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>>174401Looking over to the backroom, High Sewn is still there, sewing something.
Amber hears the sound of something fall to the floor, and sees the stallion running for the door.
>>174402She knew it! Amber gallops to beat him to the door and attempts a grapple.
>>174403Amber has an advantage in trying to catch him, partly because she’s likely faster than him, but mostly because he has to stop to try to open the door.
Roll GrappleBase attack plus strength >>174400>"One of ours. It’s beautiful.""Glad to see you're still awake." Posey chides
"It looks like the Separatists have really settled in since the war cooled down. They're running the place now." Posey continues
>>174405>>174405NOT SEPERATISTS. Independent. Republicans. The yelling is not only loud, it startles birds, causing them to rise.
”They are still here…Why are they still here?””Can it take us away from here?””That’s a two seater trainer. No.””We all fit in a bag now. Yes it can.”The ghosts continue, with their voices becoming inaudible
>>174406I think her grapple is better than that. Add base attack bonus.
[1d20+2 = (20+2) = 22] >>174406>>174407But the stallion makes his way out the door, and closes it on Amber
>>174407Posey continues toward the boat, letting the drowners go ahead of her as she observed the plane.
"Flying machines... I was never into them, but it looks like they're here to stay, for now at least."
>>174407Amber opens the door, and chases after the shoplifter. "Stop, thief!" she cries out.
>>174410The pony does not stop, but starts running. Amber could likely over take him in a straight run, and he can’t turn without Amber seeing. Does she chase? Run him off? Recover the dresses?
>>174409The drowners, however, seem distressed by the sight of the planes.
They continue until they come to the river. The frisbees don’t need to be told where to go, they get in the water and turn left. She can see it from where she stands: the ship.
>>174411Recovering the dresses is the important part, since it's her boss's livelihood. Running while holding a dress, let alone three, isn't easy, and she's confident she can get him to drop them.
>>174411Posey observes the drowners as they board the ship.
She draws her compound bow.
>>174412The dresses are strewn across his back, across his neck, and still held in his mouth. They lean towards the left, and may fall off or be thrown aside soon. The stallion looks back towards Amber, before looking forward again. He continues straight, though soon he may have the chance to run into the street, or an alley, or into another store.
The question is, what will Amber do?
>>174414Well, she knows a little bit more of the area than she did last time. She gallops along the curb and tries to get alongside him to steer him into one alley which she knows to be a dead end.
>>174391Still smiling, Kira replies, "I'm from Southeastern Zebrica. I don't know where the 'Steps of the Gods' are or what gods you are referring to, but it sounds nice!"
>>174391Silver grabs the toast and puts it on a plate for Khoi. Hmm...it doesn't
seem like the crunchy, golden brown slices of bread are going to immediately attack her. And there's a nice smell coming from them...
Silver also presents her with the peanut butter, jam, and butter, with butter knives for all three options, explaining, "You can eat toast as is, but most ponies have it with one of these spread across a side. Foals especially love having one toast with peanut butter and one toast with jam as a sandwich."
>>174413The drowners find the ladder going up the side of the ship, and then climb it
[1d2 = 1][1d2 = 2] >>174421Entering onto the deck, they move around to the door, and kick through
[1d20+2 = (10+2) = 12][1d20+3 = (5+3) = 8][1d20+3 = (6+3) = 9] Can Posey see what's going on?
>>174439As it is, the two drowners go through the door and disappear into the ship. It's only a few seconds before she hears an infernal growl, electrical charges, yelps, and then high caliber gunshots.
[1d20+6 = (3+6) = 9]
[1d20+6 = (15+6) = 21]
[1d20+5 = (10+5) = 15]
>>174440>infernal growlGonna roll Knowledge (the planes) to see if Posey recognizes this otherworldly entity.
[1d20+3[
>>174439There are screams. After about a minute, a lone drowner comes through the door, dragging a dying grey diamond dog, still wearing his jacket. The drowner is itself almost destroyed, having been sliced, shot, and with visible electrical burns.
>>174444It’s the same water-ghast Posey has been dealing with
>>174446"Excellent work. Now bring him here."
>>174447The diamond dog is the same one from earlier that had the trident and fled. It is bit, has flesh dangling from its arms, and is likely to bleed out soon.
>>174448"So, we meet again." Posey says, with a bit of a smug grin, her inner malice shining through.
>It is bit, has flesh dangling from its arms, and is likely to bleed out soon."Looks like we won't have time for a ceremony. Be a dear and hold him down." She commands the ghoul.
She looks down at the dying dog
"You wouldn't happen to be a virgin, would you?"
>>174417Amber moves up a bit to the right, and not quite parallel to the stallion. She nudges him, but fails to push him into the alley
[1d3 = 2]>>174449He looks at her with horror, then disgust, then… bewilderment. He seems to intend to say “no,” if he intended to say anything at all.
The ghoul, which is clearly not doing well on its own, holds him down
>>174450>>174417Two dresses fall off of the back of the rapscallion
>>174446F
>>174449oh no
>>174450>>174451Amber stops, stares at the retreating stallion with contempt, and picks up the two dresses before heading back to the shop. She sighs in disappointment at being unable to catch the shoplifter, or even get all the dresses. At least she got something, and scared him off.