yes, it's supposed to be creepy.
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It is time
[Dead horse noises]
So... As soon as she gets off this ambiguous barge, Rosie Ring would do some stretches to get rid of the rigor mortis she gets when travelling over water, and then immediately go about her mission.
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>>167667
As Posie steps onto the deck, she steps into view of a world completely alien to that which she has known before. The first, and by far the most persistent, and perhaps annoying detail is the heat. It' s perhaps just above sixty degrees Fahrenheit, one of the warmest days she's ever experienced. But it isn't the absolute temperature that is concerning, but the fact that such heat is present in late January, when by all right, it should be well below freezing. Similarly, it's perhaps a little after 8:00 AM and the sun is out, and has been for around an hour now. Quite a difference from a sun that comes up at 11 and sets at 2 PM. The humidity and salt water smell, though unpleasant, are not so unfamiliar to Posie.
The thousands of miles of endless ocean are broken first by sight of land, mostly lowland, though cliffs are not unknown, covered in forest. Most of the trees, thankfully, are barren limbed broadleaf deciduous trees dominated presumably by varieties of oaks with occasional hickory and chestnut trees, and the leafless skeletal trees, though still alive and in winter turpour, are near enough dead that they do not offend Posie's senses. But sprinkled among these are evergreen pines, and at the lowest levels, in mangrove swamps where the forest meets the water, are green cypress trees and willows. It's these green swamps that dominate the shore as Poisie moves towards the mouth of Horseshoe Bay, broken up periodically by by either individual houses or shacks, or even towns with numerous vaulted roof wooden houses of white or timber color, with steeples of white, wooden churches, and the even higher smokestacks of red and brown brick mills that billow out grey smoke. The small brick chimneys of the individual houses do not join their larger counterparts - it's too warm for heating to be necessary.
Past a cliff and alongside mangrove swamp, Posie sees a gap in the coming land that signifies the entry of the bay, and much further away, a green and grey cliff with a small, short, lonely lighthouse that must be at the end of the peninsula. Rounding the edge of the land, Posie sees a yellow stone set of structures that must surely be the left half of a star fortress, likely only ever half completed, that sits just back from the water, and immediately next to a lagoon created by a grassy sandbar. The gunpowder era fortress is far more modern than the castles and outposts Posie has seen back home, but still manages to appear to be anachronistic next to the other sights along her voyage. Before she enters the bay, Posie sees a large, grey freighter with a plume of smoke from its lone stack, a bridge in the center, and cranes to the fore and the rear of the superstructure. It is moving into the bay. Rounding the southern edge of the bay, which is formed by the aforementioned sandbar and lagoon, Posie sees a red and white tugboat pushing one, two, three, four, five barges, mostly empty save for the last which appears to carry steel pipes, moving out of the bay.
The bay itself is large, with one side of the bay only barely within field of view of the other, though Posie, now moving towards the center of the bay, albeit a bit to the south, has a respectable view of both sides, particularly of the south side, which in the portions closest to the ocean, is again dominated by mangrove swamps, broken up by a few houses and roads. It's alongside this portion of the bay that Posie sees the first monstrous construction of metropolis perched at the end of this bay - a massive industrial facility with tall, rectangular beige brick buildings, four of them in total, each with a massive smoke stack several hundred feat tall that pours out smoke into the sky that is carried east out over the water in trails so long it appears to be a natural cloud formation. There is another long rectangular building, and more than one massive electrical station - grey bricks of coils and wires that lead onto massive ninety foot tall steel electrical towers that move mostly westward, but also south into the forest. Behind this are railways and lines of railcars with what is presumably coal and petroleum oil, and in front of it all is another lagoon, although this one is seperated from the bay by rock, and its color is noticably more brown than blue. Next to the lagoon, to the east, are two large concrete cooling towers, each producing large amounts of steam that rise almost like a fog, and join with the black cloud produced by the smokestacks. This set of buildings is the singularly most impressive set in Posie's field of view - it is nevertheless, singular and lonely, being the furthest from the city.
Moving westward along the southern shore of the bay are more mangroves, and then more buildings, until the buildings begin to dominate. Posie sees that the shoreline moves further south as the southern shore has a convex shape. She sees several large piers, grey and brick buildings behind them, and next to them, three ships of reasonable size in full grey color. All three have turreted canons on them, and the largest has no less than two turrets in front of the bridge with two guns each, as well as a steel array over the bridge. The other two ships are less than half the size, but likewise have a canon on the foredeck. The largest ship looks to be visibly damaged, with black streaks across the bridge and a turret leaning to the right as if the deck were compromised.
Moving even further to the west, Posie sees large grey roofed buildings, mostly of brick, that could only be warehouses, interrupted by a few of what must be mills. And then along the western shore of the bay, towards its southern edge, she sees the mouth of a river, fairly large, which has seawalls to either side, and a cozy grassy riverbank. The left edge of the river protrudes into the bay with a rather small peninsula.
As Posie steps onto the deck, she steps into view of a world completely alien to that which she has known before. The first, and by far the most persistent, and perhaps annoying detail is the heat. It' s perhaps just above sixty degrees Fahrenheit, one of the warmest days she's ever experienced. But it isn't the absolute temperature that is concerning, but the fact that such heat is present in late January, when by all right, it should be well below freezing. Similarly, it's perhaps a little after 8:00 AM and the sun is out, and has been for around an hour now. Quite a difference from a sun that comes up at 11 and sets at 2 PM. The humidity and salt water smell, though unpleasant, are not so unfamiliar to Posie.
The thousands of miles of endless ocean are broken first by sight of land, mostly lowland, though cliffs are not unknown, covered in forest. Most of the trees, thankfully, are barren limbed broadleaf deciduous trees dominated presumably by varieties of oaks with occasional hickory and chestnut trees, and the leafless skeletal trees, though still alive and in winter turpour, are near enough dead that they do not offend Posie's senses. But sprinkled among these are evergreen pines, and at the lowest levels, in mangrove swamps where the forest meets the water, are green cypress trees and willows. It's these green swamps that dominate the shore as Poisie moves towards the mouth of Horseshoe Bay, broken up periodically by by either individual houses or shacks, or even towns with numerous vaulted roof wooden houses of white or timber color, with steeples of white, wooden churches, and the even higher smokestacks of red and brown brick mills that billow out grey smoke. The small brick chimneys of the individual houses do not join their larger counterparts - it's too warm for heating to be necessary.
