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>>190178
Kira giggles, and gives Mala a nice friendly squeeze. "You feel nice and soft!"
Relenting on the hug after a bit, Kira resumes leading the party towards the crashed airship.
>>190177
Kira: "Hmmmm...nope, not getting scents so far. If they have a lamia too, though, they might be able to smell us."
Kira giggles, and gives Mala a nice friendly squeeze. "You feel nice and soft!"
Relenting on the hug after a bit, Kira resumes leading the party towards the crashed airship.
>>190177
Kira: "Hmmmm...nope, not getting scents so far. If they have a lamia too, though, they might be able to smell us."
>>190178
>party is upwind of the alleged location of the airponies
Well, does Kira see/hear them first?
I may as well roll for what Posey sees
Spot
[1d20+3 = (10+3) = 13]
Listen
[1d20+3 = (20+3) = 23]
I guess I can have Posey's dreads do some scouting. They have +8 racial bonus to spot, and they will fly upwards to get a Pegasus's eye view.
Dread 1
Spot
[1d20+5 = (9+5) = 14]
Listen
[1d20+5 = (10+5) = 15]
Dread 2
[1d20+5 = (20+5) = 25]
[1d20+5 = (12+5) = 17]
I gather that this is gentle hill terrain, so spot checks would begin at 2d10x10 feet, right?
[Read more] >party is upwind of the alleged location of the airponies
Well, does Kira see/hear them first?
I may as well roll for what Posey sees
Spot
[1d20+3 = (10+3) = 13]
Listen
[1d20+3 = (20+3) = 23]
I guess I can have Posey's dreads do some scouting. They have +8 racial bonus to spot, and they will fly upwards to get a Pegasus's eye view.
Dread 1
Spot
[1d20+5 = (9+5) = 14]
Listen
[1d20+5 = (10+5) = 15]
Dread 2
[1d20+5 = (20+5) = 25]
[1d20+5 = (12+5) = 17]
I gather that this is gentle hill terrain, so spot checks would begin at 2d10x10 feet, right?
>>190175
Cavaliere has been keeping an eye on the escorted griffons as well as his surroundings. He remarks,
"It's a good idea to have you along, unarmed, so as to not present a threat to them. I'd also like to talk with them. They might not expect a griffon, but one from Nova Griffonia might not be unwelcome."
>>190179
He exhales with something of a chuckle. "Heh…I don't think they will so don't worry. You might want to hang back. Too many strangers and those of unfamiliar appearance might put them on edge."
I'll roll as well:
Spot: [1d20+7 = (5+7) = 12]
Listen: [1d20+3 = (4+3) = 7]
[Read more] Cavaliere has been keeping an eye on the escorted griffons as well as his surroundings. He remarks,
"It's a good idea to have you along, unarmed, so as to not present a threat to them. I'd also like to talk with them. They might not expect a griffon, but one from Nova Griffonia might not be unwelcome."
>>190179
He exhales with something of a chuckle. "Heh…I don't think they will so don't worry. You might want to hang back. Too many strangers and those of unfamiliar appearance might put them on edge."
I'll roll as well:
Spot: [1d20+7 = (5+7) = 12]
Listen: [1d20+3 = (4+3) = 7]
>>190181
"I will flag you over in appropriate order once I get a grasp of the situation. We will have our 'crew' approach them first, and let them know what to think of the Stalliongrad soldiers. Until then, keep the whalers under control, so that they do not break the line and compromise our parlay."
>>190179
"Silver. You should stay back with the Stalliongraders while I the rest of the team makes secondary contact with the airponies. You are the only one who speaks their language, so you need to be present with them."
"I will flag you over in appropriate order once I get a grasp of the situation. We will have our 'crew' approach them first, and let them know what to think of the Stalliongrad soldiers. Until then, keep the whalers under control, so that they do not break the line and compromise our parlay."
>>190179
"Silver. You should stay back with the Stalliongraders while I the rest of the team makes secondary contact with the airponies. You are the only one who speaks their language, so you need to be present with them."
>>190182
From far off on the hill, to the left and on the eastern side of the northern bay, sounds resembling speech can be heard.
Through breaks in the fog, which at the moment hugs only the summits of the thousand-foot hilltops, can be seen the glimmer of shinning aluminum.
From far off on the hill, to the left and on the eastern side of the northern bay, sounds resembling speech can be heard.
Through breaks in the fog, which at the moment hugs only the summits of the thousand-foot hilltops, can be seen the glimmer of shinning aluminum.
>>190187
Cavaliere gives a small smile toward the lamia. "Don't worry, as soon as they realize they have nothing to fear from us, and how gentle you are, we will be able to mingle freely."
Cavaliere gives a small smile toward the lamia. "Don't worry, as soon as they realize they have nothing to fear from us, and how gentle you are, we will be able to mingle freely."
>>190188
>>190186
>>190187
The group passes the ruined houses of the old village, and along the hill between the bays. The destination, or at least the favored location right now, is a hill to the east of the North Bay. Though it is not adjacent to the south bay, it is higher than the that run along its length, and do not touch the cloud layer. The hill may be the tallest on the island, though with the cloud level at 900 or so feet, you can't really see.
Walking up this hill leaves the entire group vulnerable and visible, both to the destroyer and the Kostroma. There is no cover, or at least, no significant cover, to prevent them from being seen as they ascend, save possibly for rounding the hill and approaching from the other side. They are vulnerable. Or at least, until they reach the cloud level and reenter the fog.
>>190186
>>190187
The group passes the ruined houses of the old village, and along the hill between the bays. The destination, or at least the favored location right now, is a hill to the east of the North Bay. Though it is not adjacent to the south bay, it is higher than the that run along its length, and do not touch the cloud layer. The hill may be the tallest on the island, though with the cloud level at 900 or so feet, you can't really see.
Walking up this hill leaves the entire group vulnerable and visible, both to the destroyer and the Kostroma. There is no cover, or at least, no significant cover, to prevent them from being seen as they ascend, save possibly for rounding the hill and approaching from the other side. They are vulnerable. Or at least, until they reach the cloud level and reenter the fog.
>>190189
Hide: Kira gets as close to the ground as possible and widens he tail's stance, blending into the grass such as it looks merely like a breeze is blowing the stalks of grass in the direction she slithers. She looks back to the party, and instructs them to do much as the same as she does, helping them with their technique where possible.
[1d20+13 = (11+13) = 24]
Hide: Kira gets as close to the ground as possible and widens he tail's stance, blending into the grass such as it looks merely like a breeze is blowing the stalks of grass in the direction she slithers. She looks back to the party, and instructs them to do much as the same as she does, helping them with their technique where possible.
[1d20+13 = (11+13) = 24]
>>190189
>rounding the hill and approaching from the other side
I guess that's the only way then. We don't want to be seen by the Kostroma.
>rounding the hill and approaching from the other side
I guess that's the only way then. We don't want to be seen by the Kostroma.
>>190190
>>190191
>>190192
The geography of this side of the island does not quite mirror the other, but there are similarities. Below the hill, to the right and south east, is a sort of valley that is less visible to either bay than the side of the hill. Moving along its still somewhat green grasses, past the remnants of gravel paths and small stone fences that demarcated the edges of fields and padlocks, the group presses onwards. In the background can often be heard the cracks and pops of gunfire, and explosions.
