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I think extending the dialogue had been a mistake…
Lesson learned for next time, I suppose….
Lesson learned for next time, I suppose….
>>191521
I would be glad to continue dialogue, but perhaps we could also change the scene and find the airponies.
>>191520
>Big cats aren't really good riding mounts."
Posey, who can barely stay on top of Monstro's skull with her grippy , spider-like vampony hooves, looks at Kira in confusion and shaky legs
"What sort of creature would be suitable as a... Did you say it was called a 'mount'?"
I would be glad to continue dialogue, but perhaps we could also change the scene and find the airponies.
>>191520
>Big cats aren't really good riding mounts."
Posey, who can barely stay on top of Monstro's skull with her grippy , spider-like vampony hooves, looks at Kira in confusion and shaky legs
"What sort of creature would be suitable as a... Did you say it was called a 'mount'?"
>>191523
Kira: "A dragon would be a good option, or at least the mature adult dragons. You know, something big enough to ride that wouldn't immediately kill you. If you can convince a dragon to let it ride you, that is. Oooo! I've heard stories about elephants being used as war mounts, too! That sounds cool."
Kira: "A dragon would be a good option, or at least the mature adult dragons. You know, something big enough to ride that wouldn't immediately kill you. If you can convince a dragon to let it ride you, that is. Oooo! I've heard stories about elephants being used as war mounts, too! That sounds cool."
>>191524
"Elephants are hardly faster than ponies, are they? As for dragons, they are not so easily controlled... I have met more affluent warmages who stood on them in battle though. My master has a particular young fire dragon, Vesuvius. Bring carried by him was ever so frightful...."
She wobbles a bit as her clumsy vehicle rattles about in the air
"Monster husbandry was part of my training in the army, as my skillset allowed me to command monsters that more powerful mages conjured, but few warponies ever even thought to consider riding atop of monsters, much less trained for it."
Ride check (DC 5)
[1d20-2 = (20-2) = 18]
"Elephants are hardly faster than ponies, are they? As for dragons, they are not so easily controlled... I have met more affluent warmages who stood on them in battle though. My master has a particular young fire dragon, Vesuvius. Bring carried by him was ever so frightful...."
She wobbles a bit as her clumsy vehicle rattles about in the air
"Monster husbandry was part of my training in the army, as my skillset allowed me to command monsters that more powerful mages conjured, but few warponies ever even thought to consider riding atop of monsters, much less trained for it."
Ride check (DC 5)
[1d20-2 = (20-2) = 18]
>>191525
Fuck yeah!
"I, however, have a talent for it. My commanding personality forces creatures beneath me to treat me with respect." Posey continues, raising her chin
Fuck yeah!
"I, however, have a talent for it. My commanding personality forces creatures beneath me to treat me with respect." Posey continues, raising her chin
>>191509
"If you don't consider all that I have offered you, all that I have hopefully shown you to be helpful, Miss Ring... No, no I don't believe we shall be meeting together in-pony. Not every creature makes that journey to the better tomorrow. Some are willfully left behind."
Static quickly overwhelms the radio until it is turned off only a second later. The wind moves again and with it, a new spray of fine mist blankets all in sight. But the tendency of the wind is to clear out the fog, and visibility in the greying, twilight sky is increasing even as the sun goes down.
But ten or so yards from Posey, several tendrils of black smoke do not move with the wind, but hang in the air, and thicken, as if they were tears in the very fabric of space and time. What is seen next is a larger figure exiting from this smaller space that bends over itself like the distorted view of an object through curved or broken glass; as if in a reverse implosion.
From these black cracks that hang in the air, a vaguely quadrupedal figure appears some fifteen above the ground. "Quadrupedal" is incorrect; the figure is clearly hexapedal, like an insect, or a pegasus, or a griffin, or hippogriff. Indeed, that last trio of mammalian and avian creatures is the closest analogue, with it possessing the concave belly of most ungulates or carnivora, and a head that reaches out on an extended neck almost like a bird, but with a head like that of a Saddle Arabian horse, with a long, thick muzzle that rounds at the end. The end of said "muzzle" has no nostrils, but only round depressions where nostrils should be. The thing is rather large, at least as big as a large griffin, and probably more than twice the size of a pegasus. Curves along its back show allow multiple sets of shoulders to be seen under its skin, even as no ribs may be seen. From a distance it's hard to tell just what precisely covers the body. It is grey in color to be sure, but is it scales? Fur? Or is it skin? The best guess is an elephant-like skin, but imperfect dimples and rises give at least the false impression, if not reality of fur. Likewise, raised sections of what must be fur rise like short sails along the backbone of the creature, giving it the appearance of a dragon's spikes, or the sails of an antique reptile.
