Continuing, and hopefully introducing new characters.
And on the wrong damn post number
/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal
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>>177078
"Did you have something in mind?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "And do you know where you will be staying? Working?"
"Did you have something in mind?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "And do you know where you will be staying? Working?"
>>177077
Poor Papa…a lynx has got his tongue. "The only way we'll need more firewood is if we keep the doors open and letting the cold in. And…" she continues, finding newfound resolve, "If you spend so much time outside you'll have to eat more food. It'll be several weeks until sunlight and we need to make sure we have enough food to last us until then. Isn't that right, Papa?"
Poor Papa…a lynx has got his tongue. "The only way we'll need more firewood is if we keep the doors open and letting the cold in. And…" she continues, finding newfound resolve, "If you spend so much time outside you'll have to eat more food. It'll be several weeks until sunlight and we need to make sure we have enough food to last us until then. Isn't that right, Papa?"
>>176996 →
“Oh yeah, Vodka is great! Well it tastes terrible. Almost like gasoline. It burns your throat going down. But it’ll t you drunk quickly.”
“Oh yeah, Vodka is great! Well it tastes terrible. Almost like gasoline. It burns your throat going down. But it’ll t you drunk quickly.”
>>177085
"Blegh! That sounds terrible!" She pauses, as a thought comes to her mind. "...how do you know what gasoline tastes like?"
"Blegh! That sounds terrible!" She pauses, as a thought comes to her mind. "...how do you know what gasoline tastes like?"
>>177087
Kira blinks, and flicks her tongue.
"Like, have you drank gasoline before? I don't think it's meant to be consumed..."
Kira blinks, and flicks her tongue.
"Like, have you drank gasoline before? I don't think it's meant to be consumed..."
>>177079
"I can make sure this stallion won't go anywhere unsupervised. Or, if you want, I can determine conclusively if he is a spy or not. It depends on your goals. I will be staying at a local hotel here in Baltimare. As for work, I have arrangements with your government and I'll leave it at that."
"I can make sure this stallion won't go anywhere unsupervised. Or, if you want, I can determine conclusively if he is a spy or not. It depends on your goals. I will be staying at a local hotel here in Baltimare. As for work, I have arrangements with your government and I'll leave it at that."
>>177088
Scrunching, and narrowing her eyes.
“No…”
>>177089
“Now how could you do that? As for ‘leaving it at that,’ well, while your visa only requires that you work in an economically productive field or more directly for the war effort. But a griffin isn’t the most regulated thing you’ve brought with you. You see, your firearms require licensing. Licensing that only comes with special government work. And we’ll need that paperwork to let you depart here with them.”
>>177090
“Little pony. This doesn’t concern you.” He says to Amber
>>177084
If you want to roll something for the fun of it, why not?
>>177047
>>177063
The inside of the jacket is sewn with purple, he is wearing a ring, and an envelope with a wax seal, addressed to a “Tall Sails”
Scrunching, and narrowing her eyes.
“No…”
>>177089
“Now how could you do that? As for ‘leaving it at that,’ well, while your visa only requires that you work in an economically productive field or more directly for the war effort. But a griffin isn’t the most regulated thing you’ve brought with you. You see, your firearms require licensing. Licensing that only comes with special government work. And we’ll need that paperwork to let you depart here with them.”
>>177090
“Little pony. This doesn’t concern you.” He says to Amber
>>177084
If you want to roll something for the fun of it, why not?
>>177047
>>177063
The inside of the jacket is sewn with purple, he is wearing a ring, and an envelope with a wax seal, addressed to a “Tall Sails”
>>177091
Rolling for fun
[1d20 = 12]
>he is wearing a ring
What is he wearing it on?
>envelope with a wax seal, addressed to a “Tall Sails”
Posey opens the letter and skims down to who it's addressed from.
Rolling for fun
[1d20 = 12]
>he is wearing a ring
What is he wearing it on?
>envelope with a wax seal, addressed to a “Tall Sails”
Posey opens the letter and skims down to who it's addressed from.
>>177093
Does the ring match the wax seal?
"A letter from Curwhinny. We might have our corpse right here. Unless this is Tall Sails..."
Does the ring match the wax seal?
"A letter from Curwhinny. We might have our corpse right here. Unless this is Tall Sails..."
>>177091
Kira blinks once more before smiling.
"Okay! Vodka still sounds pretty nasty. Where's the flavor? What's the point of getting tipsy if the process of getting there is unpleasant?"
Kira blinks once more before smiling.
"Okay! Vodka still sounds pretty nasty. Where's the flavor? What's the point of getting tipsy if the process of getting there is unpleasant?"
>>177097
“Well, it’s like courtship, or working, or… anything else, really. It’s the destination that matters, not the journey to get there.”
“Well, it’s like courtship, or working, or… anything else, really. It’s the destination that matters, not the journey to get there.”
>>177091
>>177096
Silver looks over, reading the letter as best as he can.
"This was addressed from Curwhinny to his son. Cinnamon Corn was his 'loyal' cohort who sold out Curwhinny's location to militia ponies. Clearly he wanted his son to meet with somepony he trusted, though who Lanteen is or for what reason I do not know. All three are long dead, but perhaps one could look through history by asking their descendants or looking through city records."
>>177096
Silver looks over, reading the letter as best as he can.
"This was addressed from Curwhinny to his son. Cinnamon Corn was his 'loyal' cohort who sold out Curwhinny's location to militia ponies. Clearly he wanted his son to meet with somepony he trusted, though who Lanteen is or for what reason I do not know. All three are long dead, but perhaps one could look through history by asking their descendants or looking through city records."
>>177098
"I've heard the journey for courtship can be nice, though. The male courting you is supposed to shower you with gifts to help earn your favor."
"I've heard the journey for courtship can be nice, though. The male courting you is supposed to shower you with gifts to help earn your favor."
