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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>>173428
She blinks, with a concerned expression
"... On second thought, I'm just fine with knowing where you are." And continues walking forward.
And now, the buildings change to rows of little buildings together like apartment buildings, with small paths leaning up to their doors
She blinks, with a concerned expression
"... On second thought, I'm just fine with knowing where you are." And continues walking forward.
And now, the buildings change to rows of little buildings together like apartment buildings, with small paths leaning up to their doors
>>173429
It's now in this neighborhood that Kira looks for signs marking vacancies or signaling some kind of offices, as she continues conversing with Neela.
"So, that crystal...do you know how to do deer magic?"
It's now in this neighborhood that Kira looks for signs marking vacancies or signaling some kind of offices, as she continues conversing with Neela.
"So, that crystal...do you know how to do deer magic?"
>>173430
"Huh? No."
She looks at Kira, and says
"Did you say you could do alchemy?"
Kira could roll search
"Huh? No."
She looks at Kira, and says
"Did you say you could do alchemy?"
Kira could roll search
>>173431
Search: Kira searches for a home or a way to acquire a home.
Meanwhile, she nods.
"Yes, though I'm more of I guess an apprentice alchemist. If I was a cleric in the tribe I would probably know more about alchemy and magic."
Search: Kira searches for a home or a way to acquire a home.
Meanwhile, she nods.
"Yes, though I'm more of I guess an apprentice alchemist. If I was a cleric in the tribe I would probably know more about alchemy and magic."
>>173434
"Oh, I see the office!"
After she points it out and starts making a bee line for the building, she answers Neela's question.
"Yes, they handle the preservation of the tribe's knowledge, keeping the tribe healthy with alchemy and curative magics, and the teaching of the snakelings. Really, they do a lot for the tribe, they're just as important as us hunters!"
"Oh, I see the office!"
After she points it out and starts making a bee line for the building, she answers Neela's question.
"Yes, they handle the preservation of the tribe's knowledge, keeping the tribe healthy with alchemy and curative magics, and the teaching of the snakelings. Really, they do a lot for the tribe, they're just as important as us hunters!"
>>173435
Kira has to push open a door, enter, and...
A cream coated unicorn at the desk goes "Ah!" And dives down
Neela:
"And so... hunting. What is that like, exactly?"
Kira has to push open a door, enter, and...
A cream coated unicorn at the desk goes "Ah!" And dives down
Neela:
"And so... hunting. What is that like, exactly?"
>>173436
"Oh, hang on Neela." She looks over at the unicorn who, like the mare in the pawn shop, seems to think a desk would be adequate cover in the case of her being hostile. Thankfully for both of them, Kira is the exact opposite of hostile.
"Hello? We would like to inquire about the availability of a townhouse."
"Oh, hang on Neela." She looks over at the unicorn who, like the mare in the pawn shop, seems to think a desk would be adequate cover in the case of her being hostile. Thankfully for both of them, Kira is the exact opposite of hostile.
"Hello? We would like to inquire about the availability of a townhouse."
>>173439
Kira can only see her ears, her eyes, and little bits of the top of her head
"I don't... Why do you ask?"
Kira can only see her ears, her eyes, and little bits of the top of her head
"I don't... Why do you ask?"
>>173442
Kira continues to beam a smile at her, and she nods.
"Yes, we want to rent a townhome...is there one available?"
Kira continues to beam a smile at her, and she nods.
"Yes, we want to rent a townhome...is there one available?"
>>173443
She looks at her with... well, it isn't a smile
"I think some of our tenants may have concerns being neighbors with... large..." She raises a hoof, evidently to point at Kira, but does not complete the sentence
She looks at her with... well, it isn't a smile
"I think some of our tenants may have concerns being neighbors with... large..." She raises a hoof, evidently to point at Kira, but does not complete the sentence
>>173444
Kira tilts her head.
"What's the concern? I've been vetted by Customs, and I can assure you I'm very friendly. My friend can actually confirm this: along the way we were stopped at a military checkpoint, and two of the soldiers actually pet me before we got permission to pass."
Kira tilts her head.
"What's the concern? I've been vetted by Customs, and I can assure you I'm very friendly. My friend can actually confirm this: along the way we were stopped at a military checkpoint, and two of the soldiers actually pet me before we got permission to pass."
>>173445
Now, she has the wide, toothy smile that is so common among ponies
"Well, tenants may be concerned about... living in a neighborhood with a... a giant snake. Whether it's... whether they are right or not, they may be... scared."
Now, she has the wide, toothy smile that is so common among ponies
"Well, tenants may be concerned about... living in a neighborhood with a... a giant snake. Whether it's... whether they are right or not, they may be... scared."
>>173446
Diplomacy: "Please ma'am, I assure you that we would be among the best tenants you have. Whatever concerns they may have at first, once they get to meet me and know me, would evaporate like the morning mist!"
[1d20-1 = (19-1) = 18]
Diplomacy: "Please ma'am, I assure you that we would be among the best tenants you have. Whatever concerns they may have at first, once they get to meet me and know me, would evaporate like the morning mist!"
[1d20-1 = (19-1) = 18]
>>173447
She raises her head, and looks over at the long snake-pony. Her muzzle is long and thin, and her ears twitch.
"We could consider it... But rent would need to be paid in full ahead of time, and with a deposit."
She raises her head, and looks over at the long snake-pony. Her muzzle is long and thin, and her ears twitch.
"We could consider it... But rent would need to be paid in full ahead of time, and with a deposit."
>>173448
Kira taps her hooves together excitedly, and her tongue flicks.
"Yay! No problem, just tell me the price!"
Kira taps her hooves together excitedly, and her tongue flicks.
"Yay! No problem, just tell me the price!"
Posey will make some checks to see what she knows about what sorts of monsters or other hazards lurk in these parts, as well as any other hidden mysteries.
Arcana, for magical beasts/constructs/dragons (or anything else magical)
[1d20+11 = (6+11) = 17]
Religion, for Undead (or anything else holy/unholy)
[1d20+9 = (4+9) = 13]
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Arcana, for magical beasts/constructs/dragons (or anything else magical)
[1d20+11 = (6+11) = 17]
Religion, for Undead (or anything else holy/unholy)
[1d20+9 = (4+9) = 13]
Pic unrelated
>>173414
"Of course, sir," Amber answers.
She turns to the others and whispers, "Shall we play Shornberg's Verklarkte Nacht?"
"Of course, sir," Amber answers.
She turns to the others and whispers, "Shall we play Shornberg's Verklarkte Nacht?"
>>173457
He speaks to those around him.
"These griffins will stay here: Turmfalke, Schumann, Mitter, Dolch." Two of the six griffins stand up, and start to leave, as do a small clawful who stood off to the left, and had been noticed by Amber until they began to move."
Then he moves his chair forward, and leans over the table, clasping his claws together and placing his head over them. He looks intently at Amber, then Erich.
Erich nods, and places his bow to the Violin. He is familiar with the peace.
He speaks to those around him.
"These griffins will stay here: Turmfalke, Schumann, Mitter, Dolch." Two of the six griffins stand up, and start to leave, as do a small clawful who stood off to the left, and had been noticed by Amber until they began to move."
Then he moves his chair forward, and leans over the table, clasping his claws together and placing his head over them. He looks intently at Amber, then Erich.
Erich nods, and places his bow to the Violin. He is familiar with the peace.
>>173458
Reminds me of that Downfall scene. Fortunately, Hellheim is not under siege, at least not yet.
[YouTube] Schoenberg: Verklärte Nacht, Op.4 - Boulez.![]()
Although it is not yet evening, Amber and her closest–really, only–friends play a composition titled "Transfigured Night." As a sextet, it could not be done justice with a few ordinary musicians, but fortunately those present are anything but ordinary. The song starts out gently, with sweet and slow chords reminiscent of the approach of dusk. It is not long at all until Shornberg's more unique and esoteric style subtly creeps into the music as in waves before enshrouding the listeners in its chromaticism, returning occasionally to softer clarity. Shornberg is a quite subversive composer and although the piece is nominally a romance, there are deeper intonations evoking paranoia.
What is love of what is close, for example, but a hatred of the outside? Those damned ponies are a threat to Hellquill, which is all that stands between them and the griffon heartlands. The music's violence suggests what should be done, while its calmer interludes brood over how they overpopulate and despoil what could be productive land. And of course there are sympathizers and traitors everywhere, who lurk in the shadows. Such sentiments are new to Amber and seem to spring from the music itself. Near the middle a part of her is astonished and repelled from such overwhelming thoughts, and although she cannot stop playing, during a quieter and more compatible interlude she desperately starts playing a different song.
[YouTube] Arvo Pärt - Fratres![]()
The style, which would be called tintinnabuli had the term been coined, at first feeds off a smaller rhythm in Verklarte Nacht and takes the center stage, with its waves evoking harmony and peace. This at first intertwines with the first composition, but soon enough Shornberg's chaos attempts to overpower it while the new composition recedes. The new song is not outdone for long, and although not as loud its tranquil melody rings clearly. Shornberg's rage rings on before mellowing into harmony as well, while the second piece raises vivid and gorgeous protestations that do not seem of this world. Amber herself is divided along these pieces, and her talons seamlessly switch between one composition and the next, if not combining the two. The two, while euphonically combining at points, clash in dissonance at times, with one piece at first feeding into earthly ambition and then dwelling in melancholy while the other has a more celestial bent that chides the other. Shornberg may be subversive, but how could one hear his timeless opposition and not feel guilt over intended wrongs? Verklarte Nacht finishes with a vaguely pastoral phrase before finishing alongside the other work.
Amber is left exhausted by the end, confused and not entirely sure as to what transpired. What is even more uncertain is how the leader of Hellquill has received this performance, since dissonance in esoteric music is dangerous indeed and can lead to unexpected consequences.
[Read more] Reminds me of that Downfall scene. Fortunately, Hellheim is not under siege, at least not yet.
[YouTube] Schoenberg: Verklärte Nacht, Op.4 - Boulez.
Although it is not yet evening, Amber and her closest–really, only–friends play a composition titled "Transfigured Night." As a sextet, it could not be done justice with a few ordinary musicians, but fortunately those present are anything but ordinary. The song starts out gently, with sweet and slow chords reminiscent of the approach of dusk. It is not long at all until Shornberg's more unique and esoteric style subtly creeps into the music as in waves before enshrouding the listeners in its chromaticism, returning occasionally to softer clarity. Shornberg is a quite subversive composer and although the piece is nominally a romance, there are deeper intonations evoking paranoia.
What is love of what is close, for example, but a hatred of the outside? Those damned ponies are a threat to Hellquill, which is all that stands between them and the griffon heartlands. The music's violence suggests what should be done, while its calmer interludes brood over how they overpopulate and despoil what could be productive land. And of course there are sympathizers and traitors everywhere, who lurk in the shadows. Such sentiments are new to Amber and seem to spring from the music itself. Near the middle a part of her is astonished and repelled from such overwhelming thoughts, and although she cannot stop playing, during a quieter and more compatible interlude she desperately starts playing a different song.
