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First for Nadir

Does the plane fly over water to get to Manehattan?

>>179002
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>178992 →
Based.

>>178989 →
Pilot:
"Oh yeah, it's definitely safe."

>>178993 →
The pilot opens and looks into the suitcase, looking specifically for explosives, and more to the point, explosives that are attached to timers or remote detonators.

>>178995 →
Pilot:
"Oh no, I'm not talking about them flying over the border to come to us. I'm talking about us accidentally flying into Stalliongrad if we get off course. I've never done that before. Not with Stalliongrad, anyways."

He looks down
"Pre-flight checks... uh... yeah, let me get to that."

>>178997 →
Pilot:
"Oh yeah. In fact, the journey to Manehattan is almost entirely over water."

>>179004
"Yes"

>>179002
Based

>>179000
While everyone gets settled, Silver and Kira start conversing with each other, getting to know more about each other and sharing stories about each other's cultures. Kira especially is interested in asking Silver all about Equestria, both its history and recent events. None of which will be roleplayed unless any characters are really all that interested, since it would be kinda weird me talking with myself.

Okay, everyone can post freely now

Mala cautiously gets on the plane.

>>179005
Ngl, there is a hoof grenade

He returns to his conversation with "Rosey" as they board and stow their belongings. "Miss Ring, you mentioned your interest in religion and philosophy. You never told me what your personal beliefs are regarding it."

>>179005
>Yes
Passing over running water is one of Posey's phobia's that I voluntarily gave her from Terrors Of The Deadlands (no offset; it's just an RP flaw, like her compulsion to knock on doors before entering homes)

Her expression warps as soon as the plane moves over the ocean, and her face grows green
I am going to roll Fortitude against my own charm DC (19) to see if Rosey Ring can avoid vomiting her guts out
Fortitude (no Constitution, but thank Orcus for spellstitching)
[1d20+3 = (12+3) = 15]

Shoal Water says, "Good luck. Please bring them back" and folds the stairs back into the plane. Another pony from the flight crew locks the door and goes to the cockpit. The engines rev up as the plane begins to taxi.

The plane is loud. If characters wish to have semi-secret conversations with each other, it's not a terrible time to do it.

>>179009
He inspects it, then places it back. He says
"This can go in cargo" And places it in the back.

>>179011
The pony who locked the door hoofs over a paper bag to Posey.

>>179011
Rosey Ring seemingly turns inside our from the shower of gore she was unable to contain

"SLRRRRAAAAGHHHHH-WWWWAAARRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHH-GLOOORRPPPSSHHHHHH-KERCHHHHHWOOOONNNGGHHHHH-KRREEEAAAKKKHHHH-PLLOOOORRRRRRRPSSSSHHH-HHHRRRRGGGHHHHHH-BLOOORRRRRPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH-WRIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHHHH-THHHHRRROOORRRRRRRRR-RRRRRAAAAAGGGHHHHH-HHHHHRRRAAAAGHHHHH...."

>>179012
Theres also a revolve,... and 8/10 slots of throwing knives, with twi fine blades. And a composite bundle, a smol space for earplugs,....

>>179011
I really hope someone in this party can cast Prestidigitation, otherwise this is gonna be a really messy and really gross flight.

>>179012
As said before, Silver and Kira use the opportunity to learn more about each other and their respective cultures.

Use Rope: Kira sees if she can use the netting from cargo as a seat belt to keep her from sliding about everywhere in the passenger section. Her body should as a result also help to keep the cargo from sliding into the passenger section, and she'll still be available for the creatures to sit on like a comfy bench.

[1d20+7 = (8+7) = 15]

>>179013
Uh...Silver feels like he should perform a Heal check on Posey...

Zeeb, zeeb, zeeb, zeeb, zeeb, zeeb, zeeb, zeeb, zeeb, zeeb, zeeb, zeeb, zeeb, zeeb, zeeb!
Anyways.

Dust settles into his seat on tge plane, making sure his carry-on in stowed firmly under his seat, and not poking out. He then ensures his seatbelt is fastened, his tray table is stowed, and his seat is in the full upright position.
He then closes his eyes, his breathing and mouth movements give away that he's definitely not sleeping, but whatever he's muttering to himself is so quiet that it's lost in the noise.

The plane rotates, and takes off.

They are only over land for a few minutes before going over an endless blue ocean, with periodic white clouds beneath.

>>179014
But does Brie have any liquids over 100 ml?

Or god forbid...

A bottle of water

>>179013
Mala does not like this.

pls use the paper bag

>>179015
She does

Mala is absolutely terrified, and grabs onto Silver with his paws, clinging onto him like he were a floating log adrift in a raging river.

>>179018
Dude. No way he's that good of a flier. Roll concentration, or will, or wisdom, or something.

Brie draws the 2 hidden throwing daggers from his vest (of course he did/was)

>>179019
No, just wine

>>179019
>>179022
Heal: At this point it's basically common courtesy that Silver does his damnedest to make sure that Posey does not die on the plane ride. He's not sure he has room enough to take in Gloomy as an orphan.

[1d20+5 = (12+5) = 17]

>>179020
Sadly, I don't think that will protect Brie from the mess

>>179021
Ah. Okay. He's good to fly with that in the cabin, then

>>179018
pls heal our mage. She's vomiting blood

>>179022
pls use the paper bag

>>179023
It isn't clear how you stop internal bleeding, but sure.

>>179019
Oh what do you think he's muttering? He's praying that he doesn't start puking his guts out as well and that he doesn't have to practice swimminf again. But if you insist, I'll roll fort for not losing his lunch.
[1d20+6 = (10+6) = 16]

>>179023
"This is expressly why I wanted to speak with the quartermaster. Silvrt, what assistance do you need?"

>>179019
Rosey Ring feebly reaches for the bag.
>>179016
"No.. this g-good vomit bloo- huuurk!
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAGHHHHHHH... GLOOOOOORRRRRGHHH... KRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPPSSSSS-HHHRRRRRGHHHHH-SSSHHHHHRRRGH-SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS... SPLUUURRRRRRKKK-HHHHRRRRRGHHHHH-HUUUUURGH!! KRRRRRRRRAAAGH-HHHHHRRRAAAAGGHHH!! BRRRRREEEAAAAAAGH... HHHHRRRAAAAGH-HOOOORRRRKKK... BUURRRRRRRRPHHHHH... FFFFFFFFTTTT.... SHHHHHHHHSHHHH!

GLLLLGGGGRRRHHHGGHHHHHH-PPPPPPPPPLSSSHHH... SSSSSSSSSHRRRRHHHSSSSHHHH... HHHHHHHHHH-HRRRRRROOARRRGHHHHHHH!!"
>>179024
Rosey Ring wretches into the bag and pukes her dissolved entrails out as the evil spirits that knit her flesh together are startled into rebellion.

"But I'm sus," Brie ventures to think

>>179027
Cavaliere has backed into a corner as he witnesses an apoplectic fit that could easily kill any living creature short of a hydra. He has already counted the mare off as lost.

