This RPG is set in the land of Equestria after it has been conquered and split between the Changelings and a foriegn fascist nation. It is based in large part on the Equestria at War mod for Hearts of Iron 4, and uses D&D 3.5 mechanics
4 of the group have taken a job to clear a site of a future real estate development of undead. They seem to have stumbled upon a centuries old evil long forgotten by Equestria. Meanwhile, Ash has discovered foals from the order of Saint Prancis orphanage practicing dark magic and sacrifices in the woods, while Iron is having not-so-pleasant dreams
The skeleton does not animate. It's dead Onyx
Onyx snorts and walks towards the others.
"Well, this does not look like ash, at least..." Silver shows the vase and the substance it contains to the others. "What do you all think?"
Onyx licks the salt looking substance to confirm
It's the most disgusting taste he has ever tasted in his entire life
Silver gives Onyx a horrified look. "Do not just lick it!"
It's a grainy substance that is white. It does not taste like Sodium Chloride, if that is your question
Silver takes an empty coin pouch from his saddlebag, and fills it with the substance.>>76865
"There are better ways to tell what something is other than licking it!"
Onyx instantly turns un-crystal>>76870
Onyx stumbles off and pukes his guys out>>76873>>76872
When he disturbs the substance, there arises a magical blue aura around it, that starts to coalesce, but does not before it is placed in the coin pouch
*Guts cause I can't type today
"Yep, that's salt"
"...Did...any of you see that just now?"
Absolutely fucking disgusting. Dark Star can be absolutely certain that if he tasted dried Zebra semen, he would enjoy the taste better than what he just put in his mouth
Silver just stares at Dark Star, having witnessed a new level of stupidity he did not know existed. He feels as if he has become dumber simply by having been party to it.
There is a well in the center of the room, and a small shelf with a single small book on it in the room as well
Dark Star pukes in the corner.
"thats definitely not salt."
He diverts his attention from the comedy of errors he has just seen, and goes to the lone book, wondering if, by some miracle, it might have some piece of information to help dispel the mystery of this room.
Opening the content of the book, Silver can see number of chemical equations, a language he does not understand that is probably something like Ponish in short-hand, drawn out plants, and.... Hello. At the beginning of the book is a written note
"Dear Cinnamon Corn,
I have discovered a way of preserving corpses that merits no little attention. By taking a corpse, rubbing it in an herbal and arsenic based solution, and then burning it with the proper spells, any corpse - even one that has been severely degraded, may be turned into a mixture of bone-fragments and arsenic-phosphate salts that may be stored in a simple container. Here is the real magic of this solution - the salt allows the spirit of the deceased to be summoned readily as an apparition, even without Resurrection magic, and then reduced back to a salt just as easily. In this way, you may summon the spirits of the dead even from ancient and decayed corpses
Yours, Joseph Curwhinny
August 6, 762"
He looks up from the book and towards his companions. "Congratulations! You both just licked bone fragments, arsenic, and dead ponies' souls."
Silver pockets the book. While he can't make heads or tails of the equations and the alchemy described in the book, he figures he can take it to somepony who can. With the mystery of the vases and what they contain dispelled, he turns to the final mystery in the room: the well.
"i think i should go see the nuns after we leave."
"Hmm? What would nuns be able to help you with?"
"Well, you did just lick remains of somepony."
He can look down the well and see... well, it;s pretty dark. But he can tell that it is a pit that is probably as wide as the room he is in now, with the floor of this room being probably a ceiling for the pit. There are black and brown spots on the floor of the pit. And now here's another feature that should get his attention: A piece of lumber that probably once blocked the door has fallen down it, allowing a sort of connection between the side of the well and the floor of the pit, like it could be climbed up>>76896"You can feel wrong with me if you like"
Silver has this... elated feeling. This feeling of relief. A feeling of a sort of invulnerability. At least two ponies now can never
again criticize his choice of diet
He taps his chin with a hoof, thinking about it. He checks to see how deep the pit is, if there are any good hoofholds on the lumber, and if there is any place good enough to secure some rope.
The lumber seems steady enough. The drop is less than 12 feet. As for rope, well, he could probably tie off on what remains of a door frame
>>76898>>76906It would actually be kinda funny yet demented if he ended up with the spirit of the pony he licked inside him.>>76905
He grabs the length of hempen rope from his saddlebags, and starts tying knots in it to give him some extra hoof holds to help him climb down. "I am going down there."
>>76909reee don't give me such ideas>>76909
The door frame does not come loose with the first few tugs
: With a deep breath, he starts his climb down, keeping his horn lit to help him see what's down in the pit.
>>76905>Less than twelve feet
Onyx jumps, the taste in his mouth making him no longer care about temporary things like life or death.
Silver proceeds down normally. But when he looks around the pit, he finds it to be... Empty. Disappointingly empty. The floors have a black and brown substance covering much of them, and a few halves of rib cages that Silver can identify as belonging to cattle. The walls are a simple brick like the remainder of the room, and have hundreds of knife-like scratches on them
I... Don't think he would take fall damage. The piece of lumber would probably support a climb out. Probably. He sees >>76915
"This room is about as pleasant as that taste"
[1d20-1 = -12]>>76915Search
: The fur on the back of Silver's neck stands on end: something is off about this room.
It actually smells better than the room above them. Then again, that smell didn't really seem as strong in the room above>>76918
Unfortunately, Silver can gather no more information than the following:
The room is just a pit, which ordinarily would not allow anything or anyone in or out except through the well-like opening at the top
There are cattle ribs strewn about on the floor, as well as a couple pebbles, and a black and brown substance
The walls have cuts all over them
The lumber that sits on the floor of the pit and rests on the wall of the opening would allow a pony to climb up and out of the pit, and into the main level
"We should go. I do not like thought of being down here any more than I have to."
"I'm just here for the ride"
[1d20+2 = 9]>>76921Climb
: He nods, and begins to climb his way back out of the pit using the knotted rope he secured.
The hell is that smell? There it is again
describe the room we are in.
"Yes, yes, I know, but this is not easy task. We need to search for anything of use to help us.">>76924
Silver wrinkles his nose at the smell once he's back out. "Ugh...I am tired of this stench..." He begins following the scent trail to find out what exactly is causing it.
Sister Ash maintains a serious but soft voice as she lays out the offenses.
"... Now, you're only foals, so you didn't know better, but if you want to get out of this one you'll have to be very compliant in telling us exactly who set you up on this."
She gestures to the filly who was commanding the hound
"Who taught you those words?"
On two walls are a number of shelves with various jars on them. Most of them look like the "salt" jar, some do not, and appear to contain other chemicals. In the center is the "well" which is the entrance to the pit. On a sort of shelf by the door was the booklet that Silver pocketed, as well as a couple flasks. One wall has chains on it and various restraints, which do not appear to have been used recently>>76927
It seems to be coming from the hallway
DArk Star follow with his guns out
"I hope whatever is making it is dead."
They are entirely silent, and unwilling to snitch. Except for the Rust colored earth pony. He points a hoof straight at the cream colored Pegasus fillie
He continues to follow it to find its source, readying his hammer just in case.>>76930
"In all likelihood? That is probably why it smells."
Sister Ash turns towards the fillie her voice calm, but dreadfully stern
".. Just what were you thinking you would accomplish when you brought your friends out into the forest to conjure evil spirits?"
ill comeback and check those flasks out when we find out what stinks
"well i guess i mean undead then."
