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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>>174942
>Rosey Ring, protector of life.
Posey's eye twitches a bit at this unsolicited epitaph, but she holds her temper.
"I appreciate your assistance." she says, Boeing her head
Actually sleeping now...
>Rosey Ring, protector of life.
Posey's eye twitches a bit at this unsolicited epitaph, but she holds her temper.
"I appreciate your assistance." she says, Boeing her head
Actually sleeping now...
>>174942
She blinks. "I didn't want it to get wrinkled. But, my manager at the job I work at is just down the street and can verify who I am."
She blinks. "I didn't want it to get wrinkled. But, my manager at the job I work at is just down the street and can verify who I am."
>>174945
>goes down like a 737 MAX
Lel
>pony
"She's a diamond dog, actually. Follow me."
As Posey leads Baka to where Sasha is being held, she recounts the events if her last adventure.
>goes down like a 737 MAX
Lel
>pony
"She's a diamond dog, actually. Follow me."
As Posey leads Baka to where Sasha is being held, she recounts the events if her last adventure.
>>174945
Amber taps her front hooves together. "Would you like to come talk with her or should I bring her here?"
Amber taps her front hooves together. "Would you like to come talk with her or should I bring her here?"
>>174946
To her adventure, he seems stunned, perhaps even impressed.
"You haven't lost your enthusiasm, clearly."
He goes to see the bitch
"Fever, stupor... looks to be a viral infection. She's certainly not well. May go into a coma. I've lost most of my favor... all of my favor with Harmony but... I'll see what I can do."
>>174947
"Ha, she'd need to come here. And have her own ID, of course."
To her adventure, he seems stunned, perhaps even impressed.
"You haven't lost your enthusiasm, clearly."
He goes to see the bitch
"Fever, stupor... looks to be a viral infection. She's certainly not well. May go into a coma. I've lost most of my favor... all of my favor with Harmony but... I'll see what I can do."
>>174947
"Ha, she'd need to come here. And have her own ID, of course."
>>174948
"Okay, I'll do that," she replies with a bit of uncertainty. As she canters back to the shop she also becomes worried about this errand making her late for her hostess job.
"Okay, I'll do that," she replies with a bit of uncertainty. As she canters back to the shop she also becomes worried about this errand making her late for her hostess job.
head falls off
hastily puts it back on and hopes nobody noticed
hastily puts it back on and hopes nobody noticed
Going to bump by spam-rolling a perform check, accompanied by pantomiming combat and conjuring shadows (using a spell slot to perform). Rolling Perform (weapon drill), modified by my regular skill bonuses and a +2 circumstance bonus for accompanying with an Aching Dread to invoke the fear of battle, an additional +2 for spell focus (Necromancy) and +2 for using a masterwork sword, and +2 for having the Dread's that Posey controls stand in as props (aid another).
The result of this check demonstrates how well Posey described the tale of her adventure to the residents of the manor.
If she rolls low, she accidentally cuts her head off with the silver sword while twirling it for a trick (embarrassing!)
[1d20+16 = (7+16) = 23]
The result of this check demonstrates how well Posey described the tale of her adventure to the residents of the manor.
If she rolls low, she accidentally cuts her head off with the silver sword while twirling it for a trick (embarrassing!)
[1d20+16 = (7+16) = 23]
>>174942
"Huh? Oh, right. Hehe..." Kira looks all around her at the products on the shelves, once again awed by the shear quantity to choose from and feeling overwhelmed by all of the choices available to her. "You would probably know better what to get than I would, so...lead on!"
"Huh? Oh, right. Hehe..." Kira looks all around her at the products on the shelves, once again awed by the shear quantity to choose from and feeling overwhelmed by all of the choices available to her. "You would probably know better what to get than I would, so...lead on!"
>>174942
Sense Motive: Can Silver tell what it was he mouthed/was going to mouth?
[1d20+3 = (19+3) = 22]
Sense Motive: Can Silver tell what it was he mouthed/was going to mouth?
[1d20+3 = (19+3) = 22]
>>174960
>>174959
>She makes it
Damn. I wanted to play this clip https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9auXBz-02Jk&pp=ygUQaG93IGVtYmFycmFzc2luZw%3D%3D
Lament and Day Low Rain are actually impressed by Posey's story, though probably a little jealous. More so with Day Low Rain.