[YouTube] Arvo Pärt - Fratres
The style, which would be called tintinnabuli had the term been coined, at first feeds off a smaller rhythm in Verklarte Nacht and takes the center stage, with its waves evoking harmony and peace. This at first intertwines with the first composition, but soon enough Shornberg's chaos attempts to overpower it while the new composition recedes. The new song is not outdone for long, and although not as loud its tranquil melody rings clearly. Shornberg's rage rings on before mellowing into harmony as well, while the second piece raises vivid and gorgeous protestations that do not seem of this world. Amber herself is divided along these pieces, and her talons seamlessly switch between one composition and the next, if not combining the two. The two, while euphonically combining at points, clash in dissonance at times, with one piece at first feeding into earthly ambition and then dwelling in melancholy while the other has a more celestial bent that chides the other. Shornberg may be subversive, but how could one hear his timeless opposition and not feel guilt over intended wrongs? Verklarte Nacht finishes with a vaguely pastoral phrase before finishing alongside the other work.
Amber is left exhausted by the end, confused and not entirely sure as to what transpired. What is even more uncertain is how the leader of Hellquill has received this performance, since dissonance in esoteric music is dangerous indeed and can lead to unexpected consequences.
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>>173468
It is said that one morning Dark Star went out for cigarettes… and never came back. Lunar Nadir was kicked out of college for non-payment. Tricky Truffle and Succulent Sorrel eventually took over the room at the tavern after finally getting jobs and paying rent, and several little ponies felt themselves without a friend. One bout pony tells of a great hero who could sling guns, and take down changelings, griffins, and criminals alike, and swears he will return when the world most needs him, like King Arthur from his slumber on Avalon - but she is increasingly dismissed as a relic of a bygone era, and marginalized from society.
But Baltimare… Baltimare continues to evolve and progress. With the disappearance of the edgy pony, racism went down 30% overnight. The forces of reaction were overcome. Social mores continued to change and enlighten, and the formerly pony city of Baltimare became even more enriched with a rainbow of new creatures, and acceptance for behaviors previously shunned and kept in hiding.
It is said that one morning Dark Star went out for cigarettes… and never came back. Lunar Nadir was kicked out of college for non-payment. Tricky Truffle and Succulent Sorrel eventually took over the room at the tavern after finally getting jobs and paying rent, and several little ponies felt themselves without a friend. One bout pony tells of a great hero who could sling guns, and take down changelings, griffins, and criminals alike, and swears he will return when the world most needs him, like King Arthur from his slumber on Avalon - but she is increasingly dismissed as a relic of a bygone era, and marginalized from society.
But Baltimare… Baltimare continues to evolve and progress. With the disappearance of the edgy pony, racism went down 30% overnight. The forces of reaction were overcome. Social mores continued to change and enlighten, and the formerly pony city of Baltimare became even more enriched with a rainbow of new creatures, and acceptance for behaviors previously shunned and kept in hiding.
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>>173474
I guess I'll roll my perception stuff
Posey keeps to the trees, trying to minimize direct sun exposure.
Search to look for tracks/traps
[1d20+3 = (10+3) = 13]
Survival to follow them
[1d20+1 = (6+1) = 7]
Spot to look for creatures
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]
Listen to hear them
[1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
[Read more] I guess I'll roll my perception stuff
Posey keeps to the trees, trying to minimize direct sun exposure.
Search to look for tracks/traps
[1d20+3 = (10+3) = 13]
Survival to follow them
[1d20+1 = (6+1) = 7]
Spot to look for creatures
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]
Listen to hear them
[1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
>>173473
I'd like to see Dark Star again, someday
>>172791 →
Silver smiles widely, and makes a happy little whinny noise as she scritches his chin.
"Heavenly. As to be expected when you are with griffon goddess."
I'd like to see Dark Star again, someday
>>172791 →
Silver smiles widely, and makes a happy little whinny noise as she scritches his chin.
"Heavenly. As to be expected when you are with griffon goddess."
>>173534
Her eyes are again decidedly lidded, and with the sight of her slim, cat-like body from waist to face, Silver is affirmed in her description of her as a "goddess."
"That's right" She says, nodding slowly, and purring
>>173449
"Well" The mare stares at her. "There's a recently renovated unit that may be available for 700 a month."
Her eyes are again decidedly lidded, and with the sight of her slim, cat-like body from waist to face, Silver is affirmed in her description of her as a "goddess."
"That's right" She says, nodding slowly, and purring
>>173449
"Well" The mare stares at her. "There's a recently renovated unit that may be available for 700 a month."
>>173558
Silver once again rubs his muzzle against her smooth beak.
"You make cutest noises when you are happy, you know that?"
Silver once again rubs his muzzle against her smooth beak.
"You make cutest noises when you are happy, you know that?"
>>173558
"We'll take it!"
Kira says this with basically no hesitation, and begins counting out 700 Bits.
"We'll take it!"
Kira says this with basically no hesitation, and begins counting out 700 Bits.
>>173561
Her batting at his muzzle may or may not result in a boop, which may or may not result in him scroonching. He lets out a happy little whinny as proof of her claim.
"I am not sure I ever saw myself in this position even just year ago, but I am glad that this is where I ended up, in embrace of my griffon goddess."
Her batting at his muzzle may or may not result in a boop, which may or may not result in him scroonching. He lets out a happy little whinny as proof of her claim.
"I am not sure I ever saw myself in this position even just year ago, but I am glad that this is where I ended up, in embrace of my griffon goddess."
>>173564
At this turn of mood for his Jubee, Silver buries his head into the soft plumage of her neck and snuggles in. He can still be heard clearly, even if his voice is perhaps slightly muffled by feathers.
"I know it is not what you wanted, but I hope I can help make this as good of situation for you as I can."
At this turn of mood for his Jubee, Silver buries his head into the soft plumage of her neck and snuggles in. He can still be heard clearly, even if his voice is perhaps slightly muffled by feathers.
"I know it is not what you wanted, but I hope I can help make this as good of situation for you as I can."
>>173564
Kira adds another 300 to the Bits she's counting, bringing the total up to 1,000 Bits before placing them on the counter.
Kira adds another 300 to the Bits she's counting, bringing the total up to 1,000 Bits before placing them on the counter.
>>173566
She looks at the pile of bits
“That’s… a lot of bits to have on you… okay then.” And she looks back to Kira
“But, well, we don’t really allow exotic animals…”
>>173565
Jubilosa takes her claw, and starts rubbing around the base of his right ear.
“Don’t worry.” She says. “You have.” Though she seems troubled, she makes another “purr”
>>173572
the description is hard to do on mobile
She looks at the pile of bits
“That’s… a lot of bits to have on you… okay then.” And she looks back to Kira
“But, well, we don’t really allow exotic animals…”
>>173565
Jubilosa takes her claw, and starts rubbing around the base of his right ear.
“Don’t worry.” She says. “You have.” Though she seems troubled, she makes another “purr”
>>173572
the description is hard to do on mobile
>>173573
Kira looks at the pony with big, hopefully adorable snake eyes.
"Please, ma'am, it's not as though we can't manage our own needs or are some base animals like you would see out in the wild. We are fully sapient, just like any pony. We won't cause you or your complex any trouble."
Kira looks at the pony with big, hopefully adorable snake eyes.
"Please, ma'am, it's not as though we can't manage our own needs or are some base animals like you would see out in the wild. We are fully sapient, just like any pony. We won't cause you or your complex any trouble."
>>173573
Silver's ear twitches as Jubilosa no doubt marvels at how even his pony ears are fluffy.
Sense Motive: Silver tries to gain a peak into his griffon's head space, hopefully to know more specifics about what's troubling her.
[1d20+3 = (14+3) = 17]
Silver's ear twitches as Jubilosa no doubt marvels at how even his pony ears are fluffy.
Sense Motive: Silver tries to gain a peak into his griffon's head space, hopefully to know more specifics about what's troubling her.
[1d20+3 = (14+3) = 17]
>>173577
ears are scritched
Silver cuddles his griffon, keeping her attention focused on the present. Her attention is definitely brought back to the present when she feels Silver's Sword finally soften up enough that he comes loose with a pop. She can feel as his seed trickles out of her slowly.
ears are scritched
Silver cuddles his griffon, keeping her attention focused on the present. Her attention is definitely brought back to the present when she feels Silver's Sword finally soften up enough that he comes loose with a pop. She can feel as his seed trickles out of her slowly.
>>173577
flicks tongue
"I would never dream of doing anything harmful to their foals or pets. Pets are for pets, and ponies are already so adorable anyways that I imagine foals must be heart attack-inducing."
flicks tongue
"I would never dream of doing anything harmful to their foals or pets. Pets are for pets, and ponies are already so adorable anyways that I imagine foals must be heart attack-inducing."
>>173580
Bluff: Although Kira genuinely has no intent on eating on eating foals or pets, she hopes the pony will believe her.
[1d20-1 = (18-1) = 17]
Bluff: Although Kira genuinely has no intent on eating on eating foals or pets, she hopes the pony will believe her.
[1d20-1 = (18-1) = 17]
>>173580
It's hard to tell who is being absorbed into who with this close an embrace. Regardless, Jubilosa finds herself lost in a sea of light grey fluff. She feels his stout pony heart beat in his chest, and hears the steady breathing in and out of his powerful lungs.
It's hard to tell who is being absorbed into who with this close an embrace. Regardless, Jubilosa finds herself lost in a sea of light grey fluff. She feels his stout pony heart beat in his chest, and hears the steady breathing in and out of his powerful lungs.
>>173581
She looks at Kira, and then slowly opens her mouth to say
“Well… I suppose. We’ll need ID, and you’ll have to sign some documents.”
>>173582
There isn’t that much meat or fur to cover the ribs on her chest, though the fur does certainly move across her bones, and there is quite a bit of muscle around the base of her wings. She too, rises and falls with her breathes.
She purrs.
She looks at Kira, and then slowly opens her mouth to say
“Well… I suppose. We’ll need ID, and you’ll have to sign some documents.”
>>173582
There isn’t that much meat or fur to cover the ribs on her chest, though the fur does certainly move across her bones, and there is quite a bit of muscle around the base of her wings. She too, rises and falls with her breathes.
She purrs.
>>173583
Silver lets out a content whinny. He's happy to remain here with her, at least for the moment. He gently massages around the base of her wings.
Silver lets out a content whinny. He's happy to remain here with her, at least for the moment. He gently massages around the base of her wings.
>>173583
flicks tongue
Kira shows the pony her ID bracelet.
