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.
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>>174081
[1d20 = 2]
There is only one gun in the meadow, though it appears from the size of the area there once may have been many more, and this is simply the one that never left. It's right wheel has been not simply removed but ripped off, as are several parts. Paint is chipped, blown away, or has otherwise fallen off, and there are many scratch marks.
>>174082
Paper Clipping scrunches. Rather intensely. Khoi too, gets the message, and gets back to flipping, or tries to.
"Pay cows?" This gets a little smile from her
"But still... It is a product of an animal. Not in keeping with the place of the Kylan, err, pony."
From the hall, Silver can hear claw steps. Jubilosa walks over to the kitchen door, and peers in. She has evidently washed, with her fur still a bit wet.
"What ae you doing over here?" She asks, looking in and around
>>174083
Neela gives a little smile. "It's nice. Though I think you may like it more... One is needed for my bedroom."
[1d20 = 2]
There is only one gun in the meadow, though it appears from the size of the area there once may have been many more, and this is simply the one that never left. It's right wheel has been not simply removed but ripped off, as are several parts. Paint is chipped, blown away, or has otherwise fallen off, and there are many scratch marks.
>>174082
Paper Clipping scrunches. Rather intensely. Khoi too, gets the message, and gets back to flipping, or tries to.
"Pay cows?" This gets a little smile from her
"But still... It is a product of an animal. Not in keeping with the place of the Kylan, err, pony."
From the hall, Silver can hear claw steps. Jubilosa walks over to the kitchen door, and peers in. She has evidently washed, with her fur still a bit wet.
"What ae you doing over here?" She asks, looking in and around
>>174083
Neela gives a little smile. "It's nice. Though I think you may like it more... One is needed for my bedroom."
>>174084
Something about seeing Neela smile is uplifting to Kira's soul.
"It's your bed, and we've still got plenty of Bits. Pick one, any one. I'd get a bed for myself, too, if they made them big or strong enough."
Something about seeing Neela smile is uplifting to Kira's soul.
"It's your bed, and we've still got plenty of Bits. Pick one, any one. I'd get a bed for myself, too, if they made them big or strong enough."
>>174084
>not simply removed but ripped off, as are several parts
Does it have the part that Posey is looking for though?
Posey scrunches a bit, thinking that her mission may not yet be finished.
>not simply removed but ripped off, as are several parts
Does it have the part that Posey is looking for though?
Posey scrunches a bit, thinking that her mission may not yet be finished.
>>174084
D'awwwwwww. A scrunchy Clip is a qt. Silver smiles at his griffon as she peaks into the kitchen. "Making pancakes and debating ethics about using milk and eggs. Want some?"
D'awwwwwww. A scrunchy Clip is a qt. Silver smiles at his griffon as she peaks into the kitchen. "Making pancakes and debating ethics about using milk and eggs. Want some?"
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>>174088
"Either or. Grab what you want to put on them."
Silver divvies up a plate of pancakes for his griffon, before turning to Khoi. "So, what do you mean, 'not in keeping with place of Kylan'?"
"Either or. Grab what you want to put on them."
Silver divvies up a plate of pancakes for his griffon, before turning to Khoi. "So, what do you mean, 'not in keeping with place of Kylan'?"
>>174088
"D'awwwwwww!" Wait...crap, that one was said aloud. Ah well, surely Neela knows how cute she is, especially for being a normally food-shaped creature.
"D'awwwwwww!" Wait...crap, that one was said aloud. Ah well, surely Neela knows how cute she is, especially for being a normally food-shaped creature.
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>>174088
>The hydro-pneumatic tubes are still on the gun. However, it appears a piece of shrapnel has penetrated the cylinder.
Is that good enough for the Masters back in magebold to analyze the design?
Posey gets to work unscrewing the cylinder with her wrench, humming as she goes.
>The hydro-pneumatic tubes are still on the gun. However, it appears a piece of shrapnel has penetrated the cylinder.
Is that good enough for the Masters back in magebold to analyze the design?
Posey gets to work unscrewing the cylinder with her wrench, humming as she goes.
>>174091
Dread it. Run from it. Cuteness exists all the same.
"Well, come on. Pick one." Kira smiles brightly at the cute deer.
Dread it. Run from it. Cuteness exists all the same.
"Well, come on. Pick one." Kira smiles brightly at the cute deer.
>>174094
Posey puts the damaged cylinder in her saddlebags regardless.
"Hmmm, I was hoping to get a one in better condition, although I can't say for sure how many there are left out here..." she says, looking around
Posey puts the damaged cylinder in her saddlebags regardless.
"Hmmm, I was hoping to get a one in better condition, although I can't say for sure how many there are left out here..." she says, looking around
>>174091
Now Silver is curious. "Your religion teaches you to be stewards of animal life? Or is it just part of your culture?"
Now Silver is curious. "Your religion teaches you to be stewards of animal life? Or is it just part of your culture?"
>>174096
Posey does not see another artillery piece, but she does see that the road continues to the left.
The dampener is very large, needing to be strapped to her, unless she has what is basically a duffle bag.
>>174097
“It teaches us not to harm, but we know our place is as those-who-eat-plants. And… you adjust the clouds and the rain, do you not?”
>>174095
“Uh” she looks down then back up, holding her right leg up “okay”
She eventually picks one. Eventually.
Posey does not see another artillery piece, but she does see that the road continues to the left.
The dampener is very large, needing to be strapped to her, unless she has what is basically a duffle bag.
>>174097
“It teaches us not to harm, but we know our place is as those-who-eat-plants. And… you adjust the clouds and the rain, do you not?”
>>174095
“Uh” she looks down then back up, holding her right leg up “okay”
She eventually picks one. Eventually.
>>174098
>unless she has what is basically a duffle bag
I figure saddlebags would cut it?
>the road continues to the left.
Posey continues down the road, seeking a more intact dampener, keeping an eye out for any more artillery.
"They couldn't have been spaced that far apart..There could be more nearby."
>unless she has what is basically a duffle bag
I figure saddlebags would cut it?
>the road continues to the left.
Posey continues down the road, seeking a more intact dampener, keeping an eye out for any more artillery.
"They couldn't have been spaced that far apart..There could be more nearby."
>>174098
"Eeehhhhh, it is more Equestrian thing than Severyanan, but I see your point. Weather factories, Winter Wrap Up...it is definitely very 'steward like'."
"Eeehhhhh, it is more Equestrian thing than Severyanan, but I see your point. Weather factories, Winter Wrap Up...it is definitely very 'steward like'."
>>174098
Kira claps her hooves together when Neela picks her bed, and her tongue flicks out excitedly.
"Great! We'll remember it for when we're ready to check out, I may be strong but I don't want to have to lug an entire bed around with us as we're shopping. What's next?"
Kira claps her hooves together when Neela picks her bed, and her tongue flicks out excitedly.
"Great! We'll remember it for when we're ready to check out, I may be strong but I don't want to have to lug an entire bed around with us as we're shopping. What's next?"
>>174099
These things are big.
"They would have moved further down the road when we pushed the Monarchists back"
"This was a battery. Six guns in a battery, fourteen batteries in the division."
Roll Search, Listen, and Spot as Posey moves further down
>>174100
She blinks
"Is there much of a difference?"
>>174101
"Well, a dresser. Some chairs for the dining room... couches for the living room would be nice."
These things are big.
"They would have moved further down the road when we pushed the Monarchists back"
"This was a battery. Six guns in a battery, fourteen batteries in the division."
Roll Search, Listen, and Spot as Posey moves further down
>>174100
She blinks
"Is there much of a difference?"
>>174101
"Well, a dresser. Some chairs for the dining room... couches for the living room would be nice."
>>174104
Silver looks at Khoi for a moment, before asking her in turn, "Is there much of difference between Kylan and Kirin?"
Silver looks at Khoi for a moment, before asking her in turn, "Is there much of difference between Kylan and Kirin?"
>>174104
Kira is as yet blissfully unaware of just how much she's bit off and how much she can in fact chew.
"It's amazing this store has all of this. Imagine how many homes could this store fully furnish, I wonder."
Kira is as yet blissfully unaware of just how much she's bit off and how much she can in fact chew.
"It's amazing this store has all of this. Imagine how many homes could this store fully furnish, I wonder."
>>174104
>Roll Search, Listen, and Spot as Posey moves further down
I'm adding +2 to each, with the assumption that at least one of the ghosts succeeds on a DC 10 check to assist Posey on each check.
Search
[1d20+5 = (19+5) = 24]
Spot
[1d20+5 = (19+5) = 24]
Listen
[1d20+5 = (16+5) = 21]
>Roll Search, Listen, and Spot as Posey moves further down
I'm adding +2 to each, with the assumption that at least one of the ghosts succeeds on a DC 10 check to assist Posey on each check.
Search
[1d20+5 = (19+5) = 24]
Spot
[1d20+5 = (19+5) = 24]
Listen
[1d20+5 = (16+5) = 21]
>>174104
>"They would have moved further down the road when we pushed the Monarchists back"
"Let's head down there then." Posey replies
>Six guns in a battery
"That means there should be five more. The odds should be in our favor, so long as scrappers haven't found them first."
>These things are big
How much does it weigh?
>"They would have moved further down the road when we pushed the Monarchists back"
"Let's head down there then." Posey replies
>Six guns in a battery
"That means there should be five more. The odds should be in our favor, so long as scrappers haven't found them first."
>These things are big
How much does it weigh?
>>174105
"They used magic instead of spirit to hold the peace of mind. They don't now, and they don't have peace. As for whether they eat animal products, that depends on their position on the Great Vehicle. Some do, and some don't I think. But I have never been the Empire, so I cannot say for sure."
>>174106
After Kira's experience at the restaurant, Kira ought to be aware that she can barely chew at all.
"Quite a lot, I think." Neela looks around
"This table looks nice. And that chair over there... that would be lovely. Oh! And imagine this couch. Do you want any furniture?
>>174107
>>174108
>those rolls
Damn
>>174107
Somewhere under 100 pounds.
"I would hope there are not five more. That would mean five more were lost."
This area tends to be higher, more conventional forest with more diverse trees. The occasional breaks in tree cover continue
"They used magic instead of spirit to hold the peace of mind. They don't now, and they don't have peace. As for whether they eat animal products, that depends on their position on the Great Vehicle. Some do, and some don't I think. But I have never been the Empire, so I cannot say for sure."
>>174106
After Kira's experience at the restaurant, Kira ought to be aware that she can barely chew at all.
"Quite a lot, I think." Neela looks around
"This table looks nice. And that chair over there... that would be lovely. Oh! And imagine this couch. Do you want any furniture?
>>174107
>>174108
>those rolls
Damn
>>174107
Somewhere under 100 pounds.
"I would hope there are not five more. That would mean five more were lost."
This area tends to be higher, more conventional forest with more diverse trees. The occasional breaks in tree cover continue
>>174109
>Somewhere under 100 pounds.
That's less than half of Posey's light load then. She remains unencumbered.
(I know this because I've been trying to figure out how to transport that hydra carcass... It sadly weighs more than Posey can drag on her own)
>That would mean five more were lost.
"Then let's go see about that for ourselves." Posey says, trotting along
>Damn
Does Posey see anything of note?
>Somewhere under 100 pounds.
That's less than half of Posey's light load then. She remains unencumbered.
(I know this because I've been trying to figure out how to transport that hydra carcass... It sadly weighs more than Posey can drag on her own)
>That would mean five more were lost.
"Then let's go see about that for ourselves." Posey says, trotting along
>Damn
Does Posey see anything of note?
