In the south in the Kululu Forest, Posey searches for a lost instrument of war. In Baltimare, Kira establishes herself, while Silver enjoys a brief respite. In Hellquill, Amber prepares to play her music to the dictator of Hellquill. Elsewhere, trouble brews.
/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal
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>>173428
She blinks, with a concerned expression
"... On second thought, I'm just fine with knowing where you are." And continues walking forward.
And now, the buildings change to rows of little buildings together like apartment buildings, with small paths leaning up to their doors
She blinks, with a concerned expression
"... On second thought, I'm just fine with knowing where you are." And continues walking forward.
And now, the buildings change to rows of little buildings together like apartment buildings, with small paths leaning up to their doors
>>173429
It's now in this neighborhood that Kira looks for signs marking vacancies or signaling some kind of offices, as she continues conversing with Neela.
"So, that crystal...do you know how to do deer magic?"
It's now in this neighborhood that Kira looks for signs marking vacancies or signaling some kind of offices, as she continues conversing with Neela.
"So, that crystal...do you know how to do deer magic?"
>>173430
"Huh? No."
She looks at Kira, and says
"Did you say you could do alchemy?"
Kira could roll search
"Huh? No."
She looks at Kira, and says
"Did you say you could do alchemy?"
Kira could roll search
>>173431
Search: Kira searches for a home or a way to acquire a home.
Meanwhile, she nods.
"Yes, though I'm more of I guess an apprentice alchemist. If I was a cleric in the tribe I would probably know more about alchemy and magic."
Search: Kira searches for a home or a way to acquire a home.
Meanwhile, she nods.
"Yes, though I'm more of I guess an apprentice alchemist. If I was a cleric in the tribe I would probably know more about alchemy and magic."
>>173434
"Oh, I see the office!"
After she points it out and starts making a bee line for the building, she answers Neela's question.
"Yes, they handle the preservation of the tribe's knowledge, keeping the tribe healthy with alchemy and curative magics, and the teaching of the snakelings. Really, they do a lot for the tribe, they're just as important as us hunters!"
"Oh, I see the office!"
After she points it out and starts making a bee line for the building, she answers Neela's question.
"Yes, they handle the preservation of the tribe's knowledge, keeping the tribe healthy with alchemy and curative magics, and the teaching of the snakelings. Really, they do a lot for the tribe, they're just as important as us hunters!"
>>173435
Kira has to push open a door, enter, and...
A cream coated unicorn at the desk goes "Ah!" And dives down
Neela:
"And so... hunting. What is that like, exactly?"
Kira has to push open a door, enter, and...
A cream coated unicorn at the desk goes "Ah!" And dives down
Neela:
"And so... hunting. What is that like, exactly?"
>>173436
"Oh, hang on Neela." She looks over at the unicorn who, like the mare in the pawn shop, seems to think a desk would be adequate cover in the case of her being hostile. Thankfully for both of them, Kira is the exact opposite of hostile.
"Hello? We would like to inquire about the availability of a townhouse."
"Oh, hang on Neela." She looks over at the unicorn who, like the mare in the pawn shop, seems to think a desk would be adequate cover in the case of her being hostile. Thankfully for both of them, Kira is the exact opposite of hostile.
"Hello? We would like to inquire about the availability of a townhouse."
>>173439
Kira can only see her ears, her eyes, and little bits of the top of her head
"I don't... Why do you ask?"
Kira can only see her ears, her eyes, and little bits of the top of her head
"I don't... Why do you ask?"
>>173442
Kira continues to beam a smile at her, and she nods.
"Yes, we want to rent a townhome...is there one available?"
Kira continues to beam a smile at her, and she nods.
"Yes, we want to rent a townhome...is there one available?"
>>173443
She looks at her with... well, it isn't a smile
"I think some of our tenants may have concerns being neighbors with... large..." She raises a hoof, evidently to point at Kira, but does not complete the sentence
She looks at her with... well, it isn't a smile
"I think some of our tenants may have concerns being neighbors with... large..." She raises a hoof, evidently to point at Kira, but does not complete the sentence
>>173444
Kira tilts her head.
"What's the concern? I've been vetted by Customs, and I can assure you I'm very friendly. My friend can actually confirm this: along the way we were stopped at a military checkpoint, and two of the soldiers actually pet me before we got permission to pass."
Kira tilts her head.
"What's the concern? I've been vetted by Customs, and I can assure you I'm very friendly. My friend can actually confirm this: along the way we were stopped at a military checkpoint, and two of the soldiers actually pet me before we got permission to pass."
>>173445
Now, she has the wide, toothy smile that is so common among ponies
"Well, tenants may be concerned about... living in a neighborhood with a... a giant snake. Whether it's... whether they are right or not, they may be... scared."
Now, she has the wide, toothy smile that is so common among ponies
"Well, tenants may be concerned about... living in a neighborhood with a... a giant snake. Whether it's... whether they are right or not, they may be... scared."
>>173446
Diplomacy: "Please ma'am, I assure you that we would be among the best tenants you have. Whatever concerns they may have at first, once they get to meet me and know me, would evaporate like the morning mist!"
[1d20-1 = (19-1) = 18]
Diplomacy: "Please ma'am, I assure you that we would be among the best tenants you have. Whatever concerns they may have at first, once they get to meet me and know me, would evaporate like the morning mist!"
[1d20-1 = (19-1) = 18]
>>173447
She raises her head, and looks over at the long snake-pony. Her muzzle is long and thin, and her ears twitch.