Past a cliff and alongside mangrove swamp, Posie sees a gap in the coming land that signifies the entry of the bay, and much further away, a green and grey cliff with a small, short, lonely lighthouse that must be at the end of the peninsula. Rounding the edge of the land, Posie sees a yellow stone set of structures that must surely be the left half of a star fortress, likely only ever half completed, that sits just back from the water, and immediately next to a lagoon created by a grassy sandbar. The gunpowder era fortress is far more modern than the castles and outposts Posie has seen back home, but still manages to appear to be anachronistic next to the other sights along her voyage. Before she enters the bay, Posie sees a large, grey freighter with a plume of smoke from its lone stack, a bridge in the center, and cranes to the fore and the rear of the superstructure. It is moving into the bay. Rounding the southern edge of the bay, which is formed by the aforementioned sandbar and lagoon, Posie sees a red and white tugboat pushing one, two, three, four, five barges, mostly empty save for the last which appears to carry steel pipes, moving out of the bay.
The bay itself is large, with one side of the bay only barely within field of view of the other, though Posie, now moving towards the center of the bay, albeit a bit to the south, has a respectable view of both sides, particularly of the south side, which in the portions closest to the ocean, is again dominated by mangrove swamps, broken up by a few houses and roads. It's alongside this portion of the bay that Posie sees the first monstrous construction of metropolis perched at the end of this bay - a massive industrial facility with tall, rectangular beige brick buildings, four of them in total, each with a massive smoke stack several hundred feat tall that pours out smoke into the sky that is carried east out over the water in trails so long it appears to be a natural cloud formation. There is another long rectangular building, and more than one massive electrical station - grey bricks of coils and wires that lead onto massive ninety foot tall steel electrical towers that move mostly westward, but also south into the forest. Behind this are railways and lines of railcars with what is presumably coal and petroleum oil, and in front of it all is another lagoon, although this one is seperated from the bay by rock, and its color is noticably more brown than blue. Next to the lagoon, to the east, are two large concrete cooling towers, each producing large amounts of steam that rise almost like a fog, and join with the black cloud produced by the smokestacks. This set of buildings is the singularly most impressive set in Posie's field of view - it is nevertheless, singular and lonely, being the furthest from the city.
Moving westward along the southern shore of the bay are more mangroves, and then more buildings, until the buildings begin to dominate. Posie sees that the shoreline moves further south as the southern shore has a convex shape. She sees several large piers, grey and brick buildings behind them, and next to them, three ships of reasonable size in full grey color. All three have turreted canons on them, and the largest has no less than two turrets in front of the bridge with two guns each, as well as a steel array over the bridge. The other two ships are less than half the size, but likewise have a canon on the foredeck. The largest ship looks to be visibly damaged, with black streaks across the bridge and a turret leaning to the right as if the deck were compromised.
Moving even further to the west, Posie sees large grey roofed buildings, mostly of brick, that could only be warehouses, interrupted by a few of what must be mills. And then along the western shore of the bay, towards its southern edge, she sees the mouth of a river, fairly large, which has seawalls to either side, and a cozy grassy riverbank. The left edge of the river protrudes into the bay with a rather small peninsula.
>>167709
>the heat
Rosie Ring, being from the far north, isn't amused by the heat, or really the sun in general. Although not bothered by the metabolic debuffs of severe heat, she's not interested in what this weather might do to her skin and coat
"... And so it begins..." The mare groan, whirling her cape and raising her hood
>the heat
Rosie Ring, being from the far north, isn't amused by the heat, or really the sun in general. Although not bothered by the metabolic debuffs of severe heat, she's not interested in what this weather might do to her skin and coat
"... And so it begins..." The mare groan, whirling her cape and raising her hood
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>>167667
>>167709
It's the right and northern edge of the river that is more interesting to Posie, as this forms a promintory in the shape of a right triangle that extends a third of a mile past the edge of the river into the bay. A boulevard parrelels the mouth of the river on the left of this promintory, and to the right are large beige brick buildings with grey and green roofs, with inumerable windows, three and four stories in height. These are not warehouses, but surely public buildings and the largest seen thus far. At the very tip of this protrusion into the bay is a large yellow brick and stone star fortress from the age of gunpowder, likely twice the size of the one outside the bay, and with its edges directly on the water. Posie can see that it is in more or less intact, and she can even see a few ponies walking along inside it. In the center of the star, past a rusted fence, she can see a pair of small cannons, or perhaps large machine guns, angled upwards. Behind this fortress is an empty dock, then behind that, is a multiple story ocean liner that sits dormant at its dock. This large grand vessel is the largest and most impressive ship Posie has seen, likely ever, being larger than the freighters and larger than the nearby buildings. It's the section between the ocean liner and the fortress that is her ultimate destination.
But the view does not end there. Because behind this promontory, and especially to the north and right, is the city of Baltimare proper. For a few miles, north to south, is a mass of buildings. Low rise, mostly, but several towering high-rise buildings of steel, glass, and brick stand out along the city skyline, and the horizon more generally. Though they are miles away, the great rectangles stand out. In particular, a tall building of white and glass bows out along its north side, almost like a sail catching wind. Nearby is an almost as tall pink structure that narrows like a right triangle along its upper floors, and then behind these is a rectangular structure with a brown stone facade. In a separate cluster closer to the bay is a beige rectangular building, lacking in much of the architectural flourish that can be distinguished in the taller, further buildings. And besides these tall buildings, Posie can see the vaulted roofs and tall steeples of far away cathedrals in the north and south of the city, a rectangular shot tower, and numerous ten story dark brown or pink buildings that peep up from the mass of three and four story tenement buildings and row houses. And in the foreground, all along the west side of the harbor, Posie can see innumerable docks, several docked freighters and barges with cranes loading or off loading them, long warehouses, and the brick walls of tall manufactories. Some of the buildings are surely the result of genius architects and wealthy patrons, art written in brick for all to see. Far more are older, sometimes depilated tenement buildings and warehouses. And still more are simple practical apartment buildings and factories. But it's a mass of factories, as well as metallurgical plants, chemical plants, and the catalytic cracking towers of refineries that speak to a real industrial power unlike any Posie has ever seen before. And all along the water, where buildings are broken by piers or roads, Posie can see moving automobiles, carts, and ponies walking, or moving boxes of bananas, crates, or barrels.
