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>>189315
>>189327
Dust freezes for a minute. He stares at the mare. He almost reaches for his flail a few times. He starts a few prayers under his breath before stopping. He finally lowers his head for a minute, and finally looks up.
"Our discussion is not done
We will resume when the day is won."
Dust plods off, obvious he will not partake, nor witness this.
>>189328
My nuts are sufficiently kicked

>>189334
"A level-headed and wise response, as expected of an accomplished priest. We will speak again, and exact our conflicts then. In the meantime, use those rhyming skills of your to keep Pipette out of the dream realm."
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Posey then returns to the leviathan bones.
She circles the bones, having gathered them in two piles: one Huge sized pile, consisting of the Leviathan's bones, and a second large sized one consisting of the smaller seal bones and whale bones, humming a subtle, indistinct mantra that may or may not be part of her spell. She unscrews the cap on the core of her scroll and shakes out a few black jewels, silently lamenting at having to expend them all so early in her career.

She turns to the onlookers
"The practices of my mentor's arcane thesis were a closely guarded secret. They shared them with nopony, not even me. It was through trust and privilege that they bestowed me with this scroll to use tonight. Keeping their secrets was a an oath that I made in exchange for their teachings, and my eventual emancipation. I would appreciate if the rest of you, especially the unicorns, would look away and cover your ears for this next part, but I cannot force you: like that honorable zegro before, I too must make compromises with my code of conduct."

Whether or not the onlookers honor her request, Posey proceeds to unfurl the scroll, scribbled with deranged inscrutable writing, levitates the gems into the eye sockets of the whales, and throws her head back and begins her chant:

"By the blackened sky and the starless sea,
I call upon the bones, from death set free.
From ocean depths where light dares not tread,
Rise, Leviathan, from the realm of the dead.

Whale of shadows, ancient and vast,
Awaken now from your timeless past.
Let the marrow of your bones ignite,
As ghostly flesh returns to night.

By the cursed winds and the deep sea’s roar,
I summon thee, to walk once more.
Ghost-whale of the abyss, rise high,
Tear through the heavens, darken the sky.

Dagon’s servants, tremble with fear,
For the spirit of the deep draws near.
Devour their souls, their flesh, their breath,
Sift through their hearts and bring their death.

From the deep, from the void, from the edge of time,
Come forth, my leviathan, so cold, so prime.
Through oceans of sorrow and seas of hate,
You are my weapon, you are my fate.

Rise, oh rise, ghost whale of dread,
Bound by the tides, in death’s dark thread.
Devour the spawn of Dagon’s reach,
And claim the earth, the sea, the beach.

Let the waves churn, let the waters boil,
As your spirit stirs in the ancient coil.
Leviathan, arise to feast and roam,
Take back the seas—this world is your home!"

Posey then makes two boops, completing the Animate Dead Spell, with intent to reanimate one Huge sized advanced bone lurker and one large typical bone lurker, in the form of spectral whales made of shambling unconnected bones.

Yay! I got to cast animate dead for the second time in this game :D

At GM's discretion, the residual magic in the leviathan bones may act as an additional material component to cause something unexpected to happen. Or perhaps the loathing resentment within the spirit of this CR 25 monster causes the spell to go awry. Or perhaps the resulting beast gains intelligence and turns on its master. Or perhaps Posey's master hexes her for revealing their secrets. Anything can happen.

>>189336
>>189341
Fine, Silver takes Black Heel away from the scene of necromancy that's about to take place.

>>189336
Cavaliere looks suspiciously at Posey and the jewels, making an arcane knowledge check as to their nature:
[1d20+7 = (13+7) = 20]
However, he reluctantly turns around and, sitting on the ground, covers his ears. Or, at least, it's where his ears probably are. With griffons it's hard to say.

>>189345
Arcana would tell you that it's a material component of some sort.
Spellcraft would tell you what kind of spell it is.