This route is not without cost, as it takes minutes longer. Minutes longer that the GRU is certainly making good use of, given how though the party moves away from the thumps of mortar fire, and the ground trembling thunder of what must be naval artillery, it hardly becomes more distant, but moves closer towards them. Reaching the edge of the island the cliffs are less severe, instead allowing someone to walk all the way down to the water. Off in the distance, across the purple-green of the ocean can be seen the outline of land - the Nova Griffonian Coast. But though this land on the horizon, with its vaguely defined forests and trees, and low hill, is perceptible, it does not dominate the view. Rather, the low lying clouds and fog, perhaps laden with snow as it meets the cold, continental air, fade into the black horizon in this land opposite the setting sun, until it appears as a dark grey abyss. slowly swallowing the world as the light retreats.
The hill itself has more visible rocks, and pillars of rocks, than the other side. The sea stacks and cliffs that abut the sea may be absent, but they have the equivalent further up the hill. When the party reenters that grey limbo they seem to have left the green and rolling hills of Northern Equestria - A northern Equestria whose form persist even as the land itself has been abandoned and forgotten by Celestia and her ponies - and entered some sort of alpine region beyond the reach of the sun, with black and grey rock faces that admit of no vegetation.
A few flakes of shinny material are strewn across the ground.
[Read more] >>190191
>>190192
The geography of this side of the island does not quite mirror the other, but there are similarities. Below the hill, to the right and south east, is a sort of valley that is less visible to either bay than the side of the hill. Moving along its still somewhat green grasses, past the remnants of gravel paths and small stone fences that demarcated the edges of fields and padlocks, the group presses onwards. In the background can often be heard the cracks and pops of gunfire, and explosions.
This route is not without cost, as it takes minutes longer. Minutes longer that the GRU is certainly making good use of, given how though the party moves away from the thumps of mortar fire, and the ground trembling thunder of what must be naval artillery, it hardly becomes more distant, but moves closer towards them. Reaching the edge of the island the cliffs are less severe, instead allowing someone to walk all the way down to the water. Off in the distance, across the purple-green of the ocean can be seen the outline of land - the Nova Griffonian Coast. But though this land on the horizon, with its vaguely defined forests and trees, and low hill, is perceptible, it does not dominate the view. Rather, the low lying clouds and fog, perhaps laden with snow as it meets the cold, continental air, fade into the black horizon in this land opposite the setting sun, until it appears as a dark grey abyss. slowly swallowing the world as the light retreats.
The hill itself has more visible rocks, and pillars of rocks, than the other side. The sea stacks and cliffs that abut the sea may be absent, but they have the equivalent further up the hill. When the party reenters that grey limbo they seem to have left the green and rolling hills of Northern Equestria - A northern Equestria whose form persist even as the land itself has been abandoned and forgotten by Celestia and her ponies - and entered some sort of alpine region beyond the reach of the sun, with black and grey rock faces that admit of no vegetation.
A few flakes of shinny material are strewn across the ground.
>>190193
Knowledge: Being close to the ground, Kira briefly examines the shiny material, wondering what it could be. A rock? Some kind of plant? Animal feces?
Nature: [1d20+3 = (2+3) = 5]
Geography: [1d20+2 = (3+2) = 5]
Knowledge: Being close to the ground, Kira briefly examines the shiny material, wondering what it could be. A rock? Some kind of plant? Animal feces?
Nature: [1d20+3 = (2+3) = 5]
Geography: [1d20+2 = (3+2) = 5]
>>190193
>A northern Equestria whose form persist even as the land itself has been abandoned and forgotten by Celestia and her ponies - and entered some sort of alpine region beyond the reach of the sun, with black and grey rock faces that admit of no vegetation.
"I have taken quite a liking to this island. Under different circumstances, I think I would come here for a vacation." Posey wonders aloud
Posey waits for the position of the airponies to be clear, before she gets ready to trot ahead of the herd to parlay.
>>190194
Gonna assist with an untrained Int check
[1d20+3 = (8+3) = 11]
>A northern Equestria whose form persist even as the land itself has been abandoned and forgotten by Celestia and her ponies - and entered some sort of alpine region beyond the reach of the sun, with black and grey rock faces that admit of no vegetation.
"I have taken quite a liking to this island. Under different circumstances, I think I would come here for a vacation." Posey wonders aloud
Posey waits for the position of the airponies to be clear, before she gets ready to trot ahead of the herd to parlay.
>>190194
Gonna assist with an untrained Int check
[1d20+3 = (8+3) = 11]
>>190193
The griffon ranger trudges on ahead, less cautious about being hidden while behind the hill. He looks at the shiny flakes for just a moment, then calls out softly to the others, "We haven't any time to lose. Let's spread out."
He searches for the larger part of the wreckage, which might possibly house the ponies.
[1d20+2 = (12+2) = 14]
The griffon ranger trudges on ahead, less cautious about being hidden while behind the hill. He looks at the shiny flakes for just a moment, then calls out softly to the others, "We haven't any time to lose. Let's spread out."
He searches for the larger part of the wreckage, which might possibly house the ponies.
[1d20+2 = (12+2) = 14]
>>190195
It must surely be green and lovely in the springtime, when not caught in this grey limbo.
>>190194
It's... metal? Well, it's not a rock, and it's definitely not a plant. Do not eat.
>>190196
Cavaliere is the first to see it. It towers above the ground. Even in the fog it's hard to miss. It is a wonder that it was not seen before, though its color, an indistinct grey just near to that of the fog and almost the same as the basalt rock that forms its background, gives a hint as to how it has evaded view. Even so, Cavaliere must surely wonder if indeed this point of interest is unknown by the GRU and the Traveller, or if it is only a matter of time until either may come this way.
Little bits of metal are strewn across the ground, as are scrapes, gravel, and dirt that form drag marks. An aluminum pipe can be seen, and beyond that, the form of an aluminum truss, and then what must be an engine nacelle. It's a rather large form, as tall as Cavaliere. But it's what is beyond that that is rather more interesting.
Maybe 50 feet away can be seen what is, to be to the point, a blimp, deflated and intact but still in a recognizable form. It is at a perpendicular angle to Cavaliere, with the rear of the airship facing him. It must be caught on a rock formation on the side of the hill. The craft's port side is visible given the craft's list to starboard, but starboard is presumably difficult, though perhaps not impossible to access from its respective side.
The thin aluminum fins are still in part elevated into the air, though the bottom touches the ground, and the whole of the empennage sags and is partly deflated, especially where the empennage meets the middle, as it is folding in on itself. The great envelope retains more of its size than not, but it is dented in the front, and its folds move in the wind. The wind has dulled for the moment and as a whole seems less severe here than by the shore, this whole segment of the island perhaps in the lee of the western hills. Or maybe it's just a momentary pause. All the same, the air feels near still, and though the envelope flaps in the moving air, it generates only a periodic sound of pops as it moves. The entire structure is massive - even in its deflated state it is fifty feet or more in height - and with a volume more akin to that of a ship, like a frigate or even a destroyer. Before reaching the underslung car, Cavaliere can see a metal cylinder on the ground that appears to be some kind of bomb. Past this is the broken remains of some kind of landing gear - a rubber wheel on an aluminum strut
But it is the car that is the most interesting. It must be thirty feet long. The port side engine nacelle is still attached on its outrigger to the car, even as the propeller blades are broken. The car has its windows, still closed and intact, and its doors, presently closed. From the center of the car, a machinegun barrel protrudes.