"We could consider it... But rent would need to be paid in full ahead of time, and with a deposit."
She raises her head, and looks over at the long snake-pony. Her muzzle is long and thin, and her ears twitch.
"We could consider it... But rent would need to be paid in full ahead of time, and with a deposit."
>>173448
Kira taps her hooves together excitedly, and her tongue flicks.
"Yay! No problem, just tell me the price!"
Kira taps her hooves together excitedly, and her tongue flicks.
"Yay! No problem, just tell me the price!"
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Posey will make some checks to see what she knows about what sorts of monsters or other hazards lurk in these parts, as well as any other hidden mysteries.
Arcana, for magical beasts/constructs/dragons (or anything else magical)
[1d20+11 = (6+11) = 17]
Religion, for Undead (or anything else holy/unholy)
[1d20+9 = (4+9) = 13]
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Arcana, for magical beasts/constructs/dragons (or anything else magical)
[1d20+11 = (6+11) = 17]
Religion, for Undead (or anything else holy/unholy)
[1d20+9 = (4+9) = 13]
Pic unrelated
>>173414
"Of course, sir," Amber answers.
She turns to the others and whispers, "Shall we play Shornberg's Verklarkte Nacht?"
"Of course, sir," Amber answers.
She turns to the others and whispers, "Shall we play Shornberg's Verklarkte Nacht?"
>>173457
He speaks to those around him.
"These griffins will stay here: Turmfalke, Schumann, Mitter, Dolch." Two of the six griffins stand up, and start to leave, as do a small clawful who stood off to the left, and had been noticed by Amber until they began to move."
Then he moves his chair forward, and leans over the table, clasping his claws together and placing his head over them. He looks intently at Amber, then Erich.
Erich nods, and places his bow to the Violin. He is familiar with the peace.
He speaks to those around him.
"These griffins will stay here: Turmfalke, Schumann, Mitter, Dolch." Two of the six griffins stand up, and start to leave, as do a small clawful who stood off to the left, and had been noticed by Amber until they began to move."
Then he moves his chair forward, and leans over the table, clasping his claws together and placing his head over them. He looks intently at Amber, then Erich.
Erich nods, and places his bow to the Violin. He is familiar with the peace.
>>173458
Reminds me of that Downfall scene. Fortunately, Hellheim is not under siege, at least not yet.
https://youtu.be/U-pVz2LTakM
Although it is not yet evening, Amber and her closest–really, only–friends play a composition titled "Transfigured Night." As a sextet, it could not be done justice with a few ordinary musicians, but fortunately those present are anything but ordinary. The song starts out gently, with sweet and slow chords reminiscent of the approach of dusk. It is not long at all until Shornberg's more unique and esoteric style subtly creeps into the music as in waves before enshrouding the listeners in its chromaticism, returning occasionally to softer clarity. Shornberg is a quite subversive composer and although the piece is nominally a romance, there are deeper intonations evoking paranoia.
What is love of what is close, for example, but a hatred of the outside? Those damned ponies are a threat to Hellquill, which is all that stands between them and the griffon heartlands. The music's violence suggests what should be done, while its calmer interludes brood over how they overpopulate and despoil what could be productive land. And of course there are sympathizers and traitors everywhere, who lurk in the shadows. Such sentiments are new to Amber and seem to spring from the music itself. Near the middle a part of her is astonished and repelled from such overwhelming thoughts, and although she cannot stop playing, during a quieter and more compatible interlude she desperately starts playing a different song.
https://youtu.be/7vdgZAJVnes
The style, which would be called tintinnabuli had the term been coined, at first feeds off a smaller rhythm in Verklarte Nacht and takes the center stage, with its waves evoking harmony and peace. This at first intertwines with the first composition, but soon enough Shornberg's chaos attempts to overpower it while the new composition recedes. The new song is not outdone for long, and although not as loud its tranquil melody rings clearly. Shornberg's rage rings on before mellowing into harmony as well, while the second piece raises vivid and gorgeous protestations that do not seem of this world. Amber herself is divided along these pieces, and her talons seamlessly switch between one composition and the next, if not combining the two. The two, while euphonically combining at points, clash in dissonance at times, with one piece at first feeding into earthly ambition and then dwelling in melancholy while the other has a more celestial bent that chides the other. Shornberg may be subversive, but how could one hear his timeless opposition and not feel guilt over intended wrongs? Verklarte Nacht finishes with a vaguely pastoral phrase before finishing alongside the other work.
Amber is left exhausted by the end, confused and not entirely sure as to what transpired. What is even more uncertain is how the leader of Hellquill has received this performance, since dissonance in esoteric music is dangerous indeed and can lead to unexpected consequences.
Reminds me of that Downfall scene. Fortunately, Hellheim is not under siege, at least not yet.
https://youtu.be/U-pVz2LTakM
Although it is not yet evening, Amber and her closest–really, only–friends play a composition titled "Transfigured Night." As a sextet, it could not be done justice with a few ordinary musicians, but fortunately those present are anything but ordinary. The song starts out gently, with sweet and slow chords reminiscent of the approach of dusk. It is not long at all until Shornberg's more unique and esoteric style subtly creeps into the music as in waves before enshrouding the listeners in its chromaticism, returning occasionally to softer clarity. Shornberg is a quite subversive composer and although the piece is nominally a romance, there are deeper intonations evoking paranoia.