The gems are black in color, and don't appear to be particularly precious (they're carved onyx)

>>189336
But first! Silver takes Black Heel aside, away from the scene currently unfolding, to discuss with him their plan moving forward, and especially to make sure that he and the commies won't fly off the handle around the airponies.

>>189336
I just remembered that my Spellgifted trait only applies to spells that I personally cast, so it turns out I do in fact still need to make a caster level check to activate this scroll, since I am one point short of the proper caster level.
The DC is 8, so I succeed if I roll a 2 or higher. If I fail I suffer a scroll mishap.
>inb4 nat 1
[1d20+7 = (8+7) = 15]

I apologize in advance if this fucks up everything.

Posey closes her eyes as she completes the spell and the writing vanishes from the scroll.
She stands awkwardly, trembling somewhat
"D-did it work?"

Cavaliere turns to Sørvik and asks, "Heb je ergens netten liggen? Die hebben we misschien nodig om de bezeten pony's tegen te houden zonder ze pijn te doen."

Two *clicks* come over the radio, the result of someone pressing the transmit key twice, but saying nothing; ostensibly by a Bat who wishes to remind the party that we have radios, but without saying anything to betray their presence further.

Brie took a radio with him?
How many do we have on us now?

>>189113
It was this one

>>189155
Frenly reminder, Kira caught the airponies' scent almost 2 weeks ago

Brie makes his way cautiously. The absence of wildlife lending toward overgrowth, the longer grass gives him some degree of concealment as he carefully pads his way in the direction of the Kostromo. Discretion being his foremost goal, he turns the volume of the radio down to where any transmission that is received will only cause an almost inaudible "click"; it wouldn't do to be in a tight spot when somepony decided to ask an ill-timed question. Setting aside his pack of cigarettes, his portable tea set, and a few other unnecessary items, he evaporates into the surroundings, becoming like Domingo Chavez in Clear and Present Danger (although this case, not sporting a McDonald's hamburger).
If, when, and whatever requisite skill checks will be forthcoming as requested, to avoid "having done them" and them getting lost in the mix.
Wondering if perhaps Dust Defiant is capable of casting that funny "magical sneak spell",... Sneak without leaving tracks, or something like that, he really hopes that the party doesn't decide to make a grand entrance, or at least if they DO, he can use it to strategic advantage.

>>189351
Taking Black Heel aside (conveniently away from the scene of necromancy taking place, Silver begins speaking to the commissar about their next moves.

"Now, I know what you are. You are political representative of Supreme Soviet, meant to ensure loyalty and discipline within troops. That also means you hold same ideological enemies as they do. But this, what we are going up against...it is threat to everyone, communist or not. There are ponies on this island, survivors from crashed airship we hope who can help us in this coming battle against Traveler. I need to know that you will not shoot them on sight, and that you will keep your soldiers from shooting them as well, so long as we keep them from getting itchy triggers too."

>>189389
Sorvik looks back towards Cavaliere, lowering his beak then raising it up as he responds with his first "Ja."

"Ja, dat doen we. We hebben ze op de boot, en er zouden extra's moeten zijn in de opslaghut aan de binnenzijde aan de noordkant."

>>189475
Blackheel whips his tail, though he does this as he is being moved away and before Silver speaks. He looks back to the settlement, and scrunches. After Silver speaks, he answers:

"How many more foreigners are on the island? Was losing my ship to the hippogriff and the griffin not enough? Very well. Sure, they can leave. Kill that - that thing, and let us all leave." A pause,

"So you really are here for the blimp. I should have known."

The grass on the hills behind and above the cluster of buildings by the water continues the trend of being tinged yellow, half-dead but not altogether bereft of green. Surely in the spring and summer it must be a vibrant green, that colors lovely rolling hills dotted with ruined stone, padlock fences. Now in the Winter, what it certainly is not a white and snow-covered wonderland seen in the mainland Equestrian flyover country, which, though it speaks to a state of death, has a charm all of its own, and foretells the rejuvenation of new life in the spring. The hills, rather, cling on in a half-dead state, committing neither to death and prophesized renewal, nor to life, but rather something non-defined and in between.

