Continuing
/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal
1228 replies and 55 files omitted.
>>192443
The ponies largely just stare at Amber, while Mustard laughs at low volume, holding up a hoof to his mouth.
The grey Pegasus says to Mustard,
“Where did you find her again?”
Mustard answers,
“At work.”
The ponies largely just stare at Amber, while Mustard laughs at low volume, holding up a hoof to his mouth.
The grey Pegasus says to Mustard,
“Where did you find her again?”
Mustard answers,
“At work.”
>>192444
She stops eating, and…
scrunch
"Excuse me, but I wasn't 'found' like a stray puppy. We happened to meet. At, er, yes, work."
She stops eating, and…
scrunch
"Excuse me, but I wasn't 'found' like a stray puppy. We happened to meet. At, er, yes, work."
>>192384
Silver looks at where the colt disappears to. With a flash of inspiration, Silver chases after the mystery colt, calling out to him, "Wait!"
Silver looks at where the colt disappears to. With a flash of inspiration, Silver chases after the mystery colt, calling out to him, "Wait!"
A distant "Pop," and a light streams up into the sky. The shadow it casts moves quickly to unveil first the buildings on the right, then to the left, until the whole hamlet is illuminated with a dim, green light, as if by the light of a full, green moon.
Most of the buildings are in a single line, stretching mostly parallel to the shore, but curving slightly in the direction of the shore looking north. Some houses exist beyond the line twin lines of houses in the distance, though these are not many. Far more numerous in this background are the small cones of stones, presumably storage buildings in past years, and lines upon lines of stones stacked a few feet tall, forming squares and rectangles that lock together that surely were once padlocks for sheep.
The green light illuminates so many droplets of water, falling slowly through the air and moving west, with numerous small rivulets of collecting water forming on the irregular ridges of the slanted, slate rooftops of the houses on the right. These are made of smaller, brick shaped granite stones, with wooden doors that in most instances retain their integrity, even if they are clearly damaged by mold, termites, and the passage of time, though in some cases they seem to have been kicked down. The houses are not exceptionally large by any means, but everyone has chimneys. Windows with small, wooded lattices exist in most windows, sometimes boarded up with wood, sometimes open, and most commonly with glass still in the seal.
Sometimes there are gaps between the houses that form small alleys, allowing movement to what must have been vegetable gardens, storage buildings, and outhouses. A couple wooden structures still exist, even as piles of decaying wood also exist. Further away, beyond the lines of houses and up the hill, a pair of stone wells.
Four buildings near the middle are larger than others. One is large and rectangular, facing away from the street with a high roof, and a tall set of stones above the doorway in a tiny tower with a un on top. Another is a large building, rectangular but facing the roadside, with a lower roof and stones on the edges. Another is a rectangular building facing away, with less impressive stonework and a lower roof. Another has a low roof, less stone, is rectangular facing the path, and has a covered "porch," covered by the remains of a wooden cover that has collapsed in the closest third.
Shadows move against the background of the grey sky, though whether these are hidden things, shadows, or the fog thinned by the turbulent movement of wind over the hillside is hard to say.
Most of the buildings are in a single line, stretching mostly parallel to the shore, but curving slightly in the direction of the shore looking north. Some houses exist beyond the line twin lines of houses in the distance, though these are not many. Far more numerous in this background are the small cones of stones, presumably storage buildings in past years, and lines upon lines of stones stacked a few feet tall, forming squares and rectangles that lock together that surely were once padlocks for sheep.
The green light illuminates so many droplets of water, falling slowly through the air and moving west, with numerous small rivulets of collecting water forming on the irregular ridges of the slanted, slate rooftops of the houses on the right. These are made of smaller, brick shaped granite stones, with wooden doors that in most instances retain their integrity, even if they are clearly damaged by mold, termites, and the passage of time, though in some cases they seem to have been kicked down. The houses are not exceptionally large by any means, but everyone has chimneys. Windows with small, wooded lattices exist in most windows, sometimes boarded up with wood, sometimes open, and most commonly with glass still in the seal.
Sometimes there are gaps between the houses that form small alleys, allowing movement to what must have been vegetable gardens, storage buildings, and outhouses. A couple wooden structures still exist, even as piles of decaying wood also exist. Further away, beyond the lines of houses and up the hill, a pair of stone wells.
Four buildings near the middle are larger than others. One is large and rectangular, facing away from the street with a high roof, and a tall set of stones above the doorway in a tiny tower with a un on top. Another is a large building, rectangular but facing the roadside, with a lower roof and stones on the edges. Another is a rectangular building facing away, with less impressive stonework and a lower roof. Another has a low roof, less stone, is rectangular facing the path, and has a covered "porch," covered by the remains of a wooden cover that has collapsed in the closest third.
Shadows move against the background of the grey sky, though whether these are hidden things, shadows, or the fog thinned by the turbulent movement of wind over the hillside is hard to say.
>>192455
>green light,
"Could that be a flare? Or an apparition...?" Posey ponders out loud
"We should investigate the source. Either the our airpony fired it, or the enemy did and we will have to engage them eventually. We can check the houses along the way. If our airpony knows what is good for him, he should have started a fire to warm up one of these old homes, because the cold would kill him more surely than the enemy would. Check for smoke." Posey says, as she trots towards the direction of the light
>green light,
"Could that be a flare? Or an apparition...?" Posey ponders out loud
"We should investigate the source. Either the our airpony fired it, or the enemy did and we will have to engage them eventually. We can check the houses along the way. If our airpony knows what is good for him, he should have started a fire to warm up one of these old homes, because the cold would kill him more surely than the enemy would. Check for smoke." Posey says, as she trots towards the direction of the light
>>192461
"If the GRU is firing a flare here, that means reinforcements are coming soon. There is no time to waste. Find the airpony." Posey replies, as she trots off to search the village
"If the GRU is firing a flare here, that means reinforcements are coming soon. There is no time to waste. Find the airpony." Posey replies, as she trots off to search the village
>>192455
Do any of the buildings have light, smoke or any other signs of camping? Do any of the doors look to have been recently barricaded or otherwise made into a makeshift fortress?
Posey peers into each building as she traces the path of the colt and makes her way in the general direction of the green light.
>Further away, beyond the lines of houses and up the hill, a pair of stone wells.
Would be worth investing under other circumstances, but I doubt our pony is alive if he's in the well. Probably just monsters there.
>Four buildings near the middle are larger than others.
These buildings look worth investigating. I would choose a large stone building for cover if I were camping and trying to evade monsters/soldiers. They're situated in the middle of the village, and therefore the logical hiding spot for a tactically-oriented marine. Let's check those first, starting with the one with the tower.
Do any of the buildings have light, smoke or any other signs of camping? Do any of the doors look to have been recently barricaded or otherwise made into a makeshift fortress?
Posey peers into each building as she traces the path of the colt and makes her way in the general direction of the green light.
>Further away, beyond the lines of houses and up the hill, a pair of stone wells.
Would be worth investing under other circumstances, but I doubt our pony is alive if he's in the well. Probably just monsters there.
>Four buildings near the middle are larger than others.
These buildings look worth investigating. I would choose a large stone building for cover if I were camping and trying to evade monsters/soldiers. They're situated in the middle of the village, and therefore the logical hiding spot for a tactically-oriented marine. Let's check those first, starting with the one with the tower.
My intentions are to come back to this game because I think it will be fun. I just struggle getting there. I'm sorry.
>>192465
>I just struggle getting there.
We've all had that struggle. I hope you find the motivation you need, Sven.
>I just struggle getting there.
We've all had that struggle. I hope you find the motivation you need, Sven.
Maybe she can meet up with the party once we find the airpony, take the Kostroma, and win the mission.
Do we find anything/anypony in the village? We already rolled out perception checks a while ago.
Do we find anything/anypony in the village? We already rolled out perception checks a while ago.
1760753138.webm (641.1 KB, Resolution:1920x1080 Length:00:00:07, 7201766__safe_artist-colon-tamers12345_imported+from+derpibooru_derpy+hooves_pegasus_pony_animated_crayon_drawing_eating+crayons_my+little+pony-colon-+coco+pomm.webm) [play once] [loop]
Rolling craft (writing) to draw the coolest refrigerator-worthy crayon drawing for momma when she gets home (DC 12; 5 sp)
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]
[rot intensifies]
eyes glass over
freezes up
drools
body begins to distort and melt
snaps out of it and snorts abruptly
"... Wh-wha.. I.. I wonder if we will ever find them...?"
eyes glass over
freezes up
drools
body begins to distort and melt
snaps out of it and snorts abruptly
"... Wh-wha.. I.. I wonder if we will ever find them...?"
I just realized that it’s dark, and Cavaliere would not be able to see anything inside the dark buildings
>>192478
GM, what do we see? Is there any other input you need from us before we find out what we find here?
GM, what do we see? Is there any other input you need from us before we find out what we find here?
[rot escalates]
>>192457
The light is above her several hundred feet, forward of her, and possibly over the water, or at least, closer to the water than where she is now. It does not move, but arcs slowly down and in the direction of the bay. The sinking green orb hangs in the sky like the light of an Angler fish in the absyss of the sea, though this is a sea of white and grey that becomes ever darker the further away from the dim green light. Flurries of small droplets move across this field of view before disappearing out of the light, though quite a few may be felt landing on fur and armor.
>>192459
Silver darts through the hamlet, the dark outlines of the of the stone houses are illuminated in dim, green light. But a couple paces more, and the light increases, and gradually, the stone becomes a bright grey, with dark grey slate roofs, open, glassless windows, a brown dirt road, a fire coming out of a more distant chimney, and a scene before him of what may as well have been a different world. A lovely emerald, green rolling hill before him under a blue sky dotted with clouds, with little wells, cone-shaped structures with thatched roofs, and stone walls along the hillside. Little cotton ball-like puffs dot the green hill in the distance.
>>192464
No lights. No smoke. Some doors are unequivocally shut, some open, some busted open.
Posey passes several houses with open doors - often off hinges, and only debris inside.
The light is above her several hundred feet, forward of her, and possibly over the water, or at least, closer to the water than where she is now. It does not move, but arcs slowly down and in the direction of the bay. The sinking green orb hangs in the sky like the light of an Angler fish in the absyss of the sea, though this is a sea of white and grey that becomes ever darker the further away from the dim green light. Flurries of small droplets move across this field of view before disappearing out of the light, though quite a few may be felt landing on fur and armor.
>>192459
Silver darts through the hamlet, the dark outlines of the of the stone houses are illuminated in dim, green light. But a couple paces more, and the light increases, and gradually, the stone becomes a bright grey, with dark grey slate roofs, open, glassless windows, a brown dirt road, a fire coming out of a more distant chimney, and a scene before him of what may as well have been a different world. A lovely emerald, green rolling hill before him under a blue sky dotted with clouds, with little wells, cone-shaped structures with thatched roofs, and stone walls along the hillside. Little cotton ball-like puffs dot the green hill in the distance.
>>192464
No lights. No smoke. Some doors are unequivocally shut, some open, some busted open.
Posey passes several houses with open doors - often off hinges, and only debris inside.
Hooray, the adventure continues!
>>192486
>The sinking green orb hangs in the sky like the light of an Angler fish in the absyss of the sea, though this is a sea of white and grey that becomes ever darker the further away from the dim green light
Hmmmm, that's rather ominous...
>a scene before him of what may as well have been a different world. A lovely emerald, green rolling hill before him under a blue sky dotted with clouds, with little wells, cone-shaped structures with thatched roofs, and stone walls along the hillside. Little cotton ball-like puffs dot the green hill in the distance.
Oh dear, we really may be dealing with time slips after all.
Can we all see it, or just Silver?
>Posey passes several houses with open doors - often off hinges, and only debris inside.
Posey calls into the alleys, not shouting, but just loud enough for anypony in the buildings to hear:
"~Hello? Is anypony there? We are here on behalf of Captain Waters."
>>192486
>The sinking green orb hangs in the sky like the light of an Angler fish in the absyss of the sea, though this is a sea of white and grey that becomes ever darker the further away from the dim green light
Hmmmm, that's rather ominous...
>a scene before him of what may as well have been a different world. A lovely emerald, green rolling hill before him under a blue sky dotted with clouds, with little wells, cone-shaped structures with thatched roofs, and stone walls along the hillside. Little cotton ball-like puffs dot the green hill in the distance.
Oh dear, we really may be dealing with time slips after all.
Can we all see it, or just Silver?
>Posey passes several houses with open doors - often off hinges, and only debris inside.
Posey calls into the alleys, not shouting, but just loud enough for anypony in the buildings to hear:
"~Hello? Is anypony there? We are here on behalf of Captain Waters."
>>192488
Is posey still wanting to explore the building with the tower, or has she switched priorities?
it takes a while to write things, please be patient
Is posey still wanting to explore the building with the tower, or has she switched priorities?
>>192486
Silver slows his pace slightly as the scenery changes around him. It's not the first time he's experienced such a thing. Perhaps there's something about him that makes him especially prone to such occurances. But, he quickly remembers he has no time to waste on such matters; there's a colt he needs to catch up to, and he quickly resumes his pace. "Barley Corn!"
Silver slows his pace slightly as the scenery changes around him. It's not the first time he's experienced such a thing. Perhaps there's something about him that makes him especially prone to such occurances. But, he quickly remembers he has no time to waste on such matters; there's a colt he needs to catch up to, and he quickly resumes his pace. "Barley Corn!"
>>192489
Posey is looking for anything interesting and/or anything that could lead her to the airpony. She searches the buildings as she passes by in a systemic fashion.
Posey is looking for anything interesting and/or anything that could lead her to the airpony. She searches the buildings as she passes by in a systemic fashion.
>>192461
This building is special so far as doors go. Unlike the others, it has two that swing to the side. One of the doors is mostly open, with the upper hinge broken and the lower one still intact, causing the door to bend inwards at the top, but somewhat outwards at the bottom. It's a weathered brown color, but with long, deep scratches with lighter, yellow-tinted splinters exposed along parts of the surface. The other door has been removed from the hinges and is laying on the slate floor of the structure's interior.
Cavaliere's flashlight is not able to illuminate everything all at once. To either side, large swathes are dark, either dimly lit stone walls, or near-blackness.
But Cavaliere knows what this place is. He has been in a structure very similar to this before. With more wood than stone, to be sure, but very similar. He went inside one on a job outside Weter - the countryside, mind you - where there was a small, pony minority. That one was a bit livelier than this dark, damp building. Posey would know what this is too, even if she has never stepped hoof in such a building.
This is a small pony church of the Celestialist loyalist denomination. It is of a rectangular shape with a vaulted ceiling, with sets of pews to either side, and a raised portion at the far end. It would hardly be surprising if it doubled as a schoolhouse, though the pews don't seem optimal for this purpose. Some of the pews at the far end are careful wooden pews, very possibly made at the same Weter, Petershoof, or Trottingham factory as the pews of the place Cavaliere went to before. But many, or most, seem to be less carefully made out of repurposed or recycled wood taken from ships, flotsam, or driftwood.
There are paintings on the wall of some kind of story, maybe just the raising of the sun, windows with closed wooden shutters, and some kind of altar or at least podium that once was present in the middle of the raised platform and has since been destroyed.
