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>>71559
Iron is on standby, ready to throw some rocks to unsuspecting ponies.
>>71560
Got it

>>71547
>>71514
Blue Skies no longer sits silently. She stand up, walkover to Iron, and plops a revolver on top of a crate in front of Iron. She speaks with an enthusiastic malevolence.

“Alright plantation colt, I don’t think I can put this off any longer. You have dishonored and disrespected me. You have said that I have no worth or strength without a Stallion. You have made fun of the fact that I lost my homeland to social strife. You have implied that I am either entirely unfit to be a mother, or that I am infertile. Either way, you imply that I have no worth as a mare besides my role in reproduction, and you furthered implied I am not even fit for that. And you did all of this only to impress the fillie nun.

Now I know you are not well educated, so let me educate right now. I am a Nimbusian Homoioi - we Phalanxes who have driven back and defeated the armies of the Griffin Emperor for centuries, the guardian protectors of the ponies of the east. I am the descendant of a very long and very proud line of warrior mares, and an equally strong line of stallions, who are the better of any griffin knight in the line of battle. We proud mares of Nimbusia bear the strongest children, it is true, but we have more value in our sacred and ancient role as protectors of the East then a thousand worthless criminal stallions like you. I passed the above, a series of trials more daring than anything of your tribe. You, you are scarcely fit to be a helot.

I chose to risk my life early to save yours, a choice I should have known at the time was a bad one. I gave you the benefit of a doubt. And I regret that decision. But I do not intend to live with that regret. You say you are so strong? So courageous, so honorable? Then right here, right now, you and I duel to the death. Now don’t get me wrong, I am well versed in the art of subtlety. I could have just turned you over to the police, or shot you in the back. None of that will work for me. I need you to look at me, and understand that I will not accept such slander. I shall not be dishonored in such a way.

I may be the last daughter of Nimbusia. The society has allowed the helots and the unicorns into power, and ceded half its functions to foreign governments. The Pegasi of the Phalanx are no more. But if I am the last daughter of Nimbusia, I shall die proud. I shall show just just what courage and what strength a mare has.

So take that gun, and show us, do you have what it takes to be a Nimbusian Mare? Let’s duel”

>>71564
I sense a great deal of feminine pineal envy in this post.

>>71565
Say it in character, or shut the fuck up

>>71564
"Can't we handle this once we're not on the middle of a warzone?" Sister Ash says, with a rather annoyed tone

>>71568
“No.
We settle this now. Next question please.”

>>71564
Iron just looks at the mare, dumbfounded "I see that you truly are hurt by the loss of your kind like Ash here," He ruffles her mane. "If you truly wish for us to fight, we shall do it after this mission is over and both of us are rested and healed after this ordeal. There is no need for us to negate the progress made here. However, we shall fight hoof to hoof, no tools are allowed. Then you can show me the true strength of your kind, not just how you can wield a tool, because everyone can wield tools." Iron just raises one of his forelegs and points it towards Skies "I shall see your resolve fully when you show me the true strength of your body, not when you play with a tool that makes the job for you."

>>71569
>Next question
"Is dueling even legal in this country? It's frowned upon in my homeland, for various reasons."

>>71570
"It's only proper for the challenger to allow the challenged to set the terms, isn't it?" Sister Ash nods in agreement

>>71570
>>71570
“I take it you don’t know how to operate a gun. My ancestors fought with spears and I now fight with guns.”

>>71572
“Is arson legal in this country our your homeland?”

>>71573
“Just theee seconds who you told us that you frown upon dueling, but now you are an expert? Which is it mare? No, we do it the Nimbusian way.”

