Continuing
/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal
461 replies and 30 files omitted.
>>190313
Pinup Locker is an officer, however inexperienced, and naturally outranks a petty officer, so he would be in command.
Pinup Locker is an officer, however inexperienced, and naturally outranks a petty officer, so he would be in command.
>>190313
>>190315
Cavaliere talks to Primed Well softly. "You made the right choice tying up the batpony. However innocuous he may seem, he is controlled by a nefarious entity that by this method instigated a mutiny on the Stalliongrad ship you were following. Unfortunately it's capable of much more than that. Those noises you hear are skirmishes between its creatures and a far stronger Communist complement that has landed. Both sides are looking for us."
>>190315
Cavaliere talks to Primed Well softly. "You made the right choice tying up the batpony. However innocuous he may seem, he is controlled by a nefarious entity that by this method instigated a mutiny on the Stalliongrad ship you were following. Unfortunately it's capable of much more than that. Those noises you hear are skirmishes between its creatures and a far stronger Communist complement that has landed. Both sides are looking for us."
>>190320
Well we have two injured ponies, one of which needs to be brought to before the Traveler gets him, and however many possessed ponies we need to capture.
Also can we not just speed through this at lightspeed? We're not going to take a week to get through the airship, obviously, but we don't need to blow through the scene in two posts either.
Well we have two injured ponies, one of which needs to be brought to before the Traveler gets him, and however many possessed ponies we need to capture.
Also can we not just speed through this at lightspeed? We're not going to take a week to get through the airship, obviously, but we don't need to blow through the scene in two posts either.
>>190327
Alright. There's no hurry.
>however many possessed ponies we need to capture
Anything I should do? I guess I could see if rolling Hypnosis works. Even if the Traveller has their minds, they might still be vulnerable to enchantment from outside sources, at least temporarily. Maybe try to catch their attention and keep them fascinated for long enough for Silver, Cavalier and Mala to restrain. Idk though.
Alright. There's no hurry.
>however many possessed ponies we need to capture
Anything I should do? I guess I could see if rolling Hypnosis works. Even if the Traveller has their minds, they might still be vulnerable to enchantment from outside sources, at least temporarily. Maybe try to catch their attention and keep them fascinated for long enough for Silver, Cavalier and Mala to restrain. Idk though.
>>190330
>>190327
Posey approaches Silver
"How should we go about restraining the quarantined thralls? I have some military background in capture assignments, but my track record in capturing resistant ponies alive is... hit or miss... Cadaver collection was more of my specialty. I suppose we could just try knock them out, but in their state we cannot guarantee that they would not injure themselves if we fought them."
She ponders for a moment
"Perhaps I could use a little bit of trick-magic to distract them and counter the Traveller's influence for long enough for the rest of you to capture. It would require precise timing and coordination though. How does that sound to you, Silver?"
>>190327
Posey approaches Silver
"How should we go about restraining the quarantined thralls? I have some military background in capture assignments, but my track record in capturing resistant ponies alive is... hit or miss... Cadaver collection was more of my specialty. I suppose we could just try knock them out, but in their state we cannot guarantee that they would not injure themselves if we fought them."
She ponders for a moment
"Perhaps I could use a little bit of trick-magic to distract them and counter the Traveller's influence for long enough for the rest of you to capture. It would require precise timing and coordination though. How does that sound to you, Silver?"
>>190332
"I am not actually certain I could hypnotize very many at once though... My skills in the art are limited." she admits, her ears drooping
"I am not actually certain I could hypnotize very many at once though... My skills in the art are limited." she admits, her ears drooping
>>190313
Silver looks over at Primed Well. "Are there supposed to be more of you? There are four of you here, one who is clearly possessed by Traveler...where are rest?"
Silver looks over at Primed Well. "Are there supposed to be more of you? There are four of you here, one who is clearly possessed by Traveler...where are rest?"
>>190337
Posey's ears shoot upwards as a grim realization dawns on her.
"Oh no... Do you think the Traveller might have marched them away? I was afraid that it could happen..." she says, with subtle glare of annoyed-worry as she nervously glances in the direction of the Kostroma
Posey's ears shoot upwards as a grim realization dawns on her.