But none of that will draw as much attention as the following details: trickles of blood on the center of the floor, bullet marks in the walls, tears and gashes in the wood, destroyed and flipped over pews, and more than anything, what appears to be the bodies of more than one pony in blue uniform on the ground on the far side, behind flipped over pews and just before the raised portion.
This building is special so far as doors go. Unlike the others, it has two that swing to the side. One of the doors is mostly open, with the upper hinge broken and the lower one still intact, causing the door to bend inwards at the top, but somewhat outwards at the bottom. It's a weathered brown color, but with long, deep scratches with lighter, yellow-tinted splinters exposed along parts of the surface. The other door has been removed from the hinges and is laying on the slate floor of the structure's interior.
Cavaliere's flashlight is not able to illuminate everything all at once. To either side, large swathes are dark, either dimly lit stone walls, or near-blackness.
But Cavaliere knows what this place is. He has been in a structure very similar to this before. With more wood than stone, to be sure, but very similar. He went inside one on a job outside Weter - the countryside, mind you - where there was a small, pony minority. That one was a bit livelier than this dark, damp building. Posey would know what this is too, even if she has never stepped hoof in such a building.
This is a small pony church of the Celestialist loyalist denomination. It is of a rectangular shape with a vaulted ceiling, with sets of pews to either side, and a raised portion at the far end. It would hardly be surprising if it doubled as a schoolhouse, though the pews don't seem optimal for this purpose. Some of the pews at the far end are careful wooden pews, very possibly made at the same Weter, Petershoof, or Trottingham factory as the pews of the place Cavaliere went to before. But many, or most, seem to be less carefully made out of repurposed or recycled wood taken from ships, flotsam, or driftwood.
There are paintings on the wall of some kind of story, maybe just the raising of the sun, windows with closed wooden shutters, and some kind of altar or at least podium that once was present in the middle of the raised platform and has since been destroyed.
But none of that will draw as much attention as the following details: trickles of blood on the center of the floor, bullet marks in the walls, tears and gashes in the wood, destroyed and flipped over pews, and more than anything, what appears to be the bodies of more than one pony in blue uniform on the ground on the far side, behind flipped over pews and just before the raised portion.
>>192491
On the ground outside the building with the tower is a pony lying on the ground. A green unicorn stallion in a blue uniform with a blue cap. You could think he's sleeping, but he has multiple large bullet wounds that have stopped bleeding.
On the ground outside the building with the tower is a pony lying on the ground. A green unicorn stallion in a blue uniform with a blue cap. You could think he's sleeping, but he has multiple large bullet wounds that have stopped bleeding.
>>192493
>run-down church
"A fortress of faith, once the center of a bustling community, now gathers dust, abandoned by its flock who gave up on these desolate lands.... It is rather romantic." Posey remarks
Nevertheless, she instinctively gives the house of sun a wide berth, her undead nerves moving reflexively
>>192494
"Ooh, what do we have here." Posey says, with a little too much enthusiasm
Posey trots over to the pony to check his vitals, his dog tag, and any items that may be on his person.
"It looks like the fighting already arrived here. Our airpony may be out of luck."
Is he handsome?
>run-down church
"A fortress of faith, once the center of a bustling community, now gathers dust, abandoned by its flock who gave up on these desolate lands.... It is rather romantic." Posey remarks
Nevertheless, she instinctively gives the house of sun a wide berth, her undead nerves moving reflexively
>>192494
"Ooh, what do we have here." Posey says, with a little too much enthusiasm
Posey trots over to the pony to check his vitals, his dog tag, and any items that may be on his person.
"It looks like the fighting already arrived here. Our airpony may be out of luck."
Is he handsome?
>>192493
Cavaliere wonders at first why the inhabitants of the island did not bring their artwork with them when they left. His musings are cut short quickly. He calls out to the others, "Over here! We got casualties."
He gauges their conditions and whether he can help any of them.
[1d20+3 = (5+3) = 8]
Cavaliere wonders at first why the inhabitants of the island did not bring their artwork with them when they left. His musings are cut short quickly. He calls out to the others, "Over here! We got casualties."
He gauges their conditions and whether he can help any of them.
[1d20+3 = (5+3) = 8]
>>192496
It's painted directly onto the wall
They seem dead. One, two, three, four of them. Combination of bullet wounds, blunt force trauma and gashes.
>>192495
White mane. The ID on him says "Anatoly Kirov," Ensign, People's Merchant Marine. There is a black and white photograph of some small filly, a Petershoof transit ticket, a pressed leaf in the wallet, a dry-cleaning number for Petershoof, some Stalliongrad currency, a swiss army knife, a watch, and a bright scarf of some kind of homemade weave.
You could say he's handsome, surely. Or rather, was.
It's painted directly onto the wall
They seem dead. One, two, three, four of them. Combination of bullet wounds, blunt force trauma and gashes.
>>192495
White mane. The ID on him says "Anatoly Kirov," Ensign, People's Merchant Marine. There is a black and white photograph of some small filly, a Petershoof transit ticket, a pressed leaf in the wallet, a dry-cleaning number for Petershoof, some Stalliongrad currency, a swiss army knife, a watch, and a bright scarf of some kind of homemade weave.
You could say he's handsome, surely. Or rather, was.
>>192497
Cavaliere checks the identities of the ponies within the church. Do they all have Stalliongrad uniforms or is the Lieutenant one of them?
Cavaliere checks the identities of the ponies within the church. Do they all have Stalliongrad uniforms or is the Lieutenant one of them?
>>192497
>no magic items
"I forgot communists are broke." Posey says, in mild disappointment
>black and white photograph of some small filly
Aww...
"Hmm, looks around the same age as my Gloomy. Looks like you had somepony waiting for you at home. I am sure she is missing you right now..." she says coldly, giving the corpse a side-eyed glance, as if half-expecting it to supernaturally spring to life at the reminder
Posey takes the knife, wallet, currency and watch. She sits the corpse upright in, and fastens his scarf.
"I would love to spend some more time together, but I am in a bit of a hurry now. Perhaps we can meet again when I take this island. You will wait for me, right?" She whispers to the cadaver, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Perhaps you could still be of use to me though... Where did your killer run off to?" She says, checking the blood splatters on the ground.
She looks at the position of the bullet holes on the stallion, to determine what direction he was shot from, to indicate the general direction of the shooter.
>no magic items
"I forgot communists are broke." Posey says, in mild disappointment
>black and white photograph of some small filly
Aww...
"Hmm, looks around the same age as my Gloomy. Looks like you had somepony waiting for you at home. I am sure she is missing you right now..." she says coldly, giving the corpse a side-eyed glance, as if half-expecting it to supernaturally spring to life at the reminder
Posey takes the knife, wallet, currency and watch. She sits the corpse upright in, and fastens his scarf.
"I would love to spend some more time together, but I am in a bit of a hurry now. Perhaps we can meet again when I take this island. You will wait for me, right?" She whispers to the cadaver, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Perhaps you could still be of use to me though... Where did your killer run off to?" She says, checking the blood splatters on the ground.
She looks at the position of the bullet holes on the stallion, to determine what direction he was shot from, to indicate the general direction of the shooter.
>>192498
Two blue uniforms of the Merchant Marine, one green of the Naval Infantry, and one white of the science crew. All have the rank of ensign save the science officer, who seems to be on a different ranking system. All are Stalliongradian.
>>192500
The Stallion came from the north and was shot from the west and to the south. From just outside the church
Two blue uniforms of the Merchant Marine, one green of the Naval Infantry, and one white of the science crew. All have the rank of ensign save the science officer, who seems to be on a different ranking system. All are Stalliongradian.
>>192500
The Stallion came from the north and was shot from the west and to the south. From just outside the church
>>192504
>>192505
He should also be able to check approximately how long ago they were killed before he leaves the church.
"There are four bodies in here. It looks like a short-ranged fight. From the combination of methods, I would agree that the Fellow Traveler's minions had done this. You might want to search these corpses. None of them are the airpony, but there's a member of the Kostroma's science team."
>>192505
He should also be able to check approximately how long ago they were killed before he leaves the church.
"There are four bodies in here. It looks like a short-ranged fight. From the combination of methods, I would agree that the Fellow Traveler's minions had done this. You might want to search these corpses. None of them are the airpony, but there's a member of the Kostroma's science team."
>>192504
Silver holds out a hoof in front of him as he calls out to the colt, speaking in between breaths. "Barley Corn! *breath* Wait! *breath* Let me help you!"
Silver holds out a hoof in front of him as he calls out to the colt, speaking in between breaths. "Barley Corn! *breath* Wait! *breath* Let me help you!"
>>192507
>>192508
The prospect of loot is enough to overcome even Posey's aversion to holy places.
"We don't know if the airpony was here before, during or after this attack. We should sweep through the village just to make sure and if we don't him we have to keep following the trail. Now where is Silver…?"
>>192508
The prospect of loot is enough to overcome even Posey's aversion to holy places.
"We don't know if the airpony was here before, during or after this attack. We should sweep through the village just to make sure and if we don't him we have to keep following the trail. Now where is Silver…?"
Having exhausted all of her current leads, Posey decides to follow the commotion that Silver is making.
I do have to sleep soon.
Nice to see the game is moving forward again. Hope to do more tomorrow.
Nice to see the game is moving forward again. Hope to do more tomorrow.
Do we find anything in the other buildings?
The first pony is on the far left in front of the final section of pews - an aqua earth pony in a blue uniform slumped onto his side, partly on top of a Vlazhnyy rifle. He has gashes in his stomach unpleasant to describe, and his foreleg is bent in a way that the bone structure ought not allow. He carries a couple stripper clips, some kind of candy, a set of keys, and stalliongradian currency. His ID says "Morskaya Prostrast," (Sea Spread), Ensign, Stalliogradian Merchant Marine.
The next stallion is ungracefully on his side facing away from the entrance and towards the opposite wall. His forelegs are under or over him, facing towards the entrance. His chest is soft, and with the broken, knocked over pew in behind it is fairly clear he was thrown across a part of the room. He likewise wears the a blue uniform, a yellow pegasus with a brown mane that is rather long and strewn on the cracked wooden platform, rather than kept up neatly in a cap. He has no weapon, but a long-knife closer to the center of the room was likely his. His ID says "Винт пройден" (Propeller Passed), Ensign, Stalliongradian Merchant Marine. He has stalliongradian currency, cigarrettes, a lighter, a handkerchief, a banded ring, and a rubber duck.
The third pony is a dark blue color, a unicorn, with a light blue mane, laying on his back with his eyes closed across the slate floor and the edge of the platform. He has several deep wounds that have left large pools of blood on the floor. The slate floor does not absorb blood, and so the liquid remains. A Vlazhnyy rifle with blood on the wooden hoofguard is laid next to him, the tip of the barrel propped up by his body. His ID says "Завершено наблюдение" (Finished Watch), Ensign, Stalliongradian Naval Infantry. He carries a couple flares, a small number of coins, a pressed four-leaf clover, dice, a pencil, and a folded piece of paper.
The last pony is in a state somewhat similar to the first, laying on his belly, with what seem like stab wounds, eyes closed and head on the ground, facing towards the door, but against the side wall, in front of the platform. Grey in color with a blond mane. He wears a white uniform that is stained with blood. There are at least some efforts at bandaging. His ID says "Ослепительный свет," PhD Candidate, University of Lemongrad. He has a broken flashlight near him, an opened medical kit, a vial of what is presumably a healing potion unopened, a set of matches, a partly used container of tin foil, a singular transistor, a pencil, and a small notebook. The most interesting thing about this pony is that he bleeds.
The next stallion is ungracefully on his side facing away from the entrance and towards the opposite wall. His forelegs are under or over him, facing towards the entrance. His chest is soft, and with the broken, knocked over pew in behind it is fairly clear he was thrown across a part of the room. He likewise wears the a blue uniform, a yellow pegasus with a brown mane that is rather long and strewn on the cracked wooden platform, rather than kept up neatly in a cap. He has no weapon, but a long-knife closer to the center of the room was likely his. His ID says "Винт пройден" (Propeller Passed), Ensign, Stalliongradian Merchant Marine. He has stalliongradian currency, cigarrettes, a lighter, a handkerchief, a banded ring, and a rubber duck.
The third pony is a dark blue color, a unicorn, with a light blue mane, laying on his back with his eyes closed across the slate floor and the edge of the platform. He has several deep wounds that have left large pools of blood on the floor. The slate floor does not absorb blood, and so the liquid remains. A Vlazhnyy rifle with blood on the wooden hoofguard is laid next to him, the tip of the barrel propped up by his body. His ID says "Завершено наблюдение" (Finished Watch), Ensign, Stalliongradian Naval Infantry. He carries a couple flares, a small number of coins, a pressed four-leaf clover, dice, a pencil, and a folded piece of paper.
The last pony is in a state somewhat similar to the first, laying on his belly, with what seem like stab wounds, eyes closed and head on the ground, facing towards the door, but against the side wall, in front of the platform. Grey in color with a blond mane. He wears a white uniform that is stained with blood. There are at least some efforts at bandaging. His ID says "Ослепительный свет," PhD Candidate, University of Lemongrad. He has a broken flashlight near him, an opened medical kit, a vial of what is presumably a healing potion unopened, a set of matches, a partly used container of tin foil, a singular transistor, a pencil, and a small notebook. The most interesting thing about this pony is that he bleeds.
>>192522
"Wounds, left by ponies and otherwise." Posey observes
>He has gashes in his stomach unpleasant to describe, and his foreleg is bent in a way that the bone structure ought not allow.
"No pony left these wounds. Monsters are about."
>yellow Pegasus
>rubber dust
"A stallion of taste..."
>a small number of coins, a pressed four-leaf clover, dice, a pencil, and a folded piece of paper
"He carried his lucky charms with him in battle. An appreciable endeavor, but it did not help him in the end..."
>he bleeds
nostrils flare
"Looks like we have a live one over here." Posey says
>healing potion
If nopony claims this loot, I think I might give it to this NPC to revive him.
"Wounds, left by ponies and otherwise." Posey observes
>He has gashes in his stomach unpleasant to describe, and his foreleg is bent in a way that the bone structure ought not allow.
"No pony left these wounds. Monsters are about."
>yellow Pegasus
>rubber dust
"A stallion of taste..."
>a small number of coins, a pressed four-leaf clover, dice, a pencil, and a folded piece of paper
"He carried his lucky charms with him in battle. An appreciable endeavor, but it did not help him in the end..."
>he bleeds
nostrils flare
"Looks like we have a live one over here." Posey says
>healing potion
If nopony claims this loot, I think I might give it to this NPC to revive him.
>>192522
Cavaliere gets Dust over to the scientist and tells him to heal the pony. Can he take 10?
>healing potion
I agree, but let's see if Dust will need it to save him. In the meantime, Posey should keep searching houses since we're short on time.
Cavaliere gets Dust over to the scientist and tells him to heal the pony. Can he take 10?
>healing potion
I agree, but let's see if Dust will need it to save him. In the meantime, Posey should keep searching houses since we're short on time.
>>192528
Posey levitates the potion over to Cavalier.
"Have Dust patch him up. When we are sure he is stable, we can give him this potion to wake him up, if we want to. Wait until Silver and I have finished searching the village before you wake him though: I have a trick to calm him down in the event that he is not cooperative." She says, as she proceeds to leave the to search the other buildings.