>>174109
"Oh, I don't know what I would get. You saw my belongings, they fit pretty neatly into just a couple bags." She looks around her at all the variety of pieces for sale. "We had furniture, of course, but it was definitely in a much different style from all of this. This looks very...modern, I suppose? Hmm...I wouldn't mind a chest. Someplace safe to store my belongings at home."
"Oh, I don't know what I would get. You saw my belongings, they fit pretty neatly into just a couple bags." She looks around her at all the variety of pieces for sale. "We had furniture, of course, but it was definitely in a much different style from all of this. This looks very...modern, I suppose? Hmm...I wouldn't mind a chest. Someplace safe to store my belongings at home."
>>174109
"Huh. I suppose that is bit of what I am getting at. Equestrians and Severyanans, they may have similar origins - we both originated from various pony tribes living in northern reaches of Equus - but we moved east when windigoes attacked while Equestrians moved south. Then after windigoes were banished from this world, we had hundreds of years of history apart from Equestria where we developed our own language, our own culture, and our own religious practices, all in our own kingdoms and eventually our own empire. It is only because of Groverian Conquests that we ever became part of Equestria in first place."
"Huh. I suppose that is bit of what I am getting at. Equestrians and Severyanans, they may have similar origins - we both originated from various pony tribes living in northern reaches of Equus - but we moved east when windigoes attacked while Equestrians moved south. Then after windigoes were banished from this world, we had hundreds of years of history apart from Equestria where we developed our own language, our own culture, and our own religious practices, all in our own kingdoms and eventually our own empire. It is only because of Groverian Conquests that we ever became part of Equestria in first place."
>>174111
It is indeed rather "modern," generally with lathe cut wooden legs, woven fabrics, and sometimes flamboyant dyed colors.
"Oh they'll have a chest around here somewhere. Maybe you should get one."
>>174112
"I see..." she says. "So, you dominate. You are not stewards." Just a little bit disappointed.
It is indeed rather "modern," generally with lathe cut wooden legs, woven fabrics, and sometimes flamboyant dyed colors.
"Oh they'll have a chest around here somewhere. Maybe you should get one."
>>174112
"I see..." she says. "So, you dominate. You are not stewards." Just a little bit disappointed.
>>174113
"Like I said, Equestria and Severyana are different and have different histories and cultures. Winter Wrap Up for example is very much Equestrian tradition, where ponies helped nature prepare for transition from winter to spring by melting snow and ice, waking up creatures from their dens and burrows, and making new nests and homes for animals. It is very steward-like tradition."
"Like I said, Equestria and Severyana are different and have different histories and cultures. Winter Wrap Up for example is very much Equestrian tradition, where ponies helped nature prepare for transition from winter to spring by melting snow and ice, waking up creatures from their dens and burrows, and making new nests and homes for animals. It is very steward-like tradition."
>>174113
Kira flicks her tongue as she smiles, and goes to look for chests. She doesn't need anything super fancy, just something with plenty of storage room and the ability to be locked.
Kira flicks her tongue as she smiles, and goes to look for chests. She doesn't need anything super fancy, just something with plenty of storage room and the ability to be locked.
>>174110
Posey continues her trek through the woods. The path is occasionally blocked by felled trees, though more commonly, the logs are cut in half and moved to either side. Damage to trees is sporadic, sometimes with all nearby trees intact, and sometimes with an entire acre reduced to muddy craters and wood chips. The path winds along, sometimes hugging the edge of lakes, bogs, or rivers. The sounds of a holler, and later, of a wolves' howl, are miles distant. Closer, Posey can hear the sounds of birds and insects, and occasionally see them.
Then the path takes an interesting turn. Going around the edge of what seems to be a lake, the path turns to the left to hug the left rim of the lake to meet up on the other side. This path, however, is a simple hoof path, not big enough for vehicles. For that, there is a pier that extends into the water, though the last half is damaged, with broken wood and exposed lumber piers. The water of the lake is greenish-brown, and Posey can see movement in it, both from insects and larger creatures. On the other side, a few hundred feet away, is another pier. But in the water, not far at all from pier and not in deep water, Posey can see... What seems to be the barrel of a steel gun sticking out. Insects buzz about, and on the far side, Posey can see what seem to be humingbirds.
Posey continues her trek through the woods. The path is occasionally blocked by felled trees, though more commonly, the logs are cut in half and moved to either side. Damage to trees is sporadic, sometimes with all nearby trees intact, and sometimes with an entire acre reduced to muddy craters and wood chips. The path winds along, sometimes hugging the edge of lakes, bogs, or rivers. The sounds of a holler, and later, of a wolves' howl, are miles distant. Closer, Posey can hear the sounds of birds and insects, and occasionally see them.
Then the path takes an interesting turn. Going around the edge of what seems to be a lake, the path turns to the left to hug the left rim of the lake to meet up on the other side. This path, however, is a simple hoof path, not big enough for vehicles. For that, there is a pier that extends into the water, though the last half is damaged, with broken wood and exposed lumber piers. The water of the lake is greenish-brown, and Posey can see movement in it, both from insects and larger creatures. On the other side, a few hundred feet away, is another pier. But in the water, not far at all from pier and not in deep water, Posey can see... What seems to be the barrel of a steel gun sticking out. Insects buzz about, and on the far side, Posey can see what seem to be humingbirds.
>>174117
>The sounds of a holler
Like, a pony holler?
>The water of the lake is greenish-brown, and Posey can see movement in it, both from insects and larger creatures.
I take it that means it's not running water?
>But in the water, not far at all from pier and not in deep water, Posey can see... What seems to be the barrel of a steel gun sticking out.
Posey approaches the gun and examines it for the components she's looking for.
"I wonder if the shock absorber rusted by now... Only one way to find out." Posey says drawing her tools as she finds herself getting wet for the second time today.
>The sounds of a holler
Like, a pony holler?
>The water of the lake is greenish-brown, and Posey can see movement in it, both from insects and larger creatures.
I take it that means it's not running water?
>But in the water, not far at all from pier and not in deep water, Posey can see... What seems to be the barrel of a steel gun sticking out.
Posey approaches the gun and examines it for the components she's looking for.
"I wonder if the shock absorber rusted by now... Only one way to find out." Posey says drawing her tools as she finds herself getting wet for the second time today.
>>174118
Silver smiles back. He returns his attention to the pancakes, almost all of which should be finished by now.
"You know, if you want to learn more about Equestrian traditions, holidays, and culture in general, it could be good opportunity to get acquainted with colts here and learn all about it from them."
Silver smiles back. He returns his attention to the pancakes, almost all of which should be finished by now.
"You know, if you want to learn more about Equestrian traditions, holidays, and culture in general, it could be good opportunity to get acquainted with colts here and learn all about it from them."
>>174119
>Pony holler
Best guess is some kind of monkey, though it could indeed be a pony. It's far away enough to not be an immediate concern
>running water
It does move somewhat, though not much.
>Posey is getting wet for the second time today...
Oh my...
Posey feels something rub against her back before getting in the water. She knows it's the cool touch of one of the ghosts.
"Rust? Why care about that? The paint protects it anyways."
Going into the water, the gun seems to be more or less intact. The steel or aluminum barge it was on has sunk.
>Pony holler
Best guess is some kind of monkey, though it could indeed be a pony. It's far away enough to not be an immediate concern
>running water
It does move somewhat, though not much.
>Posey is getting wet for the second time today...
Oh my...
Posey feels something rub against her back before getting in the water. She knows it's the cool touch of one of the ghosts.
"Rust? Why care about that? The paint protects it anyways."
Going into the water, the gun seems to be more or less intact. The steel or aluminum barge it was on has sunk.
>>174122
>the gun seems to be more or less intact.
>The paint protects it
"Well, that's good news." Posey replies
Posey takes her wrench and attempts to remove the part she's looking for, before dragging it out of the water for inspection.
"And I thought cadaver-collection was demeaning work..." she thinks to herself
>the gun seems to be more or less intact.
>The paint protects it
"Well, that's good news." Posey replies
Posey takes her wrench and attempts to remove the part she's looking for, before dragging it out of the water for inspection.
"And I thought cadaver-collection was demeaning work..." she thinks to herself
>>174124
Posey checks it there's anything dangerous/interesting on the barge as well.
Posey checks it there's anything dangerous/interesting on the barge as well.
>>174120
Khoi tilts her head, while Jubilosa comes closer
"Acquainted... What do you mean?"
Jubilosa asks,
"So... about these eggs..."
>>174121
If Kira is looking for one to sleep in, unfortunately they don't have that
A slate-grey stallion with a black mane and yellow eyes walks closer, then stands maybe 15 feet away from Kira.
"Do you need something?"
Khoi tilts her head, while Jubilosa comes closer
"Acquainted... What do you mean?"
Jubilosa asks,
"So... about these eggs..."
>>174121
If Kira is looking for one to sleep in, unfortunately they don't have that
A slate-grey stallion with a black mane and yellow eyes walks closer, then stands maybe 15 feet away from Kira.
"Do you need something?"
>>174126
Kira looks at this very stormy-looking stallion who stands so far away, and smiles at him.
"Hello! We're just finding items to purchase. We've already got a bed in mind, now I'm just looking for a good chest to store my belongings in."
Kira looks at this very stormy-looking stallion who stands so far away, and smiles at him.
"Hello! We're just finding items to purchase. We've already got a bed in mind, now I'm just looking for a good chest to store my belongings in."
>>174126
"You know, get to know each other, before friends, et cetera."
Silver nods at Jubilosa, and gets the carton of eggs and some butter. "How many and how do you want them cooked?"
"You know, get to know each other, before friends, et cetera."
Silver nods at Jubilosa, and gets the carton of eggs and some butter. "How many and how do you want them cooked?"
>>174129
Silver nods, setting the butter to melt in a skillet as he cracks a couple eggs into a bowl and uses either a whisk or a fork (depending on what's available) to scramble them up. He then cooks up the scrambled eggs in the skillet to her liking.
Silver nods, setting the butter to melt in a skillet as he cracks a couple eggs into a bowl and uses either a whisk or a fork (depending on what's available) to scramble them up. He then cooks up the scrambled eggs in the skillet to her liking.
>>174129
"Hmmmmm..." Kira considers the options available to her, then points to the biggest one. "I like this big one."
"Hmmmmm..." Kira considers the options available to her, then points to the biggest one. "I like this big one."
>>174132
Silver looks over at Khoi, and tilts his head.
"My intent? I cannot just open my home and hearth to those in need because it is right thing to do?"
Silver looks over at Khoi, and tilts his head.
"My intent? I cannot just open my home and hearth to those in need because it is right thing to do?"
>>174132
"Well, I suppose I need storage for whatever I come upon. I don't have much now, just my bow, arrows, and spear among other miscellaneous items. But, you never know what you could come to own in the future, and I'd like to be able to have a place to securely store them."
"Well, I suppose I need storage for whatever I come upon. I don't have much now, just my bow, arrows, and spear among other miscellaneous items. But, you never know what you could come to own in the future, and I'd like to be able to have a place to securely store them."
Sorry for not replying in so long. I meant to get to this much sooner but finding appropriate music wasn't easy.
>>173684
Amber does not keep a head of state waiting, especially one of such tastes. She turns to Erik. "We will be playing Bartók's duos next. First Ara Táskor into Számláló, then Scherzo into Arab Dal, Szunyogtánc, Gyermekrengetéskor into Szénagyüjtéskor and Lakodalmas, and finally Bánkódás. Got it?"