[1d20+5 = 12]>>76933
Sister Ash takes a strip of cloth and ties it around her wound.
"So, that place where you bought your revolvers, do you think they will clean weapons?"
On the floor ahead of them, illuminated by the flashlight, they see a pony.
Well, "pony" is perhaps a bit generous. The creature clearly was a pony at some point. The lips of the pony are entirely gone from the head. It now has exposed fore-teeth, the natural gap between teeth and the rear molars, giving it a perpetual wicked smile. One eye is entirely missing from its socket, leaving a black hole in the skull. The tongue too, seems missing. A cracked and cataract filled right eye remains and stares at the group, but... with the eye lids entirely missing. One ear has fluff on it, the other is bare flesh. The skull has at points only exposed bone, but most is covered in this dark leathery flesh-like substance that won't quite rot. Ontop of the head is a helmet. The strap goes down underneath the head, and keeps it firmly strapped on.
My Celestia does he smell ghastly
... worse than he looks. It's not just the decay of a corpse, it's almost supernatural
The pony wears a uniform. It is a uniform that can be instantly recognized by most as belonging to an Equestrian non-commissioned officer. This uniform covers most of the front of the horse, although it can be seen that further down the rear of the horse the belly seems to be missing some flesh and is likely castrated. He has a belt with a holstered pistol nearer his flank. One forehoof still has a horse shoe, the other hoof is split and sinew is showing. The uniform has a couple tears in it, and some blood, but this pony is missing any sign of a bullet or shrapnel wound, unlike the last two, who were clearly wounded. This pony is wearing a flak jacket, and aside from one long gash it is undamaged. Indeed, you can see from a Los Pegasus campaign medal and a Manehattan campaign medal that this particular pony was quite an experienced soldier of the Empire of Harmony, having fought both the Changelings and New Mareland, and making it all the way to Harmony's last stand. For all of that, the Fascists never slew him
In fact, he seems kind of animated now, clearly capable of movement, probably quick movement. He seems to have seen the group. He lets forth an unnatural "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOORG" that does not seem to belong to this realm
Roll for initiative
"possibly. im not very sure. that was the first time ive been there."
Well, he ain't going forward quickly
Are Onyx and Spark present for their initiative rolls?
"Protection from bad ponies"
Rosemary is still speechless
I'm here, but I am just a little confused as to the location of this new encounter. I said I would follow you guys, so if the GM will allow me to be there, I will roll.
"Protection you say? So you summoned a hellhounf from the depths of Tartarus?" She says, stepping forward
"After you summoned, just what were you intending to do with it?" She implores, leaning in
The colt does not want to answer
"A hellhound is an evil creature: invoking it is by definition an act of evil. It's not the sort of monster that can be used for good intentions, but only for ruthless violence." She continues accusingly
"So what was it that you all had planned? To have it bite someone? Burn them? Set fire fire to a building?" She demands
At the colt? He lowers his ears, and squeaks out "It wasn't my idea..."
No, at the filly, the one she was speaking to earlier that directed the hellhound to bite her>*Is still bleeding*
There. That outta be closed up by tomorrow morning.
"Well?" She demands, speaking to the filly who was seemingly running the stunt
She stares at Ash. Silently. Defiantly
"I don't have all night, young Missy." Sister Ash hisses, once again levitating the foal by the scruff
"What were you even thinking?!"
"I should ask you the same, calling down bolts of lightning from the sky. Sending a large dog after children"
Spark did respond to the roll call, so he should still be here.
Good, better than the lich.
Alright, so current initiative order is:
"Don't change the subject, young lady. I'll have you know that when I perform my practices, I actually know what I'm doing." She is now holding back her fury, her eyes visibly glowing
Caleb as well bales in disapproval before laying down on the floor.
"And I know better than to go around cohorting with evil spirits. Any sort of evil spirits that accept a measly wounded rabbit as a 'sacrifice' are bound to have ulterior motives in the matter: you should all hope that you're not already cursed!" She exclaims, pointing at each of them
"Now spit it out. What were you planning to do with that monster?"
It got a pretty large description for a single zombie tho.
If it were a lich, you'd all be dead and reanimated by now.
Rosemary: "Consorting with evil spirits? What is this?"
Fillie: "Speaking of being the consort of evil, who is that gangster you brought along?">>76971
I guess that's true. Still, he seems to be the main baddie in this situation.
[1d20+5 = 17]>>76968
Dark Star shoots at sarge with ride the lightning
The Sargent's skin is pretty tough, it seems to bounce off
Sister Ash rear and stamps her forehooves into the floor
"Answer the question, young Missy!">>76974
Might be an advanced Ghast or a Wight, or some other kind of higher CR undead creature.
If you don't want to use s move action, just charge.
For the first time since they have been here Dark Star looks worried maybe even afraid.
AC is higher than 17! Use touch attacks if possible to bypass it!
It's a special property of an attack which bypasses armor class. Mostly magic shooty stuff, I think
For you, grapples and trips.
"You want to know? Really? Well I will tell you"
She looks at Rosemary. Not Ash. Rosemary. She narrows her eyes
us to those monsters. Do you even know what happened to half of us? Do you know what happened to me? Did you know that the little unicorn was almost starved to death?How could you
She looks back to Ash, and speaks now to her. "My father trusted in the power of Good and Harmony. He told me we would triumph because we were good. When he was killed, they sent me here to these nuns, and they told us that they were good. And the nuns told us that Celestia would win because she was good. And they all told all of us, Lily Breeze, Orchid Blossum..." She is crying now "That the Changelings and the Fascists were evil. Well guess who is still alive! Guess who is still free! If being good means selling children to monsters and being a slave... or dead... Then I chose EVIL!">>76979
No. It can be hit only by means of a move action. Distance 20 ft>>76981I think you are underselling your attack bonus. Although even if it is higher, I think you still would not have landed a hit
I should slap this little shit, but I won't.
Sister Ash just stands there fuming (literally) for several moments, not even sure where to start as she dangles the silly filly in the air with her magick
".. How foolishly shortsighted...!" she gasps
She turns to Sister Rosemary with an awkward glance, still unsure how to respond
Just charge in and have it to pieces. It's not invincible.
Sister Rosemary looks back at Ash. Her expression is of awkward horror. She looks at Ash as if the Fillie's speech shut her the hell up
Thanks for the help, Sis...
Sister Ash takes a deep breath, as the smoke coming from beneath her shawl ceases abruptly.
".. You've been dreadfully misguided.." she begins.
Sister Rosemary adds, finally finding an argument
"you can thank Ash here for your freedom, and that you are still alive. And she is Good"
She picks up the filly and levitates her so close that they can feel each other's breath.
"For starters, nopony sold you." She state boldly
[1d20+9 = 21]>>76989>INB4: Silver dies here.>>76990Oh boy, I sure am ready to die.
"RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHH!" An intense rage fills Silver's entire being at the sight of the defiled pony. He charges straight for it, aiming a blow from his hammer right at the creature's head to try to put it out of its misery.
I seriously hope this guy has low HP at least.
No way amonster that got a whole paragraph to describe it is going to go down in one hit.