What is love of what is close, for example, but a hatred of the outside? Those damned ponies are a threat to Hellquill, which is all that stands between them and the griffon heartlands. The music's violence suggests what should be done, while its calmer interludes brood over how they overpopulate and despoil what could be productive land. And of course there are sympathizers and traitors everywhere, who lurk in the shadows. Such sentiments are new to Amber and seem to spring from the music itself. Near the middle a part of her is astonished and repelled from such overwhelming thoughts, and although she cannot stop playing, during a quieter and more compatible interlude she desperately starts playing a different song.
https://youtu.be/7vdgZAJVnes
The style, which would be called tintinnabuli had the term been coined, at first feeds off a smaller rhythm in Verklarte Nacht and takes the center stage, with its waves evoking harmony and peace. This at first intertwines with the first composition, but soon enough Shornberg's chaos attempts to overpower it while the new composition recedes. The new song is not outdone for long, and although not as loud its tranquil melody rings clearly. Shornberg's rage rings on before mellowing into harmony as well, while the second piece raises vivid and gorgeous protestations that do not seem of this world. Amber herself is divided along these pieces, and her talons seamlessly switch between one composition and the next, if not combining the two. The two, while euphonically combining at points, clash in dissonance at times, with one piece at first feeding into earthly ambition and then dwelling in melancholy while the other has a more celestial bent that chides the other. Shornberg may be subversive, but how could one hear his timeless opposition and not feel guilt over intended wrongs? Verklarte Nacht finishes with a vaguely pastoral phrase before finishing alongside the other work.
Amber is left exhausted by the end, confused and not entirely sure as to what transpired. What is even more uncertain is how the leader of Hellquill has received this performance, since dissonance in esoteric music is dangerous indeed and can lead to unexpected consequences.
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>>173468
It is said that one morning Dark Star went out for cigarettes… and never came back. Lunar Nadir was kicked out of college for non-payment. Tricky Truffle and Succulent Sorrel eventually took over the room at the tavern after finally getting jobs and paying rent, and several little ponies felt themselves without a friend. One bout pony tells of a great hero who could sling guns, and take down changelings, griffins, and criminals alike, and swears he will return when the world most needs him, like King Arthur from his slumber on Avalon - but she is increasingly dismissed as a relic of a bygone era, and marginalized from society.
But Baltimare… Baltimare continues to evolve and progress. With the disappearance of the edgy pony, racism went down 30% overnight. The forces of reaction were overcome. Social mores continued to change and enlighten, and the formerly pony city of Baltimare became even more enriched with a rainbow of new creatures, and acceptance for behaviors previously shunned and kept in hiding.
It is said that one morning Dark Star went out for cigarettes… and never came back. Lunar Nadir was kicked out of college for non-payment. Tricky Truffle and Succulent Sorrel eventually took over the room at the tavern after finally getting jobs and paying rent, and several little ponies felt themselves without a friend. One bout pony tells of a great hero who could sling guns, and take down changelings, griffins, and criminals alike, and swears he will return when the world most needs him, like King Arthur from his slumber on Avalon - but she is increasingly dismissed as a relic of a bygone era, and marginalized from society.
But Baltimare… Baltimare continues to evolve and progress. With the disappearance of the edgy pony, racism went down 30% overnight. The forces of reaction were overcome. Social mores continued to change and enlighten, and the formerly pony city of Baltimare became even more enriched with a rainbow of new creatures, and acceptance for behaviors previously shunned and kept in hiding.
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>>173474
I guess I'll roll my perception stuff
Posey keeps to the trees, trying to minimize direct sun exposure.
Search to look for tracks/traps
[1d20+3 = (10+3) = 13]
Survival to follow them
[1d20+1 = (6+1) = 7]
Spot to look for creatures
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]
Listen to hear them
[1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
I guess I'll roll my perception stuff
Posey keeps to the trees, trying to minimize direct sun exposure.
Search to look for tracks/traps
[1d20+3 = (10+3) = 13]
Survival to follow them
[1d20+1 = (6+1) = 7]
Spot to look for creatures
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]
Listen to hear them
[1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
>>173473
I'd like to see Dark Star again, someday
>>172791 →
Silver smiles widely, and makes a happy little whinny noise as she scritches his chin.
"Heavenly. As to be expected when you are with griffon goddess."
I'd like to see Dark Star again, someday
>>172791 →
Silver smiles widely, and makes a happy little whinny noise as she scritches his chin.
"Heavenly. As to be expected when you are with griffon goddess."
>>173534
Her eyes are again decidedly lidded, and with the sight of her slim, cat-like body from waist to face, Silver is affirmed in her description of her as a "goddess."
"That's right" She says, nodding slowly, and purring
>>173449
"Well" The mare stares at her. "There's a recently renovated unit that may be available for 700 a month."
Her eyes are again decidedly lidded, and with the sight of her slim, cat-like body from waist to face, Silver is affirmed in her description of her as a "goddess."
"That's right" She says, nodding slowly, and purring
>>173449
"Well" The mare stares at her. "There's a recently renovated unit that may be available for 700 a month."
>>173558
Silver once again rubs his muzzle against her smooth beak.
"You make cutest noises when you are happy, you know that?"
Silver once again rubs his muzzle against her smooth beak.
"You make cutest noises when you are happy, you know that?"
>>173558
"We'll take it!"
Kira says this with basically no hesitation, and begins counting out 700 Bits.
"We'll take it!"
Kira says this with basically no hesitation, and begins counting out 700 Bits.