Moving along the bay to the northern shore, the buildings thin out somewhat, and Posie can see a pier with a Ferris wheel sticking out to the bay. Further along is the peninsula and the hill that runs through it. Posie can see many single-family homes, mostly on stilts at the lowest level, or along the hillside further back from the water, in a line going nearly the length of the peninsula, eventually meeting the lighthouse she saw before.
The sky is mostly blue, though dotted by no small number of clouds.
>>167709
It's the right and northern edge of the river that is more interesting to Posie, as this forms a promintory in the shape of a right triangle that extends a third of a mile past the edge of the river into the bay. A boulevard parrelels the mouth of the river on the left of this promintory, and to the right are large beige brick buildings with grey and green roofs, with inumerable windows, three and four stories in height. These are not warehouses, but surely public buildings and the largest seen thus far. At the very tip of this protrusion into the bay is a large yellow brick and stone star fortress from the age of gunpowder, likely twice the size of the one outside the bay, and with its edges directly on the water. Posie can see that it is in more or less intact, and she can even see a few ponies walking along inside it. In the center of the star, past a rusted fence, she can see a pair of small cannons, or perhaps large machine guns, angled upwards. Behind this fortress is an empty dock, then behind that, is a multiple story ocean liner that sits dormant at its dock. This large grand vessel is the largest and most impressive ship Posie has seen, likely ever, being larger than the freighters and larger than the nearby buildings. It's the section between the ocean liner and the fortress that is her ultimate destination.
But the view does not end there. Because behind this promontory, and especially to the north and right, is the city of Baltimare proper. For a few miles, north to south, is a mass of buildings. Low rise, mostly, but several towering high-rise buildings of steel, glass, and brick stand out along the city skyline, and the horizon more generally. Though they are miles away, the great rectangles stand out. In particular, a tall building of white and glass bows out along its north side, almost like a sail catching wind. Nearby is an almost as tall pink structure that narrows like a right triangle along its upper floors, and then behind these is a rectangular structure with a brown stone facade. In a separate cluster closer to the bay is a beige rectangular building, lacking in much of the architectural flourish that can be distinguished in the taller, further buildings. And besides these tall buildings, Posie can see the vaulted roofs and tall steeples of far away cathedrals in the north and south of the city, a rectangular shot tower, and numerous ten story dark brown or pink buildings that peep up from the mass of three and four story tenement buildings and row houses. And in the foreground, all along the west side of the harbor, Posie can see innumerable docks, several docked freighters and barges with cranes loading or off loading them, long warehouses, and the brick walls of tall manufactories. Some of the buildings are surely the result of genius architects and wealthy patrons, art written in brick for all to see. Far more are older, sometimes depilated tenement buildings and warehouses. And still more are simple practical apartment buildings and factories. But it's a mass of factories, as well as metallurgical plants, chemical plants, and the catalytic cracking towers of refineries that speak to a real industrial power unlike any Posie has ever seen before. And all along the water, where buildings are broken by piers or roads, Posie can see moving automobiles, carts, and ponies walking, or moving boxes of bananas, crates, or barrels.
Moving along the bay to the northern shore, the buildings thin out somewhat, and Posie can see a pier with a Ferris wheel sticking out to the bay. Further along is the peninsula and the hill that runs through it. Posie can see many single-family homes, mostly on stilts at the lowest level, or along the hillside further back from the water, in a line going nearly the length of the peninsula, eventually meeting the lighthouse she saw before.
The sky is mostly blue, though dotted by no small number of clouds.
>>167667
Gloomy, evidently, does not receive a hug in return.
At least on the surface, the city is not much like Magehold, with its ancient castle complex ontop of a hill, steep cliffs the ocean, and narrow streets with crowded medieval style buildings. It's much hotter, slightly more spread out, elevated above sea-level only by artificial walls that span almost the entire shoreline, and by and large built with no eye for beauty. But it is, nevertheless, alive. Decaying and decrepit, even necrotic in places - but alive, and beating like a heart. Posie can hear the sounds of diesel engines, water hitting piers and the seawall, automobiles, and distant sirens.
Posie's ship nears the shore at a designated landing point with fences blocking off possible paths. A red stallion in a green uniform with a broad hat smiles at Posie, and tips his hat with a nod.
>>167711
Fortunately it's still winter. Posie should fear what the heat and humidity will do to her mane in the summer time.
>>167712
According to the dosier, the next stage is to go through immigration.
Gloomy, evidently, does not receive a hug in return.
At least on the surface, the city is not much like Magehold, with its ancient castle complex ontop of a hill, steep cliffs the ocean, and narrow streets with crowded medieval style buildings. It's much hotter, slightly more spread out, elevated above sea-level only by artificial walls that span almost the entire shoreline, and by and large built with no eye for beauty. But it is, nevertheless, alive. Decaying and decrepit, even necrotic in places - but alive, and beating like a heart. Posie can hear the sounds of diesel engines, water hitting piers and the seawall, automobiles, and distant sirens.
Posie's ship nears the shore at a designated landing point with fences blocking off possible paths. A red stallion in a green uniform with a broad hat smiles at Posie, and tips his hat with a nod.
>>167711
Fortunately it's still winter. Posie should fear what the heat and humidity will do to her mane in the summer time.
>>167712
According to the dosier, the next stage is to go through immigration.
>>167713
>pic
Is this something like a canon map for the game?
>>167714
>hug in return
>Life slowly returning to him, as if he were sustained by her touch
Is where it was implied, referencing Charnel Touch.
>tips his hat with a nod
Rosie Ring gives a cautious nod to the greeter, telekinetically latching Gloomy by her side as if he were a piece of high expensive and fragile luggage and trotting past wordlessly.