"No problem! I must say, though, it sure seems like ponies like paperwork, I've never imagine signing so much before today."
flicks tongue
Kira shows the pony her ID bracelet.
"No problem! I must say, though, it sure seems like ponies like paperwork, I've never imagine signing so much before today."
>>173585
It’s… a lot of pages.
Looking at the documents, it concerns things such as time of rent payments, the process of requesting maintenance work, and rules. Rules include things like no attempts at “renovation” or serious alteration of rooms, no-subletting, no Kirin allowed at any time, no conjugation magic, no subletting to zebras (why this rule isn’t covered by the previous rule against subletting is beyond Kira’s understanding), no destruction magic, no loud noises after 10 PM, no illegal activities… actually this goes on for a while. Pets are allowed but regulated. Whether the room is in good condition must be verified at the time of leasing in order for the owner to be considered in breach of warrant; however the warranty is always valid and the owner is responsible for maintenance, in which case submitting a maintenance request is the appropriate course of action. It’s a bunch of legal nonsense.
Sigh here, and here, and here.
>>173584
purr
Jubilosa must feel the same
[Read more] It’s… a lot of pages.
Looking at the documents, it concerns things such as time of rent payments, the process of requesting maintenance work, and rules. Rules include things like no attempts at “renovation” or serious alteration of rooms, no-subletting, no Kirin allowed at any time, no conjugation magic, no subletting to zebras (why this rule isn’t covered by the previous rule against subletting is beyond Kira’s understanding), no destruction magic, no loud noises after 10 PM, no illegal activities… actually this goes on for a while. Pets are allowed but regulated. Whether the room is in good condition must be verified at the time of leasing in order for the owner to be considered in breach of warrant; however the warranty is always valid and the owner is responsible for maintenance, in which case submitting a maintenance request is the appropriate course of action. It’s a bunch of legal nonsense.
Sigh here, and here, and here.
>>173584
purr
Jubilosa must feel the same
>>173586
Hmm, seems fairly standard...Kira assumes. She definitely doesn't understand why no zebras specifically. As long as there's no clause that says she signs away her soul, Kira signs the papers.
Hmm, seems fairly standard...Kira assumes. She definitely doesn't understand why no zebras specifically. As long as there's no clause that says she signs away her soul, Kira signs the papers.
>>173586
If only he could be there forever...sadly, Silver does have things to do today. Still, he lingers there, unwilling to give up his griffon so soon.
If only he could be there forever...sadly, Silver does have things to do today. Still, he lingers there, unwilling to give up his griffon so soon.
>>173587
I like how “Absoluteky no Kirin” requires no explanation
How does Kira sign? What slides her signature look like? Where did she learn to read and write? Anyways…
The unicorn asks if the deer is supposed to be staying there as well, and when the question is answered in the affirmative, makes her sign something as well, and makes Kira write her name somewhere.
“You haven’t” the unicorn gives that toothy smile “seen the unit yet.”
>>173588
Just a few more minutes… surely the world will not catch on fire so quickly?
[Read more] I like how “Absoluteky no Kirin” requires no explanation
How does Kira sign? What slides her signature look like? Where did she learn to read and write? Anyways…
The unicorn asks if the deer is supposed to be staying there as well, and when the question is answered in the affirmative, makes her sign something as well, and makes Kira write her name somewhere.
“You haven’t” the unicorn gives that toothy smile “seen the unit yet.”
>>173588
Just a few more minutes… surely the world will not catch on fire so quickly?
>>173589
Not for a few years, at least. Though it does make Silver wonder, what happened to his Jubee in that future?
Not for a few years, at least. Though it does make Silver wonder, what happened to his Jubee in that future?
>>173405
>>173451
>>173455
>>173474
>>173572
With no spells left, Posey keeps her weapons drawn as she matches. She grips her sword in her maw, and levitates her compound bow with her horn.
She draws her hood over her head to minimize sunlight exposure, her golden eyes glowing beneath the shadow of the hood.
>>173451
>>173455
>>173474
>>173572
With no spells left, Posey keeps her weapons drawn as she matches. She grips her sword in her maw, and levitates her compound bow with her horn.
She draws her hood over her head to minimize sunlight exposure, her golden eyes glowing beneath the shadow of the hood.
I guess not
>>173593
Kira does try to move around the mare, letting her pass before following her out of the door.
Kira does try to move around the mare, letting her pass before following her out of the door.
>>173593
He has to admit, the foals were exceptionally cute, but he would miss having his griffon goddess around. He manages to hold off breaking away from his Jubee cuddles for a few minutes before he kisses his griffu again.
"I really do have to get up..."
He has to admit, the foals were exceptionally cute, but he would miss having his griffon goddess around. He manages to hold off breaking away from his Jubee cuddles for a few minutes before he kisses his griffu again.
"I really do have to get up..."
"Stupid Sun...! I thought that bitch princess was captured or something, so why is there still day? The Coven was very disappointed by this development..."
I'm going to make an intelligence check to see what Posey knows about the day/night cycle, and why it continues in spite of recent developments concerning the princesses.
I think princess Celestia counts as a demigod, so I'll roll religion.
[1d20+9 = (1+9) = 10]
I'm going to make an intelligence check to see what Posey knows about the day/night cycle, and why it continues in spite of recent developments concerning the princesses.
I think princess Celestia counts as a demigod, so I'll roll religion.
[1d20+9 = (1+9) = 10]
>>173613
Well fuck. I know skills don't crit, but it looks like I'm still out of luck, unless it's somehow common knowledge that anyone would know.
Well fuck. I know skills don't crit, but it looks like I'm still out of luck, unless it's somehow common knowledge that anyone would know.
I guess not.
As an interested party and a friend of the scrunchiest flower this side of the Mississippi. I have a proposal for the game.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vHzWLmdeNMdwpV1ZZm7_odK8Se-M19KiiB6iZdOX0mg/pub
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_QNvNjIMKGivuMWayMOsOaXd-w9nCsnvnfyxEb4dbno/pub#h.mp7gnwz1yhkj
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CXF9Q2XUoq0Lzh0H8Zzk8gCq4GMkzB-pYTRxIfQGXH8/pub
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cPmFbL75JMGQ4im7iH9ySCJYh7tGP3g8eo1xIW5R8KA/pub
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1h0SlmLGUjL6TgOGxxe8ww7yJPiZhfx5864v_6jwlYeg/pub
This is a system developed by /mlp/ for simplified board based pony ttrpg adventures. I think it has a few benefits over homebrew additions to DND, including but not limited to:
>providing more accurate stats and fluff for ponies and other races
>streamlining game play, allowing for clearer combat and more concise actions
>better balances martial and caster characters
>more variety for the many martial characters
>less complex system makes adding homebrew ideas slightly easier
Any thoughts?
[Read more] https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vHzWLmdeNMdwpV1ZZm7_odK8Se-M19KiiB6iZdOX0mg/pub
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_QNvNjIMKGivuMWayMOsOaXd-w9nCsnvnfyxEb4dbno/pub#h.mp7gnwz1yhkj
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CXF9Q2XUoq0Lzh0H8Zzk8gCq4GMkzB-pYTRxIfQGXH8/pub
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cPmFbL75JMGQ4im7iH9ySCJYh7tGP3g8eo1xIW5R8KA/pub
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1h0SlmLGUjL6TgOGxxe8ww7yJPiZhfx5864v_6jwlYeg/pub
This is a system developed by /mlp/ for simplified board based pony ttrpg adventures. I think it has a few benefits over homebrew additions to DND, including but not limited to:
>providing more accurate stats and fluff for ponies and other races
>streamlining game play, allowing for clearer combat and more concise actions
>better balances martial and caster characters
>more variety for the many martial characters
>less complex system makes adding homebrew ideas slightly easier
Any thoughts?
So, does Posey find those tanks?
>>173623
It would be kind of weird to change systems mid game, but not unprecedented.
I'm still lvl 3 anyway.
It would be kind of weird to change systems mid game, but not unprecedented.
I'm still lvl 3 anyway.
Does Posey need to roll anything else to find the tanks?
Quest tomorrow?
Yay.
Also, I've been playing Posey for more than a year now.
Also, I've been playing Posey for more than a year now.
>>173503
>>173455
Posie finds a little trail, mostly likely used by wildlife, judging by the small, split-hooved tracks and the occasional, much bigger and deeper tracks that run along it. It takes her through a relatively thin undergrowth of moss and ferns that covers mud, peat, baren roots, and especially piles of lost brown leaves. Hanging above are innumerable, though not necessarily dense, hanging cypress and willow trees, whose big, drooping branches that vary from retaining most of their leaves to having none at all, appear along like green and brown dresses on so many giants in this humid, open-air ball. Posey occasionally passes little ponds, round in shape with muddy rims, occasionally filed with cut roots, and filled with muddy water and leaves. Elsewhere are mangled trees, sometimes cut in half.
Posey sees some definite signs that ponies have been this way. In one location, a rifle tuck into the ground with a steel helmet placed on top, in the clear sign of a grave marker. In another area, an abandoned tent. In another area, a broken branch with some cloth tied in a bow to it. In another, a set of roots that oddly has bandages wrapped around it.
These lands belong to the living - not to imply that death is out of place here. Posey knows these swamps to be variously inhabited by Chimeras, Hydras (bigger ones), lake and river serpents, Manticores, vicious and gigantic insects, occasional visits by the dragons from further south, and the occasional overflows of civilization. She can hear the sounds of so many birds chirping and singing their songs, the hooting of an owl, and many insects humming. She can see them fly about, and perch around. There are calls of unknown creatures further away, and the howls of what might be wolves. Posey only sees one terrestrial animal - a small cervid, presumably some kind of deer - which darts away when Posey nears it. It's the first animal to be afraid of Posey's presence, rather than indifferent or outright hostile. Even the plants are defiant and make known that this forest belongs to the living. A tree is not merely covered in leaves in the middle of winter, but is flowering with vibrant, big, blue flowers, dotted with orange spots.
The trail moves near water, bespeckled with so many cypress trees. Posey can tell that these areas are flooded only when the rain comes, based on what undergrowth peaks through. These are dotted by islands that break the little valleys of water. The end of a rifle stands up out of the water, as if propped up by some rock or root just beneath the water's surface. A tree stands out on one little island in a sort of clearing, away from most other trees. It's fairly small, a sapling, looks like it could be a few years old. It has two big branches that move out from the center, a few feet above the ground, though a third, shorter and thicker one is placed behind it, as if in three prongs, like upside down caltrops. The two larger branches stretch out forward and closer to Posey, towards the sky in a kind of Y shape. What is odd is that hanging around these two branches, and wrapped around the back of the tree, is a large, green, military bag that could not be more than some months exposed. The impossible position of the backpack is the clearest sign of magic thus far.