>>177101
"Well, I'll try to get some wine if I can tomorrow when we go out. Then we can enjoy the journey and the destination."
"Well, I'll try to get some wine if I can tomorrow when we go out. Then we can enjoy the journey and the destination."
>>177101
"See if hoofwriting matches up?" Speaking of, could Silver see if it looks as if the writing looks like it was made in a hurry or not? It's a minor thing, but it could be potentially useful to know if this was written while the catacombs were under siege or not.
"See if hoofwriting matches up?" Speaking of, could Silver see if it looks as if the writing looks like it was made in a hurry or not? It's a minor thing, but it could be potentially useful to know if this was written while the catacombs were under siege or not.
>>177091
"I have my ways. I also have all required paperwork, but they are for the eyes of a pony with appropriate clearance," Cavaliere replies with a cold stare.
"I have my ways. I also have all required paperwork, but they are for the eyes of a pony with appropriate clearance," Cavaliere replies with a cold stare.
>>177105
Father looks over at Amber and leans down to pet her. Without making eye contact with the other stallion he says,
“No no. You see. We can head off the inspector at Kaukainen Piste and uh, and slow him down. You see, if when the sun doesn’t rise, it’ll blow Vaeltaja’s credibility. Everypony will stop following him. Then we can just clean things up.”
“Did you tell her?!”
Still petting Amber and not looking at him, father meekly answers, “She overheard.”
The stallion gives a long sigh, and in a much calmer tone of voice answers,
“How, pray tell, are we supposed to slow the inspector? And you know as well as I do that when the sun doesn’t rise, Vaeltaja will just claim it’s because of everypony’s sins of traitors or he just miscalculated and it’ll come later. And then when it does rise in two weeks, he’ll claim it was him. And we can’t wait two weeks. This is harming ponies now. Makea might have died and definitely would have lost an ear if we didn’t happen to find her, and I don’t even know who else he’s drugged.”
>>177106
“Well, as a customs and immigration officer, I am that pony.”
Father looks over at Amber and leans down to pet her. Without making eye contact with the other stallion he says,
“No no. You see. We can head off the inspector at Kaukainen Piste and uh, and slow him down. You see, if when the sun doesn’t rise, it’ll blow Vaeltaja’s credibility. Everypony will stop following him. Then we can just clean things up.”
“Did you tell her?!”
Still petting Amber and not looking at him, father meekly answers, “She overheard.”
The stallion gives a long sigh, and in a much calmer tone of voice answers,
“How, pray tell, are we supposed to slow the inspector? And you know as well as I do that when the sun doesn’t rise, Vaeltaja will just claim it’s because of everypony’s sins of traitors or he just miscalculated and it’ll come later. And then when it does rise in two weeks, he’ll claim it was him. And we can’t wait two weeks. This is harming ponies now. Makea might have died and definitely would have lost an ear if we didn’t happen to find her, and I don’t even know who else he’s drugged.”
>>177106
“Well, as a customs and immigration officer, I am that pony.”
>>177104
"Oooo, interesting. More details about my deer friend!" Kira smiles, and flicks her tongue again. "I don't know if any of the wines from my tribe will have survived, but if some have and I manage to bring some over, I want you to be the first one to drink."
"Oooo, interesting. More details about my deer friend!" Kira smiles, and flicks her tongue again. "I don't know if any of the wines from my tribe will have survived, but if some have and I manage to bring some over, I want you to be the first one to drink."
>>177108
“Well… judging from the remains, he must have defended himself, at some point…”
>>177109
“Oh, your tribe has special wines? I’m betting those wines are super concentrated, right? Must take a lot to get one of you drunk. Like the wines used on Polyphemus. And you probably have them in big, clay, jars. Yes, I’d like to taste one of those.
“Well… judging from the remains, he must have defended himself, at some point…”
>>177109
“Oh, your tribe has special wines? I’m betting those wines are super concentrated, right? Must take a lot to get one of you drunk. Like the wines used on Polyphemus. And you probably have them in big, clay, jars. Yes, I’d like to taste one of those.
>>177110
Kira nods in the affirmative to all of those questions and statements, before opening her mouth an yawning. It doesn't open nearly as widely as it did when she ate Hopper, but perhaps it's still just a slight bit disturbing. Still, it's a reminder of how late it's gotten, not to mention how much boat lag Kira much be suffering. Having a belly full of goat probably doesn't help much in that regard.
Kira nods in the affirmative to all of those questions and statements, before opening her mouth an yawning. It doesn't open nearly as widely as it did when she ate Hopper, but perhaps it's still just a slight bit disturbing. Still, it's a reminder of how late it's gotten, not to mention how much boat lag Kira much be suffering. Having a belly full of goat probably doesn't help much in that regard.
>>177107
Amber still stares at the fiercer stallion, her eyes wide and her body quivering. Being pet calms her down a little though.
"When it doesn't rise, Vaeltaja will be humiliated. You can order him to recant then, or banish him if he refuses, and you'll have the village's backing. But if you hurt him, his followers will know you're afraid of him and will turn against you. We also don't know what's happening to the villagers.
We could try following one of them, or watch Vaeltaja's hut to see if he's responsible."
Amber still stares at the fiercer stallion, her eyes wide and her body quivering. Being pet calms her down a little though.
"When it doesn't rise, Vaeltaja will be humiliated. You can order him to recant then, or banish him if he refuses, and you'll have the village's backing. But if you hurt him, his followers will know you're afraid of him and will turn against you. We also don't know what's happening to the villagers.
We could try following one of them, or watch Vaeltaja's hut to see if he's responsible."