>>71574
[Sighing Kirin noises]

Sister casts heat metal to make all her metal equiptment (gun, ammunition horseshoes, etc) glow red hot.
Will DC 15

[1d20+1 = 9]
>>71576
Rolling

>>71578
Finding her pack and weapons to be unsuitable, she tosses them at the base of a large container of Ammonium Nitrate. She then picks up the gun that was not on her, the one she set down on the crate

>>71574
Iron shakes his head. Then unequips his spiked gauntlets and hide armor. "So much for a duel when you cannot even face me with the strength of your kind, instead you rely on guns to the job for you." Iron again shakes his head "Where is the honor of your kind? Or do you just bend your rules since you are the last one?" Iron apporaches Skies "Do you think your people would applaud you when you kill an unarmed pony that asked for a fair duel? Do you consider yourself honorable when you cannot uphold your strength and rely on weapons to have the upper hand? Do you consider yourself strong when you cannot even fight me by my rules? Truly they would not agree with you when you seek to protect the honor of your people by striking with a gun to an unarmed, unarmored pony."

>>71578
No actual lethal damage this round, but it fucking hurts like a bitch and will make her scream and drop her weapon.

>>71582
>>71583
Reread the post, she threw it at the explosive containers, then picked up the gun she had place on a crate when she was offering it to Iron

>>71582
“Well that’s why I handed you the gun. So you would not be unarmed. But it looks like the foreigner made the choice for you.”
She prances out through the front door

I live.
Who's died?

>>71586
Nobody yet.

>>71586
Blue Skies is Fighting Iron to the death

>>71586
>>71587
We've got two half-dead characters. Does that count as one whole dead character?

>>71589
It does in my book
>>71587
Darn

>>71585
Iron shakes his head yet again. "I ask you again, what does using guns do for your kind? Just point and shoot at the offending pony for a quick, easy death. That is the problem here." Iron leans in "Guns do not decide your strength or resolve. It just kills the pony in front of it. I ask again, why do you believe that guns will show your honor? It only shows that you can kill ponies because you will it, but no one respects the pony who wields it. They just fear it until the weapon is gone. Do you see why your duel is flawed?"

"Where that Dark Star with his gas can? I'm going to be late for prayers at this rate."

>>71591
>>71591
While blue skies has mostly been happy to argue with Iron about the merits of technology, it appears, unfortunately, that as soon as Ash cast that spell on Bkue Skies, she tossed her bag, grabbed the gun that she was offering Iron, and ran out

Can I see redclaw from where I am?

>>71593
Where's Onyx compared to this scene?

>>71593
Has Dark Star made it to Redclaw yet?

>>71593
Iron furrows his brow and looks at Ash. "Why did you that for? Now she will never feel peace for what I said."

>>71594
>>71594
No. Ash does not have line of sight as that would require loking out the big door, which she is presumably not doing. If she were to, she probably would have her line of sight blocked by the stack of crates on the pavement outside.

The set of metal weapons that ash super heated are by a set of crates. The crates have begun to smolder.

>>71595
I believe that onyx is in the central pathway between the dry goods warehouse and the rolling mill. Please refer to the maps.

>>71596
Chose a direction to get there based upon the maps in this thread. Dark Star is not indemnified as hostile, so he can basically just walk up without any kind of sneaking

>>71597
Iron becomes aware that the metal that Ash superheated and blue threw are now causing a crate to smolder.

>>71597
"Peace isn't something one finds from battle. It's inside of you. If she needs to murder somepony just to feel at peace with herself, she's looking in all the wrong places." Ash responds dismissively

>>71598
>crate to smolder.
"Also, we'd better get out of here."
*Runs like a bitch*

>>71598
hes here right?

>>71600
>accidental arson, again
Just another day in the life of Ash.

>>71599
When Ash cast “heat metal” on Blues weapons, she superheated two loaded semiautomatic weapons. Blue’s carbine had 13 rounds in it, and her double action revolver had 6 rounds in it. The guns now start to shoot from the heat igniting the primers. Roll for luck to see if any billets directly hit or richoshet and hit Ash”

[1d20 = 8]
>>71604
Oi, I have 15 AC...

>>71605
Is that flat-footed?

>>71606
Yeah. It's all armor + shield

>>71607
I have no Dex bonus.