>>179027
Surely there is no way there's that much blood in a pony. Silver pokes the poor mare dissolving before them to check how fleshy and/or blood filled she feels as he tries his best to combat her chronic internal bleeding.

>>179023
"I... I'll be fine... This is just what happens when I trav- glblurr!
SSSSSSHHHHRRRRKKK-PLLOOORRRGHHH-SHRRRAAAAGHHHH... KRRRAAAAGH-HHHRRRAAAGHHHH-PPPSSSHHHHH-SSSSSSSSKKKKHHH!

HHRRRRGRRROOORRRGGGHHHH... FFFFF-SSSSSSHHHHHRRRRRRGHHH!!

KKKRRAAAAAAAAAGH! FFFFFFSSSHHHHH... PLOOOOOORRRRRSSHHH... HHHHHRRRRRRGHHHHHH!!!

RRRRRRRAAAAAAGGHHH-THHHHHRRRRRAAAAGHHH-HHHRRRAAAHHH!!

FSSHHHH... SSSSSHHHH-AAAAAAGHHHHHH... KRRRAAAAAAAHHH-SSSSSSS... HHHHHRRRRGH-HHHHHHHH!

WSSSSSSHHHHH-SSSSTTT... GRRRRRR-THHRRRRRRRAAAAA... GLOOOORRRRRRGHHHSSSSHHHH!"

She's going to need a new paper bag.

>>179030
She feels ice cold, but is shaking as if with a fever.

>>179031
She's going to need a full-body transplant before this is done. Silver looks around for something to staunch the flow, and with an "Ah-ha!" takes a towel he finds and stuffs it in the mare's mouth like he's trying to stop a nose bleed.

>>179032
Yeah, that definitely ain't good.

Silver: "You really should not be travelling, then. What is Gloomy going to do without you?"

https://www.ndtv.com/world-news/man-63-dies-after-blood-gushes-from-his-mouth-nose-mid-flight-on-germany-bound-flight-5029846

>>179025
I'mma say that checks out, since he's stronger than Posey

I was going to say that Dust was going to join the Mile High Club but... considering other things that have happened, I don't think that's on the table now.

>>179027
Mala looks concerned

>>179030
Kira feels something grab her. Something uncomfortable. It is the gnoll, Mala, grabbing on for dear life, with terror in his eyes.

>>179031
A white pegasus pony comes out and gives Posey another paper bag.

>>179034
Kira: "Awwwwww...it's okay, Mala. I'm here for you." She takes a hoof, and pets the poor gnoll between his ears. Her hoof feels nice, like Silver's. She feels strong, like him.

>>179033
That towel be like https://youtu.be/Yw9KfMwFhL8
>>179034
Dust does look concerned now that he isn't puking himself, and assists silver in the healing process
[1d20+13 = (20+13) = 33]

>>179033
>"You really should not be travelling, then.
"You should have seen me on the boat ride here..." She replies
At this point, her eyes have begun to glass over. They cross and swivel in different direction, completely unfocused.
>>179034
"SSSSSSSSSSHHHHH... FFFFRRRRROOOOOSHHHHHH... KRRAAAAAGH... GLOOOORRRRRRRGHHHHH... PLLOOOOORRRRRRRRPSHHHH... KRREEEEEGHHH-KRRRSHHHRRRRGH... SSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHH-KRRAAAAAGHHH...

SHHRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHH-PPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRR... KRRRRGGGHHHHHH-HHHRRROOOORRRRRKHHHHH! HSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHH... PLOOOOORRRRRRRGHHHHHH... KRRRRAAAAAAGH! FFFFSSSSHHHHHH-SSSSSSSSSSSHPH!

SSSHHHRRRRGH... GLOOOORRRRRGH!

SSSSSSHHHHHH... FFFRRRROOOORRRRRRRSSSSHHH... GLOOOOORRRRRSSSS..."

>>179036
I think a nat 20 for a modified 33 is enough to help heal a dead horse.
Posey stops vomiting, for now.

>>179039
Nat 20 has ruled

>>179039
Being forced to deep-throat a towel probably played a part too

>>179039
Is it safe now for Silver to remove the towel he basically made Posey deepthroat?

>>179041
Dont make it weird

>>179042
Sure
>>179038
"I'll be.. f-fine...."
One of her glassy eyes swivels and droops in its socket ever so slightly, the other seems sunken.

The cyst of godly Atropal flesh where her heart used to be throbs in her chest erratically, pounding from the inside like a burrowing beast trying to escape.

>>179035
Mala looks up at her, with fear in his eyes, and at least his forelegs wrapped around her. What is not so pleasant is that he has claws that dig into her.

>>179038
"We are over the sea. There isn't really anywhere to land... Maybe I can ask the pilot to divert? Or go back to Baltimare? I'm not sure if it would make any difference though in time."

>>179044
>>179034
Silver: "You need fluids. Let me see if there is anything."

After removing the now thoroughly ruined and bloody towel from Posey's mouth, Silver gets up to look for medical supplies, specifically plasma or blood. Kira helps as well, since she's basically a retaining wall right now between the passenger area and cargo.

>>179045
Hmm...would the Mala like it if Kira wrapped around him like a weighted security blanket?

>>179046
Rosey Ring reclines on the floor of the plane, with her hooves crossed over her chest, and meditates deeply. This seems to prevent her condition from worsening.

Brie makes for the rear most seats on the plane

>>179047
Mala seems to believe that if he doesn't hold onto Kira, he will fall out of the plane and to his death.

>>179046
And then Kira, just like Silver before, gets up and leaves him...

Who's the closest character to Mala?

>>179049
White Pegasus Pony, who totally isn't supposed to be navigating the plane right now and making sure they don't all just fly off over the ocean MH370 style:
"Is she dead?"

>>179046
Wait. Did Silver smuggle liquids into the cabin of an airplane?!?!?!?!?!?!

>>179050
This was a mistake. Mala grabs onto Brie, clawing him with his paws, and generally holding on as if he will fall to his death if he doesn't.

>>179051
Oh no, GM pone seems to be mistaken, Kira isn't getting up to go anywhere, she can search cargo right from where she is. Or, at least, the cargo that's within reach of her current position. And Silver didn't smuggle any liquids besides the ones in his body already, he's just checking if there are any medical supplies with which he can replace the diminished bodily fluids in Posey's body.

Kira wraps around Mala as best as she is able, and holds him tight without constricting him. It's really like a firm hug, more than anything.

>>179052
shrugs

>>179048
It's rude to speak ill of the ill.

>>179050
The rear most seats on the plane are, actually, the ones provided by Kira's body, as she's held up by the netting separating cargo from the passenger area. Her tail is available as comfortable bench seating, as opposed to the uncomfortable seats.

>>179051
Nonchalantly walks to back of plane while gnoll claws and bites

>>179051
Rosey Ring does not respond. She remains perfectly motionless, frozen in rigor mortis.