>>174949
Posey finds High Sewn in the process of locking up the store. When the situation is explained to her, she says
"Really? You want me to go into the vipers nest?" And after a pause "How do you not already have an ID anyways?"
>>174961
There are so many different varieties of prey food here, more than Kira has ever seen, and far more than she can understand.
A mare behind the counter screams, and runs away.
>>174962
Mala has lowered his voice, potentially out of shame and certainly out of a desire that what he says is not heard by the others in the room.
The first part is certainly "I wish we had" and the last word is cut off, but probably "hippogriff"
>>174959
>She makes it
Damn. I wanted to play this clip https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9auXBz-02Jk&pp=ygUQaG93IGVtYmFycmFzc2luZw%3D%3D
Lament and Day Low Rain are actually impressed by Posey's story, though probably a little jealous. More so with Day Low Rain.
>>174949
Posey finds High Sewn in the process of locking up the store. When the situation is explained to her, she says
"Really? You want me to go into the vipers nest?" And after a pause "How do you not already have an ID anyways?"
>>174961
There are so many different varieties of prey food here, more than Kira has ever seen, and far more than she can understand.
A mare behind the counter screams, and runs away.
>>174962
Mala has lowered his voice, potentially out of shame and certainly out of a desire that what he says is not heard by the others in the room.
The first part is certainly "I wish we had" and the last word is cut off, but probably "hippogriff"
>>174963
"Vipers nest? You mean they don't like you?" Amber instantly regrets bringing up the question, knowing the negativity hurts her chances of getting help. "Well, I just don't have one. I got a birth certificate, but that's back home with my folks. Fer some reason I wasn't asked fer it at the train station when I got here, and I found out I needed one two nights ago when I got stopped by the poh-leece when I was walking home. I don't want any trouble with the law so I figured it's best to get one right now."
It could have been two nights ago or just the night before, but I forgot
"Vipers nest? You mean they don't like you?" Amber instantly regrets bringing up the question, knowing the negativity hurts her chances of getting help. "Well, I just don't have one. I got a birth certificate, but that's back home with my folks. Fer some reason I wasn't asked fer it at the train station when I got here, and I found out I needed one two nights ago when I got stopped by the poh-leece when I was walking home. I don't want any trouble with the law so I figured it's best to get one right now."
It could have been two nights ago or just the night before, but I forgot
>>174964
"Of course they don't like any small business mare. And be grateful that officer couldn't be bothered to do his job that day, or maybe you got on too late to be checked. And yes, if you don't have one, they may detain you." She looks down at Amber
"Although you are kind of small and... cute. So I can se why they just let you go."
"Of course they don't like any small business mare. And be grateful that officer couldn't be bothered to do his job that day, or maybe you got on too late to be checked. And yes, if you don't have one, they may detain you." She looks down at Amber
"Although you are kind of small and... cute. So I can se why they just let you go."
>>174965
"I don't want to be detained…." Amber says morosely, sitting on the ground with her ears sagging. "I'm not sure how this is supposed to help anypony. The guard says I could be a criminal trying to get a new identity, but I don't know how a criminal would look like me, let alone go to a government office."
"I don't want to be detained…." Amber says morosely, sitting on the ground with her ears sagging. "I'm not sure how this is supposed to help anypony. The guard says I could be a criminal trying to get a new identity, but I don't know how a criminal would look like me, let alone go to a government office."
>>174966
"What, you don't think a criminal can be a cute little button like you?" She looks at Amber, and blinks. "All the same, they want to restrict the movement of Equestrians. And this is part of how they do it. You need a passport now just to leave the city."
"What, you don't think a criminal can be a cute little button like you?" She looks at Amber, and blinks. "All the same, they want to restrict the movement of Equestrians. And this is part of how they do it. You need a passport now just to leave the city."
>>174967
She is taken aback. "I've never heard of such a thing. And you're saying I couldn't go home now if I wanted to?"
She is taken aback. "I've never heard of such a thing. And you're saying I couldn't go home now if I wanted to?"
>>174969
"Good thing I don't need to go home, but I do need an ID. How can I get one before it becomes a problem?"
"Good thing I don't need to go home, but I do need an ID. How can I get one before it becomes a problem?"
>>174973
She taps her hooves together as she replies, "The guard won't trust me and demands that I bring someone along who can tell him who I am. I'm sorry for the inconvenience but you're the only one I could find in time."
She taps her hooves together as she replies, "The guard won't trust me and demands that I bring someone along who can tell him who I am. I'm sorry for the inconvenience but you're the only one I could find in time."