The fillie spreads her wings, presumably to try to steer herself in the air. She retains her trademark look
. So that's where it was coming from
Roll a Fortitude save
That doesn't sound too bad for HP, just two hammer and revolver hits should do it. If it's AC though, you're fucked hard.
If it's any compensation, defeating a CR 3 monster by yourself is worth a lot of XP.>Tfw just killed a hellhound
Speaking of, will the GM tells us we won XP when certain actions are done?
"No, they didn't." Sister Ash replies sternly
"You were kidnapped, by gangsters. Everyponyhere has been worried sick for you." She continues
[1d8+3 = 7]>>77003
"Is that what they told you?"
She looks angry>>77005
He withstands the stench, and the hammer cracks a dent in the Helmet of the Army of Harmony
A shrieking "RYAAH!" comes from the creature's throat, as the hammer has harmed it
Ok, seems it has fullplate as armor, so 18 is the sweetspot where you can hit the beast.>>77009
GM decides that.
"It is, and I believe them." Sister Ash replies sternly
"Everyone in this Abby has been disturbed by the events of these past few weeks, and by the looks of it, you have as well." She says, looking the filly >>77010I know...
Wait, there's 4 of you? Then why are you so worried you're going to die?
First shot is a miss, that's all. Also Onyx's player isn't here. Only Dark, Spark, and Silver are fighting.
She looks disturbed alright
"I will not be a slave, food, or a sacrifice"
[1d20 = 4]>>77007
I fire a shot at this monster... hopefully.
We'll get them next time.
"Don't you even get me started on sacrificesyoung lady!" Sister Ash growls, lifting the bloody, cloth-wrapped knife>R.I.P. Mr. Bun Bun
"Who was it that taught you that little pathetic excuse for a conjuration back there? Did you think you'd feel safer with a few diabolical canines running around wreaking havock?"
So I am wondering if we should wait until we have Onyx for the next attack, or if the Sargent should make his move
"THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT!" Sister Ash shouts, losing her composure for a moment
"There was no way you had goodintentions summoning fiends in the middle of the night. What was it you were trying to do?"
This little shit is begging for a spanking, dodging questions like this.
If you're bringing out the strongest attack of the Sarge, then yes. If not, just go for it.
It can't be that bad. Maybe it'll take like 25 HP off from a hit. Completely passable stuff.
>>77024You are interrogating her next to somepony she knows has authority over her. So of course she doesn't want to speak without her lawyer present>>77024
"To prove we could">>77026
FALSE. A Ghast's two secondary attacks are not as strong as its primary
Sister Ash is now fuming again.
"Who taught you that trick?"
[Angry dragonhorse noises]
[1d20 = 14][1d20+3 = 20][1d20+5 = 6]>>77031
She doesn't want to speak>>77030
Fuck it. Let's do this.
The Sargent lets forth an unnatural shriek as it bites out at Silver, and tries to smash him with his hooves
"You're in big trouble young lady. Do yourself a favor and tell us who it was that put you up to this foolishness."
How much dex does Silver have?>>77036
"No pony put me up to this. I did this all on my own"
Stop being a crybably, it's not like you got slashed after the perfect opportunity to grapple the opponent into unconsciousness for 3/4 of your health.
Well, you only did 1 fortitude save, not 2. Also I failed a damn easy grapple check.
"You taught yourself an extraplanar language and made up a conjuration spell that involved 3 people on the fly? I find that hard to believe." She replies quizically, being no stranger to the school of summoning
"What kind of debauchery have you been involved in? And what have you been reading?"
[1d4+1 = 5]>>77038>Unconsciousness
Iron was already paralyzed, and he didn't get away >>77039
The forward teeth of the sargent seem to get stuck in a part of Silver's armor. His good hoof bounces off of Silver's breastplate. But the broken, sinewy hoof breaches and contacts Silver's hide
Roll a fortitude save>>77042
"There are books...">>77041>Avoiding getting infected.
I guess that wouldn't be automatic. Roll a second fortitude save
Wait, really? I was going to kill him if I grappled him underwater? Damn, chalk it up to rookieness.>Iron was already paralyzedI-it was just a dream... i-it wasn't real
[1d20+7 = 17][1d20+7 = 27]>>77044
[Very Much Dead Fighter Noises]
Oh, you were talking about when he wanted to 1v1 the special forces guy but do it unfairly>>77046
Well fuck. He ain't getting paralyzed today, nor turned into a ghast tomorrow
See? You had nothing to worry about, my guy.Why those dice did not appear for me?
I just wanted to knock him out and take them to an arena of sorts, I wanted to isolate him first then ask for a duel.
Sister Ash grits her teeth and continues
"What books? When did you get them?" She implores
She turns to Sister Rosemary
"Make sure to search all of their rooms. There's nothing more unruly than a rambunctious child playing with a black magick tomb."
Kids should'nt be playing with tombs. It's just asking for trouble.
They'll have plenty of time to do that shit after college.
Didn't you have like 50 HP? Surely your HP hasn't dropped lower than 40 or 35, right?
Or the dreaded Necmarenomicon of the mad Arabian Abdul Alhazelred>>77051
Sister Rosemary: "That we shall. What is this about a 'fiend'?"
Passable, keep it up, proud of you.
i suspected as much with the words she was saying earlier.
"A hellhound. It appeared in the forest after these little fools began their little game."
She points at her wound
"The pestilent beast bit me. It's gone now: I got rid of it."
Nah my guy, it only has AC of 18. Don't worry, Star can hurt it, only the hit should be 18 or higher, not 17
?" She seems to be in disbelief>>77063
Spark could, if he'd use his laser spell. Or Dark Star, if he'd duel wield and double tap
"Yes. A hellhound." She confirms
Or Silver, if he'd use the 2d6 great sword which I think he has weapon specialization for
"That's what I'd like to know..!" Sister Ash growls
"I'll wake some of the other sisters... Watch the children"
Sister Ash promptly locks the door, lest the fowls get any more stupid ideas.
[1d20+7 = 15]>>77073
Dark Star Shoots at him with ride the lightning
I see what you mean, Silver player
"Absolutely silly..." Sister Ash grumbles before mutters more unintelligible Ignan proverbs
>>77076"You'll get 'em next time
It fails to penetrate...>>77075
They get the message. Except maybe for one fillie
Sister Ash trots in three circles lays down by the door, looking not unlike a small dragon as smoke fumes from nostrils.
She levitates the disobedient filly in the air above her, keeping a sharp eye on the rest.
Caleb repeats the motion, just as exhausted as his master.
I wasn't wanting to use my ray attack...
[1d20+3 = 7]>>77082
Roll opposed grapple>>77083
You don't have to, I just think you have like 4 of them a day at most
[1d20 = 7]>>77084
only 2 a day
I guess I will try one more shot before using the ray. I fire my gun
[1d20+8 = 18]>>77081
In a mixture of pain, anger, and a bit of fear, Silver slips into his native Cyrillic tongue to curse at the Sargent. He unsheathes his greatsword and swings it at the monster trying to bite him. "DIE! RRRRAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!"
Jesus, come on guys. Don't make Silver do all the work here.>>77086
Barely made it.>>77087
Stop stealing rolls, Ash. The stallion gang really needs them right now.>>77081
Iron is sweating profusely.
That was an opposed grapple btw.
Sister Ash easily restrains the rebellious filly, dangling her helplessly in the air until the other sisters arrive.