[Read more] It must surely be green and lovely in the springtime, when not caught in this grey limbo.
>>190194
It's... metal? Well, it's not a rock, and it's definitely not a plant. Do not eat.
>>190196
Cavaliere is the first to see it. It towers above the ground. Even in the fog it's hard to miss. It is a wonder that it was not seen before, though its color, an indistinct grey just near to that of the fog and almost the same as the basalt rock that forms its background, gives a hint as to how it has evaded view. Even so, Cavaliere must surely wonder if indeed this point of interest is unknown by the GRU and the Traveller, or if it is only a matter of time until either may come this way.
Little bits of metal are strewn across the ground, as are scrapes, gravel, and dirt that form drag marks. An aluminum pipe can be seen, and beyond that, the form of an aluminum truss, and then what must be an engine nacelle. It's a rather large form, as tall as Cavaliere. But it's what is beyond that that is rather more interesting.
Maybe 50 feet away can be seen what is, to be to the point, a blimp, deflated and intact but still in a recognizable form. It is at a perpendicular angle to Cavaliere, with the rear of the airship facing him. It must be caught on a rock formation on the side of the hill. The craft's port side is visible given the craft's list to starboard, but starboard is presumably difficult, though perhaps not impossible to access from its respective side.
The thin aluminum fins are still in part elevated into the air, though the bottom touches the ground, and the whole of the empennage sags and is partly deflated, especially where the empennage meets the middle, as it is folding in on itself. The great envelope retains more of its size than not, but it is dented in the front, and its folds move in the wind. The wind has dulled for the moment and as a whole seems less severe here than by the shore, this whole segment of the island perhaps in the lee of the western hills. Or maybe it's just a momentary pause. All the same, the air feels near still, and though the envelope flaps in the moving air, it generates only a periodic sound of pops as it moves. The entire structure is massive - even in its deflated state it is fifty feet or more in height - and with a volume more akin to that of a ship, like a frigate or even a destroyer. Before reaching the underslung car, Cavaliere can see a metal cylinder on the ground that appears to be some kind of bomb. Past this is the broken remains of some kind of landing gear - a rubber wheel on an aluminum strut
But it is the car that is the most interesting. It must be thirty feet long. The port side engine nacelle is still attached on its outrigger to the car, even as the propeller blades are broken. The car has its windows, still closed and intact, and its doors, presently closed. From the center of the car, a machinegun barrel protrudes.
>>190198
Gonna wait for tht reply to this before I post my action, but I intend to trot ahead of the herd to parlay with the airponies.
Gonna wait for tht reply to this before I post my action, but I intend to trot ahead of the herd to parlay with the airponies.
>>190197
With how colossal the craft is, no doubt they have only minutes to spare, even with the approaching dusk.
Not wanting to attract unwanted attention, to signal to the rest of the party Cavaliere picks up a small pebble and tosses it behind him to designate a location. If there is a pony behind that machine gun, its intention will be suspicious at best. He will, however reluctantly, let Posey go first.
With how colossal the craft is, no doubt they have only minutes to spare, even with the approaching dusk.
Not wanting to attract unwanted attention, to signal to the rest of the party Cavaliere picks up a small pebble and tosses it behind him to designate a location. If there is a pony behind that machine gun, its intention will be suspicious at best. He will, however reluctantly, let Posey go first.
>>190198
The scene is almost silent, with only the flapping of the envelope providing any distinct noise, besides the distant cracks and that ever-present tinnitus ring. The barrel of the machine gun seems to move, but so do a few other, smaller objects that move with the gentle wind.
The scene is almost silent, with only the flapping of the envelope providing any distinct noise, besides the distant cracks and that ever-present tinnitus ring. The barrel of the machine gun seems to move, but so do a few other, smaller objects that move with the gentle wind.
>>190197
>>190201
Posey trots ahead of the herd (at least 100 ft or more, preferably with most creatures out of sight), her white flag raised clearly atop her longspear.
She orders Monstro to stay behind with the group, and for her Dreads to carry her equipment, ready to fly it over to her should she need it.
She does not conceal herself as she approaches in line of fire. She walks calmly and confidently, puffing out her chest in her usual coquettish manner, unfazed by the vulnerability of potentially putting herself in direct artillery fire.
"~Yoohoo! Are there any survivors there?" she calls towards the car
>>190201
Posey trots ahead of the herd (at least 100 ft or more, preferably with most creatures out of sight), her white flag raised clearly atop her longspear.
She orders Monstro to stay behind with the group, and for her Dreads to carry her equipment, ready to fly it over to her should she need it.
She does not conceal herself as she approaches in line of fire. She walks calmly and confidently, puffing out her chest in her usual coquettish manner, unfazed by the vulnerability of potentially putting herself in direct artillery fire.
"~Yoohoo! Are there any survivors there?" she calls towards the car
>>190203
Posey walks right up to the car and taps on the to glass with her spear
"Oh come on now. Captain Waters is going to be really disappointed if you are all dead." she says
Posey walks right up to the car and taps on the to glass with her spear
"Oh come on now. Captain Waters is going to be really disappointed if you are all dead." she says
>>190202
Cavaliere sighs, wishing he had gone up instead. He looks to see if it's possible to circle around the blimp without being spotted.
Cavaliere sighs, wishing he had gone up instead. He looks to see if it's possible to circle around the blimp without being spotted.
>>190205
Being seen is the point of a parlay. If we sneak up on them, they would think we are trying to attack them.
Being seen is the point of a parlay. If we sneak up on them, they would think we are trying to attack them.
>>190205
It may be possible, although the craft is backed against the hillside so it is not clear if it may be entered that way. At least, without being noticed.
>>190202
>>190204
As she nears, she can finally see that there seems to be a figure inside holding the machine gun on a side mount.
"Not a step further. Who are you, and where did you come from?"
It may be possible, although the craft is backed against the hillside so it is not clear if it may be entered that way. At least, without being noticed.
>>190202
>>190204
As she nears, she can finally see that there seems to be a figure inside holding the machine gun on a side mount.
"Not a step further. Who are you, and where did you come from?"
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>>190207
Posey looks towards the sight beyond the gun barrel
>Who are you, and where did you come from?
Posey whirls her cape and puffs out her chest, striking her usual extravagant pose
"I am Rosey Ring, the Undying Sorceress. I am an freelancing warmagus, and an adventuring mercenary sent by Captain Waters from New Mareland to retrieve the crew of this airship." She says
"My team and I arrived thinking it would be simple, but recent GRU and monster activity has complicated our escape plans. If you would be so kind as to cooperate, we should all be able to get off of this desolate rock soon enough."
Posey looks towards the sight beyond the gun barrel
>Who are you, and where did you come from?
Posey whirls her cape and puffs out her chest, striking her usual extravagant pose
"I am Rosey Ring, the Undying Sorceress. I am an freelancing warmagus, and an adventuring mercenary sent by Captain Waters from New Mareland to retrieve the crew of this airship." She says
"My team and I arrived thinking it would be simple, but recent GRU and monster activity has complicated our escape plans. If you would be so kind as to cooperate, we should all be able to get off of this desolate rock soon enough."
>>190208
>And yet, Posey's safety….