>>177110
"Of course. This was not same Curwhinny who spent years trying to bring back family he lost to plague, researching occult rituals and foreign cultures, pouring his earnings from his business into learning alchemy and necromancy, bringing back bodies without souls and souls without bodies. He had grown in his unnaturally long life, accepted his loss and failures, moved on, found love again, got married and had son. He was fighting first and foremost to ensure they could escape, sure, but no doubt he also fought as hard as he could to be able to see them again. He may have failed in this second goal, but he still got to see them again, reuniting with his first family in Elysium, and getting to wait in paradise until his second family also came to join him."
"Of course. This was not same Curwhinny who spent years trying to bring back family he lost to plague, researching occult rituals and foreign cultures, pouring his earnings from his business into learning alchemy and necromancy, bringing back bodies without souls and souls without bodies. He had grown in his unnaturally long life, accepted his loss and failures, moved on, found love again, got married and had son. He was fighting first and foremost to ensure they could escape, sure, but no doubt he also fought as hard as he could to be able to see them again. He may have failed in this second goal, but he still got to see them again, reuniting with his first family in Elysium, and getting to wait in paradise until his second family also came to join him."
>>177107
The griffon eases his expression. "Then you can assure me that you have authorization for viewing confidential papers related to military intelligence."
The griffon eases his expression. "Then you can assure me that you have authorization for viewing confidential papers related to military intelligence."
>>177099
"A letter from Curwhinny, addressed to his son. It is a complete letter, and Curwhinny should have had the means to send such a letter quickly, so it appears as though these are not the bones that we are looking for."
"A letter from Curwhinny, addressed to his son. It is a complete letter, and Curwhinny should have had the means to send such a letter quickly, so it appears as though these are not the bones that we are looking for."
>>177112
He looks down and breathes out, then back in with a labored breath,
“The Inspector will be here before the sun rises. And we won’t banish him. He’ll banish us. Vaeltaja, I mean. He’ll have us banished. The Inspector won’t let us leave. That’s for damn sure. And I don’t want to harm Valeria’s. I just need him to go for a walk, and never come back. We know what’s happening to the villagers. They’ve gone mad, and it’s Vaeltaja’s fault, whether he’s drugging them with some mold he ripped off a dead tree, or… or if he’s just leading them out in the cold or… whatever it is, we need to end it. And before the inspector gets here. Just, why am I arguing with an eleven year old?”
Father adds,
“But it would be a very good idea to figure out exactly what he’s doing to the villagers. Regardless of what we tell the Inspector, we need to stop it, and to do that, we need to know what it is.
>>177114
“No?” He replies
He looks down and breathes out, then back in with a labored breath,
“The Inspector will be here before the sun rises. And we won’t banish him. He’ll banish us. Vaeltaja, I mean. He’ll have us banished. The Inspector won’t let us leave. That’s for damn sure. And I don’t want to harm Valeria’s. I just need him to go for a walk, and never come back. We know what’s happening to the villagers. They’ve gone mad, and it’s Vaeltaja’s fault, whether he’s drugging them with some mold he ripped off a dead tree, or… or if he’s just leading them out in the cold or… whatever it is, we need to end it. And before the inspector gets here. Just, why am I arguing with an eleven year old?”
Father adds,
“But it would be a very good idea to figure out exactly what he’s doing to the villagers. Regardless of what we tell the Inspector, we need to stop it, and to do that, we need to know what it is.
>>177114
“No?” He replies
>>177101
"You found other letters? It could be worth comparing the dates, to determine when and where he died."
"You found other letters? It could be worth comparing the dates, to determine when and where he died."
>>177123
"I would prefer avoiding the archaeologists for as long as well can. The priority, however, is locating Curwhinny himself. Let's check the rest of the catacombs for any similar caskets, as the true casket may still be here."
Her gaze fixates on several points in the darkness.
"This dungeon still has hidden dangers, just waiting to be disturbed... Glass Horizons might be disappointed when he reads my report, but it's for the best."
"I would prefer avoiding the archaeologists for as long as well can. The priority, however, is locating Curwhinny himself. Let's check the rest of the catacombs for any similar caskets, as the true casket may still be here."
Her gaze fixates on several points in the darkness.
"This dungeon still has hidden dangers, just waiting to be disturbed... Glass Horizons might be disappointed when he reads my report, but it's for the best."
>>177125
"Have you found anything left that require being cleared out? It would not be good for my track record to leave job half-finished after having already taken payment."
"Have you found anything left that require being cleared out? It would not be good for my track record to leave job half-finished after having already taken payment."
>>177127
"You can read my report when it's finished." The white mare replies, her gaze evasive
"There's still danger here, that's for sure, the kind best left undisturbed. I want to find out if Curwhinny is among that."
"You can read my report when it's finished." The white mare replies, her gaze evasive
"There's still danger here, that's for sure, the kind best left undisturbed. I want to find out if Curwhinny is among that."
>>177128
Oh well
"Lets search the remaining exposed gaskets on in these chambers. Curwhinny may still be here."
Posey says, as she walks down the length of the catacombs, searching for caskets that fit the description
Oh well
"Lets search the remaining exposed gaskets on in these chambers. Curwhinny may still be here."
Posey says, as she walks down the length of the catacombs, searching for caskets that fit the description
>>177124
Posey addresses Pear
"You're a historian from this country, correct? What do you know about Curwhinny's death? I heard many were sacrificed to put him in the grave. Was magic used to seal him there? You'll have to humor me; I'm from Farbrook, and I only know so much about the history of this country."
Posey addresses Pear
"You're a historian from this country, correct? What do you know about Curwhinny's death? I heard many were sacrificed to put him in the grave. Was magic used to seal him there? You'll have to humor me; I'm from Farbrook, and I only know so much about the history of this country."