>go through immigration
Posie reads this off of her scroll and sets about doing so.
>pic
Is this something like a canon map for the game?
>>167714
>hug in return
>Life slowly returning to him, as if he were sustained by her touch
Is where it was implied, referencing Charnel Touch.
>tips his hat with a nod
Rosie Ring gives a cautious nod to the greeter, telekinetically latching Gloomy by her side as if he were a piece of high expensive and fragile luggage and trotting past wordlessly.
>go through immigration
Posie reads this off of her scroll and sets about doing so.
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>>167715
>pic
It's actually a map of Baltimore that was given in a con book for BronyCon one year. Fort McHenry just kind of neatly parrels Fort Flash Prance in my version. I do not have a map, though that would be helpful.
>hug
Okay good. I was afraid that she was truly evil
>carrying gloomy
Kek
The stallion speaks to Posie, "G'day ma'am," and may or may not be responded to. Should she continue wordlessly, he is a little confused. But either way, the stallion directs her to take herself and her luggage into the building. She enters into a long hall, which has a line that bends back and forth, and leads to several desks with glass windows and a couple standing guards with carbine rifles and green uniforms. There are not that many creatures in the line, but those there are stand out. A half dozen ponies, perhaps, several griffins, and a kirin, who must be what remains from an earlier ship. Posie has a moment to collect herself and her possessions
>pic
It's actually a map of Baltimore that was given in a con book for BronyCon one year. Fort McHenry just kind of neatly parrels Fort Flash Prance in my version. I do not have a map, though that would be helpful.
>hug
Okay good. I was afraid that she was truly evil
>carrying gloomy
Kek
The stallion speaks to Posie, "G'day ma'am," and may or may not be responded to. Should she continue wordlessly, he is a little confused. But either way, the stallion directs her to take herself and her luggage into the building. She enters into a long hall, which has a line that bends back and forth, and leads to several desks with glass windows and a couple standing guards with carbine rifles and green uniforms. There are not that many creatures in the line, but those there are stand out. A half dozen ponies, perhaps, several griffins, and a kirin, who must be what remains from an earlier ship. Posie has a moment to collect herself and her possessions
>>167715
The dossier has more detailed explanations as needed, but in general the advice is this - what the immigration agents are looking for as red flags are not things that concern Posie. So stick to the story, don't be obviously a Dread Necromancer, and she'll be fine
The dossier has more detailed explanations as needed, but in general the advice is this - what the immigration agents are looking for as red flags are not things that concern Posie. So stick to the story, don't be obviously a Dread Necromancer, and she'll be fine
>>167716
The strange mare takes a moment to make eye contact with the stallion, her eyes fascinating, like pools a liquid gold; looking too long might make him feel lightheaded... (it's a gaze attack; but don't bother rolling the save)
"...Goodnight." the mare replies, in a foreign griffonian accent, before proceeding to take her luggage to the directed building with haste, moving with grace that seems almost supernatural, like a ballerina, despite her encumbrance.
>Posie has a moment to collect herself and her possessions
And so she does, checking if all of her things are there.
>>167717
*trots up in visibly grotesque armor made of griffon bones*
She fishes out her identification papers.
The strange mare takes a moment to make eye contact with the stallion, her eyes fascinating, like pools a liquid gold; looking too long might make him feel lightheaded... (it's a gaze attack; but don't bother rolling the save)
"...Goodnight." the mare replies, in a foreign griffonian accent, before proceeding to take her luggage to the directed building with haste, moving with grace that seems almost supernatural, like a ballerina, despite her encumbrance.
>Posie has a moment to collect herself and her possessions
And so she does, checking if all of her things are there.
>>167717
*trots up in visibly grotesque armor made of griffon bones*
She fishes out her identification papers.
>>167718
Wait is she really walking around in griffin brones
Gaze attack?
Posie at this moment is only really able to carry around luggage. As much luggage as she can carry, but only really that. She has Gloomy for sure.
Behind the glass is a grey stallion, either pegasus or earth pony (hard to tell), with a green cap. He looks to Posie and takes her identification papers. If she's really wearing bones, then his eyes linger on her longer, but generally he focuses on the papers.
>>167715
>>167716
>>167716
Posie is next up in line to the agent at the counter. Posie is asked to hoof over her documents. She asked a series of questions:
"Where are you from?
What is your race?
What is your nationality?
What is your purpose in the Baltimare Governate?
How long do you intend to stay?
Do you already have employment?
Are you seeking medical care or welfare?"
Wait is she really walking around in griffin brones
Gaze attack?
Posie at this moment is only really able to carry around luggage. As much luggage as she can carry, but only really that. She has Gloomy for sure.
Behind the glass is a grey stallion, either pegasus or earth pony (hard to tell), with a green cap. He looks to Posie and takes her identification papers. If she's really wearing bones, then his eyes linger on her longer, but generally he focuses on the papers.
>>167715
>>167716
>>167716
Posie is next up in line to the agent at the counter. Posie is asked to hoof over her documents. She asked a series of questions:
"Where are you from?
What is your race?
What is your nationality?
What is your purpose in the Baltimare Governate?
How long do you intend to stay?
Do you already have employment?
Are you seeking medical care or welfare?"
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>>167719
The only noted quality the armor has is that it's grotesque. I thought Griffon bones with a feather surcoat felt cool. Figured griffons would be the most readily accessible bodies in the Dread League, with the Arcturian Order next door.
>gaze attack
Her charming gaze. Requires a standards action, so only applicable when mentioned.
>Posie at this moment is only really able to carry around luggage. As much luggage as she can carry, but only really that. She has Gloomy for sure.
The mare travels lightly, taking mostly only essentials for childcare, and her own black magic implements.
>his eyes linger on her longer
The mare stares back with a stoic expression.
>series of questions:
Posie follows her script for these questions, unless you would prefer me to answer them individually.
The only noted quality the armor has is that it's grotesque. I thought Griffon bones with a feather surcoat felt cool. Figured griffons would be the most readily accessible bodies in the Dread League, with the Arcturian Order next door.
>gaze attack
Her charming gaze. Requires a standards action, so only applicable when mentioned.