Professional airponies wouldn't shoot an unarmed mare waving a white flag.
If I get shot, I get shot. It is a risk I am willing to take.
>And yet, Posey's safety….
Professional airponies wouldn't shoot an unarmed mare waving a white flag.
If I get shot, I get shot. It is a risk I am willing to take.
Kira flicks her tongue as she watches the encounter, waiting for a moment where she can say hello to the new ponies.
>>190209
He lowers his side of the machine gun, which raises the barrel. He peaks over through the open window. Posey can see that the figure is a hornless stallion of indigo color, wearing a leather cap of some sort.
"Fuck me, 'Captain Waters'? Now I don't know what the fuck a 'womaggus' is or a GR you, nor why they'd send a single mare, but damned if I'm not glad to hear that name."
He lowers his side of the machine gun, which raises the barrel. He peaks over through the open window. Posey can see that the figure is a hornless stallion of indigo color, wearing a leather cap of some sort.
"Fuck me, 'Captain Waters'? Now I don't know what the fuck a 'womaggus' is or a GR you, nor why they'd send a single mare, but damned if I'm not glad to hear that name."
>>190212
Alright. I guess I have been talking for more than a minute. Looks like they're unfriendly rn. With my mod, I have no chance of making things worse, so I may as well roll. Let's see if I can get them to Indifferent or Friendly.
[1d20+10 = (9+10) = 19]
Alright. I guess I have been talking for more than a minute. Looks like they're unfriendly rn. With my mod, I have no chance of making things worse, so I may as well roll. Let's see if I can get them to Indifferent or Friendly.
[1d20+10 = (9+10) = 19]
>>190215
>>190217
As soon as Posey has line of sight, she attempts to charm the pony with her gaze.
"Yes, yes... Captain Waters was willing to pay through the nose to get you back, so let us not disappoint him. I am not alone though. I have half a dozen other mercenaries with me. We also came to a temporary truce with some of the Stalliongrad fighters, who are positioned in the far rear: they still think we are pirates, and you will be posing as hostages we are ransoming to New Mareland. I will explain it in detail later. First thing is first though: how many of you are there?"
>>190217
As soon as Posey has line of sight, she attempts to charm the pony with her gaze.
"Yes, yes... Captain Waters was willing to pay through the nose to get you back, so let us not disappoint him. I am not alone though. I have half a dozen other mercenaries with me. We also came to a temporary truce with some of the Stalliongrad fighters, who are positioned in the far rear: they still think we are pirates, and you will be posing as hostages we are ransoming to New Mareland. I will explain it in detail later. First thing is first though: how many of you are there?"
Posey gestures to the group, giving the signal for the mercenaries (and only the mercenaries) to approach.
"Dust, tend to the wounded. Silver, keep the Stalliongraders from getting too close, so we can salvage some plausibly deniability for this covert operation."
>>190220
"It appears as though your airponies have fallen under the control of the psychic monster that is on this island. We have encountered it before. We will soon be embarking on a mission to destroy that monster, which should hopefully end their condition."
>"Another mare?"
"Something like that. Do not fret. She does not bite." "But I do OwO"
I have to sleep soon. The party can freely enter dialogue now.
"Dust, tend to the wounded. Silver, keep the Stalliongraders from getting too close, so we can salvage some plausibly deniability for this covert operation."
>>190220
"It appears as though your airponies have fallen under the control of the psychic monster that is on this island. We have encountered it before. We will soon be embarking on a mission to destroy that monster, which should hopefully end their condition."
>"Another mare?"
"Something like that. Do not fret. She does not bite." "But I do OwO"
I have to sleep soon. The party can freely enter dialogue now.
>>190220
Kira: "Yup! Good thing too. I mean, I imagine some males from the tribe could survive this, but others..." She trails off, before shaking her head and smiling at the stallion. "Anyways, yeah, that's the Traveler. Apparently he's some kind of eldritch extradimensional deity? He's on the ship you were following. We're gonna go stop him! The important thing is that none of you fall asleep or fall unconscious by any means, that's how he gets ya!"
Silver, meanwhile, looks back to the commie ponies. "Похоже, они дружелюбны. Видимо, некоторые из них тоже попали под влияние Путешественника."
I'm assuming Dust would go to the ship to tend to the wounded if his player was here. Can we assume that's what Dust is doing?
Kira: "Yup! Good thing too. I mean, I imagine some males from the tribe could survive this, but others..." She trails off, before shaking her head and smiling at the stallion. "Anyways, yeah, that's the Traveler. Apparently he's some kind of eldritch extradimensional deity? He's on the ship you were following. We're gonna go stop him! The important thing is that none of you fall asleep or fall unconscious by any means, that's how he gets ya!"
Silver, meanwhile, looks back to the commie ponies. "Похоже, они дружелюбны. Видимо, некоторые из них тоже попали под влияние Путешественника."
I'm assuming Dust would go to the ship to tend to the wounded if his player was here. Can we assume that's what Dust is doing?
>>190222
>I'm assuming Dust would go to the ship to tend to the wounded if his player was here. Can we assume that's what Dust is doing?
It doesn't cost him anything to roll the Medicine skill, so we can just assume he's doing it. I have a bunch of spare med packs. If he takes 10 all of the wounded can heal 1d4 HP.
>I'm assuming Dust would go to the ship to tend to the wounded if his player was here. Can we assume that's what Dust is doing?
It doesn't cost him anything to roll the Medicine skill, so we can just assume he's doing it. I have a bunch of spare med packs. If he takes 10 all of the wounded can heal 1d4 HP.
>>190220
Cavaliere approaches the airship quickly. "If only these were better circumstances," he greets the stallion with a nod. "My name is Cavaliere. We will have to evacuate ASAP to get your ponies to safety. What's the condition of your wounded, and can they walk?"
Cavaliere approaches the airship quickly. "If only these were better circumstances," he greets the stallion with a nod. "My name is Cavaliere. We will have to evacuate ASAP to get your ponies to safety. What's the condition of your wounded, and can they walk?"
I gotta sleep. Work tomorrow.
Cheers to the group for finally finding out charges. Now we just need to destroy the travellers so we can escape this place.
Cheers to the group for finally finding out charges. Now we just need to destroy the travellers so we can escape this place.
>>190220
"How many in good condition? How many wounded? How many mad? Have any airponies perished?" Posey inquires
"We can tend to the wounded, and carry the prisoners. For now, we need you to evacuate the ship, because Captain Waters hired us to torch the systems so that the technology does not fall into enemy hooves. We have a boat talisman for our extraction, and I have conjured a minion that can transport a couple of creatures through the air."
"How many in good condition? How many wounded? How many mad? Have any airponies perished?" Posey inquires
"We can tend to the wounded, and carry the prisoners. For now, we need you to evacuate the ship, because Captain Waters hired us to torch the systems so that the technology does not fall into enemy hooves. We have a boat talisman for our extraction, and I have conjured a minion that can transport a couple of creatures through the air."
>>190222
Posey addresses, Silver, taking 10 on innuendo
"Remember, we are posing as pirates. I already told Blackheel that we came here to take the airponies hostage. Tell them that these are our prisoners that we intend to ransom for profit, and that we are not working with or for the Fascists. Whether or not Blackheel believes it will be in question, but we need to maintain plausible deniability in contested territory."