>>177131
“There was a small revolt by locals, mostly sailors, against Equestrian Customs authorities in Baltimare over basically taxes and crackdowns on smuggling. Most of the violence was actually against higher members of the Celestial Shipping Company, presumably over wages, discipline on ships, and personal grievances. The only reason it was recorded at all, besides the high death toll, was because the director of the Celestial Shipping Company for fifty five years was killed. There is no mention of undead, lichs, or magic besides the usual. Light damage to the Shipping Offices and none to his mansion. The grave set up for him in Rose Mound is understood to be empty. That is how it was recorded, anyways.”
“There was a small revolt by locals, mostly sailors, against Equestrian Customs authorities in Baltimare over basically taxes and crackdowns on smuggling. Most of the violence was actually against higher members of the Celestial Shipping Company, presumably over wages, discipline on ships, and personal grievances. The only reason it was recorded at all, besides the high death toll, was because the director of the Celestial Shipping Company for fifty five years was killed. There is no mention of undead, lichs, or magic besides the usual. Light damage to the Shipping Offices and none to his mansion. The grave set up for him in Rose Mound is understood to be empty. That is how it was recorded, anyways.”
>>177129
"What kind of danger that has not already been dealt with? This is my profession, it is information I need to know and sooner is better than later. It is not just my professional reputation I am talking about here. There are ponies here or who will be here who could get hurt, killed, or worse if there is something left here that needs to be taken care of."
"What kind of danger that has not already been dealt with? This is my profession, it is information I need to know and sooner is better than later. It is not just my professional reputation I am talking about here. There are ponies here or who will be here who could get hurt, killed, or worse if there is something left here that needs to be taken care of."
>>177134
"How would you know if you were looking right at him? The historical record is split, saying his body was never found, probably because he was murdered and buried in a forest or out in the ocean, or alternatively that his wife decided not to display the body because he was horribly mangled, either out of revenge or from being burned in a fire. The writing on the wall in the chamber where the casket was found said a lich was sealed away there. And, well, that's about all we know."
"How would you know if you were looking right at him? The historical record is split, saying his body was never found, probably because he was murdered and buried in a forest or out in the ocean, or alternatively that his wife decided not to display the body because he was horribly mangled, either out of revenge or from being burned in a fire. The writing on the wall in the chamber where the casket was found said a lich was sealed away there. And, well, that's about all we know."
>>177135
>"How would you know if you were looking right at him?
"Well... I could just try to ask him myself..." Posey says
"..But I would prefer not to deplete my horn until I've finished my inspection today."
Posey looks around the section where the casket was, checking for any plaques or inscriptions that could hint who the corpse might be.
>"How would you know if you were looking right at him?
"Well... I could just try to ask him myself..." Posey says
"..But I would prefer not to deplete my horn until I've finished my inspection today."
Posey looks around the section where the casket was, checking for any plaques or inscriptions that could hint who the corpse might be.
>>177135
>The writing on the wall in the chamber where the casket was found said a lich was sealed away there.
"If he really was sealed away, it would have been with powerful necromantic or abjuration magic. Perhaps we could trace the source of that magic, of it exists."
>The writing on the wall in the chamber where the casket was found said a lich was sealed away there.
"If he really was sealed away, it would have been with powerful necromantic or abjuration magic. Perhaps we could trace the source of that magic, of it exists."
>>177111
Neela moves back on the couch, going from laying down to sitting upright as her back is pressed against it. She stares at Kira
"Ah! Oh, you're yawning."
>>177136
There are none. It does not appear that the reason for this is defacement, but rather because none were added.
>>177137
"If he's sealed away with powerful magic, why do we need to tamper with him at all?"
Neela moves back on the couch, going from laying down to sitting upright as her back is pressed against it. She stares at Kira
"Ah! Oh, you're yawning."
>>177136
There are none. It does not appear that the reason for this is defacement, but rather because none were added.
>>177137
"If he's sealed away with powerful magic, why do we need to tamper with him at all?"
>>177139
Kira tilts her head at the deer after having closed her mouth.
"Uh, yeah? What, do deer not yawn?"
Kira tilts her head at the deer after having closed her mouth.
"Uh, yeah? What, do deer not yawn?"
>>177143
"Oh!" Kira smiles, and ceases the tilting of the head. "Yeah, we do. It's just getting late, and I'm getting sleepy."
"Oh!" Kira smiles, and ceases the tilting of the head. "Yeah, we do. It's just getting late, and I'm getting sleepy."
>>177139
>why do we need to tamper with him at all?
"It's not my job to tamper with him, just to confirm that he is here."
>why do we need to tamper with him at all?
"It's not my job to tamper with him, just to confirm that he is here."
>>177139
>There are none.
Posey cautiously walks down the catacombs, to check if there are any other caskets stashed here that fit the description.
>There are none.
Posey cautiously walks down the catacombs, to check if there are any other caskets stashed here that fit the description.
(I've been a bit preoccupied lately)
I'm wondering if I should use my slots for Speak With Dead now on this skeleton. I don't want to waste them if there are easier options to complete this task. We should check the rest of the catacombs first.
I'm wondering if I should use my slots for Speak With Dead now on this skeleton. I don't want to waste them if there are easier options to complete this task. We should check the rest of the catacombs first.
>>177120
"Vaeltaja has to be meeting ponies a lot if he's doing this. If we keep an eye on him it shouldn't be long before we have an answer," Amber reasons.
"Vaeltaja has to be meeting ponies a lot if he's doing this. If we keep an eye on him it shouldn't be long before we have an answer," Amber reasons.
>>177120
"I can show you my licenses if you wish to see them, but as for the actual purpose of my work, I must see a pony that has clearance."
"I can show you my licenses if you wish to see them, but as for the actual purpose of my work, I must see a pony that has clearance."
[1d100 = 50]
>>177144
"Ah, uh, already? Okay, sure."
>>177151
Looking down, the stallion sighs yet again
"Whatever. Either way, we are going to find Vaeltaja. Keskiyon, do you have your axe?" The stallion holds one up in the air. "I brought mine."
