In the far-off, northern island of Mended Horn, the party there has learned that they face an enemy they have dubbed "The Traveller." They have decided to go to an old, abandoned village there in hopes of rescuing some communist sailors.
In Baltimare, Dark Star tries to get things in order, while Virgin Flame looks for her old friend.
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>>186560
>Kek Dark star is looking forward to meeting virgin flame
I'm glad you take it in strides. I was a bit worried that you felt uncomfortable with my constant string of rp-sexual harassment.
I know shouldn't...
>Kek Dark star is looking forward to meeting virgin flame
I'm glad you take it in strides. I was a bit worried that you felt uncomfortable with my constant string of rp-sexual harassment.
I know shouldn't...
Posey groans
"Oh fine, let us go find the marines together. I will fight the Traveller's thralls with my bucking sword."
>"Celestia forbid mares have hobbies"
She thinks to herself
"Oh fine, let us go find the marines together. I will fight the Traveller's thralls with my bucking sword."
>"Celestia forbid mares have hobbies"
She thinks to herself
>>186566
Well, Virgin herself is more retrained that I am. Her creator is a perv that she tries to distance herself from at family reunions.
Well, Virgin herself is more retrained that I am. Her creator is a perv that she tries to distance herself from at family reunions.
>>186572
The thing with the bap was the GM teasing me with bat wings, so in my defense he was asking for it, practically begging. I puppeteer her for a short while there and she has yet to forgive me for it. It won't happen again. ^^
The thing with the bap was the GM teasing me with bat wings, so in my defense he was asking for it, practically begging. I puppeteer her for a short while there and she has yet to forgive me for it. It won't happen again. ^^
>>186572
Aside from cheeky banter, Brie is all business. Lacey is as well, but she's far more flirtatious/seductive/glamorous. 100% decent at all times, the only ponies who knows she wears white cotton panties are the adversaries she has fought, performing sort of acrobatic kick/stunt. And one bat in particular knows that in spite of her otherwise diplomatic/negotiator proclivity, she gets very aroused when she's fighting, not unlike Ms. Oonnatop from Goldeneye
Aside from cheeky banter, Brie is all business. Lacey is as well, but she's far more flirtatious/seductive/glamorous. 100% decent at all times, the only ponies who knows she wears white cotton panties are the adversaries she has fought, performing sort of acrobatic kick/stunt. And one bat in particular knows that in spite of her otherwise diplomatic/negotiator proclivity, she gets very aroused when she's fighting, not unlike Ms. Oonnatop from Goldeneye
Brie's mask perpetually hiding his expression, one can nonetheless tell by his tone of voice that Brie is quite resolved to finish the business of the airship/marines so that they can get to the personal matter of the Traveler, unnerved though he is by the idea of what it even is.
"Let us make haste then," he lands. "Ms. Kubana, you're lovely at struggle snuggling, but how are you at stealth?"
"Let us make haste then," he lands. "Ms. Kubana, you're lovely at struggle snuggling, but how are you at stealth?"
>>186583
Kira blushes at the bat's compliment. "Well, I'm not sure I'd call it 'struggle snuggling' per se, that's more like what Posey tried to do earlier...anyways, I've got quite the knack for being super stealthy! Slithering sneakily through the tall grass, or waiting silently in a tree's branches ready to pounce. Lately I've had to use my extra sneaky abilities to hide my tail when talking with ponies, you know, to keep them from freaking out."
Kira blushes at the bat's compliment. "Well, I'm not sure I'd call it 'struggle snuggling' per se, that's more like what Posey tried to do earlier...anyways, I've got quite the knack for being super stealthy! Slithering sneakily through the tall grass, or waiting silently in a tree's branches ready to pounce. Lately I've had to use my extra sneaky abilities to hide my tail when talking with ponies, you know, to keep them from freaking out."
>>186585
Brie thinks for a moment. If you arent asking permission/consent, what do you call it other than struggle-snuggling?