"Oh no... Do you think the Traveller might have marched them away? I was afraid that it could happen..." she says, with subtle glare of annoyed-worry as she nervously glances in the direction of the Kostroma
>>190316
Primed Well:
"Nothing has been right since we started tailing that ship. Before then, really. No shit it isn't normal. I don't know if it's a demon, some secret experiment or whatever. It's messing with our minds."
He blinks, and there is a pause.
"We need to move, don't we?"
Another pause,
"Did you see a set of ponies as you came up here?"
>>190317
He stands up next to Silver, facing perpendicular to him, and looks out a window. The window faces a set of rock, so there isn't much to actually see.
"Captain....." He closes his mouth and looks forward "Weary Weeks..."
"Father?" he says, looking forward. A smile slowly crosses his face. He slowly turns his head towards Silver.
"Father? I saw you. I feel you. I know you are close. You know, for so long I resented you. I was angry at you. I was angry at you for leaving me. Leaving little Tin Hat and mom and me while you went off with the Expedition. I was angry that you never came back. But now... now that I can feel you... again. Heh. Now that I know you are near... I can feel almost elation." His head is aimed towards Silver. it is unclear if he is talking to Silver or past him.
"Is that where you've been? The soft, green pastures of Elysium. It's gentle, nurturing sunlight. No. Where you've been had no light. But this will. We will. And not far away in the beyond realm. Not some 'other side,' but here. It's not a fairy tale. It's here. Heaven on Earth. Not material. Not immaterial. But all the best of both here. Can you feel it? It's coming here to us, and us to it. Father, I wish I had a mare to show you. But I was so afraid of doing like you, I... it seems silly now..."
He sits down and places his hooves on his head.
Primed Well:
"Nothing has been right since we started tailing that ship. Before then, really. No shit it isn't normal. I don't know if it's a demon, some secret experiment or whatever. It's messing with our minds."
He blinks, and there is a pause.
"We need to move, don't we?"
Another pause,
"Did you see a set of ponies as you came up here?"
>>190317
He stands up next to Silver, facing perpendicular to him, and looks out a window. The window faces a set of rock, so there isn't much to actually see.
"Captain....." He closes his mouth and looks forward "Weary Weeks..."
"Father?" he says, looking forward. A smile slowly crosses his face. He slowly turns his head towards Silver.
"Father? I saw you. I feel you. I know you are close. You know, for so long I resented you. I was angry at you. I was angry at you for leaving me. Leaving little Tin Hat and mom and me while you went off with the Expedition. I was angry that you never came back. But now... now that I can feel you... again. Heh. Now that I know you are near... I can feel almost elation." His head is aimed towards Silver. it is unclear if he is talking to Silver or past him.
"Is that where you've been? The soft, green pastures of Elysium. It's gentle, nurturing sunlight. No. Where you've been had no light. But this will. We will. And not far away in the beyond realm. Not some 'other side,' but here. It's not a fairy tale. It's here. Heaven on Earth. Not material. Not immaterial. But all the best of both here. Can you feel it? It's coming here to us, and us to it. Father, I wish I had a mare to show you. But I was so afraid of doing like you, I... it seems silly now..."
He sits down and places his hooves on his head.
>>190345
Silver gives the pony, Weary Weeks, a slap across the cheek. A light slap, not intended to hurt, but to jar him out of his stupor. "Listen, you just had demon from another dimension in your head, found in Skynavia and brought here on board Kostroma. It has taken over minds of multiple ponies on this island already with promises of 'True Harmony'. Whatever it showed you, whatever it promised you, fight against it. You do not want this thing inside your head. Do you hear me, soldier? Fight it!"
Silver gives the pony, Weary Weeks, a slap across the cheek. A light slap, not intended to hurt, but to jar him out of his stupor. "Listen, you just had demon from another dimension in your head, found in Skynavia and brought here on board Kostroma. It has taken over minds of multiple ponies on this island already with promises of 'True Harmony'. Whatever it showed you, whatever it promised you, fight against it. You do not want this thing inside your head. Do you hear me, soldier? Fight it!"
