The SSRS Kostroma lies idle in the southeastern bay of Mended Horn Island. Only the front portion, the two forward masts and the front of the superstructure that sits in the center of the freighter's hull, is illuminated by a pair of dim lights that glow orange-red, a sure sign that the boilers of the Kostroma are dying, and the lights will soon go off. The remainder of the ship's funnel, and the mast behind the superstructure are visible only in silhouette. The gibbous moon and starry night that would have provided a clear backdrop to the black hulk of the Kostroma have been smothered by the overcast skies and light rain.
A sound comes, not from the Kostroma, and indeed, not from anywhere at all. A low, vaguely tinnitus-like sound that drains out the sound of silence. It calls to you. It calls to everyone.
"Come to the Kostroma, good soldier. Join us here. Come."
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After deflecting the bullet with her bracer, Posey is taken aback at the fool who tried to set her perfect mane on fire.
"You pestilent worm!"
Demoralize (free action)
She slashes at him with whirling fury (full attack):
Sword
[1d20+6 = (10+6) = 16]
[1d8+6 = (3+6) = 9]
Boop (touch)
[1d20-1 = (9-1) = 8]
[1d8+1 = (8+1) = 9]
Slam
[1d20-1 = (16-1) = 15]
[1d6+3 = (3+3) = 6]
Bite
[1d20-1 = (9-1) = 8]
[1d4+3 = (2+3) = 5]
If she drops her enemy, she takes a 5 ft step towards the next one.
>>194821Forgot the demoralize check
[1d20+15 = (18+15) = 33]This also triggers her Frightful Presence. Enemies within 30 ft must roll DC 22 Will saves or become shaken.
>>194818>>194820Cavaliere technically already went. I don't think the tendrils are dead yet.
>>194785>>194787 >>194824There is a squealing sound, and the tendril is hit. Presumably this is the other tendril, which was not the one hit at first
Roll to confirm the crit
>>194824And for a bit of flavortext:
Almost immediately after he gets out of the way of the barrel which clamors noisily but harmlessly against the hull, he shines his light at the unearthly tentacle attempting to take hold of the lieutenant. With a smooth, swift motion, his claw flies to his side and draws a gun that shines dimly in the light. As fast as can be noticed, the hammer is cocked, the barrel is aimed to the center of the spectre, and the walls reverberate with the sound of the gunshot.
>>194825I already rolled, that's the fourth post link.
>>194826Nice
[2d6 = 4]>>194826The tendril is black. Not quite an oily black that absorbs all light, but dark enough it becomes one with the background when the light is low enough
I think Posey hit twice? Did she drop her opponent?
>>194827>>194826The tendril shrieks
>>194828She did. Not quite, though obviously she did a hell of a lot of damage.
>>194829Kira lets loose another arrow
[1d20+12 = (5+12) = 17][1d8+5 = (8+5) = 13]Silver hits the pony again with his pommel
[1d20+8 = (10+8) = 18][2d8+8 = (3+8) = 11] >>194830Silver downs the pony with the electric rod
The torch unicorn in front of Posey tries to flee
A rifle pony aims at Silver
[1d20+3 = (13+3) = 16][2d8 = 14]A second aims at Posey
[1d20+3 = (1+3) = 4][2d8 = 10]And the third pony kicks down a barrel, and then kicks off the cap
>>194831Wait, he's fleeing? He was affected by her fear effects?
Can Posey discern if he's enthralled (taking 10 of Spellcraft) before she decides if she makes an attack if opportunity?
>>194832The others seem to be. Posey didn't get a great look at him. Best guess is yes, but hard to say.
>>194834Posey isn't feeling merciful
Attack of opportunity
Sword
[1d20+7 = (20+7) = 27][1d8+6 = (4+6) = 10]Demoralize
[1d20+16 = (15+16) = 31] "DOES ANYPONY ELSE WANT SOME?!!"
>>194835~Ooh, rolling to confirm threat
[1d20+7 = (8+7) = 15]>>194835The unicorn is cut down. The small torch, still burning, falls on the ground
>>194837Umm, can I try to catch that with my horn glow before this room turns into a fireball?
>>194838You already used your attack of an opportunity.
Sand tries to wiggle his way free. His submachine gun falls to the ground
[1d20+2 = (19+2) = 21][1d20+8 = (3+8) = 11] >>194839He gets lucky, and falls down
But the tendrils come after him
[1d20+6 = (12+6) = 18][1d20+8 = (4+8) = 12][1d20+6 = (7+6) = 13][1d20+8 = (11+8) = 19] >>194841Is there still time to pick up that torch?
