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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>>173982
>We cannot leave yet
>Monarchist magic
I'm going to just roll religion to see wtf this means.
[1d20+9 = (17+9) = 26]
>We cannot leave yet
>Monarchist magic
I'm going to just roll religion to see wtf this means.
[1d20+9 = (17+9) = 26]
>>173982
"Heh, probably not, but I actually did sort of like those. No, I'd probably find a farm and buy a goat from them, or I'd go hunting. It's be a lot easier if I had access to opium, but I can make do."
"Heh, probably not, but I actually did sort of like those. No, I'd probably find a farm and buy a goat from them, or I'd go hunting. It's be a lot easier if I had access to opium, but I can make do."
>>173986
They are also tied to objects, like Carried Pack, and Posey does not have these objects. One of them does not understand why this is, and blames the Monarchists. Another refuses to accept this is so, but understands he needs the object to move.
>>173987
“Ah, okay.” This answers Neela, until it doesn’t. Her ears perk up.
“Opium?!”
They are also tied to objects, like Carried Pack, and Posey does not have these objects. One of them does not understand why this is, and blames the Monarchists. Another refuses to accept this is so, but understands he needs the object to move.
>>173987
“Ah, okay.” This answers Neela, until it doesn’t. Her ears perk up.
“Opium?!”
>>173982
D'awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. It's enough to melt Silver's heart.
"You ready to come inside? I am going to make pancakes for breakfast."
D'awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. It's enough to melt Silver's heart.
"You ready to come inside? I am going to make pancakes for breakfast."
>>173988
Posey requests for each of the ghosts to recall any objects that might have been close to them.
Posey requests for each of the ghosts to recall any objects that might have been close to them.
>>173988
"Yes, opium. We made an oil we'd coat the tips of our arrows with. If we didn't bring the creature down with the first shot, they would eventually fall either unconscious or be rendered unable to flee. We're not really built for long-distance pursuits. It also makes you feel all funny and fuzzy for a short time after.
"Yes, opium. We made an oil we'd coat the tips of our arrows with. If we didn't bring the creature down with the first shot, they would eventually fall either unconscious or be rendered unable to flee. We're not really built for long-distance pursuits. It also makes you feel all funny and fuzzy for a short time after.
>>173994
Kira follows, mostly because Neela knows the city better than she does.
"So...are we stopping at the house first and then going to go get furniture?"
Kira follows, mostly because Neela knows the city better than she does.
"So...are we stopping at the house first and then going to go get furniture?"
>>173997
"Alright, I just want to make sure."
Kira hums a tune to herself as they stroll/slither along the sidewalks.
"Alright, I just want to make sure."
Kira hums a tune to herself as they stroll/slither along the sidewalks.
>>173997
Oh my
"Huh, I guess Khoi is not yet ready to come down." Silver looks down to White Orchid. "Want to help me make pancakes?"
Oh my
"Huh, I guess Khoi is not yet ready to come down." Silver looks down to White Orchid. "Want to help me make pancakes?"
>>174000
Kira smiles brightly, and before the mother gets a chance to pull the foal away, she answers.
"I'm a lamia! I'm from far away, across the ocean in Zebrica!"
Kira smiles brightly, and before the mother gets a chance to pull the foal away, she answers.
"I'm a lamia! I'm from far away, across the ocean in Zebrica!"
>>173994
Posey collects the items, and asks the ghosts their home addresses to write down later.
Then she goes on her way down the road.
Posey collects the items, and asks the ghosts their home addresses to write down later.
Then she goes on her way down the road.
>>174002
Silver peaks out into the living room to see what's going on, while already knowing full well what has her so distracted.
Silver peaks out into the living room to see what's going on, while already knowing full well what has her so distracted.
>>174005
It's exactly what it seems like.
>>174004
The paying cards are in the tall grass, being a bit worn down, at least on the outside, by weathering.
The scapple is in the bag in the crater, in fairly good condition.
The locket is damaged by fire, underneath and next to the burned out truck.
>>174003
The little pony waves back, but is moved away
Kira surely arrives back soon
It's exactly what it seems like.
>>174004
The paying cards are in the tall grass, being a bit worn down, at least on the outside, by weathering.
The scapple is in the bag in the crater, in fairly good condition.
The locket is damaged by fire, underneath and next to the burned out truck.
>>174003
The little pony waves back, but is moved away
Kira surely arrives back soon
>>174006
He calls out to Khoi, regardless if the noise will wake up the sleeping beauty or not.
"Hey, in here! We are getting ready to make pancakes!"
He calls out to Khoi, regardless if the noise will wake up the sleeping beauty or not.
"Hey, in here! We are getting ready to make pancakes!"
>>174006
She does wave back to the little colt before they get too far apart. It gives Kira hope, that foals apparently have less fear than their parents and might learn one day that ponies and lamias can be friends.
When they arrive home, Kira takes a moment to look around at the inside of their rowhouse, commenting, "This is the first time I'm living somewhere different from my mother, you know?"
She does wave back to the little colt before they get too far apart. It gives Kira hope, that foals apparently have less fear than their parents and might learn one day that ponies and lamias can be friends.
When they arrive home, Kira takes a moment to look around at the inside of their rowhouse, commenting, "This is the first time I'm living somewhere different from my mother, you know?"
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>>174007
"Huh?' Khoi raises her head, and then looks to Silver. She then walks towards him, into the kitchen with he and White Orchid.
>>174008
Neela places the food down on the counter, and looks around, taking note of what they don't have.
She does reply to Kira
"Really? You mean this is your first time to live away from family?"
"Huh?' Khoi raises her head, and then looks to Silver. She then walks towards him, into the kitchen with he and White Orchid.
>>174008
Neela places the food down on the counter, and looks around, taking note of what they don't have.
She does reply to Kira
"Really? You mean this is your first time to live away from family?"
>>174030
Silver gets the stool for White Orchid, then gives them a list of ingredients to gather from the kitchen: flour, baking powder, sugar, salt, milk, butter, and eggs. He also asks them to check for anything they wish added into the pancakes, like chocolate or berries.
Silver gets the stool for White Orchid, then gives them a list of ingredients to gather from the kitchen: flour, baking powder, sugar, salt, milk, butter, and eggs. He also asks them to check for anything they wish added into the pancakes, like chocolate or berries.
>>174030
"Oh yeah. I've camped out on my own in the savanna, of course, but to actually, properly live without my mother...no, never before."
"Oh yeah. I've camped out on my own in the savanna, of course, but to actually, properly live without my mother...no, never before."
>>174032
"Do... Lamias normally live with their parents most of their lives? Move out on their own?" Neela pauses, as she seems to genuinely not know
>>174031
Khoi looks around through out the kitchen, opening almost every cabinet looking for ingredients. She actually stares at the baking powder directly, and moves past it. With the eggs, the butter, and the milk, she shakes her head and says what sounds like a curse or something disapproving in a foreign language, but does at least get the butter.
"Do... Lamias normally live with their parents most of their lives? Move out on their own?" Neela pauses, as she seems to genuinely not know
>>174031
Khoi looks around through out the kitchen, opening almost every cabinet looking for ingredients. She actually stares at the baking powder directly, and moves past it. With the eggs, the butter, and the milk, she shakes her head and says what sounds like a curse or something disapproving in a foreign language, but does at least get the butter.
>>174033
"It's normal for us lamias to live with our families for a time, until we're ready to start a family of our own or we get married off to another lamia. It's not like how I've heard it is in other countries where a young adult moves out as soon as they come of age."
Kira doesn't really have much knowledge on what is considered normal furniture for a modern home, be she's already got some ideas of what they need: they need places to sit, both for Neela and whatever non-lamia guests they might have in the future, a place to eat like a kitchen table, a bed for Neela, and maybe a dresser for her clothes. Outside of that it might be nice to get some decorations to spruce things up, like rugs or curtains.
"It's normal for us lamias to live with our families for a time, until we're ready to start a family of our own or we get married off to another lamia. It's not like how I've heard it is in other countries where a young adult moves out as soon as they come of age."
Kira doesn't really have much knowledge on what is considered normal furniture for a modern home, be she's already got some ideas of what they need: they need places to sit, both for Neela and whatever non-lamia guests they might have in the future, a place to eat like a kitchen table, a bed for Neela, and maybe a dresser for her clothes. Outside of that it might be nice to get some decorations to spruce things up, like rugs or curtains.
>>174033
Silver chuckles, and grabs the things they forget to grab either accidentally or purposefully. He goes on to describe the purpose of each ingredient.
"Flour is base of pancake recipe. Baking powder is leavening for making pancakes light and fluffy. Sugar makes them sweet, and salt is used to enhance flavor. Milk, butter, and eggs will add rich moisture, and egg especially will help bind everything together."
He asks White Orchid to use his muscles to grab a large mixing bowl, and for Khoi to grab measuring cups and measuring spoons, both teaspoon and tablespoon. He also gets a small pan, puts it on a burner on the oventop, and adds a stick of butter to melt. Silver then tells them to take 5 cups of flour, 3 tablespoons of baking powder, 3 tablespoons of sugar, and a teaspoon of salt, and mix it all together in the mixing bowl.
Silver chuckles, and grabs the things they forget to grab either accidentally or purposefully. He goes on to describe the purpose of each ingredient.
"Flour is base of pancake recipe. Baking powder is leavening for making pancakes light and fluffy. Sugar makes them sweet, and salt is used to enhance flavor. Milk, butter, and eggs will add rich moisture, and egg especially will help bind everything together."
He asks White Orchid to use his muscles to grab a large mixing bowl, and for Khoi to grab measuring cups and measuring spoons, both teaspoon and tablespoon. He also gets a small pan, puts it on a burner on the oventop, and adds a stick of butter to melt. Silver then tells them to take 5 cups of flour, 3 tablespoons of baking powder, 3 tablespoons of sugar, and a teaspoon of salt, and mix it all together in the mixing bowl.
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>>174035
"Oh.... I see..." Neela refrains from giving any details on her side, not seemingly wanting to say much
"Just get a bed, a few chairs... maybe a toaster... It'll be liveable."
>>174036
White Orchid listens intently, looking at the ingredients, and taking little tastes of the sugar and the flour. Khoi gets the cups, asking for clarification on which is the teaspoon and which is the table spoon.
It's all coming together.
"Oh.... I see..." Neela refrains from giving any details on her side, not seemingly wanting to say much
"Just get a bed, a few chairs... maybe a toaster... It'll be liveable."
>>174036
White Orchid listens intently, looking at the ingredients, and taking little tastes of the sugar and the flour. Khoi gets the cups, asking for clarification on which is the teaspoon and which is the table spoon.
It's all coming together.
>>174048
Indeed it is, but they're not finished yet. The sugar is predictably sweet, but the flour is tasteless and dry. Silver shows Khoi the difference between the small teaspoon and the large tablespoon, also explaining that one tablespoon is equal to three teaspoons.
Next, he instructs them to make a well in the center of the mixed up dry ingredients, and to add the now-melted butter, 4 cups of milk, and 3 eggs. He shows the two how to crack an egg, giving it a firm, quick, but not crushing hit against the metal rim of the sink to crack one of the sides and split the shell in two halves, dropping the egg white and the yolk into the pancake mixture. Once everything's been added, the mixture is stirred up until the yolks are broken apart, everything has been mixed together, and the pancake batter becomes smooth. Silver then adds a bit of cooking oil into a skillet, puts it over a burner set to a medium-high heat, and pours about a 1/4 cup of batter into the skillet for each pancake he has room for.
"Now is most time-consuming part. We should be able to make many pancakes, at least two dozen. Key is to cook each side of pancake for couple minutes, maybe three, until bubbles form and edges are dry. Then you flip, and cook other side until it is light brown." After a couple minutes of letting the pancakes cook, he demonstrates using a pancake flipper as bubbles rise to the top of the pancakes and the edges turn solid. "Like so. Repeat as many times as is needed for how many pancakes you wish to cook."