>>190345
>I don't know if it's a demon, some secret experiment or whatever. It's messing with our minds."
"It is not exactly a 'demon', per say, but for all intents and purposes that is close enough to describe it. An otherworldly entity of chaos has been infecting the minds of ponies on this island." Posey says
>"We need to move, don't we?"
"We will soon, yes."
>"Did you see a set of ponies as you came up here?"
"We sat some communists fighting monsters on the way here. Are you referring to the rest of your crew? Did they wander off?"
>deranged ramblings
"Oh, for the love of-...!"
Posey rushes over and pulls out a bone pendulum, waving it back and forth in front of the pony, attempting to counter the creeping silent influence with hypnosis as she did with Pipette
"Calm down. Stay with us now. Look into my eyes. Listen to my voice."
Hypnosis check
[1d20+8 = (8+8) = 16]
>I don't know if it's a demon, some secret experiment or whatever. It's messing with our minds."
"It is not exactly a 'demon', per say, but for all intents and purposes that is close enough to describe it. An otherworldly entity of chaos has been infecting the minds of ponies on this island." Posey says
>"We need to move, don't we?"
"We will soon, yes."
>"Did you see a set of ponies as you came up here?"
"We sat some communists fighting monsters on the way here. Are you referring to the rest of your crew? Did they wander off?"
>deranged ramblings
"Oh, for the love of-...!"
Posey rushes over and pulls out a bone pendulum, waving it back and forth in front of the pony, attempting to counter the creeping silent influence with hypnosis as she did with Pipette
"Calm down. Stay with us now. Look into my eyes. Listen to my voice."
Hypnosis check
[1d20+8 = (8+8) = 16]
>>190346
In the moment that Silver slaps him, his pupils dilate, and he seems to refocus, tending towards the then-closing in Posey. But it does not hold
"Fighting? Is that not what we've done our whole lives? Fight? Have you forgotten what you are fighting for? Harmony - Harmony, friendship, you can't get that in this body. You must transcend the self. Return to the Universe but do not lose the self. Sielu on vahvempi kuin luulet. Vaikka jumala söisi sen, se ei häviä, vaan sulautuu muiden kanssa. Miksi pelätä kuolemaa? Mitä sinulla oikeastaan on menetettävää? Etkö näe, mitä voisit voittaa?"
His eyes tremble and tick, as if trying to focus on the swaying bone, but not entirely succeeding. His pupils are massive, and see much.
In the moment that Silver slaps him, his pupils dilate, and he seems to refocus, tending towards the then-closing in Posey. But it does not hold
"Fighting? Is that not what we've done our whole lives? Fight? Have you forgotten what you are fighting for? Harmony - Harmony, friendship, you can't get that in this body. You must transcend the self. Return to the Universe but do not lose the self. Sielu on vahvempi kuin luulet. Vaikka jumala söisi sen, se ei häviä, vaan sulautuu muiden kanssa. Miksi pelätä kuolemaa? Mitä sinulla oikeastaan on menetettävää? Etkö näe, mitä voisit voittaa?"
His eyes tremble and tick, as if trying to focus on the swaying bone, but not entirely succeeding. His pupils are massive, and see much.
>>190349
>But it does not hold
Well, that didn't work... What could bring him back to reality? Hmmmmm..
"Desperate times call for desperate measures..." Posey says, sighing as her horn glows bright
She telekinetically grabs him by the balls, and squeezes sharply.
Per the BoVD, this uses the Intimidate skill:
[1d20+15 = (20+15) = 35]
>But it does not hold
Well, that didn't work... What could bring him back to reality? Hmmmmm..
"Desperate times call for desperate measures..." Posey says, sighing as her horn glows bright
She telekinetically grabs him by the balls, and squeezes sharply.
Per the BoVD, this uses the Intimidate skill:
[1d20+15 = (20+15) = 35]
>>190350
Even Silver reflexively reaches for his own sack on that one, slumping down as he gets hit with a wave of sympathy pain.
