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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As Kira is pulling herself up, there is a sound of the pattering of hooves behind and in the fog
>>186636
Thats good, call out, in case they don't quite know we're there yet. Brie sighs and heads QUIETLY toward the hoofsteps
Thats good, call out, in case they don't quite know we're there yet. Brie sighs and heads QUIETLY toward the hoofsteps
Brie advances slowly and carefully (afaik, that 33 stealth check is still in effect), deliberately focusing his attention away from Silver literally giving their position/presence away. Fucking do-gooders.
And if he wasnt masked and his face could be seen, Brie will smirk after a particular thought, and switch to the camera
Hopefully Brie has sufficient distance from these loudmouthed idiots to take tactical advantage when something inevitably jumps out at them
In this fog a move silently check is more relevant than a sneak check. Moving silently means a reduction in speed so I will not take it or we might not be able to see who it is.
>>186630
>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.
Hey look, my bonus to climb checks is actually relevant. I'm glad I came here.
"I think I can climb it, let me try."
Posey removes her armor, and places her front hooves firmly on the side of the vehicle, and rather uncannily begins to walk up the side of the vehicle.
Climb
[1d20+9 = (19+9) = 28]
>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.
Hey look, my bonus to climb checks is actually relevant. I'm glad I came here.
"I think I can climb it, let me try."
Posey removes her armor, and places her front hooves firmly on the side of the vehicle, and rather uncannily begins to walk up the side of the vehicle.
Climb
[1d20+9 = (19+9) = 28]
Meanwhile, back in Trottingham.
A curious sight greets the assembled travelers gathered at the Trottingham airport. As the various ponies mill about wating for their respective transports, an inordinately large fly carrying a brilliantly red-maned cow flies up to the main building before landing near the door. The cow, her expression blank and her eyes covered by thick dark sunglasses, betrays nothing and displays a degree of nonchalance as she dismounts the fly.
<Uatchit
She says, causing the fly to reduce in a spectacle of sparkling magical effect to a small gold and jewel encrusted pin resembling a fuzzy little bumble-bee pinned to her worn and tattered duster coat. On her hip is a goddamn hand cannon, and she walks into the travel office.
<Ah'm needin'a map. Ahm lookin'fer info 'bout Mended Horn.
A curious sight greets the assembled travelers gathered at the Trottingham airport. As the various ponies mill about wating for their respective transports, an inordinately large fly carrying a brilliantly red-maned cow flies up to the main building before landing near the door. The cow, her expression blank and her eyes covered by thick dark sunglasses, betrays nothing and displays a degree of nonchalance as she dismounts the fly.
<Uatchit
She says, causing the fly to reduce in a spectacle of sparkling magical effect to a small gold and jewel encrusted pin resembling a fuzzy little bumble-bee pinned to her worn and tattered duster coat. On her hip is a goddamn hand cannon, and she walks into the travel office.
<Ah'm needin'a map. Ahm lookin'fer info 'bout Mended Horn.
>>186645
>>186642
>>186643
>>186633
The source must be somewhere just behind the left wing, and a little beyond it. It can't be that far away. Looking over to this area, the party sees...
Nothing. Nothing in the mist. The mist obscures visibility, and to be sure anything far away, or far above, would be obscured. But it didn't seem that far away...
>>186636
>>186644
There is no reply
>>186648
clop clop clop
She is able to climb up the side of the vehicle rather well.
[Read more] >>186642
>>186643
>>186633
The source must be somewhere just behind the left wing, and a little beyond it. It can't be that far away. Looking over to this area, the party sees...
Nothing. Nothing in the mist. The mist obscures visibility, and to be sure anything far away, or far above, would be obscured. But it didn't seem that far away...
>>186636
>>186644
There is no reply
>>186648
clop clop clop
She is able to climb up the side of the vehicle rather well.
>>186686
After clippity clopping to the top of the vehicle, Posey looks inside.
"I wonder if there are any magic items left here. What is the standard issue magic kit for elite naval marines?"