>>179052
White Pegasus Pony who totally isn't supposed to be navigating the plane right now:
"Okay. I'll radio for a morgue."

>>179050
>>179054
Okay Kira hasn't moved. Brie is saved from Mala's clinging.

Also he isn't biting.

>>179053
Mala is less afraid of Kira than he is of being in the aluminum can hurling through the air, trapped with a mare dying of some kind of viral hemorrhagic fever

Cavaliere approaches Silver, though not too close since he avoids the foul blood all over the floor. "Do you know what her condition is? What can I do to help?"

>>179056
>viral hemorrhagic fever
"It's hereditary!" Posey gasps, with the last air in lungs, before going back to being fucking dead

>>179056
Kira gently pets the gnoll to reassure him. She makes "ssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh" noises to him, telling him that everything will be okay.

>>179057
Silver: "Well, it is clearly worst case of internal bleeding I have ever seen. Difference in pressure must have caused multiple ruptures, she really should not be travelling. We need to get her fluids as soon as possible, plasma or blood either one. If neither are here, then we need to find way to fashion makeshift IV drip and put her blood back in her."

>>179059
>>179060
The White Pegasus gently kicks her
"Pretty sure she's dead."

>>179060
Mala whimpers

>>179060
He turns to Defiant Dust. "Unfortunately I am not a healer. We need your help."

pls be active

>>179061
Silver: "ЕБАТЬ!"

Heal: Silver attempts to resuscitate Posey using CPR.

[1d20+5 = (7+5) = 12]

Kira, meanwhile, continues to console the poor scared gnoll in an almost motherly fashion.

I'm going to go to bed now.
Posey remains dead at least until the plane is no longer over running water.
>>179063
Something like a heart is "beating" (Throbbing? Squirming?) in Posey's chest, but she's not breathing....

>>179063
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MH7KYmGnj40

>>179064
It's okay. We've got a cleric and a paladin on hoof to help.

>>179065
>We've got a cleric and a paladin on hoof to help.
No, wait, please don't do that...

>>179064
>>179065
Silver: "SHE IS STILL ALIVE!"

Well, not exactly how Silver wanted to spend the trip. He wanted to keep talking with Kira and teaching each other more about their cultures. But, I suppose there's nothing to it other than to keep giving Posey mouth-to-mouth to keep her alive.

>>179066
I mean, if a nat 20 adjusted 33 doesn't do it, there's no logical next step but lay of hoof and healing spells. Thank Celestia we have both a paladin and a cleric.

>>179067
>Mouth to mouth
She's been vomiting blood extreme-eww

>>179069
Yeah, not pleasant for Silver. Nothing to it, he supposes...

Is everycreature going to focus all of their attention to the mare dying of viral hemorrhagic fever on the floor?

>>179071
Rosey Ring looks peaceful. She's be fine, probably.
Don't let me steal the show. I was only making things interesting and RPing my flaws a bit.
Carry on.

Actually sleeping now.

Whelp, can't describe the plane coming in for landing in Manehattan if no one looks out the windows. Hell, can't even bring a plane in for landing if the co-pilot radio operator/navigator is busy in the cabin

>>179067
>>179062
The white pegasus pony looks down gravely at the corpse
"Honestly, at this point, I would be more concerned if she did wake up.

I'm from White Severyana, from a village outside of Kobilkyno. My father tells of a story... well, he didn't experience it himself, but he heard the rumors from his foalhood. There was an old peasant, not in the good graces of his community, who caught a fever and died. He was buried in the cemetery, behind the church. Then a few days later, another caught fever, and died. Then another. And another. A perfectly health stallion or mare complains of a stabbing pain, becomes feverish and ill... and dies. But every one of them said the same thing. That the old, dead pony, appeared to them in their dreams, and strangled them. Several villagers were dead before the remaining villagers accepted that they were dealing with an old threat, long whispered of in the villages of White Severyana. And they knew what they had to do. They dug up the grave of the old, peasant pony, opened his coffin, and found that in ten weeks' time he was still fresh, with a lively glow and hooves and mane in good condition. They drove a stake through his heart, as the old wisdom dictated, and horrified, if not surprised, to see fresh blood come out of its insides. They cut off the head, then burned the body. The deaths stopped. That was long ago, and I have moved on from that village. The world has moved on. But there is wisdom in the stories our ancestors have passed down. Don't trust that which dies but does not stay dead. You may be dealing with a Revenant, or a Vampire...

Anyways, I need to help fly the plane."

>>179077
Kira looks out the windows, at least.

Anyone who happens to glance over will notice Brie looking joyfully out the window, smoking a cigarette, completely unfazed by the gruesome scene further up on the plane.

>>178957 →
"Ah, Chavaliere, there was a question you had posed earlier that I had wanted to redress. Well, a question and a follow up statement.
Bats such as myself are tasked with missions such as these PRECISELY to be executioners of sorts, because we're very likely walking into a trap. The good news is, we aren't the intended target of the trap, and if we have the good sense to engage at night time, we will have the element of surprise.
As far as killing, I wouldn't say I feel any particular way about it. It's an ugly and messy business that I happen to have a particular talent for. I prefer diplomacy, negotiation, and mutually beneficial business arrangements, but some ponies simply need to be put to the blade. It's not a moral requirement or any self-righteous nonsense like that, it's an act of will and decisive action. If the hypothetical 'they' in this scenario didn't 'need' to be put to the blade, they wouldn't be."

>>179077
>"Honestly, at this point, I would be more concerned if she did wake up.
>Don't trust that which dies but does not stay dead.
He might be really disappointed when Rosey Ring comes back to life as soon as the plane flies over land.
>Whelp, can't describe the plane coming in for landing in Manehattan if no one looks out the windows. Hell, can't even bring a plane in for landing if the co-pilot radio operator/navigator is busy in the cabin
Sorry, GM, I didn't mean to disrupt your narration. I just wanted to have some fun and try to make people laugh.

The first tip that something may be changing is when the plane dips slightly to the left and turns. To those looking out the windows, they'd see a sight likely unlike anything they have seen before when the clouds break.

Below are dozens of shapes. Probably more than a hundred. Each, a ship painted various shades of grey. All of them are warships. Destroyers, light cruisers, heavy cruisers, even a battle cruiser. Near the center ride several larger ships bristling with guns that must surely be battleships, and flat-topped ships that are unmistakably aircraft carriers, with rows of little blue dots along their decks. The ships move in the same direction, spaced near-equally apart from one another. It stretched out as far as the ponies can see, though clouds obscure more distant views.

Aside from the fleet's presence and size, the next detail that becomes apparent as the plane flies lower and overhead is the odd heterogeneity of the ships, as they are not simply of different sizes and varieties, nor even just different classes, but belong to entirely different traditions. Some are slenderer, others fatter. Some are lower in the water, others higher. The size, shape, and positioning of the bridge is different even on ships of the same hull type, as does the positioning and number of the guns. Some of the ships appear modern, though quite a few, and perhaps even most, are of older designs that predate the current series of wars and go back perhaps two decades.

