The rear portions of the SSRS Kostroma have been cleared. The Boiler room draws near. Still that sound persists. Calling them.
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>>195275Okay, let's light it now.
>>195275>>195276Who wants to do the honors?
>>195277I thought Zara was doing it. She's the repair pony.
>>195278Whoever has a lighter. Preferably someone who smokes.
>>195279Cavaliere has a flint and steel. We could light a paper and throw it in.
>>195279Posey has a lighter to go with her fancy cigarette case.
>>195279Silver
does have a lighter, though he still finds it odd that he hasn't felt a need to smoke in a while...
>>195282Posey is the first to take the light, lighting a handkerchief soaked in kerosene and tossing it into the boiler, as a flow of the lighter heating oil is turned on.
yipyip yipyipZara Zama makes a high piched... sound and claps her hooves together, sitting on the floor and smiling as the rising orange fire illuminates her black and grey muzzle and oil-tinged tan jacket
>>195283 >>195284>>195285Silver sits down next to Zara, and gives her a sidehug. "Good work, Zara! Now, is there anything else we need to do?"
>>195286squeakySilver can feel that underneath that thick jacket there is indeed an equine there - a bit larger and more muscular than he's used to hugging, but certainly smaller than a griffin.
"Well..." She turns her eyes to Silver's head if she cannot quite turn her own. "The water will start to boil... Maybe I should have made sure the water supply is still good... Uh, well the engine will take some time to work, but the electrical system is separate. It doesn't need nearly as much steam."
>>195284>>195287Cavaliere nods with relief.
"We can check off this task then and keep this boiler room as a shelter. The rest of us need to determine how we move forward." >>195287>>195288Silver looks over at the griffon, and nods. "If we just rushed right now against Traveler, we would be in trouble. There are still many unaccounted for sailors and pirates, some of whom are very important like Kostroma's captain. Our resident lamia also seems to believe she has plan to help them." Kira nods along in agreement.
Alright, so the boiler is lit. Now we just wait for the electricity to turn on.
>>195290Actually,no, we should leave now
>>195288"Yes, we must leave immediately. The enemy will know we are marching against them as soon as the lights turn on, and they will surely begin taking countermeasures once that happens. We must hustle to close distance between them before they respond." Posey says
"Onwards!" she says, trotting out of the boiler room to leave the cargo hold
>>195289"Our priority is to locate and eliminate Light Water now, before he moves or escapes. Once the leader is eliminated, the remaining ranks will be in disarray." she says, still walking
"I will go to the main deck to contact my servant. I can use it to distract light water by slamming the control tower, and stalking the skies above it crush him if he tries to flee. Since Monstro is mindless, the Intruder will not be able to determine its exact position, which will cause it to lash out at random. The rest of us can enter the lair to face him directly, and once I am within range to reach him with my spells I will try my best to incapacitate him and conjure more mindless servants in the midst of the assault to grapple the hippogriff." she continues
She swishes her tail
"Giddy up!"
>>195291Cavaliere grabs her tail to stop her from trotting out the room just yet.
"Not before we have a semblance of a plan, and a minute or two won't kill us. As for your idea, Light Water is important, but he's not the leader. That is down here with us, and is far closer assuming the hold entrances aren't barred. By your admission, you are better acquainted with such entities than the rest of us, and splitting you off while the rest of us cope against it is foolhardy." >>195293>grabs her tail to stop herYou
dare touch Rosey Ring's silky, elegant, lustrous tail, without permission?! You are playing with fire.
Make your attack roll...
>>195296Many of the most dangerous things are the most alluring.
[1d20+4 = (9+4) = 13] >>195297Every a rose has its thorns.
Can't say I didn't warn you...
Touch AC met.
>>195293"I already told you my plan, there is no time to spa-
~NEEEEEIIIIIGH!!! NOT THE TAIL!"
Posey bucks wildly as her tail is touched from behind
Slam Attack Of Opportunity
[1d20+5 = (5+5) = 10][1d6+4 = (1+4) = 5]DC 22 will vs Frightful Presence
>>195298The pony is quick. But the griffin is quicker.
Kek, good gif.
>>195298Cavaliere is well-acquainted with ponies' natural weapons and jumps out of the way, while keeping a grip on her tail.
"Miss Ring, calm down and stay put. You're only wasting more time," he says sternly.
>>195300Are you seriously still touching it?
"HOW DARE YOU PUT YOUR SLIMY CLAWS ON THE TAIL OF A FAIR LADY?! RELEASE ME AT ONCE YOU DISGUSTING ORNITHOID!!! YOUR KIND WILL BE ERADICATED!!! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"Opposed grapple
[1d20+5 = (7+5) = 12]Slam
[1d20+1 = (4+1) = 5][1d6+4 = (4+4) = 8] >>195300>>195302The resident noodle wonders if she needs to apply forceful snake snuggles to calm everyone down...
>>195302He tries to.
Opposed grapple:
[1d20+4 = (14+4) = 18]Cavaliere again sidesteps her wildly flailing hooves. The pretty mare throwing a tantrum and ineffectually bucking into the air would be an amusing sight were it not for the circumstances. Or, for that matter, if she had not proven herself to be otherwise legitimately dangerous.