I feel like rolling Arcana for this, because knowing what magic items that the military uses might be useful in the future (no pressure to answer immediately if it's too complicated)
[1d20+11 = (2+11) = 13]
As she reminisces, she searches the vehicle, looking for any signs of creature.
Note that Posey has Darkvision
Search
[1d20+5 = (19+5) = 24]
Spot
[1d20+9 = (12+9) = 21]
Listen
[1d20+9 = (16+9) = 25]
I'm going to treat the Dreads as assisting her, giving a bonus to her perception rolls.
[Read more] After clippity clopping to the top of the vehicle, Posey looks inside.
"I wonder if there are any magic items left here. What is the standard issue magic kit for elite naval marines?"
I feel like rolling Arcana for this, because knowing what magic items that the military uses might be useful in the future (no pressure to answer immediately if it's too complicated)
[1d20+11 = (2+11) = 13]
As she reminisces, she searches the vehicle, looking for any signs of creature.
Note that Posey has Darkvision
Search
[1d20+5 = (19+5) = 24]
Spot
[1d20+9 = (12+9) = 21]
Listen
[1d20+9 = (16+9) = 25]
I'm going to treat the Dreads as assisting her, giving a bonus to her perception rolls.
>>186686
Checking that Garv is there too (he did say he was going toward the noises too) Brie will listen check. [1d20+10 = (20+10) = 30]
Checking that Garv is there too (he did say he was going toward the noises too) Brie will listen check. [1d20+10 = (20+10) = 30]
>>186690
By booty, I mean "all the info that can be gleaned from a 30 listen check" thats also a nat 20. Im not expecting anything superhuman, and it may be a wasted effort. Regardless, I will wait until I get a response before declaring any other actions.
By booty, I mean "all the info that can be gleaned from a 30 listen check" thats also a nat 20. Im not expecting anything superhuman, and it may be a wasted effort. Regardless, I will wait until I get a response before declaring any other actions.
I have to get up early tomorrow, so I'm going to bed.
Watza watza watza? Pickin' up from where we left off zigguha!
Gibs is runnin' from the po-po ponice, one of them zigguhas dat be actin' pastel guess they be bitch ass zigguhas. An aunt Zecora muthafuckar. Sheeeit.
Just cuz I'm striped and cuz I took dump on the side walk? What's wit' that? I thought this state was a world power? Also, cuz I smuggle pony weed and pony meth.
Ooga booga!
Gibs is runnin' from the po-po ponice, one of them zigguhas dat be actin' pastel guess they be bitch ass zigguhas. An aunt Zecora muthafuckar. Sheeeit.
Just cuz I'm striped and cuz I took dump on the side walk? What's wit' that? I thought this state was a world power? Also, cuz I smuggle pony weed and pony meth.
Ooga booga!
>>186687
Much could be said about the interior of the aircraft, but a brief look inside shows the following:
The doorway entering into the plane shows signs of broken aluminum, where the door was ripped off by violence. In the fore of the aircraft and to the left, a broken windshield, a yoke propped up by a stick with pilot and copilot's seat in the cockpit. This is not the forward most part of the aircraft, as a hole infront of the two seats goes down into the glass nose of the aircraft, though exactly what is down there cannot be seen. Behind this, a radio operator's station, with a hole leading downwards into another crevice in the plane. Behind this, the flight engineer's lonely seat and a wall of instruments and valves, as well as the door where Posey entered. There is a small ladder going up to a glass dome in the roof. The floor is aluminum with a somewhat rough texture to allow for a decent grip even when wet, and the interior often shows a sort of aluminum rib cage, complete with holes to lighten the weight, like looking inside of the skeleton of a giant, aluminum bird. The paint scheme so strictly adhered to on the exterior is not abided by on the interior.
To the right is a wall with a small corridor in the center that runs through the bomb bay. This hollow belly of the beast is mostly empty, and extends down to the bottom of the aircraft, unlike the rooms before, where Posey was on a kind of "second floor." The little walkway is suspended through the middle of the bomb bay, with railings, but otherwise open to either side. At the bottom, both doors are open, with one door open, clearly crumpled, and hanging on by a hinge, and the other simply sheered off. Posey can see through to bare dirt. On either side are silvery railings. The lone occupant of the bomb bay is a torpedo, 21 feet in length and nearly two feet wide on the left side railing, at an awkward angle as if stuck. It is painted yellow at the head and aquamarine along the remainder, and looks rather heavy.
