Continuing, and hopefully introducing new characters.
And on the wrong damn post number
/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal
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>>177456
Twisting around, Kira feels Neela move onto her side. Her mouth twists, and her hoof extends. "No..." She speaks to herself. "I don't want to go to work.. Not today..." She twists around
Twisting around, Kira feels Neela move onto her side. Her mouth twists, and her hoof extends. "No..." She speaks to herself. "I don't want to go to work.. Not today..." She twists around
>>177432
Moving across and past the rows of downed trees is not easy. Their singed trunks, the mud, and assorted splinters and debris make moving the sled sometimes impossible, and requires detours, or dragging the sled over tree trunks. What is worse is that the now leveled forest provides no cover, and the ponies are now exposed under the black abyss of the sky. Off in the distance, it is hard to tell if the seeming movement is real, simply imagined, or perhaps some object near the ground further away moving more slowly within the field of view than some object closer. Even the twinkling stars are periodically obscured by some undefined blackness. What is certain is that the ponies have nothing hiding them from what may be lurking in the dark. Amber does not know how big this Blast is, nor how far it extends, but certainly it extends much further than her eyes can see - not to imply that she can see far in the black night.
The adults find a creek bed that is almost parallel to the downed trees how far below the level of the ground the creek runs varies, but in general, it can cover the ponies, or almost cover the ponies, from outside. It's wide enough for at least one pony to walk abreast on each bank next to the frozen stream in the middle. Amber can drag the sled over the ice, although sometimes the ice seems too thin for this to feel wise. Periodically, the adults move to look up and outside of the creek to what is beyond. Amber and Jakala, however, remain inside. Amber can see that the creek is normally lined with dead grass or lichen, often covered in a thin layer of packed snow or ice. In many places, however, lines of mud extend over the ice and grass in ugly lines that have themselves frozen over, and this extends even to the frozen stream.
[Read more] Moving across and past the rows of downed trees is not easy. Their singed trunks, the mud, and assorted splinters and debris make moving the sled sometimes impossible, and requires detours, or dragging the sled over tree trunks. What is worse is that the now leveled forest provides no cover, and the ponies are now exposed under the black abyss of the sky. Off in the distance, it is hard to tell if the seeming movement is real, simply imagined, or perhaps some object near the ground further away moving more slowly within the field of view than some object closer. Even the twinkling stars are periodically obscured by some undefined blackness. What is certain is that the ponies have nothing hiding them from what may be lurking in the dark. Amber does not know how big this Blast is, nor how far it extends, but certainly it extends much further than her eyes can see - not to imply that she can see far in the black night.
The adults find a creek bed that is almost parallel to the downed trees how far below the level of the ground the creek runs varies, but in general, it can cover the ponies, or almost cover the ponies, from outside. It's wide enough for at least one pony to walk abreast on each bank next to the frozen stream in the middle. Amber can drag the sled over the ice, although sometimes the ice seems too thin for this to feel wise. Periodically, the adults move to look up and outside of the creek to what is beyond. Amber and Jakala, however, remain inside. Amber can see that the creek is normally lined with dead grass or lichen, often covered in a thin layer of packed snow or ice. In many places, however, lines of mud extend over the ice and grass in ugly lines that have themselves frozen over, and this extends even to the frozen stream.
>>177457
D'awwwwww. She's having a nightmare about working. Kira reaches up, and gives her deer friend a reassuring pat.
D'awwwwww. She's having a nightmare about working. Kira reaches up, and gives her deer friend a reassuring pat.
>>177458
Amber feels terrified about making the slightest sound out here in the wastes. This place isn't natural, they shouldn't be here…weren't the grown-ups worried about some sort of "virus" as they put it? The creek bed's depression is only a small comfort.
"Papa, why are we out here?" she whispers. Her voice is small, tremulous, and comes across as if she's shivering.
Amber feels terrified about making the slightest sound out here in the wastes. This place isn't natural, they shouldn't be here…weren't the grown-ups worried about some sort of "virus" as they put it? The creek bed's depression is only a small comfort.
"Papa, why are we out here?" she whispers. Her voice is small, tremulous, and comes across as if she's shivering.
>>177431
Cavaliere seems to smile as well, or at least his eyes suggest it. Those beaks are always in the way.
"Major, as soon as I have my licenses I'll be out of here. I imagine your subordinates will be able to find me easily."
>>177434
How am I supposed to take a business card seriously when it has the name "Rosey Ring" on it?
Cavaliere seems to smile as well, or at least his eyes suggest it. Those beaks are always in the way.
"Major, as soon as I have my licenses I'll be out of here. I imagine your subordinates will be able to find me easily."
>>177434
How am I supposed to take a business card seriously when it has the name "Rosey Ring" on it?
>>177460
It is worth mentioning that the ice-entombed plants Amber sometimes drags the sled over are dead. The trees, were they not slain by the Blast, would certainly be in torpor. The layers of snow and ice are thin, thinner than the snow that would sometimes fall on Amber's farm back home. This place is not only dark but dry, and Amber has not seen a single snowflake fall from the clear, black skies above. The grass and bark of the plants, however, are often singed, charred, or outright destroyed by fire, and the ponies (except Amber) have to lower their heads as the pass under a burnt log that has fallen over the creek bed.
Father turns back to Amber and pats her head in a way that is likely more to reassure himself than her.
"Well uh, to see what that Vaeltaja is up to. You wanted to see the holy site, right? That spiritual site? Well all the same, we are just investigating." He says and smiles weakly.
Jakala behaves herself, more or less. She got off and walked when Amber had to drag the sled over trunks. When Amber reached the ice, she hops onto it again. She stays silent, though she does start talking,
"Do you hear that? It's a crackling. Like a fire. crack crack crack crack."
"Shhhh" Father says, looking back to Jakala, who stops speaking, and then over the side of the creak. And the ponies do hear sounds. Once, some kind of mammalian sound. Amber can't say if it is a wolf, or something else. The ponies stop moving, look over the side, and their ears go back. They don't seem too concerned otherwise. Later, there is a sound closer to an insect, like a cicada. This disturbs the ponies, and they move to the other side of the stream.
The ponies continue along the stream. Father again turns to Amber and whispers,
"Did you want to see the stone?"
>>177461
He nods
"Do you have your arrangements for where you will be staying?"
>>177459
Deer is pat
Her fur is short, and just a little coarse. Her ears move back, then up.
[Read more] It is worth mentioning that the ice-entombed plants Amber sometimes drags the sled over are dead. The trees, were they not slain by the Blast, would certainly be in torpor. The layers of snow and ice are thin, thinner than the snow that would sometimes fall on Amber's farm back home. This place is not only dark but dry, and Amber has not seen a single snowflake fall from the clear, black skies above. The grass and bark of the plants, however, are often singed, charred, or outright destroyed by fire, and the ponies (except Amber) have to lower their heads as the pass under a burnt log that has fallen over the creek bed.
