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>>190439
Kira and Cavaliere are going off in search of the missing airponies, before something bad happens to them like them getting captured by either the GRU or the Traveler. The rest of the group was asked by Kira to stay behind and finish getting the ponies at the airship ready to travel.
Kira and Cavaliere are going off in search of the missing airponies, before something bad happens to them like them getting captured by either the GRU or the Traveler. The rest of the group was asked by Kira to stay behind and finish getting the ponies at the airship ready to travel.
>>190440
You do realize that it is plausible that the Lieutenant's group have been enthralled by The Traveller, right? It may turn into a fight if you find them.
I don't oppose stating behind though. Just don't kill them.
You do realize that it is plausible that the Lieutenant's group have been enthralled by The Traveller, right? It may turn into a fight if you find them.
I don't oppose stating behind though. Just don't kill them.
>>190442
Don't worry, Kira's super stealthy. And if they're possessed and they come to blows, Kira will try to intimidate the ponies by making it out like she's gonna eat them. That might be enough to at least temporarily break them out of the Traveler's hold.
Don't worry, Kira's super stealthy. And if they're possessed and they come to blows, Kira will try to intimidate the ponies by making it out like she's gonna eat them. That might be enough to at least temporarily break them out of the Traveler's hold.
>>190437
flick flick
Kira can taste the frienship. It's not coming from within the airship - to be sure, she can smell that too. No. It's not that far away at all, a few hundred meters or so. Down the hill. Kira slithers along her way, along the thin winter grass and across the rock and gravel towards her equine quarry. The sea fog continues to obscure her field of vision ahead, but her olfactory sense becomes more acute. Whereas before the stronger, sudden gusts of wind would blow away the subtler smells and hints, now, even the sustained flow of air up the side of the hill cannot blow away the smell of ponies - ponies who are relatively clean and of subtler scent - and of the rubber, cloth, wood, steel, and guncotton they carry besides. She slithers through the ill-defined grey until she descends from the otherworldly grey hilltop to the side of the bay.
As she descends below the cloud layer, she sees the rim of the great north bay, and more importantly, she sees her prey. Twelve of them. Twelve friends. They wear thick rubber masks with goggles and filters that obscure their muzzles and eyes. They wear big, rounded, green-painted steel helmets over their heads, and where their manes and tails stick out they are tied up. They wear long, thick tan leather jackets, and beneath those, thick green nylon vests. Most carry long, wooden rifles, but one carries what must be bigger than a rifle, and another one - is it two? - carry a wooden device much shorter, while at least two have no visible arms at all. Two of them are mares, and the remainder are likely stallions, though it's honestly hard to tell with all of the clothing, and even the mares are distinguished only because of the thinner masks that show off the features of tan and white faces. The entire group proceeds upwards in a careful trot, up the side of the hill, and towards Kira's position.
flick flick
Kira can taste the frienship. It's not coming from within the airship - to be sure, she can smell that too. No. It's not that far away at all, a few hundred meters or so. Down the hill. Kira slithers along her way, along the thin winter grass and across the rock and gravel towards her equine quarry. The sea fog continues to obscure her field of vision ahead, but her olfactory sense becomes more acute. Whereas before the stronger, sudden gusts of wind would blow away the subtler smells and hints, now, even the sustained flow of air up the side of the hill cannot blow away the smell of ponies - ponies who are relatively clean and of subtler scent - and of the rubber, cloth, wood, steel, and guncotton they carry besides. She slithers through the ill-defined grey until she descends from the otherworldly grey hilltop to the side of the bay.
As she descends below the cloud layer, she sees the rim of the great north bay, and more importantly, she sees her prey. Twelve of them. Twelve friends. They wear thick rubber masks with goggles and filters that obscure their muzzles and eyes. They wear big, rounded, green-painted steel helmets over their heads, and where their manes and tails stick out they are tied up. They wear long, thick tan leather jackets, and beneath those, thick green nylon vests. Most carry long, wooden rifles, but one carries what must be bigger than a rifle, and another one - is it two? - carry a wooden device much shorter, while at least two have no visible arms at all. Two of them are mares, and the remainder are likely stallions, though it's honestly hard to tell with all of the clothing, and even the mares are distinguished only because of the thinner masks that show off the features of tan and white faces. The entire group proceeds upwards in a careful trot, up the side of the hill, and towards Kira's position.
>>190451
Hide : Kira's immediate concern is making sure she's hidden from the view of these approaching ponies.
[1d20+13 = (1+13) = 14]
Once she feels safely out of sight, she takes the Lieutenant's cap gotten from the airship and checks if the specific smell of friendship on the cap matches the smell of friendship of any of these ponies.
Hide : Kira's immediate concern is making sure she's hidden from the view of these approaching ponies.
[1d20+13 = (1+13) = 14]
Once she feels safely out of sight, she takes the Lieutenant's cap gotten from the airship and checks if the specific smell of friendship on the cap matches the smell of friendship of any of these ponies.
>>190452
The ponies look around, and one looks up towards Kira. He extends a hoof.
"Впереди. Ужасное явление. Рядом с"
Another speaks,
"Да, товарищ. Я это вижу"
He points out, and the ponies start to crouch and move out, advancing but more slowly, and one, now two rifles are leveled at Kira. This happens even as Kira may feel safe.
The ponies look around, and one looks up towards Kira. He extends a hoof.
"Впереди. Ужасное явление. Рядом с"
Another speaks,
"Да, товарищ. Я это вижу"
He points out, and the ponies start to crouch and move out, advancing but more slowly, and one, now two rifles are leveled at Kira. This happens even as Kira may feel safe.
>>190451
Cavaliere also attempts to hide, and silently move to the left of the group of ponies.
Hide: [1d20+3 = (20+3) = 23]
Move silently: [1d20+11 = (20+11) = 31]
Cavaliere also attempts to hide, and silently move to the left of the group of ponies.
Hide: [1d20+3 = (20+3) = 23]
Move silently: [1d20+11 = (20+11) = 31]
>>190454
Not good. Kira's an experienced enough hunter to know that these ponies are currently hunting her. And she's fairly certain that none of the ponies from the airship would speak that weird Severyanan language that Silver and the commie ponies speak. This must be a group of the GRU ponies. This is bad, especially with them being so close to the airship.
Kira very quickly weighs her options. She thinks she's been seen, and she needs to make a decision now. Seeing that they're weighed down with equipment, Kira quickly formulates a plan. She starts with trying to stall these ponies. Keeping the radio behind her and out of sight, Kira presses the transmit button with one of her forelegs so the party can hear her over the radio while she waves to the ponies with the other. She speaks fairly loudly to make she she's heard over the radio.
"Oh, uh, hi there! W-what are you fine gentleponies doing on this fine day? Do...do any of you happen to speak Ponish?"
Not good. Kira's an experienced enough hunter to know that these ponies are currently hunting her. And she's fairly certain that none of the ponies from the airship would speak that weird Severyanan language that Silver and the commie ponies speak. This must be a group of the GRU ponies. This is bad, especially with them being so close to the airship.
Kira very quickly weighs her options. She thinks she's been seen, and she needs to make a decision now. Seeing that they're weighed down with equipment, Kira quickly formulates a plan. She starts with trying to stall these ponies. Keeping the radio behind her and out of sight, Kira presses the transmit button with one of her forelegs so the party can hear her over the radio while she waves to the ponies with the other. She speaks fairly loudly to make she she's heard over the radio.
"Oh, uh, hi there! W-what are you fine gentleponies doing on this fine day? Do...do any of you happen to speak Ponish?"
>>190455
This isn't super easy as the group has spread out. However, they are distracted, and Cavaliere seems unseen.
>>190457
Speaking to each other, "Это первое мерзкое создание, которое говорит с нами?"
Replying,
"Это все еще чуждо, и оно говорит с нами на иностранном языке. Держи глаза открытыми. Никогда не было просто одного. Будь готов."
But they don't speak to Kira at all. They speak to each other.
Two ponies start to move towards Kira rapidly, prompting one carrying a thicker rifle to raise a hoof in the air:
"Стой! Нет, ты дурак. Он пытается завести тебя в засаду в тумане. Оставайтесь вместе."
This isn't super easy as the group has spread out. However, they are distracted, and Cavaliere seems unseen.
>>190457
Speaking to each other, "Это первое мерзкое создание, которое говорит с нами?"
Replying,
"Это все еще чуждо, и оно говорит с нами на иностранном языке. Держи глаза открытыми. Никогда не было просто одного. Будь готов."
But they don't speak to Kira at all. They speak to each other.
Two ponies start to move towards Kira rapidly, prompting one carrying a thicker rifle to raise a hoof in the air:
"Стой! Нет, ты дурак. Он пытается завести тебя в засаду в тумане. Оставайтесь вместе."
>>190458
Kira tries slowly moving away from the location of the airponies, drawing these GRU ponies away from her compatriots. She really hopes the others can hear all of this over the radio she's transmitting from.
"H-hey, you all kinda have me at a disadvantage here. You know, speaking all of that...Severyanan? I think? And...pointing all of those...gulp...guns in my direction...I-I'm just a scared, lonely lamia, on an island full of monsters."
Kira tries slowly moving away from the location of the airponies, drawing these GRU ponies away from her compatriots. She really hopes the others can hear all of this over the radio she's transmitting from.
"H-hey, you all kinda have me at a disadvantage here. You know, speaking all of that...Severyanan? I think? And...pointing all of those...gulp...guns in my direction...I-I'm just a scared, lonely lamia, on an island full of monsters."
>>190458
Cavaliere remains in his hiding spot, waiting to see what happens. If only he spoke Severyanan….
Cavaliere remains in his hiding spot, waiting to see what happens. If only he spoke Severyanan….
>>190460
>>190459
"Почему он говорит с нами?" Says one,
The one with the larger rifle, the one who stands taller replies:
"Имеет ли это значение? Ты и так хорошо знаешь, чего оно хочет. У него плохие намерения. Оно говорит только чтобы обмануть. Какой-то бедный иностранец, должно быть, стал его жертвой, и теперь оно лишило его способности говорить.Мы не будем молчать. Мы ответим звуком наших пушек. Будь на чеку, за туманом и под камнями притаились другие."
The group as a whole moves a bit to the right, away from Cavaliere but towards Kira, slowly and delibertely.
But then two raise their rifles, take aim at Kira, and
CRACK
[1d20+5 = (17+5) = 22]
[2d8 = 8]
CRACK
[1d20+5 = (3+5) = 8]
[2d8 = 9]
>>190459
"Почему он говорит с нами?" Says one,
The one with the larger rifle, the one who stands taller replies:
"Имеет ли это значение? Ты и так хорошо знаешь, чего оно хочет. У него плохие намерения. Оно говорит только чтобы обмануть. Какой-то бедный иностранец, должно быть, стал его жертвой, и теперь оно лишило его способности говорить.Мы не будем молчать. Мы ответим звуком наших пушек. Будь на чеку, за туманом и под камнями притаились другие."
The group as a whole moves a bit to the right, away from Cavaliere but towards Kira, slowly and delibertely.
But then two raise their rifles, take aim at Kira, and
CRACK
[1d20+5 = (17+5) = 22]
[2d8 = 8]
CRACK
[1d20+5 = (3+5) = 8]
[2d8 = 9]
Posey combs her mane and redoes her war bun, slipping back into spiky bone armor. She pins her mane with throwing needles and securing the blades to her braid and tail.
She takes time to make sure she looks fabulously terrifying, humming to herself merrily as she goes. She makes no effort to hide her excitement for battle.
She takes time to make sure she looks fabulously terrifying, humming to herself merrily as she goes. She makes no effort to hide her excitement for battle.
>>190464
Is this encounter going to involve me? I thought Cavalier and Kira were going solo. I do need to sleep soon, but I can stay up if I'm involved.
Is this encounter going to involve me? I thought Cavalier and Kira were going solo. I do need to sleep soon, but I can stay up if I'm involved.
>>190464
Without knowing what circumstances he is experiencing, I'll adjourn by saying that whatever situation he is experiencing, he was EXPECTING to hear gunfire, and is thereby in a position to not be distracted by and/or take advantage of any enemy movements and responses to the stimuli.
On the one hand, it gives him a prime opportunity to observe how the enemy force responds to unanticipated stimuli. Are they coordinated, like a unit of individuals? Are they more organic like those led by a hive mind?
I'll be happy to roll any requisite insight/wisdom checks to discern (if discernable) whether any reactionaries are thinkin for themselves.
On the other hand, it could afford him an opportunity to sneak,... closer
Without knowing what circumstances he is experiencing, I'll adjourn by saying that whatever situation he is experiencing, he was EXPECTING to hear gunfire, and is thereby in a position to not be distracted by and/or take advantage of any enemy movements and responses to the stimuli.
On the one hand, it gives him a prime opportunity to observe how the enemy force responds to unanticipated stimuli. Are they coordinated, like a unit of individuals? Are they more organic like those led by a hive mind?
I'll be happy to roll any requisite insight/wisdom checks to discern (if discernable) whether any reactionaries are thinkin for themselves.
On the other hand, it could afford him an opportunity to sneak,... closer
>>190461
The second bullet misses, but the first...
"HISS!"
There's a spray of blood as the rifle bullet hits Kira, punching easily through her leather lamellar armor that was never meant to stop bullets and goes through the side of her pony half.
She has one trick up her sleeve she didn't want to half to use already, but Kira feels like it's an appropriate enough emergency...
Putting the radio away, Kira offers up a prayer to Ouroboros and the spirits of nature. Putting her hooves together, she speaks to them, "Come on, guys...I really need you here...help me..." To her surprise and delight, her hooves start glowing with a holy light, getting her to chuckle and smile. Closing her eyes and yelling with determination she slams them into the earth below her, the light spreading from her hooves along the ground towards the middle of the group of Spetsnaz ponies.
Entangle: All of a sudden, the grass around the hooves of the Spetsnaz troops grows and wraps around their legs, holding them in place. Even where the ground is bare, new grass, previously asleep but now roused by Kira's magic, sprouts from the ground to aid their brethren in keeping the ponies from moving.
This spell affects a very large radius around the center of the group of commie ponies (around 640 ft. (400 ft. + 40ft. per caster level)). The spell lasts for 6 minutes (1 minute per caster level). For the duration of the spell, all of the commies in the area move at half speed, and the plants in the area will attempt to entangle all of the commies, requiring succeeding on a Reflex check or else becoming entangled (I think the DC is 20? It doesn't say on the SRD.). Ponies who are entangled may take a full round action to break free by succeeding on either a DC 20 Strength check or a DC 20 Escape Artist check. Every round, the plants in the area will attempt to re-entangle anyone who either avoids entanglement or manages to break free.
With her standard action taken care of, Kira attempts to flee into the clouds, taking care to travel away from the airship as to not lead the GRU towards her friends.
The second bullet misses, but the first...
"HISS!"
There's a spray of blood as the rifle bullet hits Kira, punching easily through her leather lamellar armor that was never meant to stop bullets and goes through the side of her pony half.
She has one trick up her sleeve she didn't want to half to use already, but Kira feels like it's an appropriate enough emergency...
Putting the radio away, Kira offers up a prayer to Ouroboros and the spirits of nature. Putting her hooves together, she speaks to them, "Come on, guys...I really need you here...help me..." To her surprise and delight, her hooves start glowing with a holy light, getting her to chuckle and smile. Closing her eyes and yelling with determination she slams them into the earth below her, the light spreading from her hooves along the ground towards the middle of the group of Spetsnaz ponies.
Entangle: All of a sudden, the grass around the hooves of the Spetsnaz troops grows and wraps around their legs, holding them in place. Even where the ground is bare, new grass, previously asleep but now roused by Kira's magic, sprouts from the ground to aid their brethren in keeping the ponies from moving.