>Can he take 10?
He should be able to, since we're not in combat.
>>192522
Posey points out the still-living pony to Cavalier and Dust, before she leaves to search the remainder of the village.
Posey levitates the potion over to Cavalier.
"Have Dust patch him up. When we are sure he is stable, we can give him this potion to wake him up, if we want to. Wait until Silver and I have finished searching the village before you wake him though: I have a trick to calm him down in the event that he is not cooperative." She says, as she proceeds to leave the to search the other buildings.
>Can he take 10?
He should be able to, since we're not in combat.
>>192522
Posey points out the still-living pony to Cavalier and Dust, before she leaves to search the remainder of the village.
I would like to take 10 on my perception checks to search the surrounding buildings.
Opposite the church is a large stone building that has a large door that is intact and leaning open. Inside is a very large, intact room that has several windows with glass, intact or damaged, facing the dark sea. The floor is also slate. The most significant feature in this room is a long wooden bar top that spans much of the left portion of the center room and forms an L shape towards the wall. Any other furniture that may have existed in the room has been removed. To the left is an open doorway to a small room with unknown purpose and no identifying features, save for window seals that are open to the outside and let the green light and rain droplets in. There is another wooden door on the opposite side, though this one is shut, and will not open even with a kick.
Next to this building is a rectangular building with the long side facing away from the road, and a construction similar to the church, though with a lower vaulted roof. Inside is a slate floor that is mostly empty, though with two wooden desks that have been moved and have mold growing on them. On a space on one of the walks is a chalk board. In chalk there is the following drawing: a line going across the center with two little rectangles protruding below the line, in the center above the line, a half circle with beady "eyes" and a smaller pickle shaped "muzzle" that goes below the line. The two rectangles give the impression of hooves, claws, or something of the like. Below the image is written the text "Foo was here." This structure has a little room in the back with an open door, but the back room only has a wooden desk and a bookshelf that is empty. There is a singular piece of chalk on the ground.
The final building is next to the church, the one with the porch, a long rectangular building. The porch has a wooden cover and a dirt floor. There are two doors inside. In one is a room with a wooden display case and shelves, and an opening that goes back into a now empty second room, with a wall that splits the section in two. The other door leads to a room split by a wall that is a mirror of the previous room. There is a less elegant display case in the front, and a ceramic oven in the back with an opening to a chimney.
>>192526
>>192528
There is a singular vial within a part of the medical kit that has not yet been opened. Opening the vial and placing it into the mouth of the lightly breathing pony, there is at first no response.
Then the pony suddenly opens its eyes - it doesn't quite jump up, but it stands its forehooves up - it breathes in deeply, moves its head from side to side looking about, and mumbles in a foreign language in excited and terrified speech. Its pupils are wide.
Next to this building is a rectangular building with the long side facing away from the road, and a construction similar to the church, though with a lower vaulted roof. Inside is a slate floor that is mostly empty, though with two wooden desks that have been moved and have mold growing on them. On a space on one of the walks is a chalk board. In chalk there is the following drawing: a line going across the center with two little rectangles protruding below the line, in the center above the line, a half circle with beady "eyes" and a smaller pickle shaped "muzzle" that goes below the line. The two rectangles give the impression of hooves, claws, or something of the like. Below the image is written the text "Foo was here." This structure has a little room in the back with an open door, but the back room only has a wooden desk and a bookshelf that is empty. There is a singular piece of chalk on the ground.
The final building is next to the church, the one with the porch, a long rectangular building. The porch has a wooden cover and a dirt floor. There are two doors inside. In one is a room with a wooden display case and shelves, and an opening that goes back into a now empty second room, with a wall that splits the section in two. The other door leads to a room split by a wall that is a mirror of the previous room. There is a less elegant display case in the front, and a ceramic oven in the back with an opening to a chimney.
>>192526
>>192528
There is a singular vial within a part of the medical kit that has not yet been opened. Opening the vial and placing it into the mouth of the lightly breathing pony, there is at first no response.
Then the pony suddenly opens its eyes - it doesn't quite jump up, but it stands its forehooves up - it breathes in deeply, moves its head from side to side looking about, and mumbles in a foreign language in excited and terrified speech. Its pupils are wide.
>>192532
Kira slithers into the second building. She takes a look around, recognizing its purpose even with the differences between it and what she had seen and experienced back home; it's a schoolhouse. She takes the lone piece of chalk with the tip of her tail, and writes onto the chalkboard. She draws a doodle of Ouroboros bursting from an orb that must be the sun, then a lamia hugging a larger lamia, then starts working on filling the chalkboard with as many doodles of cute ponies as she can.
Kira slithers into the second building. She takes a look around, recognizing its purpose even with the differences between it and what she had seen and experienced back home; it's a schoolhouse. She takes the lone piece of chalk with the tip of her tail, and writes onto the chalkboard. She draws a doodle of Ouroboros bursting from an orb that must be the sun, then a lamia hugging a larger lamia, then starts working on filling the chalkboard with as many doodles of cute ponies as she can.
>>192532
We don't detect any creatures in these buildings?
>The most significant feature in this room is a long wooden bar top that spans much of the left portion of the center room and forms an L shape towards the wall.
"Looks like this building was a tavern. The ponies on this island likely gathered here on evenings, or on mornings after church."
>To the left is an open doorway to a small room with unknown purpose and no identifying features
Sounds like the kind of room that has a secret trap door.
Search:
[1d20+3 = (6+3) = 9]
>There is another wooden door on the opposite side, though this one is shut, and will not open even with a kick.
"Is anypony in there? We are with Captain Waters." Posey calls through the door."
Not waiting for an answer, she draws her crowbar and attempts to pry the door open.
Strength check.
[1d20+5 = (2+5) = 7]
>wooden desks
>chalk board
"It appears as though this place was a school."
>"Foo was here."
"With some ambitious young foals eager to leave the slightest mark on history, even as their town was fading."
>display case
>ceramic oven in the back with an opening to a chimney
"A blacksmith, perhaps?"
>Then the pony suddenly opens its eyes - it doesn't quite jump up, but it stands its forehooves up - it breathes in deeply, moves its head from side to side looking about, and mumbles in a foreign language in excited and terrified speech. Its pupils are wide.
Oh, before I should probably charm him before wandering off. Posey trots back as she hears him waking up.
DC 19 Will
Posey speaks calmly and deliberately, trying to communicate through tone alone.
"Be still. You are not under attack."
Charisma check to influence a charmed creature
[1d20+6 = (12+6) = 18]
We don't detect any creatures in these buildings?
>The most significant feature in this room is a long wooden bar top that spans much of the left portion of the center room and forms an L shape towards the wall.
"Looks like this building was a tavern. The ponies on this island likely gathered here on evenings, or on mornings after church."
>To the left is an open doorway to a small room with unknown purpose and no identifying features
Sounds like the kind of room that has a secret trap door.
Search:
[1d20+3 = (6+3) = 9]
>There is another wooden door on the opposite side, though this one is shut, and will not open even with a kick.
"Is anypony in there? We are with Captain Waters." Posey calls through the door."
Not waiting for an answer, she draws her crowbar and attempts to pry the door open.
Strength check.
[1d20+5 = (2+5) = 7]
>wooden desks
>chalk board
"It appears as though this place was a school."
>"Foo was here."
"With some ambitious young foals eager to leave the slightest mark on history, even as their town was fading."
>display case
>ceramic oven in the back with an opening to a chimney
"A blacksmith, perhaps?"
>Then the pony suddenly opens its eyes - it doesn't quite jump up, but it stands its forehooves up - it breathes in deeply, moves its head from side to side looking about, and mumbles in a foreign language in excited and terrified speech. Its pupils are wide.
Oh, before I should probably charm him before wandering off. Posey trots back as she hears him waking up.
DC 19 Will
Posey speaks calmly and deliberately, trying to communicate through tone alone.
"Be still. You are not under attack."
Charisma check to influence a charmed creature
[1d20+6 = (12+6) = 18]
>>192532
Cavaliere makes the universally understood motion to remain quiet, holding a claw up to his beak, and holds up an open talon to indicate peaceful intent. He decides to communicate with the scientist in Aquilean.
"Restez calme. Le danger est écarté pour l'instant. Nous sommes là pour vous aider."
>>192534
I assume we would want to help the scientist first. But for what it matters, Cavaliere makes checks to help out in those areas.
Search: [1d20+2 = (7+2) = 9]
Strength: [1d20 = 5]
Cavaliere makes the universally understood motion to remain quiet, holding a claw up to his beak, and holds up an open talon to indicate peaceful intent. He decides to communicate with the scientist in Aquilean.
"Restez calme. Le danger est écarté pour l'instant. Nous sommes là pour vous aider."
>>192534
I assume we would want to help the scientist first. But for what it matters, Cavaliere makes checks to help out in those areas.
Search: [1d20+2 = (7+2) = 9]
Strength: [1d20 = 5]
>>192534
>>192535
The pony stands up on its hind legs, takes a couple steps back, lowers its head facing towards Cavaliere, spreads its forwards slightly apart, and in a whispered tone utters either a phrase in an unidentified language, a proper name, or complete gibberish. Its pupils are wide, and it trembles.
A search reveals nothing, though there is some dirt tracked into the rooms, especially in the room with the bar top. Actually, there are little flecks of what may potentially be blood near the entrance, though it must be known this is rather close to where the pony shot to death in the road lay. The door slightly opens, but does not open with the not especially impressive efforts given by Cavaliere and Posey to open it.
>>192535
The pony stands up on its hind legs, takes a couple steps back, lowers its head facing towards Cavaliere, spreads its forwards slightly apart, and in a whispered tone utters either a phrase in an unidentified language, a proper name, or complete gibberish. Its pupils are wide, and it trembles.
A search reveals nothing, though there is some dirt tracked into the rooms, especially in the room with the bar top. Actually, there are little flecks of what may potentially be blood near the entrance, though it must be known this is rather close to where the pony shot to death in the road lay. The door slightly opens, but does not open with the not especially impressive efforts given by Cavaliere and Posey to open it.
>>192537
The opening is slim. Posey can't see much of the room, but part of the wall and a now broken open window. There seems to be some kind of source of red-tinged light in the room, that casts a dim light on the stone.
The door is stuck, barricaded, or otherwise does not open to a simple shove.
The opening is slim. Posey can't see much of the room, but part of the wall and a now broken open window. There seems to be some kind of source of red-tinged light in the room, that casts a dim light on the stone.
The door is stuck, barricaded, or otherwise does not open to a simple shove.
>>192540
Pardon the delayed reply.
"~Hellooo? Is anypony there?"
>The door is stuck, barricaded
Well, that sounds like it means our airpony might have sealed himself in there. Better investigate.
>some kind of source of red-tinged light in the room, that casts a dim light on the stone
Can I use my horn to feel around in the room, and possibly drag out what's casting the light?
Otherwise, I will just go around back and enter through the broken window.
Pardon the delayed reply.
"~Hellooo? Is anypony there?"
>The door is stuck, barricaded
Well, that sounds like it means our airpony might have sealed himself in there. Better investigate.
>some kind of source of red-tinged light in the room, that casts a dim light on the stone
Can I use my horn to feel around in the room, and possibly drag out what's casting the light?
Otherwise, I will just go around back and enter through the broken window.
>>192544
No one responds to Posey's call.
I've internally decided as amechanism of enforcing earth pony supremacy reasonable limits on common spells that may otherwise become OP, that unicorn telekinesis does not have tactile sensation. Thus she cannot use telekinesis as an exploratory mechanism.
No one responds to Posey's call.
I've internally decided as a
>>192545
A reasonable ruling. I wasn't sure about the tactile sensation myself.
Can I at least grab the light source and drag it closer?
Posey attempts this, and if that doesn't work she goes around the back to kick the broken window in and enter through there.
A reasonable ruling. I wasn't sure about the tactile sensation myself.
Can I at least grab the light source and drag it closer?
Posey attempts this, and if that doesn't work she goes around the back to kick the broken window in and enter through there.
>>192546
>>192546
Posey does not have a precise enough understanding of where the source of the light is (she can guess that it's somewhere sort of in the center of the room just a bit closer towards the window than the street) in order to grab it.
Posey could probably go around. But she'd have to go... outside
>>192546
Posey does not have a precise enough understanding of where the source of the light is (she can guess that it's somewhere sort of in the center of the room just a bit closer towards the window than the street) in order to grab it.
Posey could probably go around. But she'd have to go... outside
>>192547
Posey goes around back and attempts to open the window. While she's at it, she attempts to peer through the window into the room.
Posey goes around back and attempts to open the window. While she's at it, she attempts to peer through the window into the room.
>>192548
Posy walks out of the building and into the street. Silver runs ahead somewhere beyond, but Posey will be circling the building around the alley. Going through the alley, Posey has a view of the bay. The most recent green orb has died in the air, turning most of the sky black. Posey can see the outline of the hulk that is the Kostroma against the slightly better lit horizon, and the faint signatures of stars suggest a gap, somewhere far to the south, of the ever-present fog. The looming hills and seastacks that form the edge of this fishbowl can be discerned, though they are less distinct, disappearing at their precipices into the fog. Posey can also see the edge of the keep, and of something that definitely moves along the surface of the water. Closer to her, the movements in the clouds could equally be actual presences, or convections in the wind as it moves over the hilltops.
Behind the rectangular structure there are a couple stone storage buildings, and large shrubs that may be small trees near the actual wall. The window itself is raised rather high, high enough Posey would have to pull herself up to get inside through it. There's definitely a source of light inside, and it's more evident now than before.
Posy walks out of the building and into the street. Silver runs ahead somewhere beyond, but Posey will be circling the building around the alley. Going through the alley, Posey has a view of the bay. The most recent green orb has died in the air, turning most of the sky black. Posey can see the outline of the hulk that is the Kostroma against the slightly better lit horizon, and the faint signatures of stars suggest a gap, somewhere far to the south, of the ever-present fog. The looming hills and seastacks that form the edge of this fishbowl can be discerned, though they are less distinct, disappearing at their precipices into the fog. Posey can also see the edge of the keep, and of something that definitely moves along the surface of the water. Closer to her, the movements in the clouds could equally be actual presences, or convections in the wind as it moves over the hilltops.
Behind the rectangular structure there are a couple stone storage buildings, and large shrubs that may be small trees near the actual wall. The window itself is raised rather high, high enough Posey would have to pull herself up to get inside through it. There's definitely a source of light inside, and it's more evident now than before.
>>192549
>high enough Posey would have to pull herself up to get inside through it. There's definitely a source of light inside, and it's more evident now than before.
Posey rears on her hind legs and skitters up towards the window with her vampony hooves:
Climb
[1d20+9 = (9+9) = 18]
She then opens the window with her horn, and attempts to crawl inside.
>high enough Posey would have to pull herself up to get inside through it. There's definitely a source of light inside, and it's more evident now than before.
Posey rears on her hind legs and skitters up towards the window with her vampony hooves:
Climb
[1d20+9 = (9+9) = 18]
She then opens the window with her horn, and attempts to crawl inside.
>>192536
It's occurred to me that leaving the scientist alone amidst the corpses of ponies he likely is a bad idea. Cavaliere points to the injured pony, then to himself, and wiggles his talons in a walking fashion. He gets up and waves forward as he looks back, awaiting a response.
