The next big quest with everypony in it is coming soon (TM)
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>>175682
In the kitchen is extra goulash and other stew, mashed potatoes, and assorted dishes. There's also bread.
In the kitchen is extra goulash and other stew, mashed potatoes, and assorted dishes. There's also bread.
>>175681
It's just the priest and the one assistant.
"This needs no witness but the Angel." He says. A candle burns below a brass statue of a peacock in the location behind where the altar would have been.
The ghast pushes in Sasha, who is oddly stiff and drags her paws against the ground standing upright. Her eyes are wide open, and are more discolored even than before.
It's just the priest and the one assistant.
"This needs no witness but the Angel." He says. A candle burns below a brass statue of a peacock in the location behind where the altar would have been.
The ghast pushes in Sasha, who is oddly stiff and drags her paws against the ground standing upright. Her eyes are wide open, and are more discolored even than before.
>>175685
Price Run gives Amber a dirty look to the side.
Mustard Trim walks up, in his uniform, naturally. His tail wags.
"Hey, Amber"
Price Run gives Amber a dirty look to the side.
Mustard Trim walks up, in his uniform, naturally. His tail wags.
"Hey, Amber"
>>175684
>who is oddly stiff and drags her paws against the ground standing upright. Her eyes are wide open, and are more discolored even than before
Posey sees this, and decides that she's not about to let take her subject before she's done with her.
>"Paralyze her, without killing her."
Posey wordlessly commands the ghast
Posey squints at her grimoire and behind murmuring something intelligible in abyssal as ghast does it's jobs and drags Sasha forward.
"Any help would be appreciated...!" she says to the priest between between tongues
Muh buff spells
>who is oddly stiff and drags her paws against the ground standing upright. Her eyes are wide open, and are more discolored even than before
Posey sees this, and decides that she's not about to let take her subject before she's done with her.
>"Paralyze her, without killing her."
Posey wordlessly commands the ghast
Posey squints at her grimoire and behind murmuring something intelligible in abyssal as ghast does it's jobs and drags Sasha forward.
"Any help would be appreciated...!" she says to the priest between between tongues
Muh buff spells
>>175686
Amber worries about how much he suspects her. A customer running off due to spicy food probably makes the rounds pretty easily.
Mustard lifts her spirits again. "Hi Mustard! We didn't get much chance to chat earlier. How was your day?"
Amber worries about how much he suspects her. A customer running off due to spicy food probably makes the rounds pretty easily.
Mustard lifts her spirits again. "Hi Mustard! We didn't get much chance to chat earlier. How was your day?"
>>175687
The ghast bites her, though with little obvious reaction on Sasha
"What help do you need?" The priest asks
>>175688
Mustard looks down, "A bit hard... with math, and... customers" Then he looks up. "But it's better with you now. You were a bit later than I expected... I hoped you would be here early."
The ghast bites her, though with little obvious reaction on Sasha
"What help do you need?" The priest asks
>>175688
Mustard looks down, "A bit hard... with math, and... customers" Then he looks up. "But it's better with you now. You were a bit later than I expected... I hoped you would be here early."
>>175689
Amber's ears dip as she smiles at him. "After my first job I needed to pick up an ID card. It took me a little while but I'm glad to have gotten that done. Was it important?"
Amber's ears dip as she smiles at him. "After my first job I needed to pick up an ID card. It took me a little while but I'm glad to have gotten that done. Was it important?"
>>175689
She requested Desecrate by name earlier.
"Odds of, success will increase if the grounds are sanctified for the offering. I could also use any blessing or orisons you can muster up, something for good fortune or knowledge." Posey says, as she flips through her grimoire, the blackened veins appearing on her forehead betraying her own nervousness
She looks up at the peacock idol, as is second-guessing her decision to come here for this gruesome act of charity
"Things like this aren't easy. There's no telling what could happen if the spirit does not accept our offering..."
She requested Desecrate by name earlier.
"Odds of, success will increase if the grounds are sanctified for the offering. I could also use any blessing or orisons you can muster up, something for good fortune or knowledge." Posey says, as she flips through her grimoire, the blackened veins appearing on her forehead betraying her own nervousness
She looks up at the peacock idol, as is second-guessing her decision to come here for this gruesome act of charity
"Things like this aren't easy. There's no telling what could happen if the spirit does not accept our offering..."
