/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

I can't stay up late tonight.

>>185290
"Мы попытались убежать в северную бухту, взбежав вверх по холму, но нас настигли петрушки и эти... пожитки. Мы были прижаты к земле." - "We tried to escape to the northern bay by running up the hill, but we were caught by the Petrushkas and these... things. We were pinned down."

>>185299
I have one more combat encounter planned, but this is basically a crossroads, where the party is going to have to decide where they are going to go

>>185289
The stallion pulls up Vir's coat, and searches her pockets, under the coat, and generally all along Vir. it's a little invasive, but doesn't last very long.

"Alright. You can go inside."

>>185303
Silver looks around at the gathered, injured ponies. "Где комиссар?"

>>185304
They find in the inner pocket a photography of the full personal of Sunny Day and the foals standing besides Princess Celestia. That photo was mentioned back years ago. The filly trio is in the photo before mother Justiney. If this matters to them is up to you, if this is creating unnecessary problems we can just say she left it at the church.

If nothing happens from that, she nods, say her thanks, and enters.

>>185307
The stallion removes the photograph and inspects it, examining it closely. He does not, however, comment on it. So long as Vir doesn't have explosives or a firearm on her, he lets her through.

"Straight down the hall. On your right."

>>185305
"С кем вы?"

>>185305
"Did you ask them about the ship? That we are pirates? What are you saying?" Posey whispers, not knowing what is being said

>>185319
Silver holds up a hoof to Posey, hopefully to communicate to just let him do his thing.

>>185317
Silver frowns slightly, as his question hasn't been answered. "Где Черный Каблук?"

>>185317
Vir nods and follows his instructions; she proceeds to walk down that path. As she does this she calms herself thinking that, while she still had the same mane and fur color, it's still quite hard to piece together that she was one of the fillies in the photo since she's not a foal anymore. She also thinks that Princess Celestia probably drew most of his attention. No, she doesn't do that. It's way to complex for her. She just shakes her head and thinks that they would have learnt sooner or later anyway.

>>185328
It's completely fine if this guard figures that out by the way. I was just... Idk.

I have 2 undrank energy drinks, I can wait ^,_,^

"So, we could go towards the ship, and charitably risk our lives to save the communists from the Traveller, or we could go find our marines and go home to be paid, and maybe make a recommendation that the army deal with any emergent threats from the Far Realm..." She puts a magic finger to her chin
"Do you think Captain Waters would reward us for such charity? Fighting unknowable Eldritch horrors was not in the job description. I am a working mother; I cannot be risking myself for no good reason."

>>185341
Brie adds:
"And then once rested, we could better assault whatever it is, with an airship. And hopefully a squadron of marines*, but I suspect theyve been mind controlled specifically for their skills."

He continues, cuz finally I have a reason to contribute/filibuster:
"Our mission is literally to ascertain/disable the airship. Im more in favor of repairing and using the airship especially for our extraction/departure, but regardless, either disabling the airship or taking it away from the traveler seems the best course of action no matter how you slice it, especially if it can grant us a reprieve."

He finishes, crossing his forehooves in a quasi-aggressive stance that SUGGESTS he is MORE interested atm in getting his goddamn nat 20 search results! Reeeee! ahead of this traveler

>>185317
Ohai
>>185341
>>185342
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>>185344

>>185328
>>185329
When Vir enters the first floor, she sees an open lobby with a pair of marble counters. In the lobby are a few ponies walking by. A pair of ponies come down a set of stairs with dark red wooden railings that are on the right side of the lobby, and in the corner, a minotaur in Tan stands with a submachine gun in strap hanging over his shoulder.

Past the two counters, on the right, under an upper floor balcony, is a hallway that goes back.

Not very far past that and on the right, is a wooden framed door with translucent glass panels under a sign that says "investigations."

Opening this, and through the door, is a small grey unicorn mare with a pink mane that is sitting oddly high in an almost kind of crouch in a chair behind a wooden counter.

"Hello." She says

>>185360
"Hello," Vir says and nods.

Her casual smile has returned as her nerves has settled somewhat by now.

"My name is Virgin Flame. I'm looking for something and someone. I believe you can help me with this."

>>185371
She leans over onto the counter, probably putting quite a bit of her weight on her front knees.

“What is it you need?” She asks

>>185372
Vir drags a hoof through her mane and removes her hoodie at the same time.