This spell affects a very large radius around the center of the group of commie ponies (around 640 ft. (400 ft. + 40ft. per caster level)). The spell lasts for 6 minutes (1 minute per caster level). For the duration of the spell, all of the commies in the area move at half speed, and the plants in the area will attempt to entangle all of the commies, requiring succeeding on a Reflex check or else becoming entangled (I think the DC is 20? It doesn't say on the SRD.). Ponies who are entangled may take a full round action to break free by succeeding on either a DC 20 Strength check or a DC 20 Escape Artist check. Every round, the plants in the area will attempt to re-entangle anyone who either avoids entanglement or manages to break free.
With her standard action taken care of, Kira attempts to flee into the clouds, taking care to travel away from the airship as to not lead the GRU towards her friends.
>>190461
Cavaliere draws his revolver, aims at the large stallion who seems to be their leader…
But does not fire. When Kira entangles the enemy ponies, he circles around the enemy group, out of sight, opposite Kira. Best not to give away his position just yet, and he will act on Kira's lead.
Cavaliere draws his revolver, aims at the large stallion who seems to be their leader…
But does not fire. When Kira entangles the enemy ponies, he circles around the enemy group, out of sight, opposite Kira. Best not to give away his position just yet, and he will act on Kira's lead.
>>190468
>With her standard action taken care of, Kira attempts to flee into the clouds, taking care to travel away from the airship as to not lead the GRU towards her friends.
Good call. If you take the Run action later, you should easily be able to outrun them, since you have woodland stride and should be able to move faster overland on natural terrain. Plus they're entangled.
>With her standard action taken care of, Kira attempts to flee into the clouds, taking care to travel away from the airship as to not lead the GRU towards her friends.
Good call. If you take the Run action later, you should easily be able to outrun them, since you have woodland stride and should be able to move faster overland on natural terrain. Plus they're entangled.
>>190464
>The sound of gunfire is nearer than before, but all she sees is grey.
".... Do you think they have it covered?" Posey ponders out loud, to anyone around to hear
>The sound of gunfire is nearer than before, but all she sees is grey.
".... Do you think they have it covered?" Posey ponders out loud, to anyone around to hear
>>190468
>>190469
With the subtle glow of yellow-green light, grass moves outwards and upwards, wrapping around the hooves of the various ponies. Some ponies turn their heads downwards towards the intrusive blades of grass, while others look around at the surrounding environment, or to each other. Most chatter amongst themselves, though two seem to not notice until after the passage of several seconds.
"Что это?"
"Какое это колдовство?"
"Теперь у него есть магия земных пони"
"Вы удивлены, что у него есть фокусы? Переместитесь из этого положения; он спланировал атаку."
"Если это ловушка, разве не следует нам заманить её сюда? В тумане будет трудно направлять артиллерию.
The voices convey exasperation, fear, betrayal, anger, resolve, and in the latter-most case, calm. Most of the ponies try to move their hooves to free themselves from the grass, though the act of freeing a hoof all too often simply results in said freed hoof becoming entangled once it meets with the ground.
clack clack clack
Kira hears what she can recognize as gunfire, automatic gunfire. But it's shot into the ground, into the foliage.
Into the radio,
"На нас напали улучшенные местные растения. Возможно, потребуется дефолианты."
And to the group, "Убирайся!"
But, as Kira tries to move away,
Crack
She is shot at again
[1d20+3 = (16+3) = 19]
[2d8 = 11]
Crack
Again, by a random pony
[1d20+3 = (13+3) = 16]
[2d8 = 7]
Crack
By still another rifle pony
[1d20+2 = (3+2) = 5]
[2d8 = 2]
>>190469
With the subtle glow of yellow-green light, grass moves outwards and upwards, wrapping around the hooves of the various ponies. Some ponies turn their heads downwards towards the intrusive blades of grass, while others look around at the surrounding environment, or to each other. Most chatter amongst themselves, though two seem to not notice until after the passage of several seconds.
"Что это?"
"Какое это колдовство?"
"Теперь у него есть магия земных пони"
"Вы удивлены, что у него есть фокусы? Переместитесь из этого положения; он спланировал атаку."
"Если это ловушка, разве не следует нам заманить её сюда? В тумане будет трудно направлять артиллерию.
The voices convey exasperation, fear, betrayal, anger, resolve, and in the latter-most case, calm. Most of the ponies try to move their hooves to free themselves from the grass, though the act of freeing a hoof all too often simply results in said freed hoof becoming entangled once it meets with the ground.
clack clack clack
Kira hears what she can recognize as gunfire, automatic gunfire. But it's shot into the ground, into the foliage.
Into the radio,
"На нас напали улучшенные местные растения. Возможно, потребуется дефолианты."
And to the group, "Убирайся!"
But, as Kira tries to move away,
Crack
She is shot at again
[1d20+3 = (16+3) = 19]
[2d8 = 11]
Crack
Again, by a random pony
[1d20+3 = (13+3) = 16]
[2d8 = 7]
Crack
By still another rifle pony
[1d20+2 = (3+2) = 5]
[2d8 = 2]
>>190474
Kira is shot again, and again, small clouds of crimson aerosolized into the surrounding cloud banks reminding her that the primitive equipment of her people is not meant to stop bullets. She feels weak, and the edges of her vision start to close in, but adrenaline helps her barely manage to keep running...err, slithering as fast as she can into the clouds, hoping and praying that it obscures the vision of the GRU enough that she can escape.
Kira is shot again, and again, small clouds of crimson aerosolized into the surrounding cloud banks reminding her that the primitive equipment of her people is not meant to stop bullets. She feels weak, and the edges of her vision start to close in, but adrenaline helps her barely manage to keep running...err, slithering as fast as she can into the clouds, hoping and praying that it obscures the vision of the GRU enough that she can escape.
>>190475
As Kira proceeds onwards, into the cloud and haze, and past outcroppings of rocks that now are likely more than welcome, she can hear "whip" and "whiz," sounds she knows must be bullets flying past her. But the group of ponies seems to desire neither to drown her in bullets nor to chase her down, but rather only to move slowly and methodically onto a battle they surely must assume will be decisive, and they have no intention of losing.
Kira is surrounded by black and grey. But it's only the gravel, the rocks, and the fog.
As Kira proceeds onwards, into the cloud and haze, and past outcroppings of rocks that now are likely more than welcome, she can hear "whip" and "whiz," sounds she knows must be bullets flying past her. But the group of ponies seems to desire neither to drown her in bullets nor to chase her down, but rather only to move slowly and methodically onto a battle they surely must assume will be decisive, and they have no intention of losing.
Kira is surrounded by black and grey. But it's only the gravel, the rocks, and the fog.
is patiently rooting for Kira and Cavalier
>>190476
Kira's running off more of instinct and adrenaline than active thought at the moment. As soon as there's a break in the bullets, she turns to move towards the airship.
Survival: The animalistic part of her that knows she's being hunted instructs her to cover her tracks as best as she can. She can't lead her hunters to her.
[1d20+11 = (16+11) = 27]
Kira's running off more of instinct and adrenaline than active thought at the moment. As soon as there's a break in the bullets, she turns to move towards the airship.
Survival: The animalistic part of her that knows she's being hunted instructs her to cover her tracks as best as she can. She can't lead her hunters to her.
[1d20+11 = (16+11) = 27]
>>190479
If Kira was more coherent at the moment, she'd send a mental message to Cavaliere to flee rather than fight.
If Kira was more coherent at the moment, she'd send a mental message to Cavaliere to flee rather than fight.
>>190479
I think a new hide check is in order
Cavaliere can see that the pony, stuck in the grass, gets hit in the chest, almost from behind. His second shot, however, seems to hit the nylon jacket at an angle and fails to stick. There's an "uck," and then yelling,
"Сука Блять! петрушка в кустах, сто пятьдесят градусов"
Many of the ponies in the group, formerly focused in the direction of Kira, now look back towards Cavaliere.
>>190478
Blood. Kira is trailing blood. More than once, Kira has wounded a great buffalo or gazelle, only to track the trail of blood it leaves as it finds the shade of a tree to die under. Now, it's her turn to be the wounded gazelle.
I think a new hide check is in order
Cavaliere can see that the pony, stuck in the grass, gets hit in the chest, almost from behind. His second shot, however, seems to hit the nylon jacket at an angle and fails to stick. There's an "uck," and then yelling,
"Сука Блять! петрушка в кустах, сто пятьдесят градусов"
Many of the ponies in the group, formerly focused in the direction of Kira, now look back towards Cavaliere.
>>190478
Blood. Kira is trailing blood. More than once, Kira has wounded a great buffalo or gazelle, only to track the trail of blood it leaves as it finds the shade of a tree to die under. Now, it's her turn to be the wounded gazelle.
>>190481
Cavaliere attempts to stay hidden. [1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
But he continues to shoot at the enemy squad leader.
[1d20+6 = (4+6) = 10]
[2d6 = 8]
[1d20+6 = (13+6) = 19]
[2d6 = 7]
Cavaliere attempts to stay hidden. [1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
But he continues to shoot at the enemy squad leader.
[1d20+6 = (4+6) = 10]
[2d6 = 8]
[1d20+6 = (13+6) = 19]
[2d6 = 7]
>>190482
The pony is hit, again, and coughs blood
"Огневое прикрытие, огневое прикрытие"
This pony ceases to take the effort of moving, and decides to simply embrace the grass, and crouches down.
Soon, more ponies follow, turning and crouching down.
Blindly, multiple ponies fire
[1d20 = 3]
[2d8 = 12]
[1d20 = 10]
[2d8 = 11]
[1d20 = 4]
[2d8 = 8]
[1d20 = 17]
[2d8 = 7]
[1d20 = 9]
[2d8 = 6]
[1d20 = 18]
[2d8 = 7]
[1d20 = 7]
21 is pretty good, but there's supposed to be a -20 penalty hiding after a ranged attack
The pony is hit, again, and coughs blood
"Огневое прикрытие, огневое прикрытие"
This pony ceases to take the effort of moving, and decides to simply embrace the grass, and crouches down.
Soon, more ponies follow, turning and crouching down.
Blindly, multiple ponies fire
[1d20 = 3]
[2d8 = 12]
[1d20 = 10]
[2d8 = 11]
[1d20 = 4]
[2d8 = 8]
[1d20 = 17]
[2d8 = 7]
[1d20 = 9]
[2d8 = 6]
[1d20 = 18]
[2d8 = 7]
[1d20 = 7]
21 is pretty good, but there's supposed to be a -20 penalty hiding after a ranged attack
>>190481
With the tip of her tail, Kira mixes the trail of blood she leaves behind into the rocks and earth, hopefully hiding her visual tracks. So far she hasn't noticed that the ponies have a particularly strong sense of smell...yet...
With the tip of her tail, Kira mixes the trail of blood she leaves behind into the rocks and earth, hopefully hiding her visual tracks. So far she hasn't noticed that the ponies have a particularly strong sense of smell...yet...
>>190483
Oh, you're right
The handbook also states: Concealment Miss Chance: Concealment gives the subject of a successful attack a 20% chance that the attacker missed because of the concealment. If the attacker hits, the defender must make a miss chance percentile roll to avoid being struck. (To expedite play, make both rolls at the same time). Multiple concealment conditions (such as a defender in a dog and under the effect of a blur spell) do not stack.
Two of those attacks would have hit, so maybe roll for the miss chance?
>>190484
Hopefully a combination of her entangling spell and Cavaliere's distraction buys her enough time to escape.
Oh, you're right
The handbook also states: Concealment Miss Chance: Concealment gives the subject of a successful attack a 20% chance that the attacker missed because of the concealment. If the attacker hits, the defender must make a miss chance percentile roll to avoid being struck. (To expedite play, make both rolls at the same time). Multiple concealment conditions (such as a defender in a dog and under the effect of a blur spell) do not stack.
Two of those attacks would have hit, so maybe roll for the miss chance?
>>190484
Hopefully a combination of her entangling spell and Cavaliere's distraction buys her enough time to escape.
>>190492
>>190493
The soldiers firing in Cavaliere's general direction mostly miss him, but two do not. He is winged–quite literally, as a bullet rips through his contour feathers. He might still be able to fly, but his luck is running low. A second shot hits him below the shoulder, missing anything vital but nonetheless leaving a painful exit wound.
It's certainly time to leave. He takes a move action to retrieve a smoke grenade from his belt, a standard action to throw it just in front of him, and a move action behind to get some extra space. If only he had a lethal grenade for those immobilized enemies….
>>190493
The soldiers firing in Cavaliere's general direction mostly miss him, but two do not. He is winged–quite literally, as a bullet rips through his contour feathers. He might still be able to fly, but his luck is running low. A second shot hits him below the shoulder, missing anything vital but nonetheless leaving a painful exit wound.
It's certainly time to leave. He takes a move action to retrieve a smoke grenade from his belt, a standard action to throw it just in front of him, and a move action behind to get some extra space. If only he had a lethal grenade for those immobilized enemies….
>>190495
>>190496
I've been working under the assumption that Cavaliere has been prone this whole time. Wait…
I forgot to account for that. If Cavaliere had been prone he would have a ranged AC of 19. Maybe I should not have been declaring actions under a mental fog.
>>190496
I've been working under the assumption that Cavaliere has been prone this whole time. Wait…
I forgot to account for that. If Cavaliere had been prone he would have a ranged AC of 19. Maybe I should not have been declaring actions under a mental fog.
>>190499
Cavliere hears cracks, bangs, and the tat tat tat of automatic fire. He hears whizzing and whistles as bullets pass by. But without the report of his own gun, nor the muzzle flash to betray his location, the enemy fire is inaccurate. While flying isn't safe quite yet, he can at least crawl backwards, and out of his position.
Cavliere hears cracks, bangs, and the tat tat tat of automatic fire. He hears whizzing and whistles as bullets pass by. But without the report of his own gun, nor the muzzle flash to betray his location, the enemy fire is inaccurate. While flying isn't safe quite yet, he can at least crawl backwards, and out of his position.
Does anypony want Posey to send her Dreads to back up Kira and Cavalier? Or join combat herself?
Posey doesn't mind being shot. The Dreads are expendable.
Posey doesn't mind being shot. The Dreads are expendable.
>>190501
Posey's Dreads have a 40 ft fly speed with good maneuverability. They have +4 Racial bonus to spot and listen. They should easily be able to find the battlefield from the direction of the gunfire.
She could order her Dreads to fire at the GRU, to harass them and draw attention away from Cavalier and Kira, which would give them cover to escape. They may also enter melee and use their Frightful Presence to weaken GRU morale.
If they're destroyed, I don't mind. They cost 1050 gp to produce, but I got them for free from a demon so it's a small loss on my part to defend the party and get past this encounter. I got some good mileage out of them this adventure.
Just say the words and I will send them out. I don't want to steal anypony's thunder unless they ask for it.
If you would rather Posey order them to obey Kira or Cavalier's commands, their stats are here:
https://www.realmshelps.net/monsters/block/Dread%7Calpha%7CD%7CUndead
Small Undead
Alignment: Always neutral evil
Initiative: +3 (Dex); Senses: darkvision 60 ft., Listen +5, and Spot +5
AC: 16 (+1 size, +3 Dex, +2 natural), touch 14, flat-footed 13
Hit Dice: 3d12 (19 hp); DR: 5/bludgeoning
Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +4
Speed: Fly 40 ft. (good)
Space: 5 ft./5 ft.