Erik isn't given much time to get ready, or even to process the strange names, before bow is put to string. The first part starts slowly but coldly, before launching into an atonal melody, before receding again. This goes on several times, and it is a surprise that this was a transliteration of a harvest song, though to an untrained ear it may evoke waves of fields of grain. But in reality, it is the harsh bitterness of repetitive years of work which wear on a farmer who is never able to escape his drudgery. This is followed by a quicker and mounting melody, the lead part of which is filled very aptly with Amber's deeper-sounding viol. As the short section carries on, the disparate notes of the viol and Erik's violin come closer together but never fully merge before an abrupt end. Some deep fissures in being, like that between griffons or ponies, or the conflict of wills within the madness of Diazela, will never be healed before sudden ruination.
https://youtu.be/F-dP9UXo0Hk?t=1761
Unlike in her previous performance, Amber is not hampered by a lack of instruments and is fully within her element in the string duos. The next section starts out with a lively song in unison before the two instruments divide in organized chaos, complete with plucks. What could be more suited for the plans of griffons rended asunder by the terrible entropic beauty of the universe? The two start playing a darkly whirling dance from distant deserts, each instrument complementing the other in an otherworldly, heartless sound. Unknown to the listeners even the notes to it are beautifully symmetric.
(39:47)
The tempo picks up one more time as Amber and Eric play what seem to be the same song at different places yet which mesh together in rhythm and come together twice in a climax. Aptly named the Mosquito Dance, it resembles a horde of pests moving faster than the eye can perceive, uncatchable and yet waiting to descend.
(19:16)
The duo slow down and more closely match their music, though they remain separate enough to lend an ethereal atonal quality to the song. Why this piece is titled "Cradle Song" remains a mystery, with the most likely explanation being that it is an adaptation of an existing lullaby. Rather than being calming, however, it is haunting and sets one's feathers on end. This is assuaged by the next song, the "Hay Song," which among the collection is the most genuinely peaceful and pastoral piece. Given the name, it is most likely taken from some remote pony province, with the atonal yet tranquil melody suiting their unique optimism and harmony even in times of chaos. The leitmotifs carry on through the "Wedding Song," which unlike previous slow sections carries a warmth in it suiting the name, even as it drags to a halt.
(8:01)
Capping out the performance is a morose and tearful song. At times it seems like two separate songs of mourning played together. It retains ethereal qualities yet feels grounded in the agonies and sorrows of life. Is it the plaintive cries of two separated lovers, or evocative of a coming conflict that will shake the world to its core? At one point the song seems to end, but comes back with full volume, as one's sorrows may recede and return. The song slows once more and the two musicians drag out the last note as their performance finally comes to a close.
(23:07)
>>173755
Middles?
>>174072
https://youtu.be/eljAjfttGoI
>>173684
Amber does not keep a head of state waiting, especially one of such tastes. She turns to Erik. "We will be playing Bartók's duos next. First Ara Táskor into Számláló, then Scherzo into Arab Dal, Szunyogtánc, Gyermekrengetéskor into Szénagyüjtéskor and Lakodalmas, and finally Bánkódás. Got it?"
Erik isn't given much time to get ready, or even to process the strange names, before bow is put to string. The first part starts slowly but coldly, before launching into an atonal melody, before receding again. This goes on several times, and it is a surprise that this was a transliteration of a harvest song, though to an untrained ear it may evoke waves of fields of grain. But in reality, it is the harsh bitterness of repetitive years of work which wear on a farmer who is never able to escape his drudgery. This is followed by a quicker and mounting melody, the lead part of which is filled very aptly with Amber's deeper-sounding viol. As the short section carries on, the disparate notes of the viol and Erik's violin come closer together but never fully merge before an abrupt end. Some deep fissures in being, like that between griffons or ponies, or the conflict of wills within the madness of Diazela, will never be healed before sudden ruination.
https://youtu.be/F-dP9UXo0Hk?t=1761
Unlike in her previous performance, Amber is not hampered by a lack of instruments and is fully within her element in the string duos. The next section starts out with a lively song in unison before the two instruments divide in organized chaos, complete with plucks. What could be more suited for the plans of griffons rended asunder by the terrible entropic beauty of the universe? The two start playing a darkly whirling dance from distant deserts, each instrument complementing the other in an otherworldly, heartless sound. Unknown to the listeners even the notes to it are beautifully symmetric.
(39:47)
The tempo picks up one more time as Amber and Eric play what seem to be the same song at different places yet which mesh together in rhythm and come together twice in a climax. Aptly named the Mosquito Dance, it resembles a horde of pests moving faster than the eye can perceive, uncatchable and yet waiting to descend.
(19:16)
The duo slow down and more closely match their music, though they remain separate enough to lend an ethereal atonal quality to the song. Why this piece is titled "Cradle Song" remains a mystery, with the most likely explanation being that it is an adaptation of an existing lullaby. Rather than being calming, however, it is haunting and sets one's feathers on end. This is assuaged by the next song, the "Hay Song," which among the collection is the most genuinely peaceful and pastoral piece. Given the name, it is most likely taken from some remote pony province, with the atonal yet tranquil melody suiting their unique optimism and harmony even in times of chaos. The leitmotifs carry on through the "Wedding Song," which unlike previous slow sections carries a warmth in it suiting the name, even as it drags to a halt.
(8:01)
Capping out the performance is a morose and tearful song. At times it seems like two separate songs of mourning played together. It retains ethereal qualities yet feels grounded in the agonies and sorrows of life. Is it the plaintive cries of two separated lovers, or evocative of a coming conflict that will shake the world to its core? At one point the song seems to end, but comes back with full volume, as one's sorrows may recede and return. The song slows once more and the two musicians drag out the last note as their performance finally comes to a close.
(23:07)
>>173755
Middles?
>>174072
https://youtu.be/eljAjfttGoI
>>174139
"Well, either way, the biggest you have should do me fine!"
She smiles, and flicks her tongue.
"Well, either way, the biggest you have should do me fine!"
She smiles, and flicks her tongue.
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>>174133
>>174147
Soon(TM). As you’ve surely guessed, it’s not 100% smooth. But this whole questline will be over soon.
>>174141
Jubilosa takes up some kind of conversation in the bar area with Clipping, with the word “jam” being heard.
Khoi:
“But they are children. Should they not be with some family?”
>>174142
“Uh… ‘there’s one this way.” He moves to love past Kira. Kira, however, takes up a decent portion of the walk way between furniture, and stretches even further. Either out of fear or politesse, he seems reluctant to move past Kira, and may have to step over her body at some point. He lifts up a foreleg.
“Uh, this way.”
>>174147
Soon(TM). As you’ve surely guessed, it’s not 100% smooth. But this whole questline will be over soon.
>>174141
Jubilosa takes up some kind of conversation in the bar area with Clipping, with the word “jam” being heard.
Khoi:
“But they are children. Should they not be with some family?”
>>174142
“Uh… ‘there’s one this way.” He moves to love past Kira. Kira, however, takes up a decent portion of the walk way between furniture, and stretches even further. Either out of fear or politesse, he seems reluctant to move past Kira, and may have to step over her body at some point. He lifts up a foreleg.
“Uh, this way.”
>>174167
It sounds like Clip and Jubilosa are having an engrossing conversation. Hopefully Silver gets to listen to more of it, if it's not finished before his current one with Khoi.
"You do not think this could become family?" Silver says, as he gestures over the gathered creatures.
It sounds like Clip and Jubilosa are having an engrossing conversation. Hopefully Silver gets to listen to more of it, if it's not finished before his current one with Khoi.
"You do not think this could become family?" Silver says, as he gestures over the gathered creatures.
>>174167
"Oh, my apologies sir! I'm still getting used to these pony-sized spaces."
She kindly pulls her tail closer to her coiling it around herself as tightly as she can, making enough room for the reluctant pony to pass by and consequently removing one more excuse of not get closer to the nope noodle.
"Oh, my apologies sir! I'm still getting used to these pony-sized spaces."
She kindly pulls her tail closer to her coiling it around herself as tightly as she can, making enough room for the reluctant pony to pass by and consequently removing one more excuse of not get closer to the nope noodle.
>>174170
Kira smiles friendly enough at the sales associate pony, though she also has to admit it's starting to get a little awkward.
Kira smiles friendly enough at the sales associate pony, though she also has to admit it's starting to get a little awkward.
>>174172
“Well, they do, but… this is an older colt, a griffin… a gnoll…” she looks down
>>174173
The stallion decides to finally move by. While the passage way isn’t that small, Kira is rather wide when coiled. He looks over to her and scoots by. He smiles with all teeth showing, as he must surely be aware he is well within hugging range. His fur on his legs rubs Kira’s scales, and he utters a “sorry.” He moves past Kira, and looks back to her, still smiling with teeth. “This way… please.”
“Well, they do, but… this is an older colt, a griffin… a gnoll…” she looks down
>>174173
The stallion decides to finally move by. While the passage way isn’t that small, Kira is rather wide when coiled. He looks over to her and scoots by. He smiles with all teeth showing, as he must surely be aware he is well within hugging range. His fur on his legs rubs Kira’s scales, and he utters a “sorry.” He moves past Kira, and looks back to her, still smiling with teeth. “This way… please.”
>>174174
Thankfully, for the poor pony's sanity, Kira does not hug the pony (at least, for the moment). She smiles back at him and starts to follow, uncoiling as she does so like a spool of yarn.
Thankfully, for the poor pony's sanity, Kira does not hug the pony (at least, for the moment). She smiles back at him and starts to follow, uncoiling as she does so like a spool of yarn.
>>174174
Silver chuckles, and smiles at the kirin regardless if she can see it or not.
"There have been far stranger families, I must say."
Silver chuckles, and smiles at the kirin regardless if she can see it or not.
"There have been far stranger families, I must say."
>>174175
He moves ahead, often looking back
“This way.”
They do not move far at all. He stops in front of a very large rectangular chest of white with blue floral decorations, mimicking the decorative style of oriental porcelain vases. It’s big enough for Kira to fit her bow in, her blankets, and basically all of her possessions with room to spare. But while it’s big enough to fit a pony and maybe even Kira, it is not long enough for pole arms.
“Wood construction. There is a lock on it, but for full security you may want to add your own, which you can with the bars here.” He looks back to her. “This is our largest.”
He moves ahead, often looking back
“This way.”
They do not move far at all. He stops in front of a very large rectangular chest of white with blue floral decorations, mimicking the decorative style of oriental porcelain vases. It’s big enough for Kira to fit her bow in, her blankets, and basically all of her possessions with room to spare. But while it’s big enough to fit a pony and maybe even Kira, it is not long enough for pole arms.
“Wood construction. There is a lock on it, but for full security you may want to add your own, which you can with the bars here.” He looks back to her. “This is our largest.”
>>174176
She sits on her hind quarters, and moves herself up in a way that she can use her forehooves to make gestures. “But…” she looks down, and her tail curls around her front, with the little tuft of hair in front of her left hind leg. “I wanted a family that was mine.” She moves her hooves in circles around each other in front of her. “My blood and my stallion…”
She sits on her hind quarters, and moves herself up in a way that she can use her forehooves to make gestures. “But…” she looks down, and her tail curls around her front, with the little tuft of hair in front of her left hind leg. “I wanted a family that was mine.” She moves her hooves in circles around each other in front of her. “My blood and my stallion…”
>>174178
"Well..." Silver puts a hoof on her circling forehooves, stopping them. "...why can that not still happen?"
"Well..." Silver puts a hoof on her circling forehooves, stopping them. "...why can that not still happen?"
>>174177
Kira lets out an "ooooo!" at the sight of the large container. Even if it's not quite long enough for a spear, it still very much fills all of her needs.
"I'll take it!"
Kira lets out an "ooooo!" at the sight of the large container. Even if it's not quite long enough for a spear, it still very much fills all of her needs.