>Posie at this moment is only really able to carry around luggage. As much luggage as she can carry, but only really that. She has Gloomy for sure.
The mare travels lightly, taking mostly only essentials for childcare, and her own black magic implements.
>his eyes linger on her longer
The mare stares back with a stoic expression.
>series of questions:
Posie follows her script for these questions, unless you would prefer me to answer them individually.
>>167720
>charming gaze
Ah
>black magic implements
What now?
If there is any flourish I would like individual answers. Presumably Posie would answer something like "Unicorn" to race, but I'm not certain she would do that.
These questions are said aloud, but also Posie is given a paper with a clipboard to answer these in writing
Next set of questions, and I definitely want individual answers
"Are you a changeling?
Are you a member of a union?
Have you ever participated any armed conflicted, organized or otherwise, against the New Mareland State?
Are you a member of any political party that is a member of Socialists Global?
Have you ever participated in any Hellquill or Longswordian War Crimes, or crimes against Equinity?
Are you a fugitive from Justice?
Are you a follower of the Maarist Religion?"
That last question is not actually printed out, but is hoof written, which is kind of odd.
>charming gaze
Ah
>black magic implements
What now?
If there is any flourish I would like individual answers. Presumably Posie would answer something like "Unicorn" to race, but I'm not certain she would do that.
These questions are said aloud, but also Posie is given a paper with a clipboard to answer these in writing
Next set of questions, and I definitely want individual answers
"Are you a changeling?
Are you a member of a union?
Have you ever participated any armed conflicted, organized or otherwise, against the New Mareland State?
Are you a member of any political party that is a member of Socialists Global?
Have you ever participated in any Hellquill or Longswordian War Crimes, or crimes against Equinity?
Are you a fugitive from Justice?
Are you a follower of the Maarist Religion?"
That last question is not actually printed out, but is hoof written, which is kind of odd.
>>167721
>What now?
Her spell component pouch, unholy symbol, a couple onyx gems, unholy water, etc.
>Posie would answer something like "Unicorn" to race, but I'm not certain she would do that.
Unless for some reason she had to reveal her vampiric heritage or the fact that she died years ago, that would be her answer.
>"Are you a changeling?
Are you a member of a union
No. (written)
>Are you a member of a union?
"...Pardon me, officer. By 'union', are we including apprentice conjuration associates, or only high arcana circles?"
>against the New Mareland State?
No. (written)
>Socialists Global?
No. (written)
>Have you ever participated in any Hellquill or Longswordian War Crimes, or crimes against Equinity?
Hahahahahahaha... Who would ever do that?
No. (written)
>fugitive from Justice?
No. (written)
>Are you a follower of the Maarist Religion?"
Do I have to roll to know what this is?
I would like to know before I answer.
>>167722
>illness
No. (written)
>symptoms
No. (written)
>Tuberculosis
No. (written)
>What is the approximate value of the items you are carrying?
Gonna answer this honestly, but it really depends on how my character sheet looks when it's finished. Last posted, it was less than 500-1000 gp, because I spent all of my starting wealth on boons, but otherwise it would be about 9000 gp.
>Are you carrying any fruits, vegatables, seeds, or seedlings?"
I guess I should list the travel rations I brought for Gloomy.
Idk if any of my spells have plants as material components, but I wouldn't list those.
>What now?
Her spell component pouch, unholy symbol, a couple onyx gems, unholy water, etc.
>Posie would answer something like "Unicorn" to race, but I'm not certain she would do that.
Unless for some reason she had to reveal her vampiric heritage or the fact that she died years ago, that would be her answer.
>"Are you a changeling?
Are you a member of a union
No. (written)
>Are you a member of a union?
"...Pardon me, officer. By 'union', are we including apprentice conjuration associates, or only high arcana circles?"
>against the New Mareland State?
No. (written)
>Socialists Global?
No. (written)
>Have you ever participated in any Hellquill or Longswordian War Crimes, or crimes against Equinity?
Hahahahahahaha... Who would ever do that?
No. (written)
>fugitive from Justice?
No. (written)
>Are you a follower of the Maarist Religion?"
Do I have to roll to know what this is?
I would like to know before I answer.
>>167722
>illness
No. (written)
>symptoms
No. (written)
>Tuberculosis
No. (written)
>What is the approximate value of the items you are carrying?
Gonna answer this honestly, but it really depends on how my character sheet looks when it's finished. Last posted, it was less than 500-1000 gp, because I spent all of my starting wealth on boons, but otherwise it would be about 9000 gp.
>Are you carrying any fruits, vegatables, seeds, or seedlings?"
I guess I should list the travel rations I brought for Gloomy.
Idk if any of my spells have plants as material components, but I wouldn't list those.
[roll 1d20]
>>167723
>Maar
Posie will absolutely know about this religion, though the extent of her knowledge may vary. Maar is one of the main gods in the central Griffonian pantheon, alongside Boreas, Arcturius, and Eyr. He's special in that, under the rules of the pantheon, worshiping Maar is absolutely forbidden, and he is given no special honors by practitioners of the central griffonian religion. Maar is the god of Death, sometimes represented as the god of all evil, sometimes represented as the god of winter, sometimes the god of choas, and usually represented as the god of deception, mental illness, trickery, and what can be best described as schizophrenia - a mismatch between the perception of reality and reality. Because griffin sacrifice and libertinism, as well as other social perversions, are perceived as a part of Maarist worship, such worship is banned in Griffonian Imperial terrirtories. Why the ponies care is not understood.
>>167726
[ 1 d 20 ]
[1d20 = 15]
>Maar
Posie will absolutely know about this religion, though the extent of her knowledge may vary. Maar is one of the main gods in the central Griffonian pantheon, alongside Boreas, Arcturius, and Eyr. He's special in that, under the rules of the pantheon, worshiping Maar is absolutely forbidden, and he is given no special honors by practitioners of the central griffonian religion. Maar is the god of Death, sometimes represented as the god of all evil, sometimes represented as the god of winter, sometimes the god of choas, and usually represented as the god of deception, mental illness, trickery, and what can be best described as schizophrenia - a mismatch between the perception of reality and reality. Because griffin sacrifice and libertinism, as well as other social perversions, are perceived as a part of Maarist worship, such worship is banned in Griffonian Imperial terrirtories. Why the ponies care is not understood.