The wind, likewise is non-committal, at one second blowing intensely from the southwest, and the next, calm, only to return in the third. Thus it pulls at manes and clothing like a bored foal seeking attention. But now it blows steadily from the water. And unlike before, it brings with it a chill, telling of a freeze waiting in the night beyond the last rays of the sun. In its stronger moments, nothing but the salt of the sea can be smelled, but when the wind relents for a moment, or when its path is broken and redirected by the hills or by the wooden cabins, or even when the source is strong enough, other smells intrude: mollusks, fish, diesel fuel, and the pervasive rendered fat spilled upon the ground.

The sun on the west horizon is blotted out by the distant clouds that hug the ocean. The sunlight diffuses through the haze giving the horizon a dulled, yellow glow. The dim light illuminates the small, rectangular buildings that in a cluster form the sealing station. The muted grey-brown hues of the slightly moldy, vertical wooden planks of the buildings scarcely show in the veiled light of the sun. But when the ever-moving clouds provide a moment, just a moment, of those last direct rays of sunlight, the cabins cast long shadows that reach as far as a the hills behind, and oddly look dimmer by the contrast with the light. Most of the doors to these vacant buildings are open. One door, belonging to the office on the far north, opens and slams shut with the with the wind. But the other doors are on the leeward side, blocked by the cabins themselves, and they remain half opened. 

Though in almost every moment the crashing of waves or the rush of wind fill the air with sound, there are lulls in the wind, or between the waves, when the silence of the island intrudes. In those moments, a sound not unlike the muffled noise of moving underwater makes its way in. It were as if your own ears could not be trusted to deliver noise. 

Dare anypony wade into the water? Surely someone must, as that is where the giant skull resides. Wading into the water, whomever dares finds a threat deadlier than any kraken, eel, or leviathan. The water itself pierces through fur and hide and soon feels like thousands of small needles, prodding straight through to the nerves and sapping out the life force of any living creature who dares touch the water, save for Kira, who is protected by a gambeson of magic. This water belongs to the icy winter ocean of the far north, and though sea ice is not present on this shore, neither is it much warmer. Surely anypony who falls in will soon die of hypothermia. Remember that the Titanic sank in mid-April, not the end of January as here. But to those who do wade in, they find that the beach has a sudden drop to the water covered in basalt stones. Under the water are many smaller stones, and beneath that, a black sand that threatens to swallow hooves where the rocks are thin.

The head of what must surely be the leviathan whale is nothing less than gigantic, being probably 15 or so feet in length and weighing perhaps a metric ton. To those who are familiar with the skulls of cetaceans, it can be said to most closely resemble the skull of an orca, if only an orca skull were several times the size, with a higher, raised frontal and a more defined orbital, producing a shape that overall that more closely resembles the skulls of pinnipeds or terrestrial mammals than that of other toothed cetaceans. It could be compared to the skull of a dolphin, likewise, except that it is much wider than the long and narrow skulls of the smaller creatures, and with ticker bones. The teeth are absolutely massive and built for strength more so than sharpness; the mouth of the giant would allow it to swallow almost anything that finds itself in the sea, with only other whales needing to be ripped apart into smaller pieces. 

To those who have never seen a whale skull before, or even those who have, but have only seen the thin bones of the baleen whales or the smaller, thinner cachalot, the skull looks as if it belongs to some antediluvian monster, with its thick bone, many teeth, and vaguely triangular shape. If someone were told it belonged to an ancient dragon, or to some reptilian beast before time, or to a gargantuan crocodile of never-before-seen size, they would believe it. Only with the leveraging of Kira's long and muscular body to pull it out of the black sand, and Cavaliere, Silver, and Posey's combined strength to pull it by several ropes, is it brought onto the shore. The skull is not the bleached, white color of bone long exposed to the sun, but a yellow color, with scattered spots that are slight black or orange where remains of sinew cling to the bone. Tiny scrapes from the actions of crabs may be seen upon a close inspection, and a few cracks and cuts obtained by the creature in its life - or perhaps its death - can be seen as well, in particular a large crack running diagonally along the frontal plate on the top of the skull, that same frontal plate that is so unlike a whale, but so much like near any other mammal. 