[Read more] >>173455
Posie finds a little trail, mostly likely used by wildlife, judging by the small, split-hooved tracks and the occasional, much bigger and deeper tracks that run along it. It takes her through a relatively thin undergrowth of moss and ferns that covers mud, peat, baren roots, and especially piles of lost brown leaves. Hanging above are innumerable, though not necessarily dense, hanging cypress and willow trees, whose big, drooping branches that vary from retaining most of their leaves to having none at all, appear along like green and brown dresses on so many giants in this humid, open-air ball. Posey occasionally passes little ponds, round in shape with muddy rims, occasionally filed with cut roots, and filled with muddy water and leaves. Elsewhere are mangled trees, sometimes cut in half.
Posey sees some definite signs that ponies have been this way. In one location, a rifle tuck into the ground with a steel helmet placed on top, in the clear sign of a grave marker. In another area, an abandoned tent. In another area, a broken branch with some cloth tied in a bow to it. In another, a set of roots that oddly has bandages wrapped around it.
These lands belong to the living - not to imply that death is out of place here. Posey knows these swamps to be variously inhabited by Chimeras, Hydras (bigger ones), lake and river serpents, Manticores, vicious and gigantic insects, occasional visits by the dragons from further south, and the occasional overflows of civilization. She can hear the sounds of so many birds chirping and singing their songs, the hooting of an owl, and many insects humming. She can see them fly about, and perch around. There are calls of unknown creatures further away, and the howls of what might be wolves. Posey only sees one terrestrial animal - a small cervid, presumably some kind of deer - which darts away when Posey nears it. It's the first animal to be afraid of Posey's presence, rather than indifferent or outright hostile. Even the plants are defiant and make known that this forest belongs to the living. A tree is not merely covered in leaves in the middle of winter, but is flowering with vibrant, big, blue flowers, dotted with orange spots.
The trail moves near water, bespeckled with so many cypress trees. Posey can tell that these areas are flooded only when the rain comes, based on what undergrowth peaks through. These are dotted by islands that break the little valleys of water. The end of a rifle stands up out of the water, as if propped up by some rock or root just beneath the water's surface. A tree stands out on one little island in a sort of clearing, away from most other trees. It's fairly small, a sapling, looks like it could be a few years old. It has two big branches that move out from the center, a few feet above the ground, though a third, shorter and thicker one is placed behind it, as if in three prongs, like upside down caltrops. The two larger branches stretch out forward and closer to Posey, towards the sky in a kind of Y shape. What is odd is that hanging around these two branches, and wrapped around the back of the tree, is a large, green, military bag that could not be more than some months exposed. The impossible position of the backpack is the clearest sign of magic thus far.
>>173646
>split-hooved tracks
I take it that we're not using the sapient deer from EaW? (Ngl, too many non-pony countries for comfort)
>a small cervid, presumably some kind of deer - which darts away when Posey nears it
Ah, that clears it up.
>these swamps to be variously inhabited by Chimeras, Hydras (bigger ones), lake and river serpents, Manticores, vicious and gigantic insects, occasional visits by the dragons from further south, and the occasional overflows of civilization.
Then it shall make for good hunting.
>Even the plants are defiant and make known that this forest belongs to the living.
And here I am, having just removed defiling magic from my sheet.
Posey glares at the defiant plants, trying to wilt them with her gaze, but alas, her horn is depleted of spells.
>In one location, a rifle tuck into the ground with a steel helmet placed on top, in the clear sign of a grave marker.
Posey resists the impulse to temper with the grave.
"Patient, Posey, you're on a mission here. Now is not the time for fun." She says to herself
>hanging around these two branches, and wrapped around the back of the tree, is a large, green, military bag that could not be more than some months exposed. The impossible position of the backpack is the clearest sign of magic thus far.
This catches Posey's interest, and she reaches out with the power of her horn to bring the sack towards her.
However, before she does this, she rolls Search to check for traps (if she rolls too low to detect a trap, assume she just grabs the bag)
[1d20+1 = (6+1) = 7] (penalty in sunlight)
[Read more] >split-hooved tracks
I take it that we're not using the sapient deer from EaW? (Ngl, too many non-pony countries for comfort)
>a small cervid, presumably some kind of deer - which darts away when Posey nears it
Ah, that clears it up.
>these swamps to be variously inhabited by Chimeras, Hydras (bigger ones), lake and river serpents, Manticores, vicious and gigantic insects, occasional visits by the dragons from further south, and the occasional overflows of civilization.
Then it shall make for good hunting.
>Even the plants are defiant and make known that this forest belongs to the living.
And here I am, having just removed defiling magic from my sheet.
Posey glares at the defiant plants, trying to wilt them with her gaze, but alas, her horn is depleted of spells.
>In one location, a rifle tuck into the ground with a steel helmet placed on top, in the clear sign of a grave marker.
Posey resists the impulse to temper with the grave.
"Patient, Posey, you're on a mission here. Now is not the time for fun." She says to herself
>hanging around these two branches, and wrapped around the back of the tree, is a large, green, military bag that could not be more than some months exposed. The impossible position of the backpack is the clearest sign of magic thus far.
This catches Posey's interest, and she reaches out with the power of her horn to bring the sack towards her.
However, before she does this, she rolls Search to check for traps (if she rolls too low to detect a trap, assume she just grabs the bag)
[1d20+1 = (6+1) = 7] (penalty in sunlight)
>>173649
>deer
The pony show includes non-sapient deer, sapient, quadrupedal, brightly colored reindeer, non-sapient pigs, sapient anthro pigs, non-sapient cats, sapient anthro cats, non-sapient dogs, and sapient anthro dogs. It’s all very confusing.
There are sapient deer in the campaign. Kira even purchased one.
>wilting the trees
The tree with its blue flowers stands there, still defiant. The flowers are almost beautiful, even if the orange spots seem a bit odd. They almost seem to beckon for Posey to come, pick them up and smell them, and put one in her mane.
>grave
The ground beneath looks a bit too solid, too full of roots, to be the actual location of the grave. Posey knows by now the ponies take away their dead when they can. And if there were a body there, the forest has claimed it. Ants, the various predators, fungi… the forest does not give up its dead. Living matter is recycled and repurposed.
>the bag
Perhaps you don’t understand. The arm bands of the backpack are around the split branches of the tree, in such a way that removing the backpack from the tree is impossible. Putting it there in the first place is equally impossible - like the tree had grown through the backpack, it must have been either carefully sewn onto the tree, or its bands moved through solid matter. Posey would need to cut the arm (leg) bands, or just leave it there and go through the back.
To get to the island, the water is surprisingly shallow, though still thick with algae. There is a canteen on the edge of the island.
[Read more] >deer
The pony show includes non-sapient deer, sapient, quadrupedal, brightly colored reindeer, non-sapient pigs, sapient anthro pigs, non-sapient cats, sapient anthro cats, non-sapient dogs, and sapient anthro dogs. It’s all very confusing.
There are sapient deer in the campaign. Kira even purchased one.
>wilting the trees
The tree with its blue flowers stands there, still defiant. The flowers are almost beautiful, even if the orange spots seem a bit odd. They almost seem to beckon for Posey to come, pick them up and smell them, and put one in her mane.
>grave
The ground beneath looks a bit too solid, too full of roots, to be the actual location of the grave. Posey knows by now the ponies take away their dead when they can. And if there were a body there, the forest has claimed it. Ants, the various predators, fungi… the forest does not give up its dead. Living matter is recycled and repurposed.
>the bag
Perhaps you don’t understand. The arm bands of the backpack are around the split branches of the tree, in such a way that removing the backpack from the tree is impossible. Putting it there in the first place is equally impossible - like the tree had grown through the backpack, it must have been either carefully sewn onto the tree, or its bands moved through solid matter. Posey would need to cut the arm (leg) bands, or just leave it there and go through the back.
To get to the island, the water is surprisingly shallow, though still thick with algae. There is a canteen on the edge of the island.
>>173650
>The flowers are almost beautiful, even if the orange spots seem a bit odd
Wait a minute, I've seen the show. I know these flowers. These are swamp fewer flowers. Metagaming, but we've all seen the show.
Well, I'm glad that disease doesn't affect me.
>They almost seem to beckon for Posey to come, pick them up and smell them, and put one in her mane. L
Posey does exactly that, appreciating the cruel aroma. She's a fan of flowers, especially the frightful variety.
"Blue, with orange spots...? How delightfully chaotic of a flower. The thralls of the coven would be jealous." she says, as she places one in her mane. She giggles at the pollen tickles her sensitive nose.
>The arm bands of the backpack are around the split branches of the tree, in such a way that removing the backpack from the tree is impossible.
... It's the flowers, isn't it? A pony turned into the tree while wearing the backpack.
I know this, let's see if Posey knows anything about it.
Arcana (trained)
[1d20+11 = (10+11) = 21]
Nature (untrained)
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]
>Posey would need to cut the arm (leg) bands, or just leave it there and go through the back.
Not one to pass up looting the dead, Posey levitates her knife to cut the bag.
>To get to the island, the water is surprisingly shallow, though still thick with algae. There is a canteen on the edge of the island.
So long as it isn't running, Posey has no trouble crossing it, although she doesn't like getting her cost dirty.
[Read more] >The flowers are almost beautiful, even if the orange spots seem a bit odd
Wait a minute, I've seen the show. I know these flowers. These are swamp fewer flowers. Metagaming, but we've all seen the show.
Well, I'm glad that disease doesn't affect me.
>They almost seem to beckon for Posey to come, pick them up and smell them, and put one in her mane. L
Posey does exactly that, appreciating the cruel aroma. She's a fan of flowers, especially the frightful variety.
"Blue, with orange spots...? How delightfully chaotic of a flower. The thralls of the coven would be jealous." she says, as she places one in her mane. She giggles at the pollen tickles her sensitive nose.
>The arm bands of the backpack are around the split branches of the tree, in such a way that removing the backpack from the tree is impossible.
... It's the flowers, isn't it? A pony turned into the tree while wearing the backpack.
I know this, let's see if Posey knows anything about it.
Arcana (trained)
[1d20+11 = (10+11) = 21]
Nature (untrained)
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]
>Posey would need to cut the arm (leg) bands, or just leave it there and go through the back.
Not one to pass up looting the dead, Posey levitates her knife to cut the bag.
>To get to the island, the water is surprisingly shallow, though still thick with algae. There is a canteen on the edge of the island.
So long as it isn't running, Posey has no trouble crossing it, although she doesn't like getting her cost dirty.
>>173651
>plants can’t appropriate and crawl across dead matter
>this horrifying magical entity is definitely either a virus or a plant and behaves in every other way the way that plants and viruses do our world, rather than being magical or behaving like a fungus, which can absolutely eat dead matter and is extremely hard to kill
[YouTube] John Cena "are you sure about that?" GREENSCREEN![]()
>knowledge check
Posey knows that it’s abnormal, and very dangerous
Inside the bag are the remnants of a medical kit, another empty canteen, a wrench, a map, and a lighter.