>>174963
Indeed, she is learning that the shear variety of prey foods that exists far exceeds what she could have imagined prior to this. It really is more than just grain and flowers! She tries to wave to the mare before she runs away.
Indeed, she is learning that the shear variety of prey foods that exists far exceeds what she could have imagined prior to this. It really is more than just grain and flowers! She tries to wave to the mare before she runs away.
>>174963
Hmm. Concerning. Oh, right! Silver checks to see if they still have some of that gator meat from when they had an impromptu hunting session while looking for treasure.
Hmm. Concerning. Oh, right! Silver checks to see if they still have some of that gator meat from when they had an impromptu hunting session while looking for treasure.
>>174977
Now Amber owes High Sewn not one but two favors.
"Thank you so much. Let's hurry before they close," she says thankfully.
Now Amber owes High Sewn not one but two favors.
"Thank you so much. Let's hurry before they close," she says thankfully.
>>174977
"Oh, I've got this!"
Survival: Lifting her head up into the air, Kira smells the air with her nose and tastes it with her tongue, letting them both lead her to the spice aisle.
The result from the flubbed up post was 19, but just in case...
[1d20+10 = (7+10) = 17]
"Oh, I've got this!"
Survival: Lifting her head up into the air, Kira smells the air with her nose and tastes it with her tongue, letting them both lead her to the spice aisle.
The result from the flubbed up post was 19, but just in case...
[1d20+10 = (7+10) = 17]
>>174979
High Sewn trots along at a pace slower than Amber would like.
When they get there, the bat pony stallion acting as guard explains that yes, having High Sewn there is probably enough, but they have to go inside, down the hall for the paperwork. High Sewn is required to present her own ID, which she rolls her eyes at. Both ponies are patted down before being let in, and High Sewn's purse is searched. Amber experiences a kind of pat down like what happened with her encounter with the patrol. High Sewn at first complains that her dress is going to be wrinkled, then moves her skirt up, then makes remarks about "hiding contraband," and after about 30 seconds it becomes clear to the guard that she's trying to get him to run his hooves along her hindquarters more than necessary. This irritates him and he terminates the search, letting the two ponies inside
High Sewn trots along at a pace slower than Amber would like.
When they get there, the bat pony stallion acting as guard explains that yes, having High Sewn there is probably enough, but they have to go inside, down the hall for the paperwork. High Sewn is required to present her own ID, which she rolls her eyes at. Both ponies are patted down before being let in, and High Sewn's purse is searched. Amber experiences a kind of pat down like what happened with her encounter with the patrol. High Sewn at first complains that her dress is going to be wrinkled, then moves her skirt up, then makes remarks about "hiding contraband," and after about 30 seconds it becomes clear to the guard that she's trying to get him to run his hooves along her hindquarters more than necessary. This irritates him and he terminates the search, letting the two ponies inside
>>174982
Amber thinks about mentioning she has a second job to get to, but thinks better of it. High Sewn isn't the sort of pony who likes to be rushed. She can't hide her surprise at High Sewn's act. She makes a mental note that it seems to work, though it's doubtful that Mustard would ever approve, and there's an underlying fear that a future searcher wouldn't hold back.
The younger mare trots down to the relevant office, hurriedly looking in with a hope that this can be over with quickly.
Amber thinks about mentioning she has a second job to get to, but thinks better of it. High Sewn isn't the sort of pony who likes to be rushed. She can't hide her surprise at High Sewn's act. She makes a mental note that it seems to work, though it's doubtful that Mustard would ever approve, and there's an underlying fear that a future searcher wouldn't hold back.
The younger mare trots down to the relevant office, hurriedly looking in with a hope that this can be over with quickly.
>>174983
Silver turns to Mala to speak.
"Does pan-fried gator sound good? Or do you want something else?"
Silver turns to Mala to speak.
"Does pan-fried gator sound good? Or do you want something else?"
>>174983
"Follow me!" Excitedly, Kira slithers over to the spices. Now these she does actually have some experience with. While lamias usually just eat their prey whole, sometimes they enjoy something a bit fancier prepared with spices. Plus, prey animals especially value spices even more than lamias, making them excellent trade goods.
"Follow me!" Excitedly, Kira slithers over to the spices. Now these she does actually have some experience with. While lamias usually just eat their prey whole, sometimes they enjoy something a bit fancier prepared with spices. Plus, prey animals especially value spices even more than lamias, making them excellent trade goods.