Base Attack +1; Grapple -2
Attack: Longsword +3 melee (1d8+1/19-20) or claw +3 melee (1d3+1)
Full Attack: Longsword +3 melee (1d8+1/19-20) or 2 claws +3 melee (1d3+1)
Special Attacks/Actions: Frightful presence
Abilities: Str 12, Dex 16, Con -, Int -, Wis 12, Cha 1
Special Qualities: immunity to cold, undead traits, weapon use
Feats:
Skills: Listen +5 and Spot +5
Advancement: 4 HD (Small); 5-6 HD (Medium)
Climate/Terrain: Any
Organization: Solitary, pair, or gang (3-4)
Treasure/Possessions: None
Source: Lost Empires of Faerûn
Frightful Presence (Su): Any creature with 2 or fewer HD within 30 feet of a dread must succeed on a DC 12 Will save or become shaken for 2d6 rounds. A creature that is already shaken (by the frightful presence of a second dread, for example) becomes frightened instead. If the creature is already frightened, the dread's frightful presence produces no further effect. A successful save renders the creature immune to that dread's frightful presence for 24 hours. Frightful presence is a mind-affecting fear effect. The save DC is Wisdom-based.
Weapon Use (Ex): A Medium dread can use weapons sized for Medium creatures with no penalty, since its arms are roughly the same size as those of a Medium humanoid.
Skills: A dread has a +4 racial bonus on Listen and Spot checks.
Dreads attack relentlessly as ordered by their creator. The necromantic magic used in their creation surrounds them with an aura of supernatural fear.
A dread is a pair of animated skeletal arms created for use as an undead guardian. Like a skeleton, it is a mindless automaton that obeys the commands of its master, but it also carries an aura of supernatural terror. Each of a dread's arms is 2 to 4 feet long and weighs 10 to 40 pounds.
Posey's Dreads have a 40 ft fly speed with good maneuverability. They have +4 Racial bonus to spot and listen. They should easily be able to find the battlefield from the direction of the gunfire.
She could order her Dreads to fire at the GRU, to harass them and draw attention away from Cavalier and Kira, which would give them cover to escape. They may also enter melee and use their Frightful Presence to weaken GRU morale.
If they're destroyed, I don't mind. They cost 1050 gp to produce, but I got them for free from a demon so it's a small loss on my part to defend the party and get past this encounter. I got some good mileage out of them this adventure.
Just say the words and I will send them out. I don't want to steal anypony's thunder unless they ask for it.
If you would rather Posey order them to obey Kira or Cavalier's commands, their stats are here:
https://www.realmshelps.net/monsters/block/Dread%7Calpha%7CD%7CUndead
Small Undead
Alignment: Always neutral evil
Initiative: +3 (Dex); Senses: darkvision 60 ft., Listen +5, and Spot +5
AC: 16 (+1 size, +3 Dex, +2 natural), touch 14, flat-footed 13
Hit Dice: 3d12 (19 hp); DR: 5/bludgeoning
Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +4
Speed: Fly 40 ft. (good)
Space: 5 ft./5 ft.
Base Attack +1; Grapple -2
Attack: Longsword +3 melee (1d8+1/19-20) or claw +3 melee (1d3+1)
Full Attack: Longsword +3 melee (1d8+1/19-20) or 2 claws +3 melee (1d3+1)
Special Attacks/Actions: Frightful presence
Abilities: Str 12, Dex 16, Con -, Int -, Wis 12, Cha 1
Special Qualities: immunity to cold, undead traits, weapon use
Feats:
Skills: Listen +5 and Spot +5
Advancement: 4 HD (Small); 5-6 HD (Medium)
Climate/Terrain: Any
Organization: Solitary, pair, or gang (3-4)
Treasure/Possessions: None
Source: Lost Empires of Faerûn
Frightful Presence (Su): Any creature with 2 or fewer HD within 30 feet of a dread must succeed on a DC 12 Will save or become shaken for 2d6 rounds. A creature that is already shaken (by the frightful presence of a second dread, for example) becomes frightened instead. If the creature is already frightened, the dread's frightful presence produces no further effect. A successful save renders the creature immune to that dread's frightful presence for 24 hours. Frightful presence is a mind-affecting fear effect. The save DC is Wisdom-based.
Weapon Use (Ex): A Medium dread can use weapons sized for Medium creatures with no penalty, since its arms are roughly the same size as those of a Medium humanoid.
Skills: A dread has a +4 racial bonus on Listen and Spot checks.
Dreads attack relentlessly as ordered by their creator. The necromantic magic used in their creation surrounds them with an aura of supernatural fear.
A dread is a pair of animated skeletal arms created for use as an undead guardian. Like a skeleton, it is a mindless automaton that obeys the commands of its master, but it also carries an aura of supernatural terror. Each of a dread's arms is 2 to 4 feet long and weighs 10 to 40 pounds.
>>190500
And so he does! Even if shooting the enemy leader does nothing but enrage him, it's enough of a distraction to serve its purpose. Mindful that the smoke will attract their attention, he slinks away, then makes greater haste through the fog, zigzagging until he is at a decently safe distance. Then, he will look for the wounded lamia's trail.
And so he does! Even if shooting the enemy leader does nothing but enrage him, it's enough of a distraction to serve its purpose. Mindful that the smoke will attract their attention, he slinks away, then makes greater haste through the fog, zigzagging until he is at a decently safe distance. Then, he will look for the wounded lamia's trail.
Okay, fuck it.
We will redo the scene of cavaliere attacking the GRU squad with a stricter, and more realistic application of the rules.
Cavaliere has stealth and is behind the group, who are trying to get out of the entanglement.
Cavaliere's turn
We will redo the scene of cavaliere attacking the GRU squad with a stricter, and more realistic application of the rules.
Cavaliere has stealth and is behind the group, who are trying to get out of the entanglement.
Cavaliere's turn
>>190568
Cavaliere drops to prone and aims to shoot the enemy squad leader. Does he have to take a -4 malus when rolling to hit with a ranged weapon? In 3.5e that is intended to apply to bows, but he has a gun.
Cavaliere drops to prone and aims to shoot the enemy squad leader. Does he have to take a -4 malus when rolling to hit with a ranged weapon? In 3.5e that is intended to apply to bows, but he has a gun.
>>190572
Hmmmm.... Given that most military firearms are meant to be shot from the prone position, it would make sense that they still function well in prone
Hmmmm.... Given that most military firearms are meant to be shot from the prone position, it would make sense that they still function well in prone
>>190573
Then a one-two shot is what happens.
[1d20+6 = (3+6) = 9]
[2d6 = 6]
[1d20+6 = (9+6) = 15]
[2d6 = 11]
And of course he tries to stay hidden immediately afterwards. The direction of gunfire may give him away, but he is aided by the fact no eyes are in his direction yet and by the fog that pervades the area.
[1d20+3 = (1+3) = 4]
Then a one-two shot is what happens.
[1d20+6 = (3+6) = 9]
[2d6 = 6]
[1d20+6 = (9+6) = 15]
[2d6 = 11]
And of course he tries to stay hidden immediately afterwards. The direction of gunfire may give him away, but he is aided by the fact no eyes are in his direction yet and by the fog that pervades the area.
[1d20+3 = (1+3) = 4]
>>190574
One shot hits the pony, who gags
"Там! В скалах!"
He turns towards Cavaliere, and takes two shots with his automatic rifle. He tries to move and adjust his position, but the grass gets in the way.
[1d20-1 = (10-1) = 9]
[2d8 = 9]
[1d20 = 20]
[2d8 = 7]
Then several rifle ponies join in,
[1d20+1 = (3+1) = 4]
[2d8 = 13]
[1d20+1 = (18+1) = 19]
[2d8 = 14]
[1d20+1 = (12+1) = 13]
[2d8 = 6]
[1d20+1 = (8+1) = 9]
[2d8 = 10]
And another, with a submachine gun, turns to fire towards Cavaliere
[1d20-2 = (14-2) = 12]
[2d6 = 9]
[1d20-2 = (10-2) = 8]
[2d6 = 5]
[1d20-2 = (18-2) = 16]
[2d6 = 7]
[1d20-2 = (19-2) = 17]
[2d6 = 6]
Several rifle ponies continue to look forward, and the machine gunner goes prone, as does the assistant machine gunner
One shot hits the pony, who gags
"Там! В скалах!"
He turns towards Cavaliere, and takes two shots with his automatic rifle. He tries to move and adjust his position, but the grass gets in the way.
[1d20-1 = (10-1) = 9]
[2d8 = 9]
[1d20 = 20]
[2d8 = 7]
Then several rifle ponies join in,
[1d20+1 = (3+1) = 4]
[2d8 = 13]
[1d20+1 = (18+1) = 19]
[2d8 = 14]
[1d20+1 = (12+1) = 13]
[2d8 = 6]
[1d20+1 = (8+1) = 9]
[2d8 = 10]
And another, with a submachine gun, turns to fire towards Cavaliere
[1d20-2 = (14-2) = 12]
[2d6 = 9]
[1d20-2 = (10-2) = 8]
[2d6 = 5]
[1d20-2 = (18-2) = 16]
[2d6 = 7]
[1d20-2 = (19-2) = 17]
[2d6 = 6]
Several rifle ponies continue to look forward, and the machine gunner goes prone, as does the assistant machine gunner
>>190578
We found some of the wounded airponies. Several are wounded and need medical attention.
Kira and Cavalier went off alone to track down the remaining airponies. They have run into communist GRU forces along the way, and the battle is not going their way. It looks like they might die.
We found some of the wounded airponies. Several are wounded and need medical attention.
Kira and Cavalier went off alone to track down the remaining airponies. They have run into communist GRU forces along the way, and the battle is not going their way. It looks like they might die.
>>190577
Cavaliere has a decent position, and almost all the bullets miss by quite a margin or zing over his head. Unfortunately, two find their mark and hit him squarely in the chest, leaving him wheezing.
He takes a move action to retrieve a smoke grenade, and a standard action to pull the pin and throw it between him and his adversaries, then a five-foot crawl to get some distance.
Sorry for wasting everypony's time
>>190578
Welcome back
Cavaliere has a decent position, and almost all the bullets miss by quite a margin or zing over his head. Unfortunately, two find their mark and hit him squarely in the chest, leaving him wheezing.
He takes a move action to retrieve a smoke grenade, and a standard action to pull the pin and throw it between him and his adversaries, then a five-foot crawl to get some distance.
Sorry for wasting everypony's time
>>190578
Welcome back
>>190582
The interior of the of the blimp’s carriage is not radically different from the last two aircraft Dust was in: cramped and elongated, with various dials, knobs, chairs and the like strewn about an aluminum interior. In the far left from the entrance, there is a big glass above for the cockpit, with its two seats, and a flight engineering station behind. Below the cockpit is a split lower level, presumably the bombadier’s station, with a door with a window. At the window, with his muzzle pressed up against the window is a peppered bat pony. His pupils are not the split, snake eyes of bat ponies, but massive, black orbs that have nearly swallowed the entire eyeball, and leaving only a thin rim of purple iris at the edges. Inside of the big, entirely black pupils are visible little white marks. They move like detritus across the view of a camera on the deep ocean floor, or like galaxies, infinitely distant, against the gulf-void of space. The pony smiles like a foal looking into a toy store, told he may have one item of his choosing. Cavaliere wanted no part of this, and has since put up a blanket to block the view.
In the other part of the cabin is a white stallion named pin up locker, who is injured. There is a separate stallion lying on a bunk bed, who is unconscious, and who Silver has since determined has internal bleeding and has suffered blunt trauma. A third stallion, the Captain, has awoken suffering delusions. But he was… kicked in the balls, and is still recovering from that.
The interior of the of the blimp’s carriage is not radically different from the last two aircraft Dust was in: cramped and elongated, with various dials, knobs, chairs and the like strewn about an aluminum interior. In the far left from the entrance, there is a big glass above for the cockpit, with its two seats, and a flight engineering station behind. Below the cockpit is a split lower level, presumably the bombadier’s station, with a door with a window. At the window, with his muzzle pressed up against the window is a peppered bat pony. His pupils are not the split, snake eyes of bat ponies, but massive, black orbs that have nearly swallowed the entire eyeball, and leaving only a thin rim of purple iris at the edges. Inside of the big, entirely black pupils are visible little white marks. They move like detritus across the view of a camera on the deep ocean floor, or like galaxies, infinitely distant, against the gulf-void of space. The pony smiles like a foal looking into a toy store, told he may have one item of his choosing. Cavaliere wanted no part of this, and has since put up a blanket to block the view.
In the other part of the cabin is a white stallion named pin up locker, who is injured. There is a separate stallion lying on a bunk bed, who is unconscious, and who Silver has since determined has internal bleeding and has suffered blunt trauma. A third stallion, the Captain, has awoken suffering delusions. But he was… kicked in the balls, and is still recovering from that.
>>190585
Cavaliere hears a crack, then another crack, then another. He sees the smoke rise. Quickly, but it could not possible feel quick enough. Then it becomes rapid. A half second later, and Cavaliere's eyes can distinguish that it isn’t his own smoke grenade, but a second source, moving outward very quickly in a circle, that envelopes the group of ponies in a thick fog, probably thicker than that up the hill. From within, Cavaliere soon hears a voice. It’s a mare. Singing. Her voice is rather nice, actually, though she sings loudly. Though she cannot compete with the sound of gunfire, she can at least broadcast her song in the lulls between shots. Though her voice cracks more than once at the volume, her song carries on.
“Полюшко, поле,
Полюшко, широко поле,
Едут ли по полю герои..”
The rifle cracks subside after only a few shots.
Cavaliere hears a crack, then another crack, then another. He sees the smoke rise. Quickly, but it could not possible feel quick enough. Then it becomes rapid. A half second later, and Cavaliere's eyes can distinguish that it isn’t his own smoke grenade, but a second source, moving outward very quickly in a circle, that envelopes the group of ponies in a thick fog, probably thicker than that up the hill. From within, Cavaliere soon hears a voice. It’s a mare. Singing. Her voice is rather nice, actually, though she sings loudly. Though she cannot compete with the sound of gunfire, she can at least broadcast her song in the lulls between shots. Though her voice cracks more than once at the volume, her song carries on.
“Полюшко, поле,
Полюшко, широко поле,
Едут ли по полю герои..”
The rifle cracks subside after only a few shots.
Fuck it.
Posey listens to the number of gunshots over the course of the rounds
"...Too many shots. It appears as though the trackers have failed to evade the marauders."
Posey addresses her Dreads
"Go out and kill whatever is attacking them. Enter melee with them to prevent the enemy from firing effectively, and flank them so that they group together. Use the archaic archaic weapons, to prevent suspicion of military activity. Once both Kira and Cavalier have escaped, continue fighting until the enemy perishes decisively retreats. After neutralizing the enemy, collect any item of value and report back to me."
Her Dreads both don polearms from Posey's equipment, abandoning their rifles, and fly towards the sounds of gunfire, taking the Run action until they find their targets. Each of them also picks up a weighted net.
Posey listens to the number of gunshots over the course of the rounds
"...Too many shots. It appears as though the trackers have failed to evade the marauders."
Posey addresses her Dreads
"Go out and kill whatever is attacking them. Enter melee with them to prevent the enemy from firing effectively, and flank them so that they group together. Use the archaic archaic weapons, to prevent suspicion of military activity. Once both Kira and Cavalier have escaped, continue fighting until the enemy perishes decisively retreats. After neutralizing the enemy, collect any item of value and report back to me."
Her Dreads both don polearms from Posey's equipment, abandoning their rifles, and fly towards the sounds of gunfire, taking the Run action until they find their targets. Each of them also picks up a weighted net.
>>190587
He takes note of the bizarre nature of this phenomenon, but due to the danger he is in and his injuries he cannot dwell long on his. At first he moves in a straight line to avoid getting enveloped as well, and then takes a left to circle around. Kira's trail should not be very hard to find, and he looks to catch up to her.
