The main part of the party in Mended Horn is wrapping up a matter at an Abandoned Whaling/Sealing station... somewhat. Virgin Flame has made her return and is celebrating with exercise and tea after recovering an important marble statue head and vanquishing several amoebas in the process.
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>>181014
I was just waiting for the retcon/ruling in the OOC thread, before we decided how to continue.
Maybe pretend it never happened, and start the session with some lore checks.
I was just waiting for the retcon/ruling in the OOC thread, before we decided how to continue.
Maybe pretend it never happened, and start the session with some lore checks.
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>>181018
Breathes in
Dark Star... Or is he still Solar Night? Wakes up in his tent. The light penetrates through the cloth, and opening the flaps, he sees outside to the now extinguished fire, to the cloud studded sky, and to the oak tree that looms above. If the trees weren't in the way, he knows he'd see the top of the Tall Sails building as well
There's something so relaxing about camping and being in nature. It's lonely, to be sure, and nature can be brutal in its indifference. But that's the charm, really. Nopony, and especially, nocreature, to cause him trouble. No expectations, no disappointment. No troubles of society at all. Just the sound of birds chirping their early morning songs, and the occasional movement of the wind
Breathes in
Dark Star... Or is he still Solar Night? Wakes up in his tent. The light penetrates through the cloth, and opening the flaps, he sees outside to the now extinguished fire, to the cloud studded sky, and to the oak tree that looms above. If the trees weren't in the way, he knows he'd see the top of the Tall Sails building as well
There's something so relaxing about camping and being in nature. It's lonely, to be sure, and nature can be brutal in its indifference. But that's the charm, really. Nopony, and especially, nocreature, to cause him trouble. No expectations, no disappointment. No troubles of society at all. Just the sound of birds chirping their early morning songs, and the occasional movement of the wind
>>181020
Dark Star sighs and rubs the back of his head before sitting up. he straightens his jacket and walks outside into the picturesqe landscape and breaths in the fresh air.
He looks around his campsite, a few bottles of apple whiskey lay strewn out near the campfire. then he feels the slight headache from the good time he had drinking. he walks down to the river bank where he has left his fishing pole from the night before.
Dark Star sighs and rubs the back of his head before sitting up. he straightens his jacket and walks outside into the picturesqe landscape and breaths in the fresh air.
He looks around his campsite, a few bottles of apple whiskey lay strewn out near the campfire. then he feels the slight headache from the good time he had drinking. he walks down to the river bank where he has left his fishing pole from the night before.
>>181023
Can you describe what Dark Star looks like?
His name sounds like Death Knight material. Rosey Ring might be interested in him...
Can you describe what Dark Star looks like?
His name sounds like Death Knight material. Rosey Ring might be interested in him...
>>181028
Yea, Dark Star is an Earth pony ranger, He's like Fascist James dean. Red Coat, Short black mane, black leather jacket, sometimes he has his coat dyed for his job with the black hooves.
Yea, Dark Star is an Earth pony ranger, He's like Fascist James dean. Red Coat, Short black mane, black leather jacket, sometimes he has his coat dyed for his job with the black hooves.
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>>181029
~Ooh, a Fascist Ranger, with excellent taste in clothing. What are his Favored Enemies?
Does he consider himself a warrior? A huntsman? Does he hold deep feelings of resentment or hatred towards his favored foes? Does he want to exterminate them? Does he wish to grow stronger? Does he fight for a cause? Would he even... die for that cause?
~Ooh, a Fascist Ranger, with excellent taste in clothing. What are his Favored Enemies?
Does he consider himself a warrior? A huntsman? Does he hold deep feelings of resentment or hatred towards his favored foes? Does he want to exterminate them? Does he wish to grow stronger? Does he fight for a cause? Would he even... die for that cause?
>>181023
So like,... the first night,... he pitched a tent
Yeah! Yeah! And then when he woke up, he went for his pole!
(vigorous giggling)
So like,... the first night,... he pitched a tent
Yeah! Yeah! And then when he woke up, he went for his pole!
(vigorous giggling)
>>181030
>What are his Favored Enemies?
Zebras
>Does he consider himself a
He's a Gunslinger, think Travis Bickle from taxi driver.
>Does he hold deep feelings of resentment or hatred towards his favored foes
Extreme feelings of resentment, yea
>Does he want to exterminate them?
TZD
>Does he wish to grow stronger?
Of course
> Does he fight for a cause?
He fights tofree Baltimare from the decadence and degeneracy that the princess's let fester even before the war, and put ponies back on top in the city and in general
>Would he even... die for that cause?
A stallion is not truly alive until he's ready to die for something greater
>>181031
Kek, exactly how it went
[Read more] >What are his Favored Enemies?
Zebras
>Does he consider himself a
He's a Gunslinger, think Travis Bickle from taxi driver.
>Does he hold deep feelings of resentment or hatred towards his favored foes
Extreme feelings of resentment, yea
>Does he want to exterminate them?
TZD
>Does he wish to grow stronger?
Of course
> Does he fight for a cause?
He fights tofree Baltimare from the decadence and degeneracy that the princess's let fester even before the war, and put ponies back on top in the city and in general
>Would he even... die for that cause?
A stallion is not truly alive until he's ready to die for something greater
>>181031
Kek, exactly how it went
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>>181032
>Zebras
Based
Does he hate griffons and changelings too?
>a Gunslinger, think Travis Bickle from taxi driver
>Extreme feelings of resentment
Based
>TZD
Based
>Of course
How far would he go to grow stronger?
>put ponies back on top in the city and in general
Based pony supremacist.
>A stallion is not truly alive until he's ready to die for something greater
~Ooh, I believe that Dark Star and Rossy Ring could become very, very, very good friends.
I look forward to meeting you in game.
Last question: does he have strong Vril?
[Read more] >Zebras
Based
Does he hate griffons and changelings too?
>a Gunslinger, think Travis Bickle from taxi driver
>Extreme feelings of resentment
Based
>TZD
Based
>Of course
How far would he go to grow stronger?
>put ponies back on top in the city and in general
Based pony supremacist.
>A stallion is not truly alive until he's ready to die for something greater
~Ooh, I believe that Dark Star and Rossy Ring could become very, very, very good friends.
I look forward to meeting you in game.
Last question: does he have strong Vril?
>>181033
>Does he hate griffons and changelings too?
He hates them both yea.
>How far would he go to grow stronger?
depends on hat you mean
>Ooh, I believe that Dark Star and Rossy Ring could become very, very, very good friends.
I look forward to meeting you in game.
Tell me a bit about your character.
>does he have strong Vril?
The Vril loves Him
>Does he hate griffons and changelings too?
He hates them both yea.
>How far would he go to grow stronger?
depends on hat you mean
>Ooh, I believe that Dark Star and Rossy Ring could become very, very, very good friends.
I look forward to meeting you in game.
Tell me a bit about your character.
>does he have strong Vril?
The Vril loves Him
>>181034
>depends on hat you mean
Would he dabble with secret dark, forbidden occult forces and make the ultimate sacrifice to become Darth Stellaris?
>Tell me a bit about your character.
Rosey Ring is a Dread Necromancer, who hails from afar.
She's a beautiful white unicorn, with a long red mane and alluring golden eyes.
She's says she's from Farbrook, but she's secretly a dark mage from the Dread League.
She wants to exterminate the changelings.
>The Vril loves Him
Definitely Death Knight material.
>depends on hat you mean
Would he dabble with secret dark, forbidden occult forces and make the ultimate sacrifice to become Darth Stellaris?
>Tell me a bit about your character.
Rosey Ring is a Dread Necromancer, who hails from afar.