When the first pancakes are finished cooking, Silver puts them on a plate, and pours more batter into the skillet for more pancakes. "You both helped me with making pancakes, so you both get first pancakes. Grab whatever you want to put on top of them: butter, maple syrup, peanut butter, whatever we have that you think would taste good with them."
Indeed it is, but they're not finished yet. The sugar is predictably sweet, but the flour is tasteless and dry. Silver shows Khoi the difference between the small teaspoon and the large tablespoon, also explaining that one tablespoon is equal to three teaspoons.
Next, he instructs them to make a well in the center of the mixed up dry ingredients, and to add the now-melted butter, 4 cups of milk, and 3 eggs. He shows the two how to crack an egg, giving it a firm, quick, but not crushing hit against the metal rim of the sink to crack one of the sides and split the shell in two halves, dropping the egg white and the yolk into the pancake mixture. Once everything's been added, the mixture is stirred up until the yolks are broken apart, everything has been mixed together, and the pancake batter becomes smooth. Silver then adds a bit of cooking oil into a skillet, puts it over a burner set to a medium-high heat, and pours about a 1/4 cup of batter into the skillet for each pancake he has room for.
"Now is most time-consuming part. We should be able to make many pancakes, at least two dozen. Key is to cook each side of pancake for couple minutes, maybe three, until bubbles form and edges are dry. Then you flip, and cook other side until it is light brown." After a couple minutes of letting the pancakes cook, he demonstrates using a pancake flipper as bubbles rise to the top of the pancakes and the edges turn solid. "Like so. Repeat as many times as is needed for how many pancakes you wish to cook."
When the first pancakes are finished cooking, Silver puts them on a plate, and pours more batter into the skillet for more pancakes. "You both helped me with making pancakes, so you both get first pancakes. Grab whatever you want to put on top of them: butter, maple syrup, peanut butter, whatever we have that you think would taste good with them."
>>174048
Kira tilts her head. Part of her is worried she might end up with a crick in her neck with all of the head tilting, which is much more worrisome for a creature like a lamia than it might be for a normal pony. She flicks her tongue into the air.
"...Toaster? What's a toaster?"
Kira tilts her head. Part of her is worried she might end up with a crick in her neck with all of the head tilting, which is much more worrisome for a creature like a lamia than it might be for a normal pony. She flicks her tongue into the air.
"...Toaster? What's a toaster?"
>>174049
White Orchid watches the process intently. When the pancakes are put on a plate, Khoi scrunches, but White Orchid immediately nibbles on the pancake, then adding some syrup.
Lazily, from the direction of the living room, a new pony walks into the room - a unicorn with a disheveled red mane and tail.
"What's going on that you couldn't let me sleep?" He blinks
"Is this pancakes?"
White Orchid watches the process intently. When the pancakes are put on a plate, Khoi scrunches, but White Orchid immediately nibbles on the pancake, then adding some syrup.
Lazily, from the direction of the living room, a new pony walks into the room - a unicorn with a disheveled red mane and tail.
"What's going on that you couldn't let me sleep?" He blinks
"Is this pancakes?"
>>174050
Kira is very flexible, fortunately
"It's a little metal box that toasts bread, but... nevermind that... I need a bed"
Kira is very flexible, fortunately
"It's a little metal box that toasts bread, but... nevermind that... I need a bed"
>>174052
While Kira is a bit confused that she needs a box to do a single thing, especially something as silly as 'toasting bread', she cannot agree more on her final statement.
"Definitely. There's gotta be a store for furniture somewhere near here. We'll get you a nice, soft bed to sleep on with some sheets to match."
While Kira is a bit confused that she needs a box to do a single thing, especially something as silly as 'toasting bread', she cannot agree more on her final statement.
"Definitely. There's gotta be a store for furniture somewhere near here. We'll get you a nice, soft bed to sleep on with some sheets to match."
>>174051
Silver smiles at the disheveled young stallion.
"Good morning, sleepy head. It looked like you had good sleep. Yes, we are making pancakes. You want some?"
Silver smiles at the disheveled young stallion.
"Good morning, sleepy head. It looked like you had good sleep. Yes, we are making pancakes. You want some?"
>>174055
Silver chuckles, and while Khoi works on the pancakes, Silver looks for some strawberries and powdered sugar, and gets to work on the coffee.
"'Please' would be nice to hear."
Silver chuckles, and while Khoi works on the pancakes, Silver looks for some strawberries and powdered sugar, and gets to work on the coffee.
"'Please' would be nice to hear."
Is fairly lucky snek
>>174059
Kira marvels at the selection of furniture available in the store, she's never seen anything like it. It serves as a reminder that, no matter how prosperous her tribe and city was, they are a far cry from the prosperity of a country like Equestria. She gives a friendly wave to the grey stallion before addressing the deer with her.
"What do you look for in a bed? Us lamias don't really use the same sort of bedding that other creatures do."
Kira marvels at the selection of furniture available in the store, she's never seen anything like it. It serves as a reminder that, no matter how prosperous her tribe and city was, they are a far cry from the prosperity of a country like Equestria. She gives a friendly wave to the grey stallion before addressing the deer with her.
"What do you look for in a bed? Us lamias don't really use the same sort of bedding that other creatures do."
>>174059
Silver reacts by using his own magic to to try to override Clip's grip on the pancake and stop him from taking it.
"Khoi Lua and White Orchid helped make pancakes, they get first crack at them. Ask her if she wants one of first pancakes or not before you just grab it off of her plate."
Silver reacts by using his own magic to to try to override Clip's grip on the pancake and stop him from taking it.
"Khoi Lua and White Orchid helped make pancakes, they get first crack at them. Ask her if she wants one of first pancakes or not before you just grab it off of her plate."
>>174060
It's almost a warehouse, rather than a true store. However, it has a good set of couches, beds, mattresses, chairs and the like. Neela looks around, and answers
"Well, it needs to be big enough to lay on and soft, but firm enough to support you."
>>174061
Paper Clipping scrunches, and his ears go down
Then Khoi adds
"This is made with the pain and produce of another animal... He can have it."
It's almost a warehouse, rather than a true store. However, it has a good set of couches, beds, mattresses, chairs and the like. Neela looks around, and answers
"Well, it needs to be big enough to lay on and soft, but firm enough to support you."
>>174061
Paper Clipping scrunches, and his ears go down
Then Khoi adds
"This is made with the pain and produce of another animal... He can have it."
>>174062
Silver smiles, and lets Clip have the pancake. He even gives him the strawberries and powdered sugar, if it's available.
"See, is not so hard. There is plenty for everypony, no need to hog or steal pancakes."
He then turns to Khoi, looking confused.
"Pain? What do you mean?"
Silver smiles, and lets Clip have the pancake. He even gives him the strawberries and powdered sugar, if it's available.
"See, is not so hard. There is plenty for everypony, no need to hog or steal pancakes."
He then turns to Khoi, looking confused.
"Pain? What do you mean?"
>>174062
"That sounds pretty nice. Usually us lamias just use a nice soft rug, or something like it."
Though she is likely too big and heavy to properly try out beds, she still uses her pony half to feel various beds they pass by and continue to marvel at the variety of items this store has for sale.
"That sounds pretty nice. Usually us lamias just use a nice soft rug, or something like it."
Though she is likely too big and heavy to properly try out beds, she still uses her pony half to feel various beds they pass by and continue to marvel at the variety of items this store has for sale.
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GM, can I please, please, please level up? I've been playing this game for more than a year, and Posey won/survived combat encounters that should have brought her up to the rest of the player's level at this point:
>600 XP driving off Jaguar
>1350 XP defeating Luminous (assuming lvl 4 Paladin)
>Up to 1350 XP for August Wreath (undefeated by choice) (assuming lvl 4 Paladin) + ??? XP for evading ELF (if they were all non-elite warriors, the encounter would be worth about 3000-4000 XP, half if escaping doesn't count as winning it it)
>??? Wolves in the forest (idk if they counted as summons, monsters, or a trap)
>600 XP Diamond Dogs on boat (assuming two lvl 2 non-elite Warriors)
>300 XP Random Thugs in the city (assuming two lvl 1 non-elite warriors)
>1350 XP Hydra (1688-2700 XP if you consider fighting it underwater to be an "unfavorable condition", which I would)
From combat alone, Posey earned 5550 XP (lvl 4, close to lvl 5) estimating normally, or 9550 XP (lvl 5, close to lvl 6) with a more generous estimate. Even with a conservative estimate, she should have earned her way to lvl 4. And this is all assuming the characters involved were minimum level for abilities and hit points totals that I observed.
(If you count Posey as an ECL 5 character (she is ECL 3; LA bought off), she would have earned slightly less (about 1800 less XP). I know Posey's charm ability and reduction did carry her through some encounters, so I get it if you want her to earn less XP despite being bought off.)
Furthermore, Posey has had several non-combat achievements that could factor in to her development as well.
Non-combat
>Several military checkpoints that involved skill checks or use of spells/charming (each could be considered an encounter worth 100-300 XP, because Posey risked exposure for all of them)
>Gained Baka as an Ally, plus brought him to the manor (how much XP would have been given for defeating him?)
>Established connection with the university
>Making peaceful relations with four ghosts (worth 3600 XP, assuming each was CR 3)
>Fooling Alluring into bringing Luminous out of hiding (Alluring has to be at least CR 2, because he took enough hits from the puppy that should have squashed any lvl 1 character)
>Meeting with the Kaftars
>Raising the zigger as a zombie to impress Lament
If you factor these encounters in for the XP that they would have been worth as combat, Posey could be lvl 9 by now.
I really don't mean to be pushy, but I've been playing Posey for over a year, and if it takes me more than a year to gain even a single level, I'm never going to get to play her as a Necromancer: Posey can't natively cast animate dead until lvl 8, which is 5 levels from now. I sit around between posts dreaming of the things that Posey could do, but I won't do any of those things at this rate. I paid XP costs in character creation because I thought that Posey would level up faster, but I still haven't caught up to the party's starting level. I understand that this is PbP and progression is going to be slow, but based on everything Posey has done, she should at least be lvl 4.
>600 XP driving off Jaguar
>1350 XP defeating Luminous (assuming lvl 4 Paladin)
>Up to 1350 XP for August Wreath (undefeated by choice) (assuming lvl 4 Paladin) + ??? XP for evading ELF (if they were all non-elite warriors, the encounter would be worth about 3000-4000 XP, half if escaping doesn't count as winning it it)
>??? Wolves in the forest (idk if they counted as summons, monsters, or a trap)
>600 XP Diamond Dogs on boat (assuming two lvl 2 non-elite Warriors)
>300 XP Random Thugs in the city (assuming two lvl 1 non-elite warriors)
>1350 XP Hydra (1688-2700 XP if you consider fighting it underwater to be an "unfavorable condition", which I would)
From combat alone, Posey earned 5550 XP (lvl 4, close to lvl 5) estimating normally, or 9550 XP (lvl 5, close to lvl 6) with a more generous estimate. Even with a conservative estimate, she should have earned her way to lvl 4. And this is all assuming the characters involved were minimum level for abilities and hit points totals that I observed.
(If you count Posey as an ECL 5 character (she is ECL 3; LA bought off), she would have earned slightly less (about 1800 less XP). I know Posey's charm ability and reduction did carry her through some encounters, so I get it if you want her to earn less XP despite being bought off.)
Furthermore, Posey has had several non-combat achievements that could factor in to her development as well.
Non-combat
>Several military checkpoints that involved skill checks or use of spells/charming (each could be considered an encounter worth 100-300 XP, because Posey risked exposure for all of them)
>Gained Baka as an Ally, plus brought him to the manor (how much XP would have been given for defeating him?)