"I'll take it!"
>>174179
“But… Ms. Valador. You are with her? Are you not? I can hear you two. I know we are not betrothed but… And the colts. Am I to take care of them? The oldest one is big enough he can care for himself. And the gnoll. He is a gnoll.” She pauses, looks down, then back up. “Where am I in this? What do you intend?”
>>174180
He looks back to her.
“How do you intend to pay?” He asks
“But… Ms. Valador. You are with her? Are you not? I can hear you two. I know we are not betrothed but… And the colts. Am I to take care of them? The oldest one is big enough he can care for himself. And the gnoll. He is a gnoll.” She pauses, looks down, then back up. “Where am I in this? What do you intend?”
>>174180
He looks back to her.
“How do you intend to pay?” He asks
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>>174191
I would like to request that my four ghostly companions here assist me in awareness of my surroundings.
I would like to request that my four ghostly companions here assist me in awareness of my surroundings.
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>>174197
"Hrrk.. T-tell me if you see the shock absorber anywhere, or anything else interesting...!" Posey says, between groans of exertion as she wades into the water and tries to haul out the device or detach the cylinder, her horn straining with its magical golden glow turning a diseased and noxious yellow as she exerts all of her power.
"Hrrk.. T-tell me if you see the shock absorber anywhere, or anything else interesting...!" Posey says, between groans of exertion as she wades into the water and tries to haul out the device or detach the cylinder, her horn straining with its magical golden glow turning a diseased and noxious yellow as she exerts all of her power.
So... Is she able to pull it out of the lake? She should have the carrying capacity to do so.
>>174181
Kira tilts her head at the pony, and says, "...with Bits?" while obviously being confused by the question.
Kira tilts her head at the pony, and says, "...with Bits?" while obviously being confused by the question.
>>174181
Whew. Khoi, uh...she certainly has a talent for asking loaded questions at especially awkward times. Had she said something earlier or had waited until they were alone it would be a lot easier for Silver to come up with an answer, but breakfast is definitely a difficult time to put him on the spot. I suppose the first thing that should be asked is if Jubilosa and Clip are still engrossed in their conversation.
Whew. Khoi, uh...she certainly has a talent for asking loaded questions at especially awkward times. Had she said something earlier or had waited until they were alone it would be a lot easier for Silver to come up with an answer, but breakfast is definitely a difficult time to put him on the spot. I suppose the first thing that should be asked is if Jubilosa and Clip are still engrossed in their conversation.
So what does Posey see?
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>>174136
Did Amber forget? Erich is from Lushi. He was born with this language, and learned to play the songs of these local greats before he learned his first word of Herzlandish. Erich makes a malign smile towards Amber, and places his bow to string.
Toil, conflict, and endless strife are essential qualities of life. What better subject could there be for the rosined bow? The struggle of competing wills - the heavy burden of those who must live in the dialectic of thesis and antithesis, and even to guide the process of history - these are surely themes that the Grand Master appreciates as he sits leaning forward in his chair, listening to every note, even if the elements of pony origin leave him curling his beak.
Though their host surely lets himself be enthralled by the well of emotion tapped into by Amber and Erich, now resonating along the old refractory, what she cannot be sure about is to what degree he grasps the underlying truth expressed in this and every performance. Standing on the tile floor, with her bow to the mandolin, music pouring out like an oil-well gusher, Amber feels the truth. Music is not an instrument to represent the lived experience of the world. The world is a representation, individual consciousness but a short-lived illusion. Emotion and will are but melody expressed. And any physicist would admit, if only under their breath, that seemingly solid matter is made up of harmonies. Beyond the blinders that are the five senses is an entire realm of music. Sometimes melodic, sometimes chaotic. Sometimes in symphony, sometimes cacophony. But always, always resonating across infinity.
Can you feel it? Exaltation. Rapture. A feeling like carnal pleasure, or rather, the feeling carnal pleasure is analogous to. Through music, Amber feels transcendent, connected to experiences separated seemingly by space, time, and individual consciousness, but is, in reality, all a part of the same universal chorus. She can feel it. It is glorious.
The music stops. For now.
Did Amber forget? Erich is from Lushi. He was born with this language, and learned to play the songs of these local greats before he learned his first word of Herzlandish. Erich makes a malign smile towards Amber, and places his bow to string.
Toil, conflict, and endless strife are essential qualities of life. What better subject could there be for the rosined bow? The struggle of competing wills - the heavy burden of those who must live in the dialectic of thesis and antithesis, and even to guide the process of history - these are surely themes that the Grand Master appreciates as he sits leaning forward in his chair, listening to every note, even if the elements of pony origin leave him curling his beak.
Though their host surely lets himself be enthralled by the well of emotion tapped into by Amber and Erich, now resonating along the old refractory, what she cannot be sure about is to what degree he grasps the underlying truth expressed in this and every performance. Standing on the tile floor, with her bow to the mandolin, music pouring out like an oil-well gusher, Amber feels the truth. Music is not an instrument to represent the lived experience of the world. The world is a representation, individual consciousness but a short-lived illusion. Emotion and will are but melody expressed. And any physicist would admit, if only under their breath, that seemingly solid matter is made up of harmonies. Beyond the blinders that are the five senses is an entire realm of music. Sometimes melodic, sometimes chaotic. Sometimes in symphony, sometimes cacophony. But always, always resonating across infinity.
Can you feel it? Exaltation. Rapture. A feeling like carnal pleasure, or rather, the feeling carnal pleasure is analogous to. Through music, Amber feels transcendent, connected to experiences separated seemingly by space, time, and individual consciousness, but is, in reality, all a part of the same universal chorus. She can feel it. It is glorious.
The music stops. For now.
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>>174136
>>174206
Amber awakens from terrible dreams, and Celestia, what terrible dreams they were. Amber dreamt that monsters and traitors partitioned her homeland of Equestria, imprisoning its princesses and paragons. Her own father was crippled permanently in the fight, and Amber was forced to live on her own, and become the breadwinner. Thrust into the city, Amber would find herself alone amongst unfamiliar faces, often alien to Equestria. A small, barely heated studio apartment taken from immigrant housing was all Amber could afford with her savings. Working two jobs from sun-up past sunset, Amber could not even afford food, scrounging her only meals from waste; only crime offered any means of getting ahead in finances. The war, as well as luckier, more educated mares, had carried off the good stallions, leaving only a dorky runt as her choice of mate.
Thank Celestia it's just a dream.
Amber awakens in her room with the early morning sunlight giving a soft blue glow to most of the room. She feels cold, even with the covers over most, but unfortunately not all of her body. She lies on her back at an angle partly on her left side. Her left hind leg is on the bed, hanging slightly over at the hoof and out of the covers. Her right hind leg bends upwards, with the area below the knee sticking out from under the covers. There is a red glow coming from beneath the covers, by her right flank. Amber feels nuzzling against her fur. It's not a haunting feeling, not especially real, but a memory that fades as she gains consciousness. Amber is tired, scarcely rested from the night. She is cold. Her genitals are sore.
Then Amber remembers something. She is a cute pony. Moreover, she is a cute mare. And with that, all of her problems aren't so bad. Who could not love a cute pony? What difficulty could not be overcome?
>>174206
Amber awakens from terrible dreams, and Celestia, what terrible dreams they were. Amber dreamt that monsters and traitors partitioned her homeland of Equestria, imprisoning its princesses and paragons. Her own father was crippled permanently in the fight, and Amber was forced to live on her own, and become the breadwinner. Thrust into the city, Amber would find herself alone amongst unfamiliar faces, often alien to Equestria. A small, barely heated studio apartment taken from immigrant housing was all Amber could afford with her savings. Working two jobs from sun-up past sunset, Amber could not even afford food, scrounging her only meals from waste; only crime offered any means of getting ahead in finances. The war, as well as luckier, more educated mares, had carried off the good stallions, leaving only a dorky runt as her choice of mate.
Thank Celestia it's just a dream.
Amber awakens in her room with the early morning sunlight giving a soft blue glow to most of the room. She feels cold, even with the covers over most, but unfortunately not all of her body. She lies on her back at an angle partly on her left side. Her left hind leg is on the bed, hanging slightly over at the hoof and out of the covers. Her right hind leg bends upwards, with the area below the knee sticking out from under the covers. There is a red glow coming from beneath the covers, by her right flank. Amber feels nuzzling against her fur. It's not a haunting feeling, not especially real, but a memory that fades as she gains consciousness. Amber is tired, scarcely rested from the night. She is cold. Her genitals are sore.
Then Amber remembers something. She is a cute pony. Moreover, she is a cute mare. And with that, all of her problems aren't so bad. Who could not love a cute pony? What difficulty could not be overcome?
>>174208
With the covers removed, Amber can see that her cutie mark is glowing. Burgundy in the center, and blue around the edges.
With the covers removed, Amber can see that her cutie mark is glowing. Burgundy in the center, and blue around the edges.
>>174209
Her mouth agape, Amber gingerly touches a hoof to the glowing cutie mark, as if afraid it would start burning.
Her mouth agape, Amber gingerly touches a hoof to the glowing cutie mark, as if afraid it would start burning.
>>174210
There is no burning sensation. Only the feel of her own hoof against fur, and her frog, hoof, and fur illuminated by the dim blue and burgundy light.
There is no burning sensation. Only the feel of her own hoof against fur, and her frog, hoof, and fur illuminated by the dim blue and burgundy light.
>>174211
Amber gasps. She throws her head back against the pillow and closes her eyes, struggling to remember anything past the veil of sleep. Even if she did this just when she woke up she wouldn't be successful. Some things are unmistakeable, however, despite being mere feelings rather than coherent thoughts. Amber was running from the law, she's pretty sure, though she rationalizes this as subconscious guilt over the purloined letter or her fear of the Blackhooves. There were definitely griffons too, but that's hardly surprising given she bears the misfortune of seeing them every day.
One thing cannot be easily rationalized, however, and that was the vague recollection of music that she couldn't transcribe even if she heard it awake and sober. It was the most beautiful music Amber had ever heard, keen and terrifying, yet her intellect cannot quite grasp it. Merely trying to grasp onto the shadow of that memory chills her, leaving her feeling lonely and naked, and her eyes fly open before vertigo can fully set in. She sits upright in bed, shifts her thoughts to the nuzzling feeling earlier, and takes stock of the dim room.
Amber gasps. She throws her head back against the pillow and closes her eyes, struggling to remember anything past the veil of sleep. Even if she did this just when she woke up she wouldn't be successful. Some things are unmistakeable, however, despite being mere feelings rather than coherent thoughts. Amber was running from the law, she's pretty sure, though she rationalizes this as subconscious guilt over the purloined letter or her fear of the Blackhooves. There were definitely griffons too, but that's hardly surprising given she bears the misfortune of seeing them every day.
One thing cannot be easily rationalized, however, and that was the vague recollection of music that she couldn't transcribe even if she heard it awake and sober. It was the most beautiful music Amber had ever heard, keen and terrifying, yet her intellect cannot quite grasp it. Merely trying to grasp onto the shadow of that memory chills her, leaving her feeling lonely and naked, and her eyes fly open before vertigo can fully set in. She sits upright in bed, shifts her thoughts to the nuzzling feeling earlier, and takes stock of the dim room.
>>174213
>>174223
>>174199
Posey feels something bite her ear. As before, there is no mystery here. It's (the same) ghost.
"The name is Turn Card, by the way."
Entering into the water, Posey sees that the gun rests on a medium sized metal barge, which sits at an angle. Behind the gun is a cart that has slid off the edge of the barge. The water has low to moderate visibility, with large amounts of particulates, presumably algae, floating about. Walking onto the barge, and especially trying to mess with the gun, Posey stirs up mud and dead plant matter, which clouds portions of the water.