Past this, the plane opens up again to a room before the epenage containing two glass nacelles, one on either side, for gun turrets, behind this is a pair of open doorways with... Hello. That doesn't look like aluminum. That looks like hair. Blue hair, sticking out of what must be the left rear doorway. Like a tail.
Past this is a doorway leading into the empennage, presumably to a rear turret.
>>186689
Brie can hear the sounds of the ocean-wind past his ears, almost obnoxiously. Off in the distance - the far distance - the sound of a wave crashing, and a seabird cawing, one of the few animal sounds heard on this oddly silent island. Above this, above all of this, is that ever present "eeeeeee" of tinitus. Brie doesn't recall having tinitus, at least not like this. It is paired with another sound that is equally obnoxious. A sound kind of like what is produced by a conch shell, or like being under water. Many sounds all at once that are muffled. But that isn't what Brie is interested in. He can hear his confederates call out for creatures. He can hear a "clop clop" of hooves against metal as Posey climbs, almost uncannily, into the aircraft.
But more importantly, that sound of hooves against a relatively soft ground. Heading away from the aircraft. To the left. Just past the wing, on this side of the aircraft. It would be easy to say that Brie cannot see it because of the fog, which would obscure any pony or creature at a distance. But that can't be. Brie can tell that the source of the sound is fairly close, and he's looking that direction, though admittedly a portion of the wing obscures it. Surely, whatever made that sound should be visible to him, and he isn't seeing it.
Inside of the aircraft and on the opposite side of the aircraft from where the party is, a tapping, a crumpling sound, and a sound of something hitting the ground.
>>186703
oh noes!
Also there is an earlier reply to Virgin Flame
[Read more] Much could be said about the interior of the aircraft, but a brief look inside shows the following:
The doorway entering into the plane shows signs of broken aluminum, where the door was ripped off by violence. In the fore of the aircraft and to the left, a broken windshield, a yoke propped up by a stick with pilot and copilot's seat in the cockpit. This is not the forward most part of the aircraft, as a hole infront of the two seats goes down into the glass nose of the aircraft, though exactly what is down there cannot be seen. Behind this, a radio operator's station, with a hole leading downwards into another crevice in the plane. Behind this, the flight engineer's lonely seat and a wall of instruments and valves, as well as the door where Posey entered. There is a small ladder going up to a glass dome in the roof. The floor is aluminum with a somewhat rough texture to allow for a decent grip even when wet, and the interior often shows a sort of aluminum rib cage, complete with holes to lighten the weight, like looking inside of the skeleton of a giant, aluminum bird. The paint scheme so strictly adhered to on the exterior is not abided by on the interior.
To the right is a wall with a small corridor in the center that runs through the bomb bay. This hollow belly of the beast is mostly empty, and extends down to the bottom of the aircraft, unlike the rooms before, where Posey was on a kind of "second floor." The little walkway is suspended through the middle of the bomb bay, with railings, but otherwise open to either side. At the bottom, both doors are open, with one door open, clearly crumpled, and hanging on by a hinge, and the other simply sheered off. Posey can see through to bare dirt. On either side are silvery railings. The lone occupant of the bomb bay is a torpedo, 21 feet in length and nearly two feet wide on the left side railing, at an awkward angle as if stuck. It is painted yellow at the head and aquamarine along the remainder, and looks rather heavy.
Past this, the plane opens up again to a room before the epenage containing two glass nacelles, one on either side, for gun turrets, behind this is a pair of open doorways with... Hello. That doesn't look like aluminum. That looks like hair. Blue hair, sticking out of what must be the left rear doorway. Like a tail.
Past this is a doorway leading into the empennage, presumably to a rear turret.