>>194842If that's what she wishes to do with her action
>>194843Hmmm, that would be the wise actions but preventing bloodshed is not really in-character.
Posey seems out the nearest enemy and charges with her sword
[1d20+9 = (5+9) = 14][1d8+6 = (5+6) = 11]Demoralize
[1d20+16 = (5+16) = 21] >>194844Three.
One to the left with a rifle.
One in the center with a rifle
One on the right with a barrel
>>194845The left one has been shooting at Silver, the Center one at Posey, and the Right one at Cavaliere
>>194846Posey charges the center one.
>>194844>>194847Posey draws her sword, slices... and it seems to stick into something. Presumably some kind of nylon armor.
Cavaliere's turn
>>194848Is the torch actually near anything flammable? I recall only blood was near the door.
>>194849The floor is made of wood, which the flame is somewhat near but has not caught on fire because of the angle. Besides that, clothing, and it is next to the doorway. So it's a potential future ignition source but not
imminent >>194850There is something more pressing at claw. Cavaliere briefly glares at Posey for foolhardily breaking formation, but turns back to the tendrils holding poor Stained Sand. He lets loose two shots at one of them, and if the Lieutenant is concerned about being hit, he needn't worry.
[1d20+6 = (12+6) = 18][2d6 = 7][1d20+6 = (17+6) = 23][2d6 = 4] >>194851Hit, and Hit
Eeeek!A tendril writhes and disintegrates, dropping sands on the floor a second time.
>>194851The earth pony knocks the barrel onto its side. The cap has been removed, and now a yellow liquid spills out.
He kicks it in the general direction of Cavaliere, but also Silver, the two downed ponies, and the doorway.
[1d20+2 = (5+2) = 7] >>194853When he kicks it, it jumps up in the air, hits the ground, then rolls at an uneven pace as the liquid inside - it must be two thirds full - sploshes around and affects the rotation of the barrel. Much pours out, the yellow liquid almost looking like great quantities of urine, spilling onto the wooden floor. It goes somewhat wide, coming to a stop just to the right, between Posey and the small grouping of ponies and griffin, finally rolling into a crate, hitting the side, and spilling out still more liquid.
>>194854"What are you fools even doing?" Posey asks, not expecting a reply
>>194855"They're trying to burn everything down! Grab that torch, fast!" Cavaliere shouts in response.
>>194855The pony to the right of the action shoots at the barrel that previously bounced off of cavaliere
[1d20+2 = (11+2) = 13]The pony in front of Posey retreats
>>194856"Why would they burn down their only means of transportation? Is the Intruder an idiot?"
>>194860"It must be desperate to do something so incredibly stupid."
>>194855For the first time, the lab - the ship as a whole - now smells of what Posey understands to be industrial civilization. It smells like the air around the Kaftar ghetto in Eastern Baltimare. It smells like the truck Mason used. It smells like the water in Baltimare Harbor, or the boat used by the sealing griffins, or the torpedo boat from earlier.
>>194858Posey swings, and misses. The rifle pony - a blue earth pony with a lavender mane wearing a Stalliongradian Marine uniform and a helmet, and the same one that spoke earlier when Cavaliere shined his light on it - has no interest in engaging Posey any longer. He runs straight towards the bulkhead door.
Perhaps this is a good place to pause the action
I apologize for that. Apparently the first day my body had where it could rest up properly has resulted in me falling asleep in the middle of the day.
>>194868It's your turn next, so declare your actions.
>>194841Kira lets out a high pitched scream of horror, as she whips her long snake tail around to grab him and wrestle him away from the tendrils.
Touch Attack:
[1d20+9 = (4+9) = 13]Improved Grapple:
[1d20+13 = (14+13) = 27]>>194854Silver reaches out with his magic to grab the torch, pick it up, and put it out by placing it head-down on a
non-kerosene soaked surface.
Posey is visibly annoyed as her target slips away from her, chomping after his tail in frustration.
"If you are not going to fight, get out of our way! We have a boiler to fix. I will kill you later." she hisses
>>194863Can Posey, as an expert in charms, tell for certain that these ponies, who are not speaking, are actually controlled by the Intruder? Idk why they are fleeing if their intent is to sink the ship by pouring fuel onto a wooden floor and lighting it.
Arcana (free action):
[1d20+11 = (2+11) = 13]Sense motive (DC 15 for unusual behavior?):
[1d20+4 = (9+4) = 13]>>194870Say something in commie-language so that we can know what's going on.
>>194872>>194873Silver relays at least
some of what Posey's said in 'commie-language': "Мы здесь просто для того, чтобы включить свет, оставьте нас в покое, и вам ничего не будет."