>>173561
Her batting at his muzzle may or may not result in a boop, which may or may not result in him scroonching. He lets out a happy little whinny as proof of her claim.
"I am not sure I ever saw myself in this position even just year ago, but I am glad that this is where I ended up, in embrace of my griffon goddess."
Her batting at his muzzle may or may not result in a boop, which may or may not result in him scroonching. He lets out a happy little whinny as proof of her claim.
"I am not sure I ever saw myself in this position even just year ago, but I am glad that this is where I ended up, in embrace of my griffon goddess."
>>173564
At this turn of mood for his Jubee, Silver buries his head into the soft plumage of her neck and snuggles in. He can still be heard clearly, even if his voice is perhaps slightly muffled by feathers.
"I know it is not what you wanted, but I hope I can help make this as good of situation for you as I can."
At this turn of mood for his Jubee, Silver buries his head into the soft plumage of her neck and snuggles in. He can still be heard clearly, even if his voice is perhaps slightly muffled by feathers.
"I know it is not what you wanted, but I hope I can help make this as good of situation for you as I can."
>>173564
Kira adds another 300 to the Bits she's counting, bringing the total up to 1,000 Bits before placing them on the counter.
Kira adds another 300 to the Bits she's counting, bringing the total up to 1,000 Bits before placing them on the counter.
>>173566
She looks at the pile of bits
“That’s… a lot of bits to have on you… okay then.” And she looks back to Kira
“But, well, we don’t really allow exotic animals…”
>>173565
Jubilosa takes her claw, and starts rubbing around the base of his right ear.
“Don’t worry.” She says. “You have.” Though she seems troubled, she makes another “purr”
>>173572
the description is hard to do on mobile
She looks at the pile of bits
“That’s… a lot of bits to have on you… okay then.” And she looks back to Kira
“But, well, we don’t really allow exotic animals…”
>>173565
Jubilosa takes her claw, and starts rubbing around the base of his right ear.
“Don’t worry.” She says. “You have.” Though she seems troubled, she makes another “purr”
>>173572
the description is hard to do on mobile
>>173573
Kira looks at the pony with big, hopefully adorable snake eyes.
"Please, ma'am, it's not as though we can't manage our own needs or are some base animals like you would see out in the wild. We are fully sapient, just like any pony. We won't cause you or your complex any trouble."
Kira looks at the pony with big, hopefully adorable snake eyes.
"Please, ma'am, it's not as though we can't manage our own needs or are some base animals like you would see out in the wild. We are fully sapient, just like any pony. We won't cause you or your complex any trouble."
>>173573
Silver's ear twitches as Jubilosa no doubt marvels at how even his pony ears are fluffy.
Sense Motive: Silver tries to gain a peak into his griffon's head space, hopefully to know more specifics about what's troubling her.
[1d20+3 = (14+3) = 17]
Silver's ear twitches as Jubilosa no doubt marvels at how even his pony ears are fluffy.
Sense Motive: Silver tries to gain a peak into his griffon's head space, hopefully to know more specifics about what's troubling her.
[1d20+3 = (14+3) = 17]
>>173577
ears are scritched
Silver cuddles his griffon, keeping her attention focused on the present. Her attention is definitely brought back to the present when she feels Silver's Sword finally soften up enough that he comes loose with a pop. She can feel as his seed trickles out of her slowly.
ears are scritched
Silver cuddles his griffon, keeping her attention focused on the present. Her attention is definitely brought back to the present when she feels Silver's Sword finally soften up enough that he comes loose with a pop. She can feel as his seed trickles out of her slowly.
>>173577
flicks tongue
"I would never dream of doing anything harmful to their foals or pets. Pets are for pets, and ponies are already so adorable anyways that I imagine foals must be heart attack-inducing."
flicks tongue
"I would never dream of doing anything harmful to their foals or pets. Pets are for pets, and ponies are already so adorable anyways that I imagine foals must be heart attack-inducing."
>>173580
Bluff: Although Kira genuinely has no intent on eating on eating foals or pets, she hopes the pony will believe her.
[1d20-1 = (18-1) = 17]
Bluff: Although Kira genuinely has no intent on eating on eating foals or pets, she hopes the pony will believe her.
[1d20-1 = (18-1) = 17]
>>173580
It's hard to tell who is being absorbed into who with this close an embrace. Regardless, Jubilosa finds herself lost in a sea of light grey fluff. She feels his stout pony heart beat in his chest, and hears the steady breathing in and out of his powerful lungs.
It's hard to tell who is being absorbed into who with this close an embrace. Regardless, Jubilosa finds herself lost in a sea of light grey fluff. She feels his stout pony heart beat in his chest, and hears the steady breathing in and out of his powerful lungs.
>>173581
She looks at Kira, and then slowly opens her mouth to say
“Well… I suppose. We’ll need ID, and you’ll have to sign some documents.”
>>173582
There isn’t that much meat or fur to cover the ribs on her chest, though the fur does certainly move across her bones, and there is quite a bit of muscle around the base of her wings. She too, rises and falls with her breathes.
She purrs.
She looks at Kira, and then slowly opens her mouth to say
“Well… I suppose. We’ll need ID, and you’ll have to sign some documents.”
>>173582
There isn’t that much meat or fur to cover the ribs on her chest, though the fur does certainly move across her bones, and there is quite a bit of muscle around the base of her wings. She too, rises and falls with her breathes.
She purrs.