She's a beautiful white unicorn, with a long red mane and alluring golden eyes.
She's says she's from Farbrook, but she's secretly a dark mage from the Dread League.
She wants to exterminate the changelings.
>The Vril loves Him
Definitely Death Knight material.
>>181035
>Would he dabble with secret dark, forbidden occult forces and make the ultimate sacrifice to become Darth Stellaris?
He's encountered the undead before, he would probably be a little trepidatious in going down that road, but maybe, who knows
>She's says she's from Farbrook, but she's secretly a dark mage from the Dread League.
Based, I Dont think Dark Star would even be aware of the Dread leauge as he grew up on a Farm outside Baltimare.
>She wants to exterminate the changelings.
I Think they'll get along just fine indeed.
>Definitely Death Knight material.
That could be an interesting turn
>Would he dabble with secret dark, forbidden occult forces and make the ultimate sacrifice to become Darth Stellaris?
He's encountered the undead before, he would probably be a little trepidatious in going down that road, but maybe, who knows
>She's says she's from Farbrook, but she's secretly a dark mage from the Dread League.
Based, I Dont think Dark Star would even be aware of the Dread leauge as he grew up on a Farm outside Baltimare.
>She wants to exterminate the changelings.
I Think they'll get along just fine indeed.
>Definitely Death Knight material.
That could be an interesting turn
>>181036
New side quest for Posey's bucket list: Dark Star into a Death Knight by seducing him to the dark side.
>He's encountered the undead before, he would probably be a little trepidatious in going down that road, but maybe, who knows
Posey can be very persuasive :3
Anyways, your character is cool.
Posey's cutie mark is something like a Dark Star: it's a Dark Sun over a white sky. Perhaps they were destined to meet.
This might be ooc thread material, but I think character descriptions and introductions are better here.
New side quest for Posey's bucket list: Dark Star into a Death Knight by seducing him to the dark side.
>He's encountered the undead before, he would probably be a little trepidatious in going down that road, but maybe, who knows
Posey can be very persuasive :3
Anyways, your character is cool.
Posey's cutie mark is something like a Dark Star: it's a Dark Sun over a white sky. Perhaps they were destined to meet.
This might be ooc thread material, but I think character descriptions and introductions are better here.
>>181037
>New side quest for Posey's bucket list: Dark Star into a Death Knight by seducing him to the dark side.
Good Luck, Kek
>Anyways, your character is cool.
Thanks, so is yours
Dark Star's cutie mark is a Fasces
>Perhaps they were destined to meet.
Perhaps so kek, stranger things have happened
> but I think character descriptions and introductions are better here.
Agreed
>New side quest for Posey's bucket list: Dark Star into a Death Knight by seducing him to the dark side.
Good Luck, Kek
>Anyways, your character is cool.
Thanks, so is yours
Dark Star's cutie mark is a Fasces
>Perhaps they were destined to meet.
Perhaps so kek, stranger things have happened
> but I think character descriptions and introductions are better here.
Agreed
>>181041
Well, I'm back. I was back a while ago but I forgot to write something.
Just and fyi is all. ^^
Well, I'm back. I was back a while ago but I forgot to write something.
Just and fyi is all. ^^
"Hey! Are you asleep?" I shout-whisper into the black thread only lit up slightly by the luminescent swastika on an Aryanne pulshie standing guard besides the cthulhu-esque dreaming form of GM-kun.
My iron grip on my stack of four-hundred A4 pages backstory is so hard that it drains the blood from my knuckles. I'm about to drop it on his face but my hands are stop by his sleep-talk.
"It's- It's Tiara... Not crown. *snore* Reee- *snore* eeee *snore* eee..." GM-kun says in his sleep and follow it up with bunch of lip smacks. Like, you know, that scene in Disney's Robin Hood with the sleeping Prince John lion.
"Oh,-" I blink. "-never mind."
I put my stack on top of another stack of paper on his night table. The night table creaks ominously. I briefly read the brief on the other stack before overlapping it with my own, apparently it's some kind of domestic divorce dispute about money, so now he has two pleasant surprises to wake up to.
I see that he fidgets in his sleep. Clearly his dreaming of a third-party DnD source book lecturing him while using the word, 'hereby'.
I feel for him so I pull out my Luna plushie and place it beside him on his bed. A bit of an ass-pull, hehe, get it?
He sense the pony in his sleep and pulls her close to his chest.
I pet my plushie and say, "You're appreciated autism support soft toy."
Then I tippity toe out of the room. ^^
[Read more] My iron grip on my stack of four-hundred A4 pages backstory is so hard that it drains the blood from my knuckles. I'm about to drop it on his face but my hands are stop by his sleep-talk.
"It's- It's Tiara... Not crown. *snore* Reee- *snore* eeee *snore* eee..." GM-kun says in his sleep and follow it up with bunch of lip smacks. Like, you know, that scene in Disney's Robin Hood with the sleeping Prince John lion.
"Oh,-" I blink. "-never mind."
I put my stack on top of another stack of paper on his night table. The night table creaks ominously. I briefly read the brief on the other stack before overlapping it with my own, apparently it's some kind of domestic divorce dispute about money, so now he has two pleasant surprises to wake up to.
I see that he fidgets in his sleep. Clearly his dreaming of a third-party DnD source book lecturing him while using the word, 'hereby'.
I feel for him so I pull out my Luna plushie and place it beside him on his bed. A bit of an ass-pull, hehe, get it?
He sense the pony in his sleep and pulls her close to his chest.
I pet my plushie and say, "You're appreciated autism support soft toy."
Then I tippity toe out of the room. ^^
>>181023
chirp chirp
The few birds continue their chirping, and the trees are mostly leafless, with the dead leaves covering the ground. The air, however, is fresh and cold. He can see his breath coming out of his snout. It has none of the smell of diesel and gasoline fumes back in Baltimare.
Walking towards the stream, Dark Star finds the fishing pole he left leaning against a tree. The pole has fallen down against the tree, but at least it hasn't been stolen in the night by a homeless zebra.
The water in the stream continues its trickle along the rocks Or are you suggesting he's by a larger river like the Delemare or a tributary?
Does he clear his mind, or does he let all of the thoughts of the two nights before, and of the larger world, flood back in?
>>181041
>>181044
Hello
>>181046
scrunch
ur silly
[Read more] chirp chirp
The few birds continue their chirping, and the trees are mostly leafless, with the dead leaves covering the ground. The air, however, is fresh and cold. He can see his breath coming out of his snout. It has none of the smell of diesel and gasoline fumes back in Baltimare.
Walking towards the stream, Dark Star finds the fishing pole he left leaning against a tree. The pole has fallen down against the tree, but at least it hasn't been stolen in the night by a homeless zebra.
The water in the stream continues its trickle along the rocks Or are you suggesting he's by a larger river like the Delemare or a tributary?
Does he clear his mind, or does he let all of the thoughts of the two nights before, and of the larger world, flood back in?
>>181041
>>181044
Hello
>>181046
scrunch
ur silly
Okay, for Baltimare crew. In the long term I would like Dark Star, Virgin Flame, and Amber to meet up for a quest. I'm not sure how long that would take, but it's the goal.
>>180904 →
"Well..." She pauses, and takes multiple seconds breathing in and out before proceeding "May we be with Celestia. She kind of needs all of the champions she can get."
Heather slowly trots up next to Vir, sits down, and places a hoof on Vir's shoulder. She speaks softly, as if telling a secret.
"When Chrysalis shot back at Celestia, and the crown came off..." She moves her eyes to make eye contact with Vir. "I think that many ponies took that as a sign that she was just a pony. A pony like us. Sometimes I wonder if it made her think that."