Father turns back to Amber and pats her head in a way that is likely more to reassure himself than her.
"Well uh, to see what that Vaeltaja is up to. You wanted to see the holy site, right? That spiritual site? Well all the same, we are just investigating." He says and smiles weakly.
Jakala behaves herself, more or less. She got off and walked when Amber had to drag the sled over trunks. When Amber reached the ice, she hops onto it again. She stays silent, though she does start talking,
"Do you hear that? It's a crackling. Like a fire. crack crack crack crack."
"Shhhh" Father says, looking back to Jakala, who stops speaking, and then over the side of the creak. And the ponies do hear sounds. Once, some kind of mammalian sound. Amber can't say if it is a wolf, or something else. The ponies stop moving, look over the side, and their ears go back. They don't seem too concerned otherwise. Later, there is a sound closer to an insect, like a cicada. This disturbs the ponies, and they move to the other side of the stream.
The ponies continue along the stream. Father again turns to Amber and whispers,
"Did you want to see the stone?"
>>177461
He nods
"Do you have your arrangements for where you will be staying?"
>>177459
Deer is pat
Her fur is short, and just a little coarse. Her ears move back, then up.
>>177462
Amber has a gut instinct that none of them belong out here and that they should turn back. However, she knows she can't convince the grown-ups to do that, and they seem to think of the "Inspector" as scarier. Plus, she really does have a curiosity that must be satiated.
"Yes," she replies meekly.
Amber has a gut instinct that none of them belong out here and that they should turn back. However, she knows she can't convince the grown-ups to do that, and they seem to think of the "Inspector" as scarier. Plus, she really does have a curiosity that must be satiated.
"Yes," she replies meekly.
>>177463
He rubs behind her ear, sometimes pressing it down and flapping it.
"But, little pony, you should know. It's just a stone. Nothing more and nothing less. There's nothing to really be afraid of, little Kultainen, except that we may be less, as ponies, than we could be."
He scratches some more.
The creek becomes shallow, and also has noticeable twists. The stallion says "If we are going to get closer, we will need to get leave the creek."
Peaking out, it's nothing but an endless stretch of felled trees, extending towards blackness in every direction.
He rubs behind her ear, sometimes pressing it down and flapping it.
"But, little pony, you should know. It's just a stone. Nothing more and nothing less. There's nothing to really be afraid of, little Kultainen, except that we may be less, as ponies, than we could be."
He scratches some more.
The creek becomes shallow, and also has noticeable twists. The stallion says "If we are going to get closer, we will need to get leave the creek."
Peaking out, it's nothing but an endless stretch of felled trees, extending towards blackness in every direction.
>>177464
"The Sonata is provided for military contractors. It has the advantage of being defended, even if it is most likely watched. Should that not be to your liking, you can stay elsewhere, and maybe get a voucher in lieu. Just so long as we can find you."
>>177465
Neela does know how cute she is. Cute enough to be spared. Like Nipper, but unlike Hopper. The ears move up on the deer as she is pat, and rotate.
"The Sonata is provided for military contractors. It has the advantage of being defended, even if it is most likely watched. Should that not be to your liking, you can stay elsewhere, and maybe get a voucher in lieu. Just so long as we can find you."
>>177465
Neela does know how cute she is. Cute enough to be spared. Like Nipper, but unlike Hopper. The ears move up on the deer as she is pat, and rotate.
>>177466
"I'm not afraid. It's just a stone," she insists. "But…this place is so odd. This whole forest is gone, but our village is okay. Are we just lucky?"
"I'm not afraid. It's just a stone," she insists. "But…this place is so odd. This whole forest is gone, but our village is okay. Are we just lucky?"
>>177467
He takes another puff of his cigar. "I appreciate the gesture. However, my profession relies on clients believing that they can come to me unobserved. I will let you know, don't worry."
He takes another puff of his cigar. "I appreciate the gesture. However, my profession relies on clients believing that they can come to me unobserved. I will let you know, don't worry."
>>177468
scritch scritch scritch
"Oh little pony, I wouldn't call it lucky that a meteor came so close to us. They are so rare, we're unlucky it hit nearby at all. We lost every single glass window, most of our trees, and quite a few smaller sheds. Our homes at least were spared but uh, yes, if it had exploded just a kaffekok to the southeast, it would have- it would have been much worse, yes."
The other stallion looks back and comments
"Should we be so quick to dismiss the convergence? That explosion happened right by the sieidis in the forest. I mean, maybe not like Vaeltaja says, but remember our ancestors believed it to hold a portal to the underworld and beyond."
Father:
"Well yes, I think we should. The ponies from Everfrost say it was a meteor."
Stallion:
"They are too quick to dismiss the wisdom of our ancestors."
Father:
sigh
"The explosion came from high above the ground, didn't it?"
Stallion:
"I... think so? I'm just saying..."
When the ponies go back above ground, they are surely exposed.
>>177469
He nods, with a small smile.
"Very well. Your documents are in the other room. You'll have more details on your first assignment shortly."
[Read more] scritch scritch scritch
"Oh little pony, I wouldn't call it lucky that a meteor came so close to us. They are so rare, we're unlucky it hit nearby at all. We lost every single glass window, most of our trees, and quite a few smaller sheds. Our homes at least were spared but uh, yes, if it had exploded just a kaffekok to the southeast, it would have- it would have been much worse, yes."
The other stallion looks back and comments
"Should we be so quick to dismiss the convergence? That explosion happened right by the sieidis in the forest. I mean, maybe not like Vaeltaja says, but remember our ancestors believed it to hold a portal to the underworld and beyond."
Father:
"Well yes, I think we should. The ponies from Everfrost say it was a meteor."
Stallion:
"They are too quick to dismiss the wisdom of our ancestors."
Father:
sigh
"The explosion came from high above the ground, didn't it?"
Stallion:
"I... think so? I'm just saying..."
When the ponies go back above ground, they are surely exposed.
>>177469
He nods, with a small smile.
"Very well. Your documents are in the other room. You'll have more details on your first assignment shortly."
>>177470
Amber has to wonder why these stallions act so dismissive of the spirits and their actions, yet are quick to second-guess themselves whenever something unusual happens. It's not long before she's more caught up in worry about what lurks in the dark.
Amber has to wonder why these stallions act so dismissive of the spirits and their actions, yet are quick to second-guess themselves whenever something unusual happens. It's not long before she's more caught up in worry about what lurks in the dark.
>>177470
Cavaliere thanks the major and collects the documents. He moves on to the next stage of customs, if there is one, but not before asking the name of the detained stallion and where he used to live.
Cavaliere thanks the major and collects the documents. He moves on to the next stage of customs, if there is one, but not before asking the name of the detained stallion and where he used to live.