"Firstly, I'm searching for a statue of Princess Celestia that was beeheaded. It belongs to a Church nearby the Delamare river and I found the head on the bottom. Now, I'm looking for the body. It was probably anarchists that took the statue in the first place. You know anything?" Vir asks.

Yo yo. Vir's in da house. Whatcha' got? Whatcha' got?

>>185459
A boop for a cute pony?

>>185460
Yes, please. *Vir moves her head towards your hand. *

>>185465
*Vir's face lights up like Rudolf's red nose. Then she hides behind her hooves as steam drifts off her face. She tries to speak but it only comes out as,* "Waaaaah."

>>185460
No. Snootendoodle is not to be violated.

>>185463
You whore

>>185420
"Oh. Anarchists. Let me see." She moves over to the right, evidently by pressing against the desk and rolling the chair, and she finds a little box with a set of paper cards that she peers through with her magic.

"Anarchists, yes. We'll have a file on this. Do you know about when this was, or where? Which church was it?"

It was Saint Christopher, by the way.

[1d20 = 4]

>>185473
>No. Snootendoodle is not to be violated.
^^
>You whore
:'C I didn't mean to. I just couldn't resist... You don't know what these humans can do to mare.

Vir sucks on her underlips for a moment while looking cross-eyed. She release it with a smack the sound of pop bubblegum.

"Not when. I can find out for the future. I think the church was called S-s, hmm. Sa-aaaaa. Ah! Santa Crust-Offer church," Vir says.

>>185475
"Okay...." She looks down. "Okay. Here we go. I think we do have a report on an attack on Saint Christopher during the revolt by Anarchists. The police are the ones who handled it, but they were required to report to us."

>>185473
Wow, r00d. All mares are QUEENS

>>185480
Vir claps her hooves together in genuine happiness.

"Niiice," Vir says as she leans forward. "They beheaded it. I found the head at the bottom of the river but I'm looking for the body."

She leans back again and waves a hoof in front of her dismissively.

"But anything you have could be helpful. Who the anarchist were and such, you know clues for stallions who smoke pipe." Vir sucks off a pantomime pipe in the air.

>>185481
>Wow, r00d. All mares are QUEENS
^^
Can confirm. I would simp for mares.

Are there any checks Posey can make related to this situation? She doesn't speak the language, so IDK what she can do.
If there are any checks you want to make with her, you guys have my sheet. Go ahead and keep playing if I don't respond.

>>185489
She pulls out a card, stares at it, and then looks back up to Vir.

"Yes... Um... We only have a couple notes on it. You see, it was handled by the Baltimare police, but uh, well it has notes showing it was attached to other cases of interest. Were you here during the revolt? Well if you weren't, there was a general uprising with the Anarchists kind of spearheading it. So, well, we have a lot of cases on ponies of interest. Uh, what information do you need? Would you like to speak with an investigator?"

>>185516
Vir nods incouragingly.

"I don't know what information I need," she says and shakes head. "I'm not... Uh, great at figuring things out so, yes, please. If there's an investigator to spare and he can just point me in the right direction, I'd be grateful."

>>185520
"Yes, Anarchists, Saint Christoper Neighborhood. That would be Moonlit Meadow. I believe she's here. Just down that little hall, she's the first door on the left. The right I mean. Your right, my left.

>>185551
>The right I mean. Your right, my left.
"Hehe, I get ya'," Vir says but then realizes she laughed along with a blackhoof.

She shakes her head.

She did help me, she thinks.

"Thanks for the help." She give the mare a solemn look. "You were great."

She bows before she walks off towards the door.

>>185558
This is what I started on yesterday. It doesn't even contain the most important part of the scene, but I'll add more later

The mare smiles back awkwardly.

And now, the door on the right? Is this the right right? Yes. It's the right right. The right on her left, and Vir's right. Anyways...

The door is wooden framed and has a single panel of translucent glass in the top. Sort of like the one that Vir went through to get into this section, except that one had two panels of glass, whereas this is a single panel on the upper half.

Knocking, and then opening the door If you think it's more in character for Vir to wait until she gets explicit permission to open the door before opening it, then this is so, she looks in to see a book shelf on the left, a big set of files in boxes on the back wall, no windows, and a file cabinet on the right.

Do the survivors say where the boat is?

>>185566
Can you please not?