She gives Vir a small pet that perhaps is more for her own reassurance than for Vir's
"I think it's okay to not be okay right now. Not a lot of us are."
[Read more] >>180904 →
"Well..." She pauses, and takes multiple seconds breathing in and out before proceeding "May we be with Celestia. She kind of needs all of the champions she can get."
Heather slowly trots up next to Vir, sits down, and places a hoof on Vir's shoulder. She speaks softly, as if telling a secret.
"When Chrysalis shot back at Celestia, and the crown came off..." She moves her eyes to make eye contact with Vir. "I think that many ponies took that as a sign that she was just a pony. A pony like us. Sometimes I wonder if it made her think that."
She gives Vir a small pet that perhaps is more for her own reassurance than for Vir's
"I think it's okay to not be okay right now. Not a lot of us are."
>>180301 →
She bats a hoof dismissively
"Oh, I wouldn't start with When the Apricot Blossums Fall. I enjoyed it, mind you, and you'll probably enjoy it more than I if you're not familiar with the tropes of the genre, but there are better books out there if you are just starting. 'Autumn's Fire" is one of the better pieces. It's a period Piece, set back during Nettle's Rebellion. That one, and 'Adieux, Darling,' which is an older book, but a classic, is where I would start.
As for magazines, well, in this industry, the Manehattan Review is a solid starter, as is the Canterlot line of the same. The latter was recently bought out by Sassy Saddles, and has improved."
She bats a hoof dismissively
"Oh, I wouldn't start with When the Apricot Blossums Fall. I enjoyed it, mind you, and you'll probably enjoy it more than I if you're not familiar with the tropes of the genre, but there are better books out there if you are just starting. 'Autumn's Fire" is one of the better pieces. It's a period Piece, set back during Nettle's Rebellion. That one, and 'Adieux, Darling,' which is an older book, but a classic, is where I would start.
As for magazines, well, in this industry, the Manehattan Review is a solid starter, as is the Canterlot line of the same. The latter was recently bought out by Sassy Saddles, and has improved."
>>181049
>ur silly
Born to be. ^^
>>181050
>Okay, for Baltimare crew. In the long term I would like Dark Star, Virgin Flame, and Amber to meet up for a quest. I'm not sure how long that would take, but it's the goal.
That sounds cool though I will play Virgin in character all the time, or try, so she will only join up if it makes sense. But I have nothing against it, since I think I'd enjoy interacting with the other plays ic. ^^
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Vir's eyes widen in realization and she nods upon the words, 'that she was just a pony'.
She stares back into those eyes with a sense of reliability and pity. She feels her, in metaphorical way. Then she looks down at her hoof. She absentmindedly scratch the ground with that hoof.
"Before the world turned upside-down, at the Orphanage I grow up at, I had three friends, or well, sisters. We weren't related. Just three orphaned foals growing up at a monastery together," she says and takes her time with each sentence.
Images of being chased by brown filly with pink and red in her mane, teasing her that she couldn't catch her before the filly spread her wings, whereupon, young Vir changed her tone, "You're cheating, Pew." In the foggy background of her memory, there's a pale-green unicorn giggling at the display into her hoof.
"We were happy." -A memory of being pulled into the soft bed of swamp-colored unicorn by a chocolate furred Pegasus. The unicorn is surprise as she was reading her book. Her young self tries to leave only to be pulled back by the pleading voice of Pew. Soon the memory shifts to the day after as Vir is awaken by Celestia's sun, which light reveals her to trapped in bundle of soft limbs.- "We were inseparable. But then-" The blue aura of her friend zaps out, leaving on sooth around her steaming horn. She screams in pain and goes down. She's screaming with tears running down her face. A black hoof, gleaming like latex, constrict Pew's throat and you hear her pained gasp.- "One of them was taken by the changelings."
[Read more] >ur silly
Born to be. ^^
>>181050
>Okay, for Baltimare crew. In the long term I would like Dark Star, Virgin Flame, and Amber to meet up for a quest. I'm not sure how long that would take, but it's the goal.
That sounds cool though I will play Virgin in character all the time, or try, so she will only join up if it makes sense. But I have nothing against it, since I think I'd enjoy interacting with the other plays ic. ^^
---
Vir's eyes widen in realization and she nods upon the words, 'that she was just a pony'.
She stares back into those eyes with a sense of reliability and pity. She feels her, in metaphorical way. Then she looks down at her hoof. She absentmindedly scratch the ground with that hoof.
"Before the world turned upside-down, at the Orphanage I grow up at, I had three friends, or well, sisters. We weren't related. Just three orphaned foals growing up at a monastery together," she says and takes her time with each sentence.
Images of being chased by brown filly with pink and red in her mane, teasing her that she couldn't catch her before the filly spread her wings, whereupon, young Vir changed her tone, "You're cheating, Pew." In the foggy background of her memory, there's a pale-green unicorn giggling at the display into her hoof.
"We were happy." -A memory of being pulled into the soft bed of swamp-colored unicorn by a chocolate furred Pegasus. The unicorn is surprise as she was reading her book. Her young self tries to leave only to be pulled back by the pleading voice of Pew. Soon the memory shifts to the day after as Vir is awaken by Celestia's sun, which light reveals her to trapped in bundle of soft limbs.- "We were inseparable. But then-" The blue aura of her friend zaps out, leaving on sooth around her steaming horn. She screams in pain and goes down. She's screaming with tears running down her face. A black hoof, gleaming like latex, constrict Pew's throat and you hear her pained gasp.- "One of them was taken by the changelings."
>>181053
Amber, in a previous failed knowledge roll, determined that Sassy Saddles was either that wife of the former Foreign Minister that shot a printer and had a famous trial some years ago, or maybe she was that prime minister who rounded up and moved a bunch of diamond dogs from central Equestria quite a few years ago.
“Hehe, no. She’s the foremost expert on design in Canterlot. An associate of Rarity.”
>>181054
She slowly pets her
“I understand… a lot of us had ponies we know be lost… It’s hard, going on without them, to be sure.”
Amber, in a previous failed knowledge roll, determined that Sassy Saddles was either that wife of the former Foreign Minister that shot a printer and had a famous trial some years ago, or maybe she was that prime minister who rounded up and moved a bunch of diamond dogs from central Equestria quite a few years ago.
“Hehe, no. She’s the foremost expert on design in Canterlot. An associate of Rarity.”
>>181054
She slowly pets her
“I understand… a lot of us had ponies we know be lost… It’s hard, going on without them, to be sure.”
>>181058
Not saying that you didn't get that but just to be clear. It was past Vir that was crying.
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She looks up at her before shutting her eyes and moving her head into the petting hoof. Then she moves out again. Her whole face seems to hang.
"Pew," Vir began but stopped as she clenched her teeth. "my friend. My sister. Was so sweet. I didn't... before she was gone."
Not saying that you didn't get that but just to be clear. It was past Vir that was crying.
---
She looks up at her before shutting her eyes and moving her head into the petting hoof. Then she moves out again. Her whole face seems to hang.
"Pew," Vir began but stopped as she clenched her teeth. "my friend. My sister. Was so sweet. I didn't... before she was gone."
>>181060
pet pet pet
"I didn't either... You don't know it's going to happen until after it has already happened."
pet pet pet
"I didn't either... You don't know it's going to happen until after it has already happened."
>>181061
She sausage at her words as if flinching back when someone gets hurt. She gaze is pitying.
She moves closer. She leans into the other but not too much. I assume Heather is a bit smaller, or rather not as heavy than my character whose a bit warthog, quite dense while still not bulky exactly. She lets her neck rest on Heather's shoulder?.