Yet by far the most distinct aspect of this sudden interloper is certainly its six limbs. It has no legs, no hooves, and no claws. It has instead, six wings, one pair where each set of legs should be and a third just before the front shoulders, like a six-winged seraphim angel. All of the sets of wings have what is more or less a decent enough mimicry of feathers, though no pony present could doubt that a closer look would show these simply to be very many oddly shaped flaps of skin attached to a leathery wing. These "feathered" wings more or less resemble those of a griffin of hippogriff, rather long from tip to tip but not very thick. They all move in sequence up and down as the creature tries to maintain itself in the air.
Its eyes are black, save oddly enough for the actual pupil which is a milky white. It hovers there for one, then two seconds. It moves its head like a bird scanning for prey, side to side, the tiny white pupils scanning around, until it sees Posey. It opens its mouth. It has no lips, no visible teeth, and only black can be seen inside its only-partly open mouth - though no one can say what better lighting would reveal. It makes no sound, but a spark can be seen within its open mouth.
"If you don't consider all that I have offered you, all that I have hopefully shown you to be helpful, Miss Ring... No, no I don't believe we shall be meeting together in-pony. Not every creature makes that journey to the better tomorrow. Some are willfully left behind."
Static quickly overwhelms the radio until it is turned off only a second later. The wind moves again and with it, a new spray of fine mist blankets all in sight. But the tendency of the wind is to clear out the fog, and visibility in the greying, twilight sky is increasing even as the sun goes down.
But ten or so yards from Posey, several tendrils of black smoke do not move with the wind, but hang in the air, and thicken, as if they were tears in the very fabric of space and time. What is seen next is a larger figure exiting from this smaller space that bends over itself like the distorted view of an object through curved or broken glass; as if in a reverse implosion.
From these black cracks that hang in the air, a vaguely quadrupedal figure appears some fifteen above the ground. "Quadrupedal" is incorrect; the figure is clearly hexapedal, like an insect, or a pegasus, or a griffin, or hippogriff. Indeed, that last trio of mammalian and avian creatures is the closest analogue, with it possessing the concave belly of most ungulates or carnivora, and a head that reaches out on an extended neck almost like a bird, but with a head like that of a Saddle Arabian horse, with a long, thick muzzle that rounds at the end. The end of said "muzzle" has no nostrils, but only round depressions where nostrils should be. The thing is rather large, at least as big as a large griffin, and probably more than twice the size of a pegasus. Curves along its back show allow multiple sets of shoulders to be seen under its skin, even as no ribs may be seen. From a distance it's hard to tell just what precisely covers the body. It is grey in color to be sure, but is it scales? Fur? Or is it skin? The best guess is an elephant-like skin, but imperfect dimples and rises give at least the false impression, if not reality of fur. Likewise, raised sections of what must be fur rise like short sails along the backbone of the creature, giving it the appearance of a dragon's spikes, or the sails of an antique reptile.
Yet by far the most distinct aspect of this sudden interloper is certainly its six limbs. It has no legs, no hooves, and no claws. It has instead, six wings, one pair where each set of legs should be and a third just before the front shoulders, like a six-winged seraphim angel. All of the sets of wings have what is more or less a decent enough mimicry of feathers, though no pony present could doubt that a closer look would show these simply to be very many oddly shaped flaps of skin attached to a leathery wing. These "feathered" wings more or less resemble those of a griffin of hippogriff, rather long from tip to tip but not very thick. They all move in sequence up and down as the creature tries to maintain itself in the air.
Its eyes are black, save oddly enough for the actual pupil which is a milky white. It hovers there for one, then two seconds. It moves its head like a bird scanning for prey, side to side, the tiny white pupils scanning around, until it sees Posey. It opens its mouth. It has no lips, no visible teeth, and only black can be seen inside its only-partly open mouth - though no one can say what better lighting would reveal. It makes no sound, but a spark can be seen within its open mouth.
>>191550
Silver readies his rifle, keeping a steady disposition despite the unease he feels. "О, милая Селестия..."
[1d20+4 = (1+4) = 5]
Kira pulls out her bow and draws arrows, definitelly not looking as calm as Silver with this revelation as her ears fold and her eyes widen and pupils narrow to thin slits. "Now what kind of horror is THIS!?!?!?"