>Established connection with the university
>Making peaceful relations with four ghosts (worth 3600 XP, assuming each was CR 3)
>Fooling Alluring into bringing Luminous out of hiding (Alluring has to be at least CR 2, because he took enough hits from the puppy that should have squashed any lvl 1 character)
>Meeting with the Kaftars
>Raising the zigger as a zombie to impress Lament
If you factor these encounters in for the XP that they would have been worth as combat, Posey could be lvl 9 by now.
I really don't mean to be pushy, but I've been playing Posey for over a year, and if it takes me more than a year to gain even a single level, I'm never going to get to play her as a Necromancer: Posey can't natively cast animate dead until lvl 8, which is 5 levels from now. I sit around between posts dreaming of the things that Posey could do, but I won't do any of those things at this rate. I paid XP costs in character creation because I thought that Posey would level up faster, but I still haven't caught up to the party's starting level. I understand that this is PbP and progression is going to be slow, but based on everything Posey has done, she should at least be lvl 4.
>>174040
"The guns were taken further down the road. To a clearing."
>>174067
Past the house, the road continues as a simple set of dirt and rock. Trees line to the left, and a small clear area with trees further to the right. The trees have been thinned, with broken trunks and craters in the tree line. The road continues before turning left into an even more forested section with rougher terrain and sometimes submerged sections, especially to the left. The road itself is often levelled over little "valleys" between higher sections with rocks. But continuing down this road, Posey comes to another clearing. And she spies the first object of immense interest. She sees something she has never seen before, yet has a solid guess as to what it is. In a ruined condition, with a tire entirely missing, and laying on its side, is a giant, steel, gun.
>>174068
Sure? Next quest line
"The guns were taken further down the road. To a clearing."
>>174067
Past the house, the road continues as a simple set of dirt and rock. Trees line to the left, and a small clear area with trees further to the right. The trees have been thinned, with broken trunks and craters in the tree line. The road continues before turning left into an even more forested section with rougher terrain and sometimes submerged sections, especially to the left. The road itself is often levelled over little "valleys" between higher sections with rocks. But continuing down this road, Posey comes to another clearing. And she spies the first object of immense interest. She sees something she has never seen before, yet has a solid guess as to what it is. In a ruined condition, with a tire entirely missing, and laying on its side, is a giant, steel, gun.
>>174068
Sure? Next quest line
>>174064
"I... kind of figured, actually."
Kira surely gets the impression that she is wise to avoid placing her full weight on a bed, as simply laying on the edge almost flips the mattress off. But what Kira can feel... it's so... soft.
>>174063
Khoi explains. Kinda. Not really, but she seems to think she is.
"You use animal. Extract its milk. Eat its eggs."
Paper Clipping starts nomming on the pancake.
"I... kind of figured, actually."
Kira surely gets the impression that she is wise to avoid placing her full weight on a bed, as simply laying on the edge almost flips the mattress off. But what Kira can feel... it's so... soft.
>>174063
Khoi explains. Kinda. Not really, but she seems to think she is.
"You use animal. Extract its milk. Eat its eggs."
Paper Clipping starts nomming on the pancake.
>>174072
"But these are things they do anyways. Cows produce milk in their udders, and if they are not milked regularly then their udder gets swollen and painful. Chickens produce eggs even without them being fertilized. If it doesn't harm either of them to take what they produce and they're useful to us, then why shouldn't we?"
"But these are things they do anyways. Cows produce milk in their udders, and if they are not milked regularly then their udder gets swollen and painful. Chickens produce eggs even without them being fertilized. If it doesn't harm either of them to take what they produce and they're useful to us, then why shouldn't we?"
>>174071
>"The guns were taken further down the road. To a clearing."
"Thank you very much. Let's trot along then." Posey replied
>she spies the first object of immense interest. She sees something she has never seen before, yet has a solid guess as to what it is. In a ruined condition, with a tire entirely missing, and laying on its side, is a giant, steel, gun.
"At last, my mission is coming to a close." Posey declares, striking a pose in vainglory
She readies to prance forward, but catches herself, and first checks for traps and/or landmines.
[1d20+3 = (15+3) = 18]
"Any chance that there were any landmines buried here?" Posey asks, to any of the ghosts who will answer.
>"The guns were taken further down the road. To a clearing."
"Thank you very much. Let's trot along then." Posey replied
>she spies the first object of immense interest. She sees something she has never seen before, yet has a solid guess as to what it is. In a ruined condition, with a tire entirely missing, and laying on its side, is a giant, steel, gun.
"At last, my mission is coming to a close." Posey declares, striking a pose in vainglory
She readies to prance forward, but catches herself, and first checks for traps and/or landmines.
[1d20+3 = (15+3) = 18]
"Any chance that there were any landmines buried here?" Posey asks, to any of the ghosts who will answer.
>>174075
Posey can see a few craters, and in particular, one next to the ruined gun. She does not, however, find any traps, though a couple rocks may hide snakes or spiders
"We move too fast for the Monarchists to mine their soil"
"Mines probably not. Unexploded shells maybe"
Posey can see a few craters, and in particular, one next to the ruined gun. She does not, however, find any traps, though a couple rocks may hide snakes or spiders
"We move too fast for the Monarchists to mine their soil"
"Mines probably not. Unexploded shells maybe"
>>174073
"Not... quite?" Neela looks over at the sight. If it were Kira sized, there would indeed be a serious danger of melting.
>>174074
Khoi has her attention turned to Silver, while Paper Clipping takes a moment to take more butter and spread it on the pancake
"But you make the do that. Impregnate them. Make them make milk. And then you eat of the animal."
Paper Clipping joins in
"You know, she's got a point." He takes a piece and starts to chew
"It's" smack "kind of exploitative of another. That's" smack "the mindset"
"Not... quite?" Neela looks over at the sight. If it were Kira sized, there would indeed be a serious danger of melting.
>>174074
Khoi has her attention turned to Silver, while Paper Clipping takes a moment to take more butter and spread it on the pancake
"But you make the do that. Impregnate them. Make them make milk. And then you eat of the animal."
Paper Clipping joins in
"You know, she's got a point." He takes a piece and starts to chew
"It's" smack "kind of exploitative of another. That's" smack "the mindset"
>>174079
Without further ado, Posey prances through the meadow towards the gun and looks for whatever might look like the description of a dual-action shock absorber.
"It should be tubed-shaped, with a spring and a column..."
She examines the remains of the weapon very thoroughly.
Without further ado, Posey prances through the meadow towards the gun and looks for whatever might look like the description of a dual-action shock absorber.
"It should be tubed-shaped, with a spring and a column..."
She examines the remains of the weapon very thoroughly.
>>174080
Silver takes over the flipping and cooking of the pancakes, while Khoi is distracted. Don't want to let them burn, after all.
"You know, you do not have to be pregnant to produce milk, it just takes stimulation to your mammaries. That goes for all or at least most mammals I think, not just cows but ponies as well." He looks over at Clip and says, "It's rude to speak with your mouth full, nopony wants to see what you eat," before returning his attention to the pancakes. "I do not know how dairy industry works. Maybe cows are paid for their milk? I know if I produced milk I would sell it for some extra Bits."
Silver takes over the flipping and cooking of the pancakes, while Khoi is distracted. Don't want to let them burn, after all.
"You know, you do not have to be pregnant to produce milk, it just takes stimulation to your mammaries. That goes for all or at least most mammals I think, not just cows but ponies as well." He looks over at Clip and says, "It's rude to speak with your mouth full, nopony wants to see what you eat," before returning his attention to the pancakes. "I do not know how dairy industry works. Maybe cows are paid for their milk? I know if I produced milk I would sell it for some extra Bits."
>>174080
"Awww...that's a shame." Having enjoyed the bed immensely, she gets off of it. "Do you like it? Or does another one catch your eye?"
She goes over to another bed to try, finding that it's incredibly firm. Judging from the look on her face, she's a bit disappointed. "Huh, I guess you were right. Still, I guess it's better than sleeping among bananas for days on end."
"Awww...that's a shame." Having enjoyed the bed immensely, she gets off of it. "Do you like it? Or does another one catch your eye?"
She goes over to another bed to try, finding that it's incredibly firm. Judging from the look on her face, she's a bit disappointed. "Huh, I guess you were right. Still, I guess it's better than sleeping among bananas for days on end."
>>174081
[1d20 = 2]
There is only one gun in the meadow, though it appears from the size of the area there once may have been many more, and this is simply the one that never left. It's right wheel has been not simply removed but ripped off, as are several parts. Paint is chipped, blown away, or has otherwise fallen off, and there are many scratch marks.
>>174082
Paper Clipping scrunches. Rather intensely. Khoi too, gets the message, and gets back to flipping, or tries to.
"Pay cows?" This gets a little smile from her
"But still... It is a product of an animal. Not in keeping with the place of the Kylan, err, pony."
From the hall, Silver can hear claw steps. Jubilosa walks over to the kitchen door, and peers in. She has evidently washed, with her fur still a bit wet.
"What ae you doing over here?" She asks, looking in and around
>>174083
Neela gives a little smile. "It's nice. Though I think you may like it more... One is needed for my bedroom."
[1d20 = 2]
There is only one gun in the meadow, though it appears from the size of the area there once may have been many more, and this is simply the one that never left. It's right wheel has been not simply removed but ripped off, as are several parts. Paint is chipped, blown away, or has otherwise fallen off, and there are many scratch marks.
>>174082
Paper Clipping scrunches. Rather intensely. Khoi too, gets the message, and gets back to flipping, or tries to.
"Pay cows?" This gets a little smile from her
"But still... It is a product of an animal. Not in keeping with the place of the Kylan, err, pony."
From the hall, Silver can hear claw steps. Jubilosa walks over to the kitchen door, and peers in. She has evidently washed, with her fur still a bit wet.
"What ae you doing over here?" She asks, looking in and around
>>174083
Neela gives a little smile. "It's nice. Though I think you may like it more... One is needed for my bedroom."
>>174084
Something about seeing Neela smile is uplifting to Kira's soul.
"It's your bed, and we've still got plenty of Bits. Pick one, any one. I'd get a bed for myself, too, if they made them big or strong enough."
Something about seeing Neela smile is uplifting to Kira's soul.
"It's your bed, and we've still got plenty of Bits. Pick one, any one. I'd get a bed for myself, too, if they made them big or strong enough."
>>174084
>not simply removed but ripped off, as are several parts
Does it have the part that Posey is looking for though?
Posey scrunches a bit, thinking that her mission may not yet be finished.
>not simply removed but ripped off, as are several parts
Does it have the part that Posey is looking for though?
Posey scrunches a bit, thinking that her mission may not yet be finished.
>>174084
D'awwwwwww. A scrunchy Clip is a qt. Silver smiles at his griffon as she peaks into the kitchen. "Making pancakes and debating ethics about using milk and eggs. Want some?"
D'awwwwwww. A scrunchy Clip is a qt. Silver smiles at his griffon as she peaks into the kitchen. "Making pancakes and debating ethics about using milk and eggs. Want some?"
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>>174088
"Either or. Grab what you want to put on them."
Silver divvies up a plate of pancakes for his griffon, before turning to Khoi. "So, what do you mean, 'not in keeping with place of Kylan'?"
"Either or. Grab what you want to put on them."
Silver divvies up a plate of pancakes for his griffon, before turning to Khoi. "So, what do you mean, 'not in keeping with place of Kylan'?"
>>174088
"D'awwwwwww!" Wait...crap, that one was said aloud. Ah well, surely Neela knows how cute she is, especially for being a normally food-shaped creature.
"D'awwwwwww!" Wait...crap, that one was said aloud. Ah well, surely Neela knows how cute she is, especially for being a normally food-shaped creature.
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>>174088
>The hydro-pneumatic tubes are still on the gun. However, it appears a piece of shrapnel has penetrated the cylinder.
Is that good enough for the Masters back in magebold to analyze the design?
