Set six years after season 6, Occupied Equestria presents an alternative history where the Changelings have conquered half of Equestria, while a former Equestrian colony - soured to Princess Twilight's notion of harmony with all creatures because of their encounters with griffins - Invaded and took the other half. In Baltimare and the Equestrian Southeast, the magic of friendship has weakened, as Communists, Changeling infiltrators, Fascists, gangs, and corrupt creepy politicians threaten the city. This role play is based in large part upon the Equestria at War mod for Hearts of Iron 4, and uses D&d 3.5e mechanics.
For those on the train. The train goes along at high speeds through the darkness past farmland, trees, and other trains... until it starts to slow down, and comes to a halt.
>>97000She raises her rear legs onto the couch so now she's laying on it, placing her head near Silver. She takes the cigarette back from him, and takes another puff, then looks up at him again with that evil smile
"Do I strike you as the honest, trustworthy type, Silver?"
>>97000Implying the train guys are coming by when you expect them to.
>>97003Oh ye of little faith.
>>97000Those triplets cannot be mistaken.
>>97005Iunno. Are you the real Spark boy?
>>97002Silver
sort of wants to object, but...well... "Fair enough, I suppose. Just know you can always ask if you want to bum smoke off of me." He continues to give Skies a warm-yet-knowing smile.
He does take the Hippo back, though.
That does actually have some sentimental value.
>>97008Get ready for the leeching, Silver.
>>97007Yep. Life has been putting my schedule in a stranglehold, but I'll try and make more of these sessions.
>>97010Better pray Brie and Onyx come along, too
>>97008She looks back at him
"And if you ever feel like you have a little too much love in you, you can dump it on me. I'm not the most loving or faithful, but if you are lonely and need a pony to talk to, to be around, to cuddle, or just need a cute young mare to fuck, I'm here for you."
>>97012inb4 Silver's the father she never had.
>>97012Hearing that last part, Silver is struck by how much more different their relationship is now than it was even just yesterday. Not that he's complaining. Any opportunity to spend time with Skies is worthwhile. His voice takes on a flirty tone, and he gives her some bedroom eyes. "Lucky for both of us, I have plenty of love to give."
>>97014Awwwwwww, yea, getting down with the dirty pseudo-incest sex.>>97010>>97013Good to see you guys. It's been ages.
>>97016Good to see you guys too. I wish I was able to do this more regularly.
>>97016>>97012You both know he can simply ake up and go down the stairs to find you fucking, right?
>>97016She lays down, looks up, and extends her wings
"You can give whenever you want. Just looks like you'll have to hold back when Dark Star is around."
>>97013>>97010Better keep on praying. Brie is still missing
>>97017>>97013oh hey cool, players to replace Dark Star.
>>97021Umm... we aren't replacing you.
>>97019Apogee is a treasure. I wonder if her mother and father in this universe would be the pony equivalents of Werner von Braun, being aspiring astronautic and aeronautic engineers drawn into war to design and develop rockets and aircraft for military use."I will be sure to make use of that offer." He smiles and repositions so he's laying on his back on the couch with his legs in the air. He looks down his body and in between his legs at Skies. "We should get back to Dark Star sometime soon, but...do you think we could spend maybe
little bit of time cuddling here before we return? I feel like you were left out of much of it earlier."
>>97026“I have been feeling a little left out...”
>>97026Well... her mother basically forfeited at life for that small pegasus. It shows how messed up she is for this, both mother and daughter. I'd say it's tainted too hard to be considered treasure.Well, you go recreate that with Skies if you want to. Fail to cum outside again and all.
>>97027He continues smiling that warm, inviting smile of his, as he wiggles around and forms ripples in his soft, thick winter coat. "Well then, let us rectify that. I am all yours for your cuddling."
>>97029She gets up on the couch, and walk over him, a leg on each side of him, and hangs over him. Then, she gently lowers herself on top of him, her head up and over his, looking down. She lets her wings come down to to Silver’s sides
>>97000"Oh look, a not painfully protracted pseudo-plot. Might even be something to kill, that won't get us killed in the interim." Brie EEE's to himself, 3.5 wall breakingly.
>>97031ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLE!
No seriously. How much time do you have?
>>97031Cool. The bat is here... just in time to lose the tank with a lance though....
>>97030Silver in turn wraps his own forelegs around Skies, pulling her into the soft fluff and flush against the firm muscle beneath. Heat trapped from his coat washes over her barrel and the rest of her legs and underside. While it isn't overall as warm as her serving as Silver's little spoon, it's a significantly softer feeling from her soft underbelly held against Silver's soft underbelly. Should she take an interest, the open end of Silver's sheath is just
barely separated from Skies' rear, with the way she's laying down on Silver's body.
Silver, as he has up until now, takes the time to enjoy the feeling of another warm body against his, how it almost feels as though it completes his soul. It helps that Skies is a good cuddle buddy.
>>97032Is it a fight
please say its a fight or something other than pretending to be normal ponies?
Not that I have a bias, I'm loving pretending to be normal ponies on the way to
die try and negotiate with Bugs.
>>97034*coo*
She likes this affection, and nuzzles the end of Silver’s nose. She also moves her tail up, so Silver has more options
*Poner is cuddled*
>>97035Onky If you want it to beIt must be after midnight. The train stopped at Moonlight bay, then only shortly before at Mareaway. Kerr has sat near the center of the room, while Wesley admired the scenery, however dark it may have been, as trains passed and the lights of lonely cottages or hamlets can be seen passing periodically. Now, the train comes to a complete stop. The train seems to have stopped at least partly on a large stone bridge over a gorge, judging from the view outside of the window
>>97036Last I checked, Brie, Kerr, and Wesley were back in their room yes?
>>97037Yes, that is correct. All three are in their room
>>97023>>97013Spark and Onyx would have an experience like that of
>>97036In their respective room. The part about the train coming to a stop, not the cuddling
>>97037Ignore this
>>97036"Wir könnten Probleme haben"
Brie says, hoofing a pair of throwing knives (he has 10, after the 2 he gave to Kerr and Wesley)
So 8 in reserve, but ready for a 2-hand strike if needed.
>>97036Poner is indeed cuddled.
Silver turns the nuzzle into an Eskimo kiss
Polar Bear kiss, maybe? by returning it in full. He ruffles the fur on the sides of his body against her wings. It feels a little ticklish against the fleshy bit of her wings.
>>97038Darn it. I need to find somepony to cuddle at some point… though I might die before then. Spark (and we have to imagine Onyx following) have noticed the train stopping and head to the changelings' car to see if they have caused some kind of panic.
Spark knocks on the door as specified in a previous thread that I can't recall at the moment.
>>97041Soon. Go to the library and meet up with a geek pony. You'll fit great.
>>970412 knocks, then 1 knock. Come on now,...
>>97039The knives are noted
Wesley, who is looking out of the window, says
"Am Damm sind Lichter an"
I tried to get it to say "lights are on on the embankment," but it wouldn't do thatNothing is happening at the moment. The train is stopped just the same way as it would at a platform on a minor stop, or if it were waiting for another train to pass in those long stretches where most of the track is single track. No alarms sound, and the lights in the train are still on. What makes this stop so off - beside's wesley's words - is that the stop is on a bridge.
*knock knock* on the door
>>97040*coo*
"Surely you have more than that in you"
>>97041The lights are on in the car. He passes one other pony, who looks anxious. He knocks
>>97043Yeah... that. I have been out of the game for a long time you know.
[1d20+12 = 25]>>97044Brie activates his disguise enchantment to appear like the young bartender from the rear of the cars.
(roll is disguise + int(+2) + enchantment (presumably +10, but maybe not)
>>97045Its a symbological metaphor. Think twice (knock twice) before acting once (knock once)
>>97044He chuckles softly, and places a quick smooch on her lips. "Everything comes in its own time."
He bends his head down, planting loving kisses and small licks on the side of Skies' neck. One of his forehooves moves up to cradle the other side of her head. Down in his lower abdomen, she can feel some of the muscles twitch and quiver, a sign that a particular biological function of his is indeed still kicking.