[1d20+3 = (2+3) = 5]
Silver readies his rifle, keeping a steady disposition despite the unease he feels. "О, милая Селестия..."
[1d20+4 = (1+4) = 5]
Kira pulls out her bow and draws arrows, definitelly not looking as calm as Silver with this revelation as her ears fold and her eyes widen and pupils narrow to thin slits. "Now what kind of horror is THIS!?!?!?"
[1d20+3 = (2+3) = 5]
>>191550
"What did I say about it giving away our position..." Posey growls, luckily already having her sword drawn and ready for battle
Her mount rears in mid air, ready to make a charge.
"What did I say about it giving away our position..." Posey growls, luckily already having her sword drawn and ready for battle
Her mount rears in mid air, ready to make a charge.
>>191556
The thing stares down at posey with its inverted eyes
Ready:
Posey
The seraph
Cavaliere
Fluffernoodle
The thing stares down at posey with its inverted eyes
Ready:
Posey
The seraph
Cavaliere
Fluffernoodle
>>191561
15 feet above the ground, maybe 40 feet away.
It’s of the same fundamental nature as the other creations of Our Fellow Traveller, though it is new. It has no obvious weapons. The creatures it is modeled off of must be ponies, griffins, and hippogriffs.
15 feet above the ground, maybe 40 feet away.
It’s of the same fundamental nature as the other creations of Our Fellow Traveller, though it is new. It has no obvious weapons. The creatures it is modeled off of must be ponies, griffins, and hippogriffs.
>>191562
Oh, that's the same height as me then.
Taking advantage of that nat 20 ride check from a few seconds ago, Posey enters melee to attack while her mount also attacks. She recognizes this false angel as her opponent, and enters melee to strike first, while also distracting its attention from the rest of the wounded party.
Monstro Charges the beast, body checking it with all of his rattling weight
[1d20+14 = (5+14) = 19]
[2d6+15 = (7+15) = 22] + DC 14 Paralysis
Posey gloriously brandishes her sword
[1d20+9 = (13+9) = 22]
[1d8+4 = (7+4) = 11]
"~YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Oh, that's the same height as me then.
Taking advantage of that nat 20 ride check from a few seconds ago, Posey enters melee to attack while her mount also attacks. She recognizes this false angel as her opponent, and enters melee to strike first, while also distracting its attention from the rest of the wounded party.
Monstro Charges the beast, body checking it with all of his rattling weight
[1d20+14 = (5+14) = 19]
[2d6+15 = (7+15) = 22] + DC 14 Paralysis
Posey gloriously brandishes her sword
[1d20+9 = (13+9) = 22]
[1d8+4 = (7+4) = 11]
"~YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
>>191567
Alright. Monstro's improved grab does not work on it.
Do we still hit it?
Posey's turn is over
Alright. Monstro's improved grab does not work on it.
Do we still hit it?
Posey's turn is over
>>191568
Oh, did you mean the enemy and not the whale skeleton? Yes, it's on the medium/large border.
And yes, it is hit
Oh, did you mean the enemy and not the whale skeleton? Yes, it's on the medium/large border.
And yes, it is hit
>>191569
Alright, Monstro begins to coil its spine around the creature, trapping it in its ribs in a grapple
[1d20+23 = (15+23) = 38]
Constrict Damage (if the opposed grapples is successful)
[2d6+15 = (5+15) = 20]
Now my turn is actually over.
Alright, Monstro begins to coil its spine around the creature, trapping it in its ribs in a grapple
[1d20+23 = (15+23) = 38]
Constrict Damage (if the opposed grapples is successful)
[2d6+15 = (5+15) = 20]
Now my turn is actually over.
>>191563
As Posey and Monstro cut into the creature's flesh, Posey can see that there is no blood. What can be seen inside is simply darker, black or dark grey, but with no running fluids. A small amount of air escapes the creature's mouth, barely making a "hissing" sound. One of the wings is so badly hit by Posey near the shoulder that it only just barely hangs on. It is nearly completely severed off, and certainly cannot flap. The opposing wing now moves in towards the body, unable to flap for the unequal lift. But even with four wings, it hovers just fine.