Posey gets to work unscrewing the cylinder with her wrench, humming as she goes.
>The hydro-pneumatic tubes are still on the gun. However, it appears a piece of shrapnel has penetrated the cylinder.
Is that good enough for the Masters back in magebold to analyze the design?
Posey gets to work unscrewing the cylinder with her wrench, humming as she goes.
>>174091
Dread it. Run from it. Cuteness exists all the same.
"Well, come on. Pick one." Kira smiles brightly at the cute deer.
Dread it. Run from it. Cuteness exists all the same.
"Well, come on. Pick one." Kira smiles brightly at the cute deer.
>>174094
Posey puts the damaged cylinder in her saddlebags regardless.
"Hmmm, I was hoping to get a one in better condition, although I can't say for sure how many there are left out here..." she says, looking around
Posey puts the damaged cylinder in her saddlebags regardless.
"Hmmm, I was hoping to get a one in better condition, although I can't say for sure how many there are left out here..." she says, looking around
>>174091
Now Silver is curious. "Your religion teaches you to be stewards of animal life? Or is it just part of your culture?"
Now Silver is curious. "Your religion teaches you to be stewards of animal life? Or is it just part of your culture?"
>>174096
Posey does not see another artillery piece, but she does see that the road continues to the left.
The dampener is very large, needing to be strapped to her, unless she has what is basically a duffle bag.
>>174097
“It teaches us not to harm, but we know our place is as those-who-eat-plants. And… you adjust the clouds and the rain, do you not?”
>>174095
“Uh” she looks down then back up, holding her right leg up “okay”
She eventually picks one. Eventually.
Posey does not see another artillery piece, but she does see that the road continues to the left.
The dampener is very large, needing to be strapped to her, unless she has what is basically a duffle bag.
>>174097
“It teaches us not to harm, but we know our place is as those-who-eat-plants. And… you adjust the clouds and the rain, do you not?”
>>174095
“Uh” she looks down then back up, holding her right leg up “okay”
She eventually picks one. Eventually.
>>174098
>unless she has what is basically a duffle bag
I figure saddlebags would cut it?
>the road continues to the left.
Posey continues down the road, seeking a more intact dampener, keeping an eye out for any more artillery.
"They couldn't have been spaced that far apart..There could be more nearby."
>unless she has what is basically a duffle bag
I figure saddlebags would cut it?
>the road continues to the left.
Posey continues down the road, seeking a more intact dampener, keeping an eye out for any more artillery.
"They couldn't have been spaced that far apart..There could be more nearby."
>>174098
"Eeehhhhh, it is more Equestrian thing than Severyanan, but I see your point. Weather factories, Winter Wrap Up...it is definitely very 'steward like'."
"Eeehhhhh, it is more Equestrian thing than Severyanan, but I see your point. Weather factories, Winter Wrap Up...it is definitely very 'steward like'."
>>174098
Kira claps her hooves together when Neela picks her bed, and her tongue flicks out excitedly.
"Great! We'll remember it for when we're ready to check out, I may be strong but I don't want to have to lug an entire bed around with us as we're shopping. What's next?"
Kira claps her hooves together when Neela picks her bed, and her tongue flicks out excitedly.
"Great! We'll remember it for when we're ready to check out, I may be strong but I don't want to have to lug an entire bed around with us as we're shopping. What's next?"
>>174099
These things are big.
"They would have moved further down the road when we pushed the Monarchists back"
"This was a battery. Six guns in a battery, fourteen batteries in the division."
Roll Search, Listen, and Spot as Posey moves further down
>>174100
She blinks
"Is there much of a difference?"
>>174101
"Well, a dresser. Some chairs for the dining room... couches for the living room would be nice."
These things are big.
"They would have moved further down the road when we pushed the Monarchists back"
"This was a battery. Six guns in a battery, fourteen batteries in the division."
Roll Search, Listen, and Spot as Posey moves further down
>>174100
She blinks
"Is there much of a difference?"
>>174101
"Well, a dresser. Some chairs for the dining room... couches for the living room would be nice."
>>174104
Silver looks at Khoi for a moment, before asking her in turn, "Is there much of difference between Kylan and Kirin?"
Silver looks at Khoi for a moment, before asking her in turn, "Is there much of difference between Kylan and Kirin?"
>>174104
Kira is as yet blissfully unaware of just how much she's bit off and how much she can in fact chew.
"It's amazing this store has all of this. Imagine how many homes could this store fully furnish, I wonder."
Kira is as yet blissfully unaware of just how much she's bit off and how much she can in fact chew.
"It's amazing this store has all of this. Imagine how many homes could this store fully furnish, I wonder."
>>174104
>Roll Search, Listen, and Spot as Posey moves further down
I'm adding +2 to each, with the assumption that at least one of the ghosts succeeds on a DC 10 check to assist Posey on each check.
Search
[1d20+5 = (19+5) = 24]
Spot
[1d20+5 = (19+5) = 24]
Listen
[1d20+5 = (16+5) = 21]
>Roll Search, Listen, and Spot as Posey moves further down
I'm adding +2 to each, with the assumption that at least one of the ghosts succeeds on a DC 10 check to assist Posey on each check.
Search
[1d20+5 = (19+5) = 24]
Spot
[1d20+5 = (19+5) = 24]
Listen
[1d20+5 = (16+5) = 21]
>>174104
>"They would have moved further down the road when we pushed the Monarchists back"
"Let's head down there then." Posey replies
>Six guns in a battery
"That means there should be five more. The odds should be in our favor, so long as scrappers haven't found them first."
>These things are big
How much does it weigh?
>"They would have moved further down the road when we pushed the Monarchists back"
"Let's head down there then." Posey replies
>Six guns in a battery
"That means there should be five more. The odds should be in our favor, so long as scrappers haven't found them first."
>These things are big
How much does it weigh?
>>174105
"They used magic instead of spirit to hold the peace of mind. They don't now, and they don't have peace. As for whether they eat animal products, that depends on their position on the Great Vehicle. Some do, and some don't I think. But I have never been the Empire, so I cannot say for sure."
>>174106
After Kira's experience at the restaurant, Kira ought to be aware that she can barely chew at all.
"Quite a lot, I think." Neela looks around
"This table looks nice. And that chair over there... that would be lovely. Oh! And imagine this couch. Do you want any furniture?
>>174107
>>174108
>those rolls
Damn
>>174107
Somewhere under 100 pounds.
"I would hope there are not five more. That would mean five more were lost."
This area tends to be higher, more conventional forest with more diverse trees. The occasional breaks in tree cover continue
"They used magic instead of spirit to hold the peace of mind. They don't now, and they don't have peace. As for whether they eat animal products, that depends on their position on the Great Vehicle. Some do, and some don't I think. But I have never been the Empire, so I cannot say for sure."
>>174106
After Kira's experience at the restaurant, Kira ought to be aware that she can barely chew at all.
"Quite a lot, I think." Neela looks around
"This table looks nice. And that chair over there... that would be lovely. Oh! And imagine this couch. Do you want any furniture?
>>174107
>>174108
>those rolls
Damn
>>174107
Somewhere under 100 pounds.
"I would hope there are not five more. That would mean five more were lost."
This area tends to be higher, more conventional forest with more diverse trees. The occasional breaks in tree cover continue
>>174109
>Somewhere under 100 pounds.
That's less than half of Posey's light load then. She remains unencumbered.
(I know this because I've been trying to figure out how to transport that hydra carcass... It sadly weighs more than Posey can drag on her own)
>That would mean five more were lost.
"Then let's go see about that for ourselves." Posey says, trotting along
>Damn
Does Posey see anything of note?
>Somewhere under 100 pounds.
That's less than half of Posey's light load then. She remains unencumbered.
(I know this because I've been trying to figure out how to transport that hydra carcass... It sadly weighs more than Posey can drag on her own)
>That would mean five more were lost.
"Then let's go see about that for ourselves." Posey says, trotting along
>Damn
Does Posey see anything of note?
>>174109
"Oh, I don't know what I would get. You saw my belongings, they fit pretty neatly into just a couple bags." She looks around her at all the variety of pieces for sale. "We had furniture, of course, but it was definitely in a much different style from all of this. This looks very...modern, I suppose? Hmm...I wouldn't mind a chest. Someplace safe to store my belongings at home."
"Oh, I don't know what I would get. You saw my belongings, they fit pretty neatly into just a couple bags." She looks around her at all the variety of pieces for sale. "We had furniture, of course, but it was definitely in a much different style from all of this. This looks very...modern, I suppose? Hmm...I wouldn't mind a chest. Someplace safe to store my belongings at home."
>>174109
"Huh. I suppose that is bit of what I am getting at. Equestrians and Severyanans, they may have similar origins - we both originated from various pony tribes living in northern reaches of Equus - but we moved east when windigoes attacked while Equestrians moved south. Then after windigoes were banished from this world, we had hundreds of years of history apart from Equestria where we developed our own language, our own culture, and our own religious practices, all in our own kingdoms and eventually our own empire. It is only because of Groverian Conquests that we ever became part of Equestria in first place."
"Huh. I suppose that is bit of what I am getting at. Equestrians and Severyanans, they may have similar origins - we both originated from various pony tribes living in northern reaches of Equus - but we moved east when windigoes attacked while Equestrians moved south. Then after windigoes were banished from this world, we had hundreds of years of history apart from Equestria where we developed our own language, our own culture, and our own religious practices, all in our own kingdoms and eventually our own empire. It is only because of Groverian Conquests that we ever became part of Equestria in first place."
>>174111
It is indeed rather "modern," generally with lathe cut wooden legs, woven fabrics, and sometimes flamboyant dyed colors.
"Oh they'll have a chest around here somewhere. Maybe you should get one."
>>174112
"I see..." she says. "So, you dominate. You are not stewards." Just a little bit disappointed.
It is indeed rather "modern," generally with lathe cut wooden legs, woven fabrics, and sometimes flamboyant dyed colors.
"Oh they'll have a chest around here somewhere. Maybe you should get one."
>>174112
"I see..." she says. "So, you dominate. You are not stewards." Just a little bit disappointed.
>>174113
"Like I said, Equestria and Severyana are different and have different histories and cultures. Winter Wrap Up for example is very much Equestrian tradition, where ponies helped nature prepare for transition from winter to spring by melting snow and ice, waking up creatures from their dens and burrows, and making new nests and homes for animals. It is very steward-like tradition."
"Like I said, Equestria and Severyana are different and have different histories and cultures. Winter Wrap Up for example is very much Equestrian tradition, where ponies helped nature prepare for transition from winter to spring by melting snow and ice, waking up creatures from their dens and burrows, and making new nests and homes for animals. It is very steward-like tradition."
>>174113
Kira flicks her tongue as she smiles, and goes to look for chests. She doesn't need anything super fancy, just something with plenty of storage room and the ability to be locked.
Kira flicks her tongue as she smiles, and goes to look for chests. She doesn't need anything super fancy, just something with plenty of storage room and the ability to be locked.
>>174110
Posey continues her trek through the woods. The path is occasionally blocked by felled trees, though more commonly, the logs are cut in half and moved to either side. Damage to trees is sporadic, sometimes with all nearby trees intact, and sometimes with an entire acre reduced to muddy craters and wood chips. The path winds along, sometimes hugging the edge of lakes, bogs, or rivers. The sounds of a holler, and later, of a wolves' howl, are miles distant. Closer, Posey can hear the sounds of birds and insects, and occasionally see them.
Then the path takes an interesting turn. Going around the edge of what seems to be a lake, the path turns to the left to hug the left rim of the lake to meet up on the other side. This path, however, is a simple hoof path, not big enough for vehicles. For that, there is a pier that extends into the water, though the last half is damaged, with broken wood and exposed lumber piers. The water of the lake is greenish-brown, and Posey can see movement in it, both from insects and larger creatures. On the other side, a few hundred feet away, is another pier. But in the water, not far at all from pier and not in deep water, Posey can see... What seems to be the barrel of a steel gun sticking out. Insects buzz about, and on the far side, Posey can see what seem to be humingbirds.