>>185565
>And now, the door on the right? Is this the right right? Yes. It's the right right. The right on her left, and Vir's right. Anyways...
^^
>The mare smiles back awkwardly.
^^
>If you think it's more in character for Vir to wait until she gets explicit permission to open the door before opening it, then this is so
Ah, ty fren. No, this is fine. She did knock after all. Once you knock, you're allowed in. It's just common courtesy.

Vir walks into the center of the room. She looks from side to side.

"Hello?" she calls out.

>>185565
>It doesn't even contain the most important part of the scene, but I'll add more later
Ah, sorry. You can ignore what I wrote.

>>185566
>You must speak the person’s language to communicate your commands, or else be good at pantomiming.
I would like to roll perform to command any charmed survivors to tell us where the ship is, using the universal language of dance.
(It's the same mod as the opposed charisma check needed to give any other kind of order)
[1d20+6 = (19+6) = 25]
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Df6-P3_ejBY&t=10s&pp=2AEKkAIB

>>185572
Posey finishes her dance number, tossing her mane majestically
"Phew, I still have it. I was worried I would just embarrass myself there. I have not danced like that since my entry to magic school."
She looks over her shoulder
"I still do not know if they understood me though..."

Dust takes a few sampling bites of the grass at his hooves. Surely even half dead it's softer than some of the grasses of the savannahs.

>>185623
>bites of the grass at his hooves
More like weed lmao! ^^

>>185623
It has to at least be sustainable for most of the year, if sheep like Mary were able to live for years since the village was abandoned.

Vir keeps her backlegs squeezed tightly shut as she dances on the spot.

I've been here for days and I'm desperate for a leak. Please, GM, where are you? Did he tell the truth about the Jews under oath?

;^P

>>185592
Hehe, I like this cute image of twi in crocs.

>>185669
Ah, I see.

>Thinking irl commitments is an excuse to skip out on pony
I'm shaking my head. ^^

Why aren't white supremacists more revolutionary? Yeah, we see all the rallies, and that's great, but the Right has become divided AGAIN! I mean was the Unite The Right rally all for nothing?! We had something going back then but now look at us we have become more than ducks for orange man! and I'm on this message board as often as all of you, but I think it's time that we as a White Race get up off our asses, form a larger organized military organization, to overthrow the lesser that bleed us dry and kill our Western culture!

>>185672
Wrong thread, Fed. This is the thread where a bunch of colorful cartoon characters ruthlessly hunt down demons for fun and profit. You're looking for the /mlpol/ board just over yonder.

>>185673
OOP.. O_o sorry y'all. imma just repost in there lol.

stretches like a cat
pops every joint
bends hindleg behind head
"This chilled weather is doing wonders for my cold yoga routine."

>>185671
Although, I believe that you know I'm obviously kidding, I'd just like to say that I have had a lot of fun participating in this game. And also that you shouldn't feel pressured at all. I more than get it, whatever it is. Take your time, GM. c:

Hi

>>185688
Hello, fren

>>185688
You were gone so long you became a legend. Hello!

>>185688
*Boop*

For Silver:

Silver can see that the pony is hesitant to answer, opening his mouth but not speaking.

>>185696
Sense Motive: Can Silver tell why, reading the pony's face for details?

[1d20+3 = (13+3) = 16]

>>185696
>>185572
Has Posey's superb dancing rendered him speechless?
Sense Motive
[1d20+1 = (12+1) = 13]

The thick layer of mist that has for so long obscured all vision past a short distance begins to clear, as a breeze from the southern ocean - cool by Baltimare standards yet clearly warmed by the unfrozen sea - makes its way along the ridge line, and pushes the fog along and north. Should they look, the party would see much of the island that was obscured before.

>>185325
Brie rises to see a small string of what were presumably houses running along a never-paved central road. beyond these three houses, and on the other side, are another two, then a much larger stone structure with a kind of " + " shape, with firm stone walls but no roof, and then another couple rectangular houses beyond this. There are besides these and to either side the low stone walls of what were likely even more houses, a dozen of them, which have long since degraded even more than the few by the central path. Though some have stones within or besides their walls, many more stones are simply missing, presumably spoliated long ago. Everywhere, dull green grass grows on what were long ago floors, indistinct from the surrounding ground. Next to these, and everywhere, are the last structures with any kind of roof - small stone huts maybe eight feet in diameter if even that, with a single open door, and a kind of conical shape. Grass grows on the roofs of more than one of these. Further away is a wide, low stone wall that may suggest the remnants of what was once a town hall, but unless the remaining stones have been carried away, a corral for sheep is more likely.