Silver especially may recognize a couple of the evident battleships as being the Mage Meadowbrook and the Mistmane, former prides of the Equestrian fleet. Perhaps Garv would recognize destroyers and light cruisers as being, if not Nova Griffonian, certainly of a style used in Griffin states. But the aircraft carriers, likewise, include cruiser conversions not native to pony designs, but also two purpose built, if not especially large, carriers that dip and rise in the waves as they move forward.

This whole Frankenstein's monster of a fleet, assembled from the navies of multiple nations, moves as one in one direction with clear speed and purpose. That direction is near-opposite the path of the plane, away from a presumed Manehattan and South, to the East of Baltimare and past the Equestrian Southeast. They leave behind long trailing white-water wakes. The many dozens of black jets of smoke coming from the ships push upwards to the sky, but also bend backwards and trail behind as the ships beneath them move forward.

>>179088
Oh, of course. I should have made that connection

>>179088
Kira: "Wooooaaaaahhhh...there are so many ships...I've heard that other nations had ships for fighting wars, but I didn't know there were so many, or that they would be so big! We're so high up and yet some of them still look huge!"

Silver: "Must be they put all of captured ships from all of nations that have capitulated to them into single fleet. Must be sailing to face Aquileia."

>>179088
>This whole Frankenstein's monster of a fleet, assembled from the navies of multiple nations, moves as one in one direction with clear speed and purpose. That direction is near-opposite the path of the plane, away from a presumed Manehattan and South, to the East of Baltimare and past the Equestrian Southeast.
Where are they going?
.... Is what Rosey Ring would ask if she weren't catatonic and concentrating on not-vomiting right now.
>>179067
Rosey Ring's eyes shoot open, and she stares awkwardly at Silver, but doesn't move a muscle or make a sound.
She closes her eyes again shortly after.

The zeeb sits intently, staring at the unicorn as she lies on the floor. He Eventually agrees with Silver's assessment that she is, somehow, alive and figures he'll wait to see if she gets worse. If she does, the spells come out.
>>179088
He then goes to look at the boats that have caught the other's attention. They're a far cry from the boat he used to find his way to this continent.

The plane continues, turning left again, until the creatures see a narrow band of grey-brown, beyond which there is green. It's land, for the first time since leaving Baltimare. The plane turns right, and parallels the coast. In this area, the coast is rocky cliffs with a road running along the edge and plowed fields or stubble beyond. A fishing village comes up where a break in the cliffs creates a recess into the land, and a tiny natural harbor. Little houses with red or green painted walls line the hillside down to the water, with a small marina with little fishing boats, a jetty at the entrance, and a lighthouse at the end of the jetty. Past this the cliffs continue with farmland beyond, though they become increasing low until the coast becomes sandy beach.

Along the beach are a number of houses, often on stilts, and then as the plane moves on a wooden boardwalk lined with many hotels painted white or with pink facades. While they are too high up to see much detail it seems closed for the winter. Jetting into the water is a wooden pier with a Ferris wheel, roller coast, carousel, concession and game stands. Beyond this town the clouds increase in density and the land can no longer be seen. The plane turns further out into water, before making a sharp turn towards the land.

Then the clouds clear and the following can be seen:

To the left, an endless line of rowhouses in the distance, piers, sometimes with docked ships in the foreground, and beyond that, rows and rows and rows of brick-walled manufactories with great smokestacks, then brick apartment buildings. In the middle of the view a great harbor, beyond that and to the right, a wide river. To the immediate left and to the right of the river, a skyline of massive buildings with clouds behind that cut off the view of the horizon. To the right of that, another river, though smaller. And to the right of that, a mess of refineries, manufactories, warehouses, and piers extending into the harbor with ships at them. Some of the creatures don't need to be told that they are looking at Bronclyn to the left, Hayston in the center, and Manehattan on the right, with an industrial satellite further off to the right.

The plane descends. In the harbor are two islands. One, further away, is covered in long buildings. The other contains the perhaps most recognizable monument of the city: the Statue of Friendship on a lone granite pedestal, holding her torch and her book. However, she is draped by a flag that must surely be two hundred feet in length. This flag is dark blue, with a pair of horseshoes in the center that oppose each other, surrounded by the stars of Equestria on every side.

Descending, the creatures get a better look. Across the water in Manehattan is a wall of skyscrapers with brick, marble, glass, or stainless-steel facade. They are not simply rectangles that rise towards the sky, but each decorated in their own way. One, here, has a marble facade complete with a frieze and doric columns, a neoclassical style that evokes a temple of yesteryear. Over here, a stainless-steel lined construction with sleek curves and steel eagle statures - an art deco work of the last few decades that evokes the look of an automobile. Here, one that is blocky and with cement facade where there is not glass, but impressive nevertheless, if for no other reason than sheer size and the bold angles of the roofs of its various sections, evoking the look of basalt columns on an oceanside cliff. This last building, the second tallest in the city, has lining up to dock on its rooftop a vehicle that might just be larger than the battleships and aircraft carriers seen before - a great, rigid airship, with a grey color that almost blends into wall of cloud behind the city. It lines up its cabin towards an extended walkway. On its tail is a dark blue color with two opposed horseshoes.

Further to the left and respectably away, near the water, is a slightly taller, but even more recognizable. This building has as its crown, a giant horsehead very close in design to a knight chess piece, covered in bright and shining brass. This is the famed Crystaling Tower. Over the river that separates Manehattan and Haystin is a large suspension bridge, and then across the river is another line of tall buildings, sometimes great commercial skyscrapers, and sometimes smaller apartment buildings.

>>179093
Very colorful description.

But within the harbor, and to the left, are sights that also stick out. To the left is a row of drydocks, now filled with military ships that look burned and mangled. More piers likewise have destroyers at them, visibly damaged with entire turrets or parts of the super structure missing. Coming into harbor and being pulled by tugboat is a large heavy cruiser with its forward turret slumping off. There must be at least a dozen military ships here, and most of those showing signs of clear damage, and some scarcely still floating, including visible listing or fire marks.

But the plane also passes an ocean liner, absolutely massive with three smokestacks at the dock, and a small amount of smoke coming out of one of them. This ship is not painted in any company livery, but grey. The name, which may not need to be read, is Princess Platinum. On the dock are numerous ponies. Likely hundreds, maybe even over a thousand of them, with great packs of bags and suitcases. They stand waiting, while many are lined up and cross gangways onto the ship.

Floating in the harbor, and especially, lined up to distant docks, are several freight ships, bulk carriers and oil tankers, even if they are outnumbered by the military vessels. Flying across the harbor at low altitude are two blimps with their grey balloons and the insignia of two opposed horseshoes.

The plane extends its landing gear. In front of them is a paved airfield, with another runway at an angle and many buildings lining it. Next to this airfield are several of the drydocks and piers where the aforementioned military ships are located. The superstructures of these ships come even more into view as they come into land, as do several other planes outside of hangers, including a couple Skytrotters and smaller planes, as well as a blimp in a hanger.

