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>>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.
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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…?"
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