>>71601
Not necessarily. Iron reported last seeing him on the pier. But that is the general area you need to go to

>>71605
She thinks she hears a bullet come way too close to her head, but she not not feel a hit. Also, you took off the leather before attacking marecuse, and in any event it is questionable if that would have survived going burin and running through the burning warehouse earlier

>>71609
Dark Star goes to the pier

>>71609
Ah. I'd forgotten..

...Flammables....

>>71610
Redclaw is now near the pile of crates in the pavement. He seems to be directing ponies placing the crates in two trucks. A pair of ponies are around what seems to be a dead body near a truck.

>>71612
"Comrade! Comrade! Mareques has been killed by the Fascist police!"

>>71609
Sorry for that, had dinner. Do I roll for luck too?

>>71613
>>71613
Redclaw turns to Dark Star. This news concerns him so much that he takes his cigar out of his beak and holds it with a claw.

“Then we shall have to fight them back ourselves.”

A number of gunshots go off in quick succession from inside the warehouse.

“They are already here!” Redclaw takes a rifle from atop a vehicle, and sticks in a feeder strip, loafing the gun

[1d20 = 3]
>>71615
I guess I don't need to?

Iron peeks out one of the warehouse doors closest to the crates, see what he can spot.

>>71602
Sister Ash left the warehouse as soon as the gun started smoking.

>>71615
Dark Star Takes out his revolver and charges towards the warehouses "Die Imperialists!"

>>71616
>>71616
He sees darksrar charging towards the warehouse with a revolver and Redclaw looking towards the warehouse with a loaded rifle.

If you wish to exit the warehouse, please specify which exit he goes out of

>>71617
Specify an exit

>>71619
Iron, unsure of what is happening but knowing he is wounded, runs towards the entrance south of the crates and himself.

>>71619
The one on the side adjacent to the mill.

This is the map of the relevant area. Black Spots are doors. Say something like “Up/East; Left/North; “Down/West; or “Right/South”

>>71622
Go south/right

>>71623
*But not before grabbing his gear

>>71620
It is So. He can see ponies near the trucks. They have line of sight on him, but money recognize him as hostile

>>71621
Onyx and shimmer should be there

>>71625
Iron, not wanting to die for nothing, bolts it back into the warehouse, picks his gear up, equips it and exits to the exit south of him to his right.

>>71626
"Take this." Ash says, offering him her shield (which is visibly charred)
"I need my hooves free for what I'm doing."

>>71625
I see the very nervous druid.
>>71627
"Umm... hello there."

>>71627
Iron picks up the shield and places himself diagonally in front of Ash to her left.

>>71629
Iron went the exact opposite direction of Ash, that is not going to work. He cannot now go through the building

An explosion rips through the building, and it USB’s most certainly on fire. The explosion only affects things inside of the building

>>71618
Smoke comes out of the building. Suddenly, there is an explosion inside of the building. Not enough to take out the building, but it sends black smoke outside

>>71630
Yeah, that's fairly edgy. Also, everyone's IPs are changing a lot today.

>>71629
Sister Ash takes the total defense standard action, putting her AC at 14 (16 if you count Iron as partial cover).

>>71631
Where am I RT?

>>71632
I've been going for walks and stuff.

Onyx pokes the sorcerer
"Any plan?"

>>71635
Ah.

>>71634
>>71633
I have Iron as exiting to the right, and Ash as exiting to the left, on opposite sides of the building

>>71631
Dark Star looks back at redclaw

>>71636
"Not really... I suppose they blew up another building so that means trouble is nearby. Keep an eye out."

[1d20-2 = -2]
>>71632
I was on the road, so was GM. I'm home now tho. But enough of that.

Brie wakes up from one of his narcoleptic fits, and finds himself on top of the Foundry. "Oh, that's right,... we were infiltrating the docks,... but now some of it is on fire. I hope I haven't been left behind." he Eeeee's to himself, scanning for immediate activity.
Spot check (I forget which stat is the modifier, but I think its Wis so that's what I'm applying).

>>71640
"Gotcha"

>>71638
I can see redclaw, right?