Posey surely knows where she wants to drag this skull to, as the whaling griffins have already made the choice clear. In the south side of the tiny settlement is a set of leviathan whale bones organized as the creature was in life, near complete. The ribs are pressed into the ground. The giant animal's backbone, if loose, is still there. A pony can walk right through it, as if journeying through the inside of the creature. The backbone is two or perhaps three times higher off the ground than the top of a pony's head, and the creature is similar in width. Each of the massive rib bones is a dozen or so feet in length, and as large as a foot in width, though the bones nearer the center are larger, and the backbone of the animal curves downwards with the smaller fore and rear rib bones. Some of the bones, especially towards the center, are cracked and the marrow extracted. Some have cuts on them from evident knife cuts. All are tinted yellow-white. Posey would surely place the skull at the fore of this display. The neck of the creature is longer than normal for a cetacean, being relatively well defined. With a little effort, the fin and tail bones could be fished out of the pile and put in their respective places. All together it looks like a mosasaur with gigantism, or the remains of a dragon lord, missing the wings.

The well defined orbitals - eye sockets - of the leviathan, relative to other whales, is likely welcome to Posey when she places a black gem in each. Posey recites her poem, and reads from the scroll. The text on the scroll fades. For Posey, it is surely as if the world turns. A wave crashes against the beach. Off in the distance, a set of cracks that may be automatic gunfire. But then, In the left orbital of the leviathan skull, the black gem shakes and rattles against the bone, Then it levitates in the air, and starts to spin like a top suspended in air. The gem in the right orbital does the same. Both begin to exude a kind of black smoke as if the gem itself were slowly boiling. The green pony of the survivors, Steppe Eagle, stands up and is unsettled,

"Это работа Чернобога? Проник ли он через чары этой кобылы?"
No one has an answer

The black smoke travels away from the orbital, isinde of the skull of the creature, in its mouth. A luminescent aura can be seen, moving around the bone. It begins to move around the other bones two, travelling through the neck, then through the backbone, and down each rib. It isn't bright to be sure, but there is a definite ghostly glow. All the ponies and the griffins look over towards the sight, with gasps and awe. The spinning gems disappear - or more likely evaporate - leaving only spinning masses of black smoke in the centers of each eye socket.

After another few seconds, the ribs begin to shake. Indeed the whole set of bones seems to shake, as the ribs loosen themselves from the thin topsoil and gravel. Slowly, the set of bones begin to rise upwards, into the air. The bones in the center rise first, but the backbone keeps its integrity, such that the mass culls inwards with the center of the back rising first. But once the ribs are free, the whole mass moves upwards. The skull rises and the black smoke condenses into something more akin to glowing green specks. Bones fly through the air until they form bone fins and the tail, It rises into the air. Only ten feet, perhaps fifteen feet, but levitating all the same.

The black griffin cries out:
"Hvilken trolldom er dette? Er dette det samme som den jævla kronen? Ikke igjen!"

All the ponies and griffins stand back and talk amongst themselves, startled at best, if not outright terrified by what floats before - or above them. The leviathan lowers its skull as if looking down towards Posey, though the skull rises soon enough. Indeed, the whole structure of bones moves at least once in a rhythm doubtless akin to the movement of the great whale in the water. As it moves its fore and tail up and down slowly its marine motion, it seems as if it will call out its whale song, crying out for an unknown purpose, but in a somewhat familiar form, transmitting its music through air rather than water. But it doesn't. In this form, it may not be able to sing at all. After some seconds of slow movement, as if with the waves, it stops moving much at all, but hovers there above the ground.

In the distance, a crack and a loud thud.