>plants can’t appropriate and crawl across dead matter
>this horrifying magical entity is definitely either a virus or a plant and behaves in every other way the way that plants and viruses do our world, rather than being magical or behaving like a fungus, which can absolutely eat dead matter and is extremely hard to kill
[YouTube] John Cena "are you sure about that?" GREENSCREEN
>knowledge check
Posey knows that it’s abnormal, and very dangerous
Inside the bag are the remnants of a medical kit, another empty canteen, a wrench, a map, and a lighter.
>>173651
>Arcana
The tree definitely grew through the bag, which means the tree is actually much younger than it appears. The tree has a greatly higher life-signature (life magic) than normal for a plant.
>Arcana
The tree definitely grew through the bag, which means the tree is actually much younger than it appears. The tree has a greatly higher life-signature (life magic) than normal for a plant.
>>173653
>It might kill me anyway
Well, I'll just have to wait and find out what it does then.
>Posey knows that it’s abnormal, and very dangerous
"Well, it's definitely not a rose... I think I like it though." Posey says (her experience with flowers comes mostly from imported bouquets)
"I wonder if Gloomy would like it...?"
>Inside the bag are the remnants of a medical kit, another empty canteen, a wrench, a map, and a lighter.
"No war wands, no scrolls, no summoning talismans, no wonder these scrubs died." Posey remarks
>The tree definitely grew through the bag, which means the tree is actually much younger than it appears. The tree has a greatly higher life-signature (life magic) than normal for a plant.
This makes Posey suspicious, thinking that there might be a mage ahoof.
She stops talking to herself and treads carefully.
She levitates the bag back to the tree, to make it look as if it fell from it.
She then proceeds to the islands, treading cautiously.
[Read more] >It might kill me anyway
Well, I'll just have to wait and find out what it does then.
>Posey knows that it’s abnormal, and very dangerous
"Well, it's definitely not a rose... I think I like it though." Posey says (her experience with flowers comes mostly from imported bouquets)
"I wonder if Gloomy would like it...?"
>Inside the bag are the remnants of a medical kit, another empty canteen, a wrench, a map, and a lighter.
"No war wands, no scrolls, no summoning talismans, no wonder these scrubs died." Posey remarks
>The tree definitely grew through the bag, which means the tree is actually much younger than it appears. The tree has a greatly higher life-signature (life magic) than normal for a plant.
This makes Posey suspicious, thinking that there might be a mage ahoof.
She stops talking to herself and treads carefully.
She levitates the bag back to the tree, to make it look as if it fell from it.
She then proceeds to the islands, treading cautiously.
>>173653
I’m going to add “trench shovel” to the backpack, which was actually tied to it and has since fallen off next to the tree.
I’m going to add “trench shovel” to the backpack, which was actually tied to it and has since fallen off next to the tree.
>>173656
Posey takes the shovel, as she might actually need that for her quest.
She proceeds to the island, looking for signs of tanks.
Posey takes the shovel, as she might actually need that for her quest.
She proceeds to the island, looking for signs of tanks.
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>>173658
>To get to the island, the water is surprisingly shallow, though still thick with algae. There is a canteen on the edge of the island.
Posey goes to the island and searches the area. She looks around to check if any tanks are visible from the island. She searches for any damaged trees or other signs of machinery or warfare. She picks up the canteen and shakes it for secret gold coin stashes, but also to follow the trail of artificial objects in order to find the greater battlefield.
If she sees nothing of note, she moves on in her search for tanks.
She almost monologues, but remembers that she's on alert for hostile mages. She silently reminisces her days savaging corpses and magic items from the Arcturian front (menial labor for the lowest-ranking, expendable thralls and ghouls), and thinks of how long and hard she's worked for the privilege of being stationed abroad in Equestria, as well as the price of failure...
Are any rolls necessary?
>To get to the island, the water is surprisingly shallow, though still thick with algae. There is a canteen on the edge of the island.
Posey goes to the island and searches the area. She looks around to check if any tanks are visible from the island. She searches for any damaged trees or other signs of machinery or warfare. She picks up the canteen and shakes it for secret gold coin stashes, but also to follow the trail of artificial objects in order to find the greater battlefield.
If she sees nothing of note, she moves on in her search for tanks.
She almost monologues, but remembers that she's on alert for hostile mages. She silently reminisces her days savaging corpses and magic items from the Arcturian front (menial labor for the lowest-ranking, expendable thralls and ghouls), and thinks of how long and hard she's worked for the privilege of being stationed abroad in Equestria, as well as the price of failure...
Are any rolls necessary?
Is GM still here for the night?
I might go to bed soon, if we're done here.
"The water is not too deep here. Surely a pack of drowners won't spring up from hidden sinkholes to ambush me..."
>>173606
She accepted the kiss gratefully, but when Silver tells her that he has to get up her purple eyes go big, and she makes a pouty face.
“Are you so sure?” She asks, still lying on her back.
She accepted the kiss gratefully, but when Silver tells her that he has to get up her purple eyes go big, and she makes a pouty face.
“Are you so sure?” She asks, still lying on her back.
>>173665
"Unfortunately yes. D'awwwww. You make it very much hard to say no to that face." He holds her claw with his hoof. "Makes me wish I had clone of myself you could spend time with, while I did things that were necessary to do. For instance, we have three colts that need sleeping arrangements settled, and breakfast is not going to make itself."
"Unfortunately yes. D'awwwww. You make it very much hard to say no to that face." He holds her claw with his hoof. "Makes me wish I had clone of myself you could spend time with, while I did things that were necessary to do. For instance, we have three colts that need sleeping arrangements settled, and breakfast is not going to make itself."
>>173667
She keeps up the pouty face for a moment, but then stops.
“Alright. Just-“ she smiles softly “come back to me, will you?”
She keeps up the pouty face for a moment, but then stops.
“Alright. Just-“ she smiles softly “come back to me, will you?”
Does Posey need to make any other rolls or checks to find the tanks?
>>173671
>Yes
What to roll?
>Does she take anything else?
She takes the map, the wrench, and the lighter (if it's still good).
She also takes two flowers, that she fixes to her mane.
>>173669
https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Conjuration_School
>Yes
What to roll?
>Does she take anything else?
She takes the map, the wrench, and the lighter (if it's still good).
She also takes two flowers, that she fixes to her mane.
>>173669
https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Conjuration_School
>>173613
>Nat 1 on a knowledge check
Posey’s favored theory is that the planet is actually round, rotating, and revolving around another celestial body. The princesses have no involvement and are fakes. Any appearance to the contrary is at best, mass illusion magic
>Nat 1 on a knowledge check
Posey’s favored theory is that the planet is actually round, rotating, and revolving around another celestial body. The princesses have no involvement and are fakes. Any appearance to the contrary is at best, mass illusion magic
"At least there's no lacedons or bog mummies in this swamp. Wouldn't want to run into those..."
>>173459
If Amber is being completely honest with herself, she never liked Diazela. The spoiled brat was paranoid, sometimes irrational, and prone to manic episodes. Her cousin here appears smarter, more diligent, more well read, more generally in control of himself, and most importantly of all, 15 years older - and yet he possesses many of the same undesirable tendencies.
Amber knows through many years of special insights that the prejudices the intuitions of the mind impose onto our perception of reality - rationality, non-contradiction, three dimensional space, morality, time, separation of consciousness - are not reflective of the thing in itself. She knows that the condition of the mind dismissed by the superstitious as "schizophrenia" is not a failure to comprehend reality - far from it - but merely a failure to conform to socially imposed misunderstandings. And yet for all of that, Amber will surely forgive herself if the Grandmaster's... shall we call them 'eccentricities'? - are more dangerous than she cares for.
Still, there is no doubt that the Grandmaster is a Griffin of taste and erudition. He too, is a fellow esotericist, even if he is less versed than Amber, especially Helder, or even Erich. His malign smile conveys that he is pleased with what Amber has shown him, but he knows she is holding back. And if he is a dangerous an paranoid griffin, well, all the more reason to please him.
[Read more] If Amber is being completely honest with herself, she never liked Diazela. The spoiled brat was paranoid, sometimes irrational, and prone to manic episodes. Her cousin here appears smarter, more diligent, more well read, more generally in control of himself, and most importantly of all, 15 years older - and yet he possesses many of the same undesirable tendencies.
Amber knows through many years of special insights that the prejudices the intuitions of the mind impose onto our perception of reality - rationality, non-contradiction, three dimensional space, morality, time, separation of consciousness - are not reflective of the thing in itself. She knows that the condition of the mind dismissed by the superstitious as "schizophrenia" is not a failure to comprehend reality - far from it - but merely a failure to conform to socially imposed misunderstandings. And yet for all of that, Amber will surely forgive herself if the Grandmaster's... shall we call them 'eccentricities'? - are more dangerous than she cares for.
Still, there is no doubt that the Grandmaster is a Griffin of taste and erudition. He too, is a fellow esotericist, even if he is less versed than Amber, especially Helder, or even Erich. His malign smile conveys that he is pleased with what Amber has shown him, but he knows she is holding back. And if he is a dangerous an paranoid griffin, well, all the more reason to please him.
>>173605
The mare moves out first, followed by Kira and Neela. She looks back with that toothy smile, and asks the creatures to follow her. They move several blocks past multiple street crossings, and notably only some streets are major through traffic streets, while some are lower traffic. Eventually they come to the unit. It's on the very edge of a block, with the right side of the unit next to another unit, but the left side simply forming the corner, bordering a major north-south running road, and the whole block is only a few blocks north of the river. Kira could probably discern that this unit is at the very edge of the area owned by this company, and at the edge of an area served by a school. It's less than a mile from the area of lower density across the river.
The unit itself is has a small space to park a vehicle, a little path leading up the house, two stories with two windows on the second floor, a big window on the first floor on the left with space for potted plants, and a door on the right. There is a stairway leading up the to door, and a small window by the ground which presumably serves a basement. There are windows on the side of the building, and the unit as a whole is covered with a dark brown brick facade. Kira can also see that behind the unit is a small area of yard or garden that is fenced off with wood, and a small path separates this unit from its mirror on the north side of the block.
[Read more] The mare moves out first, followed by Kira and Neela. She looks back with that toothy smile, and asks the creatures to follow her. They move several blocks past multiple street crossings, and notably only some streets are major through traffic streets, while some are lower traffic. Eventually they come to the unit. It's on the very edge of a block, with the right side of the unit next to another unit, but the left side simply forming the corner, bordering a major north-south running road, and the whole block is only a few blocks north of the river. Kira could probably discern that this unit is at the very edge of the area owned by this company, and at the edge of an area served by a school. It's less than a mile from the area of lower density across the river.