Posey places a wrench to the gun, but the bolt seems to be jammed.
"Looks like there is some rusting"
>>174223
>>174199
Posey feels something bite her ear. As before, there is no mystery here. It's (the same) ghost.
"The name is Turn Card, by the way."
Entering into the water, Posey sees that the gun rests on a medium sized metal barge, which sits at an angle. Behind the gun is a cart that has slid off the edge of the barge. The water has low to moderate visibility, with large amounts of particulates, presumably algae, floating about. Walking onto the barge, and especially trying to mess with the gun, Posey stirs up mud and dead plant matter, which clouds portions of the water.
Posey places a wrench to the gun, but the bolt seems to be jammed.
"Looks like there is some rusting"
>>174212
The music... the beautiful, glorious music... She may not remember it, but she will likely pursue it in the days and months to come.
She feels tired. She has awaken a few minutes before her alarm has set her to awake - just enough to not be able to go back to sleep. The nuzzling was but a memory of her young lover's nuzzles the day before. But she can always be nuzzled more... until she can't. The sun is just over the horizon. At least she assumes it is. She can't see it from here, though its light is present. Even the Changelings know better than to stop the Princess from raising the light. The bed and covers are still messy from last night.
The music... the beautiful, glorious music... She may not remember it, but she will likely pursue it in the days and months to come.
She feels tired. She has awaken a few minutes before her alarm has set her to awake - just enough to not be able to go back to sleep. The nuzzling was but a memory of her young lover's nuzzles the day before. But she can always be nuzzled more... until she can't. The sun is just over the horizon. At least she assumes it is. She can't see it from here, though its light is present. Even the Changelings know better than to stop the Princess from raising the light. The bed and covers are still messy from last night.
>>174225
"Nice to meet you. My masters dubbed me Rosey Ring, but you can call me Posey." Posey replies, before bending over to work
>but the bolt seems to be jammed.
Posey tries to break the mountings, hoping the rust reduces its break DC.
She draws her crowbar and attempts to rend it off
[1d20+7 = (18+7) = 25]
"Nice to meet you. My masters dubbed me Rosey Ring, but you can call me Posey." Posey replies, before bending over to work
>but the bolt seems to be jammed.
Posey tries to break the mountings, hoping the rust reduces its break DC.
She draws her crowbar and attempts to rend it off
[1d20+7 = (18+7) = 25]
>>174226
Amber groans. Most dreams she has had left her feeling refreshed, but the sheer mental energy of what she went through instead leaves her sapped. Her late-night dalliance certainly didn't help, but she rejects projecting any blame onto Mustard Trim.
She gets out of bed and takes a cold shower. Hopefully she can clean everything up and make it to work before the sun fully rises.
Amber groans. Most dreams she has had left her feeling refreshed, but the sheer mental energy of what she went through instead leaves her sapped. Her late-night dalliance certainly didn't help, but she rejects projecting any blame onto Mustard Trim.
She gets out of bed and takes a cold shower. Hopefully she can clean everything up and make it to work before the sun fully rises.
>>174228
And... crack
It snaps off, causing Posey to fall back. She may catch herself, but disturbing the mud in the process. Posey hears much disruption in the water, like fish moving.
>>174229
Mustard is kind of innocent of this...
The glowing has stopped. Amber has the time to shower. The cold water helps to wake her up on an otherwise hard morning.
And... crack
It snaps off, causing Posey to fall back. She may catch herself, but disturbing the mud in the process. Posey hears much disruption in the water, like fish moving.
>>174229
Mustard is kind of innocent of this...
The glowing has stopped. Amber has the time to shower. The cold water helps to wake her up on an otherwise hard morning.
>>174228
As Posey bends over, they can see a view of her namesake: the black dot on her flank, surrounded by a ring of red fire.
>>174230
>Posey hears much disruption in the water, like fish moving.
Posey decides to move to shore quickly, having been nearly-eaten once already today. She draws her sword and waits for about a minute for anything to charge at her. If nothing charges, she goes back to retrieve her gun.
"Hydras... You can never be too careful."
As Posey bends over, they can see a view of her namesake: the black dot on her flank, surrounded by a ring of red fire.
>>174230
>Posey hears much disruption in the water, like fish moving.
Posey decides to move to shore quickly, having been nearly-eaten once already today. She draws her sword and waits for about a minute for anything to charge at her. If nothing charges, she goes back to retrieve her gun.
"Hydras... You can never be too careful."
>>174231
"Nice flank."
>get to the shore
Were it so easy. Posey is still many feet away, and in deeper water with heavy equipment. The cylinder is massive and heavy, and while it is possible for Posey to tie it to her back, in the meantime, it requires at least one hoof, making effective sword wielding impractical. Posey must chose between the two.
Even more mud is disturbed
"There is something in the water!"
"Nice flank."
>get to the shore
Were it so easy. Posey is still many feet away, and in deeper water with heavy equipment. The cylinder is massive and heavy, and while it is possible for Posey to tie it to her back, in the meantime, it requires at least one hoof, making effective sword wielding impractical. Posey must chose between the two.
Even more mud is disturbed
"There is something in the water!"
>>174232
>it requires at least one hoof, making effective sword wielding impractical.
Can't she use her horn?
>it requires at least one hoof, making effective sword wielding impractical.
Can't she use her horn?
>>174232
>"Nice flank."
"~Thank you. I work hard to maintain it." Posey replies, momentarily ignoring the present danger
(Posey's main flaw is her vanity)
>"Nice flank."
"~Thank you. I work hard to maintain it." Posey replies, momentarily ignoring the present danger
(Posey's main flaw is her vanity)
>>174233
Posey's telekinesis is less powerful. She may roll but not levitate the cylinder with her telekinesis - the tendency of the odd-shaped ends of the cylinder to get caught in debris counter-acting the buoyancy of the oil and compressed gas in the steel cylinder. She may also use her telekinesis with her sword, but without a strength bonus.
>>174234
Turn Card is about to say more, but another ghost - the unicorn - silences him.
Posey's telekinesis is less powerful. She may roll but not levitate the cylinder with her telekinesis - the tendency of the odd-shaped ends of the cylinder to get caught in debris counter-acting the buoyancy of the oil and compressed gas in the steel cylinder. She may also use her telekinesis with her sword, but without a strength bonus.
>>174234
Turn Card is about to say more, but another ghost - the unicorn - silences him.
>>174235
>She may also use her telekinesis with her sword, but without a strength bonus.
And here I've been imagining that she's been using her sword with her horn this whole time. Oh well.
On second thought, I could always make a slam attack or a charnel touch, so I don't really need to use the sword rn. Posey uses her horn to steady her grip on the cylinder as she scrambles to shore.
>She may also use her telekinesis with her sword, but without a strength bonus.
And here I've been imagining that she's been using her sword with her horn this whole time. Oh well.
On second thought, I could always make a slam attack or a charnel touch, so I don't really need to use the sword rn. Posey uses her horn to steady her grip on the cylinder as she scrambles to shore.
>>174238
Posey could maybe mistake it for log, a floating back pack, or even one of the ghosts. But it isn't the shape of the former, and much too solid to be the latter. Floating through the water, kicking, Posey can see the corpse of a pony. It's brown mane floats in the water, its eyes white, the flesh on its muzzle and hooves rotting away, exposing skeletal structure, all white the flesh has swollen and mummified. It has a pack on its back which also floats above the entity. It's coming for Posey.
Roll Initiative
[1d20+3 = (17+3) = 20]
Best to roll spot as well
Posey could maybe mistake it for log, a floating back pack, or even one of the ghosts. But it isn't the shape of the former, and much too solid to be the latter. Floating through the water, kicking, Posey can see the corpse of a pony. It's brown mane floats in the water, its eyes white, the flesh on its muzzle and hooves rotting away, exposing skeletal structure, all white the flesh has swollen and mummified. It has a pack on its back which also floats above the entity. It's coming for Posey.
Roll Initiative
[1d20+3 = (17+3) = 20]
Best to roll spot as well
>>174239
Initiative
[1d20+9 = (12+9) = 21]
Gonna make a knowledge (religion) check (free action) to identify this creature.
[1d20+9 = (5+9) = 14]
Initiative
[1d20+9 = (12+9) = 21]
Gonna make a knowledge (religion) check (free action) to identify this creature.
[1d20+9 = (5+9) = 14]
>>174243
>seemingly not intelligent
"A zombie, perhaps? That's odd, they're not usually sporadic animations..." Posey says, her momentary panic fading in favor of fascination.
Uses her first turn to move as far as she can onto shore. Once she's firmly on shore, she puts the cylinder down and draws her sword.
>seemingly not intelligent
"A zombie, perhaps? That's odd, they're not usually sporadic animations..." Posey says, her momentary panic fading in favor of fascination.
Uses her first turn to move as far as she can onto shore. Once she's firmly on shore, she puts the cylinder down and draws her sword.
>>174247
Behind the creature, trailing, appears to be another undead creature of similar nature, though the specifics cannot be determined
Behind the creature, trailing, appears to be another undead creature of similar nature, though the specifics cannot be determined
>>174248
Assuming the monster's turn is over, Posey takes the Withdraw action to retreat to shore, where she can safely put down her cylinder.
This is a full round action. End of turn.
Assuming the monster's turn is over, Posey takes the Withdraw action to retreat to shore, where she can safely put down her cylinder.
This is a full round action. End of turn.
>>174249
Posey can make it to shore. It makes another attempt at her
[1d20+5 = (16+5) = 21]
[1d20+3 = (17+3) = 20]
[1d20+3 = (11+3) = 14]
Posey can make it to shore. It makes another attempt at her
[1d20+5 = (16+5) = 21]
[1d20+3 = (17+3) = 20]
[1d20+3 = (11+3) = 14]
>>174253
Okay.
On Posey's turn, she draws her Unholy symbol and a surge of power rushes through her, her mane flowing in a non-existent wind and her eyes glowing.
"By the powers vested in me, I demand that you kneel!"
Rebuke Undead
Rebuking check
[1d20+7 = (8+7) = 15]
Turning damage
[2d6+12 = (5+12) = 17]
Okay.
On Posey's turn, she draws her Unholy symbol and a surge of power rushes through her, her mane flowing in a non-existent wind and her eyes glowing.
"By the powers vested in me, I demand that you kneel!"
Rebuke Undead
Rebuking check
[1d20+7 = (8+7) = 15]
Turning damage
[2d6+12 = (5+12) = 17]
>>174254
With this check, Posey Rebukes as an 8th level Cleric. Up to 17 HD of undead are affected, and anything with 4 or less HD is commanded. Posey can command up to 7 HD of undead at once.
Turning does not require line of sight, so any undead still underwater may also be affected.
With this check, Posey Rebukes as an 8th level Cleric. Up to 17 HD of undead are affected, and anything with 4 or less HD is commanded. Posey can command up to 7 HD of undead at once.
Turning does not require line of sight, so any undead still underwater may also be affected.
>>174254
Posey feels a very much existing wind rush quickly behind her. The zombie closest to the edge of the water lets out something like a shriek, then moves further down. It seems to kneel in the water, still mostly submerged.
Posey feels a very much existing wind rush quickly behind her. The zombie closest to the edge of the water lets out something like a shriek, then moves further down. It seems to kneel in the water, still mostly submerged.
>>174256
What about the others? Are they affected?
Rebuked undead cower, as if in awe.
(Also I guess technically the ghosts might also be affected)
What about the others? Are they affected?
Rebuked undead cower, as if in awe.