>>186689
Brie can hear the sounds of the ocean-wind past his ears, almost obnoxiously. Off in the distance - the far distance - the sound of a wave crashing, and a seabird cawing, one of the few animal sounds heard on this oddly silent island. Above this, above all of this, is that ever present "eeeeeee" of tinitus. Brie doesn't recall having tinitus, at least not like this. It is paired with another sound that is equally obnoxious. A sound kind of like what is produced by a conch shell, or like being under water. Many sounds all at once that are muffled. But that isn't what Brie is interested in. He can hear his confederates call out for creatures. He can hear a "clop clop" of hooves against metal as Posey climbs, almost uncannily, into the aircraft.
But more importantly, that sound of hooves against a relatively soft ground. Heading away from the aircraft. To the left. Just past the wing, on this side of the aircraft. It would be easy to say that Brie cannot see it because of the fog, which would obscure any pony or creature at a distance. But that can't be. Brie can tell that the source of the sound is fairly close, and he's looking that direction, though admittedly a portion of the wing obscures it. Surely, whatever made that sound should be visible to him, and he isn't seeing it.
Inside of the aircraft and on the opposite side of the aircraft from where the party is, a tapping, a crumpling sound, and a sound of something hitting the ground.
>>186703
oh noes!
Also there is an earlier reply to Virgin Flame
>>186704
Thank you. I know. I'll reply tomorrow probably though, because I'm almost falling asleep in this chair.
Thank you. I know. I'll reply tomorrow probably though, because I'm almost falling asleep in this chair.
>>186632
>>186704
Kira: "Eep!" Kira shrinks back a tiny bit, clearly unnerved by the atmosphere outside the plane, but steels herself and continues to advance into the plane's interior. Seeing the blue tail in the doorway, Kira calls out in a meek voice. "H-hello? Who's there? We're friendly..."
Hmmm...Kira thinks to herself, recalling what Hazel said earlier, about feeling "static" when something bad is about to happen. Can Kira detect any kind of static-y feeling?
>>186704
Kira: "Eep!" Kira shrinks back a tiny bit, clearly unnerved by the atmosphere outside the plane, but steels herself and continues to advance into the plane's interior. Seeing the blue tail in the doorway, Kira calls out in a meek voice. "H-hello? Who's there? We're friendly..."
Hmmm...Kira thinks to herself, recalling what Hazel said earlier, about feeling "static" when something bad is about to happen. Can Kira detect any kind of static-y feeling?
>>186710
There is no more static than normal, and the radio has been mostly silent.
Kira can see that the tail is attached to a butt. A periwinkle (light grey-blue) butt, with something like a... beaker? Cutie mark. And in front of that, is a mare in a coat that looks back, wearing corrective lenses, a foil cap with a tied but still messy blue mane flowing out from under it, and wearing rubber shoes with a white coat. She looks frightened. Her front hooves are on the ground, while her rear hooves are still on the aluminum floor of the aircraft. She turns around and tries to move. Theprey friend is getting away!
>>186711
Maybe? I don't know
There is no more static than normal, and the radio has been mostly silent.
Kira can see that the tail is attached to a butt. A periwinkle (light grey-blue) butt, with something like a... beaker? Cutie mark. And in front of that, is a mare in a coat that looks back, wearing corrective lenses, a foil cap with a tied but still messy blue mane flowing out from under it, and wearing rubber shoes with a white coat. She looks frightened. Her front hooves are on the ground, while her rear hooves are still on the aluminum floor of the aircraft. She turns around and tries to move. The
>>186711
Maybe? I don't know
>>186715
Yes.
>Brie can tell that the source of the sound is fairly close, and he's looking that direction
Shooting there
Yes.
>Brie can tell that the source of the sound is fairly close, and he's looking that direction
Shooting there
>>186712
Kira: "Wait, I'm not a monster!"
Bluff: Kira tries to pantomime to the fleeing pony that she's not a threat despite her appearance, hoping she can get the message across before she goes.
[1d20-1 = (18-1) = 17]
>>186714
>>186716
Silver: "Do not just shoot randomly, you might hit friendly hidden in fog!"
>>186704
Silver decides to try calling out in Severyanan, instead, thinking he may get a better response. "Эй, мы же товарищи! Кто там?" - "Hey, we're comrades! Who's there?"