Its like the term 'molest' which literally and historically meant to "annoy", and it's only in the last 40 years that it was adopted to assume a connotation pf sexual transgression.
But Brie digressess, even in his interior monologues.
"Very well. If by your scent you can determine when we are nearing the marines, let out a whistle. I will attempt to shadow you until then. I prefer the overhead vantage, but our adversaries and the situation entirely has defied my expectations on several occasions, and I'm feeling far more inclined to err on the side of caution.
What Brie is suggesting is, when we're nearing a threat range, is a window-wiper pattern, where he sneaky sneaks back and forth anywhere 5rom 5-20 in front of Kira. Its not something I really care about, I'm just trying to draw engagement to the thread XD
Brie thinks for a moment. If you arent asking permission/consent, what do you call it other than struggle-snuggling?
Its like the term 'molest' which literally and historically meant to "annoy", and it's only in the last 40 years that it was adopted to assume a connotation pf sexual transgression.
But Brie digressess, even in his interior monologues.
"Very well. If by your scent you can determine when we are nearing the marines, let out a whistle. I will attempt to shadow you until then. I prefer the overhead vantage, but our adversaries and the situation entirely has defied my expectations on several occasions, and I'm feeling far more inclined to err on the side of caution.
What Brie is suggesting is, when we're nearing a threat range, is a window-wiper pattern, where he sneaky sneaks back and forth anywhere 5rom 5-20 in front of Kira. Its not something I really care about, I'm just trying to draw engagement to the thread XD
Sneak roll? [1d20+15 = (18+15) = 33]
>>186587
Kira smiles brightly at Brie. "Oh, that's easy! You can count on me, Brie! Isn't that right, Hazel?" Kira ends her statement by addressing the cute little field mouse who is accompanying her on her shoulder.
Kira smiles brightly at Brie. "Oh, that's easy! You can count on me, Brie! Isn't that right, Hazel?" Kira ends her statement by addressing the cute little field mouse who is accompanying her on her shoulder.
In front of, and to the left of the party, is a large hill, the hill that was in front of them when they first came to the island, in the southwest of the island, though surely a small string of hilly islands and sea stacks continues further south, the great "mended horn." Over a thousand feet tall, presumably, and covered in still-green grass with frequent patches of bare rocks, it extends upwards into a low level-cloud that has come in from the south, so that while where the party is, as well as much of the base of the hill is more or less clear, the summit of the hill is densely foggy.
Looking over, there is a small, irregular rut exposing clay and rock, which though still leaving a mark in the hillside, has since grown partly over. It runs around the edge of a smashed and shattered low-stone wall, ending in a small stone hut at the base of the hill which has collapsed on the side facing away from the party.
Past this and up the hill is the smell. The smell of pony that Kira smells caried on the southern, salty wind.
Looking over, there is a small, irregular rut exposing clay and rock, which though still leaving a mark in the hillside, has since grown partly over. It runs around the edge of a smashed and shattered low-stone wall, ending in a small stone hut at the base of the hill which has collapsed on the side facing away from the party.
Past this and up the hill is the smell. The smell of pony that Kira smells caried on the southern, salty wind.
>>186592
>>186589
>>186587
Kira flicks her tongue out into the air, catching the whiffs of friend-shaped creatures. "They're getting closer, up the hill. Follow me!" She slithers towards the source of the smell, leading the party there. Silver is right behind her, ready to give aid if needed should they run into hostiles.
>>186589
>>186587
Kira flicks her tongue out into the air, catching the whiffs of friend-shaped creatures. "They're getting closer, up the hill. Follow me!" She slithers towards the source of the smell, leading the party there. Silver is right behind her, ready to give aid if needed should they run into hostiles.
>>186563
He takes Dark Star's hoof. At first, Dark Star thinks that it may be a weak hoof shake, with a lack of a grip and a motion up and down that is just a bit too far. But then he increases the grip and the speed, and if anything it is too firm.