(Also I guess technically the ghosts might also be affected)
>>174259
What about the ghosts? So they cower before Posey's power and beauty?
Posey nods, satisfied that the zombies are commanded.
"That's more like it. Now make yourself useful and come help me carry this giant gun."
What about the ghosts? So they cower before Posey's power and beauty?
Posey nods, satisfied that the zombies are commanded.
"That's more like it. Now make yourself useful and come help me carry this giant gun."
>>174260
The unicorn spirit seems to be awed. The other three ghosts seem to have fled.
But the two nearest zombies are commanded.
The unicorn spirit seems to be awed. The other three ghosts seem to have fled.
But the two nearest zombies are commanded.
>>174261
>The other three ghosts seem to have fled.
Huh.
Well, they can't make it far with Posey carrying their haunted objects.
>But the two nearest zombies are commanded.
These are 2 HD zombies right? Posey should be able to command three of them.
If the third zombie continues to attack, Posey draws her sword to engage it. If not, she heals herself and looks for the ghosts.
"Now where did those three go off to?"
>The other three ghosts seem to have fled.
Huh.
Well, they can't make it far with Posey carrying their haunted objects.
>But the two nearest zombies are commanded.
These are 2 HD zombies right? Posey should be able to command three of them.
If the third zombie continues to attack, Posey draws her sword to engage it. If not, she heals herself and looks for the ghosts.
"Now where did those three go off to?"
>>174262
The zombies are a bit larger than expected. The third zombie circles in the water, but none of the three seem eager to - or maybe even capable of - leaving it. The three zombies have retreated to their items. Posey can feel the difference, as previously the ghosts would lope in circles in front of and around Posey, creating a chill breeze, and Turn Card repeatedly touched Posey.
The zombies are a bit larger than expected. The third zombie circles in the water, but none of the three seem eager to - or maybe even capable of - leaving it. The three zombies have retreated to their items. Posey can feel the difference, as previously the ghosts would lope in circles in front of and around Posey, creating a chill breeze, and Turn Card repeatedly touched Posey.
>>174263
>but none of the three seem eager to - or maybe even capable of - leaving it.
"Anchorite haunting zombies; how peculiar... Perhaps they're bound to the boat, or the lake." Posey ponders
"I guess I'm carrying this thing home on my own then." Posey says
She takes a moment to examine the cylinder, to check if it's in good condition
>but none of the three seem eager to - or maybe even capable of - leaving it.
"Anchorite haunting zombies; how peculiar... Perhaps they're bound to the boat, or the lake." Posey ponders
"I guess I'm carrying this thing home on my own then." Posey says
She takes a moment to examine the cylinder, to check if it's in good condition
>>174264
It would perhaps be more accurate to say that the zombies are aquatic - their morphology shaped by the water.
The cylinder has rust in several areas that make it difficult to move up and down. However, it still has pressure and oil.
It would perhaps be more accurate to say that the zombies are aquatic - their morphology shaped by the water.
The cylinder has rust in several areas that make it difficult to move up and down. However, it still has pressure and oil.
>>174265
These aren't Lacedons, are they?
>However, it still has pressure and oil.
If that's good enough for her masters to reverse engineer, then I guess Posey's mission is done.
These aren't Lacedons, are they?
>However, it still has pressure and oil.
If that's good enough for her masters to reverse engineer, then I guess Posey's mission is done.
>>174266
Kinda, with ghast stats
Posey doesn't really know much about engineering. The inability of the piston to move is concerning, but it does have structural integrity.
Kinda, with ghast stats
Posey doesn't really know much about engineering. The inability of the piston to move is concerning, but it does have structural integrity.
>>174267
I was hoping I would meet Lacedons (aka drowners) in this swamp. They're useful to have around. They should be able to crawl on land too.
Ghouls make up a large proportion of the Dread league, and Posey has seen many before, so would she recognize them?
Posey peers closer to the decayed creatures, examining them more closely.
I was hoping I would meet Lacedons (aka drowners) in this swamp. They're useful to have around. They should be able to crawl on land too.
Ghouls make up a large proportion of the Dread league, and Posey has seen many before, so would she recognize them?
Posey peers closer to the decayed creatures, examining them more closely.
>>174268
Sure? The command won't last forever though
The fur has fallen out, leaving a hardened, white skin. The eyes have a blue glow, but are white, with milky irises that retain slight purple and golden hues. One is clearly formerly a solider, based on the remnant of a green uniform and a backpack. The other has a pack tied around its waist, though it's harder to tell. The third keeps its distance but does not seem to have been a pony at all, but something bigger.
Sure? The command won't last forever though
The fur has fallen out, leaving a hardened, white skin. The eyes have a blue glow, but are white, with milky irises that retain slight purple and golden hues. One is clearly formerly a solider, based on the remnant of a green uniform and a backpack. The other has a pack tied around its waist, though it's harder to tell. The third keeps its distance but does not seem to have been a pony at all, but something bigger.
"Diet dependents... They go too long without eating, and they become completely feral, and start rotting."
She looks at one of the nearer drowners, aka mudnixers.
She looks at it in the eyes.
"Speak." She orders, firmly
>>174269
> The command won't last forever though
Command Undead has indefinite duration.
>The third keeps its distance but does not seem to have been a pony at all, but something bigger.
"You too, if you're still able to."
She looks at one of the nearer drowners, aka mudnixers.
She looks at it in the eyes.
"Speak." She orders, firmly
>>174269
> The command won't last forever though
Command Undead has indefinite duration.
>The third keeps its distance but does not seem to have been a pony at all, but something bigger.
"You too, if you're still able to."
>>174270
>Command Undead
Pardon, Commanding through rebuking has indefinite duration. The Command Undead spell is days/level.
>Command Undead
Pardon, Commanding through rebuking has indefinite duration. The Command Undead spell is days/level.
>>174272
>The rebuke lasts 10 turns
The Rebuked condition lasts for 10 rounds (just like being turned). Commanding is indefinite, but has a limit for how many an evil cleric can command at once.
Just like undead destroyed though
>"Why are you here"
"I am here on a mission, from Dread League beyond the sea. We seek powers to bolster our undying ranks."
During the minute which the ghast is rebuked, Posey decides to make a Diplomacy check. She can see that these Ghouls are in poor condition mentally and physically, probably from not having eaten anything in weeks. She appeals to this to gain a bonus to her diplomacy check.
"I'm looking for new recruits, and I'm sure you're tired of eating catfish. I have a rather large hunk of meat on the other side of this swamp that I can't drag home by myself, so why don't you join me for a stroll and we can have ourselves a picnic?"
Diplomacy, on the ghast
[1d20+11 = (6+11) = 17]
>The rebuke lasts 10 turns
The Rebuked condition lasts for 10 rounds (just like being turned). Commanding is indefinite, but has a limit for how many an evil cleric can command at once.
Just like undead destroyed though
>"Why are you here"
"I am here on a mission, from Dread League beyond the sea. We seek powers to bolster our undying ranks."
During the minute which the ghast is rebuked, Posey decides to make a Diplomacy check. She can see that these Ghouls are in poor condition mentally and physically, probably from not having eaten anything in weeks. She appeals to this to gain a bonus to her diplomacy check.
"I'm looking for new recruits, and I'm sure you're tired of eating catfish. I have a rather large hunk of meat on the other side of this swamp that I can't drag home by myself, so why don't you join me for a stroll and we can have ourselves a picnic?"
Diplomacy, on the ghast
[1d20+11 = (6+11) = 17]
>>174273
I messed up this post, but it doesn't really matter.
It's midnight for me, and I'm pretty tired. I'm going to need to sleep soon.
To sum up my intentions, Posey realized that despite having always wanted to slay a Hydra and make a hydra zombie, she can't possibly drag it's corpse back by herself, so she's better off taking its bones. She intends to lead the ghouls to the hydras corpse so that they can devour it and return their bodies and minds to a more ideal state of preservation (since ghouls maintain their bodies through feeding), and possibly make friends in the process.
The ones she's commanded are under her control and she'll take them with her whether they like it or not, but since controlling the ghouls uses up her command pool, she'd rather they followed her.
>>174274
"It depends how well you know the swamp. I don't know if there's a direct water route."
I messed up this post, but it doesn't really matter.
It's midnight for me, and I'm pretty tired. I'm going to need to sleep soon.
To sum up my intentions, Posey realized that despite having always wanted to slay a Hydra and make a hydra zombie, she can't possibly drag it's corpse back by herself, so she's better off taking its bones. She intends to lead the ghouls to the hydras corpse so that they can devour it and return their bodies and minds to a more ideal state of preservation (since ghouls maintain their bodies through feeding), and possibly make friends in the process.
The ones she's commanded are under her control and she'll take them with her whether they like it or not, but since controlling the ghouls uses up her command pool, she'd rather they followed her.
>>174274
"It depends how well you know the swamp. I don't know if there's a direct water route."
>>174275
"Where"
I think Posey needs an intelligence roll for her ability to find her way back to the lake
"Where"
I think Posey needs an intelligence roll for her ability to find her way back to the lake
>>174276
>dry ability checks
REEEEEEEEEE.
[1d20+3 = (12+3) = 15]
"On the other side of a battlefield, not far from a damaged airship."
>dry ability checks
REEEEEEEEEE.
[1d20+3 = (12+3) = 15]
"On the other side of a battlefield, not far from a damaged airship."
>>174278
"Yes. You'll smell blood in the water once you get to the lake, and you'll find your pride on the shore. We'll meet again there."
She looks to the other ghouls, who remain telepathically under her command
"The two of you, pull yourselves out of the water and carry this gun, you should remember how to. If you do a good job you'll be allowed to feed as well." She orders, strolling off
"And if you do an excellent job, you might even get to bite a chunk out of me, as a treat." She continues, trotting off with a swing of her hips
"Yes. You'll smell blood in the water once you get to the lake, and you'll find your pride on the shore. We'll meet again there."
She looks to the other ghouls, who remain telepathically under her command
"The two of you, pull yourselves out of the water and carry this gun, you should remember how to. If you do a good job you'll be allowed to feed as well." She orders, strolling off
"And if you do an excellent job, you might even get to bite a chunk out of me, as a treat." She continues, trotting off with a swing of her hips
I need to sleep now
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>>174279
Technically, the airship is ion a different part of the swamp than the hydra. Also, the creature Posey is speaking to is counted as one of the "controlled" ones. Of the other two, one is awed, and only one is controlled.
>ambiguously either offering herself sexually to the drowner, or literally offering her flesh to be eaten with sexual overtones.
Don't think I've forgotten about that seduction roll on the ghost. There will be consequences.
Technically, the airship is ion a different part of the swamp than the hydra. Also, the creature Posey is speaking to is counted as one of the "controlled" ones. Of the other two, one is awed, and only one is controlled.
>ambiguously either offering herself sexually to the drowner, or literally offering her flesh to be eaten with sexual overtones.
Don't think I've forgotten about that seduction roll on the ghost. There will be consequences.
>>174230
Amber brushes her teeth, brushes her hair (with different brushes of course), and debates to herself on whether she has time to scrub her sheets once again or whether she should put it off until the evening. She decides that there's nothing worse than sleeping under a wet blanket in winter and does so anyway, if hurriedly.
Amber brushes her teeth, brushes her hair (with different brushes of course), and debates to herself on whether she has time to scrub her sheets once again or whether she should put it off until the evening. She decides that there's nothing worse than sleeping under a wet blanket in winter and does so anyway, if hurriedly.
>>174282
Okay, well, let me just retcon whatever Posey just said to a version of itself that actually makes sense in canon.
Okay, well, let me just retcon whatever Posey just said to a version of itself that actually makes sense in canon.