>>189517
Silver nods to Black Heel's final statement. "It was reason we came to this island in first place. When my colleague mentioned us 'looting ship', it was airship she was referring to, not yours. But then we encountered one of your possessed sailors on beach, and then we heard your distress call, and our plan changed. We could not just stand idly by and leave you all to your fate." His ears twitch and turn towards the cracks, pops, and thuds in the distance, clearly being signs of the advancing Spetsnaz forces encountering the summoned monsters of the Traveler. "We should be ready to move out momentarily, and not moment too soon. We will be heading to airship while Posey, Garv, and griffons all head back to crashed airplane to collect our MGs and our explosive. They will rejoin our group along our path towards airship. I am glad to have your cooperation, it will be sorely needed if we are all to have chance at survival."

>>189336
>>189518
>>189519
>>189521
Kira is very glad to have Ouroboros' protection as she wades into the water. Rather than the life-sapping coldness that surely would send the warm-blooded but still not acclimated lamia into shock, the water to her feels as if it's exactly the perfect temperature. Not too hot, not too cold, almost perfectly in line with her body temperature. It's the type of water temperature that gives her the urge to pee, though whether she does or not and what it looks like will be left to the viewer's imagination. What is known is that thanks to the strength of her tail giving leverage, the skull is pulled out of the black sand and back onto land, where the next scene takes place.

Kira looks on in awe as the leviathan whale is slowly reanimated, no doubt aware that the clerics of her tribe would condemn the actual action taking place but still amazed at the wonder before her. She lets out a "Wooooooooow..." that sounds like it's coming from the same place of wonderment a foal has seeing the first snows of winter. Looking back at the others in the group, she smiles. "Well, it's not attacking us or anything, so it must have worked! That was amazing, Posey! Are you going to name it?"

>>189518
>The water itself pierces through fur and hide and soon feels like thousands of small needles, prodding straight through to the nerves and sapping out the life force of any living creature who dares touch the water
Posey, despite not being not among the living, recoils anyway. Not from the cold, but from her innate phobia of running seawater.
>>189519
What a glorious beast it must have been in life. Even in death its glory still shines.
Retrieving the head was certainly worth it, as style is no small factor in raising an undead beast.
>After another few seconds, the ribs begin to shake. Indeed the whole set of bones seems to shake, as the ribs loosen themselves from the thin topsoil and gravel. Slowly, the set of bones begin to rise upwards, into the air. The bones in the center rise first, but the backbone keeps its integrity, such that the mass culls inwards with the center of the back rising first. But once the ribs are free, the whole mass moves upwards. The skull rises and the black smoke condenses into something more akin to glowing green specks. Bones fly through the air until they form bone fins and the tail, It rises into the air. Only ten feet, perhaps fifteen feet, but levitating all the same.
>All the ponies and griffins stand back and talk amongst themselves, startled at best, if not outright terrified by what floats before - or above them. The leviathan lowers its skull as if looking down towards Posey, though the skull rises soon enough. Indeed, the whole structure of bones moves at least once in a rhythm doubtless akin to the movement of the great whale in the water. As it moves its fore and tail up and down slowly its marine motion, it seems as if it will call out its whale song, crying out for an unknown purpose, but in a somewhat familiar form, transmitting its music through air rather than water. But it doesn't. In this form, it may not be able to sing at all. After some seconds of slow movement, as if with the waves, it stops moving much at all, but hovers there above the ground.
Pic related
"... Magnificent...!"
Posey is fascinated by the glory of her beautiful crime against nature. She looks up at it in awe and affection.
She reaches a hoof up towards the nose of the beast to see if the creature yet obeys her commands.
"Boop." she beckons

>In the distance, a crack and a loud thud.
What direction is it from?

>>189518
>>189519
>>189521
After Cavaliere gives a final, successful yank on the rope to bring the skull ashore, he anxiously watches the repugnant ritual. The watchful among the party might have seen how he kept a talon near his gun as the titanic skeleton hovered, though he would be all-too-cognizant of how useless one firearm would be against it.

>>189524
Cavaliere glances aside to Posey as he hears Silver speak. "Very well. We don't have any time to lose. I'll keep the griffons together since they are as uncomfortable as any of us."