The Flak Jacket that never before stopped a Fascist shell fragment has now stopped Silver’s sword>>77085
The shot hits, but fails to penetrate a damned near iron hide >>77087
Fillies, especially virgin fillies, can be used as spell components for certain magic
No! I'm not about to chase this brat to the forest again.>>77094
I'm prohibited from using those kinds of components because of my Good alignment, but I can name 3 different ways to do so.
Evil casters can do all sorts of haxx shit with the bodies and souls of Humanoid children in the BoVD.
Just for the record, this thing's AC isn't 18...it's fucking 24. We can't beat him.
That doesn't make sense, your hit shouldn't have happened it that's the case. Trust me it's 18 AC
If you flank, you get +2 to hit. Also, the enemy is denied his Dex AC.
But he wasn't flanking. He charged straight for the zombie boy. When did he flank?
I know he wasn't. I'm suggesting it.
It's easy to flank, so long as you have one ally.
Oh don't puss out on the first Ghast. It's an AC of 17 plus 4. Or 21
Jeez, with your enthusiasm, you should roll a fear save. Trust me, it's going to be okay. No way the GM will let you die, especially since you were nice to him. I think
>>77107>No way the GM will let you die
This is not a good attitude to have.
Well, I'm pretty sure the GM won't let Silver die. Even Iron didn't die even after the bantz and subsequent actions after that.
I tickle the filly with my magick, just to mess with her.
She is taken... very off guard with this, and comes very close to a laugh>>77109https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDdvReNKKuk
*She tickles the filly more, partly out of boredom, partly out of revenge for the dog bite*
The fillie comes to understand this sadistic form of torture
Sister Ash continues to mercilessly lay down her disciplinary action.
"Naughty, naughty, naughty filly..!"
So, at what point do we host the inaugural "Silver Sword is Dead" festival?
After he dies quietly in his sleep in 100 more years
At least you'll be able to introduce your new character, Ms. Skittlebug
Not today! We aren't leaving you for dead.>>77118
This to be honest.
*Tickle torture intensifies*
"You've been a very bad filly... Just what do you have to say for yourself?"
Chill out, my guy. It's fine and dandy. Breathe in and out.>>77119
Well, there's also thatSo you can show your love RP skills
"hehehe the stallions at the warehouse could do worse hehe"
That's bullshit, but I believe it.
*Relentless tickling continues until the Sisters arrive*
>>77124>Grenecliff doesn't exist
Of course it exists, they are just still parasitic, which I'm pretty sure they are in the mod Otherwise there wouldn't be a need for the sharing or for importing Nyumba slaves>>77125
Roll luck to one-shot the zombie dude.
*Vengeful, irrationally cruel tickling ensues*
Uh... I feel like Iron needs a second raping for this...
>>77132>Queen Gytha must show everyone that she and her people are not parasites, but a reliable and staunch friend
Pretty sure that a need to take the love of others still counts as a need even if you convince them to do it intelligently and voluntarily
Can't they just work like the worms in Futurama, where they live inside a host but instead of harming the individual, they boost his body? They are living inside a host, which they take advantage of it, therefore it's a parasitic relationship, but also symbiotic.
"Commensualistic" or "Symbiotic" or however you want to characterize it, it reflects a natural deficit of the necessary harmony and the need for the love and friendship of others
I guess he did let you have pussy through Blue Skies. Understandable. But GM is love, GM is life. GM is the god of this world.
I think I might go to bed, if we're not going to open up the next scene.
Silver will be A-OK, don't worry. If Iron can't die, then you can't either.
Now why would they do that?>>77148
What do you mean? Not every changeling needs
to be a Chrysalis follower for the followers of Chrysalis to be dangerous, just as a work featuring the Soviet Union as an antagonist doesn't need every Russian national to be antagonistic. Thorax is present in the timeline regardless
Because changelings are evil creatures and stuff. I don't know. Only thing I do know is that you're going to try it. I guarantee it.
Dark Star better work for it>>77150>Iron can't die>>77152>Iron is loved by Changelings>>77146
Yeah, I guess I will delay the next scene until I am certain about the details
>>77153>Iron can't die
Well, if he hasn't died yet, then Silver can't possibly die. It just works.
No idea what the second one means. It would be funny if this statement turned out to be true ingame. Heck, he doesn't really have any negative emotions towards them, since he never really saw a changeling before and could probably get behind serving a female worker and start a new hive.
Better ensure your ass is back to HQ if shit goes down and treat her to those movies. Pretty sure Skies would wallow even more in her misery if her coltfriend died on her.
Y'all know it's okay to run away if you think you're going to die, right?
You should be close to leveling up,try not to die.
That reminds me. If the gameplay turns into somewhat of a turn-based strategy game where you lead some ponies against the enemy like XCOM and the like, do you get XP for leading those ponies?
Srsly, don't go planningnew characters before you're even dead.
I only just started Sister Ash, but I've thought of all kinds of things I want to do with her.>>77161
You can get XP for anything the GM considers to be noteworthy or productive in the story.
How much XP you get out of combat really just depends on how quickly the GM wants the PCs to level up.
I'm pretty sure everyone passed out already, so I'll take off into bed. Night everyone.
Goodnight folks, and tune in next time to see in what horrible fashion Silver will die!
>>77164>not retreating and letting your friends tank the damage
Remember kids, it's not about running the fastest, it's about running faster than the guy next to you.
Wake up, REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Iron is very troubled, but still sleeps for some reason.
Just giving everyone their morning wake-up reee.
Keep those spirits up, you can make it!
You know who's going to end up a spirit today? Silver.
I believe in you, man! Silver will make it!
I mean, thanks, but I've already come to accept that there's somewhat close to a 75% chance that Silver will die one way or the other. That's just how it goes.
I still believe! I believe!
That's alright. I've yet to see media written after 1800 where the quest for immortality was depicted positively anyways
I was told I need to get on and kill stuff deader
Sorry technical difficultys.
What must Onyx kill?
The only enemy in front of us.
I'll repost the descriptive paragraph in full:>On the floor ahead of them, illuminated by the flashlight, they see a pony.>Well, "pony" is perhaps a bit generous. The creature clearly was a pony at some point. The lips of the pony are entirely gone from the head. It now has exposed fore-teeth, the natural gap between the teeth and the rear molars giving it a perpetual wicked smile. One eye is entirely missing from its socket, leaving a black hole in the skull. The tongue too, seems missing. A cracked and cataract filled right eye remains and stares at the group, but… with the eye lids entirely missing. One ear has fluff on it, the other is bare flesh. The skull has at points only exposed bone, but most is covered in this dark leathery flesh-like substance that won't quite rot. On top of the head is a helmet. The strap goes down underneath the head, and keeps it firmly strapped on.>My Celestia does he smell ghastly… worse than he looks. It's not just the decay of a corpse, it's almost supernatural>The pony wears a uniform. It is a uniform that can be instantly recognized by most as belonging to an Equestrian non-commissioned officer. This uniform covers most of the front of the horse, although it can be seen that further down the rear of the horse the belly seems to be missing some flesh and is likely castrated. He has a belt with a holstered pistol nearer his flank. One forehoof still has a horse shoe, the other hoof is split and sinew is showing. The uniform has a couple tears in it, and some blood, but this pony is missing any sign of a bullet or shrapnel wound, unlike the last two, who were clearly wounded. This pony is wearing a flak jacket, and aside from one long gash it is undamaged. Indeed, you can see from a Los Pegasus campaign medal and a Manehattan campaign medal that this particular pony was quite an experienced soldier of the Empire of Harmony, having fought both the Changelings and New Mareland, and making it all the way to Harmony's last stand. For all of that, the Fascists never slew him>In fact, he seems kind of animated now, clearly capable of movement, probably quick movement. He seems to have seen the group. He lets forth an unnatural "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOORG" that does not seem to belong to this realm
AC 21 thanks to a flak jacket. Has a sickening smell around it
Stop being a bitch, i wont let silver die.