>>97046He should look more or less like him... even if the disguise is having difficulty poofing away freakish bat wings on an earth pony, almost like black spots to his side. Probably best covered with a coat.
Somepony is knocking at the door
>>97048She smiles at him, warmly
>>97046The Nymphs look at him strangely. They don't know of any shapechanging abilities outside of their own race, and so they instinctively assume Brie to be one of them, despite the cloak not being as good at imitating a creature with different appendages - like a horn or no wings - as Changeling magic. After all, as Kerr said, Brie has the "aura" of a Changeling.
>>97049"So sorry, this cabin doesn't seem to want to be disturbed," Brie affects before realizing its Spark.
>>97051Spark figures there is probably something wrong if Brie is not answering the door.
"Damn it. Why couldn't I have a boring life like I read about in history class?"
I give one more code knock of two knocks followed by one and ready myself to bust the door down.
>>97049Silver continues to smooch at her neck, and lick at her nape. She feels something soft rub and press briefly against her vulva before sliding off and resting against her inner thigh, slowly getting thicker, longer, and harder as he continues to show love to Skies'.
>>97054"Hehehe" she giggles
Then she whispers
"Give me all of that cuddling you were going to give Star"
>>97053>>97051No other sounds in the car... Yet
[1d20 = 10]>>97053Seeing its Spark, Brie dispenses any pretense of propriety.
"Oh get in here,"
Grapple attempt to pull him into the car
>>97055>>97054Hold your horses, Silver. Don't give Star the chance to know that he's been cucked. Cuck him constantly forever in secret until your Nimbusian-Stalliongrad foals come out of Skies.Be sure to make Skies call you daddy while you're at it.
>>97056Spark is probably confused as to why the bartender from the train is here with the changelings... and has the voice of Brie, but that doesn't properly register with Spark. His horn lights up as he is pulled inside.
"What the hay are you doing here? Where is Brie?"
>>97058"Shush now, I AM Brie. Something is afoot."
>>97059>>97058A knocking sound, and voices in the room in front of them
>>97059>>97060Spark realizes the changelings aren't reacting against the bartender, so he is probably telling the truth. He then hears the knocking.
"I don't suppose you are expecting company?"
>>97060Brie assumes a stance
(ready move, double sneak attack)
>>97055Silver's Sword seems to finish its enlarging process upon the utterance of this phrase, as it now grinds against her inner thigh with its full length, girth, and ferocity. Silver whispers right back, "I will be sure to give you every ounce."
The licks at her nape start to travel up her cheek, all the way to her ear. He gives it a long lick from the base to the tip, which he takes in his mouth to nibble and suck on.
With the use of magic, he slides his Sword right back out of the realm of her thighs to hotdog her ass. The tip presses into her anus slightly, while the shaft rubs against her pussy. As he begins to grind against her nethers, and as Silver's horn lights up in its familiar blue glow, Skies can feel a familiar tendril of magic snake its way past her vulva, through her folds, and into her love canal.
>>97057>Be sure to make Skies call you daddy while you're at it.Silver's Sword can only get so hard.
>>97062>>97061It takes a moment. Actually, more than a moment, but eventually
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Very loudly. Not two knocks and a knock, but three in rapid succession. Like thinking thrice, or acting thrice, but not both
>>97063She twitches a little, both in her rear and her ear
"Oh... hehe"
She then sort of lifts herself up and back onto him, to let her vulva rub a little more against him
>>97064Dark star vomits in blue's bed
>>97064"Die Jagt beginnt" Brie whispers loudly, maintaining his stance, not bothering to orient Spark while maintaining his 'ready to stab 2 eyes' stance.
>>97065Don't be a sore loser, Star. You led yourself to this fate.
>>97066>>97061"Open the Door, we mean no harm"
They can hear a female voice
>>97065Damn. He must be really drunk
That's sure to win her back
>>97070>implying we aren't past that point
>>97070He goes to the bathroom
>>97064"Perfect..."
>>97066"I'm guessing we don't try to pretend to be innocent?"
>>97070Spark stands in the middle of the room, hopefully being the target of attention if they come through.
"Umm... who is it? I didn't order room service."
>>97070>>97074That formal tone sure leads to me to believe they're guards.
>>97064Silver grunts right into her ear, and his forehooves slide down to grip and her flanks. He evidently likes the adjustment. He stops licking her ear just long enough to ask her a question. "When we are good and ready, which hole do you want?"
>>97075Never trust a female voice you don't know saying it's all going to be alright.
>>97076Please, just claim her pussy voluntarily and cum inside with the force of a V12 sports engine.>>97077Cauldron said that to Iron...Why must you make me paranoid?
>>97078I said that you don't know.
>>97073It's there. Nice, clean, and fairly big. There is a toilet, presumably modified for quadruped use.
>>97074"OPEN THE DOOR"
>>97076"Why don't you pick?" She says, smiling at him
>>97080>>97079Well, you can probably make her a cuddle buddy out of that female voice. Sure hope it's not a changeling raid.
>>97080He washes his snout and face then drink some of the water.
"Blue's gonna be pissed about that. i should go tell her."
>>97068He's been drinking with Blue and silver,silver kissed him and then blue and he got in a fight,now blue and silver are fucking again.
>>97080"If you don't identify yourself, you have no right to demand anything out of me. Who are you?"
>>97066"Got a plan?"
I mutter to Brie.
>>97081Damn it. This is the opposite of cuddles. Spark does not have a good track record with the mares.
>>97082>all this meta to try and make an excuse to find them>not thinking about what you did and try to learn from itOh well.
>>97082The water is suitable enough. No excess of heavy metals
>>97083"We are with the Everfree Resistance. Open the door!"
>>97085"The hay is an Everfree Resistance? I don't recognize that authority. Who do you represent?"
>>97084He's just extremely salty about getting cheated on and couldn't make his character find out about it. Trust me. It's slightly better this way.Slightly. The wounds still need healing.
>>97085Do there appear to be any sheets in here?
>>97086"Equestria. Open the door in 3"
>>97089Hey! That's Iron's line!
>>97088Yes, little hand towels. Paper towels in the kitchen, too
>>97083"Yeah, kill 'em." Brie whispers to Spark.
"Bei Sichtkontakt töten!" Brie whispers harshly to the Lings
"I'm coming to the door! I don't know what's going on, I just cane to get a customer's drink order!" Brie calls through the door (still palming knives)
>>97080Silver flashes a devious-looking smile at her. Simultaneously, he presses the tip of his Sword against her anus, while the tendril of magic that wormed its way into Blue's pussy expands and takes the form of the all-powerful forcecock, filling her from the inside. "Why not both?"
[1d20+3 = 21]>>97092The counting stops for a moment
>>97091He wets it and goes over to the bed and trys to clean it up.
>>97094"What's going on? I just meant to deliver some cider to a customer!" Brie calls through the door. "Please don't harm me!"
>>97093>>97093"Hehehaha" She gives off a laugh that goes slightly mad midway through
Her vaginal walls fight back against the magical intruder, while she tries to relax her anus. Silver is mostly dry, which is probably why she wanted to rub him, to let some of her lubricant get on him
She looks at him very intently, and then places a hoof on his cheek
>>97095Hmmmm... Perhaps successful in part
>>97096"Did I hear... Open the door, last chance"
>>97098>>97096Uh oh, she heard the Changish. Better bluff hard.
>>97100"We need to inspect the room"
>>97097He goes over it again to try and get it out.
>>97101Do you think I can have some dream filler of your choice?
>>97100Brie gives a grim glance at Wesley, Kerr, and Spark. As though to say "I didn't plan this, but this is where we find ourselves. Lets try to kill the enemy and not ourselves, though you have grounds to have issue with me since I haven't been entirely honest with you, but for now let's not die okay?"
>>97101"Yes of course! I'm just the service, and the room's tenants will not give you any trouble!" Brie says before nodding "Give them trouble" to the trio.
>>97097Silver releases one of his own forehooves from Skies' flanks to place it onto her cheek. He relents on her anal opening and returns to getting his Sword lubricated and ready. It's not fun if they can't both enjoy it, after all. The forcecock also shrinks slightly to allow her vaginal walls to more easily acclimate to the sudden invasion.