>>189524
>Are you going to name it?
"I think I'll call it... Monstro."
She refers to the bone lurker
"Your name is Monstro."
>>189562
"Very well." Posey says
she claps her hooves
"Monstro, dearie, please pick me up and carry me after that griffon."

>>189563
Posey would like to climb on the back of the bone lurker and ride it towards the airship we were at last.

>>189530
I guess I need to roll a religion check to identify Monstrous, to see if my spell succeeded as I intended.
[1d20+11 = (15+11) = 26]

>>189524
To Silver's right, he can see in the periphery Star Fire approaching. He does not move so close as to imply that he is attempting to insert himself into the conversation, but to lurk and listen, twice as far away as Blackheel. He turns his body around and faces almost the opposite direction of Silver, evidently looking at something beyond Silver's field of vision, his tail tucking in.

Blackheel likewise pulls his tail in and moves his head back with widened eyes. He does not say anything for several seconds, but stands in silence. Until he speaks:

"I see... I believe that unicorn is engaging in dark magic. I want none of that. I want nothing to do with fascists patrols either, but I will take the demon I know."

>>189530
Around Posey, there is talk
"Hvilken svart magi er dette?"
"Это дело рук чернобога?"
"Du sier at kronen er ond, men hva er dette?"
"Gjorde hun dette med kronen?"
"Призвать работу демона, чтобы сразиться с другим демоном? Что это?"
"Если демоны будут бороться с демоном, то хорошо. Пусть воюют"

Two of the ponies level their rifles at it, and nearly every griffin and pony moves back away from it, facing it in a defensive stance.

Whales are almost unique among mammals in the degree to which their heads are made of soft materials that are eaten by the crabs and rendering pots upon death. What Posey boops does not correlate with the nose, but simply the upper jaw. The thing's lower jaw slowly moves down and opens, showing off its rows of massive teeth with the jaws slightly open. Maybe it could rip a baleen whale apart. Certainly, it could swallow near anything else.

Posey can see the cracks along the skull. The long, diagonal one is more severe, but there is a second, smaller crack that must surely have healed in its life.

>>189562
Cavaliere is most certainly going to need a bigger gun if he wishes to fight that. After moving in its rhythmic motion, it remains still in the air. The lack of motion is actually more concerning, as surely the wind ought to move it.

Johan speaks:
"What the fuck is this?"

>>189563
If it was a home to Geppeto, perhaps it can carry Posey. It closes its jaw, lowers its head and attempts to push Posey onto its long, crocodile-like "muzzle." Posey would have to move on top of it, or else it would simply push Posey along the ground. But it's jaws move open by three inches, if an alternative means of picking up Posey is necessary.

>>189583
Or, Posey can climb up to its back. The best means is to climb over the head.

>>189837
It is indeed an animate mass of bones.

>>189897
Silver looks back at the floating whale skeleton, eyebrows raised in minor surprise. His body language doesn't give much else to suggest shock or fear. "Huh, so that is what she summoned. Well, it most certainly looks strong enough to carry explosive, at least. And it is not attacking us, so I think it is safe to assume it is friendly." Silver then returns to looking at Black Heel. "I suppose that means we are ready to head out then."

>>189897
>"What the fuck is this?"
"My new friend." Posey says
"Is it not adorable? Is it not beautiful? Monstro, the spectacular soaring cetacean!" she says, puffing her chest out in pride
>It closes its jaw, lowers its head and attempts to push Posey onto its long, crocodile-like "muzzle." Posey would have to move on top of it
And so she does, strutting up on top of the creature
>>189900
"I am ready when you are." Posey replies

>>189897
Nice trip code, btw.

>>189900
"Friendly?!?! And what is the cost in the long term? What is the end?" Blackheel shakes his head and neighs, scratching at the ground with his hoof. Then he points at it:

"You think you are the first to make pacts with monsters in hopes it will eat you last?" He holds in that position for a second, then slowly lets open his mouth, and lowers his head. He sighs.

"Sure. To the airship. They can only do so much harm."