Posey continues her trek through the woods. The path is occasionally blocked by felled trees, though more commonly, the logs are cut in half and moved to either side. Damage to trees is sporadic, sometimes with all nearby trees intact, and sometimes with an entire acre reduced to muddy craters and wood chips. The path winds along, sometimes hugging the edge of lakes, bogs, or rivers. The sounds of a holler, and later, of a wolves' howl, are miles distant. Closer, Posey can hear the sounds of birds and insects, and occasionally see them.
Then the path takes an interesting turn. Going around the edge of what seems to be a lake, the path turns to the left to hug the left rim of the lake to meet up on the other side. This path, however, is a simple hoof path, not big enough for vehicles. For that, there is a pier that extends into the water, though the last half is damaged, with broken wood and exposed lumber piers. The water of the lake is greenish-brown, and Posey can see movement in it, both from insects and larger creatures. On the other side, a few hundred feet away, is another pier. But in the water, not far at all from pier and not in deep water, Posey can see... What seems to be the barrel of a steel gun sticking out. Insects buzz about, and on the far side, Posey can see what seem to be humingbirds.
>>174117
>The sounds of a holler
Like, a pony holler?
>The water of the lake is greenish-brown, and Posey can see movement in it, both from insects and larger creatures.
I take it that means it's not running water?
>But in the water, not far at all from pier and not in deep water, Posey can see... What seems to be the barrel of a steel gun sticking out.
Posey approaches the gun and examines it for the components she's looking for.
"I wonder if the shock absorber rusted by now... Only one way to find out." Posey says drawing her tools as she finds herself getting wet for the second time today.
>The sounds of a holler
Like, a pony holler?
>The water of the lake is greenish-brown, and Posey can see movement in it, both from insects and larger creatures.
I take it that means it's not running water?
>But in the water, not far at all from pier and not in deep water, Posey can see... What seems to be the barrel of a steel gun sticking out.
Posey approaches the gun and examines it for the components she's looking for.
"I wonder if the shock absorber rusted by now... Only one way to find out." Posey says drawing her tools as she finds herself getting wet for the second time today.
>>174118
Silver smiles back. He returns his attention to the pancakes, almost all of which should be finished by now.
"You know, if you want to learn more about Equestrian traditions, holidays, and culture in general, it could be good opportunity to get acquainted with colts here and learn all about it from them."
Silver smiles back. He returns his attention to the pancakes, almost all of which should be finished by now.
"You know, if you want to learn more about Equestrian traditions, holidays, and culture in general, it could be good opportunity to get acquainted with colts here and learn all about it from them."
>>174119
>Pony holler
Best guess is some kind of monkey, though it could indeed be a pony. It's far away enough to not be an immediate concern
>running water
It does move somewhat, though not much.
>Posey is getting wet for the second time today...
Oh my...
Posey feels something rub against her back before getting in the water. She knows it's the cool touch of one of the ghosts.
"Rust? Why care about that? The paint protects it anyways."
Going into the water, the gun seems to be more or less intact. The steel or aluminum barge it was on has sunk.
>Pony holler
Best guess is some kind of monkey, though it could indeed be a pony. It's far away enough to not be an immediate concern
>running water
It does move somewhat, though not much.
>Posey is getting wet for the second time today...
Oh my...
Posey feels something rub against her back before getting in the water. She knows it's the cool touch of one of the ghosts.
"Rust? Why care about that? The paint protects it anyways."
Going into the water, the gun seems to be more or less intact. The steel or aluminum barge it was on has sunk.
>>174122
>the gun seems to be more or less intact.
>The paint protects it
"Well, that's good news." Posey replies
Posey takes her wrench and attempts to remove the part she's looking for, before dragging it out of the water for inspection.
"And I thought cadaver-collection was demeaning work..." she thinks to herself
>the gun seems to be more or less intact.
>The paint protects it
"Well, that's good news." Posey replies
Posey takes her wrench and attempts to remove the part she's looking for, before dragging it out of the water for inspection.
"And I thought cadaver-collection was demeaning work..." she thinks to herself
>>174124
Posey checks it there's anything dangerous/interesting on the barge as well.
Posey checks it there's anything dangerous/interesting on the barge as well.
>>174120
Khoi tilts her head, while Jubilosa comes closer
"Acquainted... What do you mean?"
Jubilosa asks,
"So... about these eggs..."
>>174121
If Kira is looking for one to sleep in, unfortunately they don't have that
A slate-grey stallion with a black mane and yellow eyes walks closer, then stands maybe 15 feet away from Kira.
"Do you need something?"
Khoi tilts her head, while Jubilosa comes closer
"Acquainted... What do you mean?"
Jubilosa asks,
"So... about these eggs..."
>>174121
If Kira is looking for one to sleep in, unfortunately they don't have that
A slate-grey stallion with a black mane and yellow eyes walks closer, then stands maybe 15 feet away from Kira.
"Do you need something?"
>>174126
Kira looks at this very stormy-looking stallion who stands so far away, and smiles at him.
"Hello! We're just finding items to purchase. We've already got a bed in mind, now I'm just looking for a good chest to store my belongings in."
Kira looks at this very stormy-looking stallion who stands so far away, and smiles at him.
"Hello! We're just finding items to purchase. We've already got a bed in mind, now I'm just looking for a good chest to store my belongings in."
>>174126
"You know, get to know each other, before friends, et cetera."
Silver nods at Jubilosa, and gets the carton of eggs and some butter. "How many and how do you want them cooked?"
"You know, get to know each other, before friends, et cetera."
Silver nods at Jubilosa, and gets the carton of eggs and some butter. "How many and how do you want them cooked?"
>>174129
Silver nods, setting the butter to melt in a skillet as he cracks a couple eggs into a bowl and uses either a whisk or a fork (depending on what's available) to scramble them up. He then cooks up the scrambled eggs in the skillet to her liking.
Silver nods, setting the butter to melt in a skillet as he cracks a couple eggs into a bowl and uses either a whisk or a fork (depending on what's available) to scramble them up. He then cooks up the scrambled eggs in the skillet to her liking.
>>174129
"Hmmmmm..." Kira considers the options available to her, then points to the biggest one. "I like this big one."
"Hmmmmm..." Kira considers the options available to her, then points to the biggest one. "I like this big one."
>>174132
Silver looks over at Khoi, and tilts his head.
"My intent? I cannot just open my home and hearth to those in need because it is right thing to do?"
Silver looks over at Khoi, and tilts his head.
"My intent? I cannot just open my home and hearth to those in need because it is right thing to do?"
>>174132
"Well, I suppose I need storage for whatever I come upon. I don't have much now, just my bow, arrows, and spear among other miscellaneous items. But, you never know what you could come to own in the future, and I'd like to be able to have a place to securely store them."
"Well, I suppose I need storage for whatever I come upon. I don't have much now, just my bow, arrows, and spear among other miscellaneous items. But, you never know what you could come to own in the future, and I'd like to be able to have a place to securely store them."
Sorry for not replying in so long. I meant to get to this much sooner but finding appropriate music wasn't easy.
>>173684
Amber does not keep a head of state waiting, especially one of such tastes. She turns to Erik. "We will be playing Bartók's duos next. First Ara Táskor into Számláló, then Scherzo into Arab Dal, Szunyogtánc, Gyermekrengetéskor into Szénagyüjtéskor and Lakodalmas, and finally Bánkódás. Got it?"
Erik isn't given much time to get ready, or even to process the strange names, before bow is put to string. The first part starts slowly but coldly, before launching into an atonal melody, before receding again. This goes on several times, and it is a surprise that this was a transliteration of a harvest song, though to an untrained ear it may evoke waves of fields of grain. But in reality, it is the harsh bitterness of repetitive years of work which wear on a farmer who is never able to escape his drudgery. This is followed by a quicker and mounting melody, the lead part of which is filled very aptly with Amber's deeper-sounding viol. As the short section carries on, the disparate notes of the viol and Erik's violin come closer together but never fully merge before an abrupt end. Some deep fissures in being, like that between griffons or ponies, or the conflict of wills within the madness of Diazela, will never be healed before sudden ruination.
https://youtu.be/F-dP9UXo0Hk?t=1761
Unlike in her previous performance, Amber is not hampered by a lack of instruments and is fully within her element in the string duos. The next section starts out with a lively song in unison before the two instruments divide in organized chaos, complete with plucks. What could be more suited for the plans of griffons rended asunder by the terrible entropic beauty of the universe? The two start playing a darkly whirling dance from distant deserts, each instrument complementing the other in an otherworldly, heartless sound. Unknown to the listeners even the notes to it are beautifully symmetric.
(39:47)
The tempo picks up one more time as Amber and Eric play what seem to be the same song at different places yet which mesh together in rhythm and come together twice in a climax. Aptly named the Mosquito Dance, it resembles a horde of pests moving faster than the eye can perceive, uncatchable and yet waiting to descend.
(19:16)
The duo slow down and more closely match their music, though they remain separate enough to lend an ethereal atonal quality to the song. Why this piece is titled "Cradle Song" remains a mystery, with the most likely explanation being that it is an adaptation of an existing lullaby. Rather than being calming, however, it is haunting and sets one's feathers on end. This is assuaged by the next song, the "Hay Song," which among the collection is the most genuinely peaceful and pastoral piece. Given the name, it is most likely taken from some remote pony province, with the atonal yet tranquil melody suiting their unique optimism and harmony even in times of chaos. The leitmotifs carry on through the "Wedding Song," which unlike previous slow sections carries a warmth in it suiting the name, even as it drags to a halt.
(8:01)
Capping out the performance is a morose and tearful song. At times it seems like two separate songs of mourning played together. It retains ethereal qualities yet feels grounded in the agonies and sorrows of life. Is it the plaintive cries of two separated lovers, or evocative of a coming conflict that will shake the world to its core? At one point the song seems to end, but comes back with full volume, as one's sorrows may recede and return. The song slows once more and the two musicians drag out the last note as their performance finally comes to a close.
(23:07)
>>173755
Middles?
>>174072
https://youtu.be/eljAjfttGoI
>>173684
Amber does not keep a head of state waiting, especially one of such tastes. She turns to Erik. "We will be playing Bartók's duos next. First Ara Táskor into Számláló, then Scherzo into Arab Dal, Szunyogtánc, Gyermekrengetéskor into Szénagyüjtéskor and Lakodalmas, and finally Bánkódás. Got it?"
Erik isn't given much time to get ready, or even to process the strange names, before bow is put to string. The first part starts slowly but coldly, before launching into an atonal melody, before receding again. This goes on several times, and it is a surprise that this was a transliteration of a harvest song, though to an untrained ear it may evoke waves of fields of grain. But in reality, it is the harsh bitterness of repetitive years of work which wear on a farmer who is never able to escape his drudgery. This is followed by a quicker and mounting melody, the lead part of which is filled very aptly with Amber's deeper-sounding viol. As the short section carries on, the disparate notes of the viol and Erik's violin come closer together but never fully merge before an abrupt end. Some deep fissures in being, like that between griffons or ponies, or the conflict of wills within the madness of Diazela, will never be healed before sudden ruination.
https://youtu.be/F-dP9UXo0Hk?t=1761
Unlike in her previous performance, Amber is not hampered by a lack of instruments and is fully within her element in the string duos. The next section starts out with a lively song in unison before the two instruments divide in organized chaos, complete with plucks. What could be more suited for the plans of griffons rended asunder by the terrible entropic beauty of the universe? The two start playing a darkly whirling dance from distant deserts, each instrument complementing the other in an otherworldly, heartless sound. Unknown to the listeners even the notes to it are beautifully symmetric.