"You lost someone as well?"
She sausage at her words as if flinching back when someone gets hurt. She gaze is pitying.
She moves closer. She leans into the other but not too much. I assume Heather is a bit smaller, or rather not as heavy than my character whose a bit warthog, quite dense while still not bulky exactly. She lets her neck rest on Heather's shoulder?.
"You lost someone as well?"
>>181058
"Ohhhh, well that makes sense. If she publishes a magazine like you said, then it must have everything on fashion. Can I find it at that bookshop? Please don't mind if I have another question…."
>That sounds cool though I will play Virgin in character all the time, or try, so she will only join up if it makes sense. But I have nothing against it, since I think I'd enjoy interacting with the other plays ic. ^^
I'm excited about the idea!
"Ohhhh, well that makes sense. If she publishes a magazine like you said, then it must have everything on fashion. Can I find it at that bookshop? Please don't mind if I have another question…."
>That sounds cool though I will play Virgin in character all the time, or try, so she will only join up if it makes sense. But I have nothing against it, since I think I'd enjoy interacting with the other plays ic. ^^
I'm excited about the idea!
>>181065
Vir shuffles away just a bit before rolling completely over on her side but not in way that she squash the other mare. ^^ She can feel Heather behind her. She reaches out and grabs her petting hoof. She gives it a little squeeze.
Her dejected gaze wanders about the garden. Does she see anything nice?
"It's not really right that you're comforting me if you too are hurtin´," she says and gives the other mare's hoof a small caress.
Vir shuffles away just a bit before rolling completely over on her side but not in way that she squash the other mare. ^^ She can feel Heather behind her. She reaches out and grabs her petting hoof. She gives it a little squeeze.
Her dejected gaze wanders about the garden. Does she see anything nice?
"It's not really right that you're comforting me if you too are hurtin´," she says and gives the other mare's hoof a small caress.
>>181065
"May I borrow one? Mmph, no, that wasn't my question." She scrunches briefly before continuing, "How do you know Dark Denizen? You know, Club Maurice's owner, the batpony mare who pulled up here in a beautiful, fancy car."
"May I borrow one? Mmph, no, that wasn't my question." She scrunches briefly before continuing, "How do you know Dark Denizen? You know, Club Maurice's owner, the batpony mare who pulled up here in a beautiful, fancy car."
>>181049
i was thinking more of a stream yea, nothing so grand as the delemare
He Enjoys the fresh air in his lungs it had been a long time since the pleasant sensation feeling them with noe of the smells of modernity,
He casts his mind back to the bar a few nights ago and the fallout of what happened
i was thinking more of a stream yea, nothing so grand as the delemare
He Enjoys the fresh air in his lungs it had been a long time since the pleasant sensation feeling them with noe of the smells of modernity,
He casts his mind back to the bar a few nights ago and the fallout of what happened
>>181089
The smile leaves and she pulls her lips close together, staring at Amber for several seconds
"That wasn't Dark Denizen."
>>181101
No smells of vomit, zebra shit, who even knows what kind of industrial chemical, none of that. Nope. None of those thoughts...
But the other night...
Dark Star still clearly sees the sight of a Diamond Dog's head exploding, of the drywall on the wall exploding outwards into the hall as bullets pass straight through the wall. Of a pony bleeding out on the ground. Of a highly banded earth pony groveling in fear, and begging for the gnoll to not maul him...
Well, let's see. Blue Skies terrified and running when she hears the sounds of sirens. No. Later. In the bar. Yes, those two mares. How does he feel about them anyways? They were nice, but Dark Star can banish the thought that they wanted something more than simply friendly conversation.
And then that next day. Blue skies laying on the table at Breakfast, looking a bit defeated. And Sea Breeze... being not too pleased with starting a fatal firefight within the city...
[Read more] The smile leaves and she pulls her lips close together, staring at Amber for several seconds
"That wasn't Dark Denizen."
>>181101
No smells of vomit, zebra shit, who even knows what kind of industrial chemical, none of that. Nope. None of those thoughts...
But the other night...
Dark Star still clearly sees the sight of a Diamond Dog's head exploding, of the drywall on the wall exploding outwards into the hall as bullets pass straight through the wall. Of a pony bleeding out on the ground. Of a highly banded earth pony groveling in fear, and begging for the gnoll to not maul him...
Well, let's see. Blue Skies terrified and running when she hears the sounds of sirens. No. Later. In the bar. Yes, those two mares. How does he feel about them anyways? They were nice, but Dark Star can banish the thought that they wanted something more than simply friendly conversation.
And then that next day. Blue skies laying on the table at Breakfast, looking a bit defeated. And Sea Breeze... being not too pleased with starting a fatal firefight within the city...
>>181106
He washes his face in the river, replaying the way the diamond dog's head exploded again
"Hmmmm. Wrong place Wrong Time."
He clears the thoughts from his mind as he picks up the fishing pole and casts it hoping the serenity will help him forget things.
"They're probably Angry with me, I Can't help but feel good about cleaning up the city in such a tangible way though."
He washes his face in the river, replaying the way the diamond dog's head exploded again
"Hmmmm. Wrong place Wrong Time."
He clears the thoughts from his mind as he picks up the fishing pole and casts it hoping the serenity will help him forget things.
"They're probably Angry with me, I Can't help but feel good about cleaning up the city in such a tangible way though."
>>181110
bang
A rifle round hits the head and causes the back to explode outwards
bang
The bitch's eyes roll up
bang
She drops to the floor
bang
Little droplets of blood scatter across the... diamond design on the walls? Little red diamonds on a white background as the wallpaper design? Heh. Diamond dog blood on red diamonds. Heh.
Could Sea Breeze actually be angry with him? Dark Star has done him a favor. He'll come around.
[Read more] bang
A rifle round hits the head and causes the back to explode outwards
bang
The bitch's eyes roll up
bang
She drops to the floor
bang
Little droplets of blood scatter across the... diamond design on the walls? Little red diamonds on a white background as the wallpaper design? Heh. Diamond dog blood on red diamonds. Heh.
Could Sea Breeze actually be angry with him? Dark Star has done him a favor. He'll come around.
^^
>>181067
She looks down at Vir's hoof over hers. Pony hooves are an odd thing, with their fur, muscles, and bones.
She looks back up to Vir's eyes for the next statement.
"If the hurt can't console the hurt, then who would help us?"
She looks down at Vir's hoof over hers. Pony hooves are an odd thing, with their fur, muscles, and bones.
She looks back up to Vir's eyes for the next statement.
"If the hurt can't console the hurt, then who would help us?"
>>181112
Dark Star pushes the images of her corpse to the back of his mind, he chuckles unsure of why he let it get to him so much in the first place.
"Maybe i should head back soon, its been a couple days, i could use a real shower and some more Whiskey, the black hooves could need my help."
Dark Star pushes the images of her corpse to the back of his mind, he chuckles unsure of why he let it get to him so much in the first place.
"Maybe i should head back soon, its been a couple days, i could use a real shower and some more Whiskey, the black hooves could need my help."
>>181115
Wait. If Dark Star has been out here for several days drinking, not showering, living outside... Oh Haygle, is he turning into a homeless donkey?
Yeah... probably best to get back.
Wait. If Dark Star has been out here for several days drinking, not showering, living outside... Oh Haygle, is he turning into a homeless donkey?
Yeah... probably best to get back.
>>181117
Kek
With that he begins walking back to his campsite and begins packing things up, getting ready to go back
Kek
With that he begins walking back to his campsite and begins packing things up, getting ready to go back
>>181119
Alright... time to roll up the tent. Do you need to pick up those bottles of whiskey. Well yes, obviously. Don't be a zeeb. But then he also has to carry the fishing pole... Maybe best just to leave it there.