>>175690
With a wince, his ears go back, then back up, and he pulls a hoof up and back apprehensively, before grabbing onto a glass of water he begins to drink
"You didn't already have an ID card?" He asks, genuinely surprised. He takes a sip of water. "How did you manage that?"
>>175691
"Of course we've sanctified out temple. Did you think we would not?" He replies
"The bridge to the other world may be crossed only one way. I've never heard of the angel allowing anyone back."
With a wince, his ears go back, then back up, and he pulls a hoof up and back apprehensively, before grabbing onto a glass of water he begins to drink
"You didn't already have an ID card?" He asks, genuinely surprised. He takes a sip of water. "How did you manage that?"
>>175691
"Of course we've sanctified out temple. Did you think we would not?" He replies
"The bridge to the other world may be crossed only one way. I've never heard of the angel allowing anyone back."
>>175692
She frowns with worry at the offense he seems to have taken.
"I…just did? I didn't know I had to have one until a couple nights ago, when I was stopped by police. They weren't too accusative but I was still sternly talked to. I just couldn't put it off any longer."
She frowns with worry at the offense he seems to have taken.
"I…just did? I didn't know I had to have one until a couple nights ago, when I was stopped by police. They weren't too accusative but I was still sternly talked to. I just couldn't put it off any longer."
>>175693
To clarify, he looked like that before discussion of the ID. If he's offended, that's probably not the reason.
"Huh. I didn't know you were stopped." Another wincing smile. "First time?" And after a pause, "They made us get them during that big revolt last September. Came into our town... We got them... I guess that explains why you weren't here earlier. I didn't know they missed your town. Err... Hamlet"
To clarify, he looked like that before discussion of the ID. If he's offended, that's probably not the reason.
"Huh. I didn't know you were stopped." Another wincing smile. "First time?" And after a pause, "They made us get them during that big revolt last September. Came into our town... We got them... I guess that explains why you weren't here earlier. I didn't know they missed your town. Err... Hamlet"
Fuck it. Enough stalling.
"Well, I guess it's time to see if diamond dogs really do have diamonds in them..."
Posey proceeds with the ceremony as she reads from her tome, which sounds like a series of animalistic growls and gutteral moans, punctuated by shrieking howls. She does this for a long period of time, but visibly hurries as she races to outrun the death of her subject.
At the end of her ceremony, Posey's words become more intelligible, and she closes her tome, chanting a poem of her own writing:
"In the shadows deep, where the darkness bleeds, We call upon the ancient needs, Y̴̤͍͕̪̣̲̯̍̐̅̊ȇ̶̢̛̛̘̦̦̑͒̽̀̎̍̑͗̚͠E̷̪͎̖͕̭͎̥̐̓̉͒̓͐͋̉́̉̇̅̚̕̚͜n̵̖͇͋́̎̐͋͒͆͝Ơ̴̛̤̖̯̲͂͌̏̒̈͋͌̌͋g̶̢͉̬̠̣̭̳͙̹̝͈͆̔̓̏̈́͘͜ͅH̴͕̮͛͗ù̵̱̮̘̖͍̹̙͎̼̦̣̉̓͊̎́̿̇̕̕͘̕͘̕, Lord of the Abyssal Maw, We offer this life to thy dreadful claw.
By the glint of diamond and the howl of night, We seek your favor, dark and bright, The flesh of the beast, the spirit of dread, To stir the dead from their shadowed bed.
O Harbinger of Despair and Wrath, Hear us in this unholy path, Agire, rise from the earth so cold, In the name of sacrifice, behold.
To you, Y̴̤͍͕̪̣̲̯̍̐̅̊ȇ̶̢̛̛̘̦̦̑͒̽̀̎̍̑͗̚͠E̷̪͎̖͕̭͎̥̐̓̉͒̓͐͋̉́̉̇̅̚̕̚͜n̵̖͇͋́̎̐͋͒͆͝Ơ̴̛̤̖̯̲͂͌̏̒̈͋͌̌͋g̶̢͉̬̠̣̭̳͙̹̝͈͆̔̓̏̈́͘͜ͅH̴͕̮͛͗ù̵̱̮̘̖͍̹̙͎̼̦̣̉̓͊̎́̿̇̕̕͘̕͘̕, the Hyena’s might, We surrender this life to the endless night, Grant us the boon, the ancient rite, To summon forth the cleric's light.