"I won't let you go until we can trust you won't run off blindly into danger!" he responds forcefully.
>>195305Not only does he keep a hold on her (presumably coiffed) tail, but she can feel an extra hard tug on it for effect. If she wasn't undead or minded pain, it would actually hurt a bit.
>>195304You didn't roll a save vs Frightful Presence...
[ANGRY SORCERESS NOISES]"GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Demoralize
[1d20+15 = (11+15) = 26]Escape roll
[1d20+5 = (5+5) = 10]Buck
[1d20-4 = (4-4) = 0][1d6+4 = (4+4) = 8]Bite
[1d20-4 = (3-4) = -1][1d4+3 = (4+3) = 7]>>195306You could never understand the lengths that Posey goes to get her tail looking this good postmortem, or how livid it makes her that you would touch it.
>>195307*cute-filled presence
>>195306I think that Poset manages to either lick or kiss Cavaliere
>>195298>>195307In this situation it's extremely difficult for Posey to seem scary at all, but I'll bite.
Will:
[1d20+7 = (19+7) = 26]Opposed roll:
[1d20+4 = (9+4) = 13]He says to the bystanders,
"Block the exit before she hurts herself!" >>195309Kira tilts her head at the griffon. "Um...do you need help with her? I'm pretty good at holding others still."
>>195307>>195308>>195309Cavaliere is
not perturbed by the angry mare, who's now trying to bend her neck around to bite, but he keeps away from her dangerous bits. Evidently this isn't his first rodeo.
"Lady, I'm doing this for your own sake! I'll let you go only if you calm down!">>195310He nods quickly at her.
>>195311Silver nods knowingly, being very experienced with griffon females, himself.
Kira goes over to transfer the struggling mare into her care.
Improved Grapple:
[1d20+13 = (17+13) = 30] >>195311Should I be making diplomacy rolls against Posey? I haven't been because I believe they don't count against PCs.
Once Kira has Posey secured, he finally lets go of her tail.
Posey in Cavaliere’s grasp, 1013. Colorized
>>195311Posey suddenly ceases struggling and her eyes grow cold. Her tail grows cold. The air around her grow cold.
"Final warni-"
But she is cut off by the giant snake who was very clearly warned never to grab her again.
>>195312"I TOLD YOU THAT WOULD BE THE LAST TIME YOU GRABBED ME KIRA!"
Attack of opportunity (touch)
[1d20+5 = (18+5) = 23][1d8+2 = (7+2) = 9]Opposed grapple
[1d20+5 = (12+5) = 17]The temperature continues to drop, and Posey's horn begins to glow. Crimson sparks begin to coalesce around her, the floor beneath her behind to shake, as her body floods with entropy before she releases it in a massive shockwave.
All creatures within reach roll will saves for half damage
[7d4 = 17] >>195315sighI don't think we want to go there. The bucking was fun but not too much damage was risked there. This will actually grief our entire party.
>>195317Cavaliere let go of it finally
>>195313 >>195317>>195315>>195318Oh fine, Posey does not in fact explode, because her boop of opportunity interrupted that last grapple as Cavalier was letting go of her tail.
She curls her tail around her flank with a huffy, puffy expression.
>>195315>>195320Kira is very grateful that Posey did not, in fact, explode, though Posey does find that the cinnamon roll is in fact too noodly for her to even get an attack of opportunity against regardless.
>>195321Improved Grab only applies after natural melee weapon attacks, not regular grapples. You are confusing the monster ability with the feat (improved grapple).
You are booped :p
I g2g back to work now. Posey busies herself with combing her tail.
>>195320Cavaliere was already grappling her so, unless if I'm mistaken, there was no attack of opportunity against Kira. But let's say Kira lets her go once she's calmed down.
Cavaliere frowns at the vulnerable mare. She may, if it is possible for her to do so, detect a look of sympathy in his eyes.
"Under normal circumstances I wouldn't touch you without permission, but these aren't normal circumstances. If you had run off you could've thrown your own life away and endangered ours as well, so I had no other choice. Now that we're here, let's agree on a plan of action before we do anything else."Good luck with work! Let's continue tonight if possible.
>>195320Posey receives judgmental stares from Zara, Starfire, Blackheel (who has his revolver out), Rustling Pine, Stained Sand who interjects “what in the fuck is going on?” and Partial View. Mala cringes.
>>195322>>195324Kira does actually have Improved Grapple, which avoids attacks of opportunity. In addition, Posey was already being grappled, so she wouldn't have gotten one on Kira anyways.
Yes I know it's a minor thing, but still...Anyways, the cinnamon roll does let go now that Posey has calmed down. She waves sheepishly to the onlookers, and Silver just shrugs. "This situation just has us all worked up and on edge."
>>195324>what in the fuck is going on?Posey points at Cavalier and sniffles between pants, her mascara running, her tail frayed, her legs shaky.
"...Th-that, that, that
griffon was touching me inappropriately!"
Bluff
[1d20+14 = (12+14) = 26]^:)
>>195323>>195326Stained Sands gasps in horror
“How dare you lay a claw on this young mare! Are you okay Miss?”