The plane touches down against the ground with a thud, and lands, taxiing some ways until coming to a stop near a hangar. The cockpit door opens

"Welcome to Manehattan District, and to Bronclyn Naval Base. Former center of the Equestria of the Equestrian Fleet and current center of the Silver Crescent Fleets. We will be stopping here for about a half hour refueling, then on our way to Trottingham.

A truck approaches the aircraft, and the flight crew goes to open the door.

Outside, a good view of the Manehattan skyline.

>>179095
comes back to life
As the plane lands, Rosey Ring rises with a jolt and a gasp:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=M7nzml-zZ9M

>>179095
Is the Princess Platinum still visible when we land?

"Normally we'd land in Idlewild Airport, but we were instructed to come here and uh, good thing, I guess. We've called for a medical team to bring the uh, the dead passenger away and, uh, clean it. Everypony off the plane. Please try to avoid the potentially contaminated bodily fluids

>>179096
The white pegasus gasps
"A revenant!"

>>179097
Kinda. It's to the right now. The ponies lining up and the lower parts of the ship are obscured. The smoke stacks and the higher parts of the superstructure are still visible. In general, what is on this side of the river is not as visible as the buildings on the other side.

>>179097
Should there be visible mold in Posey's coughed up blood?

>>179098
>mold
No. Rosey Ring takes too good care of herself to grow mold. Nothing can survive in Posey's body.
Or at least I really hope so... I'm still spooked about how Zuggtmoy said she had "already planted her seed" in Posey... I guess that's a problem for another day.
Rosey Ring's vomit is a mixture of blood and an unidentifiable black bile composed of pure congealed metaphysical evil (her corruption score is maxxed out).
>"A revenant!"
"I wish..." Rosey says, coughing slightly before taking out her comb and fixing her mane
"This is just what happens when I travel. Staying perfectly still helps stop it." She continues
"It wasn't as bad as I expected though."
>Kinda.
"Hey, I know that name!" Posey says, her energy uncannily returning as she points to the ship
"We learned about her in Equestrian History class."

>>179093
>>179095
Kira perhaps is most wowed by the sights out of all of the creatures. Her eyes grow wide, her black pupils and red irises expanding in wonder, and the others could swear they see sparkling lights in them. She is heard wondering to herself how any civilization that can build such a wonderous city could lose in a war, and if they did how incredibly powerful the conquerer must be.

>>179096
Silver thinks to himself, "Oh thank Celestia," as he can finally stop giving her mouth-to-mouth. He spits out the taste of rank blood and bile and wipes away any that got on him. He really wishes he had some water to flush out his mouth with.

>>179098
Silver: "No, not revenant, just finally came to. At least I do not think revenants have heartbeats. Cancel that morgue trip, but maybe keep medical team around for blood infusion."

>>179100
"I'll be fine." Rosey Ring says, getting up and leaving the vehicle

>>179101
Silver follows close behind. "You just lost enough blood to kill other ponies, your body can not replace all of those fluids that quickly. You need blood infusion."

>>179098
Kira unwraps herself from the cargo netting and slithers out of the plane next. She starts shivering almost immediately. "BbBbRrRrRrrrrrr! By Ouroboros, is this what below freezing temperatures feel like?"

Brie fiddles with his rolling case for a moment, before emerging from the plane wearing a pair of fancy copper-rimmed sunglasses, and a fur,... whatever these are called over his fancy vest.

>>179104
>"BbBbRrRrRrrrrrr! By Ouroboros, is this what below freezing temperatures feel like?"
"It is, isn't it lovely?" The Unicorn Mare says, taking in the frigid air
"It's just what I need after that ride."

Mala runs out of the plane, shaking

>>179100
Pegasus pony:
"Okay... we'll need a mop and bucket though"

>>179099
Posey's body is fueled by magic perfected thousands of years ago to be impervious to all life. Surely life could not have gained a resistance to it in any form. Not bacteria, and certainly not mold. Right? It's just a fuzzy discoloration anyways. Maybe it's lint. Could Posey's insides accumulate lint? Is that a thing? Well, she's coughed it out anyways. Nothing to worry about.

Now they just need to mop up that congealed metaphysical evil and get it off the floor.

>>179100
Kira still has line of sight to many of the pretty buildings, the bridge, the top of the statue, and the great airship off in the distance.

Pilot:
"Okay, well we've got a doctor coming."

>>179104
Pilot:
"Actually, it's above freezing at the moment. It'll get colder at night."

But yes, it's too cold for a snake

>>179105
Are you CIA?

>>179107
Bane?

>>179107
>Posey's body is fueled by magic perfected thousands of years ago to be impervious to all life. Surely life could not have gained a resistance to it in any form. Not bacteria, and certainly not mold. Right? It's just a fuzzy discoloration anyways. Maybe it's lint. Could Posey's insides accumulate lint? Is that a thing? Well, she's coughed it out anyways. Nothing to worry about.
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>Mala runs out of the plane, shaking
Posey pats him on the back.
"It'll be alright, big guy."

>>179107
Kira: "IT GETS COLDER!?"

Oh yeah, it is definitely too cold for the sockless snek, even if she's warm blooded. She raises her head to face the sun, speaks a prayer in a language quite literally none of the currently present creatures speak, and touches the tip of her own nose with a hoof. Onlookers will observe a golden light spread from the tip of her nose down all the way along her body. Kira gives a massive shiver as it works its magic. As the golden light begins to fade away, Kira stops shivering, and lets out a sigh of relief. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...much better. Now it feels like I'm huddled up under a nice blanket in front of a warm fire!"

Now no longer feeling the elements, Kira can appreciate the beauty of the city skyline and the wonders that the Equestrians managed to build during her tribe's existence.

>>179109
Silver places a hoof on Posey's shoulder. "Listen, we need to talk, in private." As he says this he tilts his head away from the others in the party towards an empty area with no one around.

>>179109
It's okay. Antimagic resistance in diseases is dramatically exaggerated, and probably just made up by the older mages in an attempt to gain funding into new forms of Necromancy. Well, Diligent Debride never said this, but when she was talking about magic resistant diseases, Posey got the definite impression that this was shit necromancers in Equestria made up in order to convince the ponies that more research into Necromancy was needed. You've got to get that funding somehow.

Mala closes his eyes and smiles as Posey pats him, then wags his tail.

>>179110
poof

Of in the distance, Kira can see spires ontop of buildings, and even the spires of a traditional cathedral. She can make out the rounded roof of a... train station? Stadium? Some big, impressive building, surely. And then all of those dots. She wouldn't have seen them if they didn't move. Those must be pegasi, maybe batponies or griffins or even hippogriffs flying.