>>177467
I think Hopper showed how cute he was in Kira's dream last night. Regardless, Neela is doing a good job of showing how cute she is now. "D'awwwww."
I think Hopper showed how cute he was in Kira's dream last night. Regardless, Neela is doing a good job of showing how cute she is now. "D'awwwww."
>>177471
The ponies start to walk through the destroyed forest, over the burned husks of trees and under the star and aurora studded abyssal black sky. The twilight in the south starts to wane, and the black retakes its place.
But off in the distance, to the south and west, the moving shadows become undeniable. Multiple moving shadows, black at first, then grey, move along in a group.
>>177473
So Neela isn't too cute to eat. Makes sense, I suppose.
At this point, it's pretty clear that she's trying to sleep in, or avoid doing something. There's no way this is her natural sleep schedule. Unless she got up last night for several hours... which is certainly possible, but Kira found her in the same place she left her.
>>177472
Garv goes back into the room and meets up with the same black stallion, who hooves him a license and some papers. Off in the next room he is lined up to take a photograph. Soon enough, a laminated visa is produced. Garv's face is, well, Garv... Watermarks and what must presumably be anti-forgery features give the visa an oddly aesthetic quality.
"His name is Folded Holly. I don't think he's been released yet."
[Read more] The ponies start to walk through the destroyed forest, over the burned husks of trees and under the star and aurora studded abyssal black sky. The twilight in the south starts to wane, and the black retakes its place.
But off in the distance, to the south and west, the moving shadows become undeniable. Multiple moving shadows, black at first, then grey, move along in a group.
>>177473
So Neela isn't too cute to eat. Makes sense, I suppose.
At this point, it's pretty clear that she's trying to sleep in, or avoid doing something. There's no way this is her natural sleep schedule. Unless she got up last night for several hours... which is certainly possible, but Kira found her in the same place she left her.
>>177472
Garv goes back into the room and meets up with the same black stallion, who hooves him a license and some papers. Off in the next room he is lined up to take a photograph. Soon enough, a laminated visa is produced. Garv's face is, well, Garv... Watermarks and what must presumably be anti-forgery features give the visa an oddly aesthetic quality.
"His name is Folded Holly. I don't think he's been released yet."
Amber bites her father's coat to grab his attention, and points a hoof at the movement.
>>177475
He looks over towards the movement, and crouches down. The other stallion, ahead of the two, has already noticed.
They move slowly, and seem to be mostly brown in color, though with accents of other colors. There are four of them.
>>177476
"Yes. He seems to have an aunt in the area, and also a sister. His parents may or may not be in Canterlot. We haven't figured that out yet."
He looks over towards the movement, and crouches down. The other stallion, ahead of the two, has already noticed.
They move slowly, and seem to be mostly brown in color, though with accents of other colors. There are four of them.
>>177476
"Yes. He seems to have an aunt in the area, and also a sister. His parents may or may not be in Canterlot. We haven't figured that out yet."
>>177477
It's really hard to pick out color in low-light conditions
She scoots over to the sled next to Jakala, in order to comfort her and make sure she doesn't make any noise. Her ears are trained on the figures ahead.
It's really hard to pick out color in low-light conditions
She scoots over to the sled next to Jakala, in order to comfort her and make sure she doesn't make any noise. Her ears are trained on the figures ahead.
>>177477
"If you have the names of his aunt and sister I could verify this information for you," he suggests.
"If you have the names of his aunt and sister I could verify this information for you," he suggests.
>>177480
Unfortunately we've run out of pony names for the day. Cavaliere says, "Thank you" and finishes the customs process with all his luggage. He asks for a high-end hotel with excellent customer service.
Unfortunately we've run out of pony names for the day. Cavaliere says, "Thank you" and finishes the customs process with all his luggage. He asks for a high-end hotel with excellent customer service.
>>177483
She can try
>>177481
A slow pace it must be, as every movement forward threatens to crack a twig, or piles of dead needles.
Amber does, however, see what the figures are, although she surely already suspects the answer. They are ponies. Four of them, and wearing jackets. The adults move slowly forward, or try to.
>>177482
scrunchy
"The Lord Baltimare is in the city center. Not far from Union Station, the military headquarters, R&M, and even the Blackhooves. A car can take you there if you desire."
[Read more] She can try
>>177481
A slow pace it must be, as every movement forward threatens to crack a twig, or piles of dead needles.
Amber does, however, see what the figures are, although she surely already suspects the answer. They are ponies. Four of them, and wearing jackets. The adults move slowly forward, or try to.
>>177482
scrunchy
"The Lord Baltimare is in the city center. Not far from Union Station, the military headquarters, R&M, and even the Blackhooves. A car can take you there if you desire."
>>177484
Ponies? she must wonder. Why would ponies, let alone four all together, be out in this dismal place? Surely it's not for the same reason her group is?
Ponies? she must wonder. Why would ponies, let alone four all together, be out in this dismal place? Surely it's not for the same reason her group is?
>>177484
And try she does, make slow, steady, subtle movements to try to uncoil without making Neela fall.
And try she does, make slow, steady, subtle movements to try to uncoil without making Neela fall.
[4d6 = 11]
[4d6 = 18]
[4d6 = 15]
[4d6 = 12]
[4d6 = 12]
[4d6 = 13]
[4d6 = 18]
[4d6 = 15]
[4d6 = 12]
[4d6 = 12]
[4d6 = 13]
Gonna roll craft (writing) to see how many shekels Posey makes off of her Necrology report this week
[1d20+9 = (8+9) = 17]
[1d20+9 = (8+9) = 17]
*sighs*
[1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 6]
[1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 2]
[1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 2]
[1d6 = 2] , [1d6 = 6] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 4]
[1d6 = 4] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 4] , [1d6 = 1]
[1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 5]
[1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 6]
[1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 2]
[1d6 = 3] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 2]
[1d6 = 2] , [1d6 = 6] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 4]
[1d6 = 4] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 4] , [1d6 = 1]
[1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 5] , [1d6 = 1] , [1d6 = 5]
>>177492
I'm just going to use the elite array for my cohorts and followers. There's going to be quite a few of them, and they all need to be inferior to Posey.
>>177461
>How am I supposed to take a business card seriously when it has the name "Rosey Ring" on it?
Because you live in a country where a pony named "Pinkie Pie" is considered to be a national hero.
I'm just going to use the elite array for my cohorts and followers. There's going to be quite a few of them, and they all need to be inferior to Posey.
>>177461
>How am I supposed to take a business card seriously when it has the name "Rosey Ring" on it?
Because you live in a country where a pony named "Pinkie Pie" is considered to be a national hero.
Somewhere among the streets of Baltimare, a very out of place looking zebra is wandering in the morning light. Most would say aimlessly, but he knows he's looking for something. What or where this thing is nopony knows, including him.
>>177495
Oh my, this one is simply adorable! How long have YOU been dead, not that it has affected your delightful figure!