>>191570
Actually, that should kill it
As Posey and Monstro cut into the creature's flesh, Posey can see that there is no blood. What can be seen inside is simply darker, black or dark grey, but with no running fluids. A small amount of air escapes the creature's mouth, barely making a "hissing" sound. One of the wings is so badly hit by Posey near the shoulder that it only just barely hangs on. It is nearly completely severed off, and certainly cannot flap. The opposing wing now moves in towards the body, unable to flap for the unequal lift. But even with four wings, it hovers just fine.
>>191570
Actually, that should kill it
>What can be seen inside is simply darker, black or dark grey, but with no running fluids.
Spooky
>>191571
Posey howls in vainglory, but her victory is unceremoniously cut short as her mount falls and slide into the ground, having stopped in mid air to grapple.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=eUHcGce1Vl0
Fall damage
[1d6 = 4]
She slowly crawls out of the heap on shaky legs, Monstro reassembling itself and once again flying in a clumsy circle.
She takes a moment to fix her mane, before speaking
"....E-E-Everypony be on guard. The Traveller knows where we are, and it it can attack us now it can do so again at any time."
Spooky
>>191571
Posey howls in vainglory, but her victory is unceremoniously cut short as her mount falls and slide into the ground, having stopped in mid air to grapple.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=eUHcGce1Vl0
Fall damage
[1d6 = 4]
She slowly crawls out of the heap on shaky legs, Monstro reassembling itself and once again flying in a clumsy circle.
She takes a moment to fix her mane, before speaking
"....E-E-Everypony be on guard. The Traveller knows where we are, and it it can attack us now it can do so again at any time."
Cavaliere turns the radio off, and just to be safe, disconnects the power supply. He had drawn his revolver, and now re-holsters it. "It looks like Dr. Water was able to convince his friend to send that at us. No doubt he wants to cling onto that sense of power."
>>191574
"Be on guard. There could be more out there." Posey says, looking out into the foggy night, her eyes tracking wisps in the fog as they disappear beyond the range of her darkvision.
"Be on guard. There could be more out there." Posey says, looking out into the foggy night, her eyes tracking wisps in the fog as they disappear beyond the range of her darkvision.
Silver and Kira both blink seemingly in unison, both still stunned as they don't know what to react to or how at the moment.
>>191582
Posey limps past Silver, doing her best to conceal the injury from her fall
"It was not as tough as I expected it to be, but the attack it was about to fire looked especially nasty. I am sure a veteran like you knows the importance of eliminating mages before they eliminate you."
She turns to inspect Monstro, checking to see if the bomb is still secured in its ribcage.
"But we cannot be too confident now. I do not think I can afford to have Monstro rush in like that again. We nearly damaged the payload just now..." she adds, grimacing at the thought of her reckless oversight
Posey limps past Silver, doing her best to conceal the injury from her fall
"It was not as tough as I expected it to be, but the attack it was about to fire looked especially nasty. I am sure a veteran like you knows the importance of eliminating mages before they eliminate you."
She turns to inspect Monstro, checking to see if the bomb is still secured in its ribcage.
"But we cannot be too confident now. I do not think I can afford to have Monstro rush in like that again. We nearly damaged the payload just now..." she adds, grimacing at the thought of her reckless oversight
>>191583
Silver eventually decides that to keep his rifle out, but he no longer looks frozen in place. "We were more on receiving end of that philosophy than on giving end. Changelings do not have mage support corps as we do, but they knew to focus them should presence of mages on battlefield be known." Looking up at where the creature spawned, Silver frowns. "No doubt Traveler will know that it was killed so swiftly. He may try to focus on you and Monstro in future, seeing you both as greatest threat within our party."
Kira: "There were way too many wings on that thing. That was a very disturbing creature the Traveler made..."
Silver eventually decides that to keep his rifle out, but he no longer looks frozen in place. "We were more on receiving end of that philosophy than on giving end. Changelings do not have mage support corps as we do, but they knew to focus them should presence of mages on battlefield be known." Looking up at where the creature spawned, Silver frowns. "No doubt Traveler will know that it was killed so swiftly. He may try to focus on you and Monstro in future, seeing you both as greatest threat within our party."
Kira: "There were way too many wings on that thing. That was a very disturbing creature the Traveler made..."
>>191590
>He may try to focus on you and Monstro in future, seeing you both as greatest threat within our party.
Posey tosses her mane gloriously
"Then let him come at me. Being the focus of enemy aggression is the duty of a mounted warmagus such as myself, and it is a duty I welcome with pride. Besides, the rest of you are wounded, and you need to save your strength to take the Kostroma."