>>179110
>Oh yeah, it is definitely too cold for the sockless snek,
"Somepony get me some yarn. I'll knit her a sock." she says, pulling the throwing-needles out of her hair bun.
>"Listen, we need to talk, in private."
"Oh, fine..." Rosey Ring replies

>>179110
Brie attempts to catch Silver's eye, raising his left eyebrow ever so slightly

>>179110
Mala walks up towards Kira, looks down at her gut, and then walks closer to her. He places her muzzle near her head and whispers.

"Is that a pony? Or a zebra, or a donkey, or... something. It's okay. I'm not one of the ponies. I understand. I will not tell."

>>179112
Silver leads Posey away from the group, making sure to give the rest of the party a glare to leave them be. Once they're comfortable outside of earshot, Silver stops and looks at Posey.

Silver: "What is going on with you? Nopony, and I mean nopony should have survived what you just went through, and now you are acting as though it had never happened in first place. I need you are not going to end up being burden on this team with health problem that should get you sent home. I just need some explanation, any at all. If you do not wish it to be known to rest of team, I will give you my word that it will not shared with anyone else."

>>179113
As stated, Silver gives the party a glare to let them know to not follow them. He can handle himself.

>>179111
>>179114
Kira looks over at the gnoll, and smiles. She does not whisper in response. "Oh, no, nothing like that. Just a goat I bought from a farm outside of Baltimare. It's nice of you to be understanding though, being another carnivore."

>>179111
>Mala closes his eyes and smiles as Posey pats him, then wags his tail.
"~Good boy!" she says, affectionately
She gives him an owlbear bone, pulled from her armor.

>>179115
"Yeah." He looks down, then back up.

"What has it been like for you?"

>>179116
Mala smiles more, and takes the bone

He is able to pretty quickly and loudly crunch the bone and eat it.

>>179115
Mala lowers his head and looks away at the glare. He remains with Kira

>>179115
Brie gives a look that says "Don't glare at me, that shit was fucked up!"

>>179117
Aww. Silver will have to give Mala many pets to make up for that.

Kira: "Well...I'm not a big fan of ponies either running or hiding at the sight of me. Sometimes they mix it up and do both. Sometimes they'll take a chance to get to know me and realize that I'm actually super nice and friendly! I must say, it's nice though going on this mission, having so many creatures around who aren't afraid of me. It makes me feel...normal. Like I'm not a monster."

>>179115
>What is going on with you?
>I just need some explanation, any at all.
"I'm cursed." she says, flatly
"You might wonder why anypony like me would willfully pursue the study of such morbid magic. The truth is that few of us choose it, it chooses us. Necrology is a means by which we can cope with curses that were brought up on us, or darkness we were born into. For me, I am both. The same is true for my son, although his is far, far, far more dreadful, and that's why I've made it my mission to expand my powers, for his sake." She says, her face stoic
She turns
"For me, one of the symptoms of my curse involve that kind of reaction to transport over seas. It was my first plane ride, and I haven't yet learned how to deal with it. I won't get in your way."

(this is not a lie)

>>179120
Mala raises his ears
"Don't they see you as a monster? Are you uh...." He decides against that line of conversation, raising a paw

"You think this would help the ponies recognize you?"

>>179121
>>179122
It's a fair explanation regardless, and one Silver believes. He lets out a sigh, and gives Posey a pat on the shoulder. "Dark magic has corrupting influence, both on user and those exposed to it. At least that is what my daughter told me. I suppose it has also vastly enhanced your recovery speed, and thank Celestia for that at least. Alright...you can stay, though no doubt it would have been nice to know this was possibility beforehoof. I would not have had to give you mouth-to-mouth for most of ride here. That was...not pleasant. I will vouch for you, if others give you trouble about you coming along, okay?"

>>179123
Even if he decided against it, he still started on it, and Kira still feels the need to reply to it.

Kira: "Some...most do, I think. I'm not a monster though, not really. Or, at least I don't want to be one. It's a bit saddening, I thought this was supposed to be the place of Harmony and friendship. It still seems better for my tribe though than the current situation we're going through. I need to save my tribe, bring them over here where it's safe, and the pony who can do that is the governor. I'm hoping I can build enough of a reputation to get to see him, make my case for my people and my tribe. I can't fail them..."

Silver comes back with Posey after his conversation with her. He immediately goes up to Mala to give him apology pets.

Silver: "Are we not supposed to go to naval base to pick up our requested items?"

The Zeeb steps off the plane, and the second his hooves touch the ground he begins to shake a bit. This could probably be chaulked up to the cold, but in reality, when you're a cleric of the earth you prefer to keep yourself grounded whenever possible. He is very glad to be back.
He decides to go stand next to the snej. Definitely the most agreeable of the group with him so far, as long as she doesn't start throwing up any organs.

>>179125
>you can stay
Nopony elected you leader yet, I know this is OOC meta, not trying to influence your decisions
>gets the goods
"Quite right! Is there a car?" Brie is visibly relieved, in that Silver seems relieved.

>>179127
>Nopony elected you leader
I vote for Silver. That's two votes. Plurality rules.

>>179124
No, I simply meant that he raises one leg off of the ground

>>179125
"No, I mean... what you..." He stops talking when Defiant Dust nears. A second or a few later Silver approaches, and pets Mala.

Mala smiles at this

>>179128
>>179127
I vote for me. Let me just check these latest ballot dumps, and...

81 Million votes! I won! Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!

>>179117
>>179130
Rosey Ring wipes herself off and goes to meet with the navy.
"We're we able to secure the armaments? If it's not too much, I think I would like to request one more thing: a set of blinders."

>>179130
Silver: "Sorry about all of that, my friend. I wish I could have been there with you to help keep you calm on plane ride. At least you have another friend to help you with that."

Kira: "D'awwwww! So, what do you mean, Mala?" She tilts her head at the gnoll's unfinished question.

>>179129
Silver will do his best to keep Brie's best interests in heart, and prove himself worthy of his trust.

>>179135
NIGGER

A pony at a truck will tell the creatures "To the armory," and its a short drive to a building nearby where a golden unicorn with glasses and a white uniform greets them.

>>179131
Concerning Mala's size and dimensions, actually he should be pretty large. Ponies and pretty much all other creatures tend to hold their heads high, whereas Mala (and Kaftar in general) hold their heads outwards nearly level to the shoulder, meaning that Mala could be simultaneously shorter than most everyone else, but taller at the shoulders, much longer, and with a back that arches up around the shoulder blades. He is simultaneously very muscular, fat, and covered in floofy fur. He's bigger than most stallions, with only Silver and perhaps tenebrous being larger.

>>179133
Mala smiles, then looks at him
"I do?"

He looks over towards Kira
"Let's, uh, talking about it later..."

>>179138
Brie will assume the least position, fixating on preparing another pot of tea

>>179138
Silver: "Yes, that especially long friend who has been very friendly with you today." At the armory, Silver greets the golden unicorn. "Hello there, we are here for our requisitioned supplies. Are you one to talk to for that, are we to assume?"