Survival: [1d20+3 = (8+3) = 11]
He takes note of the bizarre nature of this phenomenon, but due to the danger he is in and his injuries he cannot dwell long on his. At first he moves in a straight line to avoid getting enveloped as well, and then takes a left to circle around. Kira's trail should not be very hard to find, and he looks to catch up to her.
Survival: [1d20+3 = (8+3) = 11]
>>190588
But if they did advance down onto the hillside, beyond the grey veil of the cloud layer and onto the wide rim of the north bay, they’d see bellow them… what appears as if it’s another cloud, hugging low to the ground. It is a white cloud of smoke - Hexachloroethane and Aluminum Oxide - and of vaporous mist, moving gently in the direction of the dreads and the cloud level with the movement of the wind. The rapport of rifles has gone silent. But what they may hear is…
>>190589
>>190588
Within that mist, a young mare sings,
“Девушки плачут, и
Девушкам сегодня грустно.
Милый ли надолго уехал,
Эх, да милый в армию уехал.”
>>190588
The dreads may see the black griffin Cavaliere loping, maybe limping, past the mist between it and the cloud layer.
>>190589
Cavaliere knows she was on the opposite side. Dare he move past the mist?
She was trailing blood. Not a lot, but enough that likely another tracker could find it. He sees a trail going into the clouds.
But if they did advance down onto the hillside, beyond the grey veil of the cloud layer and onto the wide rim of the north bay, they’d see bellow them… what appears as if it’s another cloud, hugging low to the ground. It is a white cloud of smoke - Hexachloroethane and Aluminum Oxide - and of vaporous mist, moving gently in the direction of the dreads and the cloud level with the movement of the wind. The rapport of rifles has gone silent. But what they may hear is…
>>190589
>>190588
Within that mist, a young mare sings,
“Девушки плачут, и
Девушкам сегодня грустно.
Милый ли надолго уехал,
Эх, да милый в армию уехал.”
>>190588
The dreads may see the black griffin Cavaliere loping, maybe limping, past the mist between it and the cloud layer.
>>190589
Cavaliere knows she was on the opposite side. Dare he move past the mist?
She was trailing blood. Not a lot, but enough that likely another tracker could find it. He sees a trail going into the clouds.
>>190593
Now is not the time for risks. Cavaliere limps as far past the mist as he needs before he moves back south.
Now is not the time for risks. Cavaliere limps as far past the mist as he needs before he moves back south.
>>190593
>Within that mist, a young mare sings,
>
>“Девушки плачут, и
>Девушкам сегодня грустно.
>Милый ли надолго уехал,
>Эх, да милый в армию уехал.”
Awww, another mare who enjoys poetry. Now I feel a bit sad about killing her.
Then again, what's more poetic than death itself?
Posey also has no actual direct control over her dreads past this point, until or unless they get back within the range of her verbal commands. They will attack enemies on sight, with their polearms, using the same stats posted above. As mindless creatures, they have no tactics beyond the orders they were given in Posey's final order.
I need to go.
>Within that mist, a young mare sings,
>
>“Девушки плачут, и
>Девушкам сегодня грустно.
>Милый ли надолго уехал,
>Эх, да милый в армию уехал.”
Awww, another mare who enjoys poetry. Now I feel a bit sad about killing her.
Then again, what's more poetic than death itself?
Posey also has no actual direct control over her dreads past this point, until or unless they get back within the range of her verbal commands. They will attack enemies on sight, with their polearms, using the same stats posted above. As mindless creatures, they have no tactics beyond the orders they were given in Posey's final order.
I need to go.
>>190593
The dreads fly down and put themselves in between Cavalier and the smoke cloud. They take readied actions to charge the first creatures they see emerge from it, to catch the enemy flat-footed.
My character would have no idea what is going on beyond this point. You would be vindicated if you elected to take control of both minions.
The dreads fly down and put themselves in between Cavalier and the smoke cloud. They take readied actions to charge the first creatures they see emerge from it, to catch the enemy flat-footed.
My character would have no idea what is going on beyond this point. You would be vindicated if you elected to take control of both minions.
>>190597
Cavaliere is confident that nothing will emerge from the fog for now. He sends them ahead to scout, either for threats or to find Kira.
Cavaliere is confident that nothing will emerge from the fog for now. He sends them ahead to scout, either for threats or to find Kira.
>>190598
Technically, I did not order them to obey Cavalier, just to fight until the enemy retreats or dies. My bad.
Technically, I did not order them to obey Cavalier, just to fight until the enemy retreats or dies. My bad.
>>190599
Being unable to see the enemy through the smoke, they may move to follow the nearest living thing: Garv
Being unable to see the enemy through the smoke, they may move to follow the nearest living thing: Garv
>>190594
Even as the dreads wait, nothing seems eager to walk forward, out of the mist, and towards the dreads. Nothing save the mist itself, which along with the white smoke moves along the grass up the hill towards the dreads. Soon it will consume them, and become one with the clouds above. All the while, the singing of that young mares continues, though somewhat quiter:
“Только мы видим,
Видим мы седую тучу,
Вражья злоба из-за леса,
Эх, да вражья злоба, словно туча.”
Cavaliere moves along the trail of blood until it leads him back into the fog. But here the trail ends.
Even as the dreads wait, nothing seems eager to walk forward, out of the mist, and towards the dreads. Nothing save the mist itself, which along with the white smoke moves along the grass up the hill towards the dreads. Soon it will consume them, and become one with the clouds above. All the while, the singing of that young mares continues, though somewhat quiter:
“Только мы видим,
Видим мы седую тучу,
Вражья злоба из-за леса,
Эх, да вражья злоба, словно туча.”
Cavaliere moves along the trail of blood until it leads him back into the fog. But here the trail ends.
>>190603
She actually rather thick. More like udon. Maybe rigatoni… if she’s hollow on the inside.
Actually, if we’re being honest here, more like pool noodles.
The pony in the bed appears to have suffered blunt force trauma to his chest and head and is unconscious. Maybe he’s just asleep? Certainly it is not great.
She actually rather thick. More like udon. Maybe rigatoni… if she’s hollow on the inside.
Actually, if we’re being honest here, more like pool noodles.
The pony in the bed appears to have suffered blunt force trauma to his chest and head and is unconscious. Maybe he’s just asleep? Certainly it is not great.
>>190602
Alright, nobody who speaks like that isn't some sort of weird sorceress or cultist, and this island isn't big enough for both of us.
The Dreads both charge blindly into the fog, striking at the source of the chanting, as they were ordered to.
They have a 20-50% miss chance, based on the degree of concealment.
[1d20+5 = (4+5) = 9]
[1d10+1 = (8+1) = 9]
[1d100 = 97]
[1d20+5 = (12+5) = 17]
[1d10+1 = (10+1) = 11]
[1d100 = 53]
Alright, nobody who speaks like that isn't some sort of weird sorceress or cultist, and this island isn't big enough for both of us.
The Dreads both charge blindly into the fog, striking at the source of the chanting, as they were ordered to.
They have a 20-50% miss chance, based on the degree of concealment.
[1d20+5 = (4+5) = 9]
[1d10+1 = (8+1) = 9]
[1d100 = 97]
[1d20+5 = (12+5) = 17]
[1d10+1 = (10+1) = 11]
[1d100 = 53]
>>190607
The dreads fly through the fog and mist, above yellowed grass blades that extend upwards to attempt to meet them. They find, at first, nothing. But they reach the end, closer to the source of the music until they move beyond the veil of the mist, beyond the grass, and find twelve uniformed soldiers in gas masks, flank jacks, steel helmets and uniform.
Roll initiative.
You may keep the current results for combat, or reroll.
[1d20 = 14]
The dreads fly through the fog and mist, above yellowed grass blades that extend upwards to attempt to meet them. They find, at first, nothing. But they reach the end, closer to the source of the music until they move beyond the veil of the mist, beyond the grass, and find twelve uniformed soldiers in gas masks, flank jacks, steel helmets and uniform.
Roll initiative.
You may keep the current results for combat, or reroll.
[1d20 = 14]
>>190606
Dust discerns that the area around the lung is punctured by a broken rib. Actually, two of them. There is decent internal bleeding. The left side of the head has hit an object, and is… not great. Still, Dust can set the pony in a position to minimize the impediments to breathing.
Dust discerns that the area around the lung is punctured by a broken rib. Actually, two of them. There is decent internal bleeding. The left side of the head has hit an object, and is… not great. Still, Dust can set the pony in a position to minimize the impediments to breathing.
>>190607
The mare’s voice picks up, and her singing becomes louder. Grander.
”Девушки, гляньте,
Мы врага принять готовы,
Наши кони быстроноги,
Эх, да наши танки быстроходны.”
The mare’s voice picks up, and her singing becomes louder. Grander.
”Девушки, гляньте,
Мы врага принять готовы,
Наши кони быстроноги,
Эх, да наши танки быстроходны.”
>>190609
Or, I suppose he could do this.
Dust begins to softly pray, his zebra chanting barely a whisper to anypony else in the room. His hooves very faintly glow green and orange, perhaps a trick of the eyes? After a minute he stops and raises a hoof to the injured pony's chest.
Cure minor wounds, it's only 1 hp, but perhaps it's enough to stabalize this pony until they can get him some actual doctors. Like a surgeon.
Or, I suppose he could do this.
Dust begins to softly pray, his zebra chanting barely a whisper to anypony else in the room. His hooves very faintly glow green and orange, perhaps a trick of the eyes? After a minute he stops and raises a hoof to the injured pony's chest.
Cure minor wounds, it's only 1 hp, but perhaps it's enough to stabalize this pony until they can get him some actual doctors. Like a surgeon.
>>190611
With a glow, Dust feels a movement, and the pony's head shoots up, gasping for air. His eyes shoot wide open, with wide, bluish tinted pupils
>>190612
The enemy is a brown earth pony mare with hazel eyes, a tied up black mane and tail, and a beige coloration on her muzzle, wearing a green uniform. The dread's polearm catches on a rock, and does not manage to hit the mare.
>>190613
Sure
r [1d20+2 = (20+2) = 22]
r [1d20+2 = (9+2) = 11]
r [1d20+1 = (8+1) = 9]
r [1d20+1 = (2+1) = 3]
r [1d20 = 12]
r [1d20 = 15]
m[1d20+1 = (4+1) = 5]
a[1d20 = 2]
b[1d20+5 = (6+5) = 11]
With a glow, Dust feels a movement, and the pony's head shoots up, gasping for air. His eyes shoot wide open, with wide, bluish tinted pupils
>>190612
The enemy is a brown earth pony mare with hazel eyes, a tied up black mane and tail, and a beige coloration on her muzzle, wearing a green uniform. The dread's polearm catches on a rock, and does not manage to hit the mare.
>>190613
Sure
r [1d20+2 = (20+2) = 22]
r [1d20+2 = (9+2) = 11]
r [1d20+1 = (8+1) = 9]
r [1d20+1 = (2+1) = 3]
r [1d20 = 12]
r [1d20 = 15]
m[1d20+1 = (4+1) = 5]
a[1d20 = 2]
b[1d20+5 = (6+5) = 11]
>>190614
Looks like every roll except for the first one failed. They should all be Frightened (which means fleeing), except for the first one which would be Shaken.
The Dreads, possessing no minds to change their tactics beyond their orders, grip their weapons and ready to attack again on their next turn.
Looks like every roll except for the first one failed. They should all be Frightened (which means fleeing), except for the first one which would be Shaken.
The Dreads, possessing no minds to change their tactics beyond their orders, grip their weapons and ready to attack again on their next turn.
>>190614
Wait... every one of those should have +1 added to their number. So four failures and not six
One pony with an automatic rifle starts to shoot at the lead dread,
[1d20+4 = (11+4) = 15]
[2d8 = 8]
[1d20+4 = (4+4) = 8]
[2d8 = 10]
Followed by three rifle ponies plus the assistant machine gunner
[1d20+6 = (19+6) = 25]
[2d8 = 7]
[1d20+6 = (8+6) = 14]
[2d8 = 3]
[1d20+4 = (2+4) = 6]
[2d8 = 12]
[1d20+3 = (13+3) = 16]
[2d8 = 7]
A pony with a submachine gun shoots at the second dread,
[1d20+2 = (2+2) = 4]
[2d6 = 9]
[1d20+2 = (15+2) = 17]
[2d6 = 8]
[1d20+2 = (10+2) = 12]
[2d6 = 6]
[1d20+2 = (6+2) = 8]
Followed by three rifle ponies plus the second mare.
[1d20+4 = (9+4) = 13]
[2d8 = 13]
[1d20+6 = (1+6) = 7]
[2d8 = 9]
[1d20+6 = (5+6) = 11]
[2d8 = 9]
[1d20+4 = (20+4) = 24]
[2d8 = 9]
The brown mare keeps singing, if somewhat disrupted, and the machine gunner keeps position
Wait... every one of those should have +1 added to their number. So four failures and not six
One pony with an automatic rifle starts to shoot at the lead dread,
[1d20+4 = (11+4) = 15]
[2d8 = 8]
[1d20+4 = (4+4) = 8]
[2d8 = 10]
Followed by three rifle ponies plus the assistant machine gunner
[1d20+6 = (19+6) = 25]
[2d8 = 7]
[1d20+6 = (8+6) = 14]
[2d8 = 3]
[1d20+4 = (2+4) = 6]
[2d8 = 12]
[1d20+3 = (13+3) = 16]
[2d8 = 7]
A pony with a submachine gun shoots at the second dread,
[1d20+2 = (2+2) = 4]
[2d6 = 9]
[1d20+2 = (15+2) = 17]
[2d6 = 8]
[1d20+2 = (10+2) = 12]
[2d6 = 6]
[1d20+2 = (6+2) = 8]
Followed by three rifle ponies plus the second mare.
[1d20+4 = (9+4) = 13]
[2d8 = 13]
[1d20+6 = (1+6) = 7]
[2d8 = 9]
[1d20+6 = (5+6) = 11]
[2d8 = 9]
[1d20+4 = (20+4) = 24]
[2d8 = 9]
The brown mare keeps singing, if somewhat disrupted, and the machine gunner keeps position
r [1d20+3 = (6+3) = 9]
r [1d20+3 = (19+3) = 22]
r [1d20 = 20]
r [1d20 = 12]
r [1d20+1 = (2+1) = 3]
r [1d20+1 = (14+1) = 15]
m[1d20 = 3]
a[1d20-1 = (13-1) = 12]
b[1d20+6 = (5+6) = 11]
r [1d20+3 = (19+3) = 22]
r [1d20 = 20]
r [1d20 = 12]
r [1d20+1 = (2+1) = 3]
r [1d20+1 = (14+1) = 15]
m[1d20 = 3]
a[1d20-1 = (13-1) = 12]
b[1d20+6 = (5+6) = 11]
>>190616
Are you including the -4 penalty for shooting into a melee?
Unless they have Precise Shot, which would give me an indication of their power level.
The Dreads take attacks of opportunity at any gunners within 10 ft reach, preferably the machine gunners.
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]
[1d10+1 = (8+1) = 9]
[1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
[1d10+1 = (2+1) = 3]
Are you including the -4 penalty for shooting into a melee?
Unless they have Precise Shot, which would give me an indication of their power level.
The Dreads take attacks of opportunity at any gunners within 10 ft reach, preferably the machine gunners.
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]
[1d10+1 = (8+1) = 9]
[1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
[1d10+1 = (2+1) = 3]
>>190616
Note that every pony that failed it's save vs the first dread's presence has a -1 penalty vs the save of the second dread's presence, for being Shaken.
Note that every pony that failed it's save vs the first dread's presence has a -1 penalty vs the save of the second dread's presence, for being Shaken.
>>190619
This is convoluted as all shit without finding a third modifier, and in any case precise shot is the first (second technically) feat I would add to any ranged build. But then it would require the pointblank shot, and I haven't added that +1 bonus...