She looks towards monstro, circling in the air as it usually does, her ears droop as she realizes something
"It may have gotten a good look at the bomb when Monstro crushed it. I doubt The Traveller comprehends its significance, but if Light Water sees through the eyes of the beasts like the Traveller does, then he likely has a clue of what we are planning, and it conjuring countermeasures. If Monstro is destroyed, we cannot transport the bomb, so I will have to use him cautiously to defend the payload. I can repair Monstro indefinitely with my powers, but if it takes too much damage at once it will still collapse."
She looks back to Silver
"I will be relying on you to defend the bomb from attackers, going forward."
>He may try to focus on you and Monstro in future, seeing you both as greatest threat within our party.
Posey tosses her mane gloriously
"Then let him come at me. Being the focus of enemy aggression is the duty of a mounted warmagus such as myself, and it is a duty I welcome with pride. Besides, the rest of you are wounded, and you need to save your strength to take the Kostroma."
She looks towards monstro, circling in the air as it usually does, her ears droop as she realizes something
"It may have gotten a good look at the bomb when Monstro crushed it. I doubt The Traveller comprehends its significance, but if Light Water sees through the eyes of the beasts like the Traveller does, then he likely has a clue of what we are planning, and it conjuring countermeasures. If Monstro is destroyed, we cannot transport the bomb, so I will have to use him cautiously to defend the payload. I can repair Monstro indefinitely with my powers, but if it takes too much damage at once it will still collapse."
She looks back to Silver
"I will be relying on you to defend the bomb from attackers, going forward."
>>191593
Silver: "I will do what I can, but if Traveler sends group of those Seraphims all at once..."
Silver: "I will do what I can, but if Traveler sends group of those Seraphims all at once..."
The mulberry pony starts to speak almost hysterically
"Почему ты провоцируешь это? Разве ты не увидел, что это оставило нас в покое так надолго?"
He falls onto his belly and places his forelegs over his head, trembling.
>>191583
>>191593
Blackheel speaks:
"If that 'Chernobog' or whatever it is wants to focus on... your... that thing, then let it. What I am more concerned about is how that... flying whale thing will attract the derstroyer's five-inch guns, or possibly anti-aircraft."
"Почему ты провоцируешь это? Разве ты не увидел, что это оставило нас в покое так надолго?"
He falls onto his belly and places his forelegs over his head, trembling.
>>191583
>>191593
Blackheel speaks:
"If that 'Chernobog' or whatever it is wants to focus on... your... that thing, then let it. What I am more concerned about is how that... flying whale thing will attract the derstroyer's five-inch guns, or possibly anti-aircraft."
>>191597
"Any attack directed at the whale bones is an attack not directed at the rest of us. The eventual purpose of every thrall is to be destroyed drawing fire from its master: even The Traveller knows this." Posey says
"Perhaps it could be a sufficient distraction." she adds
She sheaves her sword
"But for now, we must keep moving, before it sends more creatures to our position. Giddy up."
"Any attack directed at the whale bones is an attack not directed at the rest of us. The eventual purpose of every thrall is to be destroyed drawing fire from its master: even The Traveller knows this." Posey says
"Perhaps it could be a sufficient distraction." she adds
She sheaves her sword
"But for now, we must keep moving, before it sends more creatures to our position. Giddy up."
>>191597
Silver goes over to the mulberry pony and uses his hooves to remove the pony's hooves from his face. Silver then puts his own hooves on the side of the mulberry pony's head and turn it towards his. Silver speaks in a calm voice that's halfway between fatherly and like a military officer. "Посмотри на меня, солдат. С нами всё будет хорошо. Обещаю, мы вытащим вас всех отсюда целыми и невредимыми."
Silver goes over to the mulberry pony and uses his hooves to remove the pony's hooves from his face. Silver then puts his own hooves on the side of the mulberry pony's head and turn it towards his. Silver speaks in a calm voice that's halfway between fatherly and like a military officer. "Посмотри на меня, солдат. С нами всё будет хорошо. Обещаю, мы вытащим вас всех отсюда целыми и невредимыми."
>>191600
He slowly looks up towards Silver, raising his ears and moving his hooves down to the ground. His lips are pulled back, showing teeth. After a couple seconds, he nods.
He slowly looks up towards Silver, raising his ears and moving his hooves down to the ground. His lips are pulled back, showing teeth. After a couple seconds, he nods.