>>97105Are you seriously on about fugging the poner? Haven't you done that already?
Nevermind, forget I said anything.
>>97102ROLL DIE!
>>97103Yes
Iron appears next to Cauldron walking through a Jungle. Hot and moist as jungles are, with the undergrowth not
too thick
>>97104Another voice can be heard
"We don't have all night, just break down the damned door and check the room"
>>97105And thus, Silver presumably invades her vagina with his horse cock. She doesn't really seem opposed to it in the way she did earlier in the day.
>>97106FUG THE PONER
>>97107With a nod, Brie opens the door with his hooves upright and toward himself, to conceal the knives he has palmed.
>>97107>FUG THE PONERThis is exactly what I had spent literally weeks away from the thread to avoid. If its not done, I can wait longer.
>>97107Iron feels slightly at home, with the nice template climate brushing his short coat.
He turns his head to face his companion and potential love interest if he plays his cards right, with a relaxed smile on his face.
"Nothing like a little whiff of jungle air. It is soothing to my nostrils."
>>97107Well, he was going to hotdog some more, but this works too.As Silver slowly thrusts deeper into her depths, he dispels the magical horse penis inside of her to make room. It feels much nicer now that it did before. He keeps it at a long, slow pace. He's in no need to finish. It's better to enjoy the sensations of their union, and ensure he gets nice and lubricated up for later. "Oh Blue..."
>>97108SighThe moment he opens the door, he is pushed aside by a very pushy mare. She is an Earth Pony, with golden mane wrapped up in a bun, and bubblegum pink coat. She holds a carbine rifle in hoof, pointed forward. She has a belt with two magazines on it, and wears a shoulder patch with an equestrian flag... but nothing else. No uniform.
She bursts past, and looks into the room, waving the gun around at the occupants
>>97109"Yes, the Palmum Magnus should be just around the corner" she says, as she goes forward. He can hear a few sounds of jungle insects and animals
>>97110I think that Brie might be complaining about the ERP... we may have to forestall this
>>97112Damn. Well, fair enough, I suppose.
>>97114That's... not really good enough to clean up much. fortunately, he may try again
[1d20 = 9][1d20 = 18]>>97111Iron trots along happily to follow her. His eyes and ears scan the area around them in case there's something lurking in the foliage.
"Palmum Magnus? Quite the funny name. What is it for?"
>>97116"The Giant Palm of course! There should be a specimen somewhere in this forest..."
Oh yes. He can definitely hear somepony walking through the underbrush
>>97117Only one comes into the room. Judging by the voices earlier, there should be another in the hallway
>>97110>>97113I'm'a continue in spoiler with less obvious lewdnessThe ponies remain connected in this sort of union for a moment. If Silver fantasized about doing this with her for an extended period of time before, now might be his chance to do so. She wubs the side of his belly with her wing>>97119That... that definitely did not work as well as Dark Star may have hoped
Does he want water to drink or to clean with?
[1d20 = 16]>>97118"C c c can I go?!"
[1d20 = 3]>>97118If it's Cauldron, I'll be a bit miffed.Iron smiles at the zebra's excitement.
"How will you recognize it? Anything of note?"
He looks where the sound's coming from to get a grasp on it's potential to cause trouble.
>>97124Nice glasses to place water in in the kitchen, next to the sink, which of course has the faucet.
>>97121She looks back at him
"Go where?"
She is in front of him, the sound came from behind
>>97125*Shrug*
>>97125
That's petty of you, man.
>>97126He pours a glass of water takes a drink and sighs
>>97126So... you going to answer to >>97122
>>97120This is a challenge.To Silver, this is pure nirvana. He has only ever experienced such a feeling once before. He strokes Skies' cheek with a hoof, content to lay there together for all of eternity if they could so choose.
>>97126>>97128he then goes out into the hall to look for blue
>>97128Hydration is important to prevent hangovers
>>97129"Well, yes. The leaves are of extraordinary size, and have yellow tendrils on the very ends"
>>97131On the ground, next to the door, are Silver's packs. There is no sign of any pony around
>>97126"B b b back to my station?!"
[1d20+5 = 12]>>97132He searches for any other signs
Rolling survival to track
>>97132Iron nods, awaiting this newfound plant with a twinge of excitement.
"What magical potion could you create with them, Cauldron? Some super strength potion? Maybe intense reflexes?"
He's really into the idea of powerful buffs for the cheating ponies who use guns against him.
>>97133She looks at him confusedly
"What are you doing here, crew member?"
She doesn't wait for a response, as she moves to his side to open the door to the bathroom in the cabin
>>97134No clear signs, only Silver's packs
>>97135"No it's... Just a palm"
Speaking of guns....
[1d20+5 = 14]>>97137"i wonder where they went?"
Search check for any other signs
>>97138Door on the hallway is open slightly, at least once somepony has gone downstairs
[2d20+7 = 28]>>97136Double sneak attack
One gets a -4
>>97137Oh boy.Iron smiles sheepishly.
"My bad. What uses does it have, then?"
His short fuzzy mane stands on end, feeling a little wave of dread, as if there's someone lurking around.
(Is there somepony aiming at me?)
>>97139He goes down the stairs
>>97140So 8+7 - 15
and 13+3 - 16
>>97140Hit and hit, right into the bubblegum pony's back. Roll damage
>>97141Yep. from behind, he can hear
"Alto!" in a male voice
>>97142The first door is locked, as is the second. The only door not locked is the bottom floor door
>>97144Heyo.Iron stops in his tracks and turns around to face the assailant.
(It seems he knows a little bit of native speak. He could probably be either a native or an explorer.)
[6d6 = 25][2d4+1 = 6]>>97144
>>97144He goes through the door
>>97130She looks at him content in her own way, and rubs his cheek. She then moves up and down on him a few times>>97145Uh... Well, he should have sneak attack damage on each dagger because he is flanking her from behind
>>97146Let's go with "explorer." He is wearing camoflauge and green paint. A brownish color horse with glasses, and a submachine gun, not
quite in punching range, but neither wholly out of range
"Dame tus posesiones!"
>>97148It's the same hallway, going two directions
>>97147Good enough. She is kill, and falls forward, her muzzle hitting the toilet seat. There is a sound in the hallway
[1d20+5 = 20]>>97149Search
>>97149Spark looks down the hallway to see if anypony is coming.
>>97149"Wir sind noch nicht aus dem Spiel." Brie whispers
"Get ready!" Brie whispers, sliding out of the room.
"I'm coming out!" Brie shouts before shuffling through the door slowly, with his hooves raised,
Iron cocks his head, looking at his and Cauldron's possessions to see if there's really a need to fight this pony for them.
(Are we even carrying something of value on either one of us?)
>>97150What precisely is he searching for?
>>97151Yes there is. Right there is her companion, and he looks angry. At least he seems unawares at the moment.
>>97152"What are you doing? Back in your room"
The response comes from an ashen grey Unicorn who wears a hat and a uniform that looks most like an Equestrian military uniform. It is decidedly not the uniform of a civilian police officer, NMAC, Blackhooves, any of the quisling governments, or the guards the mail service hires.
The Nymphs look worried, but nod
>>97153Each carries a pack. What is inside the packs... who can say
[1d20-1 = -7]>>97155"I... I'm needed back at the bar! Am I not?"
bluff
>>97155Any signs that point me in the direction of Blue
>>97149He rests his head back, reveling in the incredible feeling of their union. He slides his hooves down to help guide her movements. "You are amazing, Blue."
>>97155Iron nods to himself.
(Well, if Cauldron has a pack, he is definitely not going to get it.)
He faces his assailant, brandishing his thick armor and tower shield, and walks defiantly towards him.
"Estás seguro que quieres intimidarme, compadre?"
Not an intimidation so no dice roll here.
[1d20+1 = 12]>>97156I really thought his score would be higher
"Where is Lavender?"
>>97157No real signs, just the pathway to the lobby and outside the building (and the courtyard) and the pathway to deeper inside the building
>>97158She smiles and gently moves up and down on him in loving, but not intense way
"I know">>97159I don't recall him having all of that but.... fuck it, he has all of that. But this bandit
"Quieres morir?"