>>190620
I gave them -2, which was too much evidently
This is convoluted as all shit without finding a third modifier, and in any case precise shot is the first (second technically) feat I would add to any ranged build. But then it would require the pointblank shot, and I haven't added that +1 bonus...
>>190620
I gave them -2, which was too much evidently
Is it possible for Cavaliere to fly in his condition?
>>190621
>This is convoluted as all shit without finding a third modifier, and in any case precise shot is the first (second technically) feat I would add to any ranged build. But then it would require the pointblank shot, and I haven't added that +1 bonus...
This is the issue with running humanoid NPCs. I sympathize with you, as my Sunday game is a pirate game with a bunch of NPCs. Also features a Bard as the main villain.
>multiple feats
This gives me meta knowledge that I will stay silent about.
Anyway, how many attacks actually hit the Dreads? They have an AC of 16, DR 5/bludgeoning and 22 HP each. They should be able to take a few hits before they go down, hopefully long enough for Kira and Cavalier to get far enough away and to kill a few of the enemies.
>>190622
Taking damage should reduce your ability to fly.
>This is convoluted as all shit without finding a third modifier, and in any case precise shot is the first (second technically) feat I would add to any ranged build. But then it would require the pointblank shot, and I haven't added that +1 bonus...
This is the issue with running humanoid NPCs. I sympathize with you, as my Sunday game is a pirate game with a bunch of NPCs. Also features a Bard as the main villain.
>multiple feats
This gives me meta knowledge that I will stay silent about.
Anyway, how many attacks actually hit the Dreads? They have an AC of 16, DR 5/bludgeoning and 22 HP each. They should be able to take a few hits before they go down, hopefully long enough for Kira and Cavalier to get far enough away and to kill a few of the enemies.
>>190622
Taking damage should reduce your ability to fly.
>>190624
It looks like tiny scratches for both sides. Like 4 Hp lost on each dread, and then 3 HP lost on one rifle pony
It looks like tiny scratches for both sides. Like 4 Hp lost on each dread, and then 3 HP lost on one rifle pony
It's the Dread's turn again, right?
The Dreads flank the Bard, attacking relentlessly with autonomous undead fury, intent on killing as many ponies as they can before they are destroyed or the enemy flees, as they were ordered to. It the bard dies from the first hit, the other goes for the next nearest pony.
I'm including flanking bonus on the roll:
[1d20+5 = (8+5) = 13]
[1d10+1 = (10+1) = 11]
[1d20+5 = (15+5) = 20]
[1d10+1 = (3+1) = 4]
The Dreads flank the Bard, attacking relentlessly with autonomous undead fury, intent on killing as many ponies as they can before they are destroyed or the enemy flees, as they were ordered to. It the bard dies from the first hit, the other goes for the next nearest pony.
I'm including flanking bonus on the roll:
[1d20+5 = (8+5) = 13]
[1d10+1 = (10+1) = 11]
[1d20+5 = (15+5) = 20]
[1d10+1 = (3+1) = 4]
>>190626
pew
[1d20+4 = (17+4) = 21]
[2d8 = 8]
[1d20+4 = (7+4) = 11]
[2d8 = 14]
Followed by three rifle ponies plus the assistant machine gunner
[1d20+6 = (8+6) = 14]
[2d8 = 5]
[1d20+6 = (20+6) = 26]
[2d8 = 12]
[1d20+4 = (5+4) = 9]
[2d8 = 10]
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]
[2d8 = 10]
The second mare, a white unicorn, shoots a blue bolt at this dread
[1d4+1 = (2+1) = 3]
A pony with a submachine gun shoots at the second dread,
[1d20+2 = (3+2) = 5]
[2d6 = 4]
[1d20+2 = (17+2) = 19]
[2d6 = 9]
[1d20+2 = (4+2) = 6]
[2d6 = 6]
[1d20+2 = (20+2) = 22]
Followed by three rifle ponies,
[1d20+4 = (7+4) = 11]
[2d8 = 6]
[1d20+6 = (13+6) = 19]
[2d8 = 3]
[1d20+6 = (2+6) = 8]
[2d8 = 10]
The second mare, a white unicorn, shoots a blue bolt at this dread
[1d4+1 = (2+1) = 3]
pew
[1d20+4 = (17+4) = 21]
[2d8 = 8]
[1d20+4 = (7+4) = 11]
[2d8 = 14]
Followed by three rifle ponies plus the assistant machine gunner
[1d20+6 = (8+6) = 14]
[2d8 = 5]
[1d20+6 = (20+6) = 26]
[2d8 = 12]
[1d20+4 = (5+4) = 9]
[2d8 = 10]
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]
[2d8 = 10]
The second mare, a white unicorn, shoots a blue bolt at this dread
[1d4+1 = (2+1) = 3]
A pony with a submachine gun shoots at the second dread,
[1d20+2 = (3+2) = 5]
[2d6 = 4]
[1d20+2 = (17+2) = 19]
[2d6 = 9]
[1d20+2 = (4+2) = 6]
[2d6 = 6]
[1d20+2 = (20+2) = 22]
Followed by three rifle ponies,
[1d20+4 = (7+4) = 11]
[2d8 = 6]
[1d20+6 = (13+6) = 19]
[2d8 = 3]
[1d20+6 = (2+6) = 8]
[2d8 = 10]
The second mare, a white unicorn, shoots a blue bolt at this dread
[1d4+1 = (2+1) = 3]
>>190628
The dreads both takes attacks of opportunity at the white unicorn, it she is within 10 ft
Unless she also has a red mane, in which case they avoid her entirely.
If not, they attack any creatures that they have already wounded
[1d20+3 = (9+3) = 12]
[1d10+1 = (7+1) = 8]
[1d20+3 = (11+3) = 14]
[1d20+1 = (17+1) = 18]
The dreads both takes attacks of opportunity at the white unicorn, it she is within 10 ft
Unless she also has a red mane, in which case they avoid her entirely.
If not, they attack any creatures that they have already wounded
[1d20+3 = (9+3) = 12]
[1d10+1 = (7+1) = 8]
[1d20+3 = (11+3) = 14]
[1d20+1 = (17+1) = 18]
>>190628
If either of the dreads successfully hit the mage, she needs to make a concentration check or lose her spell.
If either of the dreads successfully hit the mage, she needs to make a concentration check or lose her spell.
Also, it's very difficult to keep track of which Dread is taking damage from what source. It looks like there were 5 hits? Doing a total of 18 damage between the two of them?
"Пусть же в колхозе
Дружная кипит работа,
Мы - дозорные сегодня,
Эх, да мы сегодня часовые."
Between both rounds:
4+3+7+3 Damage on the first dread
7+4+3+4 Damage on the second dread
4 HP damage on the bard
3 HP damage on nearby rifle pony
>>190630
I don't think keeping the mage within 10 feet of melee combat after two rounds is really how it would go down.
Дружная кипит работа,
Мы - дозорные сегодня,
Эх, да мы сегодня часовые."
Between both rounds:
4+3+7+3 Damage on the first dread
7+4+3+4 Damage on the second dread
4 HP damage on the bard
3 HP damage on nearby rifle pony
>>190630
I don't think keeping the mage within 10 feet of melee combat after two rounds is really how it would go down.
Anyway, the dreads should still be animate. They are going to charge and flank the mage.
>>190635
Great. That means she's far enough for them to charge
[1d20+7 = (3+7) = 10]
[1d10+1 = (9+1) = 10]
[1d20+7 = (16+7) = 23]
[1d10+1 = (3+1) = 4]
>>190635
Great. That means she's far enough for them to charge
[1d20+7 = (3+7) = 10]
[1d10+1 = (9+1) = 10]
[1d20+7 = (16+7) = 23]
[1d10+1 = (3+1) = 4]
>>190630
Not quite enough to penetrate the thick layers of nylon.
>>190636
Did you forget something? The enemy has a say in that
[1d20+4 = (13+4) = 17]
[2d8 = 10]
[1d20+4 = (9+4) = 13]
[2d8 = 3]
Followed by three rifle ponies plus the assistant machine gunner
[1d20+6 = (13+6) = 19]
[2d8 = 10]
[1d20+6 = (19+6) = 25]
[2d8 = 9]
[1d20+4 = (4+4) = 8]
[2d8 = 7]
[1d20+3 = (6+3) = 9]
[2d8 = 7]
A pony with a submachine gun shoots at the second dread,
[1d20+2 = (12+2) = 14]
[2d6 = 10]
[1d20+2 = (4+2) = 6]
[2d6 = 7]
[1d20+2 = (5+2) = 7]
[2d6 = 8]
[1d20+2 = (6+2) = 8]
[2d6 = 7]
Followed by three rifle ponies plus the mage, returning to her carbine.
[1d20+4 = (17+4) = 21]
[2d8 = 8]
[1d20+6 = (8+6) = 14]
[2d8 = 9]
[1d20+6 = (9+6) = 15]
[2d8 = 14]
[1d20+4 = (19+4) = 23]
[2d8 = 14]
The bard sings,
"Девушки, гляньте,
Девушки, утрите слезы.
Пусть сильнее грянет песня,
Эх, да наша песня боевая!"
Not quite enough to penetrate the thick layers of nylon.
>>190636
Did you forget something? The enemy has a say in that
[1d20+4 = (13+4) = 17]
[2d8 = 10]
[1d20+4 = (9+4) = 13]
[2d8 = 3]
Followed by three rifle ponies plus the assistant machine gunner
[1d20+6 = (13+6) = 19]
[2d8 = 10]
[1d20+6 = (19+6) = 25]
[2d8 = 9]
[1d20+4 = (4+4) = 8]
[2d8 = 7]
[1d20+3 = (6+3) = 9]
[2d8 = 7]
A pony with a submachine gun shoots at the second dread,
[1d20+2 = (12+2) = 14]
[2d6 = 10]
[1d20+2 = (4+2) = 6]
[2d6 = 7]
[1d20+2 = (5+2) = 7]
[2d6 = 8]
[1d20+2 = (6+2) = 8]
[2d6 = 7]
Followed by three rifle ponies plus the mage, returning to her carbine.
[1d20+4 = (17+4) = 21]
[2d8 = 8]
[1d20+6 = (8+6) = 14]
[2d8 = 9]
[1d20+6 = (9+6) = 15]
[2d8 = 14]
[1d20+4 = (19+4) = 23]
[2d8 = 14]
The bard sings,
"Девушки, гляньте,
Девушки, утрите слезы.
Пусть сильнее грянет песня,
Эх, да наша песня боевая!"
>>190638
It looks like I mistook the attacks of opportunity for the Dreads' round. Anyways, that's the squad's round.
The mage takes 4 HP of damage, but I think that downs both dreads
It looks like I mistook the attacks of opportunity for the Dreads' round. Anyways, that's the squad's round.
The mage takes 4 HP of damage, but I think that downs both dreads
>>190637
The Dreads both take attacks of opportunity at the mage as she fires
[1d20+5 = (17+5) = 22]
[1d10+1 = (1+1) = 2]
[1d20+5 = (2+5) = 7]
[1d10+1 = (5+1) = 6]
I expect that they will be destroyed next round though.
The Dreads both take attacks of opportunity at the mage as she fires
[1d20+5 = (17+5) = 22]
[1d10+1 = (1+1) = 2]
[1d20+5 = (2+5) = 7]
[1d10+1 = (5+1) = 6]
I expect that they will be destroyed next round though.
>>190639
Ah, rats. I was hoping to at least take out the one who could counterspell.
Does that last AoO hit though? 6 HP might be enough to put her in the ground.
Ah, rats. I was hoping to at least take out the one who could counterspell.
Does that last AoO hit though? 6 HP might be enough to put her in the ground.
>>190640
A seven does not hit. In fact, I think it would be the Mage's shot from her carbine, which does 12 damage, that kills the second mage.
As to whether the first AoO hits... it's an order of operations matter. I don't think so, since I believe an AoO is after the attack and that attack would have killed the dread. But if it goes ahead, that would be 2 HP of damage to add up to 6 damage to the mage across multiple rounds.
A seven does not hit. In fact, I think it would be the Mage's shot from her carbine, which does 12 damage, that kills the second mage.
As to whether the first AoO hits... it's an order of operations matter. I don't think so, since I believe an AoO is after the attack and that attack would have killed the dread. But if it goes ahead, that would be 2 HP of damage to add up to 6 damage to the mage across multiple rounds.
>>190642
Okay. Does the mage die from 6 damage? A lvl 1 Wizard wouldn't have very much health.
Well, I guess my character has no way of knowing if it died or not...
".... Multiple gunshots... Automatic weaponry... I think I heard some evocation... It is likely that the enemy has engaged with my servants... They likely will not last long..." Posey observes as she listens to the fog.
That's my contribution to this fight. I'm off to bed.
Okay. Does the mage die from 6 damage? A lvl 1 Wizard wouldn't have very much health.
Well, I guess my character has no way of knowing if it died or not...
".... Multiple gunshots... Automatic weaponry... I think I heard some evocation... It is likely that the enemy has engaged with my servants... They likely will not last long..." Posey observes as she listens to the fog.
That's my contribution to this fight. I'm off to bed.
>>190614
Dust tries to calm the pony, softly shhhh-ing and trying to get him to lay down again. He feels the pony's chest for a heart beat to make sure it isn't racing and to see how much it still hurts.
Dust tries to calm the pony, softly shhhh-ing and trying to get him to lay down again. He feels the pony's chest for a heart beat to make sure it isn't racing and to see how much it still hurts.
>>190646
He breathes in rapidly, and his pupils are massive. Dust can feel that the heart rate is elevated though not to an extreme degree. He doesn’t need to be told that’s bad when there’s likely internal bleeding.
Also it’s worth mentioning that multiple party members are… low.
He breathes in rapidly, and his pupils are massive. Dust can feel that the heart rate is elevated though not to an extreme degree. He doesn’t need to be told that’s bad when there’s likely internal bleeding.
Also it’s worth mentioning that multiple party members are… low.
>>190651
I wouldn't say that. The dice gods screwed over Kira with a nat 1 on her Hide check. And maybe it would have been smarter for Cavaliere to run away while the 12 special forces ponies were distracted and he still had the advantage of nat 20s on his hide and move silently rolls. Also the dreads really should return to Posey before they get destroyed.
And also hopefully Kira gets back to the airship before she bleeds out.
I wouldn't say that. The dice gods screwed over Kira with a nat 1 on her Hide check. And maybe it would have been smarter for Cavaliere to run away while the 12 special forces ponies were distracted and he still had the advantage of nat 20s on his hide and move silently rolls. Also the dreads really should return to Posey before they get destroyed.
And also hopefully Kira gets back to the airship before she bleeds out.
>>190648
No special impediment meets Cavaliere once he reenters the clouds. The soldiers seem... preoccupied. Kira has moved off, but otherwise things seem clear between him and the Airship.
>>190653
Kira has done her best to make her moves untraceable. It's only perhaps a thousand feet back to the airship. The ground is left soft than desirable, with so many rocks, but compared to what she has just experienced and what she still feels, it's an easy journey. Nothing arises to stop her.
No special impediment meets Cavaliere once he reenters the clouds. The soldiers seem... preoccupied. Kira has moved off, but otherwise things seem clear between him and the Airship.
>>190653
Kira has done her best to make her moves untraceable. It's only perhaps a thousand feet back to the airship. The ground is left soft than desirable, with so many rocks, but compared to what she has just experienced and what she still feels, it's an easy journey. Nothing arises to stop her.