By the blood we shed and the darkness we cast, Let the veil of the grave be torn at last, We beseech thee, heed our sacrificial plea, And let Agire rise, set the fallen free.
Oh Y̴̤͍͕̪̣̲̯̍̐̅̊ȇ̶̢̛̛̘̦̦̑͒̽̀̎̍̑͗̚͠E̷̪͎̖͕̭͎̥̐̓̉͒̓͐͋̉́̉̇̅̚̕̚͜n̵̖͇͋́̎̐͋͒͆͝Ơ̴̛̤̖̯̲͂͌̏̒̈͋͌̌͋g̶̢͉̬̠̣̭̳͙̹̝͈͆̔̓̏̈́͘͜ͅH̴͕̮͛͗ù̵̱̮̘̖͍̹̙͎̼̦̣̉̓͊̎́̿̇̕̕͘̕͘̕, great Avenging Angel, Beast who prowls the realm beyond the gray! Y̴̤͍͕̪̣̲̯̍̐̅̊ȇ̶̢̛̛̘̦̦̑͒̽̀̎̍̑͗̚͠E̷̪͎̖͕̭͎̥̐̓̉͒̓͐͋̉́̉̇̅̚̕̚͜n̵̖͇͋́̎̐͋͒͆͝Ơ̴̛̤̖̯̲͂͌̏̒̈͋͌̌͋g̶̢͉̬̠̣̭̳͙̹̝͈͆̔̓̏̈́͘͜ͅH̴͕̮͛͗ù̵̱̮̘̖͍̹̙͎̼̦̣̉̓͊̎́̿̇̕̕͘̕͘̕, favored Son of L̸̘̯͙̮̼͇͇̦̲̭̭͇̘̗̼̼͒̀̋͊̂̄́̅̊̃́̒̀̚͜á̴̗̪̟̰̳͖̖̂̂̍̂Ṁ̴̧͎̭̺̟̤͚͓̜̳̦̌̂̓̈̍̂͜a̶̢̨̜̭̳̫̠͍͈̖͖̅̄̎̊̃͆͋̎͛̈́S̴̫͈̣̫͉̃͋͗̈́̉̍͌̊͑̓̃͗̆̚͝ḥ̵͉̱̰̖̪̠͚̰̝͈̺͇̲͇̳͗͂̆̍̐̈͌̿̍͊́́̐͑̑̂̕͜Ṱ̵̢̭̱̥͎̩̱̟͙͔̤̤̼̉̇̌̓̅͊͘̕̚ͅu̸̢̢̹̰̝̞̫̣̜̙͙̩͕̖̟͎̥̅̔̆͌̀͗̎͗̔̕̚͝͝, let us hear you Howl, for what you smell before you is your Prey!"
She then draws her knife and plunges it into her own chest, leaving it embedded in her chest as she coughs up rotten blood while gurgling the somatic components for a spell.
Posey expends two spell slots with versatile spellcaster to cast Necrotic Bloat, the cyst she implanted in Sasha's chest swelling to enormous size, dealing 8d6 damage (no saving throws), half of which is vile
[8d6 = 32]
She then immediately rips the knife out of her own chest and pierces it into the cyst, popping it in a shower of gore as a coup-de-grace
And now, the moment of truth (refer to >>175669 for any additional mods that apply)
[1d20+20 = (14+20) = 34]
[Read more] "Well, I guess it's time to see if diamond dogs really do have diamonds in them..."
Posey proceeds with the ceremony as she reads from her tome, which sounds like a series of animalistic growls and gutteral moans, punctuated by shrieking howls. She does this for a long period of time, but visibly hurries as she races to outrun the death of her subject.
At the end of her ceremony, Posey's words become more intelligible, and she closes her tome, chanting a poem of her own writing:
"In the shadows deep, where the darkness bleeds, We call upon the ancient needs, Y̴̤͍͕̪̣̲̯̍̐̅̊ȇ̶̢̛̛̘̦̦̑͒̽̀̎̍̑͗̚͠E̷̪͎̖͕̭͎̥̐̓̉͒̓͐͋̉́̉̇̅̚̕̚͜n̵̖͇͋́̎̐͋͒͆͝Ơ̴̛̤̖̯̲͂͌̏̒̈͋͌̌͋g̶̢͉̬̠̣̭̳͙̹̝͈͆̔̓̏̈́͘͜ͅH̴͕̮͛͗ù̵̱̮̘̖͍̹̙͎̼̦̣̉̓͊̎́̿̇̕̕͘̕͘̕, Lord of the Abyssal Maw, We offer this life to thy dreadful claw.