>>174282
>>174282
>>ambiguously either offering herself sexually to the drowner, or literally offering her flesh to be eaten with sexual overtones.
>Don't think I've forgotten about that seduction roll on the ghost. There will be consequences.
Posey is a degenerate.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=RNFKveZnk2U
>>174282
>>ambiguously either offering herself sexually to the drowner, or literally offering her flesh to be eaten with sexual overtones.
>Don't think I've forgotten about that seduction roll on the ghost. There will be consequences.
Posey is a degenerate.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=RNFKveZnk2U
>>174287
T confirm, is Posey trying to get one to go to the hydra, and two to… move the entire artillery piece onto land?
T confirm, is Posey trying to get one to go to the hydra, and two to… move the entire artillery piece onto land?
>>174290
She wants them to carry the shock absorber for her, so she can bring it back to Mason's truck more quickly.
She wants them to carry the shock absorber for her, so she can bring it back to Mason's truck more quickly.
>>174283
Though it may be only a few extra minutes, Amber does have time to scrub the sheets. Amber completes her preparations.
Some coffee would be nice...
>>174291
The one that is "awed" is a bit different from the other two, so is it all three, or just one to eat the hydra and one to carry the shock absorber?
Though it may be only a few extra minutes, Amber does have time to scrub the sheets. Amber completes her preparations.
Some coffee would be nice...
>>174291
The one that is "awed" is a bit different from the other two, so is it all three, or just one to eat the hydra and one to carry the shock absorber?
>>174292
She intends to bring them all to the hydra to restore their bodies and strip the flesh off of the carcass so she can recover its bones. The "awed" one would probably prefer to swim its way there, since Posey has no control over it. The other two Posey commands to follow her, to carry the shock absorber and defend her from any additional dangers she might face on her way back. Once she gets to the hydra, she'll watch the ghouls feed and maybe strike up conversation.
She intends to bring them all to the hydra to restore their bodies and strip the flesh off of the carcass so she can recover its bones. The "awed" one would probably prefer to swim its way there, since Posey has no control over it. The other two Posey commands to follow her, to carry the shock absorber and defend her from any additional dangers she might face on her way back. Once she gets to the hydra, she'll watch the ghouls feed and maybe strike up conversation.
>>174292
Some coffee would be nice. Unfortunately, Amber has nothing for it or even breakfast at the moment, so she just makes a mental note to get a coffee grinder and something to percolate with when she has a small amount of money squared away. She puts on her dress and heads straight to work.
Some coffee would be nice. Unfortunately, Amber has nothing for it or even breakfast at the moment, so she just makes a mental note to get a coffee grinder and something to percolate with when she has a small amount of money squared away. She puts on her dress and heads straight to work.
>>174295
Well, that's something to look forward to in the future. The ability to have breakfast. Or at least have coffee. Or lunch. Or dinner. Or being able to afford any meal at all would be nice, really. Anyways, best to get in early to help open the store. It's chilly, and it looks like there may be rain.
Well, that's something to look forward to in the future. The ability to have breakfast. Or at least have coffee. Or lunch. Or dinner. Or being able to afford any meal at all would be nice, really. Anyways, best to get in early to help open the store. It's chilly, and it looks like there may be rain.
>>174296
Amber probably won't starve to death before her first payday, but that doesn't mean it will be comfortable. At least the dress helps to keep her warm as she hurries down to the nicer part of town where the store is.
Amber probably won't starve to death before her first payday, but that doesn't mean it will be comfortable. At least the dress helps to keep her warm as she hurries down to the nicer part of town where the store is.
>>174227
"Uh...that is pretty intense line of conversation that is better had outside of breakfast. I will just say, whatever fears you have, they are unfounded."
"Uh...that is pretty intense line of conversation that is better had outside of breakfast. I will just say, whatever fears you have, they are unfounded."
>>174293
"And the rest of you can come out anytime you wish." Posey calls into the ether, as she walks back to where she left the Hydra
"And the rest of you can come out anytime you wish." Posey calls into the ether, as she walks back to where she left the Hydra
>>174290
>>174293
>>174301
Okay, so, I've laid out Posey's intentions as eloquently as I could.
Posey has completed her mission, having recovered two shock-absorbers in varying condition. She has also made several friends, which was what she actually set out to do in this country.
Is she able to make it back to the Hydra corpse?
>>174293
>>174301
Okay, so, I've laid out Posey's intentions as eloquently as I could.
Posey has completed her mission, having recovered two shock-absorbers in varying condition. She has also made several friends, which was what she actually set out to do in this country.
Is she able to make it back to the Hydra corpse?
>>174289
The Monkey's Paw curls
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUCB9EOl-4M&pp=ygUaeW91IHVuZGVyZXN0aW1hdGUgbXkgcG93ZXI%3D
>>174303
pets friendship pony
>>174289
>>174291
>>174302
Posey doesn't get a full view of the third one, nor does it speak. But it is large, furry, and with long claws. It moves off into the water, evidently nearer the hydra. The other two, however, slowly come out of the water.
Flesh has slightly "regrown" around the mouth around otherwise exposed bone. Algea grows along the back - or maybe that's remnants of an original green color in the fur, since bleached out and greyed. The creatures limp out of the water, with the hooves not quite bending right. They carry the cylinder by Posey's command.
The ghosts remain reticent to come out. Before, Posey would regularly feel a chill wind as they moved by, sometimes touching her. At least once, even biting her. Now they keep a distance, though she can hear their whispers, speaking over each other and in a tone not meant for physical ears.
Posey back tracks, down the road, past the site of the shelling and the ruined truck, then into the woods along the animal trail, and onto the little islands.
The Monkey's Paw curls
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUCB9EOl-4M&pp=ygUaeW91IHVuZGVyZXN0aW1hdGUgbXkgcG93ZXI%3D
>>174303
pets friendship pony
>>174289
>>174291
>>174302
Posey doesn't get a full view of the third one, nor does it speak. But it is large, furry, and with long claws. It moves off into the water, evidently nearer the hydra. The other two, however, slowly come out of the water.
Flesh has slightly "regrown" around the mouth around otherwise exposed bone. Algea grows along the back - or maybe that's remnants of an original green color in the fur, since bleached out and greyed. The creatures limp out of the water, with the hooves not quite bending right. They carry the cylinder by Posey's command.
The ghosts remain reticent to come out. Before, Posey would regularly feel a chill wind as they moved by, sometimes touching her. At least once, even biting her. Now they keep a distance, though she can hear their whispers, speaking over each other and in a tone not meant for physical ears.
Posey back tracks, down the road, past the site of the shelling and the ruined truck, then into the woods along the animal trail, and onto the little islands.
>>174305
"Oh, p'shaw," she exclaims with the wave of a hoof. "That's not a problem at all. I just need to see how my roommate is doing looking for the furniture she needs."
Speaking of, how is Neela doing with her shopping?
"Oh, p'shaw," she exclaims with the wave of a hoof. "That's not a problem at all. I just need to see how my roommate is doing looking for the furniture she needs."
Speaking of, how is Neela doing with her shopping?
>>174304
>The ghosts remain reticent to come out. Before, Posey would regularly feel a chill wind as they moved by, sometimes touching her. At least once, even biting her. Now they keep a distance, though she can hear their whispers, speaking over each other and in a tone not meant for physical ears.
Well look at that: Posey has spooked the spooks.
Posey takes note of this, but doesn't seem bothered by it.
Posey gallops back to where she left the hydra, humming a ballad of victory as she goes.
>The ghosts remain reticent to come out. Before, Posey would regularly feel a chill wind as they moved by, sometimes touching her. At least once, even biting her. Now they keep a distance, though she can hear their whispers, speaking over each other and in a tone not meant for physical ears.
Well look at that: Posey has spooked the spooks.
Posey takes note of this, but doesn't seem bothered by it.
Posey gallops back to where she left the hydra, humming a ballad of victory as she goes.
>>174309
The sun declines in the sky, and now the tree line leaves long shadows, casting much of the forest floor in darkness. Though it isn't Posey's first time through these areas, finding her way back amongst so many similar looking trees and little lakes is not easy. The sight of the backpack-tree, anomalous and eerie as it is, is perhaps welcome as a familiar site. The ghouls do not move fast, and move towards water, preferring it at almost every opportunity, though at one point they flee from it, or rather, at some unseen something within it.
But after some minutes, Posey comes across the tiny little lake that she believes is where she encountered the hydra. The whispers are ceaseless, and the ghouls need no order to enter the water.
The sun declines in the sky, and now the tree line leaves long shadows, casting much of the forest floor in darkness. Though it isn't Posey's first time through these areas, finding her way back amongst so many similar looking trees and little lakes is not easy. The sight of the backpack-tree, anomalous and eerie as it is, is perhaps welcome as a familiar site. The ghouls do not move fast, and move towards water, preferring it at almost every opportunity, though at one point they flee from it, or rather, at some unseen something within it.
But after some minutes, Posey comes across the tiny little lake that she believes is where she encountered the hydra. The whispers are ceaseless, and the ghouls need no order to enter the water.
>>174297
Dark clouds move over the city as Amber walks to work, and though it seems that it will rain today as it did the day before, it does not. A cool wind accompanies the clouds, and Amber may be glad she wore her dress, though it may not be quite cold enough to be completely comfortable. Amber surely would like coffee or breakfast, and several shops along the route offer such, but Amber likely can't spare the change.
Amber sees High Sewn standing outside in a tasteful green and gold dress. She stands next to the window as if she were smoking a cigarette, although she clearly isn't. She looks over to Amber and says
"Oh good, you're here. We need to do some restocking this morning. And mare the desk in the late morning, I have some sewing to do."
Dark clouds move over the city as Amber walks to work, and though it seems that it will rain today as it did the day before, it does not. A cool wind accompanies the clouds, and Amber may be glad she wore her dress, though it may not be quite cold enough to be completely comfortable. Amber surely would like coffee or breakfast, and several shops along the route offer such, but Amber likely can't spare the change.
Amber sees High Sewn standing outside in a tasteful green and gold dress. She stands next to the window as if she were smoking a cigarette, although she clearly isn't. She looks over to Amber and says
"Oh good, you're here. We need to do some restocking this morning. And mare the desk in the late morning, I have some sewing to do."
>>174323
>though at one point they flee from it, or rather, at some unseen something within it.
Posey telepathically orders the ghouls to report whatever they detected in the water.
>The whispers are ceaseless, and the ghouls need no order to enter the water.
She silently orders them to drag the hydra carcass to shore and begin stripping the flesh off the bones.
"Usually I'd be mortified to tear up such a coveted cadaver, but I can't drag this thing home anyway. I'll have to go hydra hunting another day."
>though at one point they flee from it, or rather, at some unseen something within it.
Posey telepathically orders the ghouls to report whatever they detected in the water.
>The whispers are ceaseless, and the ghouls need no order to enter the water.
She silently orders them to drag the hydra carcass to shore and begin stripping the flesh off the bones.
"Usually I'd be mortified to tear up such a coveted cadaver, but I can't drag this thing home anyway. I'll have to go hydra hunting another day."
>>174324
One day Amber will have to ask her mother why she has a wool dress in southeast Equestria, where it's almost always too humid and warm to wear comfortably. She starts looking at the dresses of other pedestrians and daydreams of what she can get when she finds her fortune. As-is she is flat broke, unable to buy a coffee, food, or even a taxi in an emergency. She dreads the possibility of having to beg before her first paycheck.
Amber greets High Sewn and looks approvingly at her dress for a while, before realizing she's staring and cuts it out. She feels and probably looks sluggish from lack of energy, but smiles nonetheless. "Happy to help."