>>189901
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d8mAeUkjVko

Johan, the white griffin, stares at Posey with his beak hanging open. He eeks out an "eh" as if he is going to say something. But he says nothing. He is speechless.

Where precisely on the creature does Posey chose to sit?

>>189902
D'aww, thanks

>>189901
Kira looks up at Posey getting onto Monstro's back. "Are we really married to that name? I know you made him and all and it's your decision, but he looks more like a 'Reginald' to me. Don'tcha, buddy? Oooo! Or, if you wanted a punny name, how about something like 'Bay Lean'? You know, because he's a whale, and he doesn't have any fat on him anymore?"

>>189903
Silver tilts his head at Black Heel. "I do not think it can eat. It has no stomach." Realizing that it's probably not the time or place to be witty or funny, Silver holds up his hoof. "Sorry, just...it has been long day. We have far bigger fish to fry."

>>189903
>Where precisely on the creature does Posey chose to sit?
Posey stands around the back of the head and neck, or wherever is most stable to stand. If necessary, she grips onto the back of the skull tightly with her vampony hooves, trying to use the lurker as a mobile platform.
She rides the creature a bit awkwardly, but confidently, with a villainous grin: it is clearly not the first time she's piloted an undead siege weapon.

>>189905
>>189906
The thing again starts to move slowly in a wave-like fashion, like it would have when it moved in water, moving its tail bone down as the head raises slightly and vice versa.

>>189906
The ponies and griffins seem thoroughly unpersuaded of the normalcy of this situation, with Pegasi and griffins unfolding their wings, and several continuing to point weapons at it.

>>189905
"I mean the thing that created it." Blackheel tries to respond.

But that pun. That last pun. That earns Silver a death glare from Blackheel.

>>189907
Silver: "Okay, that one I did not intend to make, it just slipped out of me. And it does not even make sense: whales are mammals, not fish."

Kira: "D'awwww, I think he likes the name! Or...which name? Okay, nod once for 'Reginald', twice for 'Bay Lean', okay buddy?"

>>189907
>The thing again starts to move slowly in a wave-like fashion, like it would have when it moved in water, moving its tail bone down as the head raises slightly and vice versa
Posey is too enamored with her art to remember that she has severe sea sickness (it only applies over running water anyway).
>The ponies and griffins seem thoroughly unpersuaded of the normalcy of this situation, with Pegasi and griffins unfolding their wings, and several continuing to point weapons at it.
Good. Let them be afraid. Let them shudder.
Posey eyes them with a bit of a cocky smile, before she orients the beast towards the airship.
She draws her sword and points it
"Onwards!"
>"I mean the thing that created it."
[Cackling Necromancer in the background]
>>189908
"Whales were 'fish' until taxonomists arbitrarily decided that they were something else based on the current nomenclature fad!" Posey obnoxious shouts from the distance
(t. Victorian era scholarly mare)

>>189908
I created the monster, I get to pick the name.
Mindless undead don't normally get names, but when they do it has to sound cool and spooky.

>>189909
Posey continues to contradict Silver's claim that Silver and the caravan of followers would go towards the Airship while Posey would go to the crash site to pick up items, but instead would go directly to the airship with the caravan even as the griffins and ponies are not merely about to bail but potentially become hostile... nevermind that. Posey does her thing, clearly not on the same page as... anyone else

God sent a great fish to swallow up Jonah. But God did not send this.

To move it towards the airship, Posey would have to turn it 90 degrees to the left. If she is too close to the buildings, it may hit one. Though it may fly above the griffins and ponies, they are not secure in this belief, and flee as it turns to stay out of range of its bones.

>>189908
It's floating still. Wait no. The head is going up. Slowly... slowly... like it takes 15 seconds but it goes up. And down... and down... Is that a nod? Wait. Is it going up again?

>>189911
I was confused about the crash site and the airship.
Posey does as she was told, carrying out the plan as we agreed earlier.

I need to sleep now.

>>189897
Cavaliere moves his talon away from his gun but still looks leerily towards the undead whale mount. He turns to the griffons and the communists.