>>173583
Silver lets out a content whinny. He's happy to remain here with her, at least for the moment. He gently massages around the base of her wings.
Silver lets out a content whinny. He's happy to remain here with her, at least for the moment. He gently massages around the base of her wings.
>>173583
flicks tongue
Kira shows the pony her ID bracelet.
"No problem! I must say, though, it sure seems like ponies like paperwork, I've never imagine signing so much before today."
flicks tongue
Kira shows the pony her ID bracelet.
"No problem! I must say, though, it sure seems like ponies like paperwork, I've never imagine signing so much before today."
>>173585
It’s… a lot of pages.
Looking at the documents, it concerns things such as time of rent payments, the process of requesting maintenance work, and rules. Rules include things like no attempts at “renovation” or serious alteration of rooms, no-subletting, no Kirin allowed at any time, no conjugation magic, no subletting to zebras (why this rule isn’t covered by the previous rule against subletting is beyond Kira’s understanding), no destruction magic, no loud noises after 10 PM, no illegal activities… actually this goes on for a while. Pets are allowed but regulated. Whether the room is in good condition must be verified at the time of leasing in order for the owner to be considered in breach of warrant; however the warranty is always valid and the owner is responsible for maintenance, in which case submitting a maintenance request is the appropriate course of action. It’s a bunch of legal nonsense.
Sigh here, and here, and here.
>>173584
purr
Jubilosa must feel the same
It’s… a lot of pages.
Looking at the documents, it concerns things such as time of rent payments, the process of requesting maintenance work, and rules. Rules include things like no attempts at “renovation” or serious alteration of rooms, no-subletting, no Kirin allowed at any time, no conjugation magic, no subletting to zebras (why this rule isn’t covered by the previous rule against subletting is beyond Kira’s understanding), no destruction magic, no loud noises after 10 PM, no illegal activities… actually this goes on for a while. Pets are allowed but regulated. Whether the room is in good condition must be verified at the time of leasing in order for the owner to be considered in breach of warrant; however the warranty is always valid and the owner is responsible for maintenance, in which case submitting a maintenance request is the appropriate course of action. It’s a bunch of legal nonsense.
Sigh here, and here, and here.
>>173584
purr
Jubilosa must feel the same
>>173586
Hmm, seems fairly standard...Kira assumes. She definitely doesn't understand why no zebras specifically. As long as there's no clause that says she signs away her soul, Kira signs the papers.
Hmm, seems fairly standard...Kira assumes. She definitely doesn't understand why no zebras specifically. As long as there's no clause that says she signs away her soul, Kira signs the papers.
>>173586
If only he could be there forever...sadly, Silver does have things to do today. Still, he lingers there, unwilling to give up his griffon so soon.
If only he could be there forever...sadly, Silver does have things to do today. Still, he lingers there, unwilling to give up his griffon so soon.
>>173587
I like how “Absoluteky no Kirin” requires no explanation
How does Kira sign? What slides her signature look like? Where did she learn to read and write? Anyways…
The unicorn asks if the deer is supposed to be staying there as well, and when the question is answered in the affirmative, makes her sign something as well, and makes Kira write her name somewhere.
“You haven’t” the unicorn gives that toothy smile “seen the unit yet.”
>>173588
Just a few more minutes… surely the world will not catch on fire so quickly?
I like how “Absoluteky no Kirin” requires no explanation
How does Kira sign? What slides her signature look like? Where did she learn to read and write? Anyways…
The unicorn asks if the deer is supposed to be staying there as well, and when the question is answered in the affirmative, makes her sign something as well, and makes Kira write her name somewhere.
“You haven’t” the unicorn gives that toothy smile “seen the unit yet.”
>>173588
Just a few more minutes… surely the world will not catch on fire so quickly?
>>173589
Not for a few years, at least. Though it does make Silver wonder, what happened to his Jubee in that future?
Not for a few years, at least. Though it does make Silver wonder, what happened to his Jubee in that future?
>>173405
>>173451
>>173455
>>173474
>>173572
With no spells left, Posey keeps her weapons drawn as she matches. She grips her sword in her maw, and levitates her compound bow with her horn.
She draws her hood over her head to minimize sunlight exposure, her golden eyes glowing beneath the shadow of the hood.
>>173451
>>173455
>>173474
>>173572
With no spells left, Posey keeps her weapons drawn as she matches. She grips her sword in her maw, and levitates her compound bow with her horn.
She draws her hood over her head to minimize sunlight exposure, her golden eyes glowing beneath the shadow of the hood.
I guess not
>>173593
Kira does try to move around the mare, letting her pass before following her out of the door.
Kira does try to move around the mare, letting her pass before following her out of the door.
>>173593
He has to admit, the foals were exceptionally cute, but he would miss having his griffon goddess around. He manages to hold off breaking away from his Jubee cuddles for a few minutes before he kisses his griffu again.
"I really do have to get up..."
He has to admit, the foals were exceptionally cute, but he would miss having his griffon goddess around. He manages to hold off breaking away from his Jubee cuddles for a few minutes before he kisses his griffu again.
"I really do have to get up..."
"Stupid Sun...! I thought that bitch princess was captured or something, so why is there still day? The Coven was very disappointed by this development..."
I'm going to make an intelligence check to see what Posey knows about the day/night cycle, and why it continues in spite of recent developments concerning the princesses.
I think princess Celestia counts as a demigod, so I'll roll religion.