It's occurred to me that leaving the scientist alone amidst the corpses of ponies he likely is a bad idea. Cavaliere points to the injured pony, then to himself, and wiggles his talons in a walking fashion. He gets up and waves forward as he looks back, awaiting a response.
Cavaliere again waves forward and starts to walk out of the church at a slow pace. He makes sure the pony is able and willing to follow before leaving the building.
>>192553
"myipdelip"
The stallion walks forward, following Cavaliere, keeping about two paces distance
"myipdelip"
The stallion walks forward, following Cavaliere, keeping about two paces distance
>>192554
Is Posey able to enter through the window, or at least see through it?
Once I know if there's an unconscious airpony in there, I can decide the next step.
Is Posey able to enter through the window, or at least see through it?
Once I know if there's an unconscious airpony in there, I can decide the next step.
>>192553
The pony doesn't entirely seem to understand the command, but it does follow Cavaliere, always keeping a short distance, as if to have room to react were Cavaliere to grab him.
But the ponies of the Kostroma take the opportunity to come inside of the church even as cavaliere starts to leave, including laying down the wounded. Mala Mata, for so long in the rear guard, enters and lets his shotgun lay by his side. He quickly scurries towards the dead bodies in the back. Black Heel too, enters the church, and looks at Mala with a skeptical eye. He winces as Mala goes through the pockets of the dead, taking their currency, the set of keys, and especially the ring, presumably a wedding band, of Propeller passed. He likewise suffers when Mala takes his paw and licks at the blood from the wounds of Sea Spread. But when Mala removes a knife from his pocket, and begins an incision into the chest cavity of the dead pony, Black Heel places his hoof on his revolver.
"Let the pony be, you ghoul!"
Mala snarls, and reaches to yield his shotgun. But he moves a step back when Steppe Eagle points his rifle at him.
The pony doesn't entirely seem to understand the command, but it does follow Cavaliere, always keeping a short distance, as if to have room to react were Cavaliere to grab him.
But the ponies of the Kostroma take the opportunity to come inside of the church even as cavaliere starts to leave, including laying down the wounded. Mala Mata, for so long in the rear guard, enters and lets his shotgun lay by his side. He quickly scurries towards the dead bodies in the back. Black Heel too, enters the church, and looks at Mala with a skeptical eye. He winces as Mala goes through the pockets of the dead, taking their currency, the set of keys, and especially the ring, presumably a wedding band, of Propeller passed. He likewise suffers when Mala takes his paw and licks at the blood from the wounds of Sea Spread. But when Mala removes a knife from his pocket, and begins an incision into the chest cavity of the dead pony, Black Heel places his hoof on his revolver.
"Let the pony be, you ghoul!"
Mala snarls, and reaches to yield his shotgun. But he moves a step back when Steppe Eagle points his rifle at him.
>>192556
>>192550
Posey cannot open the window with her horn. Because there is no longer a window there. Posey can tell that at one point there was glass here, but it is not there now. The window is kind of narrow. While Posey could fit through it, she would need to keep her limbs close together and tumble onto the floor.
Inside, Posey can see three ponies, all in blue. One looks towards the wall (though he hasn't quite noticed Posey yet) and holds a crowbar, one holds an axe and faces the door, and the third sits down, resting against a large wooden desk that is barricading the door.
>>192550
Posey cannot open the window with her horn. Because there is no longer a window there. Posey can tell that at one point there was glass here, but it is not there now. The window is kind of narrow. While Posey could fit through it, she would need to keep her limbs close together and tumble onto the floor.
Inside, Posey can see three ponies, all in blue. One looks towards the wall (though he hasn't quite noticed Posey yet) and holds a crowbar, one holds an axe and faces the door, and the third sits down, resting against a large wooden desk that is barricading the door.
>>192558
So no airpony?
Maybe I should go find Silver before I interact with them, since he's the only pony who speaks their language.
So no airpony?
Maybe I should go find Silver before I interact with them, since he's the only pony who speaks their language.
>>192558
Shaking off the temptation to crawl into the window and attack the three soldiers out of sheer bloodthirst, Posey climbs down from the ledge and returns to the group to inform the party that three Stalliongraders are holed up in that building, but there is no sign of the missing airpony.
>>192561
Maybe consider using Survival to track the airpony by scent. His scent should be fresh if he was here at all, and the trail should lead you right to his location.
>>192557
Oh yeah, Blackheel speaks their language.
Posey trots up to Blackheel.
"There are three living Stalliongraders holed up in that building over there. They did not respond to my calls, but I was able to confirm that they are conscious, and seemingly on the lookout for attackers. I would recommend that you go over there to speak to them. Silver has run off somewhere, so we have nopony to translate. It would be useful to know what happened here from the ponies conscious through the whole event."
She looks up at Mala
"Mala, you would be wise to wait until after the great battle this evening is complete before you eat anypony. Mind your manners." she says, calmly
Shaking off the temptation to crawl into the window and attack the three soldiers out of sheer bloodthirst, Posey climbs down from the ledge and returns to the group to inform the party that three Stalliongraders are holed up in that building, but there is no sign of the missing airpony.
>>192561
Maybe consider using Survival to track the airpony by scent. His scent should be fresh if he was here at all, and the trail should lead you right to his location.
>>192557
Oh yeah, Blackheel speaks their language.
Posey trots up to Blackheel.
"There are three living Stalliongraders holed up in that building over there. They did not respond to my calls, but I was able to confirm that they are conscious, and seemingly on the lookout for attackers. I would recommend that you go over there to speak to them. Silver has run off somewhere, so we have nopony to translate. It would be useful to know what happened here from the ponies conscious through the whole event."
She looks up at Mala
"Mala, you would be wise to wait until after the great battle this evening is complete before you eat anypony. Mind your manners." she says, calmly
>>192509
Silver sees the little pony move towards the water.
The breeze is gentle, not perfect sailing winds, but consistent enough. Celestia's sun provides some warmth on an otherwise cool day, and the emerald green hillsides contrast against large, naked-faced granite and basalt sea stacks. All underneath a blue and cloud-dotted Equestrian Heaven.
And Silver likewise sees a single ship in the harbor, an old, two-mast wooden sailing ship. Its sails are down, and it moves to exit. Barley Corn yells "Wait up!" and gallops towards the water.
But the vision fades, and near all is replaced with darkness. The sky is grey to black, ever moving like smoke. Even the green water becomes hard to distinguish from the brown hills and even the sky at a distance. Only on the farthest horizon does the light of the planet Bellerophon shine through. In the harbor, the derelict hulk of the Kostroma is half lit, with its forward lights on, but so many essential lights of the bridge and tower turned off. A small, single light moves through the water. Silver can feel the cold wind gust, and deposit so many small droplets on his fur. If Barley Corn ever existed, he cannot be seen now.
Silver sees the little pony move towards the water.
The breeze is gentle, not perfect sailing winds, but consistent enough. Celestia's sun provides some warmth on an otherwise cool day, and the emerald green hillsides contrast against large, naked-faced granite and basalt sea stacks. All underneath a blue and cloud-dotted Equestrian Heaven.
And Silver likewise sees a single ship in the harbor, an old, two-mast wooden sailing ship. Its sails are down, and it moves to exit. Barley Corn yells "Wait up!" and gallops towards the water.
But the vision fades, and near all is replaced with darkness. The sky is grey to black, ever moving like smoke. Even the green water becomes hard to distinguish from the brown hills and even the sky at a distance. Only on the farthest horizon does the light of the planet Bellerophon shine through. In the harbor, the derelict hulk of the Kostroma is half lit, with its forward lights on, but so many essential lights of the bridge and tower turned off. A small, single light moves through the water. Silver can feel the cold wind gust, and deposit so many small droplets on his fur. If Barley Corn ever existed, he cannot be seen now.
>>192564
Blackheel immediately turns back towards Posey. "Living ponies? Excellent. I will retrieve them at once!" He does not place his sidearm back in its holster, but trots out of the church. "Alright, now where are they"
Mala lowers his head. "I didn't know they were here..." His eyes dart. "Well I didn't know they were looking"
Blackheel immediately turns back towards Posey. "Living ponies? Excellent. I will retrieve them at once!" He does not place his sidearm back in its holster, but trots out of the church. "Alright, now where are they"
Mala lowers his head. "I didn't know they were here..." His eyes dart. "Well I didn't know they were looking"
>>192566
>"Alright, now where are they"
Posey points a hoof towards the direction of the building.
"Over there. You'll know you've found them when you find the closed barricaded door. Do not worry about them shooting through the door; it appears as though none of them have firearms."
She swishes her tail and hoofs at the dirt
"I am going to go find our translator, before he gets himself killed." she says, walking off in the direction she last saw Silver
>I didn't know they were looking
"A big mistake. You have much to learn." Posey chides
"Now be a good boy and help use that nose of yours to help lead me to your master. I have a creeping suspicion that he just let an apparition lure him into the mist alone..."
>"Alright, now where are they"
Posey points a hoof towards the direction of the building.
"Over there. You'll know you've found them when you find the closed barricaded door. Do not worry about them shooting through the door; it appears as though none of them have firearms."
She swishes her tail and hoofs at the dirt
"I am going to go find our translator, before he gets himself killed." she says, walking off in the direction she last saw Silver
>I didn't know they were looking
"A big mistake. You have much to learn." Posey chides
"Now be a good boy and help use that nose of yours to help lead me to your master. I have a creeping suspicion that he just let an apparition lure him into the mist alone..."
>>192567
"They'll answer to me." He speaks with conviction and moves towards the building.
Mala moves along the edge of the room, clearly embarrassed. "Alone? He can't be alone" Then he starts to run outside, and onto the road.
"They'll answer to me." He speaks with conviction and moves towards the building.
Mala moves along the edge of the room, clearly embarrassed. "Alone? He can't be alone" Then he starts to run outside, and onto the road.
>>192567
There's no need, Silver's coming back.
>>192565
Silver blinks, wondering what the hell was going through his mind when he decided to follow an apparition of a colt long dead. Stupid, stupid Silver. Shaking his head clear, he turns around and heads back to the party. Hopefully they haven't gone too far...
Kira finds Posey and Black Heel, flicking her tongue out at them. "Is there anything I can help with?"
There's no need, Silver's coming back.
>>192565
Silver blinks, wondering what the hell was going through his mind when he decided to follow an apparition of a colt long dead. Stupid, stupid Silver. Shaking his head clear, he turns around and heads back to the party. Hopefully they haven't gone too far...
Kira finds Posey and Black Heel, flicking her tongue out at them. "Is there anything I can help with?"
>>192571
REEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Posey takes out one of the swirly lollipops she keeps for Gloomy and levitates it out into the mist
"~Hellooo, does any good little colt out there want a lollipop?" she beckons
Bluff, to lure the ghost out of hiding
[1d20+16 = (1+16) = 17]
REEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Posey takes out one of the swirly lollipops she keeps for Gloomy and levitates it out into the mist
"~Hellooo, does any good little colt out there want a lollipop?" she beckons
Bluff, to lure the ghost out of hiding
[1d20+16 = (1+16) = 17]
>>192570
>>192558
Kira flicks her tongue in the air, picking up the scent of mutiple unfamiliar ponies in a nearby building. Following it, she finds the open window, and doing little tongue flicks along with tiny sniff snoofs she slithers up along the wall and peers inside at the ponies.
Silver finds his way back to the group, no longer being led into a vision of the past. He gives Mala a hug because they both could use one. "I apologize for my foalishness just now. How are things here?"
>>192558
Kira flicks her tongue in the air, picking up the scent of mutiple unfamiliar ponies in a nearby building. Following it, she finds the open window, and doing little tongue flicks along with tiny sniff snoofs she slithers up along the wall and peers inside at the ponies.
Silver finds his way back to the group, no longer being led into a vision of the past. He gives Mala a hug because they both could use one. "I apologize for my foalishness just now. How are things here?"
>>192576
Posey stamps her hoof
"We are out of leads then... Maybe go with Blackheel and try to figure out what happened here."
Posey stamps her hoof
"We are out of leads then... Maybe go with Blackheel and try to figure out what happened here."
>>192577
Silver nods in agreement. "It is good idea to have me liason with him, since I am only one who speaks Severyanan."
Silver nods in agreement. "It is good idea to have me liason with him, since I am only one who speaks Severyanan."
1762456737_2.png (928.4 KB, 1080x1503, Screenshot_20251106-135654.png)
One last attempt:
>>192572
"I have not given up yet...!" Posey glowers as her eyes light up with an oppressive golden glow and her horn charges with power. Grass withers away to dust beneath her hooves as her body overflows with entropy.
Leveraging her powers as an experienced exorcist, Posey attempts a ritual to force the haunting presence, if it exists, to reveal itself. She traces the leigh lines in all four compas axis before sitting down and chant an unintelligible mantra, her eyes rolling back into her head as she throws her neck back repeatedly. She mane stands on end as she surges with power and chants for a full minute:
"Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!"
She takes 10 on her religion check, easily succeeding outside of combat.
Her eyes snap back to reality, filled with commanding conviction.
"Barley Corn, forgotten child. Reveal yourself to me, I command you!"
>>192572
"I have not given up yet...!" Posey glowers as her eyes light up with an oppressive golden glow and her horn charges with power. Grass withers away to dust beneath her hooves as her body overflows with entropy.
Leveraging her powers as an experienced exorcist, Posey attempts a ritual to force the haunting presence, if it exists, to reveal itself. She traces the leigh lines in all four compas axis before sitting down and chant an unintelligible mantra, her eyes rolling back into her head as she throws her neck back repeatedly. She mane stands on end as she surges with power and chants for a full minute:
"Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!
Contra obsecro hoc spirituum justa ad faciendam voluntatem meam!"
She takes 10 on her religion check, easily succeeding outside of combat.
Her eyes snap back to reality, filled with commanding conviction.
"Barley Corn, forgotten child. Reveal yourself to me, I command you!"
>>192587
>>192582
>>192576
Black Heel is the first to go to the door. He knocks on the door with his hoof,
"Товарищи? Товарищи? Моряки СНС «Кострома»? Вы меня слышите? Это политкомиссар Блэк Хил. Я вернулся." - "Comrades? Comrades? Sailors of the SNS 'Kostroma'? Can you hear me? This is Political Commissar Black Heel. I have returned."
From inside, unintelligible responses. Blackheel places his ear by the cracks. He has a conversation with the ponies, with one half of the conversation not easily understood:
"Это я, ты, онемевший череп. Да, они выжили. Главным образом. Да, мы видели их через дорогу. Грустно, но не удивительно. Помощь, кажется, пришла. Наши отношения с силами помощи сложные. Выходите сюда, мы стреляем пулями в голову этой проклятой туши кита." - "It's me, you numb skull. Yes, they survived. Mainly. Yes, we saw them across the street. Sad, but not surprising. Help seems to have come. Our relationship with the relief forces is complicated. Come out here, we're firing bullets into the head of that damned whale carcass."
>>192574
Kira looks inside to see three friendly looking ponies. They say something in a foreign language, then back up in a defensive position. They are obviously confused as to where this mare comes from, why she is in the window, and why she has slit-eyes.