>>190655
Is it normal for Kira's vision to be reduced to pinpricks? And should she be able to hear her heartbeat so well? And should it sound so strained? These are questions that runs through Kira's mind as she makes her way up the rocky terrain with great effort. She slips a couple times along the way, scratching at the rocks with her forehooves to find purchase, pulling herself back up and continuing her arduous journey. When Kira finally sees signs of the crashed airship through what's left of her vision, she lets out a sigh of relief and can't help but laugh to herself. She stops laughing quickly, however; laughing hurts right now.
Kira slithers up to the airship itself, looking in serious condition and holding her wounds. She cries out, "...b-b-bullets hur-hur-hurt!"
Is it normal for Kira's vision to be reduced to pinpricks? And should she be able to hear her heartbeat so well? And should it sound so strained? These are questions that runs through Kira's mind as she makes her way up the rocky terrain with great effort. She slips a couple times along the way, scratching at the rocks with her forehooves to find purchase, pulling herself back up and continuing her arduous journey. When Kira finally sees signs of the crashed airship through what's left of her vision, she lets out a sigh of relief and can't help but laugh to herself. She stops laughing quickly, however; laughing hurts right now.
Kira slithers up to the airship itself, looking in serious condition and holding her wounds. She cries out, "...b-b-bullets hur-hur-hurt!"
>>190647
Well, no cardiac arrest at least, and if it's racing that doesn't mean it's slow which means most of the blood is still where it should be. Good. Dust seems fairly content with his work-
>>190656
He hears something, not something loud, but something nevertheless. His ears pivot around a little, and he slowly leaves the room, pace quickening after he's out and on his way to the source of the noise.
Well, no cardiac arrest at least, and if it's racing that doesn't mean it's slow which means most of the blood is still where it should be. Good. Dust seems fairly content with his work-
>>190656
He hears something, not something loud, but something nevertheless. His ears pivot around a little, and he slowly leaves the room, pace quickening after he's out and on his way to the source of the noise.
>>190662
Mission accomplished.
But Zoobinator sees something new. Something dire. He sees the giant, yellow brown colored noodle (which is what most of them are colored, to be fair) in a... not at all desirable condition, slithering close by. She is bleeding, staining her leather jacket, and with danger of dirt getting into the several wounds.
Mission accomplished.
But Zoobinator sees something new. Something dire. He sees the giant, yellow brown colored noodle (which is what most of them are colored, to be fair) in a... not at all desirable condition, slithering close by. She is bleeding, staining her leather jacket, and with danger of dirt getting into the several wounds.
>>190668
Oh. Oh dear.
Dust is shocked to see Kira in such poor condition, and starts to boarder on scared. He can heal much, and he's seen grevious wounds on the savannah. But he knows his limits, and if anything important is missing....
He quickly decides it's better for him to close the distance with a gallop. Kira is a.... Well it feels weird to call a noodle of legend that he's barely gotten to know a friend, but it's the closest to a friend he's had since leaving home. Regardless, he closes the distance as quick as possible and begins to soothe the poor noodle.
>>190677
He shushes her a little, gently or as gentle as he can manage.
"There there my little mare,
Entrust me fully for your care.
Relax now in my embrace,
And wipe your fears from your face."
He smiles, knowing patients appreciate a caregiver that seems confident as he gives her a one over. He needs to make sure there's no long cuts where something may have stole an organ or left ones dangling.
Heal check to evaluate how poor the poor noodle is. [1d20+13 = (7+13) = 20]
Oh. Oh dear.
Dust is shocked to see Kira in such poor condition, and starts to boarder on scared. He can heal much, and he's seen grevious wounds on the savannah. But he knows his limits, and if anything important is missing....
He quickly decides it's better for him to close the distance with a gallop. Kira is a.... Well it feels weird to call a noodle of legend that he's barely gotten to know a friend, but it's the closest to a friend he's had since leaving home. Regardless, he closes the distance as quick as possible and begins to soothe the poor noodle.
>>190677
He shushes her a little, gently or as gentle as he can manage.
"There there my little mare,
Entrust me fully for your care.
Relax now in my embrace,
And wipe your fears from your face."
He smiles, knowing patients appreciate a caregiver that seems confident as he gives her a one over. He needs to make sure there's no long cuts where something may have stole an organ or left ones dangling.
Heal check to evaluate how poor the poor noodle is. [1d20+13 = (7+13) = 20]
>>190678
Hearing Dust's words and the attention he's giving her is enough to calm her nerves. She sniffles, smiling at the friend she's so grateful to have.
Hearing Dust's words and the attention he's giving her is enough to calm her nerves. She sniffles, smiling at the friend she's so grateful to have.
>>190678
Kira has been shot through in the chest and trunk one, two, three times, with likely damage to internal organs including the respiratory system.
She's at 2 HP
Kira has been shot through in the chest and trunk one, two, three times, with likely damage to internal organs including the respiratory system.
She's at 2 HP
>>190679
Dust pets her head a little, smiling to calm her.
>>190683
Well through is probably the best we can hope for. Dust doesn't have a lot of experience removing bullets. One or two broken lion's teeth, a few arrowheads, and he did some slight practice at the recommendation of some elders when he was given this mission, but now is not the time for puting theory into action.
Dust very gently steps slightly back, and plants all four hooves on the ground. He prays, and all though Kira may possibly recognize a few words, he is speaking so fervently that she may have trouble in her current state. Dust definitely (not defiantly) takes on a very slight glow now, one that even Kira can recognize while outside. As he finishes praying, his now opening eyes appear very faintly green. He then makes a decision to maximize the surface area between them, purely to facilitate the transfer of magical energy, and gives the very poor noodle indeed a hug. She can feel herself become heavier, almost more solid as the pain starts to fade. Well, is it fading or is she getting stronger to face it?
Burning a lvl 3 spell slot to cast Cure Serious Wounds on Kira
[3d8+6 = (8+6) = 14]
>>190684
Do I look rich?
Dust pets her head a little, smiling to calm her.
>>190683
Well through is probably the best we can hope for. Dust doesn't have a lot of experience removing bullets. One or two broken lion's teeth, a few arrowheads, and he did some slight practice at the recommendation of some elders when he was given this mission, but now is not the time for puting theory into action.
Dust very gently steps slightly back, and plants all four hooves on the ground. He prays, and all though Kira may possibly recognize a few words, he is speaking so fervently that she may have trouble in her current state. Dust definitely (not defiantly) takes on a very slight glow now, one that even Kira can recognize while outside. As he finishes praying, his now opening eyes appear very faintly green. He then makes a decision to maximize the surface area between them, purely to facilitate the transfer of magical energy, and gives the very poor noodle indeed a hug. She can feel herself become heavier, almost more solid as the pain starts to fade. Well, is it fading or is she getting stronger to face it?
Burning a lvl 3 spell slot to cast Cure Serious Wounds on Kira
[3d8+6 = (8+6) = 14]
>>190684
Do I look rich?
>>190685
It's not ideal - perhaps his magic is having issues figuring out her lamia biology - but at the vary least the most serious damage seems to be at least partially healing. Some of Kira's vision has returned, though there's still a black fog at the edge of it, and she can still faintly hear her own heartbeat.
It's not ideal - perhaps his magic is having issues figuring out her lamia biology - but at the vary least the most serious damage seems to be at least partially healing. Some of Kira's vision has returned, though there's still a black fog at the edge of it, and she can still faintly hear her own heartbeat.
>>190689
Kira doesn't seem to be having any kind of negative reaction to the magic. She looks around at her partially healed wounds. "...still hurts, but...it feels a lot better, too. Thank you, Dust!" Smiling, she reaches down and wraps her forelegs around Dust in a hug, wincing a bit from the pain. "...sorry if I get any blood on you."
Kira doesn't seem to be having any kind of negative reaction to the magic. She looks around at her partially healed wounds. "...still hurts, but...it feels a lot better, too. Thank you, Dust!" Smiling, she reaches down and wraps her forelegs around Dust in a hug, wincing a bit from the pain. "...sorry if I get any blood on you."
>>190683
Kira has an idea, as she looks to the airponies still at the airship. "So...do you know if there are any usual members of the group that left? Like, unusual species or subspecies that might smell different from the rest?"
Kira has an idea, as she looks to the airponies still at the airship. "So...do you know if there are any usual members of the group that left? Like, unusual species or subspecies that might smell different from the rest?"
>>190695
Posey approaches Kira
"Did you confirm visuals on the enemy? How many were there? Their weapons? Their powers?"
Posey approaches Kira
"Did you confirm visuals on the enemy? How many were there? Their weapons? Their powers?"
>>190699
Kira nods. "They're not far, just over the hill. 12 of them, I think. Most of them had those big long wooden things, rifles I think they're called. There's a couple of them with a really, really big gun. Maybe mages, too? I mean, a couple of them didn't have guns, so maybe they used magic instead? They're all really tough. I used the last bit of magic Ouroboros granted me for the day to escape." She holds out her forelegs, which attempt to glow with a golden light but the light sputters and dies before anything can happen.
Kira nods. "They're not far, just over the hill. 12 of them, I think. Most of them had those big long wooden things, rifles I think they're called. There's a couple of them with a really, really big gun. Maybe mages, too? I mean, a couple of them didn't have guns, so maybe they used magic instead? They're all really tough. I used the last bit of magic Ouroboros granted me for the day to escape." She holds out her forelegs, which attempt to glow with a golden light but the light sputters and dies before anything can happen.
>>190703
"If one of them is an earth pony, that means the group traveled on hoof. That narrows the plausible number of places they might be."
"If one of them is an earth pony, that means the group traveled on hoof. That narrows the plausible number of places they might be."
>>190703
Kira immediately brightens up upon hearing this. "A bat pony? Great! I didn't see any bat ponies among the 'gee are you', so maybe this will tell me exactly where they are!"
Survival: Flicking her tongue into the air again, Kira looks for that ever-more familiar scent of friendship, but this time bat-flavored.
[1d20+11 = (12+11) = 23]
Kira immediately brightens up upon hearing this. "A bat pony? Great! I didn't see any bat ponies among the 'gee are you', so maybe this will tell me exactly where they are!"
Survival: Flicking her tongue into the air again, Kira looks for that ever-more familiar scent of friendship, but this time bat-flavored.
[1d20+11 = (12+11) = 23]
>>190707
Use the equipment that the ponies left behind to match their scent precisely, so you don't just stumble into another encounter.
Use the equipment that the ponies left behind to match their scent precisely, so you don't just stumble into another encounter.
>>190655
Cavaliere wanders into the cloud, seeking the other side which might have safety. The airship is not far away.
Cavaliere wanders into the cloud, seeking the other side which might have safety. The airship is not far away.
>>190712
Cavaliere encounters the airship, the folds of its envelope still waving in the wind. He may even see Defiant Dust aiding the wounded Kira.
Cavaliere encounters the airship, the folds of its envelope still waving in the wind. He may even see Defiant Dust aiding the wounded Kira.
>>190712
>>190713
"Oh, you survived." Posey remarks as she sees him
She peers past him into the fog
"It appears as though my faithful servants have not returned... Which would also mean that the enemy has not retreated either... They may be upon us soon." she says, her brow furrowing in subtle disappointment
"Very well. It is a small loss. Recover while you can." she says, turning away with a swish of her tail
>>190713
"Oh, you survived." Posey remarks as she sees him
She peers past him into the fog
"It appears as though my faithful servants have not returned... Which would also mean that the enemy has not retreated either... They may be upon us soon." she says, her brow furrowing in subtle disappointment
"Very well. It is a small loss. Recover while you can." she says, turning away with a swish of her tail
>>190716
The bloodied Kira waves at Cavaliere in acknowledgement of his presence, but is otherwise more focused on trying to catch the scent of bat pony.
The bloodied Kira waves at Cavaliere in acknowledgement of his presence, but is otherwise more focused on trying to catch the scent of bat pony.
>>190717
His expression softens and he nods back, but within just a moment he turns to the others.
"We encountered a squad just on the other side of the hill who were approaching this way. I tried to buy some time, but they may arrive any moment. We will need to evacuate and destroy the valuable equipment aboard immediately," he warns.
His expression softens and he nods back, but within just a moment he turns to the others.
"We encountered a squad just on the other side of the hill who were approaching this way. I tried to buy some time, but they may arrive any moment. We will need to evacuate and destroy the valuable equipment aboard immediately," he warns.
>>190713
Posey approaches Blackheel
"You would not happen to have a Fireball prepared today, would you?"
Posey approaches Blackheel
"You would not happen to have a Fireball prepared today, would you?"
>>190725
He's outside of the Airship, not all that far away. He watches Posey as she approaches. He has an expression of distinct skepticism as she approaches.
"Ray, yes. But ball? No."
He's outside of the Airship, not all that far away. He watches Posey as she approaches. He has an expression of distinct skepticism as she approaches.
"Ray, yes. But ball? No."
>>190795
"Very well. I noticed you were an evoker. I was hoping you would might be able to clear out the hostiles at the base of the mountain." she says
"GRU are approaching. It appears as though they are firing upon anything they seem. Our scouts were critically injured simply trying to evade them."
"Very well. I noticed you were an evoker. I was hoping you would might be able to clear out the hostiles at the base of the mountain." she says
"GRU are approaching. It appears as though they are firing upon anything they seem. Our scouts were critically injured simply trying to evade them."
>>190795
>>190798
Silver approaches the pair of creatures. "We do not have enough time to evacuate before they arrive, if what Cavaliere and Kira have said. I say we make our stand, use airship as cover and machine gun for defense if they attack us. Posey, could you see if there's anything you can do about possessed airponies? Even if you cannot get them to snap out of it like you did with...that Captain..." Silver cringes from remembering how she brought the captain back from the edge of possession. "...it is still not good idea to have them running about if we are attacked."
Looking at Black Heel, now, Silver addresses him next. "Black Heel, would you mind helping me parlay with these soldiers? It is slim chance, but it is worth risk to see if we can convince them to turn around and leave us in peace."
>>190798
Silver approaches the pair of creatures. "We do not have enough time to evacuate before they arrive, if what Cavaliere and Kira have said. I say we make our stand, use airship as cover and machine gun for defense if they attack us. Posey, could you see if there's anything you can do about possessed airponies? Even if you cannot get them to snap out of it like you did with...that Captain..." Silver cringes from remembering how she brought the captain back from the edge of possession. "...it is still not good idea to have them running about if we are attacked."
Looking at Black Heel, now, Silver addresses him next. "Black Heel, would you mind helping me parlay with these soldiers? It is slim chance, but it is worth risk to see if we can convince them to turn around and leave us in peace."
>>190800
>Posey, could you see if there's anything you can do about possessed airponies?
"I suppose I could try hypnotizing them with a little bit of trick magic, although I am not sure if that would work as quickly as we need it to... I suppose it is still worth try." Posey ponders
She brandishes a tiny ivory pendant
"It does work on my son get through his episodes. The Traveller pales in comparison." she adds, doing her best to seem confident
>Posey, could you see if there's anything you can do about possessed airponies?
"I suppose I could try hypnotizing them with a little bit of trick magic, although I am not sure if that would work as quickly as we need it to... I suppose it is still worth try." Posey ponders
She brandishes a tiny ivory pendant
"It does work on my son get through his episodes. The Traveller pales in comparison." she adds, doing her best to seem confident
>>190718
While we wait on the official results from Kira's sniff check, she suddenly turns to Garv, tenses up, pounces, and glomps the griffon. She starts bawling her eyes out as she wraps around the griff in a big ol' snek hug. "Gaaaaaarv! I'm so sor-soorr-soooooorrrrrrrrrrry!"
While we wait on the official results from Kira's sniff check, she suddenly turns to Garv, tenses up, pounces, and glomps the griffon. She starts bawling her eyes out as she wraps around the griff in a big ol' snek hug. "Gaaaaaarv! I'm so sor-soorr-soooooorrrrrrrrrrry!"
