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>>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.
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