>>192582
>>192576
Black Heel is the first to go to the door. He knocks on the door with his hoof,
"Товарищи? Товарищи? Моряки СНС «Кострома»? Вы меня слышите? Это политкомиссар Блэк Хил. Я вернулся." - "Comrades? Comrades? Sailors of the SNS 'Kostroma'? Can you hear me? This is Political Commissar Black Heel. I have returned."
From inside, unintelligible responses. Blackheel places his ear by the cracks. He has a conversation with the ponies, with one half of the conversation not easily understood:
"Это я, ты, онемевший череп. Да, они выжили. Главным образом. Да, мы видели их через дорогу. Грустно, но не удивительно. Помощь, кажется, пришла. Наши отношения с силами помощи сложные. Выходите сюда, мы стреляем пулями в голову этой проклятой туши кита." - "It's me, you numb skull. Yes, they survived. Mainly. Yes, we saw them across the street. Sad, but not surprising. Help seems to have come. Our relationship with the relief forces is complicated. Come out here, we're firing bullets into the head of that damned whale carcass."
>>192574
Kira looks inside to see three friendly looking ponies. They say something in a foreign language, then back up in a defensive position. They are obviously confused as to where this mare comes from, why she is in the window, and why she has slit-eyes.
>>192574
Mala accepts the hug. He looks up towards Silver, and says "Visibility is low. But I think the noose is tightening." his ears go down. "We need to leave."
Mala accepts the hug. He looks up towards Silver, and says "Visibility is low. But I think the noose is tightening." his ears go down. "We need to leave."
>>192591
Kira waves to the ponies, not understanding what they're saying but still replying to them. "Hello new friends! I'm with them!" She points towards the door as she says this, hoping the point is gotten across.
Silver pets Mala between his ears. He trots up to the door Black Heel is at and gives it a knock. "Вы готовы переломить ситуацию или нет?"
Kira waves to the ponies, not understanding what they're saying but still replying to them. "Hello new friends! I'm with them!" She points towards the door as she says this, hoping the point is gotten across.
Silver pets Mala between his ears. He trots up to the door Black Heel is at and gives it a knock. "Вы готовы переломить ситуацию или нет?"
>>192594
>Вы готовы переломить ситуацию или нет?
"Да, но... Почему в окне странная кобыла? Она машет нам." Silver hears a voice replying
>Вы готовы переломить ситуацию или нет?
"Да, но... Почему в окне странная кобыла? Она машет нам." Silver hears a voice replying
>>192595
The strange mare continues smiling and waving at the creatures.
Silver: "Кто? Ах, Кира. Она с нами, не беспокойтесь о её... странностях. Она одна из хороших."
The strange mare continues smiling and waving at the creatures.
Silver: "Кто? Ах, Кира. Она с нами, не беспокойтесь о её... странностях. Она одна из хороших."
>>192591
Are the various other ponies and griffons unattended at this time aside from Cavaliere? If not, Cavaliere will make another check to track for the airpony. Do any village buildings remain unsearched?
[1d20+3 = (12+3) = 15]
Are the various other ponies and griffons unattended at this time aside from Cavaliere? If not, Cavaliere will make another check to track for the airpony. Do any village buildings remain unsearched?
[1d20+3 = (12+3) = 15]
>>192596
The pony replies,
"Хорошо, но кто ты?"
"Okay, but who are you?"
Blackheel responds, despite that line probably being directed at Silver
"Ты чертовски хорошо знаешь, кто я"
"You know damn well who I am!"
He responds,
"Да, но ты можешь быть марионеткой Чернобога, как тот гиппогриф"
"Yes, but you could be a puppet of Chernobog, like that Hippogriff"
>>192597
Yes, houses down the line, and a few buildings beyond the main hamlet.
The pony replies,
"Хорошо, но кто ты?"
"Okay, but who are you?"
Blackheel responds, despite that line probably being directed at Silver
"Ты чертовски хорошо знаешь, кто я"
"You know damn well who I am!"
He responds,
"Да, но ты можешь быть марионеткой Чернобога, как тот гиппогриф"
"Yes, but you could be a puppet of Chernobog, like that Hippogriff"
>>192597
Yes, houses down the line, and a few buildings beyond the main hamlet.
>>192598
Then Cavaliere cannot leave them and stays on guard. He hopes the other party members have the wherewithal to look for that missing airpony.
Then Cavaliere cannot leave them and stays on guard. He hopes the other party members have the wherewithal to look for that missing airpony.
>>192598
Silver:
"Ложь и хитрость — это не совсем методы Чернобога. Если бы мы были одержимы им, мы бы прямо сейчас пытались убедить вас «закрыть глаза»."
Silver:
"Ложь и хитрость — это не совсем методы Чернобога. Если бы мы были одержимы им, мы бы прямо сейчас пытались убедить вас «закрыть глаза»."
Do I need to roll something to search the remaining buildings, or can I just take 10 on my perception?
>>192603
Okay. Hopefully I find him this time.
Spot:
[1d20+3 = (6+3) = 9]
Listen:
[1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
Search:
[1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
Survival:
[1d20+1 = (9+1) = 10]
Religion (still trying to make the ghost reveal himself):
[1d20+14 = (12+14) = 26]
Okay. Hopefully I find him this time.
Spot:
[1d20+3 = (6+3) = 9]
Listen:
[1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
Search:
[1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21]
Survival:
[1d20+1 = (9+1) = 10]
Religion (still trying to make the ghost reveal himself):
[1d20+14 = (12+14) = 26]
>>192600
The pony responds,
"Я верю, что это правда"
"I suppose that is true"
Blackheel, however, knocks his hoof on the door, and yells
"Поторопись, у нас мало времени. Чем дольше это существо остаётся на Земле, тем сильнее оно становится."
"Hurry up, we have little time. The longer this creature stays on Earth, the stronger it becomes."
"Ладно, ладно"
"Okay Okay."
There is some sound of something being moved behind the door, and especially, a sliding across the floor.
Black Heel:
"Поторопись, поторопись, пока я не послал за тобой жёлтого."
"Hurry, hurry, before I send the yellow one after you"
Reply,
"Я двигаюсь, я двигаюсь."
"I am moving, I am moving."
The door is opened, clearly only after a desk
Silver sees a dishevelled tan pony, evidently an earth pony wearing a tin foil hat and with tired eyes, opening the door. Behind him is a dark brown earth pony with a white stripe running across his face. he wears a white cap, though there is foil underneath it. Limping out is a grey pegasus pony with clearly injured wings, who turns around to wave at Kira before leaving the room.
>>192599
Much of the group is huddled in the road in the center of the town, with airponies and the griffins keeping a further distance than the Kostroma survivors. Mala has returned here, keeping up the rear guard. Everyone is uneasy and tries to huddle close to structures.
The pony responds,
"Я верю, что это правда"
"I suppose that is true"
Blackheel, however, knocks his hoof on the door, and yells
"Поторопись, у нас мало времени. Чем дольше это существо остаётся на Земле, тем сильнее оно становится."
"Hurry up, we have little time. The longer this creature stays on Earth, the stronger it becomes."
"Ладно, ладно"
"Okay Okay."
There is some sound of something being moved behind the door, and especially, a sliding across the floor.
Black Heel:
"Поторопись, поторопись, пока я не послал за тобой жёлтого."
"Hurry, hurry, before I send the yellow one after you"
Reply,
"Я двигаюсь, я двигаюсь."
"I am moving, I am moving."
The door is opened, clearly only after a desk
Silver sees a dishevelled tan pony, evidently an earth pony wearing a tin foil hat and with tired eyes, opening the door. Behind him is a dark brown earth pony with a white stripe running across his face. he wears a white cap, though there is foil underneath it. Limping out is a grey pegasus pony with clearly injured wings, who turns around to wave at Kira before leaving the room.
>>192599
Much of the group is huddled in the road in the center of the town, with airponies and the griffins keeping a further distance than the Kostroma survivors. Mala has returned here, keeping up the rear guard. Everyone is uneasy and tries to huddle close to structures.
>>192604
Posey doesn't see much. Something does seem to move in the distance, but that could as easily be a shrub in the wind, or a thin spot in the clouds letting in moon light, before being blown along by the wind.
Posey hears Blackheel yelling, a couple of the rescued ponies whispering among themselves. Far away, and carried along the wind, she hears the sound of ponies talking to each other. She hears the sound of what is likely a step, of plants being moved aside, somewhere in front. She hears the up and down of a diesel engine humming in the harbor. And she hears that "ting" of a tinnitus sound, soon drowned out by that seashell sound of everything together at once.
Past the big buildings are houses. Looking inside, some has cracked foundations. Some have no floors at all. Posey sees a can of tuna randomly open, and on a floor. She sees a plant growing in one. A few empty bottles in another. Cartridge cases lying on the ground. A bird nest. And then in one, at the far end of the room, under a shadow, a pony up against a wall, head tilted down and covered by a helmet. He wears a uniform that is presumably some kind of shade of green under the light - hard to say in the darkness. He has no nearby weapon, his fur must be a very light color like white or light grey, and he has a few spots of blood near him.
Posey doesn't see much. Something does seem to move in the distance, but that could as easily be a shrub in the wind, or a thin spot in the clouds letting in moon light, before being blown along by the wind.
Posey hears Blackheel yelling, a couple of the rescued ponies whispering among themselves. Far away, and carried along the wind, she hears the sound of ponies talking to each other. She hears the sound of what is likely a step, of plants being moved aside, somewhere in front. She hears the up and down of a diesel engine humming in the harbor. And she hears that "ting" of a tinnitus sound, soon drowned out by that seashell sound of everything together at once.
Past the big buildings are houses. Looking inside, some has cracked foundations. Some have no floors at all. Posey sees a can of tuna randomly open, and on a floor. She sees a plant growing in one. A few empty bottles in another. Cartridge cases lying on the ground. A bird nest. And then in one, at the far end of the room, under a shadow, a pony up against a wall, head tilted down and covered by a helmet. He wears a uniform that is presumably some kind of shade of green under the light - hard to say in the darkness. He has no nearby weapon, his fur must be a very light color like white or light grey, and he has a few spots of blood near him.
>>192605
Silver looks at the injured pegasus, and holds them up a moment with a hoof. "Вы ранены. Позвольте мне осмотреть вас, у меня есть некоторая медицинская подготовка, полученная в армии."
Silver looks at the injured pegasus, and holds them up a moment with a hoof. "Вы ранены. Позвольте мне осмотреть вас, у меня есть некоторая медицинская подготовка, полученная в армии."
>>192610
Heal: Silver carefully inspects the pony's wings to diagnose the injuries, and responds accordingly as best as he is able.
[1d20+5 = (6+5) = 11]
Heal: Silver carefully inspects the pony's wings to diagnose the injuries, and responds accordingly as best as he is able.
[1d20+5 = (6+5) = 11]
>>192611
He is bruised, having possibly been thrown, or fallen. But his wings, or at least, his right wing, is outright broken
He is bruised, having possibly been thrown, or fallen. But his wings, or at least, his right wing, is outright broken
>>192612
Silver sees if he can scavenge up some wood and cloth strips to make a splint for the pony's wing. As he does so, he asks the pegasus, "Как тебя зовут?"
Silver sees if he can scavenge up some wood and cloth strips to make a splint for the pony's wing. As he does so, he asks the pegasus, "Как тебя зовут?"
>>192608
Posey swiftly moves over to the pony.
"Are you alright? Can you hear me?" She asks, assessing the pony's injuries
Posey swiftly moves over to the pony.
"Are you alright? Can you hear me?" She asks, assessing the pony's injuries
>>192608
Is the pony alive? Does his uniform resemble the airpony's?
Posey determines the severity of the pony's injuries before contemplating whether or not to drag him out.
"I found another one! Get me Dust in here!" she calls out behind her
Is the pony alive? Does his uniform resemble the airpony's?
Posey determines the severity of the pony's injuries before contemplating whether or not to drag him out.
"I found another one! Get me Dust in here!" she calls out behind her
>>192605
Cavaliere tries to herd the entourage into buildings that aren't in danger of collapse and that don't contain bodies or rotting objects. He puts the Stalliongraders into one house and the airponies and griffons into another.
"We'll be getting a move on soon. Stay warm while you can."
Cavaliere tries to herd the entourage into buildings that aren't in danger of collapse and that don't contain bodies or rotting objects. He puts the Stalliongraders into one house and the airponies and griffons into another.
"We'll be getting a move on soon. Stay warm while you can."
>>192613
"Сокровище сохранено" - "Treasure Kept" the pegasus replies. he allows Silver to place the splint on him, though he flinches the first time the wing is touched.
>>192614
>>192616
>>192617
The pony's head tilts up towards Posey, eyes open, and irises not possible to distinguish from the pupil. Posey does not care to distinguish the nuances of the New Mareland Naval Air service uniform versus, say, Stalliongradian Naval Infantry or Anti-Aircraft uniforms, nor does her dark vision provide much ability to distinguish colors, but posey can safely determine that the pony is wearing a green colored uniform, and therefore is not Stallingradian Merchant Marine or Science crew. The pony does not speak aloud.
>>192617
Though dealing with the various rescued creatures has so far been like herding cats, the creatures are cooperative in this venture. They clearly prefer to be inside.
"Сокровище сохранено" - "Treasure Kept" the pegasus replies. he allows Silver to place the splint on him, though he flinches the first time the wing is touched.
>>192614
>>192616
>>192617
The pony's head tilts up towards Posey, eyes open, and irises not possible to distinguish from the pupil. Posey does not care to distinguish the nuances of the New Mareland Naval Air service uniform versus, say, Stalliongradian Naval Infantry or Anti-Aircraft uniforms, nor does her dark vision provide much ability to distinguish colors, but posey can safely determine that the pony is wearing a green colored uniform, and therefore is not Stallingradian Merchant Marine or Science crew. The pony does not speak aloud.
>>192617
Though dealing with the various rescued creatures has so far been like herding cats, the creatures are cooperative in this venture. They clearly prefer to be inside.
>>192618
Is Dust on his way? Cavaliere might want to go help if he isn't.
He looks off to Posey's direction, then to Mala with a calm expression. "You have been doing the best job of any of us guarding these creatures. I should go see what she has found. Keep them together, but let them leave the buildings if something approaches. Send them down the street to the rest of us to regroup."
Is Dust on his way? Cavaliere might want to go help if he isn't.
He looks off to Posey's direction, then to Mala with a calm expression. "You have been doing the best job of any of us guarding these creatures. I should go see what she has found. Keep them together, but let them leave the buildings if something approaches. Send them down the street to the rest of us to regroup."
>>192618
As their eyes meet, Posey immediately attempts to charm the pony with her gaze
DC 19 Will
"You are going to be alright. Captain Waters sent me." She says, softly
"Can you stand?"
As their eyes meet, Posey immediately attempts to charm the pony with her gaze
DC 19 Will
"You are going to be alright. Captain Waters sent me." She says, softly
"Can you stand?"
>>192618
Silver gives the pony's shoulder a pat. "С тобой все будет хорошо, Сокровище. Ты единственная, кто остался? Кто-нибудь еще выжил?"
Silver gives the pony's shoulder a pat. "С тобой все будет хорошо, Сокровище. Ты единственная, кто остался? Кто-нибудь еще выжил?"
