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>>192331I rolled a 1 on Arcana for a modified 12, so I guess Posey wouldn't know in this case.
I have to sleep soon.
>>192331Barley sits down, and lets his sandyitail come out from his skirt and wrap around his body. His ears go back, and he looks down. “But if I don’t get on that ship, I’ll be left behind. I have to catch up with them. I didn’t mean to miss moving day, I was- I wanted to say good bye to the birds and the flowers and the sea and the rock over the sea past Kirchner’s hill. I didn’t really want to move, but mum said we had to, and I don’t want to. I’ve never been off this island. It is my home. But I don’t want to be left behind…”
If there’s a time slip, it’s a very selective time slip. Posey can see the green light of the flares launched by the GRU. A ghost would usually have an aura that could be felt in the air. Maybe there is one, but it’s lost in the wind and rain. An illusion or a recorded memory would fit what Possy, but it seems to respond to inputs from Posey and others, like it’s intelligent. Like a ghost.
>>192333Posey slowly reaches out to touch the colt
"The ship you speak of... Left a long time ago. This island is all but deserted, save for couple skinny sheep." she says, calmly
"There is nothing left for you here. But I will not leave you behind like the others did. Would you like to come with me?"
>>192334Silver looks a bit hesitant, to which he explains himself to his comrades. "I am worried about this being some sort of trap. There are only two ships parked here, one of which would likely torture us and make us disappear while other has Traveler on it."
Spot: Meanwhile, with an investigative flick of her tongue, Kira sees if her keen snek eyes can't tell if there's some sort of deception going on, like this being a disguise or if the colt is just ever so slightly see-through or glowing or something.
[1d20+8 = (17+8) = 25] >>192334The foal, sitting, now moves his forehooves and lays down, crossing his forelegs and angling his lips down. Perhaps deliberately, this places him just beyond the reach of Posey’s advancing hoof. Then his eyes angle up towards Posey and his ears move up.
“Can you get me to the ship?”
>>192335The colt is not translucent or transparent at all, instead being sandy maned, beige coated, wearing a white linen shirt and a dark green skirt plaid in lavender and blue. But he does not cast a shadow, nor do droplets of water accumulate on him or his clothing as it does on everything else.
>>192336Grab
[1d20+5 = (1+5) = 6]This is looking like a programmed image. Best way to tell is to touch and roll the save to disbelieve.
>>192328>>192335Posey approaches the rest of the party and whispers
"This colt barely so much as flinched when I told him that his ship left six decades ago. There is no evidence of his ship being here, or any way for him to have survived even a single night on this island. Despite my best efforts, I have been unable to touch him."
Her expression grows dark
"In my training, I read about monsters who used their psychic powers to create illusions that lured unsuspecting ponies towards their lairs, not unlike angler fish. I have a creeping suspicion that this colt is a figment programmed to lure our herd towards the water..."
>>192340Silver whispers back to Posey, "That is my thought process, too. Unless we are now dealing with time travelers, I believe this may be trick."
Kira, meanwhile tenses up from her spot in the shadows, pounces, and makes her attempt to whump the child.
[1d20+9 = (4+9) = 13] >>192341"A time traveler would have denied their predicament. Even for a confused colt in shock, his reaction was far from normal." Posey replies
"I recommend slowly backing away. If he were a real colt, he would follow us back to the herd."
>>192341Kira’s pounce is sloppy, at least by her standards. It
probably should have worked, but maybe an exceptionally agile colt could have escaped it? Either way, it appears the colt has jumped up - perhaps after rolling over on his back 360 degrees - and is standing across the lane, the one lonely lane of the village, with his back arched up, ears perked up, and eyes widened. He turns his head to Kira, to Posey, then to Silver, stares for about two and a half seconds. “I can’t stay here.” Turning on his back legs, turns around and runs away. The flares of the GRU have sunk by now, and there is no extra light beyond what moonlight seeps through the mists. For the moment, the night is oddly silent.
>>192343What direction is he running in?
Attack of opportunity to grab him as he runs away
[1d20+5 = (19+5) = 24] >>192344Aha! That had to have touched him.