"We all have questions, but they will have to wait until we have ensured our own safety as well as that of our friends. That is the important thing we all have to focus on now. Don't worry about…that…since it's not hostile and, regardless, too slow to be a serious threat." He isn't quite sure on that last statement, but these followers need all the encouragement they can get.

>>189909
>>189911
Cavaliere shouts from below. "Not that way! Steer it back to the plane!"

He starts on that path, gesturing to the griffons to follow and staying close to them, as if his presence might have a calming effect.

>>189914
Cavaliere's closeness does seem to have a calming effect, though perhaps not enough. The green pegasus aims his rifle at the whale, or maybe towards Posey. But though his rifle is aimed at Posey, he turns his head to Cavaliere, and with fear in his eyes yells in his pony gobbletygoop,

"Это от Черного Бога? Он вызвал его сюда? Работает ли она на Черного Бога? Она испорчена?"
But who could understand?

Johan, however, speaks in the shared Ponish:
"Are we going to ignore the floating whale?" he points at it with both a wing and a claw. He continues:
"That thing was dead. How is it floating? How can we be so sure it is not a threat?"

>>189912
>>189911
I would like to clarify that I misunderstood the previous instructions (mixed up the airship with the plane), and I intend to follow the plan as we agreed to.
Posey orients the lurker in the appropriate direction.

>>189915
>But who could understand?
Lacey Row

>>189918
>>189912
Once Posey gets to the plane, she will get to work on mounting the bomb onto monstro, preferably within the ribcage, because that looks cool in my head.
She will then extract the guns from the plane and integrate them into her bony siege weapon, ordering her Dreads to operate the guns.

>>189915
Silver steps in authoritatively, hoping his apparent calmness in the face of this event will spread to the other creatures. He first speaks in Severyanan. "Это не дело рук Путешественника. Путешественник может призывать только испорченных, деформированных зверей. Это всего лишь скелет кита, но плавающий. Она призвала союзника, чтобы он нам помог, вот и все."

Turning to Johan, Silver answers in Ponish. "Magic, I would assume. It is not attacking us, and seems to be fully under Posey's control. If it was threat, we would have found that out by now."

If Posey is off at the plane, then the group should be heading towards the airship now.

>>184672 →
Amber stays thoughtful for a time. However, when a quiet moment presents itself she turns to High Sewn. "Miss Sewn, I didn't mean to cause any offense. I'm sorry if I did…. Just…well, I don't know how to talk about Mustard when he's not here. It just feels awkward, almost inappropriate."

>elsewhere
Brie creeps carefully toward the Kostromo, cursing himself for having not taken that telescope that he pawned off on Garv. It shouldn't matter, he doesn't plan on getting any closer than the observable flank of enemy movements. His advances, timed to coincide with the shifting of the wind, he plods along silently and - from a distance - unnoticeably. He is in covert obesrvation mode and if he had hands, they'd be doing the shikamaru cup gesture.
<back to you

>>189922
>>189929
The Bone Lurker can take the Run action while flying, and being undead it can run indefinitely and hustle without tiring itself, and being a flying creature it doesn't have to deal with any difficult terrain, so it could cover ground at at least four times the rate of the rest of the party, and would therefore be able to pick up the bomb and rejoin with the party on their path to the airship in little time (Kira doesn't have Swift Tracker yet, so the party would be moving at half speed).
If no problems arise on the way to the plane, Posey immediately rejoins with the party after picking up the equipment.

Alright. Who is going where?

>>189929
The green pegasus, Steppe Eagle, looks aback to Silver and says "Скелеты не должны плавать!" Neither he nor much of the small herd appears completely placated. But he can be seen to (partially) lower his rifle, and that is a discernable difference as the herd is somewhat at ease.

>>189933
"O...kay... But on a skeleton? Why a skeleton? Why not, like a rock or something? Surely she could animate rocks. And they would be tougher than bone. Especially one that has been cut apart already. Why must it be so... creepy?"