Alright... time to roll up the tent. Do you need to pick up those bottles of whiskey. Well yes, obviously. Don't be a zeeb. But then he also has to carry the fishing pole... Maybe best just to leave it there.
>>181114
Vir meets her gaze. She nods.
"Thank you. I truly appreciate it," she says before turning back towards the garden.
Her gaze finds a fluttering butterfly, if that's possible in this climate/place/time-of-year, otherwise she doesn't.
She shallows. She's thirsty but not as thirsty she would have been alone without Heather's calming presence, she notes subconsciously.
"Anyway, my other sister is called Hope's Anchor. She's the reason, I'm here in Baltimare."
Vir meets her gaze. She nods.
"Thank you. I truly appreciate it," she says before turning back towards the garden.
Her gaze finds a fluttering butterfly, if that's possible in this climate/place/time-of-year, otherwise she doesn't.
She shallows. She's thirsty but not as thirsty she would have been alone without Heather's calming presence, she notes subconsciously.
"Anyway, my other sister is called Hope's Anchor. She's the reason, I'm here in Baltimare."
>>181120
"Someone else could get some use of the fishing pole if they come across it, It wouldn't be so bad to leave here, i won't need it back in baltimare anyway."" , he thinks to himself, he goes on to pick up the bottles then leaves the campsite. treking up the trail
"Someone else could get some use of the fishing pole if they come across it, It wouldn't be so bad to leave here, i won't need it back in baltimare anyway."" , he thinks to himself, he goes on to pick up the bottles then leaves the campsite. treking up the trail
>>181067
>Does she see anything nice?
I forgot about this one. Well, there's a cherry tree. Most of its leaves are off. The most obviously interesting object is a granite or cement statue of Princess Celestia. It's not very big, 18 inches standing up, and it stands on top of a 3 foot tall decorative ionic column. The most impressive thing about it is the wings, which are extended. The very end of the right... No, that's the left wing, it's facing you - the end of the left wing is chipped off, or the third feather is. There's a crack that runs across the chest from the bttom left (vir's left) to the upper right, but it doesn't seem to threaten it. The statue has a nice smile. There's more than this. There's a wheelbarrow with blue paint chipping off of it. Near it is a shovel propped against a wall. By that is a bed next to the wall where mud is being dug up. And besides all of that... Well, there's always details.
>>181121
>Butterfly
Honestly... I don't know
Heather blinks. "Are you... Here to meet with her?"
>>181122
Dark Star doesn't want to fish in the harbor? Anyways. He remembers the way to the road. At least he thinks he does. Just go in any direction, you'll find a road eventually. Then just follow the road until you get into Baltimare. Hitchhike if you have to. Or call a taxi, though of course they are only close to, or even within the city.
[Read more] >Does she see anything nice?
I forgot about this one. Well, there's a cherry tree. Most of its leaves are off. The most obviously interesting object is a granite or cement statue of Princess Celestia. It's not very big, 18 inches standing up, and it stands on top of a 3 foot tall decorative ionic column. The most impressive thing about it is the wings, which are extended. The very end of the right... No, that's the left wing, it's facing you - the end of the left wing is chipped off, or the third feather is. There's a crack that runs across the chest from the bttom left (vir's left) to the upper right, but it doesn't seem to threaten it. The statue has a nice smile. There's more than this. There's a wheelbarrow with blue paint chipping off of it. Near it is a shovel propped against a wall. By that is a bed next to the wall where mud is being dug up. And besides all of that... Well, there's always details.
>>181121
>Butterfly
Honestly... I don't know
Heather blinks. "Are you... Here to meet with her?"
>>181122
Dark Star doesn't want to fish in the harbor? Anyways. He remembers the way to the road. At least he thinks he does. Just go in any direction, you'll find a road eventually. Then just follow the road until you get into Baltimare. Hitchhike if you have to. Or call a taxi, though of course they are only close to, or even within the city.
>>181124
>Long detailed and nice description
Thank you. It's appreciate.
Vir watches Schrödinger's butterfly till it disappears before rolling over so that she faces Heather and her back to the Princess Celestia stone statue.
"I hope so. But I don't know if I'll find her," Vir says.
>Long detailed and nice description
Thank you. It's appreciate.
Vir watches Schrödinger's butterfly till it disappears before rolling over so that she faces Heather and her back to the Princess Celestia stone statue.
"I hope so. But I don't know if I'll find her," Vir says.
>>181125
For the first. At least few miles, only a single car passes, a much older model black car. A pony trots by with a car, but for whatever reason doesn't seem to want to interact. It's when he gets to the main roadway that things change, with more cars and passersby. Houses show up, a lot of a business selling tractors, and a mill. Slowly, he enters into the city.
>>181127
But was the butterfly even there to begin with?
"You don't know where she is?" Heather presses her lips together in a look of concern, and flops her left ear.
For the first. At least few miles, only a single car passes, a much older model black car. A pony trots by with a car, but for whatever reason doesn't seem to want to interact. It's when he gets to the main roadway that things change, with more cars and passersby. Houses show up, a lot of a business selling tractors, and a mill. Slowly, he enters into the city.
>>181127
But was the butterfly even there to begin with?
"You don't know where she is?" Heather presses her lips together in a look of concern, and flops her left ear.
>>181129
>But was the butterfly even there to begin with?
Idk, but if it did, I bet it flapped its wings tho, it would rain on them ponies at the whaling station.
Vir nods. She swallows.
"After Pew was... I wasn't the only one who was.. Crushed. Then when the collapse happened, when Celestia... Lost, my other sister, Hope's, lost her faith."
>But was the butterfly even there to begin with?
Idk, but if it did, I bet it flapped its wings tho, it would rain on them ponies at the whaling station.
Vir nods. She swallows.
"After Pew was... I wasn't the only one who was.. Crushed. Then when the collapse happened, when Celestia... Lost, my other sister, Hope's, lost her faith."
>>181129
He walks closer to the center of the city, passing streets of undesirables, he loos at them with disgust.
"This used to be a nice city, now its filled with scum."
He walks closer to the center of the city, passing streets of undesirables, he loos at them with disgust.
"This used to be a nice city, now its filled with scum."
>>181132
Yes, hippogriffs and Kirin in the less decayed portions, but in the older slums, zebras, griffins, donkeys, diamond dogs, and shudders bat ponies. This is besides the pony folk who have fallen into hard times, living on the streets with unkempt manes and empty bottles of beer surrounding them. At least Dark Star doesn’t have to pass through the tenements of the eastern part of the city. He enters the city center. He can go to the Blackhooves headquarters, or if he prefers, go on to the Eastside Tavern.
>>181131
She exhales and looks down
“Many did. But Celestia did what she did to protect us. And she protects us still. I hope one day, your friend, your… sister, will see that.”
>rain on the other ponies
….
[Read more] Yes, hippogriffs and Kirin in the less decayed portions, but in the older slums, zebras, griffins, donkeys, diamond dogs, and shudders bat ponies. This is besides the pony folk who have fallen into hard times, living on the streets with unkempt manes and empty bottles of beer surrounding them. At least Dark Star doesn’t have to pass through the tenements of the eastern part of the city. He enters the city center. He can go to the Blackhooves headquarters, or if he prefers, go on to the Eastside Tavern.
>>181131
She exhales and looks down
“Many did. But Celestia did what she did to protect us. And she protects us still. I hope one day, your friend, your… sister, will see that.”
>rain on the other ponies
….