By the glint of diamond and the howl of night, We seek your favor, dark and bright, The flesh of the beast, the spirit of dread, To stir the dead from their shadowed bed.
O Harbinger of Despair and Wrath, Hear us in this unholy path, Agire, rise from the earth so cold, In the name of sacrifice, behold.
To you, Y̴̤͍͕̪̣̲̯̍̐̅̊ȇ̶̢̛̛̘̦̦̑͒̽̀̎̍̑͗̚͠E̷̪͎̖͕̭͎̥̐̓̉͒̓͐͋̉́̉̇̅̚̕̚͜n̵̖͇͋́̎̐͋͒͆͝Ơ̴̛̤̖̯̲͂͌̏̒̈͋͌̌͋g̶̢͉̬̠̣̭̳͙̹̝͈͆̔̓̏̈́͘͜ͅH̴͕̮͛͗ù̵̱̮̘̖͍̹̙͎̼̦̣̉̓͊̎́̿̇̕̕͘̕͘̕, the Hyena’s might, We surrender this life to the endless night, Grant us the boon, the ancient rite, To summon forth the cleric's light.
By the blood we shed and the darkness we cast, Let the veil of the grave be torn at last, We beseech thee, heed our sacrificial plea, And let Agire rise, set the fallen free.
Oh Y̴̤͍͕̪̣̲̯̍̐̅̊ȇ̶̢̛̛̘̦̦̑͒̽̀̎̍̑͗̚͠E̷̪͎̖͕̭͎̥̐̓̉͒̓͐͋̉́̉̇̅̚̕̚͜n̵̖͇͋́̎̐͋͒͆͝Ơ̴̛̤̖̯̲͂͌̏̒̈͋͌̌͋g̶̢͉̬̠̣̭̳͙̹̝͈͆̔̓̏̈́͘͜ͅH̴͕̮͛͗ù̵̱̮̘̖͍̹̙͎̼̦̣̉̓͊̎́̿̇̕̕͘̕͘̕, great Avenging Angel, Beast who prowls the realm beyond the gray! Y̴̤͍͕̪̣̲̯̍̐̅̊ȇ̶̢̛̛̘̦̦̑͒̽̀̎̍̑͗̚͠E̷̪͎̖͕̭͎̥̐̓̉͒̓͐͋̉́̉̇̅̚̕̚͜n̵̖͇͋́̎̐͋͒͆͝Ơ̴̛̤̖̯̲͂͌̏̒̈͋͌̌͋g̶̢͉̬̠̣̭̳͙̹̝͈͆̔̓̏̈́͘͜ͅH̴͕̮͛͗ù̵̱̮̘̖͍̹̙͎̼̦̣̉̓͊̎́̿̇̕̕͘̕͘̕, favored Son of L̸̘̯͙̮̼͇͇̦̲̭̭͇̘̗̼̼͒̀̋͊̂̄́̅̊̃́̒̀̚͜á̴̗̪̟̰̳͖̖̂̂̍̂Ṁ̴̧͎̭̺̟̤͚͓̜̳̦̌̂̓̈̍̂͜a̶̢̨̜̭̳̫̠͍͈̖͖̅̄̎̊̃͆͋̎͛̈́S̴̫͈̣̫͉̃͋͗̈́̉̍͌̊͑̓̃͗̆̚͝ḥ̵͉̱̰̖̪̠͚̰̝͈̺͇̲͇̳͗͂̆̍̐̈͌̿̍͊́́̐͑̑̂̕͜Ṱ̵̢̭̱̥͎̩̱̟͙͔̤̤̼̉̇̌̓̅͊͘̕̚ͅu̸̢̢̹̰̝̞̫̣̜̙͙̩͕̖̟͎̥̅̔̆͌̀͗̎͗̔̕̚͝͝, let us hear you Howl, for what you smell before you is your Prey!"
She then draws her knife and plunges it into her own chest, leaving it embedded in her chest as she coughs up rotten blood while gurgling the somatic components for a spell.