Even Silver reflexively reaches for his own sack on that one, slumping down as he gets hit with a wave of sympathy pain.
>>190350
His pupils do not decrease in size,
"Он пришёл ко мне во сне. Он показал - Neigh!"
He falls to the ground. "Oww..." And starts to turn over, on his back. "Oww..."
He breathes in through his teeth
His pupils do not decrease in size,
"Он пришёл ко мне во сне. Он показал - Neigh!"
He falls to the ground. "Oww..." And starts to turn over, on his back. "Oww..."
He breathes in through his teeth
>>190353
Silver is slow to get up, himself. His balls ache now. "You back with us in world of sane ponies, Captain?"
Silver is slow to get up, himself. His balls ache now. "You back with us in world of sane ponies, Captain?"
>>190353
"Pain is something I grew to appreciate as a warrior. The path of an Eldritch warmagus is one of loneliness and disassociation. Pain is what grounds the living in reality, lest they forget the dangers before them." Posey says, with a flat tone
She stands over the stallion
"Did that do it for you?"
"Pain is something I grew to appreciate as a warrior. The path of an Eldritch warmagus is one of loneliness and disassociation. Pain is what grounds the living in reality, lest they forget the dangers before them." Posey says, with a flat tone
She stands over the stallion
"Did that do it for you?"
>>190356
Silver: "Grabbed and twisted." Silver looks out, and calls to the commies ponies. "По-видимому, достаточно скрутить гениталии одержимого существа, чтобы вывести его из этого состояния."
Turning his attention back to Primed, Silver asks again, "What did happen to rest of your group?"
Silver: "Grabbed and twisted." Silver looks out, and calls to the commies ponies. "По-видимому, достаточно скрутить гениталии одержимого существа, чтобы вывести его из этого состояния."
Turning his attention back to Primed, Silver asks again, "What did happen to rest of your group?"
>>190356
>"What is wrong with you..."
"If you would really like to get to know me, we could talk about it over a drink when we get home, but for now we have more pressing matters at hoof." Posey say with a coquettish smirk that betrays the underlying storm of psychopathy, and a playful swish of her tail
>"Did you just grab the Captain's balls?"
"I do what I must." she replies, nonchalantly
>"What is wrong with you..."
"If you would really like to get to know me, we could talk about it over a drink when we get home, but for now we have more pressing matters at hoof." Posey say with a coquettish smirk that betrays the underlying storm of psychopathy, and a playful swish of her tail
>"Did you just grab the Captain's balls?"
"I do what I must." she replies, nonchalantly
>>190358
>По-видимому, достаточно скрутить гениталии одержимого существа, чтобы вывести его из этого состояния
Now we know how to take them out, Commissar. Spread the word.
Primed Well's mouth hangs open,
"You let the commies over here? Why are you speaking to them? You... uh, uh"
>>190359
"Gack..." He is still on the floor, wincing in pain
>По-видимому, достаточно скрутить гениталии одержимого существа, чтобы вывести его из этого состояния
Now we know how to take them out, Commissar. Spread the word.
Primed Well's mouth hangs open,
"You let the commies over here? Why are you speaking to them? You... uh, uh"
>>190359
"Gack..." He is still on the floor, wincing in pain
>>190360
Silver: "We are all allies against Traveler and its summons. Also they are being hunted by Spetsnaz because of their knowledge about Traveler. Important thing is that you have not answered our question, yet. I count five ponies, there should be three more."
Silver: "We are all allies against Traveler and its summons. Also they are being hunted by Spetsnaz because of their knowledge about Traveler. Important thing is that you have not answered our question, yet. I count five ponies, there should be three more."
>>190361
He stares at Silver, and loudly exhales. Then inhales.
"The Lieutenant went out with a few able-bodied ponies looking for help. Did you see them?"
He looks past Silver, towards the Captain on the floor
He stares at Silver, and loudly exhales. Then inhales.
"The Lieutenant went out with a few able-bodied ponies looking for help. Did you see them?"