>>167726
[ 1 d 20 ]
[1d20 = 15]
>>167723
>"...Pardon me, officer. By 'union', are we including apprentice conjuration associates, or only high arcana circles?"
He looks up at her with ice blue eyes
"I'll put down 'no'"
>>167729
The officer seems to be more or less satisfied with Posie's answers. He turns his attention to Gloomy
"And who is this travelling with you?"
>"...Pardon me, officer. By 'union', are we including apprentice conjuration associates, or only high arcana circles?"
He looks up at her with ice blue eyes
"I'll put down 'no'"
>>167729
The officer seems to be more or less satisfied with Posie's answers. He turns his attention to Gloomy
"And who is this travelling with you?"
>>167734
"I see....
How old is he? Does he have any illnesses? Will he be living with you? Do you have a means to support him?"
"I see....
How old is he? Does he have any illnesses? Will he be living with you? Do you have a means to support him?"
>>167735
>How old is he?
How do cartoon horses age? He's a colt, no cutie mark, so I guess preteen.
>Does he have any illnesses?
"He has a positive mana deficiency onset by chakra imbalance. It's not contagious, but it requires magical treatment that I administer to him on a daily basis."
>Will he be living with you?
"Yes we will."
>Do you have a means to support him?
"Being a single mother is quite the challenge, but yes, I do."
>How old is he?
How do cartoon horses age? He's a colt, no cutie mark, so I guess preteen.
>Does he have any illnesses?
"He has a positive mana deficiency onset by chakra imbalance. It's not contagious, but it requires magical treatment that I administer to him on a daily basis."
>Will he be living with you?
"Yes we will."
>Do you have a means to support him?
"Being a single mother is quite the challenge, but yes, I do."
>>167736
He nods, evidently satisfied.
But it's time for the challenging question
"One more thing, madam. Are you a practitioner of any dark art?"
He nods, evidently satisfied.
But it's time for the challenging question
"One more thing, madam. Are you a practitioner of any dark art?"
>>167740
...
I think this would be a nice time to use my Charming Gaze, before the situation worsen.
Will Save, pls
...
I think this would be a nice time to use my Charming Gaze, before the situation worsen.
Will Save, pls
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>>167742
The DC was 17, although it has no other effects for success other than that he can't be effected by my gaze for 24 hours.
>>167743
"W-well, I guess it depends what you mean by 'Dark Art', you know. I'm a Necrologist, my practice is morbid by definition, but without it I wouldn't be able to treat my son's condition, you see..."
The DC was 17, although it has no other effects for success other than that he can't be effected by my gaze for 24 hours.
>>167743
"W-well, I guess it depends what you mean by 'Dark Art', you know. I'm a Necrologist, my practice is morbid by definition, but without it I wouldn't be able to treat my son's condition, you see..."
>>167745
"A Death expert. I study all things dead, dying, or decaying. With my specialty in entropic mana, I was looking to get a job, with all of the violence going on here. Bloodfiends spawned by mass killings, shambling amputations, necrotic gangrene, war wraiths, haunted battlefields, necrophages, restless dead: you'd be surprised how ill equipped the average military unit is to deal with such common occurrences on an arcane battlefield. There's always work for a Necrologist where there's war..." Posie says, keeping to her script
"A Death expert. I study all things dead, dying, or decaying. With my specialty in entropic mana, I was looking to get a job, with all of the violence going on here. Bloodfiends spawned by mass killings, shambling amputations, necrotic gangrene, war wraiths, haunted battlefields, necrophages, restless dead: you'd be surprised how ill equipped the average military unit is to deal with such common occurrences on an arcane battlefield. There's always work for a Necrologist where there's war..." Posie says, keeping to her script
>>167746
With the final element provided from the dossier - a letter from a professor Diligent Debride that corroborates Posie's story - the officer backs off.
"Alright Ma'am, proceed."
Posie is allowed to pass through, and to place her luggage to the side. She is told it will be searched and she'll get it in a few minutes. She is then to go alone past a gate, and around the corner, into an open area in a kind of split off room.
With the final element provided from the dossier - a letter from a professor Diligent Debride that corroborates Posie's story - the officer backs off.
"Alright Ma'am, proceed."
Posie is allowed to pass through, and to place her luggage to the side. She is told it will be searched and she'll get it in a few minutes. She is then to go alone past a gate, and around the corner, into an open area in a kind of split off room.
>>167747
>it will be searched
Luckily I spent all of my shekels on boons and am basically broke when it comes to equipment...
>go alone past a gate
I can't take my colt with me?
>it will be searched
Luckily I spent all of my shekels on boons and am basically broke when it comes to equipment...
>go alone past a gate
I can't take my colt with me?
>>167748
Gloomy is made to wait at the gate. The guards are very serious about this. Before, Posie has seen either unarmed customed agents, or at most a pair of ponies with carbine rifles. But beyond the gate are four armed guards, two with carbine rifles with bayonets, and two with angry looking metal pipes that are probably not melee weapons.
It's only for a minute, she is told
Gloomy is made to wait at the gate. The guards are very serious about this. Before, Posie has seen either unarmed customed agents, or at most a pair of ponies with carbine rifles. But beyond the gate are four armed guards, two with carbine rifles with bayonets, and two with angry looking metal pipes that are probably not melee weapons.
It's only for a minute, she is told
>>167749
For safety's concern, Rosie is going to charm anypony within 30 ft of her with her gaze (except for the original guy, because he passed), as Rosie cautiously makes looks around before turning to Gloomy and telling him to be a good colt, before she complies with the orders.
They can all make will saves, or you can skip it if this isn't relevant and I'll probably never interact with them again.
For safety's concern, Rosie is going to charm anypony within 30 ft of her with her gaze (except for the original guy, because he passed), as Rosie cautiously makes looks around before turning to Gloomy and telling him to be a good colt, before she complies with the orders.
They can all make will saves, or you can skip it if this isn't relevant and I'll probably never interact with them again.