[1d20-1 = 0]>>97160"Lavender? I dunno, I'm just delivering drinks!" Brie says overloud, while cowering on the deck.
Bluff
>>97160Could i do a listen check to see if i hear anything that would point me in the right direction?
>>97161Okay, this, he definitely fails
He points the gun at him
"Bullshit! Where is Lavender?"
>>97162Yes
>>97160She must have the same idea he has. Best to savor this moment for as long as they can. He certainly has no issues with it.
[1d20+1 = 5]>>97163"You done and scared him. He can't think."
Bluff
[1d20-1 = -19]>>97163"I'm sorry! I had a scheme, selling ponies buffalo testicles as aphrodesiacs! They're really popular with couples! I thought I could make some extra bits! I didn't mean any harm!"
[1d20+8 = 13]>>97160Oh whoops. Pretend I don't have it if it means you having a fair fight against him. I'll do the same.Iron smirks at the offender, his armor and shield poofing from existence without him noticing but his ego still remains. He keeps closing the distance like that SMG is a toy to him.
"Ja! Que me da risa tus palabras. ¿Pretendes matarme? Tus pequeñas bolitas de metal no podrían ni penetrar mi cuerpo, bastardo."
Now I'll roll to scare him until he reaches charging distance at least.
>>97165"Who the fuck are you?"
>>97161At least he's looking at Spark now, and not down on the ground
>>97166He can't really hear much of anything. It's mostly silent
>>97167I don't know what you were trying, but you succeeded
>>97169Do i smell any lavender or alcohol on in the air?
>>97169Game was "look away, I'm just a humble train-worker"
ready knives
>>97167Dangit, I almost had that roll.>>97169Definitely a bluff to try and escape this predicamente.
>>97172None for you! I NEEDED it! Xp
>>97169"I could ask you the same, but if you must know I was a student at the school for gifted unicorns at Canterlot before the war broke out. I'm just a passenger now on a train that is being held up by some crazy ponies that claim to be part of some resistance and somehow stopping this train helps anything to get back what was stolen from us? Are you seriously asking who I am in a time like this? Who the buck are you?"
Spark can buy only so much time...
[5d20 = 50]>>97168Iron got what he wanted
"BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG"
>>97170I don't think so...
>>97171Well, he's looking at Spark now, as Brie is not an obvious threat
>>97173"Uh... okay..."
>>97175So two hits, how much damage?
>>97175He takes the pathway deeper into the building
>>97177>>97176Hmmm... may need to up the damage die on pistol rounds
>>97174"We are looking to help" he says, looking at Spark again
>>97178There are a number of closed doors on either side, before there is a turn to the right
>>97164*coo*
"Want to hug me even more?"
>>97179"And your help is to cause a major panic among potential recruits and supporters? Stop with the script and tell me what you are really doing."
[1d20-1 = -16]>>97175"HEY MISTER! Your boots that don't have laces are untied!" Brie says this, palming another pair of knives, but distracting for Sparks' sake.
[1d20+5 = 16]>>97179Listen check on the doors
>>97182"I'm not wearing shoes"
He looks down never the less
>>97183Two rooms make sounds
>>97181"We are looking for none other than Pinkie Pie"
>>97180Silver gives her a warm smile, pulling her into further embrace. He whispers to her, "As if you had to ask."
>>97185She feels soft and... well, maybe not warm, but she's there, and pulls her self up on him a little more, then down again
>>97184What kinds of sounds?
>>97187He can't hear them well enough to identify their nature
[1d20+8 = 28]>>97177Holy shit that's some good luck dice wise. I'll pretend I'm at full health so as to not end this dream prematurely.Iron smirks as the four bullets barely penetrates his coat and definitely opening up his skin and lodging themselves around his chest area slightly. The pain is felt, but he fared worse with the tiger.
"Hah! Te dije, amigo mío. No hay chance que tu arma pueda incapacitarme."
Taking the initiative this time, he charges straight at the SMG wielding offender to deal with a powerful hoof strike right on his face.
Here's a chance to show this pony's traits with ranged weaponry.
>>97189Please tell me I was in range for this.
[1d20+5 = 19]>>97188He listens at those doors specifically
[2d20+8 = 18]
(latter is -4)
Double sneak attack
>>97189Holy shit. He not only knocks the bastard on the ground, but he knocks him into the air and onto his back
>>97190Good enough. He'd have to make a movement action forward first
>>97192Am I seeing a 15 7?
>>97191The first one has a sound that kind of drones on
>>97186As long as she feels as though she wants to be there, unlike last time, he's happy. With his forelegs wrapped around her, he continues to help in her movements going up and down his body.
[1d20+5 = 11]>>97193and the next one
>>97195He can't really hear anything at this one
>>97194She aids in the movement more, up and down
[1d20+10 = 25]>>97193Iron smiles triumphantly at his hoofwork.
"Uyuyuy, vas a tener un viajectio por la zona de dolor, amigo."
He charges towards the prone pony to initiate a grapple against him.
>>97196He knocks on the door
>>97198>>97194And thus, they can hear knocking on the door to the lounge.
She whispers
"Let me handle this"
>>97197Pretty sure that succeeds
>>97192Roll damage for one knife-sneak attack
>>97200He nods, whispering back to her. "Just tell me what you need me to do and where."
>>97202"Stay silent as long as you can, and close your eyes"
>>97198No response
[3d6 = 12][1d4+1 = 2]>>97192>>97201
>>97203Dark star walks in
>>97203Those are two things Silver can most definitely do well. He does both before Dark Star enters.
>>97206Doubt hes coming in now
>>97200He goes for a simple chokehold with his forelegs, mainly by pressuring his neck so that his air flow is cut off and achieve unconsciousness through hoof pressure, while his hindlegs sit right on the victim's own forelegs to avoid struggling, pinning him. That leaves his rump right on the assailant's exposed chest.
"Buenas noches, amigo."
>>97206She places a pillow over his face for good measure
>>97205>>97205Dark Star walks in to see a room with a number of fluffy red couches, empty shelves to carry alcohol, a bar, and on one of the couches, a pissed off looking white unicorn with a red mane - hair up in a bun. She is looking over at him, and looks kind of pissed. She looks kind of familiar
>>97208Looks like he isn't the only one. There is another in the forest
>>97204Good enough to wound him and leave him down on the ground
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>>97209Before I act, is the pinned pony now unconscious?
>>97209"Hey i remember you. your are that one mare."
What a faggot
>>97210Probably
>>97211She looks angry, and responds in a thick mid-Equestrian accent
"Yes, you walked in on a prisoner interrogation. Now excuse me"
>>97211This is a perfect way to cheat on Skies!
Use your powers of charisma to have sex with her.>>97212Now, this is important, can Iron pick up the pony and throw at the other pony?
>>97213Only if he rolls high enough on a strength check
>>97212"Have you seen blue skies? im looking for her to tell her im sorry for saying she fucked silver and to tell her i puked in her bed."
>>97213Dark Star is to moral to cheat.
>>97215"Is that one of the officers here?" She says
>>97216"Yea she's the Blue nimbusian pegasus one."
[1d20+5 = 20]>>97214Aw dangit. Well, I'm going for it.Iron, after ensuring the pinned pony is unconscious, uses his strength to pick him up to throw him at the other assailant next turn.
As he does it, he makes sure it's an actual threat and not a simple bystander.
>>97217"I may have seen her around working here, but i haven't seen her tonight. She probably went outside for a walk or for a smoke break. That or she's in the bathroom"
>>97218Yes, he can definitely throw him
[2d20+5 = 37]>>97209Kill then ^_^
(one is -4)
>>97220>A 20He's dead Jim
>>97219"I think she's with a unicorn. we had a fight now i cant find either one of them i'm worried."
>>97220>>97221Spark looks down the hallway once more to make sure no other threats have seen this brutal killing.
[1d20+5 = 21]>>97219Oh boy!
Iron aims at the other pony and chucks his possible companion right at it.
"Te veo, pibe!"
Side note: I thought Skies' smoking habits were a secret.