(This is in character but meta, dont twist it)
Oh my, this one is simply adorable! How long have YOU been dead, not that it has affected your delightful figure!
(This is in character but meta, dont twist it)
>>177496
Is it purpose? If that is the case, he may have to try harder. Some find purpose in family. In their children, in their wives and spouses, and in their friends. Some find purpose in their work. Some find purpose in a higher power.
But if he's looking for coffee or a place to get breakfast, there are plenty of options along the road
>>177486
A black cab awaits, and soon, Garv is transported through the city at twilight. The road follows an avenue next to the river, which is raised above the level of the bed by ten or so feet. To the right are many brick buildings, at first not so nice and including things like a brick factory, but soon replaced by row after row of townhomes, with bright red as well as greyish white. After a while and past a tall, neoclassical styled building that takes up the entire block, it turns north. The buildings become taller as he goes along, until by the center, several of the buildings could be called skyscrapers, with the most prominent of these having a shape almost like a sail on a mast.
Then they pull up to a stone-facade building with brass ringing around its revolving front door. The cab pulls up, and a tan unicorn colt is ready to take Garv's bag. Neon lights show that this is indeed the Lord Baltimare.
>>177490
And...
thump
The deer slips off and falls to the rug as the coils let up. Her eyes go big, and she stands up.
"What? Huh?"
>>177485
They move along, until they see several more ponies simply standing. Several trees in this area still stand, albeit perfectly cleaned of all branches or needles. They may as well be telephone poles, erected after the blast. And beyond this, they can see that they are on the crest of some kind of lake or other geological feature.
[Read more] Is it purpose? If that is the case, he may have to try harder. Some find purpose in family. In their children, in their wives and spouses, and in their friends. Some find purpose in their work. Some find purpose in a higher power.
But if he's looking for coffee or a place to get breakfast, there are plenty of options along the road
>>177486
A black cab awaits, and soon, Garv is transported through the city at twilight. The road follows an avenue next to the river, which is raised above the level of the bed by ten or so feet. To the right are many brick buildings, at first not so nice and including things like a brick factory, but soon replaced by row after row of townhomes, with bright red as well as greyish white. After a while and past a tall, neoclassical styled building that takes up the entire block, it turns north. The buildings become taller as he goes along, until by the center, several of the buildings could be called skyscrapers, with the most prominent of these having a shape almost like a sail on a mast.
Then they pull up to a stone-facade building with brass ringing around its revolving front door. The cab pulls up, and a tan unicorn colt is ready to take Garv's bag. Neon lights show that this is indeed the Lord Baltimare.
>>177490
And...
thump
The deer slips off and falls to the rug as the coils let up. Her eyes go big, and she stands up.
"What? Huh?"
>>177485
They move along, until they see several more ponies simply standing. Several trees in this area still stand, albeit perfectly cleaned of all branches or needles. They may as well be telephone poles, erected after the blast. And beyond this, they can see that they are on the crest of some kind of lake or other geological feature.
>>177498
Cavaliere pays close attention to the surroundings he passes by. He pays the cab fare, plus tip, and lets the uniformed bellhop take his bags as he heads to the reception area.
Cavaliere pays close attention to the surroundings he passes by. He pays the cab fare, plus tip, and lets the uniformed bellhop take his bags as he heads to the reception area.
>>177498
Kira cringes, and looks back to Neela.
"...sorry! I was trying to move without disturbing you. I think I failed..."
Kira cringes, and looks back to Neela.
"...sorry! I was trying to move without disturbing you. I think I failed..."
>>177498
This must be some sort of special place for them. Amber watches at a distance. Perhaps Vaeltaja is among them.
This must be some sort of special place for them. Amber watches at a distance. Perhaps Vaeltaja is among them.
>>177500
Neela is draped in the blanket. She stands up, trembling, and looks to either side.
>>177499
Inside, he enters into an atrium with a second level and brass or gilded rails, a piano and a stair case with red carpet, and marble decor everywhere. A green unicorn mare sits behind the marble reception counter.
>>177501
They move together and... They kind of just stand there. Not talking to each other, not looking in some direction expectantly, but just standing there. Still.
Neela is draped in the blanket. She stands up, trembling, and looks to either side.
>>177499
Inside, he enters into an atrium with a second level and brass or gilded rails, a piano and a stair case with red carpet, and marble decor everywhere. A green unicorn mare sits behind the marble reception counter.
>>177501
They move together and... They kind of just stand there. Not talking to each other, not looking in some direction expectantly, but just standing there. Still.
>>177502
Amber is confused by this behavior. Are they waiting for somepony to show up? It's not natural. She stops approaching and waits to see what happens.
Amber is confused by this behavior. Are they waiting for somepony to show up? It's not natural. She stops approaching and waits to see what happens.
>>177502
The griffon keenly observes what other creatures may be inside. He approaches the counter and removes his hat. "Good evening, mademoiselle. I'd like to see about renting a room."
The griffon keenly observes what other creatures may be inside. He approaches the counter and removes his hat. "Good evening, mademoiselle. I'd like to see about renting a room."
>>177502
"Sorry!" Kira smiles sheepishly at her deer friend. "Were you having a nightmare? You were mumbling in your sleep about not wanting to work."
"Sorry!" Kira smiles sheepishly at her deer friend. "Were you having a nightmare? You were mumbling in your sleep about not wanting to work."
>>177504
She looks up at him.
"Hello, are you from Aquelia? Nova Griffonia?"
And,
"Can I see some ID? It's requirement now."
And she adds
"What kind of room are you looking for? A standard? For how many guests? And for how many nights?"
>>177506
"Huh?"
She looks down
"No..."
[Read more] She looks up at him.
"Hello, are you from Aquelia? Nova Griffonia?"
And,
"Can I see some ID? It's requirement now."
And she adds
"What kind of room are you looking for? A standard? For how many guests? And for how many nights?"
>>177506
"Huh?"
She looks down
"No..."
Gonna roll the urban encounter table against myself and roleplay it for giggles.
https://www.realmshelps.net/adventuring/urban.shtml
Baltimare is metropolis-sized, but Posey is laying low so the mod is only +1
[1d20+1 = (2+1) = 3]
https://www.realmshelps.net/adventuring/urban.shtml
Baltimare is metropolis-sized, but Posey is laying low so the mod is only +1
[1d20+1 = (2+1) = 3]
>>177508
>Pickpockets
Well darn. Let's generate some stats for a thief of Posey's level and see if they steal something off of Posey.
I'm going to say it's a bat pony, because Bat ponies are gypsy-tier. I'm making him the same level as Posey because I like a challenge, although a Rogue has no chance of killing Posey.
>Here's a stat block for a level 4 Rogue in D&D 3.5e, specializing in Sleight of Hand and pickpocketing, with no racial traits except a 60-foot fly speed and darkvision.