>>174984
High Sewn gives a little pouty frown at the stallion - a charcoal grey bat pony a decade and a half younger than her - with an indeterminable degree of sincerity. The building must have been a bank or something before its conversion, with a large lobby, and direction down a marbled floor hallway until another room with a reception area is reached. There, Amber has to explain what she's trying to do - again - to an orange unicorn and a griffin (yes, a dreaded griffin). High Sewn has to write some kind of statement, and then swear to it, which irritates her.
>>174985
"That sounds good" Mala says, his tail moving side to side.
Khoi seems to finish her toast, and moves to go upstairs
>>174986
You can also just put powdered spice on a whole animal.
Neela moves over to the spice rack and looks through it. Kira, however, can see the problem. Neela voices the concern that Kira is no doubt thinking:
"Where is the cumin? The turmeric? The cinnamon? The ginger?!"
High Sewn gives a little pouty frown at the stallion - a charcoal grey bat pony a decade and a half younger than her - with an indeterminable degree of sincerity. The building must have been a bank or something before its conversion, with a large lobby, and direction down a marbled floor hallway until another room with a reception area is reached. There, Amber has to explain what she's trying to do - again - to an orange unicorn and a griffin (yes, a dreaded griffin). High Sewn has to write some kind of statement, and then swear to it, which irritates her.
>>174985
"That sounds good" Mala says, his tail moving side to side.
Khoi seems to finish her toast, and moves to go upstairs
>>174986
You can also just put powdered spice on a whole animal.
Neela moves over to the spice rack and looks through it. Kira, however, can see the problem. Neela voices the concern that Kira is no doubt thinking:
"Where is the cumin? The turmeric? The cinnamon? The ginger?!"
>>174987
To the batpony's credit he seems to have self-restraint.
Aren't we fighting against the griffons? Why am I suspect and not him? Amber has to wonder. She doesn't raise any of her frustrations as she's just glad her boss is helping with the process. Having her ID will bring much-needed relief to her mind.
To the batpony's credit he seems to have self-restraint.
Aren't we fighting against the griffons? Why am I suspect and not him? Amber has to wonder. She doesn't raise any of her frustrations as she's just glad her boss is helping with the process. Having her ID will bring much-needed relief to her mind.
>>174987
Khoi leaving is understandable, as the kitchen is about to be filled with the smell of cooking meat.
Silver gets out a couple gator steaks (I'm assuming they've been cut into steaks), as well as some salt and pepper. Using paper towels, he pats the meat dry before generously seasoning both sides of the steaks. He then grabs a frying pan, either of stainless steel or cast iron, and puts it on the stove at medium-high heat until the pan gets very hot. He adds some oil to the pan, and heats it until it shimmers and moves fluidly. He carefully puts the steaks in the pan, releasing them away from him so he's not splattered by hot oil. They sizzle nicely, and Mala can already smell the heat start to work its magic on the steaks. He leaves them alone to sear and for the seasoning to make a nice brown crust on the surface, and about 3 to 4 minutes later flips them to do the same on the other side. When there's about a minute left for them to cook, Silver adds some butter and thyme to the pan to further flavor the steaks.
When they're finished cooking, Silver transfers the rare to medium-rare steaks to a plate and sets it on the table for Mala along with a knife, a fork, and a napkin.
Khoi leaving is understandable, as the kitchen is about to be filled with the smell of cooking meat.
Silver gets out a couple gator steaks (I'm assuming they've been cut into steaks), as well as some salt and pepper. Using paper towels, he pats the meat dry before generously seasoning both sides of the steaks. He then grabs a frying pan, either of stainless steel or cast iron, and puts it on the stove at medium-high heat until the pan gets very hot. He adds some oil to the pan, and heats it until it shimmers and moves fluidly. He carefully puts the steaks in the pan, releasing them away from him so he's not splattered by hot oil. They sizzle nicely, and Mala can already smell the heat start to work its magic on the steaks. He leaves them alone to sear and for the seasoning to make a nice brown crust on the surface, and about 3 to 4 minutes later flips them to do the same on the other side. When there's about a minute left for them to cook, Silver adds some butter and thyme to the pan to further flavor the steaks.
When they're finished cooking, Silver transfers the rare to medium-rare steaks to a plate and sets it on the table for Mala along with a knife, a fork, and a napkin.