>>167750
Pony guard on the left at the far side with angry pipe, pony guard on the far side with a carbine.... But then there are three others that are visible only after you move through the gate. Two along the wall on the right, holding a carbine and an angry pipe respectively, and then a beige colored unicorn pony with a green uniform and red mane, who holds a flashlight.
"Alright, please stand here" he points at a location on the floor "And stare at that point on the wall" pointing his hoof to the opposite wall, which actually is just a gap between windows. "Keep your eyes open as I apply the light"
The pony takes the flashlight, and shines it above posie's eyes, looking at her eyes.
Pony guard on the left at the far side with angry pipe, pony guard on the far side with a carbine.... But then there are three others that are visible only after you move through the gate. Two along the wall on the right, holding a carbine and an angry pipe respectively, and then a beige colored unicorn pony with a green uniform and red mane, who holds a flashlight.
"Alright, please stand here" he points at a location on the floor "And stare at that point on the wall" pointing his hoof to the opposite wall, which actually is just a gap between windows. "Keep your eyes open as I apply the light"
The pony takes the flashlight, and shines it above posie's eyes, looking at her eyes.
>>167752
While this happens, the guards point their guns at Posie.
He takes a look, does another pass with the flashlight... and then waves Posie through
"Alright, proceed to the next room for your visa"
Does Gloomy have cataracts or anything wrong with his eyes?
While this happens, the guards point their guns at Posie.
He takes a look, does another pass with the flashlight... and then waves Posie through
"Alright, proceed to the next room for your visa"
Does Gloomy have cataracts or anything wrong with his eyes?
>>167753
Pardon, I had to step out
>Gloomy have cataracts or anything wrong with his eyes?
Other than a look of supernatural dread and the subtle glaze onset by frequent demonic possession, no.
Pardon, I had to step out
>Gloomy have cataracts or anything wrong with his eyes?
Other than a look of supernatural dread and the subtle glaze onset by frequent demonic possession, no.
>>167754
Gloomy evidently takes a little while. Hopefully he can survive the seperation from his mother for a few minutes. Posie, meanwhile, is funneled through a door into a hallway, a white stallion in white looks into Posie's mouth and examines her,
Then after that, Posie is made to stand still in front of some sort of magical metal box that produces a blinding flash of light.
Gloomy evidently takes a little while. Hopefully he can survive the seperation from his mother for a few minutes. Posie, meanwhile, is funneled through a door into a hallway, a white stallion in white looks into Posie's mouth and examines her,
Then after that, Posie is made to stand still in front of some sort of magical metal box that produces a blinding flash of light.
>>167755
>looks into Posie's mouth and examines her
Posie takes a moment to cough out any spiders or bats that may be lodged in her throat before this happens.
The stallion would find that Rosie Ring at least appears to be in good health: like that of a vampire that has freshly fed on blood (very young and healthy). She takes excellent care of her body, especially her teeth that seem almost shockingly perfect, if a little sharp... very sharp, actually...
Depending on his knowledge, he might feel like something is amiss, although I'm banking on Necrology being a rather scarce profession.
>looks into Posie's mouth and examines her
Posie takes a moment to cough out any spiders or bats that may be lodged in her throat before this happens.
The stallion would find that Rosie Ring at least appears to be in good health: like that of a vampire that has freshly fed on blood (very young and healthy). She takes excellent care of her body, especially her teeth that seem almost shockingly perfect, if a little sharp... very sharp, actually...
Depending on his knowledge, he might feel like something is amiss, although I'm banking on Necrology being a rather scarce profession.
>>167756
A cotton swab is taken from her mouth, and she is moved on to the next section. After a few minutes, Gloomy joins her, and is basically allowed to remain as close to her as she desires. The lone exception is that he is isolated and made to sit still in front of the flash box.
The two are then taken off to an office where they sit before a cream-colored mare who does paperwork. This is mostly uneventful and drags out for the better part of an eternity, during which Posie becomes perhaps a little two acquainted with smooth jazz.
A cotton swab is taken from her mouth, and she is moved on to the next section. After a few minutes, Gloomy joins her, and is basically allowed to remain as close to her as she desires. The lone exception is that he is isolated and made to sit still in front of the flash box.
The two are then taken off to an office where they sit before a cream-colored mare who does paperwork. This is mostly uneventful and drags out for the better part of an eternity, during which Posie becomes perhaps a little two acquainted with smooth jazz.
>>167757
>Gloomy joins her, and is basically allowed to remain as close to her as she desires.
Gloomy stays beside Rosie, usually within touch range, and never straying beyond 30 ft of her in a way that seems almost superstitious.
>Gloomy joins her, and is basically allowed to remain as close to her as she desires.
Gloomy stays beside Rosie, usually within touch range, and never straying beyond 30 ft of her in a way that seems almost superstitious.
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>>167758
A little bit before the heat death of the universe, the mare says to Posie
"Alright, you've both come back negative for tuberculosis, negative for being a changeling, negative for any watched ponies, and Diligent Debride has verified that you're admitted to the medical school."
She hoofs over a blue card that oddly has Posie's exact likeness on it... and then one in a white color, likewise with her likeness, and the same for Gloomy.
"Here are your national identification cards, and visas. Please keep these on you at all times."
A beat, and
"Welcome to Baltimare"
As Posie leaves the room, she is given back her luggage, which though it's clearly been open and combed through, doesn't seem to be missing anything.
A little bit before the heat death of the universe, the mare says to Posie
"Alright, you've both come back negative for tuberculosis, negative for being a changeling, negative for any watched ponies, and Diligent Debride has verified that you're admitted to the medical school."
She hoofs over a blue card that oddly has Posie's exact likeness on it... and then one in a white color, likewise with her likeness, and the same for Gloomy.
"Here are your national identification cards, and visas. Please keep these on you at all times."
A beat, and
"Welcome to Baltimare"
As Posie leaves the room, she is given back her luggage, which though it's clearly been open and combed through, doesn't seem to be missing anything.
>>167760
Hooray, we're in the country!
Posie takes a map of Baltimare from one of those kiosks they have at travel centers, tucks Gloomy to her side, and gallops off to her rendezvous point.
Hooray, we're in the country!