>>97222She sighs
"I don't know where she is, I haven't seen her tonight. She'll turn up soon enough I am sure"
>>97223None in this car at the moment
>>97225>>97220"Well then... what now? They are looking for somepony, and I hope they misspoke about who it was. We need to get out of here before this becomes a major incident."
The 20s work in mysterious ways
I have to crash, but I should b availble tomorrow too
>>97225Dark star looks like he is going through a small patch of despair
"the unicorn i said she was fucking is probably with her. where do you think they are? why would she leave me? where is she? why does she hate me i love her so much. i hate myself for being alive."
>>97228She sighs
"I don't know. You will have to figure that all out on your own. If she was with a unicorn then I wouldn't be surprised if they went back to his place or a bar"
>>97229Dark Star in his drunkenness and despair collapses to the floor and starts crying.
>>97229Uh... >>97224 needs a little attention.
>>97230She walks up to him, and asks
"Does somepony need to take you home?"
>>97224Hit
>>97232Iron cackles in pure adrenaline.
"Ahí voy~"
He has a big smile on his face, akin to a crazed lunatic like Skies usually does. He starts galloping straight to the other assailant to knock his or her lights out.
>>97232Dark Star crys even harder
"I Dont have a home anymore. fucking mayor gave it to ziggers"
>>97234She sighs
"You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. And don't say the 'Z' word"
[1d20+5 = 16]>>97235Dark Star does a spot check on the room
>>97235I feel like you lost interest in the dream already. Sorry about that. Promise I'll interrogate this other pony after pinning him/her if that's the path you want to take.
>>97236No Skies to be sure. Then again, much of his vision is obscured by tears and the mare. There are no bottles of alcohol available
>>97237Let me deal with this
*a bardic stallion wanders down a dirt path, whistling (somehow) during his wander*
*he is Parvell Stummenhoov and has never stayed anywhere long, he counts amoung his friends a lute, a chainmail jacket, and a rapier. for one can never trust these harsh lands*
>>97238"I wish i had died that night"
He's practically sobbing now
>>97240An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day...
>>97240A new character? I wasn't expecting that.
>>97240Welcome to our crazy game. We are a bit separated on various quests right now, but I look forward to getting to know your character.
>>97241She leaves from beside him
>>97240The streets are illuminated by
electric street lamps demonic magic in the late night, with crowded buildings to either side
>>97245Dark Star puts one of his guns in his mouth
>>97246She comes and grabs away his hoof with telekinesis magic
"Celestia, do I need to take you to a ward?"
>>97245*Parvell leans against a building and begins to strum his lute*
"Be awake be brave and love yourself"
"Never let anyone take form you the beauty you're worth"
Don't wait, you're no book on a shelf"
"never question the reason, or the beauty of your birth"
>>97251Nice rhyming there.
>>97251A pony looks at him as she lopes on by
>>97252"Because you're a danger to yourself"
>>97254"Why do you care? No one else does."
>>97253>>97253 literally just made that up on the spot
>>97255She sighs again
"Sober up and Stallion-up. Put that gun away"
>>97257>>97255>>97254*he hears a commotion*
"hey fella what's wrong?" he says to a nearby poner with a gun
*he strums a small bit*
>>97258Uh... Sure, why the hell not
>>97257"She was right about everything. i'm nothing but a worthless colt who will never amount to anything. my dream of protecting baltimare and all the other ponies on this planet is impossible. all i deserve is death. she's better off with him any way."
>>97258"Who are you?"
>>97260"Look, whatever your issue is, it doesn't involve or concern
me, okay?"
>>97260>>97259"My name is Parvell and I can't help but feel like this is a bad situation so just give me a 10 count and tell me what's wrong"
*proceeds to play some soothing music*
>>97262"I Want Die."
The pony says drunkenly
>>97263"That seems counter productive friend"
"tell me what's wrong"
>>97264"My life is a sad joke, i've lost everything and everyone. i'm better off blowing my brains out."
He hears extreme hurt in in this pony's voice
>>97265*Begins to play a more upbeat tune*
*subtley casts inspire courage*
"No one is better off like that, that pain is within your mind, honor your lost loved ones by finding a new life. Want to die? fine, kill the pony who cries, and then rise from those ashes and find the courage to conquer your fears. do things that the colt you are would never do. Fuck it fight sharks, climb mountains, fight the greatest of evils. Fear? you just had a gun in your mouth, that's a 100% death rate. Fear should mean nothing to the new you. I believe if you truly want to die that your death can have new meaning. By not dying, by letting yourself become a new Colt."
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>>97266>ManWrong universe
Brie scans the corridor, looking for more threats and making sure he has an opportunity to retrieve his two blades from the most recent corpse.
>>97270Be award that my parents are dragging me to church this morningAt the moment there seems to be no pony in the corridor. Bare in mind that the corridors are off to the side, so he cannot see through a window in the vestibule to another car... he can only see inside his own
>>97271Thats fine, no hurryBrie grabs his knives, and drags the body into his room with the Lings.
"Ich weiß nicht was los ist. Wenn ich raus gehe, schließe die Tür hinter mir ab und vertraue keinem, der versucht, sich hineinzudrängen." he tells the two, while retrieving his other two daggers.
I'm still more than a little dumbfounded and shaken by recent events>>97272Unfortunately, the body leaves a trail of blood as is it pulled across. There is at least room in the cabin for both... barely. Wesley stares on in curious horror, while Kerr comes closer to sniff the body of the pink mare. A dead pony isn't exactly edible to the parasites. Nevertheless, Wesley is the first to speak
"Okay, wir werden die Tür nicht öffnen"
>>97279what recent events? Also
>blood
ShitDoes the cabin have towels? Brie adopts the appearance of the pony he killed from the hallway, and looks out the cabin window to determine where their position is on the bridge.
>>97283Yes, there are towels inside of the bathroom... And probably bodies underneath it
It looks as if the train is parked almost perfectly over the bridge, with the rear observation car being over the end, and the locomotive, mail, and one front car being over the other. Naturally, that means that Brie's car is closer to the end of the gorge
>>97284No, the towels are for the blood in the hallway. But yes, the bodies are getting stuffed in the bathroom. Is there water at the bottom of the gorge?
>>97285The towels do not have blood on them at present. The angle of the view from the car window doesn't permit looking straight down, but judging from the scene further away from the bridge, it appears that there is a small river at the bottom of the gorge that is maybe 1/3 of the maximum of the gorge and isn't very deep.
>>97286After stuffing the bodies in the bathroom, grabs the towels and goes into the hallway to try and clean the blood.
>>97287Roll die
Does he wet the towels in the bathroom sink?
[1d20 = 5]>>97288Yes of course he does. He's had to clean up blood before so he wouldn't be a newb about it.
>>97289Uh... Does he have some kind of modifier? Because that's not the best of luck
>>97290What's the category?
gulp
>>97289>>97290He's having better luck than someone had in cleaning up vomit>>97291Leaning towards Int
>>97279I feel you. This is retardation levels no mortal can attain without having lived two or more lives.
>>97293Whaddya mean? Unless you mean what I'm doing, what happened?
>>97292+2
>>97291With another towel, more water, and a new dice roll, he may be able to clean up the now wider spread blood stain
>>97293I have so much I want to say but should probably not say it>>97294A seven is not quite enough to clean it up, but probably enough to not make the situation worse
>>97294Oh plz. You're doing great. Don't worry about it too much.If you really want to know, it's Dark Star playing the victim card really fucking hard.
Not saying more than that.
[1d20+2 = 3]>>97296Oh, I missed that bit>>97295Rolling
>>97297Maybe it's not too late to spread blood all over the carpet evenly, so it all looks like it was dyed that color
>>97300Hmmmm. Brie collapses on the bloody carpet, closes his eyes, and waits.
>>97301A pony (looks like a passenger) briefly opens a door nearby, looks over... and then goes back inside his room
>>97303>>97301Well, that worked. Still super duper sneaky.
>>97303I'm surprised that worked. Brie knocks 2x then 1x on his cabin door.
>>97305I mean... What would you do in that situation? Anyways, Wesley opens the door
>>97306"Danke"
Brie stashes the bloody towels and then returns to the corridor, and makes his way toward the front of the train.
Was the rear observation area open air or did it have only windows?