---
**Name:** Shadow Thief
**Race:** Custom (60 ft. fly speed, darkvision)
**Class:** Rogue 4
**Alignment:** Chaotic Neutral
**Abilities:**
- **Strength:** 10 (+0)
- **Dexterity:** 18 (+4)
- **Constitution:** 12 (+1)
- **Intelligence:** 14 (+2)
- **Wisdom:** 10 (+0)
- **Charisma:** 8 (-1)
**Hit Points:** 25 (4d6 + 4)
**Armor Class:** 16 (Leather Armor + Dex)
**Initiative:** +4
**Speed:** 30 ft., fly 60 ft. (perfect)
**Base Attack Bonus:** +3
**Melee Attack:** +3 (shortsword, 1d6 damage, 19-20/x2)
**Ranged Attack:** +7 (dagger, 1d4 damage, 19-20/x2)
**Saving Throws:**
- **Fortitude:** +2
- **Reflex:** +7
- **Will:** +1
**Skills:** (total skill points = 32)
- **Sleight of Hand:** +12 (8 ranks + 4 Dex)
- **Hide:** +12 (8 ranks + 4 Dex)
- **Move Silently:** +12 (8 ranks + 4 Dex)
- **Search:** +10 (8 ranks + 2 Int)
- **Open Lock:** +12 (8 ranks + 4 Dex)
- **Pick Pocket:** +12 (8 ranks + 4 Dex)
- **Disguise:** +6 (5 ranks - 1 Cha)
- **Bluff:** +6 (7 ranks - 1 Cha)
**Feats:**
- **Weapon Finesse** (for dagger)
- **Stealthy** (bonus to Hide and Move Silently)
- **Improved Initiative** (increase initiative modifier)
**Rogue Special Abilities:**
- **Sneak Attack:** +2d6 extra damage on a successful attack if the target is flat-footed or if the Rogue has an ally within 5 ft.
- **Trapfinding:** Can find and disable traps.
**Equipment:**
- Leather Armor
- Shortsword
- 5 Daggers
- Thieves' Tools
- Cloak of Elvenkind (bonus to stealth)
- Various coins and small trinkets for pickpocketing.
---
>This Rogue is built for agility and finesse, excelling in stealth and pickpocketing while having decent mobility with a fly speed. Adjust the equipment and abilities as needed to fit your campaign!
Ask about gender
>Let's make the character female. She can have a mysterious and agile persona, perfectly suited for her role as a cunning thief.
Shadow Thief has no chance against Posey in combat (although she doesn't know that), but can she manage to snatch Posey's Purse? Let's see.
Sneaking check to approach Posey.
[1d20+12 = (16+12) = 28]
And then Sleight Of Hand
[1d20+12 = (18+12) = 30]
If it fails the sneak check, she'll make a bluff check brush past her before gyping her.
[Read more] >Pickpockets
Well darn. Let's generate some stats for a thief of Posey's level and see if they steal something off of Posey.
I'm going to say it's a bat pony, because Bat ponies are gypsy-tier. I'm making him the same level as Posey because I like a challenge, although a Rogue has no chance of killing Posey.
>Here's a stat block for a level 4 Rogue in D&D 3.5e, specializing in Sleight of Hand and pickpocketing, with no racial traits except a 60-foot fly speed and darkvision.
---
**Name:** Shadow Thief
**Race:** Custom (60 ft. fly speed, darkvision)
**Class:** Rogue 4
**Alignment:** Chaotic Neutral
**Abilities:**
- **Strength:** 10 (+0)
- **Dexterity:** 18 (+4)
- **Constitution:** 12 (+1)
- **Intelligence:** 14 (+2)
- **Wisdom:** 10 (+0)
- **Charisma:** 8 (-1)
**Hit Points:** 25 (4d6 + 4)
**Armor Class:** 16 (Leather Armor + Dex)
**Initiative:** +4
**Speed:** 30 ft., fly 60 ft. (perfect)
**Base Attack Bonus:** +3
**Melee Attack:** +3 (shortsword, 1d6 damage, 19-20/x2)
**Ranged Attack:** +7 (dagger, 1d4 damage, 19-20/x2)
**Saving Throws:**
- **Fortitude:** +2
- **Reflex:** +7
- **Will:** +1
**Skills:** (total skill points = 32)
- **Sleight of Hand:** +12 (8 ranks + 4 Dex)
- **Hide:** +12 (8 ranks + 4 Dex)
- **Move Silently:** +12 (8 ranks + 4 Dex)
- **Search:** +10 (8 ranks + 2 Int)
- **Open Lock:** +12 (8 ranks + 4 Dex)
- **Pick Pocket:** +12 (8 ranks + 4 Dex)
- **Disguise:** +6 (5 ranks - 1 Cha)
- **Bluff:** +6 (7 ranks - 1 Cha)
**Feats:**
- **Weapon Finesse** (for dagger)
- **Stealthy** (bonus to Hide and Move Silently)
- **Improved Initiative** (increase initiative modifier)
**Rogue Special Abilities:**
- **Sneak Attack:** +2d6 extra damage on a successful attack if the target is flat-footed or if the Rogue has an ally within 5 ft.
- **Trapfinding:** Can find and disable traps.
**Equipment:**
- Leather Armor
- Shortsword
- 5 Daggers
- Thieves' Tools
- Cloak of Elvenkind (bonus to stealth)
- Various coins and small trinkets for pickpocketing.
---
>This Rogue is built for agility and finesse, excelling in stealth and pickpocketing while having decent mobility with a fly speed. Adjust the equipment and abilities as needed to fit your campaign!
Ask about gender
>Let's make the character female. She can have a mysterious and agile persona, perfectly suited for her role as a cunning thief.
Shadow Thief has no chance against Posey in combat (although she doesn't know that), but can she manage to snatch Posey's Purse? Let's see.
Sneaking check to approach Posey.
[1d20+12 = (16+12) = 28]
And then Sleight Of Hand
[1d20+12 = (18+12) = 30]
If it fails the sneak check, she'll make a bluff check brush past her before gyping her.
>>177510
Fuck! That's beyond my skill ceiling.
Opposed checks anyway
Listen (should be DC 15 at this range)
[1d20+3 = (17+3) = 20]
And spot
[1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
Fuck! That's beyond my skill ceiling.
Opposed checks anyway
Listen (should be DC 15 at this range)
[1d20+3 = (17+3) = 20]
And spot
[1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
>>177511
Posey fails to notice Shadow Thief's approach, but manages to hear her moving past her. She pays the bat pony no mind.
"Hmm? I thought she looked familiar for a moment..."
Now I will roll pickpocketing tables to see what was stolen from her (luckily, she doesn't keep all of her gold on her at once).
Posey fails to notice Shadow Thief's approach, but manages to hear her moving past her. She pays the bat pony no mind.