The unit itself is has a small space to park a vehicle, a little path leading up the house, two stories with two windows on the second floor, a big window on the first floor on the left with space for potted plants, and a door on the right. There is a stairway leading up the to door, and a small window by the ground which presumably serves a basement. There are windows on the side of the building, and the unit as a whole is covered with a dark brown brick facade. Kira can also see that behind the unit is a small area of yard or garden that is fenced off with wood, and a small path separates this unit from its mirror on the north side of the block.
>>173668
Silver smiles back, replying, "I could not do anything else." He gives her one more quick kiss before getting up and heading out of the room. First things first is a quick shower, Silver's not sure the other members of the household would appreciate him smelling so strongly of sex. Once that's done he cracks open the door to Khoi's room and peaks his head in to see how she's doing.
Silver smiles back, replying, "I could not do anything else." He gives her one more quick kiss before getting up and heading out of the room. First things first is a quick shower, Silver's not sure the other members of the household would appreciate him smelling so strongly of sex. Once that's done he cracks open the door to Khoi's room and peaks his head in to see how she's doing.
>>173685
"Wooooooow! It's certainly different from the huts in my village! Does the inside look as good as the outside?"
"Wooooooow! It's certainly different from the huts in my village! Does the inside look as good as the outside?"
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Does Posey see anything?
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Does Posey see anything?
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>>173692
I'm going to assume Posey doesn't find anything on the map, unless the DC was an easy 5 to notice the X that marks the spot and/or something else obvious like a marker for the battlefield.
Posey rolls up the map to inspect again later, since having a map of the area in any circumstance is useful, since Posey is unfamiliar with the geography.
(Internal monologue)
"Tanks... Now that I think of it, I'm not sure what they really look like. I think it was supposed to look something like Mason's combustion carriage, with an oversized musket mounted on it, only armor plated. I don't know what use the Society of Bones would have for such a weapon, unless they're doubling down on the skeleton siege engineers. Perhaps it's a toy for the Coven's thralls; they do handle a lot of the techy stuff these days, with all their fancy metal gadgets and gizmos. Or maybe, perhaps they wanted better vessels for haunt-shifting? A haunted armored vehicle would certainly be a formidable asset if it carries sufficient artillery or transports minions... Yes, yes, that would be a viable substitute if dragon cadavers are in short supply. I wonder if they're cheaper than golems though." Posey thinks to herself, trying to oversell the strategic importance of her actions
[Read more] I'm going to assume Posey doesn't find anything on the map, unless the DC was an easy 5 to notice the X that marks the spot and/or something else obvious like a marker for the battlefield.
Posey rolls up the map to inspect again later, since having a map of the area in any circumstance is useful, since Posey is unfamiliar with the geography.
(Internal monologue)
"Tanks... Now that I think of it, I'm not sure what they really look like. I think it was supposed to look something like Mason's combustion carriage, with an oversized musket mounted on it, only armor plated. I don't know what use the Society of Bones would have for such a weapon, unless they're doubling down on the skeleton siege engineers. Perhaps it's a toy for the Coven's thralls; they do handle a lot of the techy stuff these days, with all their fancy metal gadgets and gizmos. Or maybe, perhaps they wanted better vessels for haunt-shifting? A haunted armored vehicle would certainly be a formidable asset if it carries sufficient artillery or transports minions... Yes, yes, that would be a viable substitute if dragon cadavers are in short supply. I wonder if they're cheaper than golems though." Posey thinks to herself, trying to oversell the strategic importance of her actions
>>173688
As Kira slithers along, the mare looks back at her frequently. She doesn’t seem to trust Kira to cross a street correctly, giving her instructions to “wait” or “go quickly.” She calls out to a frightened (seemingly frightened) mare and foal who was further down the sidewalk, saying it was “okay.” When the three get to the unit, the mare unlocks the door and goes through first, but has no intention of standing in the way of Kira. Concrete steps lead up to the door, which is opened with a traditional key. There’s a tiny space for gardening in front of the main bay window.
Going inside, Kira can see the layout of the unit. The floor is wooden. In front of Kira, and dominating the right side of the unit, is a wooden stairway going up. To the left is what must be intended to be a living room, with bay windows, and ending in a wall covered in pinkish wallpaper with yellow stripes. The left wall also has a couple smaller windows, and the bay window in the front gives a little extra space. In the wall to the right is a doorway - though it should be known that there is another door, underneath and behind the staircase. Going through the door that is along the far wall, on the other side is a kitchen with a linoleum floor, counters with cabinets above on the wall adjacent to the living room, a window with a sink below, as well as a row counter along the left wall with a stove and oven next to the sink, and then a counter that separates the kitchen from the final room. This final room is open with the kitchen and is like the living room but smaller, presumably a dining room. Behind this is a door that leads outside the a small enclosed area with a small concrete patio, a little rock path leading to a door, and to either side some grass and dirt that can be used as green space or for gardening. Next to the dining room on the right wall is a white door leading into a bathroom, which is small and only has a toilet and sink. Next to the kitchen on the same wall is a small room intended as a pantry.
Going up the stairs, the hall leads left to a door to a large room with big windows in the back. This must be the master bedroom. The floors on the upper level are carpet. This room has a closet, and opens to a bathroom with a bathtub, shower, sink and toilet, and which opens to the hallway, the bedroom, but also to a bedroom on the side bearer the street, which is a second, smaller bedroom with a small closet, and windows on the side and the street side. Of course the doors in the bathroom lock.
Going back downstairs, through that little door in the living room that goes under the stairs, there is more stairs going down. This leads into a little room that has a wooden floor and some natural sunlight from a pair of windows at street level. This room is maybe the size of the living room. Behind this is a wall with a door, and going through this, is a more traditional , small basement space with a water heater, a heating stove, and a washer and dryer.
>>173693
It was never a tank…
[Read more] As Kira slithers along, the mare looks back at her frequently. She doesn’t seem to trust Kira to cross a street correctly, giving her instructions to “wait” or “go quickly.” She calls out to a frightened (seemingly frightened) mare and foal who was further down the sidewalk, saying it was “okay.” When the three get to the unit, the mare unlocks the door and goes through first, but has no intention of standing in the way of Kira. Concrete steps lead up to the door, which is opened with a traditional key. There’s a tiny space for gardening in front of the main bay window.
Going inside, Kira can see the layout of the unit. The floor is wooden. In front of Kira, and dominating the right side of the unit, is a wooden stairway going up. To the left is what must be intended to be a living room, with bay windows, and ending in a wall covered in pinkish wallpaper with yellow stripes. The left wall also has a couple smaller windows, and the bay window in the front gives a little extra space. In the wall to the right is a doorway - though it should be known that there is another door, underneath and behind the staircase. Going through the door that is along the far wall, on the other side is a kitchen with a linoleum floor, counters with cabinets above on the wall adjacent to the living room, a window with a sink below, as well as a row counter along the left wall with a stove and oven next to the sink, and then a counter that separates the kitchen from the final room. This final room is open with the kitchen and is like the living room but smaller, presumably a dining room. Behind this is a door that leads outside the a small enclosed area with a small concrete patio, a little rock path leading to a door, and to either side some grass and dirt that can be used as green space or for gardening. Next to the dining room on the right wall is a white door leading into a bathroom, which is small and only has a toilet and sink. Next to the kitchen on the same wall is a small room intended as a pantry.
Going up the stairs, the hall leads left to a door to a large room with big windows in the back. This must be the master bedroom. The floors on the upper level are carpet. This room has a closet, and opens to a bathroom with a bathtub, shower, sink and toilet, and which opens to the hallway, the bedroom, but also to a bedroom on the side bearer the street, which is a second, smaller bedroom with a small closet, and windows on the side and the street side. Of course the doors in the bathroom lock.
Going back downstairs, through that little door in the living room that goes under the stairs, there is more stairs going down. This leads into a little room that has a wooden floor and some natural sunlight from a pair of windows at street level. This room is maybe the size of the living room. Behind this is a wall with a door, and going through this, is a more traditional , small basement space with a water heater, a heating stove, and a washer and dryer.
>>173693
It was never a tank…
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>>173694
>It was never a tank
I might actually be retarded...
Let me backread
>It's a metal tube used on a towed artillery piece.
>a dual action shock absorber from a New Mareland 25 pounder
Idk where tanks entered my head...
>It was never a tank
I might actually be retarded...
Let me backread
>It's a metal tube used on a towed artillery piece.
>a dual action shock absorber from a New Mareland 25 pounder
Idk where tanks entered my head...
>>173694
The wide eyed Kira makes it quickly obvious that this is the first time she'd been inside such a modern dwelling. She "ooo"s and "ahhh"s at nearly everything she sees. The toilets are especially interesting to her, and she has to be pulled away from the first one she sees as she can't help but flush it over and over again. In the master bedroom, she coils up in the middle of the carpeted floor, wriggling her body to get comfy before exclaiming, "Oh yeah, this will work." She still goes down into the basement, to say that she's checked out the whole house.
Spot: During their tour of the townhome, Kira covertly checks for signs of preexisting damage that she'll need to make a note of, if she doesn't want it to count against her deposit.
[1d20+8 = (17+8) = 25]
The wide eyed Kira makes it quickly obvious that this is the first time she'd been inside such a modern dwelling. She "ooo"s and "ahhh"s at nearly everything she sees. The toilets are especially interesting to her, and she has to be pulled away from the first one she sees as she can't help but flush it over and over again. In the master bedroom, she coils up in the middle of the carpeted floor, wriggling her body to get comfy before exclaiming, "Oh yeah, this will work." She still goes down into the basement, to say that she's checked out the whole house.
Spot: During their tour of the townhome, Kira covertly checks for signs of preexisting damage that she'll need to make a note of, if she doesn't want it to count against her deposit.
[1d20+8 = (17+8) = 25]
>>173698
>>173699
If you're wanting Posey to be simultaneously attacked by land, air, and sea, that will likely have to wait until I have more time consistently at my laptop.
However, Posey can discern the following:
She seems to have made the right choice in moving to the islands. There are more of the round little pools, and more trees that have been twisted, mangled, and entirely split in two. The land becomes drier and firmer if she moves to her left, which is to say, the same direction she was going before she crossed the water. The map shows lines of movement as well as higher areas, and also a couple marked locations and paths. However, unfortunately it doesn't portray the inundated areas. Posey can quickly discern that which areas are flooded and which are not varies with the rain - just wait a week of no rainfall, and much of what is currently under water will not be.