Grapple
[1d20+9 = (8+9) = 17]Also preemptively rolling a Will save up disbelieve any illusion:
[1d20+7 = (12+7) = 19] (+2 if the source of the illusion is an aberration or other far realm entity)
>>192344>>192345Posey lunges forward, and grabs at the colt. His sandy mane, and his skirt. But Posey neither feels nor sees the colt. Only cool, damp air, and behind a stone wall with droplets of water collecting on its rough surface, and running down in the grooves between the stones.
>>192346My suspicions have been confirmed
What direction does the colt run in?
Posey looks towards the party
"An illusion. Almost certainly a trap... Question is by who or what? The Traveller?" Posey ponders
>>192347Kira gets up after her sloppy pounce attempt. She rubs her head to deal with a minor bump as she replies to Posey's question. "Well, the shamans talked about how when enough negative energy is present in a single location it can cause the souls of lost creatures to manifest. Maybe the presense of the Traveler is causing this colt's soul to manifest, trapped in the moments before his tragic death? Maybe he tried to catch the boat as it left the island, fell in the water, and drowned? Poor colt, if that's the case..."
>>192347Posey doesn't see the colt running at all. It is gone. Before Posey pounced on it, it was going east, through the village.
>>192349>>192348One last roll to check if that was a ghost or spectre or other undead apparition of some sort, to see if it's worth pursuing.
Religion
[1d20+11 = (17+11) = 28]I guess I may as well roll spell craft to confirm/deny the presence of illusions:
[1d20+11 = (10+11) = 21] >>192349>through the villageOh wait, that's the direction we're heading anyway, right? I thought we already searched the village.
Anyway, let's go there to find the airpony. If a monster/ghost shows up on the way, do be it.
>>192352Alright then, with the colt* nowhere in sight, we should proceed to search the village.
Posey carefully strides towards the village
"Careful, everypony. Whatever created that illusion is sure to be waiting for us." she says to the party, drawing her sword
>>192351>>192352>>192353Cavaliere is trying to search it now.
>>192354Posey joins him, in the same way she described in the posts above
Just going to take 10 on the perception rolls this time.
>>192353Kira raises her hoof. "Unless it's just a coincidence because of the presence of the Traveler."
Silver raises an eyebrow at this insistence. "You do not believe it to be trap or lure?"
Kira shakes her head. "You've seen how the Traveler's tried to get us to 'join him'. He's been pretty direct with it, telling us to close our eyes and give in. Or when you look into the eyes of the possessed ponies. Or the voices in our heads that are telling us to join him. This just feels too indirect to be something he would do, you know? Subtlety doesn't seem to be his thing."
Silver seems to ponder this with a "Hmmmmmm".
>>192356"An illusion is always a trap." Posey says decisively
"That colt was not like any ghost that I have seen before, so he must have been an illusion. Any creature capable of generating illusions of that caliber is sure to be formidable. Be on guard." she says as she searches the village
I guess I may as well roll perception
Spot
[1d20+3 = (12+3) = 15]Listen
[1d20+3 = (6+3) = 9]Search
[1d20+3 = (9+3) = 12]Kira or Cavalier should roll Survival. A DC 15 check should lead us right to the airpony.
>>192350Maybe, maybe not. Elements don't quite align perfectly. If it was undead, it has learned that Posey and Kira are trying to capture it and are not trying to help. If it was an illusion, its maker has learned that further interactions are a waste of time.
>>192360>If it was undead, it has learned that Posey and Kira are trying to capture it and are not trying to help.Were it an undead, would my 28 be high enough to tell what kind of undead it was?
>its maker has learned that further interactions are a waste of timeHmmm, that's actually unsettling. I thought it was a programmed image, but perhaps it could also be an active participant. In that case, we should be on guard, because we might already be observed...
>>192361It was modifying its responses based off of input. It very obviously had at least some minimum of intelligence behind it.
>>192359[1d20+3 = (14+3) = 17]"What ghosts have you seen?" Cavaliere asks skeptically.