(39:47)
The tempo picks up one more time as Amber and Eric play what seem to be the same song at different places yet which mesh together in rhythm and come together twice in a climax. Aptly named the Mosquito Dance, it resembles a horde of pests moving faster than the eye can perceive, uncatchable and yet waiting to descend.
(19:16)
The duo slow down and more closely match their music, though they remain separate enough to lend an ethereal atonal quality to the song. Why this piece is titled "Cradle Song" remains a mystery, with the most likely explanation being that it is an adaptation of an existing lullaby. Rather than being calming, however, it is haunting and sets one's feathers on end. This is assuaged by the next song, the "Hay Song," which among the collection is the most genuinely peaceful and pastoral piece. Given the name, it is most likely taken from some remote pony province, with the atonal yet tranquil melody suiting their unique optimism and harmony even in times of chaos. The leitmotifs carry on through the "Wedding Song," which unlike previous slow sections carries a warmth in it suiting the name, even as it drags to a halt.
(8:01)
Capping out the performance is a morose and tearful song. At times it seems like two separate songs of mourning played together. It retains ethereal qualities yet feels grounded in the agonies and sorrows of life. Is it the plaintive cries of two separated lovers, or evocative of a coming conflict that will shake the world to its core? At one point the song seems to end, but comes back with full volume, as one's sorrows may recede and return. The song slows once more and the two musicians drag out the last note as their performance finally comes to a close.
(23:07)
>>173755
Middles?
>>174072
https://youtu.be/eljAjfttGoI
>>174139
"Well, either way, the biggest you have should do me fine!"
She smiles, and flicks her tongue.
"Well, either way, the biggest you have should do me fine!"
She smiles, and flicks her tongue.
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>>174133
>>174147
Soon(TM). As you’ve surely guessed, it’s not 100% smooth. But this whole questline will be over soon.
>>174141
Jubilosa takes up some kind of conversation in the bar area with Clipping, with the word “jam” being heard.
Khoi:
“But they are children. Should they not be with some family?”
>>174142
“Uh… ‘there’s one this way.” He moves to love past Kira. Kira, however, takes up a decent portion of the walk way between furniture, and stretches even further. Either out of fear or politesse, he seems reluctant to move past Kira, and may have to step over her body at some point. He lifts up a foreleg.
“Uh, this way.”
>>174147
Soon(TM). As you’ve surely guessed, it’s not 100% smooth. But this whole questline will be over soon.
>>174141
Jubilosa takes up some kind of conversation in the bar area with Clipping, with the word “jam” being heard.
Khoi:
“But they are children. Should they not be with some family?”
>>174142
“Uh… ‘there’s one this way.” He moves to love past Kira. Kira, however, takes up a decent portion of the walk way between furniture, and stretches even further. Either out of fear or politesse, he seems reluctant to move past Kira, and may have to step over her body at some point. He lifts up a foreleg.
“Uh, this way.”
>>174167
It sounds like Clip and Jubilosa are having an engrossing conversation. Hopefully Silver gets to listen to more of it, if it's not finished before his current one with Khoi.
"You do not think this could become family?" Silver says, as he gestures over the gathered creatures.
It sounds like Clip and Jubilosa are having an engrossing conversation. Hopefully Silver gets to listen to more of it, if it's not finished before his current one with Khoi.
"You do not think this could become family?" Silver says, as he gestures over the gathered creatures.
>>174167
"Oh, my apologies sir! I'm still getting used to these pony-sized spaces."
She kindly pulls her tail closer to her coiling it around herself as tightly as she can, making enough room for the reluctant pony to pass by and consequently removing one more excuse of not get closer to the nope noodle.
"Oh, my apologies sir! I'm still getting used to these pony-sized spaces."
She kindly pulls her tail closer to her coiling it around herself as tightly as she can, making enough room for the reluctant pony to pass by and consequently removing one more excuse of not get closer to the nope noodle.
>>174170
Kira smiles friendly enough at the sales associate pony, though she also has to admit it's starting to get a little awkward.
Kira smiles friendly enough at the sales associate pony, though she also has to admit it's starting to get a little awkward.
>>174172
“Well, they do, but… this is an older colt, a griffin… a gnoll…” she looks down
>>174173
The stallion decides to finally move by. While the passage way isn’t that small, Kira is rather wide when coiled. He looks over to her and scoots by. He smiles with all teeth showing, as he must surely be aware he is well within hugging range. His fur on his legs rubs Kira’s scales, and he utters a “sorry.” He moves past Kira, and looks back to her, still smiling with teeth. “This way… please.”
“Well, they do, but… this is an older colt, a griffin… a gnoll…” she looks down
>>174173
The stallion decides to finally move by. While the passage way isn’t that small, Kira is rather wide when coiled. He looks over to her and scoots by. He smiles with all teeth showing, as he must surely be aware he is well within hugging range. His fur on his legs rubs Kira’s scales, and he utters a “sorry.” He moves past Kira, and looks back to her, still smiling with teeth. “This way… please.”
>>174174
Thankfully, for the poor pony's sanity, Kira does not hug the pony (at least, for the moment). She smiles back at him and starts to follow, uncoiling as she does so like a spool of yarn.
Thankfully, for the poor pony's sanity, Kira does not hug the pony (at least, for the moment). She smiles back at him and starts to follow, uncoiling as she does so like a spool of yarn.
>>174174
Silver chuckles, and smiles at the kirin regardless if she can see it or not.
"There have been far stranger families, I must say."
Silver chuckles, and smiles at the kirin regardless if she can see it or not.
"There have been far stranger families, I must say."
>>174175
He moves ahead, often looking back
“This way.”
They do not move far at all. He stops in front of a very large rectangular chest of white with blue floral decorations, mimicking the decorative style of oriental porcelain vases. It’s big enough for Kira to fit her bow in, her blankets, and basically all of her possessions with room to spare. But while it’s big enough to fit a pony and maybe even Kira, it is not long enough for pole arms.
“Wood construction. There is a lock on it, but for full security you may want to add your own, which you can with the bars here.” He looks back to her. “This is our largest.”
He moves ahead, often looking back
“This way.”
They do not move far at all. He stops in front of a very large rectangular chest of white with blue floral decorations, mimicking the decorative style of oriental porcelain vases. It’s big enough for Kira to fit her bow in, her blankets, and basically all of her possessions with room to spare. But while it’s big enough to fit a pony and maybe even Kira, it is not long enough for pole arms.
“Wood construction. There is a lock on it, but for full security you may want to add your own, which you can with the bars here.” He looks back to her. “This is our largest.”
>>174176
She sits on her hind quarters, and moves herself up in a way that she can use her forehooves to make gestures. “But…” she looks down, and her tail curls around her front, with the little tuft of hair in front of her left hind leg. “I wanted a family that was mine.” She moves her hooves in circles around each other in front of her. “My blood and my stallion…”
She sits on her hind quarters, and moves herself up in a way that she can use her forehooves to make gestures. “But…” she looks down, and her tail curls around her front, with the little tuft of hair in front of her left hind leg. “I wanted a family that was mine.” She moves her hooves in circles around each other in front of her. “My blood and my stallion…”
>>174178
"Well..." Silver puts a hoof on her circling forehooves, stopping them. "...why can that not still happen?"
"Well..." Silver puts a hoof on her circling forehooves, stopping them. "...why can that not still happen?"
>>174177
Kira lets out an "ooooo!" at the sight of the large container. Even if it's not quite long enough for a spear, it still very much fills all of her needs.
"I'll take it!"
Kira lets out an "ooooo!" at the sight of the large container. Even if it's not quite long enough for a spear, it still very much fills all of her needs.
"I'll take it!"
>>174179
“But… Ms. Valador. You are with her? Are you not? I can hear you two. I know we are not betrothed but… And the colts. Am I to take care of them? The oldest one is big enough he can care for himself. And the gnoll. He is a gnoll.” She pauses, looks down, then back up. “Where am I in this? What do you intend?”
>>174180
He looks back to her.
“How do you intend to pay?” He asks
“But… Ms. Valador. You are with her? Are you not? I can hear you two. I know we are not betrothed but… And the colts. Am I to take care of them? The oldest one is big enough he can care for himself. And the gnoll. He is a gnoll.” She pauses, looks down, then back up. “Where am I in this? What do you intend?”
>>174180
He looks back to her.
“How do you intend to pay?” He asks
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>>174191
I would like to request that my four ghostly companions here assist me in awareness of my surroundings.
I would like to request that my four ghostly companions here assist me in awareness of my surroundings.
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>>174197
"Hrrk.. T-tell me if you see the shock absorber anywhere, or anything else interesting...!" Posey says, between groans of exertion as she wades into the water and tries to haul out the device or detach the cylinder, her horn straining with its magical golden glow turning a diseased and noxious yellow as she exerts all of her power.
"Hrrk.. T-tell me if you see the shock absorber anywhere, or anything else interesting...!" Posey says, between groans of exertion as she wades into the water and tries to haul out the device or detach the cylinder, her horn straining with its magical golden glow turning a diseased and noxious yellow as she exerts all of her power.
So... Is she able to pull it out of the lake? She should have the carrying capacity to do so.
>>174181
Kira tilts her head at the pony, and says, "...with Bits?" while obviously being confused by the question.
Kira tilts her head at the pony, and says, "...with Bits?" while obviously being confused by the question.
>>174181
Whew. Khoi, uh...she certainly has a talent for asking loaded questions at especially awkward times. Had she said something earlier or had waited until they were alone it would be a lot easier for Silver to come up with an answer, but breakfast is definitely a difficult time to put him on the spot. I suppose the first thing that should be asked is if Jubilosa and Clip are still engrossed in their conversation.
Whew. Khoi, uh...she certainly has a talent for asking loaded questions at especially awkward times. Had she said something earlier or had waited until they were alone it would be a lot easier for Silver to come up with an answer, but breakfast is definitely a difficult time to put him on the spot. I suppose the first thing that should be asked is if Jubilosa and Clip are still engrossed in their conversation.
So what does Posey see?
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>>174136
Did Amber forget? Erich is from Lushi. He was born with this language, and learned to play the songs of these local greats before he learned his first word of Herzlandish. Erich makes a malign smile towards Amber, and places his bow to string.
Toil, conflict, and endless strife are essential qualities of life. What better subject could there be for the rosined bow? The struggle of competing wills - the heavy burden of those who must live in the dialectic of thesis and antithesis, and even to guide the process of history - these are surely themes that the Grand Master appreciates as he sits leaning forward in his chair, listening to every note, even if the elements of pony origin leave him curling his beak.
Though their host surely lets himself be enthralled by the well of emotion tapped into by Amber and Erich, now resonating along the old refractory, what she cannot be sure about is to what degree he grasps the underlying truth expressed in this and every performance. Standing on the tile floor, with her bow to the mandolin, music pouring out like an oil-well gusher, Amber feels the truth. Music is not an instrument to represent the lived experience of the world. The world is a representation, individual consciousness but a short-lived illusion. Emotion and will are but melody expressed. And any physicist would admit, if only under their breath, that seemingly solid matter is made up of harmonies. Beyond the blinders that are the five senses is an entire realm of music. Sometimes melodic, sometimes chaotic. Sometimes in symphony, sometimes cacophony. But always, always resonating across infinity.
Can you feel it? Exaltation. Rapture. A feeling like carnal pleasure, or rather, the feeling carnal pleasure is analogous to. Through music, Amber feels transcendent, connected to experiences separated seemingly by space, time, and individual consciousness, but is, in reality, all a part of the same universal chorus. She can feel it. It is glorious.
The music stops. For now.
Did Amber forget? Erich is from Lushi. He was born with this language, and learned to play the songs of these local greats before he learned his first word of Herzlandish. Erich makes a malign smile towards Amber, and places his bow to string.