She wasn't sleeping. She's just sleepy.
I can play, for now.
[1d20+8 = 22]>>77189>AC-21
I'M GONNA REGRET THIS
Halberd attack, with
slight power attack. A -2 penalty to add +4 to damage.
But first, before you approach, roll a fortitude save
Last I remember, Sister Ash was watching the foals while she was waiting for the Sisters.
[1d20+5 = 16]>>77197
It's what I get for being cocky>>77198
Oh fucking hell, of course the accident is better
[1d4+4 = 5][1d2 = 2]>>77195
A few lights turn on, and Sister Marery herself approaches Ash
"What is the matter here?">>77196
Onyx finds himself physically sickened
by the stench of the Sargent. It throws off his attack with the Halberd, causing him to fail to penetrate tough flesh and the flak jacket where otherwise he may have succeeded
Onyx is Sickened for 1d4+4 minutes, and will take -2 on pretty much all dice rolls
Also rolling for the Sargent's target
Can I roll to aim Onyx's vomit at the enemy?
[2d20 = 20][1d20+5 = 10]>>77201
The Horse gives off an unholy shriek, and raises its hooves and teeth at Onyx, biting and kicking>>77203
[1d20-2 = -13]>>77204
Muh AC is 13 btw.
Rolling to puke on the Sargent while he attacks Onyx
Sister Ash takes several minutes explaining the events of the night.
One hoof - just one - penetrates through Onyx's armor
Roll a fortitude save for paralysis>>77205
Hit. It fails to notice the difference, but now vomit covers part of the front portion of the uniform>>77206
Her expression turns to utter horror
Why did none of you pick up any holy weapons? It should've helped a lot.
"It's certainly foolish indeed.." Sister Ash says solemnly
"These silly foals didn't know what they were doing."
You have to be good-aligned to weild holy weapons.
Idk what everyone else's alignment is though.
Holy weapons dont help against undead.
Aren't undead evil creatures?
Undead are always evil. Holy weapons do extra damage.
[1d20+5 = 22]>>77207
Just in, local man is sick of fort saves
Except for the occasional ghost.
Onyx is strong horse. He is not paralyzed
Dark Star's turn
Try to flank the Sargent to deal with 18 AC instead of 21
[1d20+5 = 6]>>77216
i shoot at the sargent with the seeker of truth
Only priests would sell divine items anyway.
The gun flies out of Dark Star's hoof, and the bullet can be heard ricocheting across various walls>>77214>>77182
Roll for luck
[1d20 = 19]>>77224
I swear to fuck if I get shot
Better than tripping yourself with the NPC you've just apologized for dissing her tribe.
Are you talking about Cauldron?
I'll be busy for a couple of minutes. Have to set up something. I believe in you, Stallion gang, you can do it!
Silver's turn and Silver needs to roll luck>>77226
Don't undersell Iron's spaghetti. He also called her infertile
What does Sister Marey say in response?
"It would be so much worse if they did," the sister says darkly
"Indeed..." Sister Ash replies, with a slight cringe
"It seems like this one got her hands on a black magick tomb of sorts. I'd like to search her room, if that would be alright."
you can start making a new character.
Sister Ash looks at the filly that was just minutes ago tickled to the brink of exhaustion.
"Are you ready to cooperate?"
I want it to be known that Silver's final thoughts were of his late wife, Storm Warming, his three children, Silver Rain, Spectral Streak, and White Light, and his late parents, Hammer Anvil and Pleasant Meadow.
[2d6 = 2]>>77234
Silver feels a sharp pain in his rump as Dark Star's bullet has sough truth and found it in Silver>>77240
Dark Star is now a literal pain in the ass to Silver as well as Blue Skies>>77244
She looks exhausted alright, but does not respond
Silver's turn in the order of initiative
[1d20+7 = 15]>>77247Yup.>>77249Trip
: He yells out in pain. Now enraged, Silver attempts to trip up the Sargent.
"Hmmmph. You're up far past your bedtime, young Missy."
Just a question: do all the children sleep in the same room in the dorm, or are there several rooms?
I want to search their rooms in the dorm to confiscate any black magick tombs/tools, but I'd rather avoid disturbing the other children.>>77252
Tripping is a good idea. Lower touch AC, and he should take a penalty on his opposed roll from the nonprofficency in his armor.
[1d20+5 = 25]>>77252>>77252
Alright, the touch attack lands. Because a greatsword - unlike a halberd, for instance, is not one of the weapons with which a trip attack may be made, Silver must necessarily make the attack with a hoof, and this provokes an attack of opportunity from The Sargent
He bites at Silver>>77253
There are a few rooms, segregated by age and sex where possible
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ATLAS WHY???
Hope Silver has enough AC to avoid Crit confirmation.
Sister Ash turns to Sister Marey
"I'd like to search their rooms. If you would show them to me, that would be much appreciated."
She hasn't let go of the filly
"You're coming with me."
[1d20+5 = 16]>>77255
Make two separate Fortitude savesAlthough maybe he should be immune to ghoul fever because he rolled a 20 on a previous fort save? Then again, that was an attack with a hoof, and not a bite so I shouldn't have made him roll the second fort save to begin with>>77258
"We've already started"
She takes her to a section that has several dormitories. Foals have been awoken and pulled outside, and lights are turned on
Sister Ash hands the filly to another Sister, and Casts Detect Magick, searching the entire dorm for traces of spellcasting tools or tombs.
Detect Magick has a 60 foot emanation. She walks up and down the dorm until she finds something.
She's looking for any kind of aura, including faint or lingering ones.
[1d20+3 = 10]>>77263
Neither paralyzed nor infected, Silver may proceed with the Trip. The bite cracks through Silver's foreleg
Roll opposed strength for the trip
[1d8+3 = 6]>>77264
A few auras, largely emanating from magical ponies>>77267
Silver is able to pull the Sargent down to the ground
Rolling damage on Silver
[1d20+3 = 7]>>77266
That's it. Scorching ray. We finish this and take everyone out of this pit to heal at some hospital.
Anything else? A something that might indicate a recently read tomb?
Sister Ash continues her search.
[1d20+8 = 19]
Onyx decides he's had enough of this shit, and brings down the
ax Halberd. >>77270
Ash has yet to go inside a room. The only distinct magical auras are faint and come from three unicorns, two who seem to levitate or do things and the needy colt>>77271
Maybe when the enemy attempts to get up his next turn, which will be after onyx>>77272
[1d20+5 = 9]>>77274
Sister Ash disregards the minor Transmutation auras from the Unicorns and proceeds into her room, her dog sniffing about the place like a bomb-sniffer. Detect Magick still active.