Mala also walks forward. Zara and Starfire look on concerned. Rustling Pine and Partial View do not change their expressions. Pipette has walked up as well.
Blackheel just stares at Posey.
>>195327Posey continues to sniffle
"I.. I think I can recover from it, but just look at my tail!" she says, waving her wounded locks
"Can you imagine that? A raptor just descending from the darkness and grabbing a little lady from behind like that?"
She bats her eyelashes and puffs her cheeks slightly before dramatically leaning over chest and sobbing silently
>>195328Opposed Diplomacy
[1d20+10 = (1+10) = 11]^:)
>>195329>1"Well... Perhaps I am being a bit too dramatic. He startled me."
You hear a claw tap against the floor before a big booty raptor appears before the party. What do you do?
Sorry, I just want praise for my art.
Also, I thought it was a funny joke, but we know people can't be dissuaded from committing to their bad ideas. ^^
Hehe, wait, there's a bunch of stuff happening here. Maybe a bad time. ^^
>>195331That is one fat raptor. Look at those drumsticks.
>>195331Cavaliere rolls handle animal to tame the raptor as a mount!
Also, nice art! I like the angles you use.
>>195333Indeed, ^^ Yum yum.
>>195334I would have attampted seduction instead, but that type riding works too ig ;P
Thank you. Yeah, I really tried to do foreshortening well. ^^
>>195293>>195296>>195298>>195297>>195300>>195302>>195305>>195307>>195309>>195311>>195312>>195315>>195326>>195328>>195329>>195330This was an incredibly silly and hilarious set of events
Even if it became less fun when Posey was trying to spend her limited magic to attack another party member which would not have worked because Kira has improved grapple and improved grab>>195331Oh no
swiggity swoogity What actually has to be done before we can go attack Light Water?
.
I can use Negative Energy Burst while grappled because it's (Su). It has no real use other than punishing grapplers.
>>195337We just have to decide on what we're doing first. Didn't we agree before that we were taking on the Fellow Traveler and then dealing with Light Water once he's in a weakened state? This is a better plan if we want to capture Light Water alive, as otherwise he'll be dangerous due to being a psychic conduit.
>>195338I thought the plan was always to eliminate Light Water first, to weaken the Intruder. Light Water is the one with mortal anatomy, easier to kill.
>This is a better plan if we want to capture Light Water aliveWhy? I was looking forward to killing him.
Partial View peals off to attempt to close some sort of panel. Or that's what it sounds like. Like trying to close a metal panel on metal
>>195337Maybe start by not fighting?
>>195340Okay.
I drank the dumb bitch juice this afternoon.
>>195337>I can use Negative Energy Burst while grappled because it's (Su). It has no real use other than punishing grapplers.Okay, and I can get why Posey was angry, but using that here would've been stupid for IC and OOC reasons. Thank you for backing off at that point.
>Why? I was looking forward to killing him.He'll be as valuable as the entire ship if we get him alive, since he has had a long direct link with the Fellow Traveler yet is not fully controlled. Without the entity, he'll be relatively harmless but will retain knowledge of it. Of course, one may argue we should kill him precisely
because his knowledge is too dangerous, but I don't think that would worry Posey as much as the leverage and financial return that he would get us.
>>195342He insulted Posey's craft. Posey already promised to kill him, and she keeps her promises.
>>195340Silver goes to see what he can do to help.
>>195344By this time, Zara has also come over, as has Rustling Pine. Patient Pipette is close by, though she likely never left.
It's an old panel that probably kept the old coal bunker closed. Oil seems to seep out. Rustling Pine is trying to close it, but the oil will not let him.
>>195345Silver inspects the panel, thinking on how he'd fix the problem as a smith.
Weaponsmithing:
[1d20+12 = (11+12) = 23]Armorsmithing:
[1d20+5 = (14+5) = 19]Gunsmithing:
[1d20+1 = (14+1) = 15] >>195346The problem is the pressure of oil trying to get out. Maybe force it shut?
>>195347Strength: Placing his hooves against the panel, Silver's muscles flex and bulge under his coat as he pushes against it with all of his might to try to close it.
[1d20+3 = (3+3) = 6] >>195349The oil seeps out of the panel. Like a tar. Silver notices that the pressure is strong. It is pushing out
>>195350Kira slithers over, looming over the otherwise large stallion who now seems so small in comparison. She presses her own hooves against the panel and helps with the pushing.
[1d20+3 = (1+3) = 4] >>195351>>195352It pushes. it presses. It does not yield. If anything, the panel yields. There is a yip, and it seems that more oil is coming out from elsewhere.
This is not the light, translucent diesel that flows easily. This is bunker oil, the left-over mass of heavy alkanes left behind in the refining process after the lighter gases, gasoline, kerosene, and diesel fuels have boiled off. It is so called because the only use ever found for it was in the boilers of ocean-traversing ships, where it is stored in former coal bunkers. This too, is a former coal bunker, and it was never intended to store such a liquid. It smells disgusting, is sticky, and is almost jelly like, moving slowly. But it isn't slow when it comes out of the panel.