Brie sights two objects of interest. Face down, just beyond a low wall of stone that was likely once the seven foot high western wall of a family home, lies a green, pegasus pony corpse. It's blue uniform is torn and stained red. Second, inside of that larger, plus shaped structure, Brie sees a pony leaning back against the wall. It's almost not visible from the air, but Brie sees a patch of white fur

>>185700
Brie will return to the ground and dismissively and not in character describe that the buildings all appear abandoned and in disarray leading in with... "I did happen to notice a corpse that we didn't cause, as well as an additional survivor, in that building over there."
Brie says, addressing everyone.

>>185701
With this post, all characters have the same info. "While we are in a hurry, we need as much info as possible."
If anyone is said to.go and investigate either/both the corpse and the survivor, Brie will accompany, but he will wait to.gauge receptivity before going solo. Buddy system

>>185702
Cavaliere is willing to help aid the survivor and investigate the body.

>>185703
*Nods*
I'm sure it wont be just us, and nothing happens until GM posts.

>>185568
There in the center of the room, or just pushed back from the center, is a wooden desk. It's a relatively simple design - no fancy mahoghany here - and in front of it are two equally simple chairs with green fabric covering them. But behind the desk is a pony, a mare with a grey-purple, more or less lilac colored thin coat, and a deep, royal blue mane. But what is disturbing about this creature is its wings, which are not close to the body but haphazardly extend, and in the case of the right wing, even extends over the table. The wings are not covered in feathers, but are instead webbed with visible bony fingers between, and covered in a kind of purple velvet. She likewise has those tall, tufted ears that twitch when Vir enters the room. Vir has heard of these things before, even if she has not likely seen one this close - the dreaded bat ponies whom Celestia, in her sole unwise act, extended her mercy and allowed to live.

The mare is crouched over the desk, carefully examining some kind of photograph, which itself is over top of several papers. A stack of files is on each edge of the desk, and Vir may have a subconscious fear that the bat creature thing will knock it off with her wing. What is perhaps most strange is that the creature does not look up when it clearly must have noticed Vir entered the room, but instead continues looking at the photograph.

>>185668
ur silly

>>185700
>blue uniform
Is that one of our marines?

>>185324
The royal purple stallion looks up towards Silver with his own grey eyes, which slowly shake in place. He pulls his lips back, showing off somewhat yellowed teeth.

"Кто хотел бы знать?"

>>185572
Just.... what?

Like I can completely believe that Posey can communicate very basic ideas to the sailors non-verbally, like standing over them in a threatening manner, or half lidding her eyes, turning her butt to them, and raising her tail. And there's probably quite a few other things that could be communicated. But communicating "where is a ship?" Through dance? Just... what? I'm confused.

>>185701
>>185702
>>185703
Going inside of the old stone structure, which must have been a church in some long-passed era, holes in the wall that once allowed for windows remain, even as one of the window holes has collapsed in on itself.

There, next to one wall, is a white unicorn stallion with a yellow mane in a white coat with a foil hat next to it, a revolver near it, and a black brief case. Judging from blood from the unicorn's head, it appears dead.

>>185706
No. Sailor's uniform.

>>185707
>Just... what?
I low-key meant that as a shitpost, but I also rolled a 25, so maybe it's helpful to whatever Silver is doing, somehow...?
If she can't do anything useful, Posey will just go have fun with the corpses.

>>185707
>which must have been a church in some long-passed era
We should search this. There might be some holy implements or magic items left over, like a healing belt, reliquary holy symbol, or a wand, that went unnoticed by those who cleared it out.

>>185708
>Posey will just go have fun with the corpses
What.

>>185324
The mulberry stallion, meanwhile, rocks back and forth, looking either towards the ground or past it

>>185710
She will go examine the area where the corpses were spotted, with Cavalier and Brie.
That being, if she's not helpful to Silver's the interrogation.

>>185707
Cavaliere checks the unicorn's pulse just to be sure.

>>185707
>>185711
Silver: "Меня зовут Серебряный Меч." He looks at the royal purple stallion, meeting his grey eyes with his own blue ones. He smiles. "Нам нужно быть честными друг с другом, если мы собираемся выжить. Я расскажу вам о себе и моих товарищах, если вы будете честны в этой ситуации, хорошо?"