Guess I'll roll perception.
[1d20+9 = 23]>>77274
Wait, the needy colt? Why is he magick?
Rolling Spellcraft to discern his school of his aura.
[1d10+8 = 16]>>77273
Onxy discovers that he is damned lucky that this opponent is on the ground>>77269
The scorching ray fails to make contact, as a prone opponent is harder to hit from a distance>>77276
I'll just assume for the sake of argument that Ash bothered to ask a sister which of the dorms was the filly's rather than simply walking into a random dorm room out of ignorance
She sees multiple beds and a couple chests and dressers. Perhaps 8 beds in this room, 4 on each side. Each separate
[1d6 = 4]>>77277
It's a light amount of magic that belongs to the colt itself rather than any sort of arcane or divine magic>>77278
Rolling more damage
The DC for that is 15 plus spell level. If not a spell, it's 15 plus half the caster level
But what school of magick?>Transmutation, Illusion, enchantment, etc.
The colt raises his hooves up to Ash
The Sargent tries to stand up
Onyx and Silver have attacks of opportunity
No school? Hmmmm
Sister Ash narrows her eyes as she makes direct eye contact with the colt for a moment.
Then she turns to one of the Sisters
"Watch this one for now. He has something to hide."
Then she turns and enters the filly's room to continue her search.
[1d20+8 = 13][1d20+8 = 10]>>77283Combat Reflexes
: Silver has officially had enough. With a primal war cry, he brings his greatsword down on the Sargent, multiple times.First two hits included, second two in the next post.
The colt looks basically like this, but with a horn instead of wings and thin green irises. He raises his hooves for a hug>>77285>>77286
Yeah, I don’t think that’s how that works
Why'd I say INT? DEX is what I meant
Sister Ash has already gone into the room, although she glances at the colt suspiciously one more time before she passes the threshold.
Does she sense any auras in the filly's room?
Those are supposed to be separate attacks of opportunity, provoked by separate events.
Combat reflexes lets you make more than one if they provoke more than one, but not like 4 for the same provocation>>77288
Onyx fails to pierce>>77293
If there are any books in that room with questionable content, the content in and of itself is not magical, because she can't sense shit
[1d20+1 = 20]>>77296
Well, I guess I'll just have to keep rolling search until I eventually find it..
It helps if you get dogpiled by multiple enemiy trying to grapple you.
Inside a drawer under clothing, there is a booklet...Incantations to Mar
[1d20+6 = 11]>>77302
Rolling knowledge (religion), to see if I recognize it.
She doesn't know much, except that the name of the god on the cover is a part of the griffon pantheon - a god of death, blood, and evil. The book itself is in a foreign language
Sister Ash leaves the room with the book and shows it to Sister Marey, then to the filly.
"Who gave this to you?"
Silver's greatsword pierces through the hardened flesh of the Sargent's neck, goes up through it, and cuts in two the strap of the helmet
The helmet falls off the head of the creature, and the creature falls down to the ground. After a year of war and six months of trotting around a dark cavern, The Sargent knows peace at last>>77308
Well that's disappointing>>77310
"... Griffons at the docks have them"
Sister Ash gives out a sigh.>When you wanted to sleep, but you gotta wake up in the middle of the night to stop kids from summoning devil's
Then she turns to Marey.
"I found what she's been reading."
Then she looks back at the filly
"Do you have anything else to hide?"
>>77311Well, sorry to disappoint.
Silver, still in a state of rage, just stands there, panting heavily from exhaustion.>>77312It probably would have been better now if Silver HAD died. At least he would have gone down fighting, instead of being like this.
"You found the book, didn't you? You saw us in the forest. What else do you want?"
Reeeee I accidentally deleted my text again!
Sister Ash sighs, it being too late at night for her to give a pep-talk to a foal about magical philosophy.
"If you wanted to learn magick, you certainly won't find anything of value from a street peddler.." she begins
"And you definitely won't find what you're looking for offering tribute to evil creatures. Magick is ingrained in morality: conjuring evil is always an evil act, and evil can only be used to spread evil.." she continues
"You don't know it yet, but the thing you're looking for won't be found in a book like this."Explaining things to kids is hard...
Isn’t that suppose to make you train harder and not give up immediately? It would make sense if he was a level 20 fighter that couldn’t fight, but you are a low level. It’s part of the leveling process to encounter lots of enemies that pose a challenge to not just one player, but all the players’ strength put together.
It’s not like this is natural circumstances. This is a war vet being enhanced with evil magic and unholy powers. This is a new world of fighting, one that will launch Silver into a warrior status into the stratosphere. Being the one to slay the dead? Not even magic and being brought back to life can stop Silver from putting you back in your place. He will be feared all throughout the city.
Alright, immediate battle is over>>77321
The fillie looks like she wants to talk and respond, but keeps her head down
It’s bad luck to make a mare upset.
Unless Cauldron is a changeling, it's unlikely
Also, did you call the GM a woman?
Sister Ash kneels down on her forehooves, speaking softly.
"There's no need to hold back now.. Say what it is you're feeling."
Come on Onyx, women don't exist here. But it would explain his lack of bant resistance.
GM made a mare for you. Just saying that making her out to be a villain was not good luck for your character>>77335
How many ponies know about the undead? Is it common to be encountered in this setting? This isn’t typical DND setting remember
No one sucks more than me anon. Trust me.
But I was clearly rooting for the dragon pucci so I don't really think it was THE OTP here
Bitch fuckin' please. Silver is one of only two characters to deal any
damage to the ghast at all. Dark Star failed to damage it at all thanks possibly to an unwillingness to duel wield or double tap
. Spark got fucked over with shitty dice rolls, and was also unwilling to shoot it with his laser. The only reason Ash could kill a CR3 so quickly was 1. she had two extremely powerful spells in reserve, and she used both of them in a single fight 2. I let her get a bonus round to try to hit it before rolling initiative.>>77337
"I will not be somepony else's plaything">>77332
I can't say I understand this post
Anyways, I think I'm gonna go do something else for a bit, clear my mind. Doesn't do my any good being like this.
You don't really need to. It's just guesswork you don't need to pay attention to.
You will never get with your crush now. If you let Cauldron down easy, maybe. But now you have to redeem yourself before your karma can balance.>>77347
We all were rooting for you the whole time buddy. Please feel better.
>>77340>How many ponies know about the undead?
Knowledge (religion) is thr skill that concerns undead. It's a train only skill, so only Clerics, Adepts, Bards, Wizards, and Expert NPCs would have extensive knowledge of them.
That doesn't mean a normal person can't take 10 on an untrained intelligence check upon seeing a 1 HD zombie and scream "Ahh! It's a zombie!"
Also, Paladins. Especially Paladins.
Paladin is basically the anti-necro class.
>>77349>implying that the GM will not try to emasculate/cut his dick and balls off Iron to tone down his obliviousness and dickishness
Comr on Spark, he can't change that much without some justification.
"Of course you won't." Sister Ash replies
She lays down on the ground, and tears form in her eyes. Then she lays her head down flat to the ground, ears back
Sister Ash picks her up and hugs her
Is this the first hug she's gotten?
She is definitely crying now
First hug tonight, 1st one since the Warehouse.
Sister Ash pats her back, cradling her gently
"It's okay now..."