One day Amber will have to ask her mother why she has a wool dress in southeast Equestria, where it's almost always too humid and warm to wear comfortably. She starts looking at the dresses of other pedestrians and daydreams of what she can get when she finds her fortune. As-is she is flat broke, unable to buy a coffee, food, or even a taxi in an emergency. She dreads the possibility of having to beg before her first paycheck.
Amber greets High Sewn and looks approvingly at her dress for a while, before realizing she's staring and cuts it out. She feels and probably looks sluggish from lack of energy, but smiles nonetheless. "Happy to help."
>>174325
"Big reptile. In the water."
The third one must have found it already, and the two dive into the water, better at swimming than shambling. They strip before moving it to shore, and there is danger of losing some bones.
>>174326
Amber need scarcely daydream. She works in a store that sells dresses, at once so exquisite they are to be worn only for once in a lifetime special occasions, but within the affordability range of the average pony. And if this is too cheap, High Sewn is happy to show Amber pictures in the magazines of higher-class dresses that cost more than Amber could hope to make in a year - so long as Amber doesn't imply the store is beneath the level of these greats.
High Sewn doesn't seem to mind the staring at all, and actually moves around to show it off.
"There's a set of sweaters on the table. I need those placed on the shelves near the front on the left, next to the stockings. There is more in the back. Remember to put the price tags on.
"Big reptile. In the water."
The third one must have found it already, and the two dive into the water, better at swimming than shambling. They strip before moving it to shore, and there is danger of losing some bones.
>>174326
Amber need scarcely daydream. She works in a store that sells dresses, at once so exquisite they are to be worn only for once in a lifetime special occasions, but within the affordability range of the average pony. And if this is too cheap, High Sewn is happy to show Amber pictures in the magazines of higher-class dresses that cost more than Amber could hope to make in a year - so long as Amber doesn't imply the store is beneath the level of these greats.
High Sewn doesn't seem to mind the staring at all, and actually moves around to show it off.
"There's a set of sweaters on the table. I need those placed on the shelves near the front on the left, next to the stockings. There is more in the back. Remember to put the price tags on.
>>174328
Amber is from further inland, perhaps the mountains. It's colder there in winter
"Within each row, yes. However in the display I need items to be sorted by material and appearance rather than type. Hence why the grey wool stockings are to be placed along with the wool sweaters rather than the remainder of the stockings."
Amber is from further inland, perhaps the mountains. It's colder there in winter
"Within each row, yes. However in the display I need items to be sorted by material and appearance rather than type. Hence why the grey wool stockings are to be placed along with the wool sweaters rather than the remainder of the stockings."
>>174329
"We're looking to get ponies to buy sets of clothing?" Amber replies.
She starts heading back to fulfill these instructions, carefully balancing the clothes on her back to take them to the front.
"We're looking to get ponies to buy sets of clothing?" Amber replies.
She starts heading back to fulfill these instructions, carefully balancing the clothes on her back to take them to the front.
>>174330
"Oh, but you need a matching set when travelling west for the Winter." She goes to the desk and evidently starts doing paperwork. Amber is left alone for the time being
"Oh, but you need a matching set when travelling west for the Winter." She goes to the desk and evidently starts doing paperwork. Amber is left alone for the time being
>>174331
While passing by with clothing, Amber asks with some confusion, "Why would so many ponies be headed west? That's closer to the bugs."
While passing by with clothing, Amber asks with some confusion, "Why would so many ponies be headed west? That's closer to the bugs."
>>174332
"It's... not as popular this year" she says, and uses a hoof to move some hair on her mane from around her face.
"But many ponies have family out west. Many of them are from further west, and are returning home around Hearths warming." She smiles
"Of course the ponies we really want to capture are those who visit the mountains for skiing and other holiday making."
"It's... not as popular this year" she says, and uses a hoof to move some hair on her mane from around her face.
"But many ponies have family out west. Many of them are from further west, and are returning home around Hearths warming." She smiles
"Of course the ponies we really want to capture are those who visit the mountains for skiing and other holiday making."
>>174333
"Sorry for the dumb question, I should have realized," she replied. "It must be nice to go skiing, I've never been…."
"Sorry for the dumb question, I should have realized," she replied. "It must be nice to go skiing, I've never been…."
>>174334
"Oh, I went a couple times. With an old business partner. Must have been a decade ago by now. Out even further west. Only got on the skis once and then never again. Can't say you're missing much. But other ponies like it, for, some reason. And we're here to make sure they stay warm and look good doing it. Or stay warm and look good while their coltfriends do it and they stand by watching in the snow, wishing they could go back inside and drink coco. All the same to me, really."
"Oh, I went a couple times. With an old business partner. Must have been a decade ago by now. Out even further west. Only got on the skis once and then never again. Can't say you're missing much. But other ponies like it, for, some reason. And we're here to make sure they stay warm and look good doing it. Or stay warm and look good while their coltfriends do it and they stand by watching in the snow, wishing they could go back inside and drink coco. All the same to me, really."
>>174335
The filly can't help but wonder if High Sewn is downplaying skiing simply out of personal taste. She can't imagine the highfalutin, would-be fashionista enjoying any sort of outdoor sport. But it's no time to argue, so she shrugs and arranges the nice clothing in stacks with their price tags on top.
The filly can't help but wonder if High Sewn is downplaying skiing simply out of personal taste. She can't imagine the highfalutin, would-be fashionista enjoying any sort of outdoor sport. But it's no time to argue, so she shrugs and arranges the nice clothing in stacks with their price tags on top.
>>174336
Amber manages to do so, then place up the clothing items, then check the stocks.
Annoyingly, Amber finds more clothing that has been moved around within the store by customers. Amber has to find out where these belong, and put them up.
Amber manages to do so, then place up the clothing items, then check the stocks.
Annoyingly, Amber finds more clothing that has been moved around within the store by customers. Amber has to find out where these belong, and put them up.
>>174337
Amber especially doesn't like clothing that was sloppily dropped on the floor or thrown over the racks. I bet it was those ziggers the other day, she thinks to herself. She might have to go to the back and get more hangers.
Amber especially doesn't like clothing that was sloppily dropped on the floor or thrown over the racks. I bet it was those ziggers the other day, she thinks to herself. She might have to go to the back and get more hangers.
>>174338
>those racist thoughts
oh my, little pony...
And then there are items that somepony had tried on that have to be put back up, and a few shirts that are not entirely on the hangers... And then this set of hangers, right here. The thin wire ones. Wouldn't wood work better for these coats? They are of above average weight. You know what, it's probably best just to rehang this row on more appropriate hangers.
>those racist thoughts
oh my, little pony...
And then there are items that somepony had tried on that have to be put back up, and a few shirts that are not entirely on the hangers... And then this set of hangers, right here. The thin wire ones. Wouldn't wood work better for these coats? They are of above average weight. You know what, it's probably best just to rehang this row on more appropriate hangers.
>>174339
Amber wishes there was somepony else to clean up the dressing rooms. Anyway, she tidies things up as much as she can. A good-looking store will make customers happy, which will hopefully make her boss happy.
Amber wishes there was somepony else to clean up the dressing rooms. Anyway, she tidies things up as much as she can. A good-looking store will make customers happy, which will hopefully make her boss happy.
>>174340
The store is opened, and while it's not a busy morning, the first customers come in. These include a mare with a filly who loves to bounce around, pick up dresses, and then her mother makes her put them back... on the wrong rack.
The store is opened, and while it's not a busy morning, the first customers come in. These include a mare with a filly who loves to bounce around, pick up dresses, and then her mother makes her put them back... on the wrong rack.
>>174341
It's impossible to be mad at a filly like that. Amber wordlessly puts the dresses back in the correct positions just after the filly, if at all possible.
It's impossible to be mad at a filly like that. Amber wordlessly puts the dresses back in the correct positions just after the filly, if at all possible.
>>174342
The little orange filly with a pink bow in her mane has more energy than Amber could dream of having.
High Sewn intervenes
"Oh, she doesn't need to put that back. She'd be the queen of the ball in that. And it's surprisingly affordable with our layaway program."
The little orange filly with a pink bow in her mane has more energy than Amber could dream of having.
High Sewn intervenes
"Oh, she doesn't need to put that back. She'd be the queen of the ball in that. And it's surprisingly affordable with our layaway program."
>>174343
"It is a really pretty dress," Amber affirms. She makes a mental note to ask what "layaway" is.
"It is a really pretty dress," Amber affirms. She makes a mental note to ask what "layaway" is.
>>174346
Awww…
Well, there's always another buyer around the corner, at least in non-depression times. Amber will just have to keep herself busy.
Awww…
Well, there's always another buyer around the corner, at least in non-depression times. Amber will just have to keep herself busy.
>>174347
You'll get 'em next time, little pony.
High Sewn has to go in the back to begin sewing, leaving Amber to hold down the store for the next hour or so.
You'll get 'em next time, little pony.
High Sewn has to go in the back to begin sewing, leaving Amber to hold down the store for the next hour or so.
>>174348
Amber keeps within eyeshot of the register while she tries to finish stocking various items. Her hunger makes her realize that selling candy bars at checkout would be a nice way to earn extra money.
Amber keeps within eyeshot of the register while she tries to finish stocking various items. Her hunger makes her realize that selling candy bars at checkout would be a nice way to earn extra money.
>>174350
She would…if she could physically afford lunch. Amber starts to worry over starvation and becoming an unsightly bag of bones. At least the new customers can distract her.
She would…if she could physically afford lunch. Amber starts to worry over starvation and becoming an unsightly bag of bones. At least the new customers can distract her.
>>174351
Perhaps it's worth asking somepony, like Mustard Trim, to pay for lunch.
Both customers kind of just look around. Amber may not be sure if she should be suspicious, helpful, or hooves off
Perhaps it's worth asking somepony, like Mustard Trim, to pay for lunch.
Both customers kind of just look around. Amber may not be sure if she should be suspicious, helpful, or hooves off
>>174352
Mustard Trim is at school, and not only is it rude to keep mooching off him, but wouldn't it be odd for her to show up if she's not a student? Ponies would be asking questions, and making fun of Mustard, and it would be just awful!
She decides to ask one of the customers, "Is there anything you're looking for in particular?"
Mustard Trim is at school, and not only is it rude to keep mooching off him, but wouldn't it be odd for her to show up if she's not a student? Ponies would be asking questions, and making fun of Mustard, and it would be just awful!
She decides to ask one of the customers, "Is there anything you're looking for in particular?"
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>>174327
>"Big reptile. In the water."
"Hmmm, could be another hydra."
>They strip before moving it to shore, and there is danger of losing some bones.
Once they're done stripping the flesh off of the carcass, Posey orders them to gather, stack, and bundle the bones.
Posey watches the display with a blank expression. She picks up a hydra skull and looks into it.
"These would make for a half-decent Bone Lurker, perhaps several. It's a shame I didn't bring equipment to transport the entire cadaver, but it can't be helped." she says, mostly to herself
She looks towards the third ghoul, the one she does not control.
"You, what was your name when you were alive?"
>"Big reptile. In the water."
"Hmmm, could be another hydra."
>They strip before moving it to shore, and there is danger of losing some bones.
Once they're done stripping the flesh off of the carcass, Posey orders them to gather, stack, and bundle the bones.
Posey watches the display with a blank expression. She picks up a hydra skull and looks into it.
"These would make for a half-decent Bone Lurker, perhaps several. It's a shame I didn't bring equipment to transport the entire cadaver, but it can't be helped." she says, mostly to herself
She looks towards the third ghoul, the one she does not control.
"You, what was your name when you were alive?"
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