Actually, now that he thinks about it, could the officer they captured be the Commissar? At least, I think he was among those captured.

I also feel like Kira has been a bit lacking in action recently. She scouts around, making sure the area is safe. It also means she's not around to spook the already-traumatized soldiers any further.

Survival: [1d20+11 = (18+11) = 29]
Spot: [1d20+8 = (4+8) = 12]
Listen: [1d20+8 = (1+8) = 9]
Search: [1d20+5 = (1+5) = 6]

>>185714
>29 Survival
That should be enough to find Mary

Dust finishes his snack as he looks around. He's done what he can to stabilize the dying, and is waiting for the party to make some decisions on what will be next.

>>185707
Examine da briefcase (sorry, xmas dinner prep)

>>185712
The Pegasus stallion lying out in the open came from the right, which is to say from the direction of the southeastern bay.

>>185713
Cavaliere can tell that the unicorn is most definitely dead

>>185714
Kira finds a little hole, and inside of it is a small white rodent creature with a long, bushy tail. This is the first instance of wildlife Kira has seen on the island. Remarkably, it is not afraid of Kira.

>>185714
As if unsure, the stallion replies "Да, хорошо"

>>185717
Opening it up, inside are several printed notes, a handwritten note, two vials of what are presumably positions, a medical kit, and medical equipment including scalpels. There are also a couple photographs.

>>185697
Silver can tell that there is a trust issue involved

>>185718
"He looks to have been a doctor, and after secluding himself he must have committed suicide. We might need Silver to read these notes," he says to Brie.

Are any of the notes in Ponish? Regardless, Cavaliere peers at the photographs.

>>185716
Let's check out the abandoned church.
>>185707
>Going inside of the old stone structure, which must have been a church in some long-passed era, holes in the wall that once allowed for windows remain, even as one of the window holes has collapsed in on itself.
>There, next to one wall, is a white unicorn stallion with a yellow mane in a white coat with a foil hat next to it, a revolver near it, and a black brief case. Judging from blood from the unicorn's head, it appears dead.
Does the church have an altar?
Is the unicorn handsome?
Let's check out that briefcase

Posey goes towards a church
"A desecrated church... What a romantic setting. A place of faith where followers once prayed for protection and prosperity, before they abandoned it with the rest of the village when their faith ran out. Even though the church has died, and the followers have left, the structure itself remains, still strong, still beautiful." she says, eyeing the remaining window
She looks down at the stallion
"A communist, so certain in his secular ways, likely never before considered coming to such a place for protection. Fate brought him here anyway though, for in the face of supernatural evil and otherworldly dread, he still sought refuge in the long-dead structure of the church, and faith became his fortress anyway. How romantically ironic." she says, with a calm, subtle smile
She uses her magic to raise the unicorn's chin, to get a better look at his face

Does the church have an altar?
>>185718
>The Pegasus stallion lying out in the open came from the right, which is to say from the direction of the southeastern bay
Is he handsome?

>>185718
>>185719
Silver: "Хорошо. Итак, мы на самом деле не члены Красной Армии. Вы могли заметить это по расовому разнообразию состава нашей партии." Silver motions to whoever else of the party is present, which seems to likely be only Dust. "Мы, как вы бы сказали, э-э..." Silver hems and haws for a couple seconds. "Думаю, наиболее правильным термином будет «пираты». Мы услышали ваш зов о помощи и столкнулись с некоторыми из ваших одержимых товарищей, а также с некоторыми из тех демонов, которых призвал Странник."

Kira, meanwhile, lets out a "D'awwwwwww" upon seeing the cute little critter. "Hi there little guy/girl! It's great to see you! Are you keeping safe? There's a lot of evil things roaming about the island."

>>185718
>>185720
>doctor
"Let us see if this respected practitioner still has anything useful on him, like a healing belt, a wand or any potion flasks. He will not be needing them anymore."
Posey, with professional respect, carefully frisks and loots the deceased stallion

>>185709
Also, good idea
>>185718
>positions
uwu'
I assume you mean poisons? I could roll a check to attempt to identify (hoping its not so high that the only way to check is to... taste)

>>185723
Sorry, I missed the post with the contents of the briefcase, nevermind.

Posey instead checks behind the altar of the church, for the secret compartment with the rare magic item that all abandoned church dungeons have.