"You took no time to come to a conclusion." >>192363"A few. As I said, I am an expert in the field of the undying." Posey said
"Most spectres have only limited manifestation abilities, and are thus identifiable at close distances by their translucent appearances. The ones who are capable of mimicking living ponies perfectly, however... Are invariably predatory, and likely would have attacked us already."
>>192362Maybe I should have rebuked it while I had the chance. I have 9 uses of rebuke undead and my control pool is only half full.
>>192359Survival: Kira utilizes her senses to look for any signs of unfamiliar ponies in the area.
[1d20+11 = (17+11) = 28]>>192360Technically, she wasn't trying to capture the colt. Kira just wanted to see if she'd pass through him.
>>192365Well, if a 28 on survival in a limited area to track an airpony over firm ground after less than 24 hours doesn't lead us right to him, he would need to be a ghost too.
>she wasn't trying to capture the coltPosey offered to take him with us on our ship.
>>192365>>192366Even though she's looking for missing airponies, Kira looks over in the direction of where the colt was going. "...so, where do you think he went? Probably towards the water, reenacting the events leading up to his death. Do you guys think he'll lead us to the missing airpony, or those other Kostroma survivors?"
>>192367"It is plausible." Posey replies
"I would not count on it though." she adds
>>192368Kira: "Or we could just investigate where he's gone, with the only purpose of seeing what happens with him." She taps her hooves together. "...I'd find that kinda interesting..."
We rolled perception and survival. Is there anything else we have to roll to search the village for the airpony?
20 posts till 1000, well done.
>>192372He went in the same direction we're going in anyway. We can follow him and search the village at the same time.
Do we see or hear anything in the immediate vicinity once we follow the ghost/illusion into the village?
>>192302>>192368>>192367>>192369>>192363Just forget about the damned ghost. I'll get to the search results at some point.
>>191364"Well..." She says, with a pause as she returns her hoof to the ground.
"You can start by putting back up the items left at the counter back at their places on the shelves. And give me the one and a quarter inch buttons. The beige and mud brown pattern ones, not those cheap yellow-brown ones on top."
>>192384sad griffon noises"I'm on it, Miss Sewn!" she answers promptly.
Amber tries to keep track of all of High Sewn's requests. It shouldn't be too hard for a smart cookie like her. Though, beige is so similar to yellow, and what distinguishes mud brown from regular brown?
>>192385Of the many things that Amber has been thrown into up to her neck and had to learn in a short amount of time, is the nuance of so many shades of colors. There is "barley," "sand," "beige," and so many various shades of yellow brown, besides all of the other permutations of brown.
High Sewn says to Amber "the one on the bottom" after she opens the container.
>>192386She does not think of herself as much of a visual artist, but she appreciates the intricacy of color. That these are earthy tones brings her extra delight, since she feels she can better describe the hues of her hair and skin as well as that of Mustard's.
She dutifully hoofs over as many buttons as her boss needs, and when there is a window of opportunity puts away the merchandise as neatly as she can.
>>192387High Sewn wordlessly takes the buttons and returns to her work of fixing a set of clothing in the back room.
The few minutes until lunch pass without much occurring of note.
>>192388Maybe High Sewn is done with her sewing by lunchtime, or maybe not. Either way, Amber approaches and stands off to the side, rubbing her own fetlock.
"Miss Sewn, do you know of any inexpensive places serving vittles? I'm a mite peckish," she asks.
>>192389"'Vittles'? 'Peckish'? My dear, even your dialect is..." she moves her right hoof in a circular manner. "Rustic. Well..." moving her eyes, and then her head, to the left, she says "There's a sandwich shop two blocks down and then a few over on 20th and Traveller. That should give you good value and decent food."
>>192390"Several blocks over? Even at a canter's pace, I'll be hard-pressed to go there, order, eat, and come back in time…" she replies, looking rather daunted.
"Um, how far away is that from the high school?" Amber provides the name of the school that Mustard Trim attends, but doesn't mention him.
>>192391She makes a batting motion, as if to dismiss the notion it is too far away.
"That one? Not sure why you'd want to go there, but it's several more blocks south, on Bucephalus, which is one further west of Traveller."