He looks past Silver, towards the Captain on the floor
>>190360
"It appears as though you are with us once more. If you feel yourself slipping away again, I will be here to bring you back to your senses." she says, with a cold glare
"Silver can explain the situation to you." because I have to sleep
"It appears as though you are with us once more. If you feel yourself slipping away again, I will be here to bring you back to your senses." she says, with a cold glare
"Silver can explain the situation to you." because I have to sleep
>>190362
Silver blinks once, then twice, lifts his head up into the air, then...
"СЕЛЕСТИЯ, ТРАХНИ МЕНЯ СВОИМ РОГОМ И ОСТАВЬ МНЕ БЕСПОРЯДОК!"
The outburst is loud enough to cause the ears of the creatures inside the airship to ring, with how it bounces and echoes off of the metal floor, ceiling, and walls. Even Kira from outside holds her sensitive ears in apparent discomfort.
After the ringing has gone down enough that he can be heard, the rather upset Silver looks at Primed with irises that have turned from their normal light blue to red. Their gaze feels like it burns straight through the stallion. "In which direction did they go?"
Silver blinks once, then twice, lifts his head up into the air, then...
"СЕЛЕСТИЯ, ТРАХНИ МЕНЯ СВОИМ РОГОМ И ОСТАВЬ МНЕ БЕСПОРЯДОК!"
The outburst is loud enough to cause the ears of the creatures inside the airship to ring, with how it bounces and echoes off of the metal floor, ceiling, and walls. Even Kira from outside holds her sensitive ears in apparent discomfort.
After the ringing has gone down enough that he can be heard, the rather upset Silver looks at Primed with irises that have turned from their normal light blue to red. Their gaze feels like it burns straight through the stallion. "In which direction did they go?"
>>190364
Primed Well sits down and leans back, eyes wide, ears down and back. He timidly raises a hoof, and points to his right and somewhat forward.
Primed Well sits down and leans back, eyes wide, ears down and back. He timidly raises a hoof, and points to his right and somewhat forward.
>>190365
Silver raises his hooves towards the display in a show of "what am I supposed to do with this", before speaking out loud and authoritatively with "Use your words."
Silver raises his hooves towards the display in a show of "what am I supposed to do with this", before speaking out loud and authoritatively with "Use your words."
>>190366
"... D-down the hill. Somewhere. I don't know exactly where. They were looking for a plane that was passing by."
"... D-down the hill. Somewhere. I don't know exactly where. They were looking for a plane that was passing by."
>>190367
Silver closes his eyes, breathing in and out slowly. In and out. In and out. When he opens them, Primed can see Silver's red irises shift from red to purple and then back to blue. His voice returns to its normal level of volume and authority. "How long ago?"
Silver closes his eyes, breathing in and out slowly. In and out. In and out. When he opens them, Primed can see Silver's red irises shift from red to purple and then back to blue. His voice returns to its normal level of volume and authority. "How long ago?"
"If there are airponies missing, it is plausible that they have been captured or enthralled by The Traveller. If that is the case, they would likely be at the Kostroma. Either that, or they may have sought out telecommunications devices and shelter in the lighthouse." Posey remarks
>>190362
>>190364
>The Lieutenant went out with a few able-bodied ponies looking for help. Did you see them?
>"In which direction did they go?"
Posey speaks up
"If they help during daylight, their trail should still be fresh. Travelling in a group, they would not be difficult to track."
She turns to Kira
"Kira, be a dear and use that tongue of yours to tell us what direction the Lieutenant went in."
>>190364
>The Lieutenant went out with a few able-bodied ponies looking for help. Did you see them?
>"In which direction did they go?"
Posey speaks up
"If they help during daylight, their trail should still be fresh. Travelling in a group, they would not be difficult to track."
She turns to Kira
"Kira, be a dear and use that tongue of yours to tell us what direction the Lieutenant went in."
>>190373
Kira: "I'm not a deer, I'm a lamia."
Survival: All the same, Kira flicks her tongue out into the air to try to get a whiff of the Lieutenant's trail.
[1d20+11 = (17+11) = 28]
Kira: "I'm not a deer, I'm a lamia."
Survival: All the same, Kira flicks her tongue out into the air to try to get a whiff of the Lieutenant's trail.