Toil, conflict, and endless strife are essential qualities of life. What better subject could there be for the rosined bow? The struggle of competing wills - the heavy burden of those who must live in the dialectic of thesis and antithesis, and even to guide the process of history - these are surely themes that the Grand Master appreciates as he sits leaning forward in his chair, listening to every note, even if the elements of pony origin leave him curling his beak.
Though their host surely lets himself be enthralled by the well of emotion tapped into by Amber and Erich, now resonating along the old refractory, what she cannot be sure about is to what degree he grasps the underlying truth expressed in this and every performance. Standing on the tile floor, with her bow to the mandolin, music pouring out like an oil-well gusher, Amber feels the truth. Music is not an instrument to represent the lived experience of the world. The world is a representation, individual consciousness but a short-lived illusion. Emotion and will are but melody expressed. And any physicist would admit, if only under their breath, that seemingly solid matter is made up of harmonies. Beyond the blinders that are the five senses is an entire realm of music. Sometimes melodic, sometimes chaotic. Sometimes in symphony, sometimes cacophony. But always, always resonating across infinity.
Can you feel it? Exaltation. Rapture. A feeling like carnal pleasure, or rather, the feeling carnal pleasure is analogous to. Through music, Amber feels transcendent, connected to experiences separated seemingly by space, time, and individual consciousness, but is, in reality, all a part of the same universal chorus. She can feel it. It is glorious.
The music stops. For now.
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>>174136
>>174206
Amber awakens from terrible dreams, and Celestia, what terrible dreams they were. Amber dreamt that monsters and traitors partitioned her homeland of Equestria, imprisoning its princesses and paragons. Her own father was crippled permanently in the fight, and Amber was forced to live on her own, and become the breadwinner. Thrust into the city, Amber would find herself alone amongst unfamiliar faces, often alien to Equestria. A small, barely heated studio apartment taken from immigrant housing was all Amber could afford with her savings. Working two jobs from sun-up past sunset, Amber could not even afford food, scrounging her only meals from waste; only crime offered any means of getting ahead in finances. The war, as well as luckier, more educated mares, had carried off the good stallions, leaving only a dorky runt as her choice of mate.
Thank Celestia it's just a dream.
Amber awakens in her room with the early morning sunlight giving a soft blue glow to most of the room. She feels cold, even with the covers over most, but unfortunately not all of her body. She lies on her back at an angle partly on her left side. Her left hind leg is on the bed, hanging slightly over at the hoof and out of the covers. Her right hind leg bends upwards, with the area below the knee sticking out from under the covers. There is a red glow coming from beneath the covers, by her right flank. Amber feels nuzzling against her fur. It's not a haunting feeling, not especially real, but a memory that fades as she gains consciousness. Amber is tired, scarcely rested from the night. She is cold. Her genitals are sore.
Then Amber remembers something. She is a cute pony. Moreover, she is a cute mare. And with that, all of her problems aren't so bad. Who could not love a cute pony? What difficulty could not be overcome?
>>174206
Amber awakens from terrible dreams, and Celestia, what terrible dreams they were. Amber dreamt that monsters and traitors partitioned her homeland of Equestria, imprisoning its princesses and paragons. Her own father was crippled permanently in the fight, and Amber was forced to live on her own, and become the breadwinner. Thrust into the city, Amber would find herself alone amongst unfamiliar faces, often alien to Equestria. A small, barely heated studio apartment taken from immigrant housing was all Amber could afford with her savings. Working two jobs from sun-up past sunset, Amber could not even afford food, scrounging her only meals from waste; only crime offered any means of getting ahead in finances. The war, as well as luckier, more educated mares, had carried off the good stallions, leaving only a dorky runt as her choice of mate.
Thank Celestia it's just a dream.
Amber awakens in her room with the early morning sunlight giving a soft blue glow to most of the room. She feels cold, even with the covers over most, but unfortunately not all of her body. She lies on her back at an angle partly on her left side. Her left hind leg is on the bed, hanging slightly over at the hoof and out of the covers. Her right hind leg bends upwards, with the area below the knee sticking out from under the covers. There is a red glow coming from beneath the covers, by her right flank. Amber feels nuzzling against her fur. It's not a haunting feeling, not especially real, but a memory that fades as she gains consciousness. Amber is tired, scarcely rested from the night. She is cold. Her genitals are sore.
Then Amber remembers something. She is a cute pony. Moreover, she is a cute mare. And with that, all of her problems aren't so bad. Who could not love a cute pony? What difficulty could not be overcome?
>>174208
With the covers removed, Amber can see that her cutie mark is glowing. Burgundy in the center, and blue around the edges.
With the covers removed, Amber can see that her cutie mark is glowing. Burgundy in the center, and blue around the edges.
>>174209
Her mouth agape, Amber gingerly touches a hoof to the glowing cutie mark, as if afraid it would start burning.
Her mouth agape, Amber gingerly touches a hoof to the glowing cutie mark, as if afraid it would start burning.
>>174210
There is no burning sensation. Only the feel of her own hoof against fur, and her frog, hoof, and fur illuminated by the dim blue and burgundy light.
There is no burning sensation. Only the feel of her own hoof against fur, and her frog, hoof, and fur illuminated by the dim blue and burgundy light.
>>174211
Amber gasps. She throws her head back against the pillow and closes her eyes, struggling to remember anything past the veil of sleep. Even if she did this just when she woke up she wouldn't be successful. Some things are unmistakeable, however, despite being mere feelings rather than coherent thoughts. Amber was running from the law, she's pretty sure, though she rationalizes this as subconscious guilt over the purloined letter or her fear of the Blackhooves. There were definitely griffons too, but that's hardly surprising given she bears the misfortune of seeing them every day.
One thing cannot be easily rationalized, however, and that was the vague recollection of music that she couldn't transcribe even if she heard it awake and sober. It was the most beautiful music Amber had ever heard, keen and terrifying, yet her intellect cannot quite grasp it. Merely trying to grasp onto the shadow of that memory chills her, leaving her feeling lonely and naked, and her eyes fly open before vertigo can fully set in. She sits upright in bed, shifts her thoughts to the nuzzling feeling earlier, and takes stock of the dim room.
Amber gasps. She throws her head back against the pillow and closes her eyes, struggling to remember anything past the veil of sleep. Even if she did this just when she woke up she wouldn't be successful. Some things are unmistakeable, however, despite being mere feelings rather than coherent thoughts. Amber was running from the law, she's pretty sure, though she rationalizes this as subconscious guilt over the purloined letter or her fear of the Blackhooves. There were definitely griffons too, but that's hardly surprising given she bears the misfortune of seeing them every day.
One thing cannot be easily rationalized, however, and that was the vague recollection of music that she couldn't transcribe even if she heard it awake and sober. It was the most beautiful music Amber had ever heard, keen and terrifying, yet her intellect cannot quite grasp it. Merely trying to grasp onto the shadow of that memory chills her, leaving her feeling lonely and naked, and her eyes fly open before vertigo can fully set in. She sits upright in bed, shifts her thoughts to the nuzzling feeling earlier, and takes stock of the dim room.
>>174213
>>174223
>>174199
Posey feels something bite her ear. As before, there is no mystery here. It's (the same) ghost.
"The name is Turn Card, by the way."
Entering into the water, Posey sees that the gun rests on a medium sized metal barge, which sits at an angle. Behind the gun is a cart that has slid off the edge of the barge. The water has low to moderate visibility, with large amounts of particulates, presumably algae, floating about. Walking onto the barge, and especially trying to mess with the gun, Posey stirs up mud and dead plant matter, which clouds portions of the water.
Posey places a wrench to the gun, but the bolt seems to be jammed.
"Looks like there is some rusting"
>>174223
>>174199
Posey feels something bite her ear. As before, there is no mystery here. It's (the same) ghost.
"The name is Turn Card, by the way."
Entering into the water, Posey sees that the gun rests on a medium sized metal barge, which sits at an angle. Behind the gun is a cart that has slid off the edge of the barge. The water has low to moderate visibility, with large amounts of particulates, presumably algae, floating about. Walking onto the barge, and especially trying to mess with the gun, Posey stirs up mud and dead plant matter, which clouds portions of the water.
Posey places a wrench to the gun, but the bolt seems to be jammed.
"Looks like there is some rusting"
>>174212
The music... the beautiful, glorious music... She may not remember it, but she will likely pursue it in the days and months to come.
She feels tired. She has awaken a few minutes before her alarm has set her to awake - just enough to not be able to go back to sleep. The nuzzling was but a memory of her young lover's nuzzles the day before. But she can always be nuzzled more... until she can't. The sun is just over the horizon. At least she assumes it is. She can't see it from here, though its light is present. Even the Changelings know better than to stop the Princess from raising the light. The bed and covers are still messy from last night.
The music... the beautiful, glorious music... She may not remember it, but she will likely pursue it in the days and months to come.
She feels tired. She has awaken a few minutes before her alarm has set her to awake - just enough to not be able to go back to sleep. The nuzzling was but a memory of her young lover's nuzzles the day before. But she can always be nuzzled more... until she can't. The sun is just over the horizon. At least she assumes it is. She can't see it from here, though its light is present. Even the Changelings know better than to stop the Princess from raising the light. The bed and covers are still messy from last night.
>>174225
"Nice to meet you. My masters dubbed me Rosey Ring, but you can call me Posey." Posey replies, before bending over to work
>but the bolt seems to be jammed.
Posey tries to break the mountings, hoping the rust reduces its break DC.
She draws her crowbar and attempts to rend it off
[1d20+7 = (18+7) = 25]
"Nice to meet you. My masters dubbed me Rosey Ring, but you can call me Posey." Posey replies, before bending over to work
>but the bolt seems to be jammed.
Posey tries to break the mountings, hoping the rust reduces its break DC.
She draws her crowbar and attempts to rend it off
[1d20+7 = (18+7) = 25]
>>174226
Amber groans. Most dreams she has had left her feeling refreshed, but the sheer mental energy of what she went through instead leaves her sapped. Her late-night dalliance certainly didn't help, but she rejects projecting any blame onto Mustard Trim.
She gets out of bed and takes a cold shower. Hopefully she can clean everything up and make it to work before the sun fully rises.
Amber groans. Most dreams she has had left her feeling refreshed, but the sheer mental energy of what she went through instead leaves her sapped. Her late-night dalliance certainly didn't help, but she rejects projecting any blame onto Mustard Trim.
She gets out of bed and takes a cold shower. Hopefully she can clean everything up and make it to work before the sun fully rises.
>>174228
And... crack
It snaps off, causing Posey to fall back. She may catch herself, but disturbing the mud in the process. Posey hears much disruption in the water, like fish moving.
>>174229
Mustard is kind of innocent of this...
The glowing has stopped. Amber has the time to shower. The cold water helps to wake her up on an otherwise hard morning.
And... crack
It snaps off, causing Posey to fall back. She may catch herself, but disturbing the mud in the process. Posey hears much disruption in the water, like fish moving.
>>174229
Mustard is kind of innocent of this...
The glowing has stopped. Amber has the time to shower. The cold water helps to wake her up on an otherwise hard morning.
>>174228
As Posey bends over, they can see a view of her namesake: the black dot on her flank, surrounded by a ring of red fire.
>>174230
>Posey hears much disruption in the water, like fish moving.
Posey decides to move to shore quickly, having been nearly-eaten once already today. She draws her sword and waits for about a minute for anything to charge at her. If nothing charges, she goes back to retrieve her gun.
"Hydras... You can never be too careful."
As Posey bends over, they can see a view of her namesake: the black dot on her flank, surrounded by a ring of red fire.
>>174230
>Posey hears much disruption in the water, like fish moving.
Posey decides to move to shore quickly, having been nearly-eaten once already today. She draws her sword and waits for about a minute for anything to charge at her. If nothing charges, she goes back to retrieve her gun.
"Hydras... You can never be too careful."
>>174231
"Nice flank."