>>191602
Silver releases his hooves from the mulberry pony's head and pats both of his shoulders with a smile. "Молодец парень. Как тебя зовут, солдат?"
>>191601
Kira looks at Posey, looking uncertain, though the reason isn't immediately obvious to the undead mare. "Uh, sure, I can certainly try. We're a lot closer now, so it should be a lot clearer."
Survival: Kira lifts up her head, and flicks her tongue into the air to pick up the scents of nearby ponies.
[1d20+11 = (11+11) = 22]
Silver releases his hooves from the mulberry pony's head and pats both of his shoulders with a smile. "Молодец парень. Как тебя зовут, солдат?"
>>191601
Kira looks at Posey, looking uncertain, though the reason isn't immediately obvious to the undead mare. "Uh, sure, I can certainly try. We're a lot closer now, so it should be a lot clearer."
Survival: Kira lifts up her head, and flicks her tongue into the air to pick up the scents of nearby ponies.
[1d20+11 = (11+11) = 22]
Posey heals Monstro's fall damage with her Channel Touch, touches up her damaged bones, and proceeds to follow Kira.
>>191603
The pony sits upright, curling his tail around his body, and answers
"Речной туман" - River Mist
Kira smells many ponies
The pony sits upright, curling his tail around his body, and answers
"Речной туман" - River Mist
Kira smells many ponies
>>191606
"Ну, Речной Туман..." Silver gets up and offers River Mist a hoof with which to stand back up with. "Я сражался в Великой войне против метаморфов, ведя войска в бой. Я сталкивался с их меняющими облик агентами, терпел грохот их пулемётов и артиллерии, слышал грохот приближающихся танков. По сравнению со всем этим: этот остров — почти как отпуск."
Hmm...that's a bit inconvenient. Perhaps she can narrow her search: can she smell *bat pony*?
"Ну, Речной Туман..." Silver gets up and offers River Mist a hoof with which to stand back up with. "Я сражался в Великой войне против метаморфов, ведя войска в бой. Я сталкивался с их меняющими облик агентами, терпел грохот их пулемётов и артиллерии, слышал грохот приближающихся танков. По сравнению со всем этим: этот остров — почти как отпуск."
Hmm...that's a bit inconvenient. Perhaps she can narrow her search: can she smell *bat pony*?
>>191607
He takes the hoof, and stands up. He says, looking away, and his left ear going down,
"Я... Я присоединился к торговому флоту, потому что не смог поступить в университет, и это казалось единственным способом уйти с фермы. Я хочу вернуться на ферму..."
Unfortunately, yes she can. Along the left shore. There will be GRU soldiers there, and the Traveller's creations as well
He takes the hoof, and stands up. He says, looking away, and his left ear going down,
"Я... Я присоединился к торговому флоту, потому что не смог поступить в университет, и это казалось единственным способом уйти с фермы. Я хочу вернуться на ферму..."
Unfortunately, yes she can. Along the left shore. There will be GRU soldiers there, and the Traveller's creations as well
>>191608
Silver gives River Mist a comforting smile, and a pat on the shoulder. "Мы все вступаем в ряды по разным причинам. Кто-то из-за трудностей, кто-то потому, что чувствовал, что у него нет другого выбора, а кто-то просто хотел отдать долг своей стране. Но независимо от причины, мы все в конечном итоге разделяем общие обязанности, как братья и товарищи по оружию." Encouraging River Mist to look back at him, he continues. "Мы не умрём сегодня. Этот остров не станет нашей могилой. Я отказываюсь оставлять солдата. Обещаю тебе."
Kira looks over to the group, her ears folded back. "It's bad. Everyone - everything - is there. I think there's a saying that's popular over here: out of the frying pan, into the fire..."
Silver gives River Mist a comforting smile, and a pat on the shoulder. "Мы все вступаем в ряды по разным причинам. Кто-то из-за трудностей, кто-то потому, что чувствовал, что у него нет другого выбора, а кто-то просто хотел отдать долг своей стране. Но независимо от причины, мы все в конечном итоге разделяем общие обязанности, как братья и товарищи по оружию." Encouraging River Mist to look back at him, he continues. "Мы не умрём сегодня. Этот остров не станет нашей могилой. Я отказываюсь оставлять солдата. Обещаю тебе."
Kira looks over to the group, her ears folded back. "It's bad. Everyone - everything - is there. I think there's a saying that's popular over here: out of the frying pan, into the fire..."
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