>>195347>>195351Noticing the situation getting out of control, and not wanting the unpleasantness of being covered in heavy oil, Cavaliere rolls up his sleeves and chips in.
[1d20 = 5] >>195354More oil comes out. It is now obvious there is not only the one panel, but at least two. There is still another cap where oil flows out, and Zara attempts to close it, to no avail.
>>195355"Mala, help us out here!" the griffon commands.
"Got something you can plug that with?" he asks Zara, nodding to the cap.
>>195355Strength: Silver tries to save face in front of all of the creatures around him by trying to help Zara close the cap.
[1d20+3 = (16+3) = 19] There is a whinny, and it seems that perhaps there is another leak
>>195356Mala runs over towards Cavaliere, ready to do as commanded. There is a squicking sound. His paws run through oil.
Zara's ears are to her side, and she sits, pressing both hooves to her face. She is starting to get covered in oil.
"Uh...." Her eyes twinkle and her expression is grim.
"I uh, I uh, I'll find something. She stands up, though it isn't obvious exactly what she intends to do.
>>195357With enormous effort, Silver manages to close the cap. It helps that the cap is very small. The resistance is extreme. It would be easy to say that it is the pressure of the oil, but if anything, the pressure coming it is too great for its slow, molasses like flow that seems closer to a creeping fog. Perhaps it is the sticky, gritty oil itself that is blocking the cap.
All the same and with great effort, the cap is closed.
[i]combs tail to fix the split ends
>>195358Silver lets out a sigh of relief. "Okay, that is one of them, at least. Now we need to figure out what to do about rest..."
>>195359Cavaliere sees no valves
Blackheel shakes his head furiously, clearly disturbed
>>195360Her tail is starting to get covered in oil. It's like an especially gritty, dirty, used lubricating oil. Mixed with tar.
>>195361Oil is starting to congeal on the floor, moving around like pancake batter.
I am confused, why is there oil leaking now? I thought we fixed it.
>>195362Posey steps away from the oil and tends to her tail intensively. Her unseen servant behind mopping the oil.
>>195362Oh wait, this is the beginning of an encounter, is it? It's a black pudding, isn't it?
Just fyi, I have to sleep soon.
>>195363>>195362>>195359The scales on Kira's tail start itching, a bad feeling washing over her. "Um...oil isn't supposed to be acting like this, right?"
Silver desperately looks for other panels and caps that need closing.
>>195363The oil does not seem to want to move.
>>195364If you're talking about the ooze monster, it smells worse. If you're talking about the british food, it's about the same
>>195365Zara starts to furiously shake her head.
At least two panels and at least one cap
>>195366Silver tries the other cap, while Kira wraps her tail around a panel and tries to squeeze it shut.
Silver:
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]Kira:
[1d20+3 = (4+3) = 7] >>195366Cavaliere looks again for any pipes with valves that might go into the bin.
[1d20+4 = (6+4) = 10] >>195366Rolling Arcana to discern any supernatural qualities of this phenomenon.
[1d20+11 = (12+11) = 23]Posey is very upset to get oil on her tail and steps far away, from the oil, devoting herself to salvaging her tail.
>>195367Silver does not manage to close the cap.
Kira does not manage to close the panel
>>195368Perhaps a fuel valve leaving a bunker, but he doesn't see much
>>195370Posey is able to move away. It does not cover the whole floor, though more comes out.
On the one hoof, it looks like... well, petroleum oil. An especially heavy version. Not quite bitumen or tar, but more comparable to that than the transparent AvGas and yellow diesel fuel. It's sticky and unpleasant on the coat, but it does not burn.
But the way that it flows... It's resistant without being fast. It pools but its spread does not cover the entire floor. Indeed, it moves almost like ants, moving in a pattern. It looks supernatural to her.
>>195371>It looks supernatural to her."It is the Intruder." Posey declares, taking another step back
Is it a creature, a spell? A psionic power? Does she know how she can fix it?
>>195371Kira lets out an irritated hiss, though the motion looks more like her blowing a raspberry than a typical snake hiss. "This is
impossible! What kind of evil magics did that butt put on these? Ouroboros, halp!"
>>195371Cavaliere keeps looking about, and grabs at his flashlight to shine at the pipe. His boots make a
plop sound as he steps through the oil.
"There might be a valve here. It's hard to see." >>195372The best Posey can guess is a bitumen-kerosene mix being moved by telekenesis magic. But at the same time, Posey cannot see the tattletale glowing magical aura of magic. It moves almost like a hivemind of ants. Stop the puppet or stop the puppeteer, but besides that, Posey cannot say.
>>195373Kira proves herself to be adorable when annoyed.
Pipette and Zara are both trying to move away from the oil. Pipette in particular has no desire to touch it. Zara seems overwhelmed by the situation
>>195374Cavaliere can feel into the mess and try to move what he finds.
Zara
"W-w-what comes through the panel comes directly from the bunker"
>>195375He reaches and tries to turn the valve clockwise.
>>195376He finds a valve. It's resistant to turning, or at least, to turning significantly
>>195375A frustrated Silver just lifts his hind end up and with a powerful buck tries to hit the panel closed.