[1d20+9 = (1+9) = 10]
I'm going to make an intelligence check to see what Posey knows about the day/night cycle, and why it continues in spite of recent developments concerning the princesses.
I think princess Celestia counts as a demigod, so I'll roll religion.
[1d20+9 = (1+9) = 10]
>>173613
Well fuck. I know skills don't crit, but it looks like I'm still out of luck, unless it's somehow common knowledge that anyone would know.
Well fuck. I know skills don't crit, but it looks like I'm still out of luck, unless it's somehow common knowledge that anyone would know.
I guess not.
As an interested party and a friend of the scrunchiest flower this side of the Mississippi. I have a proposal for the game.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vHzWLmdeNMdwpV1ZZm7_odK8Se-M19KiiB6iZdOX0mg/pub
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_QNvNjIMKGivuMWayMOsOaXd-w9nCsnvnfyxEb4dbno/pub#h.mp7gnwz1yhkj
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CXF9Q2XUoq0Lzh0H8Zzk8gCq4GMkzB-pYTRxIfQGXH8/pub
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cPmFbL75JMGQ4im7iH9ySCJYh7tGP3g8eo1xIW5R8KA/pub
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1h0SlmLGUjL6TgOGxxe8ww7yJPiZhfx5864v_6jwlYeg/pub
This is a system developed by /mlp/ for simplified board based pony ttrpg adventures. I think it has a few benefits over homebrew additions to DND, including but not limited to:
>providing more accurate stats and fluff for ponies and other races
>streamlining game play, allowing for clearer combat and more concise actions
>better balances martial and caster characters
>more variety for the many martial characters
>less complex system makes adding homebrew ideas slightly easier
Any thoughts?
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vHzWLmdeNMdwpV1ZZm7_odK8Se-M19KiiB6iZdOX0mg/pub
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_QNvNjIMKGivuMWayMOsOaXd-w9nCsnvnfyxEb4dbno/pub#h.mp7gnwz1yhkj
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CXF9Q2XUoq0Lzh0H8Zzk8gCq4GMkzB-pYTRxIfQGXH8/pub
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cPmFbL75JMGQ4im7iH9ySCJYh7tGP3g8eo1xIW5R8KA/pub
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1h0SlmLGUjL6TgOGxxe8ww7yJPiZhfx5864v_6jwlYeg/pub
This is a system developed by /mlp/ for simplified board based pony ttrpg adventures. I think it has a few benefits over homebrew additions to DND, including but not limited to:
>providing more accurate stats and fluff for ponies and other races
>streamlining game play, allowing for clearer combat and more concise actions
>better balances martial and caster characters
>more variety for the many martial characters
>less complex system makes adding homebrew ideas slightly easier
Any thoughts?
So, does Posey find those tanks?
>>173623
It would be kind of weird to change systems mid game, but not unprecedented.
I'm still lvl 3 anyway.
It would be kind of weird to change systems mid game, but not unprecedented.
I'm still lvl 3 anyway.
Does Posey need to roll anything else to find the tanks?
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Quest tomorrow?
Yay.
Also, I've been playing Posey for more than a year now.
Also, I've been playing Posey for more than a year now.
>>173503
>>173455
Posie finds a little trail, mostly likely used by wildlife, judging by the small, split-hooved tracks and the occasional, much bigger and deeper tracks that run along it. It takes her through a relatively thin undergrowth of moss and ferns that covers mud, peat, baren roots, and especially piles of lost brown leaves. Hanging above are innumerable, though not necessarily dense, hanging cypress and willow trees, whose big, drooping branches that vary from retaining most of their leaves to having none at all, appear along like green and brown dresses on so many giants in this humid, open-air ball. Posey occasionally passes little ponds, round in shape with muddy rims, occasionally filed with cut roots, and filled with muddy water and leaves. Elsewhere are mangled trees, sometimes cut in half.
Posey sees some definite signs that ponies have been this way. In one location, a rifle tuck into the ground with a steel helmet placed on top, in the clear sign of a grave marker. In another area, an abandoned tent. In another area, a broken branch with some cloth tied in a bow to it. In another, a set of roots that oddly has bandages wrapped around it.
These lands belong to the living - not to imply that death is out of place here. Posey knows these swamps to be variously inhabited by Chimeras, Hydras (bigger ones), lake and river serpents, Manticores, vicious and gigantic insects, occasional visits by the dragons from further south, and the occasional overflows of civilization. She can hear the sounds of so many birds chirping and singing their songs, the hooting of an owl, and many insects humming. She can see them fly about, and perch around. There are calls of unknown creatures further away, and the howls of what might be wolves. Posey only sees one terrestrial animal - a small cervid, presumably some kind of deer - which darts away when Posey nears it. It's the first animal to be afraid of Posey's presence, rather than indifferent or outright hostile. Even the plants are defiant and make known that this forest belongs to the living. A tree is not merely covered in leaves in the middle of winter, but is flowering with vibrant, big, blue flowers, dotted with orange spots.
The trail moves near water, bespeckled with so many cypress trees. Posey can tell that these areas are flooded only when the rain comes, based on what undergrowth peaks through. These are dotted by islands that break the little valleys of water. The end of a rifle stands up out of the water, as if propped up by some rock or root just beneath the water's surface. A tree stands out on one little island in a sort of clearing, away from most other trees. It's fairly small, a sapling, looks like it could be a few years old. It has two big branches that move out from the center, a few feet above the ground, though a third, shorter and thicker one is placed behind it, as if in three prongs, like upside down caltrops. The two larger branches stretch out forward and closer to Posey, towards the sky in a kind of Y shape. What is odd is that hanging around these two branches, and wrapped around the back of the tree, is a large, green, military bag that could not be more than some months exposed. The impossible position of the backpack is the clearest sign of magic thus far.