>>173696
The toilet downstairs is a little small, and Kira is told explicitly that the toilets in the house are not designed for her massive size, and may break if she puts too much of her weight on it - not that she could fit entirely on top of a toilet anyways. The one upstairs is larger and has better flow. However, both take a little time to refill the upper bowl, and annoyingly the one downstairs sometimes requires a jiggle of the handle to get it to fill properly. Kira is told that the bathtub most likely will not fit her entire body, although she's not sure. Kira is warned to not block drainage on the bathtub and shower, lest it spill over and flood. The carpets upstairs are definitely refreshing after so much concrete and wood. The concrete outside is much less pleasant to slither over than grass, and the stairs, while no impediment to Kira, are not made for her. But the carpet? She can get used to it. The basement has the decided advantage of being mostly underground, and is likely closest to a snake den of any pony-made location she's been in thus far.
While examining the walls and floors, Kira comes to a conclusion - this house has been at least renovated, and very likely entirely rebuilt. She can see from the adjacent homes and the brick outside that at least the base of the house is decades old, but everything inside above the basement is fresh. Fresh paint, fresh carpet... She is likely the first tenant to slither these floors. Well, obviously she is the first to slither them, but no one else has walked them. With all of that said, there seems to be a leak or sign of water damage in the basement in the back portion, and potentially some issue with the water heater.
[Read more] >>173699
If you're wanting Posey to be simultaneously attacked by land, air, and sea, that will likely have to wait until I have more time consistently at my laptop.
However, Posey can discern the following:
She seems to have made the right choice in moving to the islands. There are more of the round little pools, and more trees that have been twisted, mangled, and entirely split in two. The land becomes drier and firmer if she moves to her left, which is to say, the same direction she was going before she crossed the water. The map shows lines of movement as well as higher areas, and also a couple marked locations and paths. However, unfortunately it doesn't portray the inundated areas. Posey can quickly discern that which areas are flooded and which are not varies with the rain - just wait a week of no rainfall, and much of what is currently under water will not be.
>>173696
The toilet downstairs is a little small, and Kira is told explicitly that the toilets in the house are not designed for her massive size, and may break if she puts too much of her weight on it - not that she could fit entirely on top of a toilet anyways. The one upstairs is larger and has better flow. However, both take a little time to refill the upper bowl, and annoyingly the one downstairs sometimes requires a jiggle of the handle to get it to fill properly. Kira is told that the bathtub most likely will not fit her entire body, although she's not sure. Kira is warned to not block drainage on the bathtub and shower, lest it spill over and flood. The carpets upstairs are definitely refreshing after so much concrete and wood. The concrete outside is much less pleasant to slither over than grass, and the stairs, while no impediment to Kira, are not made for her. But the carpet? She can get used to it. The basement has the decided advantage of being mostly underground, and is likely closest to a snake den of any pony-made location she's been in thus far.
While examining the walls and floors, Kira comes to a conclusion - this house has been at least renovated, and very likely entirely rebuilt. She can see from the adjacent homes and the brick outside that at least the base of the house is decades old, but everything inside above the basement is fresh. Fresh paint, fresh carpet... She is likely the first tenant to slither these floors. Well, obviously she is the first to slither them, but no one else has walked them. With all of that said, there seems to be a leak or sign of water damage in the basement in the back portion, and potentially some issue with the water heater.
>>173700
>Posey can quickly discern that which areas are flooded and which are not varies with the rain - just wait a week of no rainfall, and much of what is currently under water will not be.
It might be smarter to come back then, perhaps...
I wonder what precipitation plans the local pegasi have for next week. I guess Posey could check their bulletin.
>Posey can quickly discern that which areas are flooded and which are not varies with the rain - just wait a week of no rainfall, and much of what is currently under water will not be.
It might be smarter to come back then, perhaps...
I wonder what precipitation plans the local pegasi have for next week. I guess Posey could check their bulletin.
>>173700
The basement *is* rather den like, but if the basement floor is concrete like outside then it would be rather uncomfortable to live in and sleep on. The dens she's familiar with have dirt floors with nice soft rugs of fur or cloth to sleep on, so maybe if the basement were to have a covering of dirt...ah, but that would be a lot of work, and the carpet in the bedroom is already a fine place to sleep. She points out the issue with the water heater to the mare, as it could lead to greater problems down the line, and to make sure they know that it's not because of her or Neela.
The basement *is* rather den like, but if the basement floor is concrete like outside then it would be rather uncomfortable to live in and sleep on. The dens she's familiar with have dirt floors with nice soft rugs of fur or cloth to sleep on, so maybe if the basement were to have a covering of dirt...ah, but that would be a lot of work, and the carpet in the bedroom is already a fine place to sleep. She points out the issue with the water heater to the mare, as it could lead to greater problems down the line, and to make sure they know that it's not because of her or Neela.
>>173702
The mare takes notes about the water heater. The basement floor is wooden, actually, like the dinning room and living room above. The mare notes that a rug can be placed over the floor to make it more comfortable.
>>173701
Posey can gather that the devices these canisters are attached to are very large and will stick through all but a true lake or river.
The mare takes notes about the water heater. The basement floor is wooden, actually, like the dinning room and living room above. The mare notes that a rug can be placed over the floor to make it more comfortable.
>>173701
Posey can gather that the devices these canisters are attached to are very large and will stick through all but a true lake or river.
>>173703
Hmm, perhaps. Again, seems like more work than it's work if there's a nice carpeted bedroom upstairs, but she'll keep that option in mind. Kira looks to Neela.
"So, what do you think?"
Hmm, perhaps. Again, seems like more work than it's work if there's a nice carpeted bedroom upstairs, but she'll keep that option in mind. Kira looks to Neela.
"So, what do you think?"
>>173704
Neela looks around
“It’s big… very big. And so new. Not much furniture though. Can you really afford this?”
Neela looks around
“It’s big… very big. And so new. Not much furniture though. Can you really afford this?”
>>173703
>the devices these canisters are attached to are very large and will stick through all but a true lake or river.
Then she'll continue her search now.
>the devices these canisters are attached to are very large and will stick through all but a true lake or river.
Then she'll continue her search now.
>>173705
Kira nods vigorously, and she flicks her tongue.
"Definitely, it's just a matter of if you want it."
Kira nods vigorously, and she flicks her tongue.
"Definitely, it's just a matter of if you want it."
>>173707
She tells the mare they want to speak in private, and then moves to an area where they can speak together.
Sense motive on the Nagini
“What is your plan living here? Us together for a while? How long do you intend for me to be here?”
[1d20+6 = (12+6) = 18]
She tells the mare they want to speak in private, and then moves to an area where they can speak together.
Sense motive on the Nagini
“What is your plan living here? Us together for a while? How long do you intend for me to be here?”
[1d20+6 = (12+6) = 18]
>>173708
Kira flicks her tongue again.
"My plan? It's just to make sure you're happy and comfortable for as long you want to stay here with me.
Like it or not, you're stuck with me, and even if the alternatives weren't very pleasant at all, I'd still like to make this a pleasant experience for you. That is why you chose to be with me, right?"
Kira speaks the true true, for what it's worth.
Kira flicks her tongue again.
"My plan? It's just to make sure you're happy and comfortable for as long you want to stay here with me.
Like it or not, you're stuck with me, and even if the alternatives weren't very pleasant at all, I'd still like to make this a pleasant experience for you. That is why you chose to be with me, right?"
Kira speaks the true true, for what it's worth.
>>173700
>There are more of the round little pools, and more trees that have been twisted, mangled, and entirely split in two.
If this was from artillery, the damaged trees should form a line, possibly leading to the point from which the rounds were fired.
Posey follows the line of damaged trees, following in the direction of the higher/highest ground, since she assumes that artillerists would have preferred to fire from such a location (presumably both for height advantage and to avoid the water compromising their equipment).
>There are more of the round little pools, and more trees that have been twisted, mangled, and entirely split in two.
If this was from artillery, the damaged trees should form a line, possibly leading to the point from which the rounds were fired.
Posey follows the line of damaged trees, following in the direction of the higher/highest ground, since she assumes that artillerists would have preferred to fire from such a location (presumably both for height advantage and to avoid the water compromising their equipment).
>>173712
It's certainly not very often Kira is faced with the dreaded "deer stare". She blinks, and flicks her tongue again.
"Alright as in 'you accept the answer'? You want the townhouse? What do you mean?"
It's certainly not very often Kira is faced with the dreaded "deer stare". She blinks, and flicks her tongue again.
"Alright as in 'you accept the answer'? You want the townhouse? What do you mean?"
>>173713
“Yes.” She answers, momentarily looking up to Kira, then away. “It’s a very nice place.” It’s difficult to shake the feeling that Neela is just a variation of the antelope Kira would hunt back home.
“Yes.” She answers, momentarily looking up to Kira, then away. “It’s a very nice place.” It’s difficult to shake the feeling that Neela is just a variation of the antelope Kira would hunt back home.
>>173714
It's okay, Kira, chase away the tasty thoughts. Neela is a friend, not food...delicious, delicious food...
stomach rumbles
Kira blushes, and also looks away, hoping that it will help with the tummy rumblies.
"Okay, let's go back to the mare and get this deal finalized. Then we can see about getting us food and furniture."
It's okay, Kira, chase away the tasty thoughts. Neela is a friend, not food...delicious, delicious food...
stomach rumbles
Kira blushes, and also looks away, hoping that it will help with the tummy rumblies.
"Okay, let's go back to the mare and get this deal finalized. Then we can see about getting us food and furniture."
>>173715
Not looking at Neela certainly helps, as she has the unfortunate quality of being food-shaped, rather than friend-shaped.
“Yes” Neela says. “This is a much better area. Far away from where police and customs pry.
Not looking at Neela certainly helps, as she has the unfortunate quality of being food-shaped, rather than friend-shaped.
“Yes” Neela says. “This is a much better area. Far away from where police and customs pry.
>>173718
“Excellent!” The mare jumps up in place, landing with her hooves slightly spread apart.
“Just one more document to sign… also another 100 bits for the washing machine rental, an upfront payment on utilities, and the city tax… actually there is going to be taxes later, but that’s what’s required at the time of purchase….”
“Excellent!” The mare jumps up in place, landing with her hooves slightly spread apart.
“Just one more document to sign… also another 100 bits for the washing machine rental, an upfront payment on utilities, and the city tax… actually there is going to be taxes later, but that’s what’s required at the time of purchase….”
>>173720
“1100 bits in total.” She answers.
Neela moves to where she must think she’s not seen.. then closes her eyes, flips her ears back, goes “hehehehe” and prances along the floor, jumping up and down in springing step that are not so loud on the carpet floor, and turning when she nears the wall. It would be more pleasant to watch if it weren’t unnervingly similar to a slower version of the gait of a springbok antelope.
“1100 bits in total.” She answers.
Neela moves to where she must think she’s not seen.. then closes her eyes, flips her ears back, goes “hehehehe” and prances along the floor, jumping up and down in springing step that are not so loud on the carpet floor, and turning when she nears the wall. It would be more pleasant to watch if it weren’t unnervingly similar to a slower version of the gait of a springbok antelope.