"Bring 'em in. I can get 'em bussin soon. We just lost one last week to the truck loading bay. Hard to keep a stallion. But mares? They won't be quick to move 'em to manual labor. Sides, it would be nice to have some more mares around here."
>>186591
squeaky
>>186553
"What would you like to do? I can say which ponies seem to have been involved. Well, which ponies the police mare thought were involved. And then we have theories of our own. Perhaps you'd like the report?"
>>186586
Yes
>>186574
So soft and velvety.
But the price of giving in to intrusive thoughts is that the bat pony still doesn't trust her
[Read more] He takes Dark Star's hoof. At first, Dark Star thinks that it may be a weak hoof shake, with a lack of a grip and a motion up and down that is just a bit too far. But then he increases the grip and the speed, and if anything it is too firm.
"Bring 'em in. I can get 'em bussin soon. We just lost one last week to the truck loading bay. Hard to keep a stallion. But mares? They won't be quick to move 'em to manual labor. Sides, it would be nice to have some more mares around here."
>>186591
squeaky
>>186553
"What would you like to do? I can say which ponies seem to have been involved. Well, which ponies the police mare thought were involved. And then we have theories of our own. Perhaps you'd like the report?"
>>186586
Yes
>>186574
So soft and velvety.
But the price of giving in to intrusive thoughts is that the bat pony still doesn't trust her
>>186593
'What about a 'whistle' was I ambiguous about?' Brie thinks for a moment, before flanking out in stealth to Kira's left
Btw, ooc I can tone down the cheek in and arounf Brie-posting, but hes SUPPOSED to be 'that' asshole. :3
'What about a 'whistle' was I ambiguous about?' Brie thinks for a moment, before flanking out in stealth to Kira's left
Btw, ooc I can tone down the cheek in and arounf Brie-posting, but hes SUPPOSED to be 'that' asshole. :3
The tear in the clay - it cannot properly be identified as a rivulet, as it is more of a small gash - continues upwards on the hill.
Walking up, the party can feel that they are walking into a cloud, with grey consuming the sky and green grass still covering the ground. The sound of the wind howling continues, and that ever present tinnitus sound rings on...
Kira's oscillating whistle is met with (relative) silence. But the smell intensifies. It's near
Walking up, the party can feel that they are walking into a cloud, with grey consuming the sky and green grass still covering the ground. The sound of the wind howling continues, and that ever present tinnitus sound rings on...
Kira's oscillating whistle is met with (relative) silence. But the smell intensifies. It's near
>>186598
Kira wonders to herself if this is what it's like to be a pegasus. Then she wonders to herself, if a pegasus tried walking up this hill, would they get stuck in the middle of the cloud? Can they decide when and where they walk on clouds? If so, is that a natural ability, or is it something they have to learn from they're a foal? If that's the case, how many pegasus foals are lost per year due to falling through clouds? That's a sad thought...maybe she should move on from that.
Risking breaking stealth, Kira calls out cautiously into the void. "Um...hello?"
Kira wonders to herself if this is what it's like to be a pegasus. Then she wonders to herself, if a pegasus tried walking up this hill, would they get stuck in the middle of the cloud? Can they decide when and where they walk on clouds? If so, is that a natural ability, or is it something they have to learn from they're a foal? If that's the case, how many pegasus foals are lost per year due to falling through clouds? That's a sad thought...maybe she should move on from that.
Risking breaking stealth, Kira calls out cautiously into the void. "Um...hello?"
>>186600
Nothing in the grey. Or at least, nothing willing to call back.
Hazel:
>I think I know this place
Nothing in the grey. Or at least, nothing willing to call back.
Hazel:
>I think I know this place
>>186602
>This is where the other beast lays
She answers
Proceeding onwards just a few feet, can be seen ruts in the ground. Large gashes of soil disturbed and upturned and rocks sent to the top, only for grass to grow over
>This is where the other beast lays
She answers
Proceeding onwards just a few feet, can be seen ruts in the ground. Large gashes of soil disturbed and upturned and rocks sent to the top, only for grass to grow over
>>186603
Oh, a crash site! Kira finds it interesting that she's getting such a strong smell of pony from it. She plows on, curious what it is exactly that they'll find.