>>173455
Posie finds a little trail, mostly likely used by wildlife, judging by the small, split-hooved tracks and the occasional, much bigger and deeper tracks that run along it. It takes her through a relatively thin undergrowth of moss and ferns that covers mud, peat, baren roots, and especially piles of lost brown leaves. Hanging above are innumerable, though not necessarily dense, hanging cypress and willow trees, whose big, drooping branches that vary from retaining most of their leaves to having none at all, appear along like green and brown dresses on so many giants in this humid, open-air ball. Posey occasionally passes little ponds, round in shape with muddy rims, occasionally filed with cut roots, and filled with muddy water and leaves. Elsewhere are mangled trees, sometimes cut in half.
Posey sees some definite signs that ponies have been this way. In one location, a rifle tuck into the ground with a steel helmet placed on top, in the clear sign of a grave marker. In another area, an abandoned tent. In another area, a broken branch with some cloth tied in a bow to it. In another, a set of roots that oddly has bandages wrapped around it.
These lands belong to the living - not to imply that death is out of place here. Posey knows these swamps to be variously inhabited by Chimeras, Hydras (bigger ones), lake and river serpents, Manticores, vicious and gigantic insects, occasional visits by the dragons from further south, and the occasional overflows of civilization. She can hear the sounds of so many birds chirping and singing their songs, the hooting of an owl, and many insects humming. She can see them fly about, and perch around. There are calls of unknown creatures further away, and the howls of what might be wolves. Posey only sees one terrestrial animal - a small cervid, presumably some kind of deer - which darts away when Posey nears it. It's the first animal to be afraid of Posey's presence, rather than indifferent or outright hostile. Even the plants are defiant and make known that this forest belongs to the living. A tree is not merely covered in leaves in the middle of winter, but is flowering with vibrant, big, blue flowers, dotted with orange spots.
The trail moves near water, bespeckled with so many cypress trees. Posey can tell that these areas are flooded only when the rain comes, based on what undergrowth peaks through. These are dotted by islands that break the little valleys of water. The end of a rifle stands up out of the water, as if propped up by some rock or root just beneath the water's surface. A tree stands out on one little island in a sort of clearing, away from most other trees. It's fairly small, a sapling, looks like it could be a few years old. It has two big branches that move out from the center, a few feet above the ground, though a third, shorter and thicker one is placed behind it, as if in three prongs, like upside down caltrops. The two larger branches stretch out forward and closer to Posey, towards the sky in a kind of Y shape. What is odd is that hanging around these two branches, and wrapped around the back of the tree, is a large, green, military bag that could not be more than some months exposed. The impossible position of the backpack is the clearest sign of magic thus far.
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>>173646
>split-hooved tracks
I take it that we're not using the sapient deer from EaW? (Ngl, too many non-pony countries for comfort)
>a small cervid, presumably some kind of deer - which darts away when Posey nears it
Ah, that clears it up.
>these swamps to be variously inhabited by Chimeras, Hydras (bigger ones), lake and river serpents, Manticores, vicious and gigantic insects, occasional visits by the dragons from further south, and the occasional overflows of civilization.
Then it shall make for good hunting.
>Even the plants are defiant and make known that this forest belongs to the living.
And here I am, having just removed defiling magic from my sheet.
Posey glares at the defiant plants, trying to wilt them with her gaze, but alas, her horn is depleted of spells.
>In one location, a rifle tuck into the ground with a steel helmet placed on top, in the clear sign of a grave marker.
Posey resists the impulse to temper with the grave.
"Patient, Posey, you're on a mission here. Now is not the time for fun." She says to herself
>hanging around these two branches, and wrapped around the back of the tree, is a large, green, military bag that could not be more than some months exposed. The impossible position of the backpack is the clearest sign of magic thus far.
This catches Posey's interest, and she reaches out with the power of her horn to bring the sack towards her.
However, before she does this, she rolls Search to check for traps (if she rolls too low to detect a trap, assume she just grabs the bag)
[1d20+1 = (6+1) = 7] (penalty in sunlight)
>split-hooved tracks
I take it that we're not using the sapient deer from EaW? (Ngl, too many non-pony countries for comfort)
>a small cervid, presumably some kind of deer - which darts away when Posey nears it
Ah, that clears it up.
>these swamps to be variously inhabited by Chimeras, Hydras (bigger ones), lake and river serpents, Manticores, vicious and gigantic insects, occasional visits by the dragons from further south, and the occasional overflows of civilization.
Then it shall make for good hunting.
>Even the plants are defiant and make known that this forest belongs to the living.
And here I am, having just removed defiling magic from my sheet.
Posey glares at the defiant plants, trying to wilt them with her gaze, but alas, her horn is depleted of spells.
>In one location, a rifle tuck into the ground with a steel helmet placed on top, in the clear sign of a grave marker.
Posey resists the impulse to temper with the grave.
"Patient, Posey, you're on a mission here. Now is not the time for fun." She says to herself
>hanging around these two branches, and wrapped around the back of the tree, is a large, green, military bag that could not be more than some months exposed. The impossible position of the backpack is the clearest sign of magic thus far.
This catches Posey's interest, and she reaches out with the power of her horn to bring the sack towards her.