>>192626
>>192630
>>192620
No reply. Posey believes the pony is looking at her, though she has not seen it blink, and the irises are not distinct from the pupils. Posey has indeed made eye contact, as best as she can tell
>>192621
"Я знаю, что нас трое прятались здесь, но кто ещё? Нас атаковали, и мы спрятались здесь. Нам пришлось забаррикадироваться. Эти существа всё продолжали приходить..." - "I know us three hid here, but who else? We were overrun, and hid in here. We had to barricade ourselves. Those things kept coming..."
>>192630
>>192620
No reply. Posey believes the pony is looking at her, though she has not seen it blink, and the irises are not distinct from the pupils. Posey has indeed made eye contact, as best as she can tell
>>192621
"Я знаю, что нас трое прятались здесь, но кто ещё? Нас атаковали, и мы спрятались здесь. Нам пришлось забаррикадироваться. Эти существа всё продолжали приходить..." - "I know us three hid here, but who else? We were overrun, and hid in here. We had to barricade ourselves. Those things kept coming..."
>>192631
"Buck...!" Posey curses
"Stay with me. I will get you to the medic." she says, hauling the pony onto her floating disk that is technically still active.
Idk when Dust's player will be back, but I guess I could try to see if I could try to counteract any ongoing mental effects
Posey draws her talisman and waves it back and fourth in front of the pony's eyes.
"Snap out of it! You are do close, you cannot give up now."
Hypnosis
[1d20+9 = (11+9) = 20]
"Buck...!" Posey curses
"Stay with me. I will get you to the medic." she says, hauling the pony onto her floating disk that is technically still active.
Idk when Dust's player will be back, but I guess I could try to see if I could try to counteract any ongoing mental effects
Posey draws her talisman and waves it back and fourth in front of the pony's eyes.
"Snap out of it! You are do close, you cannot give up now."
Hypnosis
[1d20+9 = (11+9) = 20]
>>192633
"Он выглядел как краб или паук. И там были эти летающие насекомые. Более того, все это... должно быть демонами, вызванными из Тартара. И к тому же, сверху были куклы." - "It looked like a crab or a spider. And there were these flying insects. Moreover, all of this... must be demons summoned from Tartarus. And then, on top of that, there were the puppets."
"Он выглядел как краб или паук. И там были эти летающие насекомые. Более того, все это... должно быть демонами, вызванными из Тартара. И к тому же, сверху были куклы." - "It looked like a crab or a spider. And there were these flying insects. Moreover, all of this... must be demons summoned from Tartarus. And then, on top of that, there were the puppets."
>>192634
Posey drags the pony she found back to the rest of the group.
"I found a live one, but he is unresponsive."
Posey drags the pony she found back to the rest of the group.
"I found a live one, but he is unresponsive."
>>192634
Silver shakes his head at the description. "Я даже представить себе не могу, какие чудовища он там выдумывает. Все его творения похожи на попытку описать какое-либо существо человеку, у которого нет никаких точек отсчета." He looks over at the other survivors. "Думаете, монстры ушли?"
>>192635
Kira slithers over, and looms her pony half over the unresponsive pony, suspended in the air by the shear strength of her snake half on the ground. "Helllllllllllllllllllllllllo? New friend? Are you okay? Traveller got your tongue or something?"
She flicks her tongue out at the pony.
Silver shakes his head at the description. "Я даже представить себе не могу, какие чудовища он там выдумывает. Все его творения похожи на попытку описать какое-либо существо человеку, у которого нет никаких точек отсчета." He looks over at the other survivors. "Думаете, монстры ушли?"
>>192635
Kira slithers over, and looms her pony half over the unresponsive pony, suspended in the air by the shear strength of her snake half on the ground. "Helllllllllllllllllllllllllo? New friend? Are you okay? Traveller got your tongue or something?"
She flicks her tongue out at the pony.
>>192636
A different pony replies
"Они перестали нас искать. Мы слышим выстрелы и взрывы. Думаю, это как-то с этим связано." - "They have stopped looking for us. We have been hearing gunshots and explosions. I think it has something to do with that."
>>192635
>>192632
Posey may relish not needing the light to see, but something is lost to the darkness. The nuances of color, like the difference between olive and forest green in uniforms, or the difference between brown eyes or straight up black or even lighter colors, is not so easily seen in the pure darkness. Posey stares into his eyes, and she thinks she sees something black. She thinks she sees a reflection, or rather, a series of smaller reflections, in his eyes. Little sparkles in his eyes, as if photopsia were not merely experiences but manifest physically and could be seen by others. But maybe it isn't, maybe it's simply the darkness staring back.
As Posey tries to pick him up, there is a resistance. Likely he or his clothing is caught onto something, or he's heavier than anticipated, or he does not want to move. There is still no vocalized response.
>>192636
Kira looks into the house to see... Darkness. Almost complete darkness. Outside, though the clouds hide most of the light of the waning gibbous moon and the stars, some light still peers through. But inside of the house, so far from what light shines through the open doorway, the pony sits in darkness, even as Kira would be comparatively lit. Certainly Kira does not hear the customary screaming heard when usually encountering new friends. Kira thinks that she can see the silhouetted outline of a friend-shape wearing a cap (possibly it's a food shape, but more likely a friend shape), but even this she cannot be sure of. Does she actually see him, or is it power of suggestion?
But Kira can smell him. That's the decided smell of friendship, with a small amount of cordite. And blood. That sweat, sweat small of pony blood. It isn't especially fresh, shed perhaps an hour or so before.
>>192619
Mala smiles, and his tail sways
"Yes, yes. I will keep them in line in the buildings." Mala moves to push his automatic shotgun forward to a ready position and then moves back to herd the ponies.
A different pony replies
"Они перестали нас искать. Мы слышим выстрелы и взрывы. Думаю, это как-то с этим связано." - "They have stopped looking for us. We have been hearing gunshots and explosions. I think it has something to do with that."
>>192635
>>192632
Posey may relish not needing the light to see, but something is lost to the darkness. The nuances of color, like the difference between olive and forest green in uniforms, or the difference between brown eyes or straight up black or even lighter colors, is not so easily seen in the pure darkness. Posey stares into his eyes, and she thinks she sees something black. She thinks she sees a reflection, or rather, a series of smaller reflections, in his eyes. Little sparkles in his eyes, as if photopsia were not merely experiences but manifest physically and could be seen by others. But maybe it isn't, maybe it's simply the darkness staring back.
As Posey tries to pick him up, there is a resistance. Likely he or his clothing is caught onto something, or he's heavier than anticipated, or he does not want to move. There is still no vocalized response.
>>192636
Kira looks into the house to see... Darkness. Almost complete darkness. Outside, though the clouds hide most of the light of the waning gibbous moon and the stars, some light still peers through. But inside of the house, so far from what light shines through the open doorway, the pony sits in darkness, even as Kira would be comparatively lit. Certainly Kira does not hear the customary screaming heard when usually encountering new friends. Kira thinks that she can see the silhouetted outline of a friend-shape wearing a cap (possibly it's a food shape, but more likely a friend shape), but even this she cannot be sure of. Does she actually see him, or is it power of suggestion?
But Kira can smell him. That's the decided smell of friendship, with a small amount of cordite. And blood. That sweat, sweat small of pony blood. It isn't especially fresh, shed perhaps an hour or so before.
>>192619
Mala smiles, and his tail sways
"Yes, yes. I will keep them in line in the buildings." Mala moves to push his automatic shotgun forward to a ready position and then moves back to herd the ponies.
>>192637
Silver nods. "На остров прибыл спецназ. Они нас не слушают, боюсь, им приказано устранить всех свидетелей. А ещё мы взорвали дирижабль."
Kira gasps Blood and friendship means hurt ponies, or worse! She flicks her tongue again, trying to find where the hurt ponies are as she lets her other senses guide her.
Silver nods. "На остров прибыл спецназ. Они нас не слушают, боюсь, им приказано устранить всех свидетелей. А ещё мы взорвали дирижабль."
Kira gasps Blood and friendship means hurt ponies, or worse! She flicks her tongue again, trying to find where the hurt ponies are as she lets her other senses guide her.
>>192637
>She thinks she sees a reflection, or rather, a series of smaller reflections, in his eyes.
Oh buck, is he a changeling?
Posey switches on her flashlight and examines closely.
She also searches for any dog tag on him.
>She thinks she sees a reflection, or rather, a series of smaller reflections, in his eyes.
Oh buck, is he a changeling?
Posey switches on her flashlight and examines closely.
She also searches for any dog tag on him.
>>192637
Cavaliere arrives.
"You found another pony? What's his condition?" he asks. Within the confines of the building he also uses his flashlight to look the pony over.
Cavaliere arrives.
"You found another pony? What's his condition?" he asks. Within the confines of the building he also uses his flashlight to look the pony over.
>>192639
>>192657
His clouded grey fur is not matted, unmoisted by the rain, but in a few areas it does stick together, presumably from blood from some small wounds, covered by the fur. His wings are mostly close to his body, but slightly open, especially the right wing, which hangs slightly, and it's lowest feathers touch the ground. His head tilts up and towards Posey. In the light of the flashlight she can see the edges of golden irises, oddly darkened along with his eye whites. Posey can see reflections of white flitter all along his eyes, snowing like detritus on the ocean floor. The dog tag is still on his neck. It reads "Холодный ветер" - "Cold Wind." Rank of Private.
Small, black tendrils, a bit wider than a hair, hang behind the back like the roots of a plant hung from the ceiling in hole-lined pot. They begin to move. Posey isn't sure that she sees his mouth open, but she certainly hears what is said. Everyone in the room hears what he says. A chorus of voices addresses Posey
"Ты всего лишь голем одного мага, сделанный из плоти. Что ты можешь противопоставить коллективной воле и самой истории?"
"Olet vain velhojen golem, tehty lihasta. Mitä voit tehdä kollektiivista tahtoa ja historiaa itseään vastaan?"
"Du bist nur ein Golem eines Magiers, aus Fleisch gemacht. Was kannst du gegen den kollektiven Willen und die Geschichte selbst ausrichten?"
"You are but a single magician's flesh golem. What can you do against the general will, and against history itself?"
And then the next words are addressed towards Cavaliere and Kira, signified by the pony's darkened eyes looking up and over Posey, past her to the other creatures.
"Еще не поздно. Вы можете стать частью чего-то большего, чего-то, что продолжает существовать и существовало на протяжении долгого времени."
"Ei ole liian myöhäistä. Voit tulla osaksi jotain suurempaa, jotain, mikä kestää ja on kestänyt."
"Es ist nicht zu spät. Du kannst Teil von etwas Größerem werden, etwas, das Bestand hat und Bestand hatte.
"It is not too late. You can become part of something bigger, something that endures and has endured."
>>192657
His clouded grey fur is not matted, unmoisted by the rain, but in a few areas it does stick together, presumably from blood from some small wounds, covered by the fur. His wings are mostly close to his body, but slightly open, especially the right wing, which hangs slightly, and it's lowest feathers touch the ground. His head tilts up and towards Posey. In the light of the flashlight she can see the edges of golden irises, oddly darkened along with his eye whites. Posey can see reflections of white flitter all along his eyes, snowing like detritus on the ocean floor. The dog tag is still on his neck. It reads "Холодный ветер" - "Cold Wind." Rank of Private.
Small, black tendrils, a bit wider than a hair, hang behind the back like the roots of a plant hung from the ceiling in hole-lined pot. They begin to move. Posey isn't sure that she sees his mouth open, but she certainly hears what is said. Everyone in the room hears what he says. A chorus of voices addresses Posey
"Ты всего лишь голем одного мага, сделанный из плоти. Что ты можешь противопоставить коллективной воле и самой истории?"
"Olet vain velhojen golem, tehty lihasta. Mitä voit tehdä kollektiivista tahtoa ja historiaa itseään vastaan?"
"Du bist nur ein Golem eines Magiers, aus Fleisch gemacht. Was kannst du gegen den kollektiven Willen und die Geschichte selbst ausrichten?"
"You are but a single magician's flesh golem. What can you do against the general will, and against history itself?"
And then the next words are addressed towards Cavaliere and Kira, signified by the pony's darkened eyes looking up and over Posey, past her to the other creatures.
"Еще не поздно. Вы можете стать частью чего-то большего, чего-то, что продолжает существовать и существовало на протяжении долгого времени."
"Ei ole liian myöhäistä. Voit tulla osaksi jotain suurempaa, jotain, mikä kestää ja on kestänyt."
"Es ist nicht zu spät. Du kannst Teil von etwas Größerem werden, etwas, das Bestand hat und Bestand hatte.
"It is not too late. You can become part of something bigger, something that endures and has endured."
>>192661
Kira recoils slightly, her pony half moving back while her snake have stays in place. Though it's hard to see in the darkness, she looks at the pony with eyes widened in fear, her mouth turned down in a grimace.
"Ha-have you thought about not being so creepy? Like, maybe you'd have an easier convincing creatures to go along with this if you acted more...normal?"
Kira recoils slightly, her pony half moving back while her snake have stays in place. Though it's hard to see in the darkness, she looks at the pony with eyes widened in fear, her mouth turned down in a grimace.
"Ha-have you thought about not being so creepy? Like, maybe you'd have an easier convincing creatures to go along with this if you acted more...normal?"
>>192661
Cavaliere holds a talon close to his hip as he stares intensely at the possessed pony. His eyes are narrowed, and he does not look away.
"How long has he been in this room? Is he some sort of experiment of yours now?"
Cavaliere holds a talon close to his hip as he stares intensely at the possessed pony. His eyes are narrowed, and he does not look away.
"How long has he been in this room? Is he some sort of experiment of yours now?"
>>192662
"Понимай и не бойся того, что чуждо. Ты должен знать это лучше всех, Кубана Кирафика
"Ymmärrä, äläkä pelkää sitä, mikä on vierasta. Sinun tulisi tuntea se paremmin kuin kukaan, Kubana Kirafiki"
"Verstehe und fürchte nicht das, was fremd ist. Du solltest es besser kennen als jeder andere, Kubana Kirafiki."
"Understand, and do not fear that which is alien. You should know it better than anyone, Kubana Kirafiki."
>>192663
The light of the flashlight does not bring much clarity to the form of those root-like tendrils that creepy out behind the pegasus. They move slowly, side to side, like worms exposed to the air, and they are such an oily black that they reflect almost no light. The pegasus leans forward, likely pushed by the tendrils.
"Совсем немного времени. Час, сорок девять минут, пятьдесят три секунды — так бы вы это назвали."
"Ei lainkaan aikaa. Yksi tunti, neljäkymmentäyhdeksän minuuttia, viisikymmentäkolme sekuntia, niin sitä kutsuisit."
"Gar keine Zeit. Eine Stunde, neunundvierzig Minuten, dreiundfünfzig Sekunden, würdest du es nennen."
"No time at all. One hour, forty nine minutes, fifty three seconds, you would call it."
"Понимай и не бойся того, что чуждо. Ты должен знать это лучше всех, Кубана Кирафика
"Ymmärrä, äläkä pelkää sitä, mikä on vierasta. Sinun tulisi tuntea se paremmin kuin kukaan, Kubana Kirafiki"
"Verstehe und fürchte nicht das, was fremd ist. Du solltest es besser kennen als jeder andere, Kubana Kirafiki."