[1d20+9 = (3+9) = 12] >>195377"Found it, but it doesn't want to turn! Can we get some leverage?"He searches for a rod, wrench, or anything that can assist.
[1d20+4 = (17+4) = 21] >>195379Cavaliere finds a pipe that was discarded because of damage
>>195378Silver kicks it and it clacks, but it doesn't close
The amount of oil on the floor now amounts to multiple barrels. Certainly it is more oil than diesel that spilled in the cargo hold and on the torpedo boat combined
>>195380He picks up the pipe and jams it through the valve wheel, pushing it to turn.
>>195375Posey tries to assess the source of this puppeteering
Arcana
[1d20+11 = (6+11) = 17]In case this is an undead haunt, she takes a full-round action Religion check (DC 20) to force the Haunt to reveal itself
[1d20+13 = (9+13) = 22]"Reveal yourself!"
>>195382The broken end of the pipe goes through. He's got the leverage
>>195383Consistent more so with what she's observed of the Intruder than of any ponies she knows
The oil starts to become more concentrated. Taller, and covering a smaller area
>>195384>>195383>>195382Kira goes to help Garv with trying to turn the valve shut, while Silver pulls out his greatsword to face this new adversary.
Posey knocks an arrow and readies an action to release it as soon as any creature appears.
The bunker oil starts to rise, forming four columns, starting to rise six, ten, fifteen feet, taking up much of the free space in the boiler room. By this time, the ponies with the party are fleeing or trying to hide in corners.
The corners come together, to create a form vaguely resembling a quadruped.
>>195387Is it still pouring from the panels?
>>195387"Oh, buck this!"
Posey looses her arrow.
Making a shot against its flat-footed AC
Bone bow
[1d20+6 = (14+6) = 20][1d10+3 = (10+3) = 13]Iajutsu Focus
[1d20+8 = (16+8) = 24]Free Action Demoralize
Opposed Intimidate
[1d20+15 = (12+15) = 27]This triggers her Dreadful Wrath, requiring another Will save
>>195390Cavaliere doesn't abandon his job but helps Posey.
[1d20 = 5] Rolling Initiative
[1d20+10 = (14+10) = 24]
>>195395Guess I should do the same. GM, let us know when we should roll initiative!
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10] >>195391>>195395>>195393An arrow sticks into its side. The shaft and empennage remains visible, clearly moving upwards and twisting upright as the oil shifts into a more recognizable form.
There is now a giant quadrupedal form made of oil in the engine room that goes up to the railing of the second level catwalk. Its liquid body simply moves around any inconvenient metal. You could say it looks like a giant pony, but really, the shape of the eye-less, mouthless head could just as easily belong to a cow, or a wolf, or a majority of other mammals.
But then its head splits open, forming a black "mouth" made of oil.
It vomits out a great stream of oil directly onto Posey, and then moves its head to Cavaliere
Roll Reflex save >>195397Was it affected by my Frightful Presence or my Demoralize check? I need to know which of my spells are working.
Can I discern it's creature type?
Rolling Arcana
[1d20+12 = (4+12) = 16]Reflex
[1d20+5 = (10+5) = 15] Is it my turn again? Who goes next in initiative?
I want to get another shot in while it's still flat-footed.
Now you can roll initiative
>>195398Cavaliere dodges the vomit of oil
>>195399Posey moves, but not fast enough, as the oil covers her mane, her coat, her bone armor, and every strand of hair in her tail. But more importantly, it goes down to her hooves, which she finds do not move so easily. She finds herself effectively entangled
>>195399Closest category is Construct, although it's impossible to rule out that it has the ability to repair itself so long as the oil flows.
"Stay here, they said. It is dangerous to leave now, they said." Posey groans
"Nowhere on this ship is safe so long as that thing can constantly summon new monsters underneath our hooves."
>>195401>ConstructWell, absolutely none of my attacks work against those... I might just sit this one out.
Rolling Arcana to identify what specific kind of construct this is:
[1d20+12 = (6+12) = 18]What action do I need to take to unentangle myself?
>>195403It's a petroleum construct. More specifically, bunker oil. Probably Bunker... B? It's not as bad as Bunker C. Closest analogue is animated object, if perhaps imperfectly. Strength or Escape Artist check
>>195404>animated object Okay, still dangerous, but I was afraid it was something much nastier. How big is it?
Escape check
[1d20+4 = (17+4) = 21] >>195405After escaping, Posey uses her remaining movement to move as far away from the oil as possible.
"Why is this thing even here? It did not appear when we were fixing the boiler for the past hour. What could its motive be?"
>>195405That's pretty fair. That's too weak. Since Silver's player isn't here...
poof>>195406Blackheel: "
Did you think it liked you?"
>>195407Cavaliere tries again to shut the valve.
[1d20 = 1] >>195407Posey just grimaces, not enjoying the oil in her mane
>poofWhat kind of poof?
>>195408Posey has her Unseen Servant assist him.
Oh, are we on pause for Silver's player. Okay then.
Goodnight.