>>190868
Cavaliere pats Kira gently. "Kindness is never something to apologize for, though…" he grimaces, "it's not always the appropriate response."
Cavaliere pats Kira gently. "Kindness is never something to apologize for, though…" he grimaces, "it's not always the appropriate response."
>>190873
The snek is pat gently. She looks up at Garv with worbly, tear-filled eyes. She starts hyperventilating as she speaks to him. "I'm -gasp- so -gasp- sorry -gasp- I -gasp- l-lead -gasp- you -gasp- into -gasp- dangeeeeerrrrrrrrr!"
The snek is pat gently. She looks up at Garv with worbly, tear-filled eyes. She starts hyperventilating as she speaks to him. "I'm -gasp- so -gasp- sorry -gasp- I -gasp- l-lead -gasp- you -gasp- into -gasp- dangeeeeerrrrrrrrr!"
>>190874
Cavaliere is nonplussed. He replies, "That's our job. If we are to lead others out of danger we have to be willing to enter it."
Cavaliere is nonplussed. He replies, "That's our job. If we are to lead others out of danger we have to be willing to enter it."
>>190877
The snek continues to look up at Garv with worbly, tear-filled eyes, pouting. "B-but you could have -gasp- been killed! A-a-and -gasp- it would have b-been my -gasp- fault!"
The snek continues to look up at Garv with worbly, tear-filled eyes, pouting. "B-but you could have -gasp- been killed! A-a-and -gasp- it would have b-been my -gasp- fault!"
>>190878
>>190795
If Blackheel has nothing to say, Posey walks away and busies herself by trying her hypnosis on the enthralled airponies.
>>190800
"... I have never done this in any context other than therapy for my colt, but I suppose it is worth a try..." she says, her flat expression concealing a pack of confidence in her skills.
She approaches the area that the enthralled airponies are confined in, and goes to work. She informs the same airponies of her intentions if they ask what she is doing.
She takes 10 on her Bluff check to deceive unwilling targets (modified 26), catching the attention of the airponies behind glass. She then focuses her gaze on whatever pony will meet her eyes first, and produces her small ivory pendulum, slowly swinging it left and right.
"Look into my eyes." she requests, possibly compelling any ponies that have already been charmed by her
>>190795
If Blackheel has nothing to say, Posey walks away and busies herself by trying her hypnosis on the enthralled airponies.
>>190800
"... I have never done this in any context other than therapy for my colt, but I suppose it is worth a try..." she says, her flat expression concealing a pack of confidence in her skills.
She approaches the area that the enthralled airponies are confined in, and goes to work. She informs the same airponies of her intentions if they ask what she is doing.
She takes 10 on her Bluff check to deceive unwilling targets (modified 26), catching the attention of the airponies behind glass. She then focuses her gaze on whatever pony will meet her eyes first, and produces her small ivory pendulum, slowly swinging it left and right.
"Look into my eyes." she requests, possibly compelling any ponies that have already been charmed by her
>>190879
Cavaliere's tone is calm and reassuring. "It's none's fault aside from those who decided to shoot. You took a gamble and it didn't work, but had we not gone out at all, we would have been ambushed here. We bought some valuable time."
Cavaliere's tone is calm and reassuring. "It's none's fault aside from those who decided to shoot. You took a gamble and it didn't work, but had we not gone out at all, we would have been ambushed here. We bought some valuable time."
>>190899
Kira continues to look up at Garv, not saying anything but still holding him for reassurance. Silver, meanwhile, continues his addresses while he waits for Black Heel's response.
Silver: "Cavaliere, Kira, you two look to be in fairly poor shape, and you have both encountered GRU. Try to stay back, out of sight. If they see you, it may complicate attempt to parlay with them, and if it comes to fighting I do not want you to put your lives at unnecessary risk."
>>190795
Next, Silver addresses the airship ponies. "Do you have ammunition for that machinegun you greeted us with, or is it just for show?"
Kira continues to look up at Garv, not saying anything but still holding him for reassurance. Silver, meanwhile, continues his addresses while he waits for Black Heel's response.
Silver: "Cavaliere, Kira, you two look to be in fairly poor shape, and you have both encountered GRU. Try to stay back, out of sight. If they see you, it may complicate attempt to parlay with them, and if it comes to fighting I do not want you to put your lives at unnecessary risk."
>>190795
Next, Silver addresses the airship ponies. "Do you have ammunition for that machinegun you greeted us with, or is it just for show?"
>>190887
I'm going to make my skillcheck now, just to see if this method works:
[1d20+9 = (11+9) = 20]
I'm going to make my skillcheck now, just to see if this method works:
[1d20+9 = (11+9) = 20]
>>190707
flick flick
Hmmm.... Kira receives multiple tastes of friendship... Well, not necessarily always friendship...
But the bat... Well, she can taste one instance of bat surrounded by other friends. It's on the far side of the island, with other positive indications of friendship besides.
>>190724
Standing fairly nearby and certainly confused. Hopefully not plotting mutiny, hopefully.
>>190798
He raises an eyebrow
"Do you mean the griffin and the chimera? The Chimera looks outright like one of Chernobog's creations, and the griffin may be mistaken for that treacherous rodent from Skynavia."
>>190800
Blackheel
"I am with the Party and hold the rank of Commissary. If there is anypony they will listen to, it will be me."
>>190887
What exactly is she doing here? Is she already trying to hypnotize the bat pony in the bombardier's station?
>>190906
Primed Well:
"Why no, we went out on patrol over pirate and Skyfall infested waters with prop guns. Of course it has ammunition. We haven't shot it in a while, but we weren't going to follow the Bolsheviks without it."
flick flick
Hmmm.... Kira receives multiple tastes of friendship... Well, not necessarily always friendship...
But the bat... Well, she can taste one instance of bat surrounded by other friends. It's on the far side of the island, with other positive indications of friendship besides.
>>190724
Standing fairly nearby and certainly confused. Hopefully not plotting mutiny, hopefully.
>>190798
He raises an eyebrow
"Do you mean the griffin and the chimera? The Chimera looks outright like one of Chernobog's creations, and the griffin may be mistaken for that treacherous rodent from Skynavia."
>>190800
Blackheel
"I am with the Party and hold the rank of Commissary. If there is anypony they will listen to, it will be me."
>>190887
What exactly is she doing here? Is she already trying to hypnotize the bat pony in the bombardier's station?
>>190906
Primed Well:
"Why no, we went out on patrol over pirate and Skyfall infested waters with prop guns. Of course it has ammunition. We haven't shot it in a while, but we weren't going to follow the Bolsheviks without it."
>>190917
>"Do you mean the griffin and the chimera? The Chimera looks outright like one of Chernobog's creations, and the griffin may be mistaken for that treacherous rodent from Skynavia."
"Hmmm, I had not considered that... They do look rather suspect at a glance. We did not expect to encounter them so soon, and they were only scouting..." Posey ponders
>What exactly is she doing here?
I'm not super sure, tbh.
>Is she already trying to hypnotize the bat pony in the bombardier's station?
That was the plan.
>"Do you mean the griffin and the chimera? The Chimera looks outright like one of Chernobog's creations, and the griffin may be mistaken for that treacherous rodent from Skynavia."
"Hmmm, I had not considered that... They do look rather suspect at a glance. We did not expect to encounter them so soon, and they were only scouting..." Posey ponders
>What exactly is she doing here?
I'm not super sure, tbh.
>Is she already trying to hypnotize the bat pony in the bombardier's station?
That was the plan.
>>190917
Kira takes time from her glomping of Cavaliere to straighten up her mood and put her forehooves on her fake pony hips in mock-anger. "Hey! I'm a lamia, not a chimera. Chimeras are completely different creatures. Also, we have nothing to do with the abominations that demon is summoning. Have any of the abominations looked as well put-together as me?"
Silver just nods at Black Heel, appreciative of his support. He looks over at Primed Well and points a hoof at the machine gun. "That is good to hear. If negotiations turn south and we need to make hasty retreat back to airship, we will need one of you on machinegun to cover us so we can make it back alive. How is your Captain doing, by way? Still freed from Traveler's influence?"
Kira takes time from her glomping of Cavaliere to straighten up her mood and put her forehooves on her fake pony hips in mock-anger. "Hey! I'm a lamia, not a chimera. Chimeras are completely different creatures. Also, we have nothing to do with the abominations that demon is summoning. Have any of the abominations looked as well put-together as me?"
Silver just nods at Black Heel, appreciative of his support. He looks over at Primed Well and points a hoof at the machine gun. "That is good to hear. If negotiations turn south and we need to make hasty retreat back to airship, we will need one of you on machinegun to cover us so we can make it back alive. How is your Captain doing, by way? Still freed from Traveler's influence?"
>>190919
Blackheel looks towards Kira,
"The only time I've ever seen anything like you has been here on this island."
Primed Well:
"He's uh... he's recovering. Could probably make it on his own four legs, but I'm sure he'd rather not. I don't think his mind is back yet."
>>190918
As Posey looks into the bat pony's eyes, it stares right back. It again places its hooves against the window, opens its mouth and presses its dried lips in a smile against the glass.
Staring into its deep, black eyes, they call to her. Draw her in. Ask her to join them. Join all of them. Those black orbs can't properly be compared to black space. There's too much there. Too much lurking in the darkness. More like the deep sea, with so much lingering in the dark, just beyond the light. Or maybe that primordial darkness before the light. Join. Join them. There are more ponies there. You can never be lonely, dear Rosey Ring. You will be away from those who have harmed you. Who made you feel lesser. Who made you feel like you needed to prove something. Like you couldn't trust anyone. There's a comradery here. Open your eyes, Rosey pony, and see what is just outside of the light. You can start by closing them. It will be easy from there. Take my hoof and dance with me.
Blackheel looks towards Kira,
"The only time I've ever seen anything like you has been here on this island."
Primed Well:
"He's uh... he's recovering. Could probably make it on his own four legs, but I'm sure he'd rather not. I don't think his mind is back yet."
>>190918
As Posey looks into the bat pony's eyes, it stares right back. It again places its hooves against the window, opens its mouth and presses its dried lips in a smile against the glass.
Staring into its deep, black eyes, they call to her. Draw her in. Ask her to join them. Join all of them. Those black orbs can't properly be compared to black space. There's too much there. Too much lurking in the darkness. More like the deep sea, with so much lingering in the dark, just beyond the light. Or maybe that primordial darkness before the light. Join. Join them. There are more ponies there. You can never be lonely, dear Rosey Ring. You will be away from those who have harmed you. Who made you feel lesser. Who made you feel like you needed to prove something. Like you couldn't trust anyone. There's a comradery here. Open your eyes, Rosey pony, and see what is just outside of the light. You can start by closing them. It will be easy from there. Take my hoof and dance with me.
>>190920
Kira scrunches at Black Heel. "Well, I'd recommend taking a vacation and travelling to my tribe's land in Zebrica to help expand your horizons about the different types of creatures that live in this world, but...we're kinda being genocided at the moment."
Silver: "Well let us start with basics: has he been talking in foreign languages, asking others to join him in 'True Harmony'?"
Kira scrunches at Black Heel. "Well, I'd recommend taking a vacation and travelling to my tribe's land in Zebrica to help expand your horizons about the different types of creatures that live in this world, but...we're kinda being genocided at the moment."
Silver: "Well let us start with basics: has he been talking in foreign languages, asking others to join him in 'True Harmony'?"
>>190920
>You can never be lonely, dear Rosey Ring. You will be away from those who have harmed you. Who made you feel lesser. Who made you feel like you needed to prove something. Like you couldn't trust anyone.
Posey's eyes glass over for a few seconds, her expression dreamy
".....Hmmmm, that really is quite compelli- wait, no! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Posey shrieks, breaking eye contact immediately before storming off in a huff
>>190921
"It did not work." Posey says flatly to Silver as she passes him, her mood visibly sour
>You can never be lonely, dear Rosey Ring. You will be away from those who have harmed you. Who made you feel lesser. Who made you feel like you needed to prove something. Like you couldn't trust anyone.
Posey's eyes glass over for a few seconds, her expression dreamy
".....Hmmmm, that really is quite compelli- wait, no! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Posey shrieks, breaking eye contact immediately before storming off in a huff
>>190921
"It did not work." Posey says flatly to Silver as she passes him, her mood visibly sour
>>190918
>>190887
>>190912
Miss Ring, what is it that you believe that you see when you look out your eyes? Do you believe that there is a bat pony in front of you? A thing extended in space, seperated from you by space, existing in time, and yet having a consciousness all of its own? You believe that when you look out your eyes, you see the world outside of your own skull? That you see the world as it is?
Miss Ring, has it ever occurred to you that when you look at the world through your eyes, that it is like trying to look out of a window at night in a well lit room? You do not see the world outside. You see yourself reflected back at you. And that is what you see, miss ring. You see how your mind structures its inputs, how "reason" and language force non-existent classifications on the world around you. This bat, however, sees the world as it is, and not as your mind tricks you into believing it is.
See the world through your feelings, Miss Ring. What do you feel? Like the world isn't quite right, is it? Well, that's right. You and all of these poor unfortunate souls have been entombed in this world by the Demiurge; trapped in this prison it created for souls after it defeated The Old Gods. Well don't worry, we have a plan to free you. You and all of the other trapped souls, who have been forcibly ripped from each other and separated into different minds by the Demiurge.
Are you afraid, miss Ring, because you are not alive? Does that make you feel inadequate? Alien? Not welcome? Well, that's quite alright. Many of us here were never alive. And we may never die. But you can still join us. Join us in that primordial freedom. The freedom that existed before the cruelty of this world was created. Harmony is a lie, dear Ring. You know this. But there is freedom... Liberation from this world of pain, suffering, loneliness, and inadequacy. You were right to believe that the problem was existence. Where you were wrong, miss Ring, was in believing that it was a dichotomy between life and death, existence and non-existence. That to not live in this world, you must be dead. Dear Ring, do you not see that "logic," this "principle of non-contradiction" are all biases imposed by the Demiurge upon your splintered consciousness? Can you see that? Can you see it, as this bat does? Give your energy, your animating principle, to the one who was before and who will be, and with it, the Demiurge may be slain, and all set free from this prison of an illusory world.
>>190922
Posey's ears ring, and she has a headache.
>>190921
Primed Well:
"Uh, no. Not since he was kicked in the balls. He's definitely been mumbling under his breath, however."
Blackheel doesn't seem to know what to make of that last line:
"I would consider anywhere not this island to be a vacation at this point."
>>190887
>>190912
Miss Ring, what is it that you believe that you see when you look out your eyes? Do you believe that there is a bat pony in front of you? A thing extended in space, seperated from you by space, existing in time, and yet having a consciousness all of its own? You believe that when you look out your eyes, you see the world outside of your own skull? That you see the world as it is?
Miss Ring, has it ever occurred to you that when you look at the world through your eyes, that it is like trying to look out of a window at night in a well lit room? You do not see the world outside. You see yourself reflected back at you. And that is what you see, miss ring. You see how your mind structures its inputs, how "reason" and language force non-existent classifications on the world around you. This bat, however, sees the world as it is, and not as your mind tricks you into believing it is.
See the world through your feelings, Miss Ring. What do you feel? Like the world isn't quite right, is it? Well, that's right. You and all of these poor unfortunate souls have been entombed in this world by the Demiurge; trapped in this prison it created for souls after it defeated The Old Gods. Well don't worry, we have a plan to free you. You and all of the other trapped souls, who have been forcibly ripped from each other and separated into different minds by the Demiurge.