However, before she does this, she rolls Search to check for traps (if she rolls too low to detect a trap, assume she just grabs the bag)
[1d20+1 = (6+1) = 7] (penalty in sunlight)
>>173649
>deer
The pony show includes non-sapient deer, sapient, quadrupedal, brightly colored reindeer, non-sapient pigs, sapient anthro pigs, non-sapient cats, sapient anthro cats, non-sapient dogs, and sapient anthro dogs. It’s all very confusing.
There are sapient deer in the campaign. Kira even purchased one.
>wilting the trees
The tree with its blue flowers stands there, still defiant. The flowers are almost beautiful, even if the orange spots seem a bit odd. They almost seem to beckon for Posey to come, pick them up and smell them, and put one in her mane.
>grave
The ground beneath looks a bit too solid, too full of roots, to be the actual location of the grave. Posey knows by now the ponies take away their dead when they can. And if there were a body there, the forest has claimed it. Ants, the various predators, fungi… the forest does not give up its dead. Living matter is recycled and repurposed.
>the bag
Perhaps you don’t understand. The arm bands of the backpack are around the split branches of the tree, in such a way that removing the backpack from the tree is impossible. Putting it there in the first place is equally impossible - like the tree had grown through the backpack, it must have been either carefully sewn onto the tree, or its bands moved through solid matter. Posey would need to cut the arm (leg) bands, or just leave it there and go through the back.
To get to the island, the water is surprisingly shallow, though still thick with algae. There is a canteen on the edge of the island.
>deer
The pony show includes non-sapient deer, sapient, quadrupedal, brightly colored reindeer, non-sapient pigs, sapient anthro pigs, non-sapient cats, sapient anthro cats, non-sapient dogs, and sapient anthro dogs. It’s all very confusing.
There are sapient deer in the campaign. Kira even purchased one.
>wilting the trees
The tree with its blue flowers stands there, still defiant. The flowers are almost beautiful, even if the orange spots seem a bit odd. They almost seem to beckon for Posey to come, pick them up and smell them, and put one in her mane.
>grave
The ground beneath looks a bit too solid, too full of roots, to be the actual location of the grave. Posey knows by now the ponies take away their dead when they can. And if there were a body there, the forest has claimed it. Ants, the various predators, fungi… the forest does not give up its dead. Living matter is recycled and repurposed.
>the bag
Perhaps you don’t understand. The arm bands of the backpack are around the split branches of the tree, in such a way that removing the backpack from the tree is impossible. Putting it there in the first place is equally impossible - like the tree had grown through the backpack, it must have been either carefully sewn onto the tree, or its bands moved through solid matter. Posey would need to cut the arm (leg) bands, or just leave it there and go through the back.
To get to the island, the water is surprisingly shallow, though still thick with algae. There is a canteen on the edge of the island.
>>173650
>The flowers are almost beautiful, even if the orange spots seem a bit odd
Wait a minute, I've seen the show. I know these flowers. These are swamp fewer flowers. Metagaming, but we've all seen the show.
Well, I'm glad that disease doesn't affect me.
>They almost seem to beckon for Posey to come, pick them up and smell them, and put one in her mane. L
Posey does exactly that, appreciating the cruel aroma. She's a fan of flowers, especially the frightful variety.
"Blue, with orange spots...? How delightfully chaotic of a flower. The thralls of the coven would be jealous." she says, as she places one in her mane. She giggles at the pollen tickles her sensitive nose.
>The arm bands of the backpack are around the split branches of the tree, in such a way that removing the backpack from the tree is impossible.
... It's the flowers, isn't it? A pony turned into the tree while wearing the backpack.
I know this, let's see if Posey knows anything about it.
Arcana (trained)
[1d20+11 = (10+11) = 21]
Nature (untrained)
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]
>Posey would need to cut the arm (leg) bands, or just leave it there and go through the back.
Not one to pass up looting the dead, Posey levitates her knife to cut the bag.
>To get to the island, the water is surprisingly shallow, though still thick with algae. There is a canteen on the edge of the island.
So long as it isn't running, Posey has no trouble crossing it, although she doesn't like getting her cost dirty.
>The flowers are almost beautiful, even if the orange spots seem a bit odd
Wait a minute, I've seen the show. I know these flowers. These are swamp fewer flowers. Metagaming, but we've all seen the show.
Well, I'm glad that disease doesn't affect me.
>They almost seem to beckon for Posey to come, pick them up and smell them, and put one in her mane. L
Posey does exactly that, appreciating the cruel aroma. She's a fan of flowers, especially the frightful variety.
"Blue, with orange spots...? How delightfully chaotic of a flower. The thralls of the coven would be jealous." she says, as she places one in her mane. She giggles at the pollen tickles her sensitive nose.
>The arm bands of the backpack are around the split branches of the tree, in such a way that removing the backpack from the tree is impossible.
... It's the flowers, isn't it? A pony turned into the tree while wearing the backpack.
I know this, let's see if Posey knows anything about it.
Arcana (trained)
[1d20+11 = (10+11) = 21]
Nature (untrained)
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]
>Posey would need to cut the arm (leg) bands, or just leave it there and go through the back.
Not one to pass up looting the dead, Posey levitates her knife to cut the bag.
>To get to the island, the water is surprisingly shallow, though still thick with algae. There is a canteen on the edge of the island.
So long as it isn't running, Posey has no trouble crossing it, although she doesn't like getting her cost dirty.
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