[Read more] Kira: "Wait, I'm not a monster!"
Bluff: Kira tries to pantomime to the fleeing pony that she's not a threat despite her appearance, hoping she can get the message across before she goes.
[1d20-1 = (18-1) = 17]
>>186714
>>186716
Silver: "Do not just shoot randomly, you might hit friendly hidden in fog!"
>>186704
Silver decides to try calling out in Severyanan, instead, thinking he may get a better response. "Эй, мы же товарищи! Кто там?" - "Hey, we're comrades! Who's there?"
>>186719
Silver: "We will need all help we can get if they are friendly, help they can not give if they are filled with bullet holes before we even know what we are shooting at."
Silver: "We will need all help we can get if they are friendly, help they can not give if they are filled with bullet holes before we even know what we are shooting at."
>>186719
"From this hilltop a gunshot will carry for miles. Do you want the whole island to know we're here?"
"From this hilltop a gunshot will carry for miles. Do you want the whole island to know we're here?"
>>186720
In that Brie wears a mask and his expression.is always concealed, Silver can't immediately discern Brie's face.
But if he could, he would see that Brie isn't concerned with Dilver protecting empty space, hes comcerned woth ensuring the empty.space isnt about to.turn into.violent space
[1d20+9 = (19+9) = 28] another shot, just for good measure
In that Brie wears a mask and his expression.is always concealed, Silver can't immediately discern Brie's face.
But if he could, he would see that Brie isn't concerned with Dilver protecting empty space, hes comcerned woth ensuring the empty.space isnt about to.turn into.violent space
[1d20+9 = (19+9) = 28] another shot, just for good measure
>>186722
Silver's going to step in front of Brie, to prevent any more wild potshots. "If they were hostiles, would they have not already taken opportunity to attack?"
Silver's going to step in front of Brie, to prevent any more wild potshots. "If they were hostiles, would they have not already taken opportunity to attack?"
>>186721
"For one, its suppressed. For two, what are your priorities? The lot of you have no qualms voiding stealth when YOU feel like. Dont cry when I do, since Im the one who relies on stealth [1d20+9 = (12+9) = 21] third shot
"For one, its suppressed. For two, what are your priorities? The lot of you have no qualms voiding stealth when YOU feel like. Dont cry when I do, since Im the one who relies on stealth [1d20+9 = (12+9) = 21] third shot
>>186717
The mare almost falls onto the ground, trips, and looks back to Kira, still clearly worried
"Вы похожи на одно из фиатных существ. Но умеете ли вы думать самостоятельно?"
>>186717
No response in the mist
>>186721
Correct.
>>186719
>>186714
Shot, and then picture.
No obvious effect
[Read more] The mare almost falls onto the ground, trips, and looks back to Kira, still clearly worried
"Вы похожи на одно из фиатных существ. Но умеете ли вы думать самостоятельно?"
>>186717
No response in the mist
>>186721
Correct.
>>186719
>>186714
Shot, and then picture.
No obvious effect
>>186726
Kira: "Um...I can't actually speak your language. Or understand what you're saying." Kira takes the end of her tail, and rubs it between her hooves awkwardly. "Do you speak Ponish? I know it's probably a longshot. Or maybe not, since Silver speaks both Ponish and Severyanan."
>>186724
>>186725
>>186727
>Silver's going to step in front of Brie
>third shot
Hmmmmmmm...
[1d2 = 2]
Kira: "Um...I can't actually speak your language. Or understand what you're saying." Kira takes the end of her tail, and rubs it between her hooves awkwardly. "Do you speak Ponish? I know it's probably a longshot. Or maybe not, since Silver speaks both Ponish and Severyanan."
>>186724
>>186725
>>186727
>Silver's going to step in front of Brie
>third shot
Hmmmmmmm...
[1d2 = 2]
>>186722
"At this moment, we need to be especially careful with armed commandos swarming over this island. You also don't know what you were shooting at, which is a mistake you should never make."
"At this moment, we need to be especially careful with armed commandos swarming over this island. You also don't know what you were shooting at, which is a mistake you should never make."
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