Posie takes a map of Baltimare from one of those kiosks they have at travel centers, tucks Gloomy to her side, and gallops off to her rendezvous point.
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>>167761
New item in inventory - travel map of Baltimare
Down the boulevard at the end is a cafe, and it's there that Posie is to be picked up by a stallion named Mason.
New item in inventory - travel map of Baltimare
Down the boulevard at the end is a cafe, and it's there that Posie is to be picked up by a stallion named Mason.
>>167763
Posie sees that there are other ponies around. It's not the first time that she's been surrounded by living creatures, as there are enough of those infesting the lower levels of Magehold. But it does have the feel of being present in enemy territory. She sees the chairs outside of the Rosewood cafe, and sits down. It's a few minutes, at around 10 AM, that a black automobile pulls up.
Has Posie ever seen an automobile before? Likely she has never seen one quite like this. It's clearly pretty new, black in color, with four doors and a large engine in the fore. It pulls across from the right side of the road next to the curb, and the window roles down to show a grey stallion wearing a black suit and a fedora with a red stripe.
Posie sees that there are other ponies around. It's not the first time that she's been surrounded by living creatures, as there are enough of those infesting the lower levels of Magehold. But it does have the feel of being present in enemy territory. She sees the chairs outside of the Rosewood cafe, and sits down. It's a few minutes, at around 10 AM, that a black automobile pulls up.
Has Posie ever seen an automobile before? Likely she has never seen one quite like this. It's clearly pretty new, black in color, with four doors and a large engine in the fore. It pulls across from the right side of the road next to the curb, and the window roles down to show a grey stallion wearing a black suit and a fedora with a red stripe.
>>167764
>Has Posie ever seen an automobile before?
I don't think she would be completely ignorant to modern tech, but they probably don't have very many in magehold. The nobles probably just fly everywhere.
Posie eyes the newcomer cautiously.
>Has Posie ever seen an automobile before?
I don't think she would be completely ignorant to modern tech, but they probably don't have very many in magehold. The nobles probably just fly everywhere.
Posie eyes the newcomer cautiously.
>>167767
"Mason" He replies
"Licorice Lament sent me." After a pause, "It must be you, because I don't know who else would wear that."
"Mason" He replies
"Licorice Lament sent me." After a pause, "It must be you, because I don't know who else would wear that."
>>167769
He nods, and looks at her with almost no expression, before raising an eyebrow and saying,
"You want to get in now?"
He nods, and looks at her with almost no expression, before raising an eyebrow and saying,
"You want to get in now?"
>>167770
"Come along, Gloomy." Posie says, not waiting for the colt to respond before she levitates him into the car behind her
"So... Mason, you said? It's a dread to meet you (said with endearing tone). I am Rosie Ring, as you already know, although I also go by Posie: Apprentice practitioner in The Art."
"Come along, Gloomy." Posie says, not waiting for the colt to respond before she levitates him into the car behind her
"So... Mason, you said? It's a dread to meet you (said with endearing tone). I am Rosie Ring, as you already know, although I also go by Posie: Apprentice practitioner in The Art."
>>167771
He smiles back at her after that last statement, the first expression of emotion from him. If Posie so choses, she could sit in the front on the passenger side next to him. But more likely, she will get in the back with Gloomy. Possie would want to put her luggage in the back either way. Mason mostly talks without making eye contact, though he will turn to her if she is in the front passenger seat or look back in the rearview mirror if she isn't.
He rolls the window up."So you're the one they sent from abroad." And then he certainly looks back at her before starting the vehicle forward. "You were born like this?"
He smiles back at her after that last statement, the first expression of emotion from him. If Posie so choses, she could sit in the front on the passenger side next to him. But more likely, she will get in the back with Gloomy. Possie would want to put her luggage in the back either way. Mason mostly talks without making eye contact, though he will turn to her if she is in the front passenger seat or look back in the rearview mirror if she isn't.
He rolls the window up."So you're the one they sent from abroad." And then he certainly looks back at her before starting the vehicle forward. "You were born like this?"
>>167772
Posie gets in the back
>"You were born like this?"
"It's a long story. To put it short, I'm... part of a process."
Posie gets in the back
>"You were born like this?"
"It's a long story. To put it short, I'm... part of a process."
>>167773
"A process?" He says, looking back. It doesn't seem to be a serious question for clarification. After a pause, he asks "What can you do?" The car has started moving forward, and cuts across into the right lane, and takes a right turn, going along an avenue alongside the wall next to the river. Posie presumably shudders as the car passes by a basilica..
"A process?" He says, looking back. It doesn't seem to be a serious question for clarification. After a pause, he asks "What can you do?" The car has started moving forward, and cuts across into the right lane, and takes a right turn, going along an avenue alongside the wall next to the river. Posie presumably shudders as the car passes by a basilica..
>>167774
>"What can you do?"
"I'm only an apprentice practitioner, to be honest, although I hope to change that soon with good practice. I know the basics of necromancy, and I have a rather good grasp at controlling the dead, at a level that greatly exceeds that of my peers. Raising the undead, however... Well, that's what I've come to learn." Posie says
"As per my other skills, I can lie, I can stay hidden, I can recognize spells, and my knowledge of the arcane is more than abundant. I'm no pushover in combat either, no matter how dainty I may seem."
>"What can you do?"
"I'm only an apprentice practitioner, to be honest, although I hope to change that soon with good practice. I know the basics of necromancy, and I have a rather good grasp at controlling the dead, at a level that greatly exceeds that of my peers. Raising the undead, however... Well, that's what I've come to learn." Posie says
"As per my other skills, I can lie, I can stay hidden, I can recognize spells, and my knowledge of the arcane is more than abundant. I'm no pushover in combat either, no matter how dainty I may seem."
>>167775
He looks back at her through the mirror.
"I think Licorice will be pleased to see you. He'll appreciate having one like you there. And if he doesn't... there's only one of you."
He looks back at her through the mirror.
"I think Licorice will be pleased to see you. He'll appreciate having one like you there. And if he doesn't... there's only one of you."
Undead GET!
Glory to our Supreme Leader, Rosa Maledicta!
Glory to our Supreme Leader, Rosa Maledicta!
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