Posey expends two spell slots with versatile spellcaster to cast Necrotic Bloat, the cyst she implanted in Sasha's chest swelling to enormous size, dealing 8d6 damage (no saving throws), half of which is vile
[8d6 = 32]
She then immediately rips the knife out of her own chest and pierces it into the cyst, popping it in a shower of gore as a coup-de-grace
And now, the moment of truth (refer to >>175669 for any additional mods that apply)
[1d20+20 = (14+20) = 34]
>>175695
>34
>target was 35
Gee, I really hope a friendly priest cast the lvl 0 Guidance orison to give me +1 to that skill check...
>34
>target was 35
Gee, I really hope a friendly priest cast the lvl 0 Guidance orison to give me +1 to that skill check...
>>175697
Posey has done her part. Does the Angel or whatever dark powers Posey was appealing to accept our offering?
Posey has done her part. Does the Angel or whatever dark powers Posey was appealing to accept our offering?
>>175697
Posey stands still as a corpse, covered in putrefied cyst blood, her golden eyes facing the peacock idol as she watches it in anticipation and fear.
Posey stands still as a corpse, covered in putrefied cyst blood, her golden eyes facing the peacock idol as she watches it in anticipation and fear.
>>175699
It's the offering, and not the angel, who does not cooperate. Black vile spills out of Sasha's chest, followed by a yellow pollen-like substance, and then a white mold-like powder. The hole in her chest gaps like the rotted-out hollow of a still-living oak tree - yet she turns her black-hole eyes towards Posey
"tlct tlct tlct tlct. AYEEAH!"
>>175700
No. They are kind of everywhere. More so then, in the Uprising."
It's the offering, and not the angel, who does not cooperate. Black vile spills out of Sasha's chest, followed by a yellow pollen-like substance, and then a white mold-like powder. The hole in her chest gaps like the rotted-out hollow of a still-living oak tree - yet she turns her black-hole eyes towards Posey
"tlct tlct tlct tlct. AYEEAH!"
>>175700
No. They are kind of everywhere. More so then, in the Uprising."
>>175702
I guess I'll roll religion to see what this means
[1d20+11 = (17+11) = 28]
Also going to roll Perform to see how well Posey sang her poem earlier
[1d20+8 = (10+8) = 18]
I guess I'll roll religion to see what this means
[1d20+11 = (17+11) = 28]
Also going to roll Perform to see how well Posey sang her poem earlier
[1d20+8 = (10+8) = 18]
>>175702
Posey ushers Gloomy to stay behind her, and telepathically commands the ghast to defend her from whatever is about to be unleashed.
Posey ushers Gloomy to stay behind her, and telepathically commands the ghast to defend her from whatever is about to be unleashed.
>>175706
"It is darn annoying, pardon my language," Amber agrees. She decides to steer the conversation back. "Well, why were you looking forward to my comin' early, besides us seein' each other?"
"It is darn annoying, pardon my language," Amber agrees. She decides to steer the conversation back. "Well, why were you looking forward to my comin' early, besides us seein' each other?"
>>175702
>who does not cooperate
Wait, is she not dead?! How did she survive 32 damage and a coup-de-grace?
The fortitude DC to survive the coup-de-grace would have been 10 + ([1d4+7 = (3+7) = 10] × 2)
>>175706
"Oh for the love of-!" Posey says
Posey immediately recasts her spell to finish off the dog [8d6+2 = (28+2) = 30], further bloating the cyst
>who does not cooperate
Wait, is she not dead?! How did she survive 32 damage and a coup-de-grace?
The fortitude DC to survive the coup-de-grace would have been 10 + ([1d4+7 = (3+7) = 10] × 2)
>>175706
"Oh for the love of-!" Posey says
Posey immediately recasts her spell to finish off the dog [8d6+2 = (28+2) = 30], further bloating the cyst
>>175707
“Well”, he looks down, then back up, with a smile that is at first awkward but then pleased.
“So we could spend time together in the back room.”
>>175708
Sasha proves a bit less helpless than her situation would imply. With a “crack,” she breaks her hands off, freeing her from the shackles. She isn’t paralyzed at all. The cyst has clearly burned through her chest cavity and removed what remained of her lungs, but it doesn’t slow her down. She now jumps back on all fours, minus the broken-off hands, and tilts her head looking at Posey. Her legs in the rear are bent to make up the difference in height, but the bones of her forearms grow down and out, extending her higher above the tile floor.