He has a large sled there which he places the axe on, or rather has it fit in a ring at the back.
"Get your axe, and lets go find him. Get a light as well, but you may need to turn it off, or at least dim it."
>>177152
Mildly scrunchy, he replies,
"I just need to see a license that would allow you to have a firearm, and some kind of proof of work."
>>177144
"Ah, uh, already? Okay, sure."
>>177151
Looking down, the stallion sighs yet again
"Whatever. Either way, we are going to find Vaeltaja. Keskiyon, do you have your axe?" The stallion holds one up in the air. "I brought mine."
He has a large sled there which he places the axe on, or rather has it fit in a ring at the back.
"Get your axe, and lets go find him. Get a light as well, but you may need to turn it off, or at least dim it."
>>177152
Mildly scrunchy, he replies,
"I just need to see a license that would allow you to have a firearm, and some kind of proof of work."
>>177153
Amber looks uneasily at the axe but says nothing. She waits, looking around at the surroundings.
Amber looks uneasily at the axe but says nothing. She waits, looking around at the surroundings.
>>177153
Are there any other exposed caskets in the catacombs that fit the description of the one we are looking for?
If not, might just cast speak with dead to confirm the origin of the corpse.
Are there any other exposed caskets in the catacombs that fit the description of the one we are looking for?
If not, might just cast speak with dead to confirm the origin of the corpse.
>>177153
The griffon pulls out an envelop from his breast pocket, thumbs through some documents inside (thumbs, how do they work???) and retrieves a Nova Griffonian document. It is not in Ponish and the official might need a translator, but it contains a license for usage of firearms issued by the city of Weter, as well as registration for two pistols.
"Licenses aren't typically required to own or carry a firearm in Nova Griffonia, except in certain locales," he explains. "Unfortunately, the only contract for work I have is the letter from your office of military intelligence, which you cannot read. I'm personally surprised they didn't disguise the purpose of my visit, but I appreciate the honesty."
The griffon pulls out an envelop from his breast pocket, thumbs through some documents inside (thumbs, how do they work???) and retrieves a Nova Griffonian document. It is not in Ponish and the official might need a translator, but it contains a license for usage of firearms issued by the city of Weter, as well as registration for two pistols.
"Licenses aren't typically required to own or carry a firearm in Nova Griffonia, except in certain locales," he explains. "Unfortunately, the only contract for work I have is the letter from your office of military intelligence, which you cannot read. I'm personally surprised they didn't disguise the purpose of my visit, but I appreciate the honesty."
>>177147
Silver isn't happy that's the case, but at least he got an answer, so he's glad about that. He looks back at Posey's son, floating on that magic disk.
"Are you sure he should be here? My own father never took me anywhere as dangerous as this while I was in middle of my training."
Silver isn't happy that's the case, but at least he got an answer, so he's glad about that. He looks back at Posey's son, floating on that magic disk.
"Are you sure he should be here? My own father never took me anywhere as dangerous as this while I was in middle of my training."
Actually...it might be a long shot, but Silver attempts to recall what, if anything, the dead militia ponies were wearing.
>>177157
>danger
"Oh, he's been through much worse than this." The white mare replies, nonchalantly
>training
"We do things a bit differently in Farbrook. Besides, our professions are quite different. Magic is an esoteric thing, which takes more than just practice, but a more wholehearted cultivation."
>danger
"Oh, he's been through much worse than this." The white mare replies, nonchalantly
>training
"We do things a bit differently in Farbrook. Besides, our professions are quite different. Magic is an esoteric thing, which takes more than just practice, but a more wholehearted cultivation."
>>177160
Silver does recall that the militia ponies would wear jackets, hats, coats, and breastplate armor, as well as sometimes shoulder armor or other barding. Please note that the bodies of the militia ponies are absent from the floor.
>>177158
Like… 10 PMish
>>177155
Posey can see one. It’s a rectangular shape, the outer layer seems to be cast iron, and it’s more or less identical in basic shape to the one placed in the chamber. It’s slightly smaller than the stone casket, and thus fits into the hole more readily. It’s on the lower level. The only markings visible is “C 27”
>>177156
He looks at the envelope and the Nova Griffonian documents. He does not open the letter.
“A registry is a good start, but to actually possess them here, you’ll need a license. Someone from the military could get you one.”
Silver does recall that the militia ponies would wear jackets, hats, coats, and breastplate armor, as well as sometimes shoulder armor or other barding. Please note that the bodies of the militia ponies are absent from the floor.
>>177158
Like… 10 PMish
>>177155
Posey can see one. It’s a rectangular shape, the outer layer seems to be cast iron, and it’s more or less identical in basic shape to the one placed in the chamber. It’s slightly smaller than the stone casket, and thus fits into the hole more readily. It’s on the lower level. The only markings visible is “C 27”
>>177156
He looks at the envelope and the Nova Griffonian documents. He does not open the letter.
“A registry is a good start, but to actually possess them here, you’ll need a license. Someone from the military could get you one.”
>>177162
"If you would summon the appropriate official, I would very much appreciate it," he answers politely.
He also gestures to the other room where the stallion is detained. "It would also be good for him to be able to see his family again. What's necessary to make that happen?"
"If you would summon the appropriate official, I would very much appreciate it," he answers politely.
He also gestures to the other room where the stallion is detained. "It would also be good for him to be able to see his family again. What's necessary to make that happen?"
>>177166
“Pretty much just that he not be a spy. His story needs to line up. Having family in the area certainly helps.”
“I can get someone from the military, yes, if that is what you wish. Someone who can, well, someone who has power to get a license, at least. If you are in fact doing what you claim you are doing, that is.”
>>177154
Stars twinkle in the night, and before the tree line, snow is moved by the wind in a sort of light haze. There’s the howling of the wind, and that odd noise as always. Father went back in, got an axe, and put it on the sleigh.