>>173722
Even through her hunger, Kira can appreciate how happy Neela is. She has no concerns about spending this kind of money if this is the result.
"Alright, let's finish this up!"
Even through her hunger, Kira can appreciate how happy Neela is. She has no concerns about spending this kind of money if this is the result.
"Alright, let's finish this up!"
>>173723
Neela prances around, coming to a stop next to Kira, hopping all at once into place with all four of her legs. She smiles, and wags her tail.
The mare says, “Okay… sign this. 100 bits and… it’s yours!”
Neela prances around, coming to a stop next to Kira, hopping all at once into place with all four of her legs. She smiles, and wags her tail.
The mare says, “Okay… sign this. 100 bits and… it’s yours!”
>>173724
Kira signs the document, hoofs over another 100 Bits, and...hopefully, it's hers! And Neela's too. Now all Kira needs is the key.
Kira signs the document, hoofs over another 100 Bits, and...hopefully, it's hers! And Neela's too. Now all Kira needs is the key.
>>173725
With blue telekinesis magic, the mare hoofs over the key.
"We can make a second copy, if needed. You know where the office is. Rent period is through the 26th, and is due on that day." She looks into Kira's eyes with her own round, blue eyes. "Enjoy your time in Baltimare!"
With blue telekinesis magic, the mare hoofs over the key.
"We can make a second copy, if needed. You know where the office is. Rent period is through the 26th, and is due on that day." She looks into Kira's eyes with her own round, blue eyes. "Enjoy your time in Baltimare!"
>>173726
"Thank you very much!" she replies with a bright smile as she takes the key. She gets another chance to ponder on how similar pony eyes are to lamia eyes. "A second copy would be appreciated, yes. After all, two residents within the same household and all that."
"Thank you very much!" she replies with a bright smile as she takes the key. She gets another chance to ponder on how similar pony eyes are to lamia eyes. "A second copy would be appreciated, yes. After all, two residents within the same household and all that."
>>173727
She has round pupils, more like a prey animal than a lamia, although she’s otherwise fairly similar.
“We’ll make one, and you can pick it up in the office. But for the moment, there is only one key.” She says. If there is no other business, the mare leaves, and Kira is left alone with Neela
She has round pupils, more like a prey animal than a lamia, although she’s otherwise fairly similar.
“We’ll make one, and you can pick it up in the office. But for the moment, there is only one key.” She says. If there is no other business, the mare leaves, and Kira is left alone with Neela
>>173728
Definitely a friend-shaped creature if she's ever seen one. As there's no other business to attend to, she lets the friend-shaped mare leave. She looks to Neela, smiling.
"So, it's done! I bet you're excited. Ready to get something to eat before we furnish our new home?"
Definitely a friend-shaped creature if she's ever seen one. As there's no other business to attend to, she lets the friend-shaped mare leave. She looks to Neela, smiling.
"So, it's done! I bet you're excited. Ready to get something to eat before we furnish our new home?"
>>173729
Neela uses her mouth to attempt to drag up the large bag of clothing up the stairs. She looks up to Kira when she says this, pauses, and says “… Sure…” as her ears go down, then back up again
Neela uses her mouth to attempt to drag up the large bag of clothing up the stairs. She looks up to Kira when she says this, pauses, and says “… Sure…” as her ears go down, then back up again
>>173730
"Oh, right! Let me help you with your stuff!"
Neela gets a reminder of how useful it is to have a strong lamia with her, as Kira helps with bringing her belongings upstairs.
"Oh, right! Let me help you with your stuff!"
Neela gets a reminder of how useful it is to have a strong lamia with her, as Kira helps with bringing her belongings upstairs.
>>173731
She appears to appreciate it, even if she does not say “thank you.” Neela gets to work placing her stuff around the second bedroom, laying a blanket on the floor and putting items in the closet.
She appears to appreciate it, even if she does not say “thank you.” Neela gets to work placing her stuff around the second bedroom, laying a blanket on the floor and putting items in the closet.
>>173732
Kira observes as Neela gets to work getting everything just how she wants it, you know, before they go out for furniture. A question pops into her mind as she watches.
"Hey...I don't know if it'd be too soon, but...would you want to go see your friends in jail, before they get deported? I'm not sure if I could do anything to get them out of jail, but you said you were close and I thought you might want to say goodbye."
Kira observes as Neela gets to work getting everything just how she wants it, you know, before they go out for furniture. A question pops into her mind as she watches.
"Hey...I don't know if it'd be too soon, but...would you want to go see your friends in jail, before they get deported? I'm not sure if I could do anything to get them out of jail, but you said you were close and I thought you might want to say goodbye."
>>173733
As she’s placing some item into a closet, standing up on her hind legs with her forelegs on a shelf, Neela looks over to Kira with ears perked up.
“I may… I’m a bit afraid though that if they see I am not in jail, someone may say something about me to try to get themselves out of trouble.”
As she’s placing some item into a closet, standing up on her hind legs with her forelegs on a shelf, Neela looks over to Kira with ears perked up.
“I may… I’m a bit afraid though that if they see I am not in jail, someone may say something about me to try to get themselves out of trouble.”
>>173734
"Do you not trust them? As long as you're with me and we have these papers, you should be fine. You're not breaking any laws or being here illegally as long as I'm around."
"Do you not trust them? As long as you're with me and we have these papers, you should be fine. You're not breaking any laws or being here illegally as long as I'm around."
>>173735
She jumps down so that she’s on all fours, and faces Kira, before breaking eye contact and looking down and away.
“Well… all it takes is one, and it may not be the one I speak to. I don’t know.” She looks back up towards Kira momentarily, then back down again. “I mean with the police. Not with customs. They could still arrest me, or try to.”
She jumps down so that she’s on all fours, and faces Kira, before breaking eye contact and looking down and away.
“Well… all it takes is one, and it may not be the one I speak to. I don’t know.” She looks back up towards Kira momentarily, then back down again. “I mean with the police. Not with customs. They could still arrest me, or try to.”
>>173736
Kira tilts her head at the deer.
"What do you mean? Wouldn't they get in trouble if they tried? We have papers."
Kira tilts her head at the deer.
"What do you mean? Wouldn't they get in trouble if they tried? We have papers."
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>>173740
Posey is out of spell slots, but is still down to fight so long as it's not a second hydra underwater; she'd have to flee from that.
Posey is out of spell slots, but is still down to fight so long as it's not a second hydra underwater; she'd have to flee from that.
>>173743
Kira nods.
"That's fair. Maybe some other time. Anyways, about going to go get something to eat...are you still feeling up to it?"
Kira nods.
"That's fair. Maybe some other time. Anyways, about going to go get something to eat...are you still feeling up to it?"
>>173744
She moves a little back, raises her left foreleg, widens her eyes. and both ears stand up. But then she eases forward, and the eyes relax.
“Yes.” Her ears wriggle. “I haven’t had decent food since… well it’s been several days now. I don’t care for the food in jail and customs did not feed me at all.”
She moves a little back, raises her left foreleg, widens her eyes. and both ears stand up. But then she eases forward, and the eyes relax.
“Yes.” Her ears wriggle. “I haven’t had decent food since… well it’s been several days now. I don’t care for the food in jail and customs did not feed me at all.”
>>173745
Kira imagines her initial fear was that she was going to be the something to eat, but thankfully she has enough willpower to avoid that situation. "Wow, you must be starving! Come on, you can show me your favorite places to eat, or maybe we can go to someplace you've always wanted to go. Then after we can get some furniture for the house and food to put in the kitchen."
Kira imagines her initial fear was that she was going to be the something to eat, but thankfully she has enough willpower to avoid that situation. "Wow, you must be starving! Come on, you can show me your favorite places to eat, or maybe we can go to someplace you've always wanted to go. Then after we can get some furniture for the house and food to put in the kitchen."
>>173746
“I don’t know this area… I would be fine with a food stand though.”
Neela does, however, move towards the door, ready to leave.
“I don’t know this area… I would be fine with a food stand though.”
Neela does, however, move towards the door, ready to leave.
>>173747
Kira does as well, letting Neela take the lead. Even if she doesn't know this art all that well, she still probably knows more about it than Kira, and she's a prey animal so she knows the kinds of food prey animals eat.
"I wonder when our new neighbors will say hello..."
Kira does as well, letting Neela take the lead. Even if she doesn't know this art all that well, she still probably knows more about it than Kira, and she's a prey animal so she knows the kinds of food prey animals eat.
"I wonder when our new neighbors will say hello..."
If Posey would like to roll search, spot, and listen…
>>173748
Alright, roll luck
Search [1d20+6 = (3+6) = 9]
>>173748
Alright, roll luck
Search [1d20+6 = (3+6) = 9]
>>173751
Search: Despite some, ahem, bad luck...perhaps a second pair of keen lamia eyes will help with the search for a place to eat.
[1d20+5 = (4+5) = 9]
Search: Despite some, ahem, bad luck...perhaps a second pair of keen lamia eyes will help with the search for a place to eat.
[1d20+5 = (4+5) = 9]
>>173749
>>173750
The area is mostly residential. Neela finds a restaurant in a corner of one row next to the major avenue… and the owner rather rudely did not allow either creature in. Neela curses him, then they move along. There’s another restaraunt that is “””closed”””
>>173752
Kira does not see any juicy prey around. Unless you’re counting ponies or that one dog. Or Neela. Oh, you mean the things they eat. Well,.. there’s some flowers… She probably saw a tomato plant in a planter on a window.
>>173750
The area is mostly residential. Neela finds a restaurant in a corner of one row next to the major avenue… and the owner rather rudely did not allow either creature in. Neela curses him, then they move along. There’s another restaraunt that is “””closed”””
>>173752
Kira does not see any juicy prey around. Unless you’re counting ponies or that one dog. Or Neela. Oh, you mean the things they eat. Well,.. there’s some flowers… She probably saw a tomato plant in a planter on a window.
>>173754
She smiles, looks back to Kira, and giggles.
“Heh heh, you don’t know? Well, we eat bread, sandwiches, hay, potatoes, ice cream, middles, dumplings, soup, and things like that.”
She smiles, looks back to Kira, and giggles.
“Heh heh, you don’t know? Well, we eat bread, sandwiches, hay, potatoes, ice cream, middles, dumplings, soup, and things like that.”
>>173755
>>173756
Kira blushes, and rubs the back of her own head with a hoof.
"Well I haven't really paid much attention to what other creatures eat, all I know are the animals out in the savanna eating grasses and stuff. Oh, I know about bananas! That's how I arrived here, on a ship full of bananas."
>>173756
Kira blushes, and rubs the back of her own head with a hoof.
"Well I haven't really paid much attention to what other creatures eat, all I know are the animals out in the savanna eating grasses and stuff. Oh, I know about bananas! That's how I arrived here, on a ship full of bananas."
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