Here's a pic of a corrupted high level astral Construct made of oily black ectoplasm siphoned from the nightmares of a mad shaper, from the old web archive subpsionics article. This fight kind of reminded me of it.
>>195410Yes, I want to be told "hey here's this spoopier thing." Why do I bother? What am I doing here?
Why make a monster of oil? Why not just light all of the oil on fire? That would honestly be scarier than a monster made of oil. It would be more dangerous than a monster made of oil. Maybe it's more inventive than a monster made of oil. Maybe that's what I should be doing instead. I had this idea planned since back in November. Why am I committed to an idea I made half a year ago when there is an obvious, better opportunity here?
I need to rethink things. I should redo this encounter
>>195414Actually I'm kind of liking this idea. I think it might be better than the other two ideas I had for how to end this
>>195415This is way cooler than a petroleum monster. You've seen corrupted astral constructs and high level clerics than can summon outsiders before. That's boring. That's lame. You've also seen teleportation into dimensions that resemble the real world and so forth and whatever else I thought of before. What you haven't seen yet is being trapped on a small, very flammable boat that is both on fire and sinking simultaneously. That's exciting and new. That's something you'll remember.
>>195401Okay, sorry about that. The dangers of working a morning shift when you're usually an evening shift person is that sometimes you just fall asleep because of lack of sleep.
Silver's Initiative:
[1d20+4 = (6+4) = 10]Strength: Kira stays out of the fight in the meantime, trying her best to close the valve that's causing the flow of oil. "COME ON! MOVE!"
[1d20+3 = (9+3) = 12] >>195414>Yes, I want to be told "hey here's this spoopier thing."I was just afraid it would be one of those golems with DR 20/Adamantine immunity to spells. As I heard of a semi-solid construct my first fear was a modified clay golem, and I didn't believe our party would be able to defeat that and that we would have to abandon the boiler to flee while it destroyed it.
The Astral Construct is actual CR 1 (or more depending on the power of creator). The art piece just reminded me of this encounter.
>>195434
I run into this problem all of the time GMing. It just happens, especially with PbP games.
>Surprise
Imo, the only thing I really would have done differently is that I would have made the monster appear as soon as we entered the room, instead of as we were getting ready to leave. Posey made those bluff checks because she was trying to draw out any monsters she believed were damaging the boiler, but nothing appeared. Just my opinion though.
>>195436Bluffs don't work against mindless creatures which is what we've been fighting against. They're all just puppets. This situation is still tense and I don't see the need to change anything, Posey's attempts at analysis notwithstanding.
>>195438>Bluffs don't work against mindless creaturesBluff is not Mind-Affecting. You can trick or bait zombies, giant bugs and golems the same way you would trick or bait animals or any other creatures that do not understand speech.
>which is what we've been fighting againstMind-controlled is not mindless. The fact that enthralled sailors have been capable of using feats like Precise Shot is proof that they are not mindless.
They do seem to be immune to fear and charm effects though.
>This situation is still tense and I don't see the need to change anythingYeah, let's just fight the monster. I was only rolling to confirm that it could at least be damaged by our attacks, because constructs can be borderline invincible if you're not prepared.
>>195440>You when>You whenYou are comparing out of character commentary with in-character dialogue. That's apples to oranges.
Posey was speculating, because she was trying to discern the enemy's motivations. She's still speculating:
>>195406>"Why is this thing even here? It did not appear when we were fixing the boiler for the past hour. What could its motive be?"She's speculating because she is trying to discover a method to the madness, because she is trying to figure out how to defeat it. This is a normal way to approach a monster that she is trying to defeat. She's also talking down to it because she wants to believe that she is smarter than it because of her own pride; that may be unfounded, but it is who she is.
She's speculating. Why does that even matter?
But all that aside, do we fight a monster now, or do we change scenes? What is happening?
>>195213He leans slightly forward, raises his left eyebrow, places his right hoof on the table and his left leg up on it. His mouth forms a slight smile
"
Maybe a waitress?"
Mustard Trim eats a vegetable off of his plate, as only the vegetables remain.
>>195457Amber leans back and nervously smiles at the colt.
"I mean, I asked if they wanted me to help with serving tables too. I reckon I've been added to the roster." >>195458He moves his head in a weak, half nod
"So they have."
Mustard swallows, and also leans back. He moves a hoof over and touches Amber's back, evident about to wrap a leg around her back. Evidently he decides against it, and the hoof moves away.
Mustard Trim
"Yeah, she's learning quite a bit. She'll be ready to join me on the wait staff soon."
The filly on the other side of Mustard speaks
"Oh, back off of her Storm. We've heard enough of your work at the shop, anyways."
>>195459Mustard can feel Amber's back shudder at the touch. She glances at him briefly, then looks back at the tableside ponies as if nothing happened.
To the filly's annoyance perhaps, she asks Storm,
"You wouldn't happen to take the same shop classes Mustard attends, would you?" >>195460He makes a brief exhalation
"No" Half a statement, half a question
>>195461She shrugs noncommittally, before turning to the filly on Mustard's other side.
"What about you? Do you have a job around here?" >>195462The deep purple filly, now more visible with Mustard Trim leaning back, says
"Oh, no. I do look after my sisters, though."