Crying pretty heavily now
"But it's not"
"What you did was wrong, but you know that now..." She says, stroking the filly's mane
"We all make mistakes.. What's important is that we learn from them.."
"They will punish me now... But we still won't be safe"
>>77363Fug! Are we talking like Catholic school punishment? Shid...
"I think you could use some extra time to think about what you did for now.. but we all forgive you.."
She pauses for a bit, somewhat unsure how to answer to the last part
"... We're all here to protect you. Everypony here tries their best.. Sometimes things can get hard, but what's important is that we trust each other.." she continues
"How could I trust?"
The fillie motions over to a pair of dorm halls that are empty
I am feeling much better now.
They should be, though Onyx is always in and out it seems.
Good, you can still recover. Keep it up, each combat is experience that will be useful for other D&D games.>>77370
Seems Ash is preparing a complex and carefully crafted speech to inspire the filly and make her feel safe.
Sister Ash looks over at the rooms with a solemn expression, before turning back.
"Sometimes things happen that we can't control, but we still need to try our best to help each other when we can." She muses, hoping the filly understands
"... Some if your friends can't be here, but you still have friends with you; the Sisters too. Can you try your best to trust them, for your friends sake?"
"But why would I, if they could not protect us before?">>77379Only combat really needs every player
"Trust isn't something that helps us feel safe.. it helps us stick together despite of danger.." she says, still cradling her
"Try to have faith in your friends, and yourself as well..."
She almost smiles at the cradling
"But we were sticking together in the forest"
nearly cursing yourselves.." Sister Ash adds
I wonder how she is so confident to be able to control fucking flaming dogs that come from Tartarus itself without consequences.
This lil' shid just made it bite me. She had no way of telling of she could tell it to stop biting.
And there's no way a ritual that invokes an effect like that doesn't have some kind of horrific consequence (I'd be broken otherwise)>This is what Sister Ash would be thinking right now as she speaks
"But were you completely aware of how that Conjuration worked, or the consequences of it..?" She impores
"Tell me.. What kind of great and powerful spirit is satisfied with the just the life of injured rabbit, but doesn't want something more
in return..?" She says, her hoof pointing towards the filly's chest
She had no way of knowing that. The hellhound did what any hellhound would do: attack good-aligned creatures.
The lil' shid is just cocky.>>77390*It would be broken
"I thought you knew all of this already?"
"I knew, but I'm certain you didn't; because if you did, you wouldn't have been so quick to put yourself and your friends in danger." She replies
"How much do you know about infernal magic?"
"Experience." Sister Ash replies flatly
"I've seen enough if it to know that it's nothing for ponies to be fooling around with, let alone foals."
The fillie does not respond
Ash recalls that the same fillie suspected that Ash would use her and the other foals as ritual sacrifices in dark magic
Said the pot to the kettle...
"Black magick is no laughing matter.."
"I've seen it destroy ponies, who didn't know any better than to try it themselves."
".... So is being a helpless foal..."
She says this quietly
Why don't you give her the idea of summoning good creatures for her? It sounds okay to increase safety.
The only good-aligned summon I have atm are Satyrs and Giant Eagles. It'll just piss off the nuns.>>77398
"There are better ways to avoid helplessness than playing with shifty dark magick." She says, boldly
"Now enough of this. You're all far past your bedtimes. You'll hear more about it in the morning." She says, as she places the filly down.
She lowers herself down again
"This is all quite dreadful, but we have prayer in the morning"
The colt: *hooves extended out* "Hug?"
Sister Ash stares at the colt for several seconds with narrowed eyes.
"... Sure." She replies
Sister Ash isn't one to deny kindness to somepony who asks for it, even if she feels somewhat suspicious.
*Cuddles some more, because why not?*
*The colt is cuddled more*
The fillie returns to her bed, and sulks
Sister Ash "places" (tears off and hurls) the colt into his bed, before she returns to her own chamber for some much-needed rest.
Because no one else is going to comment on the fight...
Silver stands over the corpse of the Sargent, greatsword still drawn. He looks and sounds absolutely exhausted from the fight, sweating profusely and breathing heavily. "That...t-that was...that was hell of fight..."
And thus her midnight escapade ends unceremoniously>>77410
He's dead now. The smell is actually less bad now, although part of The Sargent is covered in vomit
"What...what even was that thing..." He doesn't want to get much closer to check, all things considered. Though he doesn't have much time to actually consider it before all of the pain, previously pushed out of mind by his anger, hits him all at once like a freight train.>>77412Yeah, I know, it's a shocker to me too.
Onyx falls over
"Wake me up when it's time to leave"
Silver is too busy falling on his side and letting out a long, low wail of complete pain and anguish to be worried about Onyx right now.
I try to help Silver out of the room.>>77417
"I say it's time to go. We need to head to a doctor."
Onyx helps spark move Silver
He grunts in pain at every movement, as he tries to fight against Spark and Onyx's assistance. "I am...fine! I just...let me get..." He fumbles through his saddlebags as best as he can for his first-aid kit and a healing potion.
Oof. Can Dark Star save the day? Hope Spark doesn't fall somewhere.
That's how it is with dice. 1=Death
Silver is very successful in shaking off Shimmer, and very unsuccessful in shaking off Onyx
Silver still struggles as best as he can against him, to no avail. "I will be fine! Let me go!"
"Ease up. We need to make sure that thing didn't do anything to you. Those wounds are no joke."
A map of the positions thus far
"I feel fine. It was just pain, and pain has already passed." Despite him saying this, he still winces when he puts pressure on the hoof that got bitten. "We have job to do still! Let me patch myself up, then I will be fine to continue on."
"The job will still be done, but it can't be done by anypony at less than peak health. I can't risk you getting hurt worse. If they waited this long for the monsters to be removed, they can afford to wait a little longer. We must be sure you are perfectly fine to continue."
Remember to loot that armor.
"I'll stop making you lean on my shoulder when one of us is dead"
"I have medical supplies, I will be fine!">>77440
Silver glares at Onyx. "I said I will be fine.">>77439Ew, why would you want armor worn by an undead? The sidearm he had on him sounded more like loot, though.
If he's got armor, he might be wearing other stuff.
Besides, you can sell it. Worth at least two healing potions; maybe 4.
"If the medical supplies can heal you to my satisfaction, then you can continue. If not, I am the one that signed the paper to lead the mission, so I will take you to the hospital should it not."
Silver now starts to genuinely sound upset. "Let. Me. Go.">>77443>there are places that would buy tattered puked-on flak jacketsOkay, that's definitely a stretch.>>77444
He opens up his saddlebags, pulling out six Potions of Cure Light Wounds and one large, high-quality first-aid kit, fully-stocked.
Now, this is where I have to ask so questions. How many hit points does Silver have left and how many are restored through each of these items?
"You'll heal yourself first"
It matters what caster level the potions he bought were.
>>77446Each potion is a 1d8 + whatever caster level the potion maker was, which is somewhere between 1 and 5.>>77447
"It is hard to do while you are holding onto me."
"Fine, but lean on my shoulder"
He grumbles a bit. "You know I can stand on my own? I am not that old yet."
"Alright. Take one of these potions."
"You're injured, and I'm not about to believe I'm the only one sick."
Dark Star inspects the corpse for anything of interest.
He raises an eyebrow as he looks at Onyx. "You are sick from that? I know that zombie reeked, but it was not that horrible a smell."