>>181135
His heart does go out to the less fortunate ponies that are forced to live around them, He goes to HQ
His heart does go out to the less fortunate ponies that are forced to live around them, He goes to HQ
>>181136
In fairness to the decaying carcass of a city that is Baltimare, animated now mostly by the necromantic force of International Capitalism - the old, decripit, necrotic, and third worldly portions of the city that are non-pony majority are concentrated in the eastern portion of the city. The western portion, which Dark Star walked through, is overwhelmingly pony, and with newer structures as ponies move from the eastern portion, to the western portion of the city. The city center - which is a newer commercial district built around the passenger rail station - has many non-ponies to be sure, but some respectable architecture. Like the Grand Baltimare Hotel, headquaters of the Blackhooves in the Equestrian South East.
Dark Star surely shows his ID and firearms license - I doubt he walked the city streets unarmed - to the guard outside, and then to Filipe at the door.
"Hey Dark Star" The blue minotaur looks down towards the earth pony. "Haven't seen you in a while." He sniffs and tilts his head. "You smell of rotting leaves. Did you... visit the farm?"
In fairness to the decaying carcass of a city that is Baltimare, animated now mostly by the necromantic force of International Capitalism - the old, decripit, necrotic, and third worldly portions of the city that are non-pony majority are concentrated in the eastern portion of the city. The western portion, which Dark Star walked through, is overwhelmingly pony, and with newer structures as ponies move from the eastern portion, to the western portion of the city. The city center - which is a newer commercial district built around the passenger rail station - has many non-ponies to be sure, but some respectable architecture. Like the Grand Baltimare Hotel, headquaters of the Blackhooves in the Equestrian South East.
Dark Star surely shows his ID and firearms license - I doubt he walked the city streets unarmed - to the guard outside, and then to Filipe at the door.
"Hey Dark Star" The blue minotaur looks down towards the earth pony. "Haven't seen you in a while." He sniffs and tilts his head. "You smell of rotting leaves. Did you... visit the farm?"
>>181135
<rain on the other ponies
Wait, is it raining there right now? If so, pic related.
---
"She will," Vir says a bit forefully before blushing sheepishly. "That's why I'm here after all."
Mare, she's parched but she knows she has to give this mare the whole truth before she can ask. A moment passes.
"Your words earlier. About what ponies thought when her crown fell, they were similar to what my sister said too. That Princess Celestia was just a mortal, like us."
<rain on the other ponies
Wait, is it raining there right now? If so, pic related.
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"She will," Vir says a bit forefully before blushing sheepishly. "That's why I'm here after all."
Mare, she's parched but she knows she has to give this mare the whole truth before she can ask. A moment passes.
"Your words earlier. About what ponies thought when her crown fell, they were similar to what my sister said too. That Princess Celestia was just a mortal, like us."
>>181142
"Yes, you could feel a diference after that. Certainly the Fascists never would have dared attempt what they did if it were not for that moment. The Iconoclasts would have, but it emboldened them. But you could see it among the normal ponies... something changed after that. The ponies were... worried. It was easy to explain away. We had new heroines, after all, and that reassured us in the moment. But you could tell that something had cracked in the way we saw Princess Celestia, or well, how we saw ponies in general. And that crack came back, years later."
"Yes, you could feel a diference after that. Certainly the Fascists never would have dared attempt what they did if it were not for that moment. The Iconoclasts would have, but it emboldened them. But you could see it among the normal ponies... something changed after that. The ponies were... worried. It was easy to explain away. We had new heroines, after all, and that reassured us in the moment. But you could tell that something had cracked in the way we saw Princess Celestia, or well, how we saw ponies in general. And that crack came back, years later."
Okay,
The scene in the boat in the whaling station on Mended Horn will be moved back to the end of combat, with the helmet removed from the red griffin, the white griffin withdrawn from combat in the cockpit, the yellow griffin still standing but afraid, the black griffin laying down on the floor with Brie "in intimate proximity," and all of the player characters reeling from the magical grenade the zebra tossed in.
The scene in the boat in the whaling station on Mended Horn will be moved back to the end of combat, with the helmet removed from the red griffin, the white griffin withdrawn from combat in the cockpit, the yellow griffin still standing but afraid, the black griffin laying down on the floor with Brie "in intimate proximity," and all of the player characters reeling from the magical grenade the zebra tossed in.
>>181141
"I just had to get away for a few days, clear my head. it was an intense couple of days before i left. how are you holding up filipe?"
"I just had to get away for a few days, clear my head. it was an intense couple of days before i left. how are you holding up filipe?"
>>181146
"Oh, not a whole lot. We had a kid try to toss a bomb at us. That was yesterday's highlight. Of course it didn't detonate, he damaged that when he tossed it. Picking it up was sure fun. It's being examined now, I believe, to see if they can learn who made it." Pausing, and looking into Dark Star's eyes.
"But yeah, I understand."
"Oh, not a whole lot. We had a kid try to toss a bomb at us. That was yesterday's highlight. Of course it didn't detonate, he damaged that when he tossed it. Picking it up was sure fun. It's being examined now, I believe, to see if they can learn who made it." Pausing, and looking into Dark Star's eyes.
"But yeah, I understand."
Brie had just nonlethal bonked the gay Griffon, but had released it with a ready action to disarm iy again if it showed hostile intent
>>181144
Vir clench her teeth together and glares at some plants.
"I hate it. It's like as if in one of those stories mother would read for us, the heroine loses her first fight with the villain and instead of rooting for her to get back up and win, we start rooting for somepony else in the story, maybe heckle them, or even start rooting for the bad guy."
She lightly kicks away some dirt from the ground with the hoof she previously held together with Heather's.
Vir clench her teeth together and glares at some plants.
"I hate it. It's like as if in one of those stories mother would read for us, the heroine loses her first fight with the villain and instead of rooting for her to get back up and win, we start rooting for somepony else in the story, maybe heckle them, or even start rooting for the bad guy."
She lightly kicks away some dirt from the ground with the hoof she previously held together with Heather's.
>>181144
I like that idea that ponies, just like us started to see Celestia less like this god figure and more like something else after her string of failures or... Yeah.
I like that idea that ponies, just like us started to see Celestia less like this god figure and more like something else after her string of failures or... Yeah.
>>181155
> just like us started to see Celestia
Not, really like us. I didn't really consider it. But I remember DWK talking about it one of his videos, where he called Celestia Equestria's mom.
> just like us started to see Celestia
Not, really like us. I didn't really consider it. But I remember DWK talking about it one of his videos, where he called Celestia Equestria's mom.
>>181156
They did
>>181153
"Oh no, people didn't root for Chrysalis. Heheh" She drops the laugh almost immediately, realizing it is not funny.
"Well, it's not really that. I don't think, anyways. It was, well, Celestia is an idea, more than, well, a mare. She needs to be solid, stable, and strong, to be that idea. But, yes, I do understand, and it is frustrating. We needed to stick by our princess, and many did, but, many didn't."
>>181157
"No, this was a pony."
They did
>>181153
"Oh no, people didn't root for Chrysalis. Heheh" She drops the laugh almost immediately, realizing it is not funny.
"Well, it's not really that. I don't think, anyways. It was, well, Celestia is an idea, more than, well, a mare. She needs to be solid, stable, and strong, to be that idea. But, yes, I do understand, and it is frustrating. We needed to stick by our princess, and many did, but, many didn't."
>>181157
"No, this was a pony."
>>181158
"Hmmm well i suppose a zebra couldn't make an actual bomb, what was his story? Is he a Communist?"
"Hmmm well i suppose a zebra couldn't make an actual bomb, what was his story? Is he a Communist?"