“Well”, he looks down, then back up, with a smile that is at first awkward but then pleased.
“So we could spend time together in the back room.”
>>175708
Sasha proves a bit less helpless than her situation would imply. With a “crack,” she breaks her hands off, freeing her from the shackles. She isn’t paralyzed at all. The cyst has clearly burned through her chest cavity and removed what remained of her lungs, but it doesn’t slow her down. She now jumps back on all fours, minus the broken-off hands, and tilts her head looking at Posey. Her legs in the rear are bent to make up the difference in height, but the bones of her forearms grow down and out, extending her higher above the tile floor.
>>175706
"Die, bitch!"
>>175708
That's another 15 points of vile damage
She's now taken 32 points of damage that cannot be healed by any means except within a hallowed area.
>>175709
(I would like to say that if she's undead right now, she technically still died, so our ceremony should have succeeded...)
I guess I'll roll initiative.
[1d20+10 = (20+10) = 30]
Posey lets out a sigh.
"It can never be easy now, can it?"
[Read more] "Die, bitch!"
>>175708
That's another 15 points of vile damage
She's now taken 32 points of damage that cannot be healed by any means except within a hallowed area.
>>175709
(I would like to say that if she's undead right now, she technically still died, so our ceremony should have succeeded...)
I guess I'll roll initiative.
[1d20+10 = (20+10) = 30]
Posey lets out a sigh.
"It can never be easy now, can it?"
>>175709
"Oh," she exclaims with an expression of surprise and a blush. She quickly looks off to the side and taps her hooves together. "I'm, heh, touched, but, erm, we already did that this week and I don't want Salt Mixer getting mad at me. I actually was 'bout to ask if there were any other tasks that need doin' around here," she replies with a nervous giggle.
"Oh," she exclaims with an expression of surprise and a blush. She quickly looks off to the side and taps her hooves together. "I'm, heh, touched, but, erm, we already did that this week and I don't want Salt Mixer getting mad at me. I actually was 'bout to ask if there were any other tasks that need doin' around here," she replies with a nervous giggle.
>>175709
I'm going to make an intelligence check as a free action to identify whatever monster I'm encountering
[1d20+3 = (19+3) = 22]
If it's undead, the mod is +11
I'm going to make an intelligence check as a free action to identify whatever monster I'm encountering
[1d20+3 = (19+3) = 22]
If it's undead, the mod is +11
"I would like to apologize, my dear Reverend, because things might get a little messier than expected. Don't worry though, I'm no stranger to things that refuse to die." Posey says, whirling her cape as she begins for battle.
(I'm going to need to step out soon)
>>175715
Amber's smile falters somewhat. Mustard's "lost puppy" stares always leave her on edge, weighing what she possibly could have said wrong. "A bit for your thoughts?" she asks after a little while, resuming her eating.
Amber's smile falters somewhat. Mustard's "lost puppy" stares always leave her on edge, weighing what she possibly could have said wrong. "A bit for your thoughts?" she asks after a little while, resuming her eating.
>>175715
>Best guess is plant or fungoid type.
That's alive, so it can be killed. The ceremony continues.
Posey has spent four of her lvl 2 slots dealing over 60 damage to the creature.
The ghast, under Posey's control, attacks the monster with teeth and claws
[1d20+5 = (16+5) = 21]
[1d20+3 = (12+3) = 15]
[1d20+3 = (6+3) = 9]
Posey expends her final lvl 2 slot to cast Inflict Moderate Wounds on the creature. It's flat-footed, so no attack of opportunity.
Touch attack
[1d20+8 = (10+8) = 18]
[Read more] >Best guess is plant or fungoid type.
That's alive, so it can be killed. The ceremony continues.
Posey has spent four of her lvl 2 slots dealing over 60 damage to the creature.
The ghast, under Posey's control, attacks the monster with teeth and claws
[1d20+5 = (16+5) = 21]
[1d20+3 = (12+3) = 15]
[1d20+3 = (6+3) = 9]
Posey expends her final lvl 2 slot to cast Inflict Moderate Wounds on the creature. It's flat-footed, so no attack of opportunity.
Touch attack
[1d20+8 = (10+8) = 18]
>>175717
"It's more of a saying. I don't have to give you a bit if you tell me what you're thinkin'. But I will, if you want me to. I just, uh, want to chat." Oh goddesses, is she rambling?