>>195463Amber smiles warmly and flicks her ears with interest.
"How many sisters do you have?" she asks.
>>195464"Three" she says. "All younger."
She blinks.
"So did you move out here with your family?"
"Nuh uh," she replies with a shake of her head. "I'm on my lonesome out here 'cause my family has to look after the farm, but the harvest wasn't too good. Here I can earn a little bit of money to help them get by.
>>195466"Oh, so you really are a country girl. Sort of like Trimmy here. You say you just got here?"
>>195467She blinks her purple eyes at the unexpected nickname for Mustard.
"Uh, just last week. Yeah, I guess we have something in common," she says with an awkward smile towards her coltfriend.
"He's more of a small-town colt I'd say. I'm what some ponies would call a hillfilly, though it ain't a polite term." >>195468"Heh heh, wow. There are many new faces here. So, you are starting school this week?"
>>195469Amber isn't quite sure whether to admit her freeloading, or how she came to know the place, but feels reluctant to outright lie about attendance. She settles on an in-between answer.
"I'm getting a feel for it, y'know. It's late to apply, but I hope they let me in."Bluff:
[1d20+3 = (16+3) = 19] >>195470The filly continues looking at Amber
Storm speaks
"So you
don't go here?"
Mustard Trim speaks
"She said she just moved here. So of course she's still getting paperwork toegther"
Bluff
[1d20+1 = (7+1) = 8] >>195471She purses her lips, concerned at Mustard's less-than-stellar delivery.
"Not yet. But that ain't a problem, is it?" She looks between the purple filly and Storm, quickly thinking of a way to redirect the conversation.
"New students don't have to sit at a different table, do we? I heard nothin' about that." >>195472The purple filly:
"No?"
Storm:
"So long as they are students."
Mustard:
"Just missing a bit of paperwork is all"
Bluff
[1d20+1 = (7+1) = 8] >>195473Amber elbows Mustard in the side, hopefully sending a clear signal to him.
"I hate technicalities," she mutters.
"My ma already has to do so much, and the post is so slow nowadays...." She sighs and stares at the plate in front of her, genuine frustration evident on her snout.
>>195474"Ow!"
All the same, Mustard places a hoof on the back of her head, and pats her
Mustard speaks
"She's adjusting pretty well to the city so far, I think. You heard how she's taking more responsibilities at work. She even has her own apartment."
Filly:
"I want my own apartment..."
Storm:
"How do you know that?"
Filly, staring at Storm:
"Probably because he listens"
>>195476Mustard,
"Oh no, it's-" He stops
The unicorn now speaks
"Other creatures?"
Storm:
"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to go to the school that's closest to you."
>>195477"Oh, is that how it works? Nobody ever told me," she replies with innocent blinks. She turns to the unicorn and replies more thoughtfully.
"I haven't been here long, and much of Baltimare is so very strange, but I can't believe how many creatures who aren't ponies live in the east part of town. I'm not sure where they're from, and certainly many have to be very nice, but a bunch are so rude. This school feels almost like a reprieve from being over that way. It's more...comfortable." >>195478The unicorn replies
"They are new commers to this land just like you. More so, actually. They may not know the language and customs."
The filly asks
"How long have you known Trimmy?"
Storm
"I'm pretty sure this is the filly he was talking about last week. You know, if you were listening."
Mustard
"No, I'm pretty sure this is her- her school"
Bluff
[1d20+1 = (6+1) = 7] >>195479Another elbow hits Mustard's side.
She elects to ignore talk about herself as much as possible.
"I'd hardly say I'm a newcomer to the land. To the city, yes, but my family has lived in the general area between here and New Horseleans for generations. I'm sure many of my neighbors aren't even from Equus at all. Do you go to the East Side often?" She directs this last question to the unicorn, and it seems to come from a place of curiosity.
>>195480yelpThe unicorn:
"Well no. But again, they don't have it easy. They are here for the same reason as you. So just... have a little perspective."
Filly:
"Still better than bats. Those things creep me out. With their snake eyes, and the squeaking."
>>195481"I very much doubt my Wingbardian landlord sailed over because of a famine," she replies skeptically.
To the filly, she nods with sympathy.
>>195482"Did you even ask him? Or talk to him about his homeland? He can't have loved to leave it."
Mustard nods in sympathy as well
"He could go back though."
The Unicorn replies
"Could he?"
>>195485Amber rolls her eyes. Then, a sly smile spreads across her face.
"We could swap domiciles for a week. You would get the chance to ask him and my neighbors all the questions you want. After all, you don't go there very often, so it would be a nice chance to learn 'bout things. I don't know where you live either, and it'd be new for me too." >>195486"Really? I'd love to live alone, if you want to bunk with my brother."
Storm
"I'd do that."
Mustard:
"I'd do that"
Filly:
"I'd like it, but I'd miss my little sisters."
>>195487The yellow filly's grin grows wider.
"Do you want to shake on it? We can switch places in a day or two," she replies, her hoof outstretched. Her smile suddenly disappears as she recalls something.