>>181159
We didn't find out. He ran off long before we were able to stop him. The fact that the bomb didn't even go off meant that not as many guards knew something was off. He was wearing a brown leather trench coat and had a black fedora. We didn't see his mane, and his coat was grey-brown. I would assume he was an anarchist, as they are the most fond of bomb tossing. And if it were an ELF bomb, it would have detonated."
We didn't find out. He ran off long before we were able to stop him. The fact that the bomb didn't even go off meant that not as many guards knew something was off. He was wearing a brown leather trench coat and had a black fedora. We didn't see his mane, and his coat was grey-brown. I would assume he was an anarchist, as they are the most fond of bomb tossing. And if it were an ELF bomb, it would have detonated."
>>181145
Zeeb had also just healed Silver, the party realized that Posey tanked a couple stabs to the heart and lived, and Kira is "ooooooo"ing and "ahhhhhhh"ing at both Posey's resiliency and Dust's healing magic.
Anyways, with the crown/tiara safely taken care of, Silver turns to Cavaliere to ask him to translate so the party can talk with the red griffon. I don't know if Garv's player is online.
Zeeb had also just healed Silver, the party realized that Posey tanked a couple stabs to the heart and lived, and Kira is "ooooooo"ing and "ahhhhhhh"ing at both Posey's resiliency and Dust's healing magic.
Anyways, with the crown/tiara safely taken care of, Silver turns to Cavaliere to ask him to translate so the party can talk with the red griffon. I don't know if Garv's player is online.
>>181158
>They did
Did what? Sorry, I don't follow. ^^
---
Vir sucks on her underlip as she listens to Heather. At the end she has a face of vindicated frustration.
"Yes!" she says but then the glow in her face goes out. "But you're wrong. My sister was one of the ponies who began to root for the villains."
>They did
Did what? Sorry, I don't follow. ^^
---
Vir sucks on her underlip as she listens to Heather. At the end she has a face of vindicated frustration.
"Yes!" she says but then the glow in her face goes out. "But you're wrong. My sister was one of the ponies who began to root for the villains."
>>181145
Posey professionally wraps the tiara in cloth, and stashes it in her satchel.
"Well, that was an experience..." she says as the fight concludes
She makes a finger-like construct with her magic and snaps it in front of the red bird.
"~Hello! Are you still with us? Any brains left in there, birdie?"
Posey professionally wraps the tiara in cloth, and stashes it in her satchel.
"Well, that was an experience..." she says as the fight concludes
She makes a finger-like construct with her magic and snaps it in front of the red bird.
"~Hello! Are you still with us? Any brains left in there, birdie?"
>>181167
She sighs before she meets Heather's gaze.
"She decided that she was gonna join the Blackhooves."
She sighs before she meets Heather's gaze.
"She decided that she was gonna join the Blackhooves."
>>181167
Silver trots over, and gives Mala some pets. Assuming Cavaliere would be willing to translate for the party, he asks the red griffon, "What is last thing you remember? Can you tell me your name?"
Kira, meanwhile, has picked up the red griffon's harpoon and is examining it. She pokes one of the harpoon's barbs with a hoof before reeling it back in with a quiet "ow!" and putting her hoof in her mouth.
Silver trots over, and gives Mala some pets. Assuming Cavaliere would be willing to translate for the party, he asks the red griffon, "What is last thing you remember? Can you tell me your name?"
Kira, meanwhile, has picked up the red griffon's harpoon and is examining it. She pokes one of the harpoon's barbs with a hoof before reeling it back in with a quiet "ow!" and putting her hoof in her mouth.
>>181160
“Interesting, If i hear anything about it, I’ll tell sea breeze. Sounds like a serious issue. We can’t them throwing weapons at our guys.”
He considers the appearance and thinks if he had ever seen anypony like that
“Interesting, If i hear anything about it, I’ll tell sea breeze. Sounds like a serious issue. We can’t them throwing weapons at our guys.”
He considers the appearance and thinks if he had ever seen anypony like that
>>181171
He doesn't think so, but it's hard to say. He's seen quite a few ponies in the last few weeks. Quite a few ponies he wouldn't trust.
"Yes sir."
Filipe nods with a small smile, and Dark Star is let through into the building.
He doesn't think so, but it's hard to say. He's seen quite a few ponies in the last few weeks. Quite a few ponies he wouldn't trust.
"Yes sir."
Filipe nods with a small smile, and Dark Star is let through into the building.
>>181174
The little white unicorn mare with the blue eyes, the pink mane that tied up in a ponytail, and the manehattan accent recognizes Dark Star, and sends him on back.
Sea Breeze sits in his chair, and moves his eyes up towards Dark Star
"Hello. You've come to me?"
>>181175
Goodnight
>>181173
gasp
Kira doesn't know!
[Read more] The little white unicorn mare with the blue eyes, the pink mane that tied up in a ponytail, and the manehattan accent recognizes Dark Star, and sends him on back.
Sea Breeze sits in his chair, and moves his eyes up towards Dark Star
"Hello. You've come to me?"
>>181175
Goodnight
>>181173
gasp
Kira doesn't know!
>>181177
“Yea I’ve been out of the loop for awhile, after the incident at the diner, is everything okay with That, sir?”
“Yea I’ve been out of the loop for awhile, after the incident at the diner, is everything okay with That, sir?”
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>>181167
Since cavalier isn't here to translate ATM, Posey retreats to a corner to fawn over the tiara and examine it beneath the cover of her cloak, without putting it on.
Making checks
Arcana
[1d20+11 = (19+11) = 30]
Religion
[1d20+11 = (8+11) = 19]
History
[1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
Since cavalier isn't here to translate ATM, Posey retreats to a corner to fawn over the tiara and examine it beneath the cover of her cloak, without putting it on.
Making checks
Arcana
[1d20+11 = (19+11) = 30]
Religion
[1d20+11 = (8+11) = 19]
History
[1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
>>181178
He sighs
"You know what you did, right? You went into a restaurant where customers were being served, and killed six creatures. They were violating the firearms restriction law, to be sure, but you had no probable cause to know that. Six civilians, who were not charged with any crimes, and we are not the criminal police, anyways." He sighs.
"No, not much has come of that. We were able to convince the papers to call it a raid on illegal firearms traffickers. At first we were going to ban them from reporting on it at all. But that was never going to work. It's interesting when ponies die. The news was always going to get out somehow, so let it be on our terms. The Popular Front can't hide the fact that there were firearms there, and firearms are illegal under both the Occupational Authority and local law. Of course the Popular Front thinks that everypony should be armed, but the bottom line is that these were no ordinary civilians.
What you did disturbs a delicate balance - a delicate ecosystem created by the Social Democrats back during the Principality. A number of illegal activities had coalesced under a single organized group. The Social Democrats decided to negotiate with this one group, tolerating it, so long as its crimes remained mostly malum prohibitum rather than malum in se. This one organized criminal group, in tun, by keeping a strict monopoly on gambling, loan sharking, and exotic animal trafficking, likely kept these crimes at a lower level than if the city had to fend for itself. Certainly, the number of murders and kidnappings went down compared to before, and especially compared to Manehattan or Fillydelphia. We haven't had a Hearts and Hooves Day massacre here like happened in Bales, for example. Of course the gang in return gave services to the Unions and the Social Democrats, like disappearing ballots or threatening scabs.
What this means is that the Waterfront Gang had, more or less, abstained from our politics. As you've discovered, this isn't precisely true. At least some of their number have engaged in weapons trafficking, and this is intolerable. What they have not done is wholesale sided with the ELF or Popular Front, as the gangs have in Manehattan. But they only did that after the local government started on their crackdown."