>get to the shore
Were it so easy. Posey is still many feet away, and in deeper water with heavy equipment. The cylinder is massive and heavy, and while it is possible for Posey to tie it to her back, in the meantime, it requires at least one hoof, making effective sword wielding impractical. Posey must chose between the two.
Even more mud is disturbed
"There is something in the water!"
"Nice flank."
>get to the shore
Were it so easy. Posey is still many feet away, and in deeper water with heavy equipment. The cylinder is massive and heavy, and while it is possible for Posey to tie it to her back, in the meantime, it requires at least one hoof, making effective sword wielding impractical. Posey must chose between the two.
Even more mud is disturbed
"There is something in the water!"
>>174232
>it requires at least one hoof, making effective sword wielding impractical.
Can't she use her horn?
>it requires at least one hoof, making effective sword wielding impractical.
Can't she use her horn?
>>174232
>"Nice flank."
"~Thank you. I work hard to maintain it." Posey replies, momentarily ignoring the present danger
(Posey's main flaw is her vanity)
>"Nice flank."
"~Thank you. I work hard to maintain it." Posey replies, momentarily ignoring the present danger
(Posey's main flaw is her vanity)
>>174233
Posey's telekinesis is less powerful. She may roll but not levitate the cylinder with her telekinesis - the tendency of the odd-shaped ends of the cylinder to get caught in debris counter-acting the buoyancy of the oil and compressed gas in the steel cylinder. She may also use her telekinesis with her sword, but without a strength bonus.
>>174234
Turn Card is about to say more, but another ghost - the unicorn - silences him.
Posey's telekinesis is less powerful. She may roll but not levitate the cylinder with her telekinesis - the tendency of the odd-shaped ends of the cylinder to get caught in debris counter-acting the buoyancy of the oil and compressed gas in the steel cylinder. She may also use her telekinesis with her sword, but without a strength bonus.
>>174234
Turn Card is about to say more, but another ghost - the unicorn - silences him.
>>174235
>She may also use her telekinesis with her sword, but without a strength bonus.
And here I've been imagining that she's been using her sword with her horn this whole time. Oh well.
On second thought, I could always make a slam attack or a charnel touch, so I don't really need to use the sword rn. Posey uses her horn to steady her grip on the cylinder as she scrambles to shore.
>She may also use her telekinesis with her sword, but without a strength bonus.
And here I've been imagining that she's been using her sword with her horn this whole time. Oh well.
On second thought, I could always make a slam attack or a charnel touch, so I don't really need to use the sword rn. Posey uses her horn to steady her grip on the cylinder as she scrambles to shore.
>>174238
Posey could maybe mistake it for log, a floating back pack, or even one of the ghosts. But it isn't the shape of the former, and much too solid to be the latter. Floating through the water, kicking, Posey can see the corpse of a pony. It's brown mane floats in the water, its eyes white, the flesh on its muzzle and hooves rotting away, exposing skeletal structure, all white the flesh has swollen and mummified. It has a pack on its back which also floats above the entity. It's coming for Posey.
Roll Initiative
[1d20+3 = (17+3) = 20]
Best to roll spot as well
Posey could maybe mistake it for log, a floating back pack, or even one of the ghosts. But it isn't the shape of the former, and much too solid to be the latter. Floating through the water, kicking, Posey can see the corpse of a pony. It's brown mane floats in the water, its eyes white, the flesh on its muzzle and hooves rotting away, exposing skeletal structure, all white the flesh has swollen and mummified. It has a pack on its back which also floats above the entity. It's coming for Posey.
Roll Initiative
[1d20+3 = (17+3) = 20]
Best to roll spot as well
>>174239
Initiative
[1d20+9 = (12+9) = 21]
Gonna make a knowledge (religion) check (free action) to identify this creature.
[1d20+9 = (5+9) = 14]
Initiative
[1d20+9 = (12+9) = 21]
Gonna make a knowledge (religion) check (free action) to identify this creature.
[1d20+9 = (5+9) = 14]
>>174243
>seemingly not intelligent
"A zombie, perhaps? That's odd, they're not usually sporadic animations..." Posey says, her momentary panic fading in favor of fascination.
Uses her first turn to move as far as she can onto shore. Once she's firmly on shore, she puts the cylinder down and draws her sword.
>seemingly not intelligent
"A zombie, perhaps? That's odd, they're not usually sporadic animations..." Posey says, her momentary panic fading in favor of fascination.
Uses her first turn to move as far as she can onto shore. Once she's firmly on shore, she puts the cylinder down and draws her sword.
>>174247
Behind the creature, trailing, appears to be another undead creature of similar nature, though the specifics cannot be determined
Behind the creature, trailing, appears to be another undead creature of similar nature, though the specifics cannot be determined
>>174248
Assuming the monster's turn is over, Posey takes the Withdraw action to retreat to shore, where she can safely put down her cylinder.
This is a full round action. End of turn.
Assuming the monster's turn is over, Posey takes the Withdraw action to retreat to shore, where she can safely put down her cylinder.
This is a full round action. End of turn.
>>174249
Posey can make it to shore. It makes another attempt at her
[1d20+5 = (16+5) = 21]
[1d20+3 = (17+3) = 20]
[1d20+3 = (11+3) = 14]
Posey can make it to shore. It makes another attempt at her
[1d20+5 = (16+5) = 21]
[1d20+3 = (17+3) = 20]
[1d20+3 = (11+3) = 14]
>>174253
Okay.
On Posey's turn, she draws her Unholy symbol and a surge of power rushes through her, her mane flowing in a non-existent wind and her eyes glowing.
"By the powers vested in me, I demand that you kneel!"
Rebuke Undead
Rebuking check
[1d20+7 = (8+7) = 15]
Turning damage
[2d6+12 = (5+12) = 17]
Okay.
On Posey's turn, she draws her Unholy symbol and a surge of power rushes through her, her mane flowing in a non-existent wind and her eyes glowing.
"By the powers vested in me, I demand that you kneel!"
Rebuke Undead
Rebuking check
[1d20+7 = (8+7) = 15]
Turning damage
[2d6+12 = (5+12) = 17]
>>174254
With this check, Posey Rebukes as an 8th level Cleric. Up to 17 HD of undead are affected, and anything with 4 or less HD is commanded. Posey can command up to 7 HD of undead at once.
Turning does not require line of sight, so any undead still underwater may also be affected.
With this check, Posey Rebukes as an 8th level Cleric. Up to 17 HD of undead are affected, and anything with 4 or less HD is commanded. Posey can command up to 7 HD of undead at once.
Turning does not require line of sight, so any undead still underwater may also be affected.
>>174254
Posey feels a very much existing wind rush quickly behind her. The zombie closest to the edge of the water lets out something like a shriek, then moves further down. It seems to kneel in the water, still mostly submerged.
Posey feels a very much existing wind rush quickly behind her. The zombie closest to the edge of the water lets out something like a shriek, then moves further down. It seems to kneel in the water, still mostly submerged.
>>174256
What about the others? Are they affected?
Rebuked undead cower, as if in awe.
(Also I guess technically the ghosts might also be affected)
What about the others? Are they affected?
Rebuked undead cower, as if in awe.
(Also I guess technically the ghosts might also be affected)
>>174259
What about the ghosts? So they cower before Posey's power and beauty?
Posey nods, satisfied that the zombies are commanded.
"That's more like it. Now make yourself useful and come help me carry this giant gun."
What about the ghosts? So they cower before Posey's power and beauty?
Posey nods, satisfied that the zombies are commanded.
"That's more like it. Now make yourself useful and come help me carry this giant gun."
>>174260
The unicorn spirit seems to be awed. The other three ghosts seem to have fled.
But the two nearest zombies are commanded.
The unicorn spirit seems to be awed. The other three ghosts seem to have fled.
But the two nearest zombies are commanded.
>>174261
>The other three ghosts seem to have fled.
Huh.
Well, they can't make it far with Posey carrying their haunted objects.
>But the two nearest zombies are commanded.
These are 2 HD zombies right? Posey should be able to command three of them.
If the third zombie continues to attack, Posey draws her sword to engage it. If not, she heals herself and looks for the ghosts.
"Now where did those three go off to?"
>The other three ghosts seem to have fled.
Huh.
Well, they can't make it far with Posey carrying their haunted objects.
>But the two nearest zombies are commanded.
These are 2 HD zombies right? Posey should be able to command three of them.
If the third zombie continues to attack, Posey draws her sword to engage it. If not, she heals herself and looks for the ghosts.
"Now where did those three go off to?"
>>174262
The zombies are a bit larger than expected. The third zombie circles in the water, but none of the three seem eager to - or maybe even capable of - leaving it. The three zombies have retreated to their items. Posey can feel the difference, as previously the ghosts would lope in circles in front of and around Posey, creating a chill breeze, and Turn Card repeatedly touched Posey.
The zombies are a bit larger than expected. The third zombie circles in the water, but none of the three seem eager to - or maybe even capable of - leaving it. The three zombies have retreated to their items. Posey can feel the difference, as previously the ghosts would lope in circles in front of and around Posey, creating a chill breeze, and Turn Card repeatedly touched Posey.
>>174263
>but none of the three seem eager to - or maybe even capable of - leaving it.
"Anchorite haunting zombies; how peculiar... Perhaps they're bound to the boat, or the lake." Posey ponders
"I guess I'm carrying this thing home on my own then." Posey says
She takes a moment to examine the cylinder, to check if it's in good condition
>but none of the three seem eager to - or maybe even capable of - leaving it.
"Anchorite haunting zombies; how peculiar... Perhaps they're bound to the boat, or the lake." Posey ponders
"I guess I'm carrying this thing home on my own then." Posey says
She takes a moment to examine the cylinder, to check if it's in good condition
>>174264
It would perhaps be more accurate to say that the zombies are aquatic - their morphology shaped by the water.
The cylinder has rust in several areas that make it difficult to move up and down. However, it still has pressure and oil.
It would perhaps be more accurate to say that the zombies are aquatic - their morphology shaped by the water.
The cylinder has rust in several areas that make it difficult to move up and down. However, it still has pressure and oil.
>>174265
These aren't Lacedons, are they?
>However, it still has pressure and oil.
If that's good enough for her masters to reverse engineer, then I guess Posey's mission is done.
These aren't Lacedons, are they?
>However, it still has pressure and oil.
If that's good enough for her masters to reverse engineer, then I guess Posey's mission is done.
>>174266
Kinda, with ghast stats
Posey doesn't really know much about engineering. The inability of the piston to move is concerning, but it does have structural integrity.
Kinda, with ghast stats
Posey doesn't really know much about engineering. The inability of the piston to move is concerning, but it does have structural integrity.
>>174267
I was hoping I would meet Lacedons (aka drowners) in this swamp. They're useful to have around. They should be able to crawl on land too.
Ghouls make up a large proportion of the Dread league, and Posey has seen many before, so would she recognize them?
Posey peers closer to the decayed creatures, examining them more closely.
I was hoping I would meet Lacedons (aka drowners) in this swamp. They're useful to have around. They should be able to crawl on land too.
Ghouls make up a large proportion of the Dread league, and Posey has seen many before, so would she recognize them?
Posey peers closer to the decayed creatures, examining them more closely.
>>174268
Sure? The command won't last forever though
The fur has fallen out, leaving a hardened, white skin. The eyes have a blue glow, but are white, with milky irises that retain slight purple and golden hues. One is clearly formerly a solider, based on the remnant of a green uniform and a backpack. The other has a pack tied around its waist, though it's harder to tell. The third keeps its distance but does not seem to have been a pony at all, but something bigger.
Sure? The command won't last forever though
The fur has fallen out, leaving a hardened, white skin. The eyes have a blue glow, but are white, with milky irises that retain slight purple and golden hues. One is clearly formerly a solider, based on the remnant of a green uniform and a backpack. The other has a pack tied around its waist, though it's harder to tell. The third keeps its distance but does not seem to have been a pony at all, but something bigger.
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