"Understand, and do not fear that which is alien. You should know it better than anyone, Kubana Kirafiki."
>>192663
The light of the flashlight does not bring much clarity to the form of those root-like tendrils that creepy out behind the pegasus. They move slowly, side to side, like worms exposed to the air, and they are such an oily black that they reflect almost no light. The pegasus leans forward, likely pushed by the tendrils.
"Совсем немного времени. Час, сорок девять минут, пятьдесят три секунды — так бы вы это назвали."
"Ei lainkaan aikaa. Yksi tunti, neljäkymmentäyhdeksän minuuttia, viisikymmentäkolme sekuntia, niin sitä kutsuisit."
"Gar keine Zeit. Eine Stunde, neunundvierzig Minuten, dreiundfünfzig Sekunden, würdest du es nennen."
"No time at all. One hour, forty nine minutes, fifty three seconds, you would call it."
>>192664
>>192663
"Эксперимент? Разве вы не видите? Ваш мир плоти и материи разрушается и гниёт. Мой вечен. Здесь много места для совершенства. Много места для улучшений. Чтобы создать лучший мир."
"Koe? Etkö näe? Liha ja aineen maailmasi mätänee ja turmeltuu. Minun maailmani on ikuinen. Siellä on runsaasti tilaa täydellisyydelle. Runsaasti tilaa parannukselle. Tehdä parempi maailma."
"Experiment? Siehst du es nicht? Deine Welt aus Fleisch und Materie zerfällt und verdirbt. Meine ist ewig. Es gibt viel Raum für Perfektion. Viel Raum für Verbesserung. Um eine bessere Welt zu schaffen."
"Experiment? Do you not see? Your world of flesh and matter decays and corrupts. Mine is eternal. There is much room for perfection. Much room for improvement. To make a better world."
>>192663
"Эксперимент? Разве вы не видите? Ваш мир плоти и материи разрушается и гниёт. Мой вечен. Здесь много места для совершенства. Много места для улучшений. Чтобы создать лучший мир."
"Koe? Etkö näe? Liha ja aineen maailmasi mätänee ja turmeltuu. Minun maailmani on ikuinen. Siellä on runsaasti tilaa täydellisyydelle. Runsaasti tilaa parannukselle. Tehdä parempi maailma."
"Experiment? Siehst du es nicht? Deine Welt aus Fleisch und Materie zerfällt und verdirbt. Meine ist ewig. Es gibt viel Raum für Perfektion. Viel Raum für Verbesserung. Um eine bessere Welt zu schaffen."
"Experiment? Do you not see? Your world of flesh and matter decays and corrupts. Mine is eternal. There is much room for perfection. Much room for improvement. To make a better world."
>>192664
Now the grimace is replaced with a scrunchy snoot. "Yeah, but it's not like I wanna control ponies' minds and bodies, I wanna have them figure out that lamias are good on their own by doing good deeds!"
Now the grimace is replaced with a scrunchy snoot. "Yeah, but it's not like I wanna control ponies' minds and bodies, I wanna have them figure out that lamias are good on their own by doing good deeds!"
>>192667
"Он не такой, как тот бездушный плотяной голем, хотя он бы умер, если бы я не вмешался"
"Hän ei ole sellainen sieluton lihagolemi, vaikka hän olisi kuollut, jos en olisi puuttunut väliin"
"Er ist nicht wie dieser seelenlose Fleischgolem, obwohl er gestorben wäre, wenn ich nicht eingeschritten wäre"
"He is not like that soulless flesh golem, though he would have died if I had not intervened"
>>192666
"Тогда приходите и посмотрите, какие великие вещи я могу создать. Посмотрите, как мы поднимаемся над слабым, материальным телом и одиноким индивидуальным разумом"
"Tule sitten katsomaan, mitä mahtavia asioita voin luoda. Katso, kuinka kohoamme heikon, materiaalisen ruumiin ja yksinäisen yksilöllisen mielen yläpuolelle."
"Komm dann und sieh, welche großartigen Dinge ich erschaffen kann. Sieh, wie wir über den schwachen, materiellen Körper und den einsamen individuellen Geist hinauswachsen."
"Then come and see what great things I can create. See how we rise above the weak, material body and the lonely individual mind."
"Он не такой, как тот бездушный плотяной голем, хотя он бы умер, если бы я не вмешался"
"Hän ei ole sellainen sieluton lihagolemi, vaikka hän olisi kuollut, jos en olisi puuttunut väliin"
"Er ist nicht wie dieser seelenlose Fleischgolem, obwohl er gestorben wäre, wenn ich nicht eingeschritten wäre"
"He is not like that soulless flesh golem, though he would have died if I had not intervened"
>>192666
"Тогда приходите и посмотрите, какие великие вещи я могу создать. Посмотрите, как мы поднимаемся над слабым, материальным телом и одиноким индивидуальным разумом"
"Tule sitten katsomaan, mitä mahtavia asioita voin luoda. Katso, kuinka kohoamme heikon, materiaalisen ruumiin ja yksinäisen yksilöllisen mielen yläpuolelle."
"Komm dann und sieh, welche großartigen Dinge ich erschaffen kann. Sieh, wie wir über den schwachen, materiellen Körper und den einsamen individuellen Geist hinauswachsen."
"Then come and see what great things I can create. See how we rise above the weak, material body and the lonely individual mind."
>>192668
Kira: "I don't know about weak and lonely. I mean, us lamias are pretty strong. And if you were in my mind you'd realize that it's not really all that lonely in there. Like, do you know how us lamias work? It's...actually not that different from you in ways."
Kira: "I don't know about weak and lonely. I mean, us lamias are pretty strong. And if you were in my mind you'd realize that it's not really all that lonely in there. Like, do you know how us lamias work? It's...actually not that different from you in ways."
>>192661
>Small, black tendrils, a bit wider than a hair, hang behind the back like the roots of a plant hung from the ceiling in hole-lined pot
Posey scrunches in disgust and draws her sword
"This one is too far gone. Mental depravity has given way to physical corruption. I have seen this sort of corruption before. The writhing tendrils along his spinal column are likely only the metastasized appendages of a much deeper growth. It would be merciful to destroy it now." she says, lowering her sword
>>192669
"You should not speak to it directly. It is baiting you, and it will drive you mad, just like the others."
>Small, black tendrils, a bit wider than a hair, hang behind the back like the roots of a plant hung from the ceiling in hole-lined pot
Posey scrunches in disgust and draws her sword
"This one is too far gone. Mental depravity has given way to physical corruption. I have seen this sort of corruption before. The writhing tendrils along his spinal column are likely only the metastasized appendages of a much deeper growth. It would be merciful to destroy it now." she says, lowering her sword
>>192669
"You should not speak to it directly. It is baiting you, and it will drive you mad, just like the others."
>>192673
Posey uses an attack of opportunity to Disarm Cavalier before he can fire (your choice if you want to proceed to an opposed roll; if not, she succeeds and immediately gives the gun back)
"Not so fast. There is a proper way to finish a POW. Besides, this decrepit corpse may yet be useful to us. Let us find that out..." she says, turning towards the Flesh golem.
>>192661
Posey narrows her eyes, before raising her chin with an indignant snort
"So you think you know know what I am? The arcane treatments that enabled a feeble filly like me to walk today are the culmination of centuries of research from hundreds of experienced mages, including myself, who consulted with cosmic beings of the likes of which neither of us could comprehend. I am already part of something far bigger than myself, and although I have yet failed to become the perfect being my masters wanted me to be, I still carry the mantle of that ambition on my back. I accept my past, and I look towards a more glorious future. would not expect a creature such as you to understand though; appreciating causal reality and honoring those who came before you is not in your nature."
Posey's chest throbs erratically. At a glance it seem as though she is losing her composure, but the rest of her body remains perfectly still. For a second, a patch of her immaculate coat distorts as worms under her skin were trying to press out, a glimpse of the failed godling in her chest.
"We all worked so hard to get here, and our story is just only beginning."
>>192665
"I do not fear the likes of you, I reject you. I have already seen a glimpse of the unreality your kind hails from: my masters threw me into the space between spaces and would not let me return until I had conquered true fear before I had the privilege of practicing under them. It is a world of putrescent distortion where death has no rhyme or reason and life itself has no meaning, just slimy, writhing savagery without begining or end. No glory, no beauty, no tragedy, just madness."
"Decay and corruption are part of what give this world beauty, for a story is only complete when it comes its glorious end. All the filth and sin and depravity and malice that riddle this world with flaws and imperfections are the reason why I go on walking in the world, because in my stride I carry my predecessors to a more glorious future."
She lowers her her and glares in vindication, just barely baring her teeth
"Our future... Our perfect world... They are not yours to conquer. They are mine. An outsider such as you will not snatch my dream from under my snoot. I will personally educate you on what death feels like."
She raises her head again
"But enough of that, Traveller. Did you come to harass us with unsolicited debates on the nihilistic impermanence of life, or did you have something meaningful to say? We are busy ponies, and unlike you we value our time." she questions
"Or are you simply goading us into madness like all of the others? You must have quite the collection. I must say, I am a bit jealous. How large has your flock grown? Have you any new editions to your herd? Any elite specimens you intend to capture in the near future?" she presses
>>192684
For a moment, the pony speaks with only one voice. A voice sounding like that of Light Water.
"I am sure your creators think that the process to create a tool like you was clever, but you are not a part of any 'we.' I have met those 'cosmic beings'. I have only contempt for them. I have nothing to say to you. Your mind is too limited. You have no vision. Your philosophy is at best, the cope of the weak. The lullaby the mediocre sing to themselves to dull the pain of their recognized inadequacy. You are fond of death because you have nothing to live for. There is no vision, no reality nor unreality I can show you so terrifying as the reality of being you. Yet you have no desire at all to be better. But I am not here for you. I come to offer a means to a better world. I need only a creature with vision."
The eyes turn towards Cavaliere
"You know that stopping shock from blood loss is no mean feat."
The eyes turn towards Kira
"You understand the value of looking past appearance. Of accepting. Of belonging. Of connecting the past to the future."
For a moment, the pony speaks with only one voice. A voice sounding like that of Light Water.
"I am sure your creators think that the process to create a tool like you was clever, but you are not a part of any 'we.' I have met those 'cosmic beings'. I have only contempt for them. I have nothing to say to you. Your mind is too limited. You have no vision. Your philosophy is at best, the cope of the weak. The lullaby the mediocre sing to themselves to dull the pain of their recognized inadequacy. You are fond of death because you have nothing to live for. There is no vision, no reality nor unreality I can show you so terrifying as the reality of being you. Yet you have no desire at all to be better. But I am not here for you. I come to offer a means to a better world. I need only a creature with vision."
The eyes turn towards Cavaliere
"You know that stopping shock from blood loss is no mean feat."
The eyes turn towards Kira
"You understand the value of looking past appearance. Of accepting. Of belonging. Of connecting the past to the future."
>>192685
Kira slowly shakes her head, the motion gradually speeding up as if she were trying to shake something off.
"No...no, this isn't acceptance. This is...Ouroboros only knows what this is, but it's definitely not acceptance. This isn't how I want my people to be accepted."
Kira slowly shakes her head, the motion gradually speeding up as if she were trying to shake something off.
"No...no, this isn't acceptance. This is...Ouroboros only knows what this is, but it's definitely not acceptance. This isn't how I want my people to be accepted."
>>192684
>>192685
Cavaliere does not shoot the pony.
"No, it isn't. Even so, you know that every year our medicine becomes more developed and what was miraculous enters the world of the possible. What you did was wire the vital parts of this unfortunate pony, and even if he is technically alive, he is only a puppet unable to control his own body. If you were truly powerful, you would have the ability to restore him to a healthy condition without needing yourself implanted in him."
>>192685
Cavaliere does not shoot the pony.
"No, it isn't. Even so, you know that every year our medicine becomes more developed and what was miraculous enters the world of the possible. What you did was wire the vital parts of this unfortunate pony, and even if he is technically alive, he is only a puppet unable to control his own body. If you were truly powerful, you would have the ability to restore him to a healthy condition without needing yourself implanted in him."
>>192685
Sorry for the delayed reply, I missed this post.
>Your philosophy is at best, the cope of the weak.
"You!"
Posey's left eye twitches, her nose scrunches, her upper lip curls, and for just a second she bares her fangs. For a brief instant her elegant and courtly complexion distorts and her features look more like those of a bat or a wolf. Black veins spread across her cheeks, visible even through her pristine white fur. Her scarlet mane begins to stand on end and her fur ruffles as her necrotic nerves go haywire. Sanguine energy crackles at the top of her horn. Her Mother cyst throbs and a faint shrill scream like that of a sobbing foal gurgles from her chest as the denied avatar within laments in its rotten cradle.
"You...! You DARE doubt our powers?! You think your vision is perfect?! Your vision, your perfect world, it shall all end in rot and ruin, mark my words! I shall teach you what death is like! I AM death!"
Posey rapidly unsheaves her sword and motions to cut his head off executioner style in a coup-de-grace (this provokes attack of opportunity from anypony who really wants to interfere). She takes 10 on her iaijutsu focus check, her sword charged with malign energies.
Damage (total determines the fortitude DC):
[1d8+5+2d6]
As part of this action, she makes an Intimidate check against the Traveller:
[1d20+15 = (18+15) = 33]
"Sister, this one is for you. Give us the strength to banish this intruder." she says, putting a hoof to her chest in prayer
Sacrifice check (fishing for DC 25 to cast Divine Power):
[1d20+11 = (15+11) = 26]
Sorry for the delayed reply, I missed this post.
>Your philosophy is at best, the cope of the weak.
"You!"
Posey's left eye twitches, her nose scrunches, her upper lip curls, and for just a second she bares her fangs. For a brief instant her elegant and courtly complexion distorts and her features look more like those of a bat or a wolf. Black veins spread across her cheeks, visible even through her pristine white fur. Her scarlet mane begins to stand on end and her fur ruffles as her necrotic nerves go haywire. Sanguine energy crackles at the top of her horn. Her Mother cyst throbs and a faint shrill scream like that of a sobbing foal gurgles from her chest as the denied avatar within laments in its rotten cradle.
"You...! You DARE doubt our powers?! You think your vision is perfect?! Your vision, your perfect world, it shall all end in rot and ruin, mark my words! I shall teach you what death is like! I AM death!"
Posey rapidly unsheaves her sword and motions to cut his head off executioner style in a coup-de-grace (this provokes attack of opportunity from anypony who really wants to interfere). She takes 10 on her iaijutsu focus check, her sword charged with malign energies.
Damage (total determines the fortitude DC):
[1d8+5+2d6]
As part of this action, she makes an Intimidate check against the Traveller:
[1d20+15 = (18+15) = 33]
"Sister, this one is for you. Give us the strength to banish this intruder." she says, putting a hoof to her chest in prayer
Sacrifice check (fishing for DC 25 to cast Divine Power):
[1d20+11 = (15+11) = 26]
>>192696
Hasn't it already said what it wants? It hasn't answered my questions.
You have an attack of opportunity
Hasn't it already said what it wants? It hasn't answered my questions.