>>179138
>a golden unicorn with glasses and a white uniform greets them
"Greetings!" Posey says
"I am Rosey Ring. Licensed Necrologist and freelancing warmagus. I look forward to working with you." She says, totally not kissing up to the NPC who's in charge of disturbing items

>>179141
>disturbing
*distributing
Disturbing items would be cool too though. Posey wants a new Nightcaller or Robe Of Bones.

>>179139
>>179140
>>179141
"Yes." The unicorn says. "My name is Tin Hat, and I understand we have a need for ammunition, medical kits, and some armor?"

>>179142
"Fresh out of Night Callers. The last of them left with first fleet which headed out this morning."

>>179143
Silver: "It is very nice to meet you, Tin Hat. Yes, those are what were requested, as well as two-way radio, Infantry Demolition Kits, and flares in order to complete primary objectives."

Kira: "I heard something about explosive arrows earlier."

>>179143
Assuming to be done in turn, but not wanting to wait,...
"I requested the grenades. Frag, smoke, bang, it's all good. A healer's kit, a flare or two, and whatever 9mm you can spare without depriving other ponies."

>>179143
"We had had also requisitioned a Feather Token and an Amber Amulet, of possible."
>"Fresh out of Night Callers. The last of them left with first fleet which headed out this morning."
Posey is too surprised to be disappointed
"Just my luck. The same thing happened at my last deployment: they just fly off the shelves. I guess it's nice to hear that they're being appreciated even all the way over here though. If used strategically, they can effectively double forces."

>>179141
Dust's eye twitches at the word necrologist, but he keeps it together.
>>179143
"Some medical kits would be nice
But possibly better would be packs of warm
In temperatures that feel like ice
The encroaching cold can be worse than a storm
While used to healing without tools
I am not skilled at keeping patients from the cool"
Fun fact, chemical hand warmers were invented in 1923.

"Yes, alright, let's see

For the lot of you, we have a two way radio, a camera, and one, two, three demolition kits.

For the lot of you, we have medical kits.

For one of you we have a box of 45 Ammo

For another, .303 Ammo.

Let me get some chemical hoof warmers...

Does anypony need flak jackets?

Some magical items are available but... for a fee."

>>179147
No, but he is in the Navy, if you wish to roll seduction

>>179149
Silver: "How about you, Mala? Do you want flak jacket for extra protection? Oh, also we need some 12 gauge shotgun shells."

>>179149
>3 demo kits
Meta, this is great news
>no 9mm
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>magic for fee
"Go on,...."

>>179144
"Yes, explosive arrows.">>179149
>Some magical items are available but... for a fee.
"The feather token is worth the fee. You can just subtract it from our reward. If we end up not needing to use it, we will just return it."
"As for the Scorpion Amulet. Well, if it's available..." She says, fluttering her eyelashes
>seduction
I'm going to charm him and seduce him.
DC 19 will save vs charm gaze
Seduction
[1d20+8 = (11+8) = 19]

>>179150
Mala moves closer

"Armor would be good... I've never worn that before."

>>179152
"Oh, and a box of 9mm"

>>179153
If you keep rolling to seduce pretty much every male Posey comes across, I'm going to start making you roleplay out having sex with these stallions. Honestly I regret not enforcing that on that ghost Posey "seduced."

"I suppose we could have a feather token... maybe an amulet..."

>>179154
Bluff [1d20+3 = (2+3) = 5] "I will not fist-pump

Brie fails to contain his satisfaction

>>179154
>If you keep rolling to seduce pretty much every male Posey comes across, I'm going to start making you roleplay out having sex with these stallions.
Is that a challenge?
>not enforcing that on that ghost Posey "seduced."
There's still time for that. I was going to ask them for a favor convincing Glass Horizons that the land is irreparably haunted.
>"I suppose we could have a feather token... maybe an amulet..."
"Oh, you are such a gentlecolt. ~Thank you." she replies, with a swoon

>>179159
It's a threat. You know I'll do it.

Tin Hat smiles,
"Alright... an amulet, and a token. I'll make a note of it for Shoal Water

>>179154
Silver: "Then flak jacket for our fluffy friend and comrade-in-arms."

>>179160
>>179161
"Oh, and some yarn, if you have any. Blinders could help too; they could keep me from getting sick on the plane again."

pls though. This campaign has become way too sexless. It was more fun when we had players who would ERP

>>179162
"Blinders yes, and we have sewing kits."

>>179161
"Yes, but one more thing..."

>>179165
Silver: "What is that, my fine friend?"

>>179162
I'd still wanna see how Posey would get it on with a ghost

>>179165
So long as I can still also kill things, level up, and get treasure, so be it.
>"Blinders yes, and we have sewing kits."
"Excellent."

>>179166
Tin Hat goes back, and comes back hiding some object under a veil

"I understand you could use a weapon? Well, there are weapons out there that are very carefully crafted, taking many, many hours from the finest armorers, and coming from a long tradition spanning back thousands of years. They are the embodiment of the civilizations that made them, and all of their mastery and technique. To be used, the holder the holder must be trained for years, perhaps since foalhood. It requires the utmost skill. And when it is used, it delivers its blow with extreme efficiency and precision, cutting holes in its target with precision.

And sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, you just need something to fucking die."

He lifts the veil and shows off a weapon. It looks to be a shotgun, with a square back, a long tube on the bottom, a hoofguard with lines of holes on the top, metal between, a sling, and metal bands to accept large bayonet beneath.

"The Auto-8. A bird hunting shotgun, modified by a military armorer to accept 3 more rounds of ammunition, a hoofguard, a longer tube, and fits a big, fuck-off sword beneath. It will accept 12 gauge and slugs only. Anything weaker and it won't cycle."

He hoofs it over to Mala, who examines it
"Th-thank you...?"

Mala goes about trying to replace the bayonet with the short sword Brie gave him.

>>179168
>Mala goes about trying to replace the bayonet with the short sword Brie gave him
YES!! SO YES THIS

>>179168
>And sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, you just need something to fucking die
This mindset is the logical conclusion of d&d HP logic where it takes three magazines to kill some monsters.

>>179168
Silver: "Heh, now that is weapon for you, Mala! Thank you, Tin Hat, I know he will put it to excellent use. I know it is lot already, but I have but one more request to increase chance of successful mission; combat stimulants. During War, soldiers would take methamphetamine tablets to stave off fatigue and maintain energy during bitterly cold winter nights or on long marches. If we had some on hoof, we could distribute them to navy ponies to ensure they will have energy to survive cold and make their escape from island."

"Does anycreature need armor?"

>>179171
Mala smiles, taking a look at the new weapon

Tin Hat:
"Yes, I think we can requision that."

>>179172
"I already have armor. It doesn't look good, but it assists me well with my magic."

>>179172
Kira: "I'm good already. I know this studded leather armor isn't the best in the world, but it lets me move around freely and doesn't impact my ability to use a bow."

Silver continues to examine the weapon given to Mala. "This really is beautiful firearm. I had heard of these existing but have not yet had pleasure of seeing one until now."