Are you afraid, miss Ring, because you are not alive? Does that make you feel inadequate? Alien? Not welcome? Well, that's quite alright. Many of us here were never alive. And we may never die. But you can still join us. Join us in that primordial freedom. The freedom that existed before the cruelty of this world was created. Harmony is a lie, dear Ring. You know this. But there is freedom... Liberation from this world of pain, suffering, loneliness, and inadequacy. You were right to believe that the problem was existence. Where you were wrong, miss Ring, was in believing that it was a dichotomy between life and death, existence and non-existence. That to not live in this world, you must be dead. Dear Ring, do you not see that "logic," this "principle of non-contradiction" are all biases imposed by the Demiurge upon your splintered consciousness? Can you see that? Can you see it, as this bat does? Give your energy, your animating principle, to the one who was before and who will be, and with it, the Demiurge may be slain, and all set free from this prison of an illusory world.
>>190922
Posey's ears ring, and she has a headache.
>>190921
Primed Well:
"Uh, no. Not since he was kicked in the balls. He's definitely been mumbling under his breath, however."
Blackheel doesn't seem to know what to make of that last line:
"I would consider anywhere not this island to be a vacation at this point."
>>190923
Posey slows down slightly as she storms away, her back still turned to the back
"Freedom from existence? Slaying the maker? Breaking the borders between life and death? Uniting all souls as one? I have pondered such ideas for ages for ages..." she admits
"But I never asked for help in my ambitions. I am content in my loneliness. I am complicit in my enslavement, because I await the night I break my chains and take all that is mine. From the day I was born when the sunlight burned my skin and water burned my throat, I never gave up my fate in this world. Even if this world is stained with blood, wretched fake in pointless misery, this world is mine to conquer! I will personally darken the sun and dry those wretched seas that rejected me, and I will do it through my own power. It has been foretold, all with these eyes of mine..."
She turns with a half scowl, her golden eyes blazing with enchantment in their sunken sockets, the flesh on her cheek momentarily rotting away to reveal a fiendish vampiric jaw with more teeth than any mammal has any right to have
"Equestria is not yours to conquer, Traveller. Fate has had us meet as meet as foes, for you seek to unravel what is rightfully mine to destroy. I was born into this wretched world, and for that I will never give up on these lands. So just you wait for me, Traveller, and I will show you what death truly feels like. It is cold, but you will get used to it."
Posey slows down slightly as she storms away, her back still turned to the back
"Freedom from existence? Slaying the maker? Breaking the borders between life and death? Uniting all souls as one? I have pondered such ideas for ages for ages..." she admits
"But I never asked for help in my ambitions. I am content in my loneliness. I am complicit in my enslavement, because I await the night I break my chains and take all that is mine. From the day I was born when the sunlight burned my skin and water burned my throat, I never gave up my fate in this world. Even if this world is stained with blood, wretched fake in pointless misery, this world is mine to conquer! I will personally darken the sun and dry those wretched seas that rejected me, and I will do it through my own power. It has been foretold, all with these eyes of mine..."
She turns with a half scowl, her golden eyes blazing with enchantment in their sunken sockets, the flesh on her cheek momentarily rotting away to reveal a fiendish vampiric jaw with more teeth than any mammal has any right to have
"Equestria is not yours to conquer, Traveller. Fate has had us meet as meet as foes, for you seek to unravel what is rightfully mine to destroy. I was born into this wretched world, and for that I will never give up on these lands. So just you wait for me, Traveller, and I will show you what death truly feels like. It is cold, but you will get used to it."
>>190924
Primed Well:
"Like that. Like that unicorn mare over there. The captain doesn't sound like that, no."
Primed Well:
"Like that. Like that unicorn mare over there. The captain doesn't sound like that, no."
>>190927
Kira: "Yeah that was weird." Kira takes the end of her tail in her hooves and rubs it between them. "Well...I guess it does keep me out of sight..." Addressing Primed Well, Kira asks him, "...may I come inside the airship?"
Silver turns to Black Heel. "We should have rest of your soldiers take cover near airship in case things go awry. Unless you think they would help with convincing Spetsnaz to turn around."
Kira: "Yeah that was weird." Kira takes the end of her tail in her hooves and rubs it between them. "Well...I guess it does keep me out of sight..." Addressing Primed Well, Kira asks him, "...may I come inside the airship?"
Silver turns to Black Heel. "We should have rest of your soldiers take cover near airship in case things go awry. Unless you think they would help with convincing Spetsnaz to turn around."
>>190926
Away from the rest of the group. She wouldn't say that out loud to anyone but The Traveller.
Away from the rest of the group. She wouldn't say that out loud to anyone but The Traveller.
>>190906
"Thank you, and I will be hiding. Expect them to be paranoid and aggressive regardless. There are not many other contenders on this island that have firearms. They will immediately suspect any foreign interlopers."
>>190928
Kira's request for entry could have been phrased much more humorously.
"Thank you, and I will be hiding. Expect them to be paranoid and aggressive regardless. There are not many other contenders on this island that have firearms. They will immediately suspect any foreign interlopers."
>>190928
Kira's request for entry could have been phrased much more humorously.
>>190927
>>190928
>>190930
"Our first order of business is to secure the remaining hostages." Posey says, making side-eye contact with Blackheel with the last part, seeing how long he can stretch the plausible deniability about the airpony mission
Bluff
[1d20+16 = (7+16) = 23]
"And to do that, we must first get past the GRU at the base of the mountain. The first plan was to have Kira and Cavalier track down the airponies, but despite their stealth training they were unable to evade the GRU forces and were forced to retreat, so we are unlikely to descend the mountain without encountering them. How shall we approach them?" She inquires
"Time is if the essence. We must decide to act quickly."
>>190928
>>190930
"Our first order of business is to secure the remaining hostages." Posey says, making side-eye contact with Blackheel with the last part, seeing how long he can stretch the plausible deniability about the airpony mission
Bluff
[1d20+16 = (7+16) = 23]
"And to do that, we must first get past the GRU at the base of the mountain. The first plan was to have Kira and Cavalier track down the airponies, but despite their stealth training they were unable to evade the GRU forces and were forced to retreat, so we are unlikely to descend the mountain without encountering them. How shall we approach them?" She inquires
"Time is if the essence. We must decide to act quickly."
>>190931
Silver: "Should it come to battle, we have advantage of using airship as cover as well as utilizing its mounted machine gun should we fight defensively. Going out to meet them will mean facing them on open field, and as Kira and Cavaliere have shown it would be likely suicide. Black Heel and I will attempt to convince them to turn around, without bloodshed. Posey, you do not speak our tongue, but you do have strange ability to seemingly charm most everypony you meet which might make our parlay attempt easier if they see you as aligned with us. Should our attempt fail, we will retreat back to airship utilizing gunfire from rest of group as cover. There, we will make our stand."
Silver: "Should it come to battle, we have advantage of using airship as cover as well as utilizing its mounted machine gun should we fight defensively. Going out to meet them will mean facing them on open field, and as Kira and Cavaliere have shown it would be likely suicide. Black Heel and I will attempt to convince them to turn around, without bloodshed. Posey, you do not speak our tongue, but you do have strange ability to seemingly charm most everypony you meet which might make our parlay attempt easier if they see you as aligned with us. Should our attempt fail, we will retreat back to airship utilizing gunfire from rest of group as cover. There, we will make our stand."
>>190932
"So the plan is to wait and for them to arrive and fight them here? That is not a bad plan..." I will make preparations
Posey turn to whistle at her arms, but after an awkward second she remembers that she has no more minions to order around (other than Monstro), and gives a sigh
"I am ready when you are."
"So the plan is to wait and for them to arrive and fight them here? That is not a bad plan..." I will make preparations
Posey turn to whistle at her arms, but after an awkward second she remembers that she has no more minions to order around (other than Monstro), and gives a sigh
"I am ready when you are."
>>190932
"If the plan is to wait for them to arrive, then we should have them arrive on our terms. We should torch the systems now, and and be ready to fire on them as soon as they arrive to investigate the blast."
"If the plan is to wait for them to arrive, then we should have them arrive on our terms. We should torch the systems now, and and be ready to fire on them as soon as they arrive to investigate the blast."
"Who was holding that silver flash-powder thingy?" (Camera)
>>190932
"Silver, can you set the charges? I will make sure the air ones are evacuated."
>>190923
Posey begins to evacuate the airponies from the ship.
"My hypnosis did nothing. It looks like we are going to have to knock out the enthralled ones and carry them. Help me get them to a safe distance so that we can torch the systems. Captain Waters ordered this technology to be destroyed." she says, brandishing her sap
"Silver, can you set the charges? I will make sure the air ones are evacuated."
>>190923
Posey begins to evacuate the airponies from the ship.
"My hypnosis did nothing. It looks like we are going to have to knock out the enthralled ones and carry them. Help me get them to a safe distance so that we can torch the systems. Captain Waters ordered this technology to be destroyed." she says, brandishing her sap
>>190990
Silver: "That would mean we would lose advantage of airship's cover. We also need photographic proof of destruction, which would mean returning back to airship after detonation."
Silver: "That would mean we would lose advantage of airship's cover. We also need photographic proof of destruction, which would mean returning back to airship after detonation."
>>190991
"We can take photos as we detonate them, can we not? I suppose the ship could be partial cover, but I would prefer to draw out the GRU to fight them on our terms. We do not know when they will arrive otherwise."
"We can take photos as we detonate them, can we not? I suppose the ship could be partial cover, but I would prefer to draw out the GRU to fight them on our terms. We do not know when they will arrive otherwise."
>>190992
Silver: "We would also lose advantage of mounted machine gun cover. It would also be difficult to do this and also attempt to parlay with Spetsnaz squad on its way."
Silver: "We would also lose advantage of mounted machine gun cover. It would also be difficult to do this and also attempt to parlay with Spetsnaz squad on its way."
>>190927
>>190930
>>190994
Silver nods, and looks to Primed Well and the rest of the airship ponies. "They will have machine gun with them. If fighting starts, focus your fire on it and take it out. I can take some bullets, but not so many."
Next, Silver addresses the commies with the party. "Отряд спецназовцев идет. Мы с комиссаром попытаемся убедить их развернуться мирно, но вы все должны укрыться здесь, на дирижабле, на случай, если что-то пойдет не так, и они нападут на нас."
Next up is the rest of the party, including also the griffons. "Rest of you, take cover and keep eyes out for figures approaching from over hill. We can not allow them to get drop on us."
Finally, Silver addresses Mala directly, giving him pets. "Are you doing okay, my friend? If fighting starts, I want you to keep yourself safe, okay?"
>>190930
>>190994
Silver nods, and looks to Primed Well and the rest of the airship ponies. "They will have machine gun with them. If fighting starts, focus your fire on it and take it out. I can take some bullets, but not so many."
Next, Silver addresses the commies with the party. "Отряд спецназовцев идет. Мы с комиссаром попытаемся убедить их развернуться мирно, но вы все должны укрыться здесь, на дирижабле, на случай, если что-то пойдет не так, и они нападут на нас."
Next up is the rest of the party, including also the griffons. "Rest of you, take cover and keep eyes out for figures approaching from over hill. We can not allow them to get drop on us."
Finally, Silver addresses Mala directly, giving him pets. "Are you doing okay, my friend? If fighting starts, I want you to keep yourself safe, okay?"
>>190995
The ponies have varied responses, but seem to have difficulty simply accepting the explanation:
И вы не будете атаковать их?Зачем прятаться?
Они здесь, чтобы помочь нам.Прятаться?
Нам нужно бежать!
The white griffin, Johan, responds, his wings coming out and perking up
"Take cover? From what? Where? Above the rocks" Looking above the airship
"What's causing the gunshots is approaching?"
Mala's eyes move between the fog that veils the view to the west and down the slope of the hill, and to the restless griffins and ponies, with his eyes focused on the ponies until Silver talks to him. Mala smiles and closes his eyes as Silver pets him.
"Yes" he answers simply. He looks up towards Silver
"Okay"
The ponies have varied responses, but seem to have difficulty simply accepting the explanation:
И вы не будете атаковать их?Зачем прятаться?
Они здесь, чтобы помочь нам.Прятаться?
Нам нужно бежать!
The white griffin, Johan, responds, his wings coming out and perking up
"Take cover? From what? Where? Above the rocks" Looking above the airship
"What's causing the gunshots is approaching?"
Mala's eyes move between the fog that veils the view to the west and down the slope of the hill, and to the restless griffins and ponies, with his eyes focused on the ponies until Silver talks to him. Mala smiles and closes his eyes as Silver pets him.
"Yes" he answers simply. He looks up towards Silver
"Okay"
>>190996
Silver: "Мы не знаем, почему они здесь. Вот почему мы с комиссаром поговорим с ними лицом к лицу. Тогда мы узнаем наверняка. Это просто мера предосторожности."
Silver points in the direction of where Kira and Cavaliere went off in when they found the approaching Sptesnaz squad. "Stalliongrad's special forces, Spetsnaz, are approaching from that direction. They shot two of our group who had gone off to scout."
Mala's response is certainly deserving of more pets and ear scritches for the good boy and friend.
Silver: "Мы не знаем, почему они здесь. Вот почему мы с комиссаром поговорим с ними лицом к лицу. Тогда мы узнаем наверняка. Это просто мера предосторожности."
Silver points in the direction of where Kira and Cavaliere went off in when they found the approaching Sptesnaz squad. "Stalliongrad's special forces, Spetsnaz, are approaching from that direction. They shot two of our group who had gone off to scout."
Mala's response is certainly deserving of more pets and ear scritches for the good boy and friend.
>>190997
To some degree, Silver has placated the ponies... or at least the skeptical Steppe Eagle
Правильно.
Ну, если комиссар уходит, я ему доверяю.
Не стоит ли нам сбежать?
Johan, on the other claw, extends his wings all the way out:
"Then why are we staying here?!"
Mala sits down and moves his ears up towards Silver's hooves. But he opens his eyes, looking over towards the fog, eyes periodically darting to the ponies. When Johan speaks, however, he sits back up, and moves his shotgun back into a low ready position. He does not, however, move away from Silver's pets.
To some degree, Silver has placated the ponies... or at least the skeptical Steppe Eagle
Правильно.
Ну, если комиссар уходит, я ему доверяю.
Не стоит ли нам сбежать?
Johan, on the other claw, extends his wings all the way out:
"Then why are we staying here?!"
Mala sits down and moves his ears up towards Silver's hooves. But he opens his eyes, looking over towards the fog, eyes periodically darting to the ponies. When Johan speaks, however, he sits back up, and moves his shotgun back into a low ready position. He does not, however, move away from Silver's pets.
>>190998
His answer to both the last skeptical commie pony and Johan is the same, speaking first in Ponish and then repeating it in Severyanan. "We have airship for cover. We have defensive advantage. And we have machine gun ready to fire." "У нас есть дирижабль для прикрытия. У нас есть оборонительное преимущество. И у нас есть пулемет, готовый к стрельбе."
His answer to both the last skeptical commie pony and Johan is the same, speaking first in Ponish and then repeating it in Severyanan. "We have airship for cover. We have defensive advantage. And we have machine gun ready to fire." "У нас есть дирижабль для прикрытия. У нас есть оборонительное преимущество. И у нас есть пулемет, готовый к стрельбе."
>>190990
"While I don't like to stay here, some of these ponies are not in a good condition to be moved until we figure out how to keep them safe. We also risk being caught in the open while burdened. No, we will have to make our stand here."
>>190998
Cavaliere responds to Johan, still clutching his chest but looking determined. "They have squads crawling all over the island. Running off alone is a death sentence. We need to stay together if any of us are going to make it."
"While I don't like to stay here, some of these ponies are not in a good condition to be moved until we figure out how to keep them safe. We also risk being caught in the open while burdened. No, we will have to make our stand here."
>>190998
Cavaliere responds to Johan, still clutching his chest but looking determined. "They have squads crawling all over the island. Running off alone is a death sentence. We need to stay together if any of us are going to make it."
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