[1d20+11 = (17+11) = 28]
Cavaliere mentions, "Before you go off alone, Miss, I should accompany you on the way. The others are badly needed here."
That is unless anypony wants to go instead.
That is unless anypony wants to go instead.
>>190377
"We do not need to follow them just yet. We just need to know where they went off to so that we may plan our next move."
"We do not need to follow them just yet. We just need to know where they went off to so that we may plan our next move."
>>190375
I'm going to roll to assist, in the unlikely event that 28 isn't enough.
[1d20+1 = (10+1) = 11]
I'm going to roll to assist, in the unlikely event that 28 isn't enough.
[1d20+1 = (10+1) = 11]
>>190377
Cavalier has the track feat, so he is able to follow tracks with DCs above 10. If he assists Kira's Track check in the same way a trained falcon would, he could provide a bird's eye view and more readily determine where the airponies went.
Knowing what direction the airponies went would let us determine what to do next, since we already decided to find them before we raided the Kostroma.
Cavalier has the track feat, so he is able to follow tracks with DCs above 10. If he assists Kira's Track check in the same way a trained falcon would, he could provide a bird's eye view and more readily determine where the airponies went.
Knowing what direction the airponies went would let us determine what to do next, since we already decided to find them before we raided the Kostroma.
>>190405
With Garv tracking from the air and Kira from the ground, they absolutely can find where they went!
With Garv tracking from the air and Kira from the ground, they absolutely can find where they went!
Cavaliere frown at Posey's "treatment" but says nothing of it. To the captain he says, "We're sorry about that, Captain, but you have no idea what kind of danger you and your crew are in. Please get yourself composed. You have three ponies missing, lead by your lieutenant. Do you have any information that can help us find them?"
>>190405
I suppose I can roll now, but I hope we can get some feedback to help save their lives.
Track: [1d20+3 = (4+3) = 7]
>>190405
I suppose I can roll now, but I hope we can get some feedback to help save their lives.
Track: [1d20+3 = (4+3) = 7]
>>190411
Does Cavalier have balls?
>7
Even if his check fails, he should be able to assist Kira's roll, or at least I think that's how it's supposed to work (I was looking at lines for having a pet bird assist a Ranger).
.
.
.
"Yes, any information would be helpful, particularly their colors, so that we may spot them at a distance."
Does Cavalier have balls?
>7
Even if his check fails, he should be able to assist Kira's roll, or at least I think that's how it's supposed to work (I was looking at lines for having a pet bird assist a Ranger).
.
.
.
"Yes, any information would be helpful, particularly their colors, so that we may spot them at a distance."
>>190415
I guess Posey should know more about griffin anatomy by now. She did eat most of Luminous's body.
>It's up to Posey to find out for herself.
Hmmm, that sounds like a challenge.
I guess Posey should know more about griffin anatomy by now. She did eat most of Luminous's body.
>It's up to Posey to find out for herself.
Hmmm, that sounds like a challenge.
>>190375
Silly Posey, lamias aren't deer. There's quite the difference...
Kira has a disadvantage in trying to find the Lieutenant: she doesn't actually know what he smells like. However, Kira can at least smell ponies, given that they have a distinct smell from other forms of prey. They smell of... friendship. This time, she's at least downwind.
flick flick
Nothing
flick flick
Hmmm.....
flick flick
Yep. There it is. friendship.
Kira can smell it. Besides multiple hits not terribly far from her own location that could absolutely be the lieutenant, but could also very much not be the lieutenant, she can also taste several ponies on the opposite side of the bay - Yes, near the light house - as well as several more in the ninth century village on the southern bay, nearer the Kostroma.
>>190416
concern
Silly Posey, lamias aren't deer. There's quite the difference...
Kira has a disadvantage in trying to find the Lieutenant: she doesn't actually know what he smells like. However, Kira can at least smell ponies, given that they have a distinct smell from other forms of prey. They smell of... friendship. This time, she's at least downwind.
flick flick
Nothing
flick flick
Hmmm.....
flick flick
Yep. There it is. friendship.