Stallion:
“Are we seriously taking her?”
Father:
“Do you want her roaming around here?”
Stallion:
“Fair enough”
The ponies go not many feet, past the opposing row of huts, and towards the dark outline of the tree tops when someone approaches.
It’s Jakala
“Pretty much just that he not be a spy. His story needs to line up. Having family in the area certainly helps.”
“I can get someone from the military, yes, if that is what you wish. Someone who can, well, someone who has power to get a license, at least. If you are in fact doing what you claim you are doing, that is.”
>>177154
Stars twinkle in the night, and before the tree line, snow is moved by the wind in a sort of light haze. There’s the howling of the wind, and that odd noise as always. Father went back in, got an axe, and put it on the sleigh.
Stallion:
“Are we seriously taking her?”
Father:
“Do you want her roaming around here?”
Stallion:
“Fair enough”
The ponies go not many feet, past the opposing row of huts, and towards the dark outline of the tree tops when someone approaches.
It’s Jakala
>>177169
"I am assuming he'll be kept here for a while. If I brought a family member of his here, would that help?"
Cavaliere nods slowly. "Sir, if I wasn't on the level with you, wouldn't you think I would do anything but bring in someone of greater authority to assess my claim? Yes, I would like that."
"I am assuming he'll be kept here for a while. If I brought a family member of his here, would that help?"
Cavaliere nods slowly. "Sir, if I wasn't on the level with you, wouldn't you think I would do anything but bring in someone of greater authority to assess my claim? Yes, I would like that."
Amber is shocked to see her friend out, alone, in the cold. She breaks into a gallop to meet her. "Jakala! What are you doing out there?"
>>177172
The griffon looks satisfied that he made some headway with ponies rumored to be more stubborn than griffons. He waits.
The griffon looks satisfied that he made some headway with ponies rumored to be more stubborn than griffons. He waits.
>>177162
Definitely an interesting bit of information to note. Now, for the long shot: does the coat on the skeleton match those worn by the militia ponies in design?
Definitely an interesting bit of information to note. Now, for the long shot: does the coat on the skeleton match those worn by the militia ponies in design?
>>177161
"'Heat of battle is fire that forges strongest blades'. I am familiar with idea. I am just concerned as father, myself, about his safety and how he is feeling being in such pitch dark place. Especially with how quiet he has been."
"'Heat of battle is fire that forges strongest blades'. I am familiar with idea. I am just concerned as father, myself, about his safety and how he is feeling being in such pitch dark place. Especially with how quiet he has been."
>>177172
>>177176
Rosey Ring approaches the casket, and beckons for Silver to help her open casket.
"This is the only other casket on the catacombs that matches the one that supposedly held Curwhinny. We should search it before take any other steps. I have a spell that I could use to conjure information from the corpse, but it is limited. There's also a nonzero chance that a powerful lich is sealed away here though: if that is the case, the only thing containing him would be powerful magic cast on the casket.... Let's be cautious."
Rosey Ring decides to do the thing that I probably should have done before we opened the first casket, and uses her Detect Magic SLA to scan the casket and the rest of the catacombs (and the area around us, just for good measure), for any magical items, active supernatural abilities, or ongoing magical effects. She concentrates for as long as is needed to precisely know the school and levels of each/any magical signature."
I will roll Spellcraft checks to determine power and school, if necessary, although since we're not in combat I might prefer to take 10 (for a modified 26).
>>177176
Rosey Ring approaches the casket, and beckons for Silver to help her open casket.
"This is the only other casket on the catacombs that matches the one that supposedly held Curwhinny. We should search it before take any other steps. I have a spell that I could use to conjure information from the corpse, but it is limited. There's also a nonzero chance that a powerful lich is sealed away here though: if that is the case, the only thing containing him would be powerful magic cast on the casket.... Let's be cautious."
Rosey Ring decides to do the thing that I probably should have done before we opened the first casket, and uses her Detect Magic SLA to scan the casket and the rest of the catacombs (and the area around us, just for good measure), for any magical items, active supernatural abilities, or ongoing magical effects. She concentrates for as long as is needed to precisely know the school and levels of each/any magical signature."
I will roll Spellcraft checks to determine power and school, if necessary, although since we're not in combat I might prefer to take 10 (for a modified 26).
>>177175
No. The coats on the militia ponies were leather with layered wool inside. They were brown, and in general, warm and water resistant. This is longer, purple on the inside, made of cotton or perhaps even silk on the inside, and in general not as warm, weather resistant, or cheap.
>>177177
Okay, but understand that just because you’ve gone off course on a diversion to do something that could be done at literally any time does not mean that your spell slots will be refreshed when you desperately need them.
No. The coats on the militia ponies were leather with layered wool inside. They were brown, and in general, warm and water resistant. This is longer, purple on the inside, made of cotton or perhaps even silk on the inside, and in general not as warm, weather resistant, or cheap.
>>177177
Okay, but understand that just because you’ve gone off course on a diversion to do something that could be done at literally any time does not mean that your spell slots will be refreshed when you desperately need them.
>>177162
Wow, it's fairly late for a lamia who just got off the boat and is sluggish with goat. She looks over to Neela.
"How long do you usually stay up for?"
Wow, it's fairly late for a lamia who just got off the boat and is sluggish with goat. She looks over to Neela.
"How long do you usually stay up for?"