>>179165
Sex isn't real numbnuts, it's all storks. Sex was a lie made up by women to longhouse men.
>>179172
Dust simply shakes his head no, he'll put on his armor when they get closer.

>>179176
Based Sunny

>>179173
Well, the party includes a griffin, a zebra, and a lamia. Toss in the gnoll and the party has similar demographics to London.

>>179174
"Well, alright then."

>>179175
He shrugs
"Alright"

Picking up the Auto-8, Silver can immediately feel the imperfections in the design. It's heavy. The free-floating barrel means that both the tube and the hoof guard have to be held in place by steel stints, and the bayonet is below the tube, giving it a bit of an angle when stabbing. The entire design would work better on a pump-action shot gun.

And yet, the reasoning is obvious. A quadruped like Mala can't effectively move and use a pump action. But he can move and shoot an automatic.

The whole thing would be brutal as a club or as a glave.

>>179176
"You need anything besides healing kits?" He asks the zebbruh

>>179178
The zebra thinks for a moment
"Are there anny potions you can spare?
They would make the mission easier to bear."

>>179178
>Toss in the gnoll and the party has similar demographics to London.
I think the Gnoll is the most quintessentially London character.
>"You need anything besides healing kits?" He asks the zebbruh
"Healing Belts are good. I don't use them because of my mama allergy though."
"Wands are always useful, particularly Lesser Vigor."
>>179179
Potions are overpriced. You're better off using scrolls or wands.

>>179178
Silver gives the shotgun back to Mala. "You are starting to look lot like me, Mala, with your swords, shotgun, and flak jacket."

Kira is still curious about the explodey arrow things.

>>179179
Looking back and tilting his head
"Perhaps. What kind of potions?"

>>179180
>the Gnoll is the most quintessentially London character
gasp
My gnoll isn't from London!

>>179184
"Healing, buffs, cures, or boons
Anything to help recover the balloon."

"Oh, and a hoof full of grenades. Fragmentation and smoke."

>>179187
Mala smiles and wags his tail, then tilts his head
"Really?"

Tin Hat sighs
"I think something could be done with that."

>>179187
"Healing was recommended" He says

>>179188
Silver pets the adorable gnoll's head. "Really."

somehow, Brie is eating a pulled-pork bbq sammich
"Mmmm, mmm mmmmmm, mmmmmm mmmmmmm."
(Oh, you're good, I'm in no hurry.)

>>179184
>What kind of potions?
"Conviction. Guidance Of The Avatar. Fleetfoot. Eagle's Splendor. Enlarge Pony...... Shocking Grasp."

Okay, I know you all were fighting or joking or whatever earlier, but it may actually make sense if the party had a designated leader, or at least, somepony to handle out the items

>>179192
>Conviction. Guidance Of The Avatar. Fleetfoot. Eagle's Splendor. Enlarge Pony...... Shocking Grasp
Maybe

>Enlarge Pony
This one specifically is peak "I am curious to see what you do with it"

>>179190
Mala smiles

>>179194
I wasnt joking

>>179191
Both Silver and Kira look over at the bat eating what is clearly a meat sandwich, and both in unison go, "Mmmm, that looks good." Both then look blankly at each other after in an awkward staredown as Kira replies first.

Kira: "...what?"

Silver: "What?"

>>179194
D'awwwwwwwwwww. Also, it seems Silver has unintentionally made himself a sort of leader of the party.

>>179196
Meta, it makes sense. We have a diverse group, and the greatest common denominator is what we should try to structure around. Afaik, that's Silver, who OOC Brie would at the very least, negotiate with and try to reason with in a conflict, and otherwise be willing to take direction from

>>179193
"I requested grenades."
>>179194
>Enlarge Pony
>This one specifically is peak "I am curious to see what you do with it"
Really? You didn't question why Posey would want to drink a bottle of Shocking Grasp?
Enlarge Person is a good buff.
>it may actually make sense if the party had a designated leader
I wasn't joking. It streamlines things to have a decisionist.
I nominate Silver, because his player has been playing for the longest.
Also, he's higher level than the rest of us, which means that we can benefit from commander auras.
https://www.realmshelps.net/adventuring/combat/morale.shtml
Does Silver have a Commander Aura selected?

>>179198
I've never heard of it and the post was not marked as being from Posey. Honestly I thought it was Defiant Dust who asked based on the ID.

>he's higher level
No he isn't

>>179196
It isn't in my items list, but if GM approves, then Brie somehow has a smol cup of smoked pulled pork
>>179198
>He's higher level
Has a sad nao
>No he isn't
Has a sad for Silver nao

>>179199
I thought silver was lvl 6. Maybe I am mistaken.

>>179201
we're lvl 6,... oh gawd, dont tell me u don't know

>>179202
I was told that we start at lvl 5. I started at lvl 3 due to XP costs in character creation.
Have I been wrong all this time? I would really like to be lvl 5.

>>179192
>Enlarge Pony
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>>179199
It didn't rhyme, therefore it wasn't me. I just wanted a fee healing potions for Dust to use if spell slots run thin or the party has to split he can give some while he's not with them.

>>179203
There may be details to your specific character I am unaware of, and I'm sorry if I gave a false impression. I was told Brie is level 6, with all details considered

may be *are certainly

>>179203
When the game first started, all of the player characters were level 5. A lot has happened since then, so now we're level 6.

>>179197
>>179198
I suppose unless we get input from the other characters to the contrary (Cavaliere, Dust), Silver would serve as party leader, at least for this quest.

>>179200
Hmm...that will be have to be kept in mind...

>>179207
The pulled pork?

>>179208
Eeyup. Silver is a fan of pork.

>>179209
My man

Can you all post with names so I don't have to spend time guessing who posted what and sometimes get it wrong?

>>179207
I want to hear from Garv and Tenebrous on acquisition before moving on.

>>179207
Well, at least that means Posey can benefit from a commander aura....
I would be thankful that lower level characters level up more quickly, but idk how that works out in games without XP.
>I suppose unless we get input from the other characters to the contrary (Cavaliere, Dust), Silver would serve as party leader, at least for this quest.
That's alright. The goal is pretty straightforward, anyway.
>>179211
>names
Will do.

>>179211
Not to be critical. But the site didnt used to void the Name field between uses

Prolly just me, cuz its staying. K done

>>179211
The name field clears for me the second I switch tabs. I'll try to be better about checking

>>179215
Prolly this then

>>179188
Assuming nopony else wanted grenades, we're gonna need a tally to divvy up by

>>179149
OMG TAKES THE RADIO, SCORE

"So I guess it's my turn. I and this unicorn speak for the grenades as far as anyone has indicated, so I/we'll be taking those. I also requisitioned 2 healing/medical kits, 2 flares, and 2 MREs" [1d20+1 = (6+1) = 7] Bluff
(he did not in fact ask for 2 mres, that idea occurred on the plane)

He says this, nonchalantly taking possession of the entire box of 9mm