I have a bad feeling about this
>>97308Brie is damned near stabbed by Kerr - who lies in wait off to the side - before at the last moment he realizes that is Brie.
The rear observation area has windows on it. At this exact moment, there is no pony in the hall
>>97309K. Making his way toward the front then.
I figure this is going to be difficult no matter how I slice it, but he's better off being seen as a guard who's now dead than running into "himself". I get a bluff check this way,....
>>97310Alright, let me just try to confirm this. He is heading to the front of the train rather than the observation car. Also, is he using the Corporal's form or the Bartender's form? I'm assuming the former?
>>97313Yes, the Corporal's. I'd hate to run into the real bartender looking like him. And yes, toward the front of the train. Has he observed any open air-area in the train? What about the vestibules, can they be cut open, or used to access the outside of the train? He's running through scenarios of escape as he makes his way.
>>97314Each train car, in the area where the corridor connects to the vestibule, has a pair of doors - on on each side - in the front portion of the car. Whether the vestibules can be cut open is uncertain. There are no open air cars, all of the train has windows.
He is able to walk down the car through the corridor without interruption. In the next car, a pony looks out a cabin (a passenger) but quickly closes it. When he gets to the dining car, there are no passengers, but at the far end stands one pony - burgundy earth pony brown mane - wearing an arm band, who looks at Brie. He seems generally nervous. Yes, he has a gun, which remains on his side
>>97315>>97314Resistance fighter. Keep your guard up and stay cool.
>>97316Meta, I don't know that
>>97317Weren't you with Spark?
>>97318He won't be available until later
>>97319No. I meant that you were with Spark when the knocking happened. They pretty much introduced themselves as resistance fighters.
>>97315Brie speaks to the man with the armband. "Any sign of Lavender?"
Bluff
>>97321>>97322"No... Lavender went back that way some minutes ago" he says
>>97323Brie nods and turns back toward his cabin. Are there any cabins PAST his?
>>97324Yes, half of the cabins on the train
>>97325Brie does the 2 knock, 1 knock on his own cabin.
>>97326Wesley opens the door again
>>97327Entering the cabin, Brie reverts to his normal appearance.
"Bist du hungrig jungetiere?"
>>97328"Nein"
"Wir könnten essen..."
They're Changelings. They're never not hungry
>>97329Brie reverts to the Corporal's appearance. "Gut. Verkleide dich als Ponys in diesen Uniformen und komm mit mir."
>>97330The nymphs try to adopt larger forms - Kerr, into a White pegasus, and Wesley into a grey Unicorn... not necessarily any just
any grey unicorn. However, both don't seem to quite have the size right, looking like maybe teenagers. They are larger than their normal forms, so obviously they are not limited to their true size, but at the same time, being as large as a full adult proves elusive to the two. Kerr plagiarizes Brie's uniform, and Wesley uses the pink mare's arm band
>>97331That'll do. "Okay, folge mir nach. Wir werden sehen, was wir herausfinden können, wer sie suchen, und mit etwas Glück finden wir ein paar Ponys, von denen Sie sich ernähren können."
>>97332Again, they look just a little too young... but it'll have to do.
The two nymph's eyes briefly glow blue green, and Wesley almost starts to drool before they follow Brie. Kerr asks
"Okay, wie viel dürfen wir ihnen nehmen?"
>>97331D'aww. Silver must have really made an impression on Wesley.
>>97333"Töte sie nicht, aber füttere sie auf jeden Fall. Wir müssen möglicherweise den Zug verlassen. Wenn wir das tun, weiß ich nicht, wie lange es dauern wird, bis Sie wieder füttern können."
>>97335"Ich werde nicht töten..." Answers Kerr
Wesley nods
>>97336"Herrlich. Folge mir dann. Ich werde Sie wissen lassen, ob die Situation es Ihnen ermöglicht zu ernähren."
Brie leads them back into the corridor, and knocks firmly on the next door in line.
>>97338A chalkish colored grey-white earth pony opens the door and looks out
"Didn't you already search here?"
>>97338>>97339Wait. Next as is
further down the train?
>>97339"I'll ask the questions." Brie attempts to push his way into the cabin.
Fug, shoulda grabbed the carbine
>>97340Yes, that was the idea. I was assuming they had checked all the cabins leading up to theirs.
>>97342>>97341He is pushed aside, but otherwise offers no resistance
>>97343Brie scans the room. How many are present.
>>97344In that room, just the one
>>97346How big is the cabin? Is it the same size as the one Brie and the Lings have?
>>97347Actually, no. the difference is that Brie's room is special for having enough room both for the bed that lays perpendicular to the window, but also another one that is horizontal to the window. This cabin only has the couch that allows a bed to come down, plus the bathroom and a smaller chair. So slightly smaller
>>97349"Where are your traveling companions?" Brie asks sternly
>>97350This makes the stallion
afraid. His ears droop
"Travelling companions?"
>>97351Brie's eyes narrow. "Yes, where are the ponies you are traveling with?"
>>97352He blinks
"I am travelling alone..."
>>97353Brie walks to the door and plants himself in front of it. He slowly pulls out two of his throwing knives while saying: "Very well. I'm going to give you a choice. You can allow these two to feed on you, and you will live to recover from it, or you can attempt to call out for help and I will kill you. I don't want your life and neither do they, so please don't make me take it.
>>97357"Fahren Sie fort, Jungetiere. Denk dran, töte ihn nicht."
Somewhere on the train, a crystal masquerading as horse wakes with a hangover
>>97364Hi. It seems you're missing something.
>>97365Well that was odd....
>>97366Now I feel more confused.
>>97367Shhhhhh, you saw nothing. Nothing at all
[4d20 = 48]>>97361The two nymphs walked forward, just a couple feet away from the Stallion and to each side, definitively pinning him in the back of the cabin.
He has a look of absolute horror on his face. Brie's words had been enough to let him know exactly what was going to happen to him - or at least, to imagine what was going to happen to him. He had probably never experienced it. Though there is nowhere to run, he backs up against teh window, then falls on his back, shaking. He spread his hooves apart, then holds them up... as if that would some how protect him. His eyes widen as his pupils shrink to nearly nothing in anticipation of what follows.
Kerr knows by instinct and by experience - and for that matter, by Brie's words - that he may not have the chance to eat for another two months. He may never eat again. Without faith in a stable future, he looks upon the meal before him. There's more fear than love on the surface. Hopefully, he when he can break through to what lies beneath - dig into this pony's soul and inner core - he'll find more palatable feelings.
Wesley is the closest to feeling any kind of empathy. Looking at the expression on this pony, who is backed into a corner and will soon be drained of any joy, Wesley can almost imagine himself in the same position. Almost. Wesley isn't really hungry, having fed many times earlier in the day. But if that pony is going to be drained for all he has, Wesley was going to make damned sure he got his 50%.
Kerr starts, moving forward, and sucking out a stream of purple magic from the pony. Wesley moves forward and sucks out a larger stream, prompting Kerr to up his take as well. The pony rwrithes in evident agony, and looks up at the roof of the car, before starting to flail his limbs about. He tries to cry out, but nothing more than a little air comes out. Whether he is silent for fear of Brie, or because the ability to cry has literally been taken from him is hard to tell. The magic itself gives off a light, almost lighting up the room, as the ponie's coat - already a grey - becomes even duller. His coat sticks closer to his chest as it looks as if he becomes more emaciated. It's almost like he is aging before them. He collapses on the floor, his tongue hanging out as his eyes remain open. The two changelings continue to suck on his for
several seconds after that, only eventually stopping.
It's not entirely clear they obeyed the whole "don't kill him" part
>>97364Don't worry. There's still plenty of shit left to go down
>>97371"Und du bist sicher, du hast ihn nicht getötet?"
>>97372Kerr looks over at the pony lying on the floor, and taps him with a hoof
"Ja. Ihm wird es schon gut gehen."
>>97373"Gut. Lasst uns in unsere Kabine zurückkehren."
>>97372>>97373Good, Brie. Good. Soon you'll embrace changelinghood.
>>97375“Sehr gut”
They nod, and follow Brie, leaving the stallion lying there on the floor
>>97377Before leaving, Brie places the stallion onto the bed and tucks him in.