"So it didn't get you eh?"
The uniform is fairly damaged and covered in vomit. There is an EDF standard helmet that is dented and a strap cut. He is wearing a mundane flak jacket that is now mildly to moderately damaged.
1 Colt 911 sidearm pistol
1 Colt 911 magazine
1 30 round Limestone box magazine
A letter, folded up
A dog tag
He shakes his head. "No. I think I held up rather well, in that regard. Even if he got me couple times before you came in to help.">>77459>tfw Silver would have been the one to see what the Sarge had on him, had he not been dragged away by Spark and Onyx
Dark Star gathers it all and trys to find out where the rest of the stallion gang went.
They should all be immediately around him in the hallway
Can you even carry all of that?
"Hey Colts, the zombie had a colt on him."
Dark Star inspect the letter
>>77462What's the caster level on the potions Silver bought?>>77464
Silver doesn't seem to get the joke. "...He had colt on him?"
You can expect most potions to be made at minimum caster level, or else they'd cost several times as much.
Pulls out the m1911 and hoofs it over to silver
"yea this kind of colt"
Wait, aren't potions just readied spells that are dormant but a activated when consumed? What's the deal? Why do you need a caster level to drink a placed spell on the potion?
He takes the pistol and examines it. "Hmm...I have not seen this kind before."
"yea there was also 1 Colt 911 magazine
1 30 round Limestone box magazine
A letter, folded up
A dog tag
"Letter? What did letter say?"
"i havent quite been able to read it yet. its almost like the universe hasnt caught up yet."
It's slightly more complicated than that.
Potions are single use consumable items. They're different from spell trigger items, like wands, or spell completion items, like scrolls.
A potion is a magic liquid that produces its effect when imbibed. Potions are like spells cast upon the imbiber. The character taking the potion doesn’t get to make any decisions about the effect —the caster who brewed the potion has already done so. The drinker of a potion is both the effective target and the caster of the effect (though the potion indicates the caster level, the drinker still controls the effect).
I g2g. I can say more about items later.
"To my Sweet Autumn Meadows. The war is almost over, and I can feel the dark clouds on the horizon. The Fascist planes fly overhead with impunity, and they harass us now with their artillery. I have seen dark days before, in the early campaign at the Shire. The bugs came in great swarms that blackened the sky and blocked out the Princess’s Sun. The bodies of the dead gave a horrific smell you could smell from miles away, and the Changeling’s machines could be heard from as far. But even in those days it was not hard to keep up the light, because I knew that all of Equestria stood beside me and behind me. There is a very different feeling now. We should have driven the Duke’s minions back into the sea when we had the chance, and now they have pushed us to the sea. It feels as if the light will soon be extinguished.
I hope you made it well to Appleloosia. Please give Dandelion a good Birth Day. I know she is probably not taking the war well, and I regret not being able to be there for her. I wish I could be there with you and hold you again. I would give almost anything for one more night in the desert underneath the jeweled sky with you. But duty calls. Did you know that they promoted me to a lieutenant just last week? I guess I proved your father wrong after all. It seems that Pinkamena herself must have thought that I could do the job. They’ve set me leading a platoon guarding the North suburbs of Baltimare, but the Fascists are trying to break through again. Any time I look up into the sky and see the Princesses’ work, I think of you and Dandelion, and I remember why I am fighting. Why I must fight. But when I see planes, it becomes so very hard to keep faith. We’ll meet again, my Sweet Autumn Meadows, someday, though I don’t know how or when. When we do, I will take you on a waltz through the heavens, like that first dance all those years ago.
With all my love,
August 11, 1012
"Hey Silver. hit me with your sword."
"...That does not seem like good idea to me."
Yes, but he means the caster level of the person who made the spell>>77467
Ask the druid dragon lady
Dark Star looks very saddend by the contents of this letter and a tear rolls down his face as he thinks of his brother and what blue would be feeling if it were him that was turned into a zombie down here and left to rot>>77480
"look, i accidentally shot you. i demand that you slash me with your sword so i can atone for my mistake."
>>77481I mean, I would, but she left. Also, she said it was likely a level 1, so I'm just going to go with that.
"Hmm. Does anypony want this weapon?">>77482
"...So you are one who shot me."
Dark Star looks at him apologetically.
"..." He picks up his sword, but instead of trying to hit him, he just prods Star right in the center of his chest with the pommel. "...Try not to shoot me in ass next time. As saying goes, my barn door does not swing that way."
"if you do not do it. ill do it myself."
Dark Star pulls out the seeker
Silver puts a hoof on Dark Star's foreleg to try to stop him. "Look, it is fine. It is not first time I have been shot, and will probably not be last time."
If Onyx had a hat he would have taken it off at hearing the contents of the letter.>>77489
"I can stab him"
"Not if you want your cut after this thing."
"So no one wants to be stabbed?"
"The monsters down here are just begging for it. Save it for them."
Silver just sighs. "Nopony in their right mind would want to be stabbed."
"Oynx, Dragg this body to where the other one is.">>77493
"My honor Demands that i bleed. i made my ally bleed.">>77492"I Have to."
"Then do it after we aren't in danger of being the next soldier stuck in this place. This is an order."
"...How about this? You help make our opponents bleed, and I will consider this 'debt' of honor of yours fulfilled."
[1d8+1 = 9]
While waiting for his companions, Silver drinks one of the healing potions.
"That sounds good to me.">>77500
"i suppose that could work.">>77501"true.">>77503
"Are you patronizing me?"
And thus recovers 9 health>>77503
I take it this means the corpse of Lieutenant Blazer into the other hallway?
[1d20+5 = 21][1d8+1 = 8]>>77509
After letting the effects of the potion wash over him, he takes one last potion before using his first-aid kit to help bandage himself up.
>>77505"Well, to be honest, Dark Star, I find it difficult to imagine feeling about bad shooting somepony">>77513
Bandaged and +8 more health, or 17 recovered in total. He now has 4 potions remaining
He feels significantly better than he did before, with the pain almost completely nullified, save for a dull ache in his foreleg.>>77500
"Ahhhh...I feel much better now than I did going into that fight. And I still have some potions left for another one."
>>77515You know, Like a Paladin>>77510
It is so>>77517"Well, I can't say I've ever shot anypony I considered an 'ally'.">>77516"Go hug that fillie harder. She obviously need parents">>77518
You know, I'm not sure if he would have a bullet lodged in his ass
Cannibals cannot be Paladins.
I call out to Onyx "Bartender, are you still feeling sick?"
"Hey did you strip him of his armor?">>77519>>77518>>77524
"well Stallion Gang are we ready to move on? or are we going back?"
What time of day is it? how much time has passed?>>77519"its not a good feeling."
"it has your vomit on it. no thanks."
Silver seems confused as to when they decided on calling themselves the 'Stallion Gang'. "I am up for more. We still have job to do, after all. With luck, we will not have to deal with more of...whatever that thing was."
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE i thought it was salt!!
I'm still rating it as 6PM. Ish.>>77522
True>>77525"Well, I can't say I can really hep you much on that. Unless you need a Temptress, or just somepony to hold">>77533
Silver begins to wonder what created that one Ghast
"well who wants to take point?">>77535"i need both."
Why would there be some sort of salt in a metaphorical cemetery?