Yes. Some are in Ponish. Specifically, the hoof-written notes.

"When I got on in Sirius, all of the crew was kept in quarters, and none were allowed exit. Quarantine, I was told. Some ancient virus may have been dug up in the frozen north, and though my superiors did not believe it, they could not rule it out. Subject one was listless, rocking back and forth, and complained of strange noises. We explained to him that these noises were real, but were produced by the ship. As if an experienced sailor would not know that... Whatever is happening must cause hypersensitivity to noise.

No subject tested had a fever, save for one who most likely was already infected with a cold.

Blood samples come back negative for increased white blood cell activity. There is no immune response whatsoever. That doesn't mean a virus can be ruled out."

Next note,
"I can hear it too. A constant drone and crackle. Whispers that are nonsensical, but hideously suggestive. So many sailors are desperate to leave and I understand why.

Test confirms contamination in the air. Hydrogen sulfide at low levels, but I am more concerned with what we do not have positive tests for."

Next note:
"I've seen what they have down stairs, and I have seen photos of the village. We were told it was a cult ritual. near eighty ponies drowned in a ditch. Ha! You can't have liquid water at those temperatures. Not at that time of year. The ponies were all lined up and shot, either by their own government, or by another. I'm trusting these Stalliongraders less by the day. I would have done better to have stayed in Whitebell."

Next note:
"I fell asleep for two minutes. By Celestia do I regret it. Patient Pipette and I have holed up in the forward compartment. He has realized the tin foil delays the insanity. I dare not sleep, and I know that I too, will lose my mind if I cannot get off of this ship."

>>185721
>Altar
There is a stone that might be, but nothing pristine

>Handsome
There are dead with very visible injuries.

>>185722
"У нас есть разнообразие! У нас есть пони..." He then tenses up and scoots closer back towards the wall. "Пираты? Подождите, что?"

>>185724
No. Potions

>>185723
He has a passport, evidently equestrian, an ID card, some kind of license, a watch around his hood, paper currency, reading glasses, a pen, a laundry ticket, a folded photograph, a sewing kit, and a few bullets.

>>185722
Kira definitely would have eaten it when she was small. She still may. While it doesn't seem to fear her, it doesn't seem to want to come out either.

"tchtchtch"

>>185726
>potions
Awww. Btw meta, Im gonna structure Brie in an "Hey, look what I found, gang" sorta way and leave the scheming for against the bad guys, so nothing is being hidden or scandalous

>>185727
Anything interesting about the revolver?

>>185726
>There is a stone that might be, but nothing pristine
Posey checks behind the altar for the compartment that the cleric who oversaw this church kept their secret magic items and other holy implements in.
If the stone altar can be moved, she pushes it aside to look for a secret place underneath.
>He has a passport, evidently equestrian, an ID card, some kind of license, a watch around his hood, paper currency, reading glasses, a pen, a laundry ticket, a folded photograph, a sewing kit, and a few bullets.
What was his name?

>>185726
Silver: "Это просто наиболее близкий термин, который я могу придумать: мы здесь не для того, чтобы требовать за вас выкуп или делать то, что на самом деле делают пираты." He holds out a hoof towards the purple pony as a gesture. "Что действительно важно, так это то, что мы убьем этого Путешественника, прежде чем он покинет этот остров и попытается сделать то же, что он сделал с вашими друзьями, со всем миром."

>>185727
Oh definitely, but this creature is lucky that Kira has outgrown little prey and is currently still full from yesterday.

Wild Empathy: "What is it, little guy? Is there danger nearby?"

[1d20+9 = (11+9) = 20]

>>185729
Not especially. It seems to be a Stalliongradian design

>>185730
His name was Evening Damp, evidently an Equestrian national.

Posey can't find anything immediately suggestive of a hidden compartment.

>>185732
Brie will take it anyway. With the serial numbers filed off, it can still fetch a price.

>>185730
I assume Posey is more qualified to identify the potions, if Brie can be said to offer the suggestion.

>>185732
"Huh, why would an Equestrian doctor be sailing with these stallions? I guess Stalliongrad had to import foreign expertise after chasing away most of their elite class.... I wonder how their Necrology department pays.." she ponders
"I wonder if Captain Waters would reward us for repatriating his body? I guess we could take him with us."
>Posey can't find anything immediately suggestive of a hidden compartment
I guess I'll roll search
[1d20+5 = (13+5) = 18]