He sighs, and then leans forward
"Dark Star, do you know what our goal is here? What the goal of the Blackhooves of Baltimare is? I want to hear from you first."
[Read more] He sighs
"You know what you did, right? You went into a restaurant where customers were being served, and killed six creatures. They were violating the firearms restriction law, to be sure, but you had no probable cause to know that. Six civilians, who were not charged with any crimes, and we are not the criminal police, anyways." He sighs.
"No, not much has come of that. We were able to convince the papers to call it a raid on illegal firearms traffickers. At first we were going to ban them from reporting on it at all. But that was never going to work. It's interesting when ponies die. The news was always going to get out somehow, so let it be on our terms. The Popular Front can't hide the fact that there were firearms there, and firearms are illegal under both the Occupational Authority and local law. Of course the Popular Front thinks that everypony should be armed, but the bottom line is that these were no ordinary civilians.
What you did disturbs a delicate balance - a delicate ecosystem created by the Social Democrats back during the Principality. A number of illegal activities had coalesced under a single organized group. The Social Democrats decided to negotiate with this one group, tolerating it, so long as its crimes remained mostly malum prohibitum rather than malum in se. This one organized criminal group, in tun, by keeping a strict monopoly on gambling, loan sharking, and exotic animal trafficking, likely kept these crimes at a lower level than if the city had to fend for itself. Certainly, the number of murders and kidnappings went down compared to before, and especially compared to Manehattan or Fillydelphia. We haven't had a Hearts and Hooves Day massacre here like happened in Bales, for example. Of course the gang in return gave services to the Unions and the Social Democrats, like disappearing ballots or threatening scabs.
What this means is that the Waterfront Gang had, more or less, abstained from our politics. As you've discovered, this isn't precisely true. At least some of their number have engaged in weapons trafficking, and this is intolerable. What they have not done is wholesale sided with the ELF or Popular Front, as the gangs have in Manehattan. But they only did that after the local government started on their crackdown."
He sighs, and then leans forward
"Dark Star, do you know what our goal is here? What the goal of the Blackhooves of Baltimare is? I want to hear from you first."
>>181179
If Posey wishes to study it, she must spend a decent amount of time sitting in the corner, doing just that.
The stories are honestly rather conflicting
Some say that there is - or rather, was - an entire civilization of sea creatures who took the form of sharks and other fish.
Some say that there is - or rather, was - an entire civilization of sea ponies whose existence is separate from the later Hippogriffs who, though magic means, would claim the title.
It isn't controversial that at least one of these existed, what is controversial is was it both, or was one confused for the other, and if so, which one? Were they actually in this form, or did they obtain it by magic, the same as the Hippogriffs? And then, the separate question of when it ceased to exist.
The stories of finding sea ponies in nets, of villages being wiped out in the dead of night after some transgression against the sea, or of remote tribal villages having pacts with creatures from the sea, are well known.
These particular kinds of tiaras, and other jewelry, are extraordinarily rare, being found only on accident by dredging, or especially, in the stomachs of dead leviathan whales.
Posey can understand that this particular piece was intended to be the head piece of a religious functionary - a priest, presumably the ritual priest. It has the symbols and signs of whatever culture made it, and the sea creature depicted is probably a fantastical representation of a more well-known creature, like a sea dragon. It is impossible to know how old it is.
It is made of a gold alloy, with either silver or palladium mixed in to a lesser degree, which gives the tiara a slightly white hue. It has many marks in it from something being pressed and rubbed against it - probably squid beaks.
It channels - neigh, it has accumulated - quite a lot of divine magic. Presumably it was designed to channel spirits or otherworldly magic to its user.
Oh, and one more important thing:
Don't put it on
The magic will surely overwhelm the wearer, like a discharge of static electricity.
[Read more] If Posey wishes to study it, she must spend a decent amount of time sitting in the corner, doing just that.
The stories are honestly rather conflicting
Some say that there is - or rather, was - an entire civilization of sea creatures who took the form of sharks and other fish.
Some say that there is - or rather, was - an entire civilization of sea ponies whose existence is separate from the later Hippogriffs who, though magic means, would claim the title.
It isn't controversial that at least one of these existed, what is controversial is was it both, or was one confused for the other, and if so, which one? Were they actually in this form, or did they obtain it by magic, the same as the Hippogriffs? And then, the separate question of when it ceased to exist.
The stories of finding sea ponies in nets, of villages being wiped out in the dead of night after some transgression against the sea, or of remote tribal villages having pacts with creatures from the sea, are well known.
These particular kinds of tiaras, and other jewelry, are extraordinarily rare, being found only on accident by dredging, or especially, in the stomachs of dead leviathan whales.
Posey can understand that this particular piece was intended to be the head piece of a religious functionary - a priest, presumably the ritual priest. It has the symbols and signs of whatever culture made it, and the sea creature depicted is probably a fantastical representation of a more well-known creature, like a sea dragon. It is impossible to know how old it is.
It is made of a gold alloy, with either silver or palladium mixed in to a lesser degree, which gives the tiara a slightly white hue. It has many marks in it from something being pressed and rubbed against it - probably squid beaks.
It channels - neigh, it has accumulated - quite a lot of divine magic. Presumably it was designed to channel spirits or otherworldly magic to its user.
Oh, and one more important thing:
Don't put it on
The magic will surely overwhelm the wearer, like a discharge of static electricity.
>>181189
Does she know anything about the function of the crown, or what it does to its wearer? Anything that could explain what happened just now?
Does she know anything about the function of the crown, or what it does to its wearer? Anything that could explain what happened just now?
I'm here now
My post from last thread still stands. >>180925 →
He adds, to interpret for Silver, "Wat is het laatste dat je je herinnert? Kun je me je naam vertellen?"
GM, concerning Amber, did Dark Denizen visit Amber at High Sewn's shop before the night of the heist? I asked in the OOC thread but you didn't get back to me.
My post from last thread still stands. >>180925 →
He adds, to interpret for Silver, "Wat is het laatste dat je je herinnert? Kun je me je naam vertellen?"
GM, concerning Amber, did Dark Denizen visit Amber at High Sewn's shop before the night of the heist? I asked in the OOC thread but you didn't get back to me.
>>181190
Near any malign energy could send its magic through the crown. Demonic possession, a pissed off god, somepony's errant mind control spell - take your pick.
Of course the crown is designed to channel the divine favor of the favored god, but it appears to have been hijacked in this instance.
Posey can feel that the threat has not ended.
>>181191
I didn't see it
No, it was a different pony. You're thinking of the pink unicorn who came by, stole a shirt, and refused to elaborate.
Near any malign energy could send its magic through the crown. Demonic possession, a pissed off god, somepony's errant mind control spell - take your pick.
Of course the crown is designed to channel the divine favor of the favored god, but it appears to have been hijacked in this instance.
Posey can feel that the threat has not ended.
>>181191
I didn't see it
No, it was a different pony. You're thinking of the pink unicorn who came by, stole a shirt, and refused to elaborate.
>>181185
He shrugs as he explains exactly what was done, then his ears perk up as he says nothing has come of it. nods along as sea breeze talks about the legality of fire arms.
"To maintain order is the goal, is it not? so nothing happens here that will have to be dealt with by the black hooves at a later date, as they have political tensions going on over there."
He shrugs as he explains exactly what was done, then his ears perk up as he says nothing has come of it. nods along as sea breeze talks about the legality of fire arms.
"To maintain order is the goal, is it not? so nothing happens here that will have to be dealt with by the black hooves at a later date, as they have political tensions going on over there."
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