"Best to give him the appearance of sleeping" he Eeee's to himself, before leading the Lings back into the cabin.
Pointing to the carbine, Brie asks "Jeder von euch weiß, wie man eine davon benutzt?"
>>97378The stallion’s eyes remain open, but he is able to be placed on the bed. He looks almost emaciated.
Kerr and Wesley go back into the room. Wesley says:
“Ich habe noch nie einen erschossen.”
He struggles to hold the carbine with glowing green telejenisus energy. Kerr, meanwhile, is examining and prodding the other rifle
“Wie halte ich eine Schusswaffe mit Hufen?”
>>97369Onyx wakes up to a room that is empty besides him. It is very dark outside, must be after midnight. The train has stopped moving. There is a knocking on the door
“Open up”
>>97381The knocking doesn't help his hangover
"Go to bucking Tartarus"
>>97382“It’s the Everfree resistance and we are searching this train. Open up your door, we mean you no harm.”
>>97383Onyx's eyes shoot open
"Alright, one minute"
He tries to ignore the ass whipping he could get for helping changelings as he reaches for his halberd.
Once he is holding it in a position where it can't be seen from the open door, he opens it.
>>97384A pony comes through almost immediately, gazing to each side and holding a carbine. She has a plum purple coat, magnolia colored mane, and with no horn or wings must be an earth pony. She waves the carbine around, including briefly pointing it at onyx, and takes a good look at him
How crystally does he look?
>>97385Medium, hangover isn't helping while the nap was.
>>97386She looks at him more intently
“Are you a crystal pony?”
>>97387Onyx doesn't look in the mood for this
"Are you purple?"
>>97380"Schlägt mich. Wenn Sie es verwenden könnten, würde ich vorschlagen, dass es wirksamer ist als die Wurfmesser, die ich Ihnen gab. Ganz gleich. Ich werde weiter nach Informationen suchen. Sie kennen den Bohrer."
>>97388“Yes”
She opens the door to the bathroom, while pointing her gun forward and in
>>97389“Welche Formulare sollten wir verwenden?” Kerr asks
>>97390Onyx looks out the door to see if anypony else is following
>>97391"Willst du mit mir kommen?"
>>97392None are immediately visible outside the door. Just her. Spark is missing
>>97393“Sollten wir?”
Kerr blinks
>>97394"Ich muss vielleicht noch mehr töten, bist du dabei? Ich würde es hassen, wenn du verletzt wirst."
[1d20+5 = 20]>>97394The purple poner suddenly feels the flat of Onyx's halberd across the back of her head.
-4 for nonleathal attack
>>97396That's kinda rude.
>>97395“Ponys sind gefährlich, aber sie sehen aus wie Soldaten, die unsere Bienenstöcke zerstören wollen. Ich kann gehen, wenn Sie nicht glauben, dass wir Ihre Pläne durcheinander bringen.“
>>97396That escalated quickly...
Hit, roll damage
[1d6 = 6][1d10+8 = 12]>>97397Onyx prefers the government the way it is, and doesn't want changeling smuggling on his record>>97398Rolling
>>97398"Wenn Sie sich damit auskennen, habe ich kein Problem."
>>97396Yay! We can die together!
Brie leads the Lings out of the room and knocks on the next cabin door in the line.
>>97399Yep, she’s knocked right the fuck out. That’ll teach her
>>97400“Dann werde ich folgen” Kerr says.
Wesley follows. Not even Chrysalis would have sent that insect into combat, but Wesley evidently would rather be killed than be a coward.
When they get to the next door, they hear a voice back
“What do you want”
Female, young, a little irritated
>>97401"Hmmm, I expected more of a fight"
Onyx then heads out of the room and wanders around, seemingly not knowing what stealth is.
>>97401"Open the door. We're looking for a specific pony. You will not be harmed."
>>97403She sighs
“Ugh, fine”
She opens the door. 10 seconds later. She’s a lemon yellow Pegasus, and she looks like she has been sleeping
>>97402At the moment, and I mean,
the moment there is no pony in the hall. The lights are on
>>97404"Are you Lavender?"
>>97404Onyx continues to wander around, hoping to find a familiar face
>>97405“No? My name is Mertle Berry”
>>97406After a few feet, he sees a pony come out of a room. This pony wears a legband with the Equestrian flag, and has a white bandana around his neck. He’s a black earth pony
“What are you doing?”
>>97407"What are you doing?"
[1d20-2 = 0]>>97407Sense motive
"Thank you, sorry to bother you" Brie steps away from the door and moves to the next one.
>>97410The changelings move forward to the door, and Kerr bumps his snout on the door as it closes
>>97408“Sir, we need you to go back to your cabin”
>>97238Any sign of silver?
>>97266"ye know that might be right. thanks i feel kinda better now."
Holy hell, they buffed the shit out of the Changelings in EaW. Used to be their attack would stall sometime after taking Shire if it was AI vs AI. Now, they're handedly beating the combined forces of Equestria, the Crystal Empire, Stalliongrad, and New Mareland.
>>97411"And if I refuse?"
>>97413Yeah, I’ve noticed. They used to lose in like 5 months every single time. Now, that is less common, and it isn’t uncommon for them to take literal years to lose the war.
>>97415He sighs
“Sir, it’s a measure for your safety.”
>>97411"Du hast gerade gegessen. Komm schon, wir suchen jetzt nach Informationen." Brie walks up and knocks on the next door in line.
[1d20+10 = 20]>>97416"For mine, or for yours?"
With this, Onyx swings the halberd down on this other horse
>>97412"Glad I could help brother. Do you need company on your adventures?"
>>97417“Okay...”
*sad parasite noises*
The next door, when knocked on, is answered with
“Yes? What’s going on?”
>>97418Hit. Roll damage
[1d6 = 2][1d10+6 = 10]>>97420Aye aye captain
>>97420"Please open the door. We're looking for a pony named Lavender."
>>97422inb4 lavender is codename to Twilight Sparkle.
>>97419"Sure, i was looking for my marefriend. She's a Blue Pegasus from nimbusia. I think she might be with a Silver unicorn."
[1d20+5 = 17]>>97421He’s hurt, but not out
“Oh you are going to get it!
>>97422“Oh, sure”
He opens it, and is startled to see Brie
“Are you EAF?”
Beige earth pony
>>97424*nudges the recently sad poner*
"Alright friend lets find her."
*he looks around to get his bearing*
>>97425"To be honest, no. But I want to know why they're looking for Lavender."
[1d6+3 = 4]>>97426He gets hit with the butt of the gun
>>97427It’s the lounge of a fancy hotel. How he got there, who knows. But he’s there
>>97428“Whonis Lavender? Did a passenger go missing? Is she a criminal?”
[1d20-2 = -3]>>97429Sense motive
>>97427"We got in a pretty bad fight earlier. i'm worried."
"Don't know, sorry to bother you."
Lather, rinse, knock on the next door.
>>97430This is not a good day for you. Sheesh.>>97429This place sure got busier.
[1d20+7 = 12]>>97429Onyx does his best to ignore the red mist growing in his vision, and the pain in his head, as he swings again
-3 for power attack
>>97430Suffice it to say, Brie isn’t learning much tonight
Wesley whispers
“Wonach suchen Sie?”
Next room
“I don’t have anything to be robbed of!”
>>97434Well... I think he hits. Barely, but he hits
>>97431"A fight you say?"
*the earth pony with no magic or other means of holding anything puts away his lute and pulls out a rapier and what resembles musical bow*
"LETS FIND OUR WAY TO VICTORY BROTHER"
[1d6 = 2][1d10+12 = 16]>>97435Hey, a hit is a hit
>>97435"Wer "Lavendel" ist"
Brie moves on to the next room.
>>97436Ave Victorium!
>>97437He is hit and knocked the fuck out... or killed. It wasn’t quite specified
>>97439Onyx snorts before moving along
>>97438Whispering
“Wonach suchen Sie?”
In the next room, they can hear
“Who is it?”
>>97440Which direction? To the front of the train or the rear?
>>97441"Are you Lavender?"