Oh, a crash site! Kira finds it interesting that she's getting such a strong smell of pony from it. She plows on, curious what it is exactly that they'll find.
>>186603
Rolling Search to check that site
[1d20+5 = (4+5) = 9]
And Spot + Listen, to check for monsters
Spot
[1d20+3 = (1+3) = 4]
Listen
[1d20+3 = (4+3) = 7]
Rolling Search to check that site
[1d20+5 = (4+5) = 9]
And Spot + Listen, to check for monsters
Spot
[1d20+3 = (1+3) = 4]
Listen
[1d20+3 = (4+3) = 7]
Gonna roll for the Dreads
Dread 1
Spot
[1d20+5 = (11+5) = 16]
Listen
[1d20+5 = (17+5) = 22]
Dread 2
Spot
[1d20+5 = (14+5) = 19]
Listen
[1d20+5 = (18+5) = 23]
Since the Dreads are mindless, they cannot make search checks.
[Read more] Dread 1
Spot
[1d20+5 = (11+5) = 16]
Listen
[1d20+5 = (17+5) = 22]
Dread 2
Spot
[1d20+5 = (14+5) = 19]
Listen
[1d20+5 = (18+5) = 23]
Since the Dreads are mindless, they cannot make search checks.
In that Brie is first scouting for danger, I'll just roll a spot check [1d20+8 = (11+8) = 19]
Imagine that, picking one thing and going with it
Imagine that, picking one thing and going with it
>>186613
It beats me. All I know is that the dreads have +4 racial bonus to spot and listen checks, and they don't have any blindsight.
It beats me. All I know is that the dreads have +4 racial bonus to spot and listen checks, and they don't have any blindsight.
>>186592
If a hill is over a thousand feet tall it counts as a mountain.
>>186598
"This can't be the track the airship left. It looks too old to be from this morning," he says softly to the other party members.
Obligatory search, spot and listen:
[1d20+2 = (6+2) = 8]
[1d20+7 = (16+7) = 23]
[1d20+3 = (2+3) = 5]
If a hill is over a thousand feet tall it counts as a mountain.
>>186598
"This can't be the track the airship left. It looks too old to be from this morning," he says softly to the other party members.
Obligatory search, spot and listen:
[1d20+2 = (6+2) = 8]
[1d20+7 = (16+7) = 23]
[1d20+3 = (2+3) = 5]
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The gash in the ground deepens, with one, two, three, four series of gashes with sometimes another one on either side, and then a massive drag in the center. The growing grass has covered this in several areas, but the outline can still be seen. And then going further up the slope, there is no disturbance. Just grass. But then a few silver objects. And then after only a few feet, the gash resumes.
Looking at the party is a large triangular shaped... something. Almost 10 feet up in the air is a solid section with a glass windshield still intact, and what seems to be the barrels of guns. To each side and protruding 15 feet are large, thin, horizontal metal fins. Above this, looming a full 30 feet above ground is a thin, metal fin. All is painted a kind of sky blue, except on the bottom, which is painted white, almost like the color scheme of a whale. Moving to the side and walking past, this is easily enough identified as the empennage of a massive airplane, albeit one that is much larger than anyone is the party has seen before, at least up close. On the vertical stabilizer is the black painted sign of a pair of horseshoes opposed to each other, and the letters "MP48". A rear door, which is now five or so feet above the ground, is not simply open, but missing.
Ahead, the looming form of two engines under the left wing, and a left wing that rides high on the fuselage, can be seen. The propellers on the engine closest to the fuselage are bent and entirely missing on the one further away. Panels on the inner engine are burned or missing. The right wing is intact if a little lower from the tilt of the plane, with two more engines and mostly missing propellers. The whole structure of the plane tilts to the right, with the end of the left wing higher in the air. It has made an indentation in the dirt but is on the whole very intact.