>>177176
>Heat of battle is fire that forges strongest blades
"My combat experience as a warmagus is limited, but I agree with your sentiment. For magical training, however, entry is the most esoteric and peculiar part; it's more than just having a strong horn, but the mindset to weild your powers... My supervisors, my master, made sure to brand that into me, before I even proved that I was worthy of their tutelage. They subjected me to the most excruciating torture to make me understand the true meaning of pain and fear, the likes of which hail from the Dread League. They chained me in a cellar with a starving rabid, with only the power of fear to defend me from its advanced. They bled me until I was nearly dry, and subsequently starved me, to show me what hunger was. They locked me in a dark vat full of hungry maggots for days on end, letting me out only after I was full of holes. They conjured foul creatures from beyond the realm of insanity, and allowed them to attach themselves to my skull and share their nightmares. They impaled me with hot iron pokers, with magic sustaining me until I begged for death, and only then did they allow me the privilege of trotting down their path... Ummm" The white unicorn pauses, realizing that she's been monologuing and divulging a bit too much information to a total stranger. She changes the subject
>how he is feeling being in such pitch dark place
"The feeling of being in total darkness is quite the point, essential to his training, for his profession, which requires becoming one with the darkness. Besides, he's sensitive to sunlight."
>Especially with how quiet he has been
(I haven't done the best job of roleplaying him; which is ironic because he's a character based on myself)
"He's a bit shy of strangers, or at least the ones you meet in the flesh."
The pale colt with the blotched mane appears to be staring off into points in space with his sunken eyes, as if following something that nopony, not even Rosey Ring, can quite detect. His mood seems to have picked up once the group entered the catacombs, his little hooves tracing invisible circles and in the air, as if drawing on invisible paper. A red Crayola crayon hangs in his little mouth, and what appears to be either a journal or a coloring book lays open on the floating disk of Rosey Ring's magic. The colt seems to be quite used to occupying himself when his mother is working, blissfully distracted by what can only be his imagination... unless?
He's actually hasn't been completely silent, but babbling to himself and occasionally tugging on his mother's tail to point out something the shadows. His voice is faint and raspy, and he mutters strange phrases in what seem to be distorted foreign languages, softly whispering to his unseen playmates.
Silver appears to have gotten his attention though, he turns his head, his ears little ears swiveling as he realizes that he's the subject of conversation.
[Tongue-speaking stops]
"...huh?" he whimpers, his ears folding back as his shyness creeps up on him.
"We were just talking about what a talented colt you are, sweetie." Rosey Ring replies, in an affectionate singsong voice
"Gloomy is a genius, my precious prodigy. He's already been through his basic training, not so torturous as mine, but nonetheless just as rigorous for his age. He trots a different path from my own, but he has shown great promise with his own profession, in spite of what meager instructions I can provide. I believe that one day he'll grow strong enough to carry Death himself on his back."
"He's very heavy." The colt interjects
"That he is, sweetie, but I believe in you."
>Heat of battle is fire that forges strongest blades
"My combat experience as a warmagus is limited, but I agree with your sentiment. For magical training, however, entry is the most esoteric and peculiar part; it's more than just having a strong horn, but the mindset to weild your powers... My supervisors, my master, made sure to brand that into me, before I even proved that I was worthy of their tutelage. They subjected me to the most excruciating torture to make me understand the true meaning of pain and fear, the likes of which hail from the Dread League. They chained me in a cellar with a starving rabid, with only the power of fear to defend me from its advanced. They bled me until I was nearly dry, and subsequently starved me, to show me what hunger was. They locked me in a dark vat full of hungry maggots for days on end, letting me out only after I was full of holes. They conjured foul creatures from beyond the realm of insanity, and allowed them to attach themselves to my skull and share their nightmares. They impaled me with hot iron pokers, with magic sustaining me until I begged for death, and only then did they allow me the privilege of trotting down their path... Ummm" The white unicorn pauses, realizing that she's been monologuing and divulging a bit too much information to a total stranger. She changes the subject
>how he is feeling being in such pitch dark place
"The feeling of being in total darkness is quite the point, essential to his training, for his profession, which requires becoming one with the darkness. Besides, he's sensitive to sunlight."
>Especially with how quiet he has been
(I haven't done the best job of roleplaying him; which is ironic because he's a character based on myself)
"He's a bit shy of strangers, or at least the ones you meet in the flesh."
The pale colt with the blotched mane appears to be staring off into points in space with his sunken eyes, as if following something that nopony, not even Rosey Ring, can quite detect. His mood seems to have picked up once the group entered the catacombs, his little hooves tracing invisible circles and in the air, as if drawing on invisible paper. A red Crayola crayon hangs in his little mouth, and what appears to be either a journal or a coloring book lays open on the floating disk of Rosey Ring's magic. The colt seems to be quite used to occupying himself when his mother is working, blissfully distracted by what can only be his imagination... unless?
He's actually hasn't been completely silent, but babbling to himself and occasionally tugging on his mother's tail to point out something the shadows. His voice is faint and raspy, and he mutters strange phrases in what seem to be distorted foreign languages, softly whispering to his unseen playmates.
Silver appears to have gotten his attention though, he turns his head, his ears little ears swiveling as he realizes that he's the subject of conversation.
[Tongue-speaking stops]
"...huh?" he whimpers, his ears folding back as his shyness creeps up on him.
"We were just talking about what a talented colt you are, sweetie." Rosey Ring replies, in an affectionate singsong voice
"Gloomy is a genius, my precious prodigy. He's already been through his basic training, not so torturous as mine, but nonetheless just as rigorous for his age. He trots a different path from my own, but he has shown great promise with his own profession, in spite of what meager instructions I can provide. I believe that one day he'll grow strong enough to carry Death himself on his back."
"He's very heavy." The colt interjects
"That he is, sweetie, but I believe in you."
>>177178
>Okay, but understand that just because you’ve gone off course on a diversion to do something that could be done at literally any time does not mean that your spell slots will be refreshed when you desperately need them.
Well, when you put it like that, maybe I shouldn't... I thought this dungeon was already cleared.
I'm gonna take it from your response and lack of description of the spell's effect that you don't want me to do it, so I guess I won't.
>Okay, but understand that just because you’ve gone off course on a diversion to do something that could be done at literally any time does not mean that your spell slots will be refreshed when you desperately need them.