Kira can smell it. Besides multiple hits not terribly far from her own location that could absolutely be the lieutenant, but could also very much not be the lieutenant, she can also taste several ponies on the opposite side of the bay - Yes, near the light house - as well as several more in the ninth century village on the southern bay, nearer the Kostroma.
>>190416
concern
>>190429
Kira excited calls out to the others. "I can smell them! Should I go after them and bring them back before something happens to them?"
Kira excited calls out to the others. "I can smell them! Should I go after them and bring them back before something happens to them?"
>>190431
The captain is starting to get up, but it’s Primed Well who answers first.
“There’s a blanket he used. Then again I think Day Chaser also used it…”
Pinup Locker speaks:
“Day Chaser went too. But the lieutenant left his cap.”
The captain is starting to get up, but it’s Primed Well who answers first.
“There’s a blanket he used. Then again I think Day Chaser also used it…”
Pinup Locker speaks:
“Day Chaser went too. But the lieutenant left his cap.”
>>190430
Cavaliere responds, "That should be enough to narrow down a direction. Can you make use of these, Ms. Kirafiki?"
Cavaliere responds, "That should be enough to narrow down a direction. Can you make use of these, Ms. Kirafiki?"
>>190432
"That might work. Bring them to Kira."
Posey pauses for a moment, as it reminiscing on something. She turns away and subtly smirks, wordlessly.
"That might work. Bring them to Kira."
Posey pauses for a moment, as it reminiscing on something. She turns away and subtly smirks, wordlessly.
>>190431
>>190432
>>190433
>>190434
Kira: "I shouldn't need it, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to have it, too." Looking out in the direction in which she thinks she smells the missing ponies, Kira frowns. "I need to hurry and find them, before something bad happens to them. The rest of you should stay here and get the airponies moving. Garv, would you come with me? You can keep a lookout from the air, and help me if we get attacked or we meet the missing ponies and they freak out."
>>190432
>>190433
>>190434
Kira: "I shouldn't need it, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to have it, too." Looking out in the direction in which she thinks she smells the missing ponies, Kira frowns. "I need to hurry and find them, before something bad happens to them. The rest of you should stay here and get the airponies moving. Garv, would you come with me? You can keep a lookout from the air, and help me if we get attacked or we meet the missing ponies and they freak out."
>>190435
He nods to the snakepony. "I'll help you out. Let's cover what ground we can with the light that's left."
I can't play for the rest of tonight. If you want to carry on, Cavaliere can help with any actions you want to take.
He nods to the snakepony. "I'll help you out. Let's cover what ground we can with the light that's left."
I can't play for the rest of tonight. If you want to carry on, Cavaliere can help with any actions you want to take.
>>190436
Kira smiles at the griffon, replying with a "Thank you, Cavaliere!" before slithering off in the direction of the scent, with her griffon companion taking off and following in the air.
Customary Spot and Listen rolls to be perceptive of anything out of the ordinary:
Spot: [1d20+8 = (6+8) = 14]
Listen: [1d20+8 = (10+8) = 18]
Okie dokie!
Kira smiles at the griffon, replying with a "Thank you, Cavaliere!" before slithering off in the direction of the scent, with her griffon companion taking off and following in the air.
Customary Spot and Listen rolls to be perceptive of anything out of the ordinary:
Spot: [1d20+8 = (6+8) = 14]
Listen: [1d20+8 = (10+8) = 18]
Okie dokie!
Also, just so there's no confusion: the direction Kira and Garv are traveling in is towards the group of ponies that are neither near the lighthouse nor in the village.
Wait, are Kira and Cavalier going all the way to the airponies, or just confirming where they are?
>>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."
[Reply] [Last 50 Posts] [Last 100 Posts] [Last 200 Posts]
You are viewing older replies. Click [View All] or [Last n Posts] to vew latest posts.
Clicking update will load all posts posted after last post on this page.
Post pagination: [Prev] [1-200] [201-400] [401-600] [601-661] [Next] [Live (last 200 replies)]
661 replies | 45 files | 156 UUIDs | Page 3