Moving past the large wing, another door by the cockpit is open and missing. Past this, a large, blue nose section with a turret on the fore.
[Read more] Looking at the party is a large triangular shaped... something. Almost 10 feet up in the air is a solid section with a glass windshield still intact, and what seems to be the barrels of guns. To each side and protruding 15 feet are large, thin, horizontal metal fins. Above this, looming a full 30 feet above ground is a thin, metal fin. All is painted a kind of sky blue, except on the bottom, which is painted white, almost like the color scheme of a whale. Moving to the side and walking past, this is easily enough identified as the empennage of a massive airplane, albeit one that is much larger than anyone is the party has seen before, at least up close. On the vertical stabilizer is the black painted sign of a pair of horseshoes opposed to each other, and the letters "MP48". A rear door, which is now five or so feet above the ground, is not simply open, but missing.
Ahead, the looming form of two engines under the left wing, and a left wing that rides high on the fuselage, can be seen. The propellers on the engine closest to the fuselage are bent and entirely missing on the one further away. Panels on the inner engine are burned or missing. The right wing is intact if a little lower from the tilt of the plane, with two more engines and mostly missing propellers. The whole structure of the plane tilts to the right, with the end of the left wing higher in the air. It has made an indentation in the dirt but is on the whole very intact.
Moving past the large wing, another door by the cockpit is open and missing. Past this, a large, blue nose section with a turret on the fore.
>>186618
Woah. Kira wonders to herself what happened to this plane. She recalls the symbol of the two horseshoes, figuring it to be a New Marelander plane. What happened to it? It looks like it was made for war.
She flicks her tongue in the air to get more of the scent of pony. Did she really smell them here? How old is the scent?
Woah. Kira wonders to herself what happened to this plane. She recalls the symbol of the two horseshoes, figuring it to be a New Marelander plane. What happened to it? It looks like it was made for war.
She flicks her tongue in the air to get more of the scent of pony. Did she really smell them here? How old is the scent?
>>186618
Can Cavaliere determine from rust patterns or other signs of weathering how long this aircraft has been here?
Can Cavaliere determine from rust patterns or other signs of weathering how long this aircraft has been here?
>>186625
See >>186618
>>186620
Only a few years, if even that long. Perhaps only a year. There are the first hints of corrosion on the exposed door frame and on the exposed parts of the engine, but overwhelmingly the paint remains intact, and what metal is exposed is silver aluminum.
>>186622
The scent is fresh and new
See >>186618
>>186620
Only a few years, if even that long. Perhaps only a year. There are the first hints of corrosion on the exposed door frame and on the exposed parts of the engine, but overwhelmingly the paint remains intact, and what metal is exposed is silver aluminum.
>>186622
The scent is fresh and new
>>186626
Kira slithers up to the crashed plane. She gives Hazel some comforting pets. "It's okay Hazel, it's a dead beast. It can't hurt anyone." Using her powerful tail, she lifts her pony half up towards the doorless door, calling into the plane's fuselage. "Uh, hello? Is anyone in here?"
Kira slithers up to the crashed plane. She gives Hazel some comforting pets. "It's okay Hazel, it's a dead beast. It can't hurt anyone." Using her powerful tail, she lifts her pony half up towards the doorless door, calling into the plane's fuselage. "Uh, hello? Is anyone in here?"
>>186629
>>186627
Looking inside is the exposed skeletal ribs of the plane. There are some wires, what seems to have been a desk for something like a navigator, and hooks on the walls that probably held something. It isn't possible to see very much of the interior without trying to climb into it. This is doable, but with some vulnerability. There is no response.
>>186628
Kira is shadowed
>>186627
Looking inside is the exposed skeletal ribs of the plane. There are some wires, what seems to have been a desk for something like a navigator, and hooks on the walls that probably held something. It isn't possible to see very much of the interior without trying to climb into it. This is doable, but with some vulnerability. There is no response.
>>186628
Kira is shadowed
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