"But I never got your name." >>195488The Unicorn looks down at the hoof with growing apprehension, his eyes darting between the hoof and Amber's eyes
Unicorn
"Uh, well no, I don't really know you... Is there some kind of catch?"
Storm:
"Is she a changeling?
Mustard:
"No."
Storm
"How do you know?"
Mustard
"I checked"
Storm
"How do you check that?"
Mustard
"Well, she didn't zap me"
Storm
"
Would she have zapped you if she were?"
Mustard
"I'd have zapped me"
>>195489Amber facehooves.
"I'm not a changeling. Why would a changeling ever go to a high school, anyway? That makes no sense. And my apartment isn't really that unsafe...at least I don't think so. I've been suspicious of changelings too...." She giggles, a blush suddenly tinging her cheeks before she composes herself again.
"....But it really is better to think things through, instead of being too paranoid all the time." >>195490Everypony stares at Amber
Mustard:
'Well for our happiness and our love and stuff"
Filly:
"Well Princess Twilight said there was that one time that a demon attacked a high school, so uh, I think makes sense that a changeling would infliltrate."
Storm:
"Well obviously because you, I mean they, wouldn't want to catch us off guard so we can't really fight back"
Unicorn:
"You're really jumping to conclusions"
Filly:
"How long have you known her?"
Mustard:
"Last Tuesday."
Filly
"So one week?"
Mustard
"Yeah."
Filly:
"And you're sure she's not a changeling?"
Mustard:
"...."
Unicorn
"You... you weren't trying to get into my home, right?"
Mustard:
"Colts, she's not a changeling, okay? Let's move on."
>>195491Amber is visibly a little annoyed now. She responds to the unicorn,
"I don't know who you are, where you live, or anything about you. Nor do you know anythin' about me except what I told you. Yet, you were so quick to talk about what I should think about my neighbors, even though you don't venture out to where I live. If you don't want to step outside your comfort zone, just admit it, but quit talking about how I should 'talk to them about their homelands' when you're too afraid to ask them yourself. Or, stick to your principles and be as adventurous as I was movin' all the way out here." >>195492Amber feels a hoof patting her head
Unicorn
"Well, I'm skeptical that you know much more about your neighbors than you do about me."
Storm
"Vittle, if this is because of that zebra mare you were crushing on at that-"
Unicorn
"That is
not what happened"
Filly:
"You sure were bragging about how far you got"
Unicorn:
"No."
Mustard giggles
>>195493pat patAmber smirks.
"Well, I have zebra neighbors...if I remember right. Griffons too, and plenty of other species. It might sound like a dream. Well, more like campin', but in a city, and with lots of other creatures around...." She narrows her eyes as she thinks.
"Scratch that, not like campin' at all, but it's still an adventure. Pokes head out
Who is here if we continue the main quest?
>>195495Can we continue Vir's story?
it seems that people are not as available as I had thought...
Maybe tomorrow?
>>195498Soon. I think
Roll Call check for continuing the main quest tonight
>>195502Here!
>>195498You gotta keep bugging him and talk about what you want to do.
Okay, so we have Black Gryphon, Fluffernoodle, and even a Vir (yesterday, anyways)
Do we have a Posey?
There's a dummmm sound, a low volume, high pitched hum. A repeated zap sound, and one light, then another comes online, illuminating the whole, grey mass of the boiler and engine room in first a red, then orange, and then finally almost yellow glow. A sucking sound from an opening in the boiler from which redlight shines. And then most loudly of all, a tug, then a tug, and then a repeated chugging sound from the second floor, beyond the railing, from a machine that Zara Zama earlier so lovingly identified as the auxiliary engine responsible for electricity generation. The room is loud once more, even as the actual engine - a set of pistons standing taller than one story, sit idle in the middle of the room. The great machine has once again come alive, a machine of steel, steam, electricity, and petroleum.
And yet, it isn't the only thing that has come alive. It must be fiften feet tall, that.... creature? Thing? That something, made of petroleum oil there between the boiler and the engine. Looking at it, the power of suggestion readily compares it to a pony, with a barrel, four legs, a big head, neck and ears. But it may just as surely be a fox, a cow, or any other creature of similar shape. In many ways it is like what the party has seen before in the constructs created by Our Fellow Traveler, which so often took either equine or avian shape, and which had black, oil-like skin that did not reflect light in the night. But this skin is not oily by metaphor alone. The surface is uneven, almost like an especially nasty icing placed on a cake. It is occasionally dirty. And in every instance it looks sticky, like you would not want to touch it.
As I understand, Kira is trying to stop the flow of still more oil from the bunker, and Posey is facing it, having just freed herself from being stuck to the floor.
>>195508>>195509Cavaliere has just jammed a rod in a valve and is trying to move it. Should he make another strength check?
>>195508So, did the previous scene still happen? Are we still in initiative?
>>195513The previous scene happened, but we may as well reroll initiative because of the time passage and the main combat not really having started
I'm hoping we actually have floof>>195417>>195512Cavaliere, with the help of Kira, is able to force one of the valves closed.
Petroleum Monster
[1d20 = 10]
>>195517If initiative is being rerolled, does that mean the monster is flat-footed again?