"It's more of a saying. I don't have to give you a bit if you tell me what you're thinkin'. But I will, if you want me to. I just, uh, want to chat." Oh goddesses, is she rambling?
GM, I'm sorry, but I have to step out now.
Rolling Posey's damage roll
[3d8+11 = (14+11) = 25]
Will half
The ghast is intelligent, so it's subject to undead commander. It deals +1d6 damage to the living while within Posey's aura.
Rolling for bite damage
[1d8+3 = (1+3) = 4] [1d6 = 3]
Rolling Posey's damage roll
[3d8+11 = (14+11) = 25]
Will half
The ghast is intelligent, so it's subject to undead commander. It deals +1d6 damage to the living while within Posey's aura.
Rolling for bite damage
[1d8+3 = (1+3) = 4] [1d6 = 3]
>>175719
“What do you want to chat about?” He asks, knees on the table. He never touches any if the food. Perhaps he ate already.
“What do you want to chat about?” He asks, knees on the table. He never touches any if the food. Perhaps he ate already.
>>175721
Amber mulls over things. Maybe being direct isn't the solution here. "You said math was hard today. What did you have to do?"
Amber mulls over things. Maybe being direct isn't the solution here. "You said math was hard today. What did you have to do?"
>>175722
“Well, Mr. Notion gave us a quiz on integrals, even though we just started. And evidently my homework didn’t have enough “explanation” -“ he stops himself suddenly, and ceases
“Well, Mr. Notion gave us a quiz on integrals, even though we just started. And evidently my homework didn’t have enough “explanation” -“ he stops himself suddenly, and ceases
>>175723
"I'm sure the quiz was just to see where y'all were at," she reassures him. "Wanting explanations is the same thing. It's not so much whether you got the answer right as much as seeing what your thinking process is."
"I'm sure the quiz was just to see where y'all were at," she reassures him. "Wanting explanations is the same thing. It's not so much whether you got the answer right as much as seeing what your thinking process is."
>>175724
“Yeah.” He sighs. “That’s what he said. Still doesn’t make it anymore pleasant to get the right answer, yet still get it wrong.”
“Yeah.” He sighs. “That’s what he said. Still doesn’t make it anymore pleasant to get the right answer, yet still get it wrong.”
>>175725
Amber mulls over how Mustards tends to withdraw in a shell of sorts and not express his thoughts, sometimes even with ponies he's intimate with. She can't really blame him for that, his mother seems to have caused it from what she's seen.
"It ain't pleasant but neither are a lot of the harder things in life. Maybe you could work on a habit to write down every step you take, and even your thoughts behind it? That could help."
Amber mulls over how Mustards tends to withdraw in a shell of sorts and not express his thoughts, sometimes even with ponies he's intimate with. She can't really blame him for that, his mother seems to have caused it from what she's seen.
"It ain't pleasant but neither are a lot of the harder things in life. Maybe you could work on a habit to write down every step you take, and even your thoughts behind it? That could help."
>>175726
He turns and looks back towards Amber,
“You said something about Salt Mixer and tasks when you were telling me ‘no’? What was that?”
He turns and looks back towards Amber,
“You said something about Salt Mixer and tasks when you were telling me ‘no’? What was that?”
>>175727
She leans forward toward her confidant. "I really want her to approve of my work even though…especially since I'm new here. I get the feelin' other folks here think I take it too easy since being a hostess is a lot less work, and I want to prove that notion wrong."
She leans forward toward her confidant. "I really want her to approve of my work even though…especially since I'm new here. I get the feelin' other folks here think I take it too easy since being a hostess is a lot less work, and I want to prove that notion wrong."
>>175728
“You could ask to be a waiter.” He answers simply. “Or to bus. Or to cook.” He tilts his head. “Is that what that thing about the food was earlier?”
“You could ask to be a waiter.” He answers simply. “Or to bus. Or to cook.” He tilts his head. “Is that what that thing about the food was earlier?”
>>175729
Her eyes shift away for a second. "Um, not really. I was curious." She continues, "But I will ask Ms. Mixer about what she thinks."
She should be finishing up her food now.
Her eyes shift away for a second. "Um, not really. I was curious." She continues, "But I will ask Ms. Mixer about what she thinks."
She should be finishing up her food now.
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