Well, when you put it like that, maybe I shouldn't... I thought this dungeon was already cleared.
I'm gonna take it from your response and lack of description of the spell's effect that you don't want me to do it, so I guess I won't.
Magic Posey has left for this day:
>7 lvl 1 slots (I used)
>5 lvl 2 slots
>1/day Detect Magic SLA
>1/day Nystul's Aura SLA
>1/day Wings Of Cover SLA
>1/day Create Magic Tattoo SLA
9/day Rebuke Undead (half her pool of commanded undead is spent on the ghast)
1/day Negative Energy Burst (Su) ability
>7 lvl 1 slots (I used)
>5 lvl 2 slots
>1/day Detect Magic SLA
>1/day Nystul's Aura SLA
>1/day Wings Of Cover SLA
>1/day Create Magic Tattoo SLA
9/day Rebuke Undead (half her pool of commanded undead is spent on the ghast)
1/day Negative Energy Burst (Su) ability
>>177178
>This is longer, purple on the inside, made of cotton or perhaps even silk
I'm so stupid to go around casting spells before examining his clothing.
Any chance that this could be a magic robe, the type a wealthy and prestigious Wizard might wear?
>This is longer, purple on the inside, made of cotton or perhaps even silk
I'm so stupid to go around casting spells before examining his clothing.
Any chance that this could be a magic robe, the type a wealthy and prestigious Wizard might wear?
>>177181
Silver is, understandably, quite disturbed by the description of the "training" Posey had to go through. His eyes go wide and he visibly cringes, though mercifully his imagination is not quite strong enough to make too vivid of an image in his mind. He looks at the poor colt with pity. "Little one...I am glad that you did not have to go through what your mother did." Looking back at Posey, he continues, "It is not healthy for young colt to be so close to Death, or to focus his entire foalhood towards training. My father trained me every day that he could from dawn until dusk, until my muscles ached and I could barely move or lift up sword, but even he knew that it was good for me to go out into world and experience life as normal colt. Making friends, getting into mischief, learning more about world around me than just what my forge or my sword could teach me. I hope Gloomy gets similar chance to experience life as normal colt, to contextualize his training at least. It could also show him what all of this training and fighting is for."
Silver is, understandably, quite disturbed by the description of the "training" Posey had to go through. His eyes go wide and he visibly cringes, though mercifully his imagination is not quite strong enough to make too vivid of an image in his mind. He looks at the poor colt with pity. "Little one...I am glad that you did not have to go through what your mother did." Looking back at Posey, he continues, "It is not healthy for young colt to be so close to Death, or to focus his entire foalhood towards training. My father trained me every day that he could from dawn until dusk, until my muscles ached and I could barely move or lift up sword, but even he knew that it was good for me to go out into world and experience life as normal colt. Making friends, getting into mischief, learning more about world around me than just what my forge or my sword could teach me. I hope Gloomy gets similar chance to experience life as normal colt, to contextualize his training at least. It could also show him what all of this training and fighting is for."
>>177185
>gets similar chance to experience life as normal colt
Rosey Ring's eye twitches and for an instant she scowls, but in the same instant she returns to her comely, neutral face.
"Yes.. yes... We try very hard to do that in Farbrook, despite our circumstance..." she turns away and faintly mutters something unintelligible, which is hopefully not an actual curse
>gets similar chance to experience life as normal colt
Rosey Ring's eye twitches and for an instant she scowls, but in the same instant she returns to her comely, neutral face.
"Yes.. yes... We try very hard to do that in Farbrook, despite our circumstance..." she turns away and faintly mutters something unintelligible, which is hopefully not an actual curse
>>177186
Hmm, Silver wonders to himself if maybe he's overstepping his bounds trying to give advice to Posey, from one parent to another. Internally he hopes the mare at least takes what he said into consideration.
"I have heard good things about Farbrook. Very peaceful, very out of touch with modern world but in good way. All of Hill Pony nations are like that."
Hmm, Silver wonders to himself if maybe he's overstepping his bounds trying to give advice to Posey, from one parent to another. Internally he hopes the mare at least takes what he said into consideration.
"I have heard good things about Farbrook. Very peaceful, very out of touch with modern world but in good way. All of Hill Pony nations are like that."
>>177184
Posey is sure she’s seen more elaborate robes before. Then again, it hardly looks unlike a mage’s robes either. It certainly ain’t cheap, and it’s the same basic style.
Posey is sure she’s seen more elaborate robes before. Then again, it hardly looks unlike a mage’s robes either. It certainly ain’t cheap, and it’s the same basic style.
>>177190
>purple robes
>necromancer's lair
I think I might get this reference, or I might be reading into it to much.
Posey seems fascinated
"Purple robes, they remind me of the likes of a cult of fearsome necromancers from a bygone age. The cloth has endured despite the flesh having long since turned to dust. If these are wizarding robes, that could indicate that this is indeed Curwhinny. It's best to check if they are magic." Posey says, already preparing to gently strip the skeleton
Before I try on what could be a cursed item, are there any patterns or symbols on the robe that could indicate it's intended purpose, period, or function? Posey is well familiar with burial shrouds, and has seen many robes in Magehold.
>purple robes
>necromancer's lair
I think I might get this reference, or I might be reading into it to much.
Posey seems fascinated
"Purple robes, they remind me of the likes of a cult of fearsome necromancers from a bygone age. The cloth has endured despite the flesh having long since turned to dust. If these are wizarding robes, that could indicate that this is indeed Curwhinny. It's best to check if they are magic." Posey says, already preparing to gently strip the skeleton
Before I try on what could be a cursed item, are there any patterns or symbols on the robe that could indicate it's intended purpose, period, or function? Posey is well familiar with burial shrouds, and has seen many robes in Magehold.
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