"Hmm? I thought she looked familiar for a moment..."
Now I will roll pickpocketing tables to see what was stolen from her (luckily, she doesn't keep all of her gold on her at once).
>>177512
She went for the coin purse, duh.
>A level 4 necromancer might typically have around 100 to 200 gold pieces in her coin purse, reflecting her status and resources. For your rogue's successful pickpocketing, let’s say she managed to snag 150 gold pieces. This amount is reasonable for a character of that level while still providing a nice reward for the rogue's skill.
This is more than one tenth of Posey's total wealth (she would keep this much walking around money on her, because she would anticipate having to make quick bribes. She did not even get to fight her... Oh well.
She went for the coin purse, duh.
>A level 4 necromancer might typically have around 100 to 200 gold pieces in her coin purse, reflecting her status and resources. For your rogue's successful pickpocketing, let’s say she managed to snag 150 gold pieces. This amount is reasonable for a character of that level while still providing a nice reward for the rogue's skill.
This is more than one tenth of Posey's total wealth (she would keep this much walking around money on her, because she would anticipate having to make quick bribes. She did not even get to fight her... Oh well.
I guess the encounter is over. Posey just lost, and will only find out when she wants to buy something.
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>>177515
That's alright with me. Maybe some day Posey will meet Shadow Thief again. She's already outed herself as an oblivious target with deep pockets...
At least she didn't steal her forged ID. That would have been a pain to replace.
That's alright with me. Maybe some day Posey will meet Shadow Thief again. She's already outed herself as an oblivious target with deep pockets...
At least she didn't steal her forged ID. That would have been a pain to replace.
>>177508
>Pickpockets: One or more rogues tries to steal from the PCs. A pickpocket has rogue levels equal to 2 less than the party level and a Sleight of Hand modifier equal to 4 more than the party level.
I overshot this encounter by far (of course they didn't expect you to just make a rogue character on the spot), but whatever: It's already canon. I did say I wanted a challenge.
Let's just assume that Shadow Thief is considered to be a big fish around these parts. At lvl 4, she is at maximum "local hero" level (lvl 5 being where characters enter "hero of the realm").
I humbly request that if the DM rolls additional urban encounter table (which is more than welcome; I love random encounters), that subsequent pickpockets not have such unbeatable pickpocket mods.
>Pickpockets: One or more rogues tries to steal from the PCs. A pickpocket has rogue levels equal to 2 less than the party level and a Sleight of Hand modifier equal to 4 more than the party level.
I overshot this encounter by far (of course they didn't expect you to just make a rogue character on the spot), but whatever: It's already canon. I did say I wanted a challenge.
Let's just assume that Shadow Thief is considered to be a big fish around these parts. At lvl 4, she is at maximum "local hero" level (lvl 5 being where characters enter "hero of the realm").
I humbly request that if the DM rolls additional urban encounter table (which is more than welcome; I love random encounters), that subsequent pickpockets not have such unbeatable pickpocket mods.
>>177517
IMO in a setting with modern population levels, after millions of said population were conscripted to fight in a massive war, level 5 probably wouldn't be that unusual. Highly trained soldier, maybe, but common enough that "hero of the realm" is a little excessive.
IMO in a setting with modern population levels, after millions of said population were conscripted to fight in a massive war, level 5 probably wouldn't be that unusual. Highly trained soldier, maybe, but common enough that "hero of the realm" is a little excessive.
>>177518
>IMO in a setting with modern population levels, after millions of said population were conscripted to fight in a massive war
Describes several d&d settings, including Eberron, especially Eberron.
>level 5 probably wouldn't be that unusual
It is in Eberron. Lvl 5 is remarkable, any anyone who makes it to that level is heroic.
99% if characters never make it past lvl 1, and PC classes are a minority.
>Highly trained soldier, maybe, but common enough that "hero of the realm" is a little excessive.
Lvl 5 would be considered a hero in a d20 modern game too. Once you reach lvl 5 you enter the "action movie protagonist" tier. John Wick would be between levels ~6-10ish.
d&d/d20 characters at any level would be considered to be heroes at any level. The question is what kind of challenges they face, and what the stakes of their adventures are.
That being said, "Tiers Of Play" is a 5e meme. 3.5e doesn't scale nearly as predictably.
>>177519
Reeeeeee
[Read more] >IMO in a setting with modern population levels, after millions of said population were conscripted to fight in a massive war
Describes several d&d settings, including Eberron, especially Eberron.
>level 5 probably wouldn't be that unusual
It is in Eberron. Lvl 5 is remarkable, any anyone who makes it to that level is heroic.
99% if characters never make it past lvl 1, and PC classes are a minority.
>Highly trained soldier, maybe, but common enough that "hero of the realm" is a little excessive.
Lvl 5 would be considered a hero in a d20 modern game too. Once you reach lvl 5 you enter the "action movie protagonist" tier. John Wick would be between levels ~6-10ish.
d&d/d20 characters at any level would be considered to be heroes at any level. The question is what kind of challenges they face, and what the stakes of their adventures are.
That being said, "Tiers Of Play" is a 5e meme. 3.5e doesn't scale nearly as predictably.
>>177519
Reeeeeee
>>177520
I use level 3 fighters (mostly without flair) to make generic enemies, and most companions and quest givers are level 4 or 5.
I use level 3 fighters (mostly without flair) to make generic enemies, and most companions and quest givers are level 4 or 5.
>>177521
That's fine. It does bloat their CR a bit, but it seems as though that's not a major concern.
That's fine. It does bloat their CR a bit, but it seems as though that's not a major concern.
>>177523
“Uh…”
Neela looks around, uncomfortable that she’s surrounded by a giant snake. She looks over to one side, lowers her legs and then…
Jumps over Kira’s body to outside, moving out if the blanket in the process.
“Uh, sure?”
“Uh…”
Neela looks around, uncomfortable that she’s surrounded by a giant snake. She looks over to one side, lowers her legs and then…
Jumps over Kira’s body to outside, moving out if the blanket in the process.
“Uh, sure?”
>>177525
Kira smiles at her friend. "I'm glad to hear! You were pretty adorable to watch, I must say."
Kira smiles at her friend. "I'm glad to hear! You were pretty adorable to watch, I must say."
>>177530
That was just an AI-generated NPC who lifted three pounds of gold off of Posey and disappeared.
That was just an AI-generated NPC who lifted three pounds of gold off of Posey and disappeared.
>>177532
Oh memories, how sweet they can be. I tell you, theres a pastry shop just around the corner,... immaculate quality. I digress, suffice it to say that the mere memory of something sweet can be quite enticing.
Oh memories, how sweet they can be. I tell you, theres a pastry shop just around the corner,... immaculate quality. I digress, suffice it to say that the mere memory of something sweet can be quite enticing.