>>71638
So I went straight to the enemy. Great

Iron, utterly devastated that the building exploded, decides to run into the warehouse flames like a madpony, in fear that the griffon
may recognize him and to look strong to the fellow ponies that do see him go inside.

Should I roll something to guarantee my safety?

>>71641
>>71641
He can see creatures on the docks near the crates and the trucks. He sees a lone pony in the motorboat in the sea next to the rolling mill. He sees two griffins on the ship. He sees shimmer, ash, and onyx in the path between the rolling mill and the dry goods warehouse. Further away, on the road on the bottom of the map, a military truck is pulling in filled with griffins and ponies in military uniforms and guns, and ponies in black uniforms with sub machine guns. They are further away from the scene

>>71644
Are you sure about that? He cannot see the griffin from where he is. He’d take fire damage if he went inside, and would do hsve to roll for luck to see if there is another explosion. There is also a part between the two warehouses

>>71643
No, the warehouse blocks line of sight. If she stepped forward, maybe she would see him a few hundred feet to her right

>>71645
I only need 120 feet.
Sister Ash creeps closer slowly around the corner, moving defensively but slowly to avoid being shot at.

>>71645
"Griffons eh? They always have cash." he smirks, and then leaps into the air on a course to land on the top of the mast.

>>71645
Fine, Iron holds position behind the crates, not wanting to be in sight of the griffon.

>>71646
Two ponies run in her direction, though distant, aiming rifles at her
“Are you Police?”

>>71648
This is doable, if he uses the trucks or crates to block the view. He would have to move around as the griffin moves

>>71647
He flies over. It looks like a pony spots him and aims s rifle at him... or not. They stop and lose interest.

He is on the mast. It’s a steam ship though, so the mast is not attached to sails, and it is overtop of a sort of bridge/control room. The two griffins he saw are facing the other way towards the pier and the shore

>>71649
What's the layout of the ship look like? There's the one pony who's gonna die, but where is he with respect to the Griffons? Can I get some close-up map love?

>>71649
Sister Ash, covered in soot and dressed in the shredded and charred remains of what used to be a religious attire and her raging mane a total mess, whinnies in response.
"Do I look like a cop to you?"

>>71649
Iron decides to scout the trucks, see if he can roll inside it as well as be undetectable under it.

>>71652
*under the truck

>>71649
Waits for the gas can

>>71650
I am away from my laptop, so a map will not be possible tonight. The one pony is on a small motor boat that is by the shore. The two griffins are on a freighter ship. The ship has a superstructure in the center, which Brie is on. This superstructure is three floors, with a bridge on top, and a door on the first . On the forward portion of the shhip, the cargo doors are high enough above the deck that they provide cover when crouching. One griffin is near the center, the other is near the front

>>71651
“With those religious clothes, you certainly don’t look like s communist.” They come closer

>>71652
He can go under if he crouches, or into the cab. One truck has a busted window

>>71655
Shit.
Sister Ash just stands there.

>>71656
>>71655
"Have you seen a young colt run past here by any chance?"

>>71655
Iron crouches and starts to go under the truck, maybe it will conceal him a little more and can throw rocks at the ponies that close in enough.

[1d20+11 = 13]
>>71655
So he has the drop on the griffons? Stealth check, closing distance.

[1d20+2 = 16]
>>71656
>>71656
On every moves closer, the other maintains a ready stance to shoot Ash. “What are you doing here dressed like a nun? Why are your clothes burned?”

>>71659
I’m giving the griffins a small racial bonus. Rolling

>>71658
Well, if his intent is to shoot rocks, he needs to buck them. That cannot be done when crouching under a truck. He would need to be only partly covered standing behind an object to do that

>>71660
"I'm dressed as a nun because was volunteering at an orphanage. I came here looking for a lost colt. My clothes are burned because they caught fire when that warehouse exploded." She replies, panting

>>71659
Oh dear. One of the griffins sees him. At least at the moment, neither seems to be holding a rifle.
“What are you doing here bat!” One of them yells