Posey addresses, Silver, taking 10 on innuendo
"Remember, we are posing as pirates. I already told Blackheel that we came here to take the airponies hostage. Tell them that these are our prisoners that we intend to ransom for profit, and that we are not working with or for the Fascists. Whether or not Blackheel believes it will be in question, but we need to maintain plausible deniability in contested territory."
>>190236
Hmmmmm...not super far away, they're still within the bounds of the group. He's with the commies, who are likely at the very back of the group to prevent any misunderstandings.
Hmmmmm...not super far away, they're still within the bounds of the group. He's with the commies, who are likely at the very back of the group to prevent any misunderstandings.
>>190236
I think we agreed on him being in the rear with the Stalliongraders, which should at least be out of earshot, so we can negotiate with the airponies while tricking the commies into thinking that we are taking the fascists hostage.
Idk the exact distance, but far enough I hope.
I think we agreed on him being in the rear with the Stalliongraders, which should at least be out of earshot, so we can negotiate with the airponies while tricking the commies into thinking that we are taking the fascists hostage.
Idk the exact distance, but far enough I hope.
>>190236
>>190237
>>190238
Does anything else need clarifying?
Posey addresses the pony in the blimp
"Evacuate quickly. We have not much time. Be sure to extract anything of value, essential equipment, magic items, implements, weapons, munitions, and other things of worth."
She pauses
"Might I ask your name?"
>>190197
>Cavaliere can see a metal cylinder on the ground that appears to be some kind of bomb.
Oh good, another one. How big is it? We could make use of that.
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>>190238
Does anything else need clarifying?
Posey addresses the pony in the blimp
"Evacuate quickly. We have not much time. Be sure to extract anything of value, essential equipment, magic items, implements, weapons, munitions, and other things of worth."
She pauses
"Might I ask your name?"
>>190197
>Cavaliere can see a metal cylinder on the ground that appears to be some kind of bomb.
Oh good, another one. How big is it? We could make use of that.
>>190239
It would be nice to hear what Dust Defiant intends to do, since you're cued up for about the next 3 minutes worth of skill checks, declared actions, etc.
It would be nice to hear what Dust Defiant intends to do, since you're cued up for about the next 3 minutes worth of skill checks, declared actions, etc.
I would hope that Dust helps treat the airponies' wounds with his medicine skill when his player decides to check in, but I guess I cannot really speak for him.
Frenly reminder, the longer you take (taking 10s and what not) on all this, the longer Brie gets to play Metal Gear: Solid
Glad to see everyone's still up to their antics, for better or for worse. What's actually going on, as far as I'm aware Posey raised a whale but I don't actually know what's going on nor do I have time to back read.
>>190245
We just found the airponies. They are wounded. We are currently explaining the situation to them.
We just found the airponies. They are wounded. We are currently explaining the situation to them.
>>190245
We raised a flying whale, snuck across the island, and now we're at the airponies. Some of them are injured, some have been possessed and tied up.
We raised a flying whale, snuck across the island, and now we're at the airponies. Some of them are injured, some have been possessed and tied up.
>>190245
>I don't actually know what's going on nor do I have time to back read.
Other than what we just described, not very much happened since the skeleton was raised.
Oh yeah, we snuck past some GRU fighting abominations.
>I don't actually know what's going on nor do I have time to back read.
Other than what we just described, not very much happened since the skeleton was raised.
Oh yeah, we snuck past some GRU fighting abominations.
Maybe with an aneurysm
Oh, also, just for posterity's sake: can Silver tell in what state the airship is in? He has his suspicions, but he feels like he owes it to Brie to at least consider whether the airship can by very quickly patched up.
>>190252
It it's still bouyant enough to hang in the air, we could potentially have Monstro drag it through the air, but we are being paid to destroy it. We should still consider it as a potential option for our distraction.
Monstro can drag 48,000 pounds. Possibly double or triple that if buffed with the right spells (such as the lvl 2 Cleric spell Lighten Load).
It it's still bouyant enough to hang in the air, we could potentially have Monstro drag it through the air, but we are being paid to destroy it. We should still consider it as a potential option for our distraction.
Monstro can drag 48,000 pounds. Possibly double or triple that if buffed with the right spells (such as the lvl 2 Cleric spell Lighten Load).
Though he speaks, he doesn't seem to want to come outside, at least not yet.
>>190222
The pony looks over and speaks. Kira can only see his blue-purple head, and the leather cap.
"Hey no. No. I know what you are. You're some kind of monster. Like s sea monster. That gets me to come outside, ride on your back, and then you eat me or something."
>>190224
His expression suggests possible surprise at seeing a griffin, but it isn't enough surprise to vocalize or to rise to skepticism.
"No standard uniform? Uh, hello. We have two that can't walk, and two I wouldn't let walk. One is severe, and the other still needs attention. There's a third that has something wrong but we didn't see any bleeding."
>>190226
"I am the only one here in proper good condition. Two are properly wounded, but one is unconscious and one cannot stand. Two are mad. I don't think any are dead but I ain't a doctor and I haven't checked since... I don't know when. I've never heard of a 'tailsman' in my time in the navy nor do I know what kinda craft a minion's supposed to be. Is that foreign speak for a skipper or something?" A pause, "Just get us out of here."
>>190239
"Heh heh, magic items? Sure, we'll get those along with our gold bars, diamonds and champagne bottles."
The bombs has an approximately tear drop shape and fins along the top, thinner end. However, it has metal rings around both the front and the back, giving it a psued-cylindrical shape and allowing it to store upright like a barrel.
>>190244
No. It's a reasonable sized car, and anypony else doesn't seem to be near windows, or at least, there isn't enough light to see inside.
>>190252
Sort of like the Sea Rover, it's mostly intact. The most obvious damage is that the starboard engine nacelle has broken off of its pylon and detached from the craft. Both propellers seem to be destroyed. There is some damage to the car and its windows which suggest it would not be water or airtight, though it doesn't seem to have been designed to be air or watertight to begin with. The envelope is partly deflated, probably having lost a third to half of its gas volume. There is a leak somewhere, though whether this is in damage to the envelope, where it connects to the car, or perhaps some kind of intentional release is hard to say. One of the fins and corresponding rudders, the one on the bottom, seems damaged as well. Landing gear has ripped off.
>>190255
On the ground, evidently. One nacelle is still connected to the car.
[Read more] >>190222
The pony looks over and speaks. Kira can only see his blue-purple head, and the leather cap.
"Hey no. No. I know what you are. You're some kind of monster. Like s sea monster. That gets me to come outside, ride on your back, and then you eat me or something."
>>190224
His expression suggests possible surprise at seeing a griffin, but it isn't enough surprise to vocalize or to rise to skepticism.
"No standard uniform? Uh, hello. We have two that can't walk, and two I wouldn't let walk. One is severe, and the other still needs attention. There's a third that has something wrong but we didn't see any bleeding."
>>190226
"I am the only one here in proper good condition. Two are properly wounded, but one is unconscious and one cannot stand. Two are mad. I don't think any are dead but I ain't a doctor and I haven't checked since... I don't know when. I've never heard of a 'tailsman' in my time in the navy nor do I know what kinda craft a minion's supposed to be. Is that foreign speak for a skipper or something?" A pause, "Just get us out of here."