>>177529
"Okay! I'm going to make myself presentable, and see if the nice old mare next door is away so I can return her tea set."
"Okay! I'm going to make myself presentable, and see if the nice old mare next door is away so I can return her tea set."
>>177532
>an AI-generated NPC who lifted three pounds of gold off of Posey and disappeared
>lifted three pounds of gold off of Posey
>three pounds of gold
Three pounds of gold is 43.75 Troy Ounces. In modern prices, that's a bit over $120,000.00. Even in 1942 prices, that's over $1,550. The average annual income was $1,885, a house was on average $3,775, a new car was $920, and a year's tuition at Harvard was $420. Even if we are just weighing out three pounds, that is the same weight as 240 modern quarters. Or for a more comparable coin, that's 40 double eagles. Or 40 silver dollars.
No way anyone would carry that much on them, And no way any adventurer has enough money to buy eight houses. They'd retire.
>>177534
"Uh, sure. You do that." She says
[Read more] >an AI-generated NPC who lifted three pounds of gold off of Posey and disappeared
>lifted three pounds of gold off of Posey
>three pounds of gold
Three pounds of gold is 43.75 Troy Ounces. In modern prices, that's a bit over $120,000.00. Even in 1942 prices, that's over $1,550. The average annual income was $1,885, a house was on average $3,775, a new car was $920, and a year's tuition at Harvard was $420. Even if we are just weighing out three pounds, that is the same weight as 240 modern quarters. Or for a more comparable coin, that's 40 double eagles. Or 40 silver dollars.
No way anyone would carry that much on them, And no way any adventurer has enough money to buy eight houses. They'd retire.
>>177534
"Uh, sure. You do that." She says
>>177535
Kira slithers her way down to the bathroom, taking a look at herself in the mirror. She doesn't actually have any styling or mane-care items, so she basically just has to "wing it" and do her best with what she has. Once she's gussied up, she takes the tea set, and makes her way outside.
Hide: It's more difficult perhaps to try to hide her tail section in the daylight, but she still attempts to do so, so she doesn't give the old mare a heart attack.
[1d20+13 = (15+13) = 28]
Silver would use that money to buy eight different creatures houses, probably. Or spend it on his wives and children. Or whores.
Kira slithers her way down to the bathroom, taking a look at herself in the mirror. She doesn't actually have any styling or mane-care items, so she basically just has to "wing it" and do her best with what she has. Once she's gussied up, she takes the tea set, and makes her way outside.
Hide: It's more difficult perhaps to try to hide her tail section in the daylight, but she still attempts to do so, so she doesn't give the old mare a heart attack.
[1d20+13 = (15+13) = 28]
Silver would use that money to buy eight different creatures houses, probably. Or spend it on his wives and children. Or whores.
>>177536
Kira probably wishes she had a brush, as there are some tangles in her mane.
Exactly how a 20 foot long, 800 pound snake, golden colored snake is supposed to hide in broad daylight escapes me, but sure. Kira presumably stands a bit off to the side for the door, such that only the pony part of her is visible from the open door and the rest of her body is not.
With just a couple knocks, the old mare opens the door.
“Oh hello there young filly. I see you’ve brought my tea set back.” She smiles at Kira.
nods
Kira probably wishes she had a brush, as there are some tangles in her mane.
Exactly how a 20 foot long, 800 pound snake, golden colored snake is supposed to hide in broad daylight escapes me, but sure. Kira presumably stands a bit off to the side for the door, such that only the pony part of her is visible from the open door and the rest of her body is not.
With just a couple knocks, the old mare opens the door.
“Oh hello there young filly. I see you’ve brought my tea set back.” She smiles at Kira.
nods
>>177537
"Hello! I'm sorry I wasn't able to catch you last night before you must have gone to sleep, we lost track of time in the middle of our chat." She offers the tea set back to her with a smile. "It truly is an amazing and beautiful tea set, thank you so much for letting us use it! I also made sure to wash it after our company left."
"Hello! I'm sorry I wasn't able to catch you last night before you must have gone to sleep, we lost track of time in the middle of our chat." She offers the tea set back to her with a smile. "It truly is an amazing and beautiful tea set, thank you so much for letting us use it! I also made sure to wash it after our company left."
>>177538
"hehehe, my husband tells how he bought this set in a little shop off the side of the road at Mareway when we stopped there. It was many years ago, before the first revolt. I was there. At Mareway, not in the shop. You see we were stopped because we had gotten on the wrong train and - oh, yes, well, I think this is the right story - I was talking to this lovely mare and my husband realized that we didn't have a gift for a baby shower. That's where we were going, you see. To Ponderosa to see an old friend... I wonder how she's doing. Oh, I'm getting off topic, aren't I? You see, he went into this little shop to buy a gift for her and there he saw it. You know the shop keeper wanted nine bits for it? Nine bits! Ha! He offered seven, and he got it. Must be worth a lot more. It was a resell antique. I'm glad you got a nice use out of it. You must have if you had it all night. Must have been great company. I miss having company. You know, you should come in some time. Come in for coffee."
"hehehe, my husband tells how he bought this set in a little shop off the side of the road at Mareway when we stopped there. It was many years ago, before the first revolt. I was there. At Mareway, not in the shop. You see we were stopped because we had gotten on the wrong train and - oh, yes, well, I think this is the right story - I was talking to this lovely mare and my husband realized that we didn't have a gift for a baby shower. That's where we were going, you see. To Ponderosa to see an old friend... I wonder how she's doing. Oh, I'm getting off topic, aren't I? You see, he went into this little shop to buy a gift for her and there he saw it. You know the shop keeper wanted nine bits for it? Nine bits! Ha! He offered seven, and he got it. Must be worth a lot more. It was a resell antique. I'm glad you got a nice use out of it. You must have if you had it all night. Must have been great company. I miss having company. You know, you should come in some time. Come in for coffee."
>>177540
Kira smiles and listens politely to the mare's story, nodding at points. At her final statement, Kira looks kindly but disappointedly at her. "Oh, I wish I could, but we've got so much to do today. We need to finish getting things for the apartment - a new tea set, for instance - and I've got a lead for work at Customs and I really need to get this job. Oh! But can I come and visit some other time? It sounds like you have so many little pearls of wisdom to share, and you seem like a wonderfully nice mare."
Kira smiles and listens politely to the mare's story, nodding at points. At her final statement, Kira looks kindly but disappointedly at her. "Oh, I wish I could, but we've got so much to do today. We need to finish getting things for the apartment - a new tea set, for instance - and I've got a lead for work at Customs and I really need to get this job. Oh! But can I come and visit some other time? It sounds like you have so many little pearls of wisdom to share, and you seem like a wonderfully nice mare."
>>177542
"Oh yes, do come over some time. What a sweet little filly you are. She grabs Kira's cheeks. But she holds onto Kira and her smile fades as she looks at her skeptically
"Are you sure you're not one of them leather wings?"