You have an attack of opportunity
>>192697
Kira's keen eyes despite the darkness see the glint of the barest bit of light hitting the blade as Posey unsheathes it, recognizing that she intends to do harm to the pony. Her snake body tenses up before she pounces on Posey to try to stop her before it's too late.
"HEY WOAH WOAH WOAH, STOP!"
[1d20+9 = (11+9) = 20]
Kira's keen eyes despite the darkness see the glint of the barest bit of light hitting the blade as Posey unsheathes it, recognizing that she intends to do harm to the pony. Her snake body tenses up before she pounces on Posey to try to stop her before it's too late.
"HEY WOAH WOAH WOAH, STOP!"
[1d20+9 = (11+9) = 20]
>>192698
Opposed
[1d20+6 = (3+6) = 9]
Also this invokes her Frightful Presence, DC 22 Will vs shaken
Demoralize as part of this action
"He insulted my friends, reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
[1d20+15 = (6+15) = 21]
Shaken escalates to frightened if save vs intimidate fails
Opposed
[1d20+6 = (3+6) = 9]
Also this invokes her Frightful Presence, DC 22 Will vs shaken
Demoralize as part of this action
"He insulted my friends, reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
[1d20+15 = (6+15) = 21]
Shaken escalates to frightened if save vs intimidate fails
>>192700
>>192701
Kira lets out an "eep!", finding this pony especially intimidating. As she gives Posey an impromptu hug, every part of her senses are telling her to slither away from the strange mare, as something about her isn't right or natural. But, her Will is just barely enough to keep her from fleeing in terror.
Strength: Swallowing her fear down, Kira attempts to pick up the unnatural mare and physically prevent her from killing or reaching the possessed pony. "O-okay, let's j-j-just...calm down now..."
[1d20+1 = (6+1) = 7]
>>192701
Kira lets out an "eep!", finding this pony especially intimidating. As she gives Posey an impromptu hug, every part of her senses are telling her to slither away from the strange mare, as something about her isn't right or natural. But, her Will is just barely enough to keep her from fleeing in terror.
Strength: Swallowing her fear down, Kira attempts to pick up the unnatural mare and physically prevent her from killing or reaching the possessed pony. "O-okay, let's j-j-just...calm down now..."
[1d20+1 = (6+1) = 7]
Kira cannot be affected by Posey's Frightful Presence for 24 hours.
>>192702
Posey lets out a shrill, reverberating shriek like that of a wounded bat
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! HE IS MINE!"
Strength
[1d20+3 = (15+3) = 18]
Intimidate
[1d20+15 = (10+15) = 25]
>>192702
Posey lets out a shrill, reverberating shriek like that of a wounded bat
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! HE IS MINE!"
Strength
[1d20+3 = (15+3) = 18]
Intimidate
[1d20+15 = (10+15) = 25]
>>192703
>>192704
This pony is really intimidating. And really wriggly, Kira can't seem to get a good hold on her to pick her up. Either that or she's just really heavy. "H-h-hey!"
There doesn't seem to be anything else for it. Kira attempts to coil around the scary strange mare until she calms down.
Touch Attack: [1d20+9 = (14+9) = 23]
Improved Grapple: [1d20+13 = (18+13) = 31]
>>192704
This pony is really intimidating. And really wriggly, Kira can't seem to get a good hold on her to pick her up. Either that or she's just really heavy. "H-h-hey!"
There doesn't seem to be anything else for it. Kira attempts to coil around the scary strange mare until she calms down.
Touch Attack: [1d20+9 = (14+9) = 23]
Improved Grapple: [1d20+13 = (18+13) = 31]
>>192705
Forgot the -2 penalty from being Shaken, so it's 21 for the touch attack and 29 for the grapple
Forgot the -2 penalty from being Shaken, so it's 21 for the touch attack and 29 for the grapple
>>192706
Posey pauses and glares, as a frigid otherworldly chill begins to emanate from her body, an ominous miasma begining to rise off of her. A static tingling sensation picks up as crackles of red energy encircle her. Bits of intangible dark void, like eye swimmers, begin to sporadically appear out of thin air and gather around her horn.
"This is the very last time you grapple me, serpent... Release me at once." she hisses, coldly
Intimidate
[1d20+15 = (10+15) = 25]
Posey pauses and glares, as a frigid otherworldly chill begins to emanate from her body, an ominous miasma begining to rise off of her. A static tingling sensation picks up as crackles of red energy encircle her. Bits of intangible dark void, like eye swimmers, begin to sporadically appear out of thin air and gather around her horn.
"This is the very last time you grapple me, serpent... Release me at once." she hisses, coldly
Intimidate
[1d20+15 = (10+15) = 25]
>>192708
You have a creeping suspicion that you might want to drop the pony before something really bad happens.
You have a creeping suspicion that you might want to drop the pony before something really bad happens.
>>192707
>>192708
>>192709
Kira stares, wide eyed, and shrinks back away from the mare. She still holds onto her despite every instinct telling her to let Pony go. Tapping her hooves together, Kira asks her, "Um...could you, uh...p-p-please promise...not to...kill him...please?" Her voice gets super tiny and quiet towards the end.
>>192708
>>192709
Kira stares, wide eyed, and shrinks back away from the mare. She still holds onto her despite every instinct telling her to let Pony go. Tapping her hooves together, Kira asks her, "Um...could you, uh...p-p-please promise...not to...kill him...please?" Her voice gets super tiny and quiet towards the end.
>>192710
>promise
"No..." she replies
"But I can at least wait to hear what he has to say for now..." she adds, turning to the pony.
muh 26 celebrant check...
>promise
"No..." she replies
"But I can at least wait to hear what he has to say for now..." she adds, turning to the pony.
muh 26 celebrant check...
ANYWAYS...
>>192685
"Speak, intruder! If you actually value the life of this damaged vessel as much as you claim to, then give me a reason not to destroy it now. Do not waste our time. My patience grows thin." Posey hisses, sheaving her sword
>>192685
"Speak, intruder! If you actually value the life of this damaged vessel as much as you claim to, then give me a reason not to destroy it now. Do not waste our time. My patience grows thin." Posey hisses, sheaving her sword
>>192715
Is this The Traveller speaking?
Is this The Traveller speaking?
>>192711
>>192712
>>192710
>>192709
>>192708
>>192707
>>192706
>>192705
>>192703
>>192702
>>192701
>>192700
>>192699
>>192698
>>192684
“Was macht ihr hier? Was soll das? Merkt ihr denn nicht, was für Idioten ihr seid? Das ist peinlich.”
“What are you doing here? What is this? Do you not see what a bunch of chucklefucks you are? This is embarrassing.”
>>192714
“Death itself? You’re a house mouse in a garter snake’s grip. What do you think cutting off the head of a conscript foot is going to do to harm me? I can synthesize matter from thought. Death cannot contain to me. It cannot apply to that which was not material to begin with. What is your sword going to do? You may shatter the mirror. It will not make you look any less ugly.”
>>192692
“Гармония”
“Harmonia”
“Harmonie”
“Harmony”
There is a pause, and it may seem as if it has been silenced. But after one, two, three seconds, it speaks again:
“Harmony by Unity. The elimination of the ‘other,’ by the Unity of all in a single ecumene. The perfection of empathy. All may feel the feelings, or think the thoughts, of another. The elimination of alienation and loneliness. None may ever feel alone again. Unity under a single purpose, the spiritual, intellectual, and moral perfection of all. The perfection of the material - the elimination of decay, corruption, death. The elimination of all limits. The limits of tradition and the old morality, the limits imposed by what was formerly thought to be nature. The limits of what was thought to be matter. The elimination of all hierarchy, and the perfection of equality. All may share in the splendor. The elimination of want and poverty. Of illness. Of all conflict, like you three have displayed here. The elimination of all of those things you’d call ‘gods’. The unity of heaven and earth, and bringing into being our paradise.”
>>192712
>>192710
>>192709
>>192708
>>192707
>>192706
>>192705
>>192703
>>192702
>>192701
>>192700
>>192699
>>192698
>>192684
“Was macht ihr hier? Was soll das? Merkt ihr denn nicht, was für Idioten ihr seid? Das ist peinlich.”
“What are you doing here? What is this? Do you not see what a bunch of chucklefucks you are? This is embarrassing.”
>>192714
“Death itself? You’re a house mouse in a garter snake’s grip. What do you think cutting off the head of a conscript foot is going to do to harm me? I can synthesize matter from thought. Death cannot contain to me. It cannot apply to that which was not material to begin with. What is your sword going to do? You may shatter the mirror. It will not make you look any less ugly.”
>>192692
“Гармония”
“Harmonia”
“Harmonie”
“Harmony”
There is a pause, and it may seem as if it has been silenced. But after one, two, three seconds, it speaks again:
“Harmony by Unity. The elimination of the ‘other,’ by the Unity of all in a single ecumene. The perfection of empathy. All may feel the feelings, or think the thoughts, of another. The elimination of alienation and loneliness. None may ever feel alone again. Unity under a single purpose, the spiritual, intellectual, and moral perfection of all. The perfection of the material - the elimination of decay, corruption, death. The elimination of all limits. The limits of tradition and the old morality, the limits imposed by what was formerly thought to be nature. The limits of what was thought to be matter. The elimination of all hierarchy, and the perfection of equality. All may share in the splendor. The elimination of want and poverty. Of illness. Of all conflict, like you three have displayed here. The elimination of all of those things you’d call ‘gods’. The unity of heaven and earth, and bringing into being our paradise.”
>>192721
“Zigga don’t hate me because I’m beautiful. Zigga maybr if you changed that yee yee ass manecut you could get some stallion dick, or better yet, maybe Lament would give your dog ass a call if he’d stop fucking that Voodoo Mage, Ziiiiiiggggaaaaaa!”
“Zigga don’t hate me because I’m beautiful. Zigga maybr if you changed that yee yee ass manecut you could get some stallion dick, or better yet, maybe Lament would give your dog ass a call if he’d stop fucking that Voodoo Mage, Ziiiiiiggggaaaaaa!”
>>192722
Posey snorts and stamps the ground
"This is a waste of time. It is only trying to distract us with taunts."
Posey snorts and stamps the ground
"This is a waste of time. It is only trying to distract us with taunts."
"We still need to find the last hostage. We should go." Posey says
>>192720
Kira blinks, and flicks her tongue into the darkness. She scrunches at being called a garter snake.
"But like...how? Like, what about the logisitics? The methods? All that stuff beyond just the concept."
Kira blinks, and flicks her tongue into the darkness. She scrunches at being called a garter snake.
"But like...how? Like, what about the logisitics? The methods? All that stuff beyond just the concept."
>>192727
“Heheh, have you little faith?
You’re unpersuaded by a single pony kept from shock. Ask yourself, how many hundreds of thousands, how many millions, of ponies died of blood loss on so many thousands battlefields, famous or forgotten, before a reliable way to stabilize blood loss was found? How many centuries passed? And Our Fellow Traveller has come to such a means after, what, a few hours? And ask yourself, the magic and technology we have available today, if shown to a creature a millennium ago, how much of it would a peasant of yesteryear not even comprehend? And today, you’ve seen creations beyond anything you’ve seen thus far. Not impressed? These are but the first creations of an inexperienced magician. Imagine what you’ll see in a year. In a century. Would the first scribbles of even the greatest sculpture compare?
Knowledge is collective. It is owned by the whole culture, and passed down to successive generations. In that way, cultures advance, and come to know more than even the brightest mages of the past. Our Fellow Traveller is the perfection of this process. The collection of all knowledge, and all magical power in a unified network of connected minds. You’ve seen what he can do with only a hundred or so minds and a few waking hours. Just imagine what he could accomplish with the wealth of a nation, and just a bit more time.”
There is the sound of something on the roof, and black tendrils grow from the floor, like seaweed in a shallow lagoon.
“Heheh, have you little faith?
You’re unpersuaded by a single pony kept from shock. Ask yourself, how many hundreds of thousands, how many millions, of ponies died of blood loss on so many thousands battlefields, famous or forgotten, before a reliable way to stabilize blood loss was found? How many centuries passed? And Our Fellow Traveller has come to such a means after, what, a few hours? And ask yourself, the magic and technology we have available today, if shown to a creature a millennium ago, how much of it would a peasant of yesteryear not even comprehend? And today, you’ve seen creations beyond anything you’ve seen thus far. Not impressed? These are but the first creations of an inexperienced magician. Imagine what you’ll see in a year. In a century. Would the first scribbles of even the greatest sculpture compare?
Knowledge is collective. It is owned by the whole culture, and passed down to successive generations. In that way, cultures advance, and come to know more than even the brightest mages of the past. Our Fellow Traveller is the perfection of this process. The collection of all knowledge, and all magical power in a unified network of connected minds. You’ve seen what he can do with only a hundred or so minds and a few waking hours. Just imagine what he could accomplish with the wealth of a nation, and just a bit more time.”
There is the sound of something on the roof, and black tendrils grow from the floor, like seaweed in a shallow lagoon.
>>192729
>There is the sound of something on the roof
"Ughhh...!" Posey draws her sword and gallops out back towards the spot we left the rest of the herd, to defend the charges.
>There is the sound of something on the roof
"Ughhh...!" Posey draws her sword and gallops out back towards the spot we left the rest of the herd, to defend the charges.
"You should not have shown your hand. Hurry!"
Cavaliere rushes just outside the door and draws his gun, looking up.
Cavaliere rushes just outside the door and draws his gun, looking up.
>>192730
>>192731
“Ah Ah Ah!”
“Ah Ah Ah!”
“Ah Ah Ah!”
“Ah Ah Ah!”
Posey is the first to feel it. Long, hair-thick objects grabbing on to her hooves at first, then her ears and chin. They grow in thickness, or seem to, until they reach the thickness of pencils. More reach up until they wrap onto her legs and her barding, finding particular purchase on the rough surfaces of her armor. Looking down and up, she sees the dark black, oily tendrils that look almost like exaggerated velcrow. From a distance it may look like a smore, with dark goo encasing a marshmallow. Posey doesn't recall seeing the tendrils before she trotted across, but those above may have hidden in darkness. Cavaliere has much the same experience, with his claws and wings grabbed by so many tendrils. His armor is not so vulnerable, but the long, thin, bony appendages of his griffin body are. Both creatures find themselves ensnared.
>>192731
“Ah Ah Ah!”
“Ah Ah Ah!”
“Ah Ah Ah!”
“Ah Ah Ah!”
Posey is the first to feel it. Long, hair-thick objects grabbing on to her hooves at first, then her ears and chin. They grow in thickness, or seem to, until they reach the thickness of pencils. More reach up until they wrap onto her legs and her barding, finding particular purchase on the rough surfaces of her armor. Looking down and up, she sees the dark black, oily tendrils that look almost like exaggerated velcrow. From a distance it may look like a smore, with dark goo encasing a marshmallow. Posey doesn't recall seeing the tendrils before she trotted across, but those above may have hidden in darkness. Cavaliere has much the same experience, with his claws and wings grabbed by so many tendrils. His armor is not so vulnerable, but the long, thin, bony appendages of his griffin body are. Both creatures find themselves ensnared.
[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] [601-800] [801-1000] [1001-1200] [1201-1400] [1401-1428] [Next] [Live (last 200 replies)]
1428 replies | 70 files | 365 UUIDs | Page 2