>>190239
"Heh heh, magic items? Sure, we'll get those along with our gold bars, diamonds and champagne bottles."
The bombs has an approximately tear drop shape and fins along the top, thinner end. However, it has metal rings around both the front and the back, giving it a psued-cylindrical shape and allowing it to store upright like a barrel.
>>190244
No. It's a reasonable sized car, and anypony else doesn't seem to be near windows, or at least, there isn't enough light to see inside.
>>190252
Sort of like the Sea Rover, it's mostly intact. The most obvious damage is that the starboard engine nacelle has broken off of its pylon and detached from the craft. Both propellers seem to be destroyed. There is some damage to the car and its windows which suggest it would not be water or airtight, though it doesn't seem to have been designed to be air or watertight to begin with. The envelope is partly deflated, probably having lost a third to half of its gas volume. There is a leak somewhere, though whether this is in damage to the envelope, where it connects to the car, or perhaps some kind of intentional release is hard to say. One of the fins and corresponding rudders, the one on the bottom, seems damaged as well. Landing gear has ripped off.
>>190255
On the ground, evidently. One nacelle is still connected to the car.
>>190278
>Though he speaks, he doesn't seem to want to come outside, at least not yet.
I can't blame him. This island is fucking spooky.
>"I am the only one here in proper good condition
"You are a formidable warrior, sir... What was your name? It is commendable that you alone were able to maintain control of the situation, and for that you have guaranteed the survival of your crew."
"We will be assisting you and your crew shortly. Please open the doors so that we may tend to the crew and torch the systems like Captain Waters ordered us to. In the mean time, you can tell us about what happened to get you in this mess."
Posey orders her Dreads to obey the verbal commands of anypony who requires assistance in doing mundane tasks around the ship.
>The bombs has an approximately tear drop shape and fins along the top, thinner end. However, it has metal rings around both the front and the back, giving it a psued-cylindrical shape and allowing it to store upright like a barrel.
How big is it?
>The envelope is partly deflated, probably having lost a third to half of its gas volume. There is a leak somewhere, though whether this is in damage to the envelope, where it connects to the car, or perhaps some kind of intentional release is hard to say.
I guess we will have to inspect it to see if it could float again after jettisoning the engines.
[Read more] >Though he speaks, he doesn't seem to want to come outside, at least not yet.
I can't blame him. This island is fucking spooky.
>"I am the only one here in proper good condition
"You are a formidable warrior, sir... What was your name? It is commendable that you alone were able to maintain control of the situation, and for that you have guaranteed the survival of your crew."
"We will be assisting you and your crew shortly. Please open the doors so that we may tend to the crew and torch the systems like Captain Waters ordered us to. In the mean time, you can tell us about what happened to get you in this mess."
Posey orders her Dreads to obey the verbal commands of anypony who requires assistance in doing mundane tasks around the ship.
>The bombs has an approximately tear drop shape and fins along the top, thinner end. However, it has metal rings around both the front and the back, giving it a psued-cylindrical shape and allowing it to store upright like a barrel.
How big is it?
>The envelope is partly deflated, probably having lost a third to half of its gas volume. There is a leak somewhere, though whether this is in damage to the envelope, where it connects to the car, or perhaps some kind of intentional release is hard to say.
I guess we will have to inspect it to see if it could float again after jettisoning the engines.
>>190278
He blinks slowly when the pony refers to Kira as a sea monster.
"She is not. Forgive us for our motley appearance, but I can assure you that at no point will you be eaten by any sort of creature."
"Your government wanted plausible deniability for this mission, as this island is disputed territory. That fighting–" he points to the sound of the weapons and explosions "Isn't us. We'll need to stabilize your crew and carry them to safety before we're spotted."
He blinks slowly when the pony refers to Kira as a sea monster.
"She is not. Forgive us for our motley appearance, but I can assure you that at no point will you be eaten by any sort of creature."
"Your government wanted plausible deniability for this mission, as this island is disputed territory. That fighting–" he points to the sound of the weapons and explosions "Isn't us. We'll need to stabilize your crew and carry them to safety before we're spotted."
>>190278
Kira looks a bit saddened, pouting while she frowns. "I'm not a monster, though, I'm just a lamia. Think of me like a pony, just with a snake tail."
Silver: "Is that hydrogen or helium in there, you think?"
Kira looks a bit saddened, pouting while she frowns. "I'm not a monster, though, I'm just a lamia. Think of me like a pony, just with a snake tail."
Silver: "Is that hydrogen or helium in there, you think?"
>>190279
Maybe 400 pounds, likely less
>>190279
The reticence and suspicion that the pony has, or seems to have, towards Kira and Cavaliere, does not translate to Posey
"I am Petty Officer Third Class Primed Well, radio operator and gunner. I uh, sure." He moves out of line of site, and a door that was previosuly firm to the cabin, opens. It will not, however, stay open without being pushed open, as the starboard list of the car means that a port side door will stay open only against the force of gravity.
"Colt, it's a long story." He says, peaking his head out of the door.
>>190280
"Really?" He tilts his head through the door. "Then who is it?" A pause "Are you sure about the creatures?"
>>190281
"You don't look like a llama. Wait, what?! Snake tail?"
He may close the door.
If Silver comes closer, he will look to him.
"Another? Uh, it's supposed to be helium admixture, but I know they've been mixing it up with the shortages."
[Read more] Maybe 400 pounds, likely less
>>190279
The reticence and suspicion that the pony has, or seems to have, towards Kira and Cavaliere, does not translate to Posey
"I am Petty Officer Third Class Primed Well, radio operator and gunner. I uh, sure." He moves out of line of site, and a door that was previosuly firm to the cabin, opens. It will not, however, stay open without being pushed open, as the starboard list of the car means that a port side door will stay open only against the force of gravity.
"Colt, it's a long story." He says, peaking his head out of the door.
>>190280
"Really?" He tilts his head through the door. "Then who is it?" A pause "Are you sure about the creatures?"
>>190281
"You don't look like a llama. Wait, what?! Snake tail?"
He may close the door.
If Silver comes closer, he will look to him.
"Another? Uh, it's supposed to be helium admixture, but I know they've been mixing it up with the shortages."
>>190283
Kira holds her hooves up and waves them in front of her. Her body automatically flicks out her tongue in the air. "Wait, don't close the door! I'm friendly! See, I haven't eaten anyone in the party and I never would!"
Silver tells the commie ponies to hold for the moment as he comes closer to the airship. "Yeah, do not mind her. She is honestly kindest, sweetest creature you could ever meet. She is named Kira. I am Sergeant First Class Silver Sword." Silver looks up at the deflated airship. "Think there is enough left in there to get it to float, if we dropped engines? If not...is there enough hydrogen in there to set this thing ablaze?"
Kira holds her hooves up and waves them in front of her. Her body automatically flicks out her tongue in the air. "Wait, don't close the door! I'm friendly! See, I haven't eaten anyone in the party and I never would!"
Silver tells the commie ponies to hold for the moment as he comes closer to the airship. "Yeah, do not mind her. She is honestly kindest, sweetest creature you could ever meet. She is named Kira. I am Sergeant First Class Silver Sword." Silver looks up at the deflated airship. "Think there is enough left in there to get it to float, if we dropped engines? If not...is there enough hydrogen in there to set this thing ablaze?"