"Oh yes, do come over some time. What a sweet little filly you are. She grabs Kira's cheeks. But she holds onto Kira and her smile fades as she looks at her skeptically
"Are you sure you're not one of them leather wings?"
>>177543
Kira giggles, even with her cheek grabbed. "Hehe, I'm pretty I'd know if I was born with a pair of bat wings."
Kira giggles, even with her cheek grabbed. "Hehe, I'm pretty I'd know if I was born with a pair of bat wings."
>>177544
"Hehe," she shakes Kira's cheek. She does seem to notice that the cheek stretches far more and far more easily than any she has ever grasped before. She looks a bit unsettled by this as she moves her hoof away.
"Oh you. Well I'm glad you got to have tea time with my set. Feel free to come over if you want to talk, or even if you need something again. Like for another tea time." She smiles again
"Hehe," she shakes Kira's cheek. She does seem to notice that the cheek stretches far more and far more easily than any she has ever grasped before. She looks a bit unsettled by this as she moves her hoof away.
"Oh you. Well I'm glad you got to have tea time with my set. Feel free to come over if you want to talk, or even if you need something again. Like for another tea time." She smiles again
>>177545
Perhaps Kira's just unusually stretchy for a pony. Surely it's not unheard of for some ponies to be stretchy, bouncy, and otherwise find ways to defy the laws of physics. One of them was an Equestrian hero until recently, after all. Kira smiles back, regardless.
"Absolutely! Thank you again so much, I'll definitely be back over here to talk and listen some more!"
Perhaps Kira's just unusually stretchy for a pony. Surely it's not unheard of for some ponies to be stretchy, bouncy, and otherwise find ways to defy the laws of physics. One of them was an Equestrian hero until recently, after all. Kira smiles back, regardless.
"Absolutely! Thank you again so much, I'll definitely be back over here to talk and listen some more!"
>>177509
"Yes." She nods, slowly, at first as if in disbelief. But she recovers quickly enough. "We do. A couple suite types in fact. Do you only need one bedroom?"
"Yes." She nods, slowly, at first as if in disbelief. But she recovers quickly enough. "We do. A couple suite types in fact. Do you only need one bedroom?"
>>177546
We do not speak of the unspeakable """contained""" at 327 Cherry Hill
"Take care! See us soon!" She closes her eyes and waves at Kira
We do not speak of the unspeakable """contained""" at 327 Cherry Hill
"Take care! See us soon!" She closes her eyes and waves at Kira
Cavaliere gives a polite nod. "Yes, I'll be staying alone for the foreseeable future. This does look like a very well-kept hotel. I am a visitor at Baltimare and an acquaintance of mine recommended this establishment to me."
>>177548
Kira waves back, and uses her hooves to back up like if she were a pony with four hooves, instead of a lamia with only two. Hopefully with Kira out of view, the nice old mare will close the door and Kira can stealthily slither back to her apartment.
Kira waves back, and uses her hooves to back up like if she were a pony with four hooves, instead of a lamia with only two. Hopefully with Kira out of view, the nice old mare will close the door and Kira can stealthily slither back to her apartment.
[4d6 = 13] [5d6 = 10] [1d8 = 8]
[4d6 = 16]
>>177535
50 gp = 1 pound of gold
150 gp = 3 pounds of gold
Iirc, that translates roughly to ~$3000 (in the 90s) in d20 modern conversions.
I know it's retarded, but that just how it works. Ponies appear to trade in gold bits anyway, so many gold isn't worth the same in this fantasy land where various goods can be conjured out of thin air.
Posey got screwed bigly.
>No way anyone would carry that much on them
Posey would only carry so much if she needs to bribe someone in a pinch.
>And no way any adventurer has enough money to buy eight houses. They'd retire.
Unless they're "heroic" level, in which they might be trying to save the world or creating their own kingdoms, or buying magic items.
You need a bigger motivation than "making money" to be an adventurer. Otherwise you should just be a lvl 1 common with skill focus Profession (Farming) and roll in the gold you make every week.
Not here to defend 3.5e/d20 modern's pricing systems. I was just saying how much money I was erasing from my character sheet for that encounter.
>>177536
I had intended to use my money to equip an army and buy some land I could conjure a castle on.
[Read more] 50 gp = 1 pound of gold
150 gp = 3 pounds of gold
Iirc, that translates roughly to ~$3000 (in the 90s) in d20 modern conversions.
I know it's retarded, but that just how it works. Ponies appear to trade in gold bits anyway, so many gold isn't worth the same in this fantasy land where various goods can be conjured out of thin air.
Posey got screwed bigly.
>No way anyone would carry that much on them
Posey would only carry so much if she needs to bribe someone in a pinch.
>And no way any adventurer has enough money to buy eight houses. They'd retire.
Unless they're "heroic" level, in which they might be trying to save the world or creating their own kingdoms, or buying magic items.
You need a bigger motivation than "making money" to be an adventurer. Otherwise you should just be a lvl 1 common with skill focus Profession (Farming) and roll in the gold you make every week.
Not here to defend 3.5e/d20 modern's pricing systems. I was just saying how much money I was erasing from my character sheet for that encounter.
>>177536
I had intended to use my money to equip an army and buy some land I could conjure a castle on.
>>177550
The mare looks at her. Then looks at her a little longer. Then it gets just a little awkward. But she shuts the door before Kira has to figure out how else to extricate herself from the situation.
The mare looks at her. Then looks at her a little longer. Then it gets just a little awkward. But she shuts the door before Kira has to figure out how else to extricate herself from the situation.
>>177556
Whew! Don't worry, Kira will figure out a way to break it to the old mare gently what she really is. Right now, Kira is happy enough to slither away and back inside.
Whew! Don't worry, Kira will figure out a way to break it to the old mare gently what she really is. Right now, Kira is happy enough to slither away and back inside.
>>177557
As Kira slithers back home, she does have to have some concern about being seen by neighbors, or those on the street, given that she can’t hide herself so effectively on the sidewalk. It is at least, a short distance home.
Kira arrives at her apartment, which fortunately Neela has not burned down yet.
As Kira slithers back home, she does have to have some concern about being seen by neighbors, or those on the street, given that she can’t hide herself so effectively on the sidewalk. It is at least, a short distance home.
Kira arrives at her apartment, which fortunately Neela has not burned down yet.
>>177559
Of course not! Neela wouldn’t burn down the apartment. She’s a good little doe.
Kira does not see Neela, however, after arriving back
Of course not! Neela wouldn’t burn down the apartment. She’s a good little doe.
Kira does not see Neela, however, after arriving back
>>177560
"Okay, tea set is returned. Now, what all does the apartment need, do you think? I know we need cooking and eating utensils."
"Okay, tea set is returned. Now, what all does the apartment need, do you think? I know we need cooking and eating utensils."
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