>>174989
Garlic, Pepper, red pepper, citric acid, oregano, thyme, rosemary, basil, salt, and poppy seed. Kira is not familiar with many of these.
>>174988
Amber has to sit still, get her picture taken by the griffin, fill out an application....
Roll die for luck for how long the process takes.
>>174990
Mala sticks around, and probably needs to be told that yes, he should wait until the steaks are at least partly cooked. (The gator meat was frozen). Jubilosa and Clipping look onwards at Silver from the dining area.
Garlic, Pepper, red pepper, citric acid, oregano, thyme, rosemary, basil, salt, and poppy seed. Kira is not familiar with many of these.
>>174988
Amber has to sit still, get her picture taken by the griffin, fill out an application....
Roll die for luck for how long the process takes.
>>174990
Mala sticks around, and probably needs to be told that yes, he should wait until the steaks are at least partly cooked. (The gator meat was frozen). Jubilosa and Clipping look onwards at Silver from the dining area.
>>174992
They are laminating the document now, and the unicorn casts some kind of spell on it to infuse it with magic.
Every moment lasts an eternity as Amber worries about whether or not she will make it to her next job in time. But with the process nearing its end, Amber has hope that if she runs fast enough, she might not be too late.
They are laminating the document now, and the unicorn casts some kind of spell on it to infuse it with magic.
Every moment lasts an eternity as Amber worries about whether or not she will make it to her next job in time. But with the process nearing its end, Amber has hope that if she runs fast enough, she might not be too late.
>>174993
And I'm back. Should be no further interruptions
This is important. Salty Mixer will understand, surely, Amber repeats to herself. That's one nice aspect of unicorns at least, being able to laminate documents quickly.
And I'm back. Should be no further interruptions
This is important. Salty Mixer will understand, surely, Amber repeats to herself. That's one nice aspect of unicorns at least, being able to laminate documents quickly.
>>174991
Hmm. Might still be worth trying them out, Kira is sufficiently curious.
Survival: Kira tries sniffing and tasting the air one more time, this time specifically searching for any notes of cumin, turmeric, cinnamon, or ginger.
[1d20+10 = (15+10) = 25]
Hmm. Might still be worth trying them out, Kira is sufficiently curious.
Survival: Kira tries sniffing and tasting the air one more time, this time specifically searching for any notes of cumin, turmeric, cinnamon, or ginger.
[1d20+10 = (15+10) = 25]
>>174991
Once the steaks are cooked and in front of Mala, Silver turns and smiles to his griffon and the injured stallion at his table.
"Alright, anyone else want anything?"
Once the steaks are cooked and in front of Mala, Silver turns and smiles to his griffon and the injured stallion at his table.
"Alright, anyone else want anything?"
>>174994
Technically… a machine is laminating the card. The unicorn’s magic is doing something else that’s harder to discern.
Kira flicks her tongue in the air. She can taste the herbs the ponies categorize as spice… for some reason… and also… is that cumin? Wait. No. That’s Neela. Not sure why she’d smell like cumin. But she definitely smells like a cervine. A rather tasty cervine…
Kira can taste chili powder, some kind of chemical that’s presumably used to clean the floors, and the pervasive smell of ponies. It’s a good thing Kira is not habituated to associate the smell of equines with food, because otherwise, the smell would be maddening.
But there are no familiar spices.
>>174996
Clipping raises a hoof.
“More pancake.”
And then Jubilosa says,
“Maybe some of what you are cooking.”
Technically… a machine is laminating the card. The unicorn’s magic is doing something else that’s harder to discern.
Kira flicks her tongue in the air. She can taste the herbs the ponies categorize as spice… for some reason… and also… is that cumin? Wait. No. That’s Neela. Not sure why she’d smell like cumin. But she definitely smells like a cervine. A rather tasty cervine…
Kira can taste chili powder, some kind of chemical that’s presumably used to clean the floors, and the pervasive smell of ponies. It’s a good thing Kira is not habituated to associate the smell of equines with food, because otherwise, the smell would be maddening.
But there are no familiar spices.
>>174996
Clipping raises a hoof.
“More pancake.”
And then Jubilosa says,
“Maybe some of what you are cooking.”
>>174998
The unicorn answers
"A kind of 'water mark' if you will. To help discern real IDs from fakes and prevent forgeries."
The unicorn answers
"A kind of 'water mark' if you will. To help discern real IDs from fakes and prevent forgeries."
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