>>190284
He looks to Silver and answers,
"No, it's lost buoyancy. It's not exactly stable either and may blow away if the wind changes directions. It's supposed to be pure helium but we know they don't do that, not when they don't expect combat. Still, the hydrogen was likely the first to leak out. I haven't exactly tested if the gas is flammable."
Then he sees Kira
"Ah!" He closes the door and peaks through the window at the giant snake creature. "The fuck you haven't. What is that?" This may actually be the first time he's noticed that Kira is part snake.
>>190284
Blackheel asks, or tries to ask Silver,
"How long will this stop take?"
[Read more] He looks to Silver and answers,
"No, it's lost buoyancy. It's not exactly stable either and may blow away if the wind changes directions. It's supposed to be pure helium but we know they don't do that, not when they don't expect combat. Still, the hydrogen was likely the first to leak out. I haven't exactly tested if the gas is flammable."
Then he sees Kira
"Ah!" He closes the door and peaks through the window at the giant snake creature. "The fuck you haven't. What is that?" This may actually be the first time he's noticed that Kira is part snake.
>>190284
Blackheel asks, or tries to ask Silver,
"How long will this stop take?"
>>190283
>I am Petty Officer
"A humble name for such a valiant warrior."
>It will not, however, stay open without being pushed open, as the starboard list of the car means that a port side door will stay open only against the force of gravity.
Posey catches the door with her magic.
>>190284
>I haven't eaten anyone in the party
TRUUUUUUUST IIIIN MEEEEEEE!
>>190285
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"Would anyone like a cigarette?"
[Read more] >I am Petty Officer
"A humble name for such a valiant warrior."
>It will not, however, stay open without being pushed open, as the starboard list of the car means that a port side door will stay open only against the force of gravity.
Posey catches the door with her magic.
>>190284
>I haven't eaten anyone in the party
TRUUUUUUUST IIIIN MEEEEEEE!
>>190285
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"Would anyone like a cigarette?"
>>190285
Silver looks back at Blackheel to answer. "Not long at all." He then returns his attention to Primed Well. "Alright. We will get you and your soldiers well and ready to travel. After that we will need to move quickly, explosions tend to bring lot of attention."
Kira scrunches, lifting her pony half back up into the air and putting her forehooves on her "hips". "I said I'm a lamia. I'm from Zebrica. And if you're talking about the bulge in my stomach, that's a goat." She quickly qualifies this by saying, "That I paid the farmer for and had a nice cup of tea with."
>>190286
Silver does have cigarettes if Posey wants any. Oddly enough, he hasn't felt the need to smoke since the quarry earlier.
Silver looks back at Blackheel to answer. "Not long at all." He then returns his attention to Primed Well. "Alright. We will get you and your soldiers well and ready to travel. After that we will need to move quickly, explosions tend to bring lot of attention."
Kira scrunches, lifting her pony half back up into the air and putting her forehooves on her "hips". "I said I'm a lamia. I'm from Zebrica. And if you're talking about the bulge in my stomach, that's a goat." She quickly qualifies this by saying, "That I paid the farmer for and had a nice cup of tea with."
>>190286
Silver does have cigarettes if Posey wants any. Oddly enough, he hasn't felt the need to smoke since the quarry earlier.
Okay even by spam standards that was terrible. You're on a website dedicated towards people who like magical technicolored quadrupedal equines, why do you think we want to look at pics of hairy naked women? Seriously, do some research and maybe you might actually get someone.
Who has the explosives and the camera? It's about time that we do what we came for. We need to torch the engine systems.
>>190286
He smiles, even blushes. His ears go down. He stops trying to close the door and places his forelegs up on the door, pushing open somewhat.
"Thanks miss... It's a navy rank. Been flyin' for near two years now."
>>190286
"I'll take one, if you don't mind" Primed Well responds. More than one of the communists comes closer after they whisper among themselves. Like offering milk to stray cats, Posey is likely to be swarmed by ponies soon.
>>190288
"Uh, uh, okay. They aren't really able to travel on their own, but-"
Scrunching himself, Primed Well looks to Kira and nods "Mhmmm, sure you did."
[Read more] He smiles, even blushes. His ears go down. He stops trying to close the door and places his forelegs up on the door, pushing open somewhat.
"Thanks miss... It's a navy rank. Been flyin' for near two years now."
>>190286
"I'll take one, if you don't mind" Primed Well responds. More than one of the communists comes closer after they whisper among themselves. Like offering milk to stray cats, Posey is likely to be swarmed by ponies soon.
>>190288
"Uh, uh, okay. They aren't really able to travel on their own, but-"
Scrunching himself, Primed Well looks to Kira and nods "Mhmmm, sure you did."
>>190292
>"I'll take one, if you don't mind"
Posey passes him one of the vintage Victorian cigarettes from the petite antique box that she keeps only to make herself look cool (her taste for nicotine died when he lungs did).
>"I'll take one, if you don't mind"
Posey passes him one of the vintage Victorian cigarettes from the petite antique box that she keeps only to make herself look cool (her taste for nicotine died when he lungs did).
>>190292
>>190293
To prevent Posey from getting swarmed, Silver pulls out his own pack of Old Guard cigarettes and offers some fags to the commie ponies. "Кто-нибудь хочет?" He also offers one to Primed Well, levitating it over to him using his magic. "That is why we have our zebra to help with healing. I am also trained with patching creatures up in field, if needed."
Kira scrunches harder.
>>190293
To prevent Posey from getting swarmed, Silver pulls out his own pack of Old Guard cigarettes and offers some fags to the commie ponies. "Кто-нибудь хочет?" He also offers one to Primed Well, levitating it over to him using his magic. "That is why we have our zebra to help with healing. I am also trained with patching creatures up in field, if needed."
Kira scrunches harder.
>>190293
He takes it, leaning out of the door. She can see his indigo wings coming out through a hole in a brown-green uniform. He looks down at the cigarette.
"Huh... Never seen one like this before."
He remains in the doorway, not quite outside but not really allowing anypony inside, either.
He looks up towards Posey,
"Happen to have a light?"
>>190295
Silver is soon swarmed with communist ponies - three of them. All the same, Primed Well takes, or tries to take, the cigarette from Silver, leaning forward.
"A medic? Yes. Come here."
He does not look at the scrunchy-scary Kira
[Read more] He takes it, leaning out of the door. She can see his indigo wings coming out through a hole in a brown-green uniform. He looks down at the cigarette.
"Huh... Never seen one like this before."
He remains in the doorway, not quite outside but not really allowing anypony inside, either.
He looks up towards Posey,
"Happen to have a light?"
>>190295
Silver is soon swarmed with communist ponies - three of them. All the same, Primed Well takes, or tries to take, the cigarette from Silver, leaning forward.
"A medic? Yes. Come here."
He does not look at the scrunchy-scary Kira
>>190296
Silver lights up the cigarettes for the three commie ponies, and when he manages to get free from the swarm, he heads up into the airship. He also offers Primed Well a light as he assesses the current condition of the ponies on board.
Silver lights up the cigarettes for the three commie ponies, and when he manages to get free from the swarm, he heads up into the airship. He also offers Primed Well a light as he assesses the current condition of the ponies on board.
>>190298
Silver figures that this pony is the expert, and if he's not worried about a lighter, then it's probably safe to have a lighter to light up a cigarettes.
Silver figures that this pony is the expert, and if he's not worried about a lighter, then it's probably safe to have a lighter to light up a cigarettes.
>>190298
Kek
Well, none of the lights cause fire. Evidently the localized concentrations of hydrogen - if there is any - are not strong enough.
>>190297
Finally, Primed Well moves out of the way and allows Silver inside.
The first and most notable thing that Silver sees is another pony, crouched silently and closer to the ground. He is white in color, evidently an earth pony, and is wearing a brown-green uniform that is stained in blood on the lower chest. He is holding wrench as a weapon, and has evidently been hiding out of view this entire time, making no sound. He looks up towards Silver with blue eyes and a leather aviator cap. To either side of the narrow way are various devices. Towards the bow from the rear are several desks next to large radios, and a map on another desk. There is a desk with dials and meters, and then at the very fore is a recognizable cockpit, raised above a sort of split lower level. Towards the back is the side turret of the machine gun, a set of valves and the like for what must be the engines, and a small door going out towards them, a sectioned off room that seems to hold... bombs? and beyond that, multiple beds in a bunk formation. At the very end is a large window for observation, presumably.
In two of the bunks are ponies, one with much blood.
Possibly the most interesting location is just before the cockpit, where there is a separate, lower room that must be some kind of navigation sight or turret or... something. There is a door to it that is closed, which has a window.
At the window of this small area, pressed against the glass, Silver can see the face of a pony. It's a bat pony stallion, pressing his muzzle against the glass, and both hooves to either side of the glass. He has a massive smile, and his lips, or sometimes his cheeks, distort against the glass. His pupils are dilated so wide that his irises cannot be seen. The way the light glistens in his eyes it's almost like stars, or snow in a snow globe. His fur is peppered grey and white, and he, too, wears a leather cap that ties around his head. His expression is almost like a small colt, full of wonder or excitement, who pears through a toy store display window before being allowed to enter.
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Well, none of the lights cause fire. Evidently the localized concentrations of hydrogen - if there is any - are not strong enough.
>>190297
Finally, Primed Well moves out of the way and allows Silver inside.
The first and most notable thing that Silver sees is another pony, crouched silently and closer to the ground. He is white in color, evidently an earth pony, and is wearing a brown-green uniform that is stained in blood on the lower chest. He is holding wrench as a weapon, and has evidently been hiding out of view this entire time, making no sound. He looks up towards Silver with blue eyes and a leather aviator cap. To either side of the narrow way are various devices. Towards the bow from the rear are several desks next to large radios, and a map on another desk. There is a desk with dials and meters, and then at the very fore is a recognizable cockpit, raised above a sort of split lower level. Towards the back is the side turret of the machine gun, a set of valves and the like for what must be the engines, and a small door going out towards them, a sectioned off room that seems to hold... bombs? and beyond that, multiple beds in a bunk formation. At the very end is a large window for observation, presumably.
In two of the bunks are ponies, one with much blood.
Possibly the most interesting location is just before the cockpit, where there is a separate, lower room that must be some kind of navigation sight or turret or... something. There is a door to it that is closed, which has a window.
At the window of this small area, pressed against the glass, Silver can see the face of a pony. It's a bat pony stallion, pressing his muzzle against the glass, and both hooves to either side of the glass. He has a massive smile, and his lips, or sometimes his cheeks, distort against the glass. His pupils are dilated so wide that his irises cannot be seen. The way the light glistens in his eyes it's almost like stars, or snow in a snow globe. His fur is peppered grey and white, and he, too, wears a leather cap that ties around his head. His expression is almost like a small colt, full of wonder or excitement, who pears through a toy store display window before being allowed to enter.
>>190300
Posey follows after Silver, looking around the cabin wordlessly. Her first order of business is to attempt to charm any pony that meets her gaze, as she always does to take control of a situation.
Posey follows after Silver, looking around the cabin wordlessly. Her first order of business is to attempt to charm any pony that meets her gaze, as she always does to take control of a situation.
>>190300
Okay, priorities: assuming the crouching pony isn't going to attack them with his wrench, Silver immediately goes to the bunks and assesses the conditions of the ponies therein.
Okay, priorities: assuming the crouching pony isn't going to attack them with his wrench, Silver immediately goes to the bunks and assesses the conditions of the ponies therein.
>>190301
The blue-eyed pony blinks thrice, and says
"Hello"
The bat pony in the Bombardier's chamber stares back at Posey with pupils that are not the split, snake eyes of bat ponies, but wide enough to consume the eye. She can see her own reflection in them, surrounded by white flakes that move like nascent stars in the primordial universe. He smiles widely and opens his mouth, which looks rather dried.
>>190302
One is... asleep? Unconscious? Hard to say. The other has severe bleeding. There was a clear effort to stop the bleeding with town pieces of clothing. He is still breathing, and if he is conscious, he is unresponsive.
The blue-eyed pony blinks thrice, and says
"Hello"
The bat pony in the Bombardier's chamber stares back at Posey with pupils that are not the split, snake eyes of bat ponies, but wide enough to consume the eye. She can see her own reflection in them, surrounded by white flakes that move like nascent stars in the primordial universe. He smiles widely and opens his mouth, which looks rather dried.
>>190302
One is... asleep? Unconscious? Hard to say. The other has severe bleeding. There was a clear effort to stop the bleeding with town pieces of clothing. He is still breathing, and if he is conscious, he is unresponsive.
>>190303
Heal: Well, let's see what Silver can do to ensure this pony is properly stabilized, at least.
[1d20+5 = (19+5) = 24]
Heal: Well, let's see what Silver can do to ensure this pony is properly stabilized, at least.
[1d20+5 = (19+5) = 24]
>>190304
Silver can tell that the injuries are blunt force trauma, with ribs and broken bones puncturing lungs and causing internal bleeding as well as external. There's only so much that can be done, but Silver can sterilize the external wounds and also do as much as possible to reduce the bleeding. Silver has a potion to help coagulate the blood.
Silver can tell that the injuries are blunt force trauma, with ribs and broken bones puncturing lungs and causing internal bleeding as well as external. There's only so much that can be done, but Silver can sterilize the external wounds and also do as much as possible to reduce the bleeding. Silver has a potion to help coagulate the blood.
>>190305
Silver gives it to him to hopefully stop the internal bleeding, before turning his attention to the other unconscious pony in the bunks.
Silver gives it to him to hopefully stop the internal bleeding, before turning his attention to the other unconscious pony in the bunks.
>>190306
>>190309
Primed Well looks over to the bat pony, who has a full view down the center of the car with his wide, all-seeing eyes pressed against the glass
"Ah! He got loose. He's not supposed to be up like that." He says. He then answers Cavaliere's question,
"Since morning the morning. Maybe before."
>>190307
This one seems to be alive. Probably. Signs of injury are not obvious.
>>190306
The white earth pony stands up. He is trembling.
"Ensign Pinup Locker" He answers
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Primed Well looks over to the bat pony, who has a full view down the center of the car with his wide, all-seeing eyes pressed against the glass
"Ah! He got loose. He's not supposed to be up like that." He says. He then answers Cavaliere's question,
"Since morning the morning. Maybe before."
>>190307
This one seems to be alive. Probably. Signs of injury are not obvious.
>>190306
The white earth pony stands up. He is trembling.
"Ensign Pinup Locker" He answers
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