>>97441If there's a commotion going on in either direction he picks that one. If not he picks the rear
>>97444>>97442That's how Lavender would answer it! TACKLE HER!
>>97444>>97445No, this is Patrick
>>97443To the rear!
In the next car, he can see three ponies in uniform and armband near the end of the car. An ashen grey unicorn, a white Pegasus teenager carrying a carbine wearing a uniform, and a grey unicorn carrying a carbine who also looks young and has a legband. They seem to be checking rooms
>>97444"Please open the door. I wish to talk to you, no harm will come to you, but there are resistance ponies searching the train for you right now."
>>97436"To Victory!"
The Sad Edge hores stands up and extends his hoof for a hoof shake
"My Name is Dark Star."
>>97447Onyx decides he doesn't like these odds
"Any luck fellas?"
>>97441>>97444*follows behind giggling silently*
>>97448“Uh... uh... okay”
She opens the door. She is indeed a purplish color, albeit lighter. Her mane is kind of puffy
Also, it looks like sompepony to their side just said “any luck fellas?”
>>97451Okay, now I’m worried
>>97452Brie looks over to see Onyx. "Oh, its you. Don't mind the disguise, its me, Brie."
Brie turns to Lavender. "May we come in?"
>>97453Her eyes go wide
“Brie...”
>>97450He says he’s Brie in a disguise
>>97453And the other two... who knows
>>97453Onyx looks confused, but decides he has no reason not to believe him
"Good to see a.... Well, I guess it isn't a familiar face"
>>97454"You've heard of me?"
>>97449woops I misread this one*hoofshakes*
"I am Parvel the Bard. I shall help you with your people"
>>97456“Just now, you said ‘don’t mind the disguise, it’s me, Brie’”
>>97458"Ah well yes, my name is Brie. I'm not with the resistance, this is a magical disguise. May we come in? I would hate for actual resistance to come along while we're talking."
>>97459“Oh... Kay?”
She looks terribly confused and afraid
“What’s going on?”
>>97460"I'm not sure, thats what I'm hoping to ask you about. They seem interested in finding you for some reason. I honestly don't know the first thing about the resistance, but they have stopped the train and are roving around with guns looking for you, and I'd rather like to get rid of them. I figure talking to you might help make that happen."
>>97461“WHAT! Ponies with guns are after me? What resistance?”
She is definitely concerned
>>97462Brie shrugs (are we inside the cabin yet?)
>>97457>>97458"I appreciate it very much. my Friend."
Dark Star looks rather embarrassed
He looks over at the Unicorn mare and he gives her 10 bits
"I Don't usually Cry like that,I'm Sorry Miss.i'm sorry for the intrusion"
You said there was no sign of blue in here right gm? But what about Silver does it look like he could have been here?"
>>97463Yes. Yes they are.
>>97464No immediately obvious signs
She takes the bits
>>97465K.
"I honestly can't say why. I don't know anything about the resistance, I just know that they're messing with my travel plans, and had the nerve to try and order me around."
>>97465Can i roll another spot check? since he's not blinded by tears and a mare isn't blocking most of his view.
>>97467I’m going to leave it at this
>>97466>>97455“Just...” She looks straight ahead. “How do you know they are after me?”
It should be noted that the two changelings don’t have great etiquette around ponies. They are making odd faces at her
>>97468How about the dream filler Iron's having?
>>97468"One of them said your name while they were searching our cabin further down the hallway."
>>97469Let me get to it
>>97470“They did?” She asks. She’s definitely worried
“What do they want?”
>>97472
Um... what are you rolling for?
It’s “Dice 1d20” in the email field
>>97472
Either write dice (number)d(number)+(number) on the email field or go for [(number)d(number)+(number)] on text field.
>>97471"I don't know, but I have an idea how to find out. Please don't freak out, this is magic; I'm not a changeling."
Brie duplicates her appearance with his cloak.
>>97476“A FUCKING CHANGELING”
>>97475He definitely sees Dark Star
[1d20 = 18]>>97477"OMG DARK STAR HI"
>>97468"Again, Sorry miss."
>>97472"Maybe she's in this other room i saw."
Dark Star heads back out into the hall
>>97477"No, I'm not a changeling. Mare, its just magic." Brie says rolling his eyes. "I think I've gotten all I need from you. Lock your door and if anyone knocks, don't answer."
>>97478>>97479"Hello,parvel."
>>97479And thus, he goes back out into the hall
>>97480“Oh... okay...”
>>97481*Follows with my rapier pointed straight up*
>>97474Last I recall, Iron was throwing a bandito at another bandito, right?
>>97480Wesley asks
“Sind Sie sicher, dass dieser 'Lavendel' den sucht, nach dem sie suchen?”
>>97482"Thank you for your time." Brie motions to the Lings (and Onyx?) and leads back to the corridor, and from there to their cabin.
>>97482He goes into the room he heard the droning noise from earlier
>>97485They go back in to the room
>>97486The door is locked
>>97487Well, he hits him, knocking him down
>>97486"I must have been like SUUUPER drunk last night cause I don't even know how I got here"
[1d20+8 = 12]>>97488Iron charges straight into the second bandito with a wicked smile, fueled by the adrenaline of the fight.
"Vas a sentir dolor!"
He jumps up to deliver a swift stomp on the prone pony's barrel with all four hooves to fully knock him down nonlethally without mercy.
>>97490Praying hard that the pony only had 12 AC.
>>97488"Okay, hier ist der Plan. Ihr zwei wird mich dem Widerstandssoldaten den Korridor hinunterbringen, und wenn ich näher komme, werde ich sie töten."
Brie attempts to use his disguise to make fake shackles.
>>97489"you arent the only one"
he laughs
>>97488*Knock Knock*
[4d20 = 53]>>97490Fortunately, that guy is down. His comrade isn’t though
“BANG BANG BANG BANG”
>>97493No response
>>97492“Okay, was machen wir so genau?”
>>97494Three hits. How many banditos there is?
[1d20+5 = 15]>>97494He puts his ear up to the door and listens
>>97493"heh right?
my thing is tom collins and margaritas, you?"
>>97494"Hey open up asshole, or I'll play bitback until your ears bleed"
like nickleback but with bits\r
>>97494"Sobald ich angreife, kannst du das Pony erstechen. Bis dahin tun Sie einfach so, als ob Sie Wachen wären, die mich begleiten."
Did the shackles disguise work?
[6d20 = 69]>>97495Three known in total, but two are down
>>97496Not much clear sound beyond a droning sound
>>97499“Ich denke, wir können”
>>97499What Shackles disguise?
[6d6 = 23]>>97500That is the wrong die. This should be right
>>97497"i like a lot of different drinks but a good old fashioned Apple Whiskey is my favorite. i don't suppose you can pick a lock can you?"
[1d20+7 = 17]>>97500"Okay, lass uns gehen. Sei bereit."
Brie palms a pair of daggers, and leads their way down the corridor, headed toward the front of the train.
Bluff for acting like a freaked-out pony.
Since they're ponies, would it be 'frogs' instead of 'palms'?
[1d20+8 = 15]>>97502Alright. I'm pretty sure this last bozo needs one more of these dice rolls to end me if first bandito's damage was about 8 or 910 HP left.>>97494>>97500Hot searing pain is felt throughout Iron's entire body as the third bandito lands quite a lot of hits. He snarls, turning around to face this last member that dared shoot at him.
"Me hiciste enojar! Decile adiós a tus huesos!"
He charges at the last offender in a blind
non-barbaric rage to deliver a punch right on his chest nonlethally with all his might.
>>97507*contemplates using Matrix rules*HIT
>>97505Definitely
>>97504Well, he looks pretty freaked out
I take it he is heading to the dining car
[1d20+3 = 20]>>97503Are you seriously going to pick the locks of rooms operated by your government and employer to try to find a mare who - if she’s in there - has locked the door because she doesn’t want to see you now?
>>97509Pretty heavy hit, but he isn’t quite out. He slams the gun at Iron
[1d6+1 = 3]>>97509>>97510OOOH!
Hit!
>>97510"Oh hello, maybe. would that be a bad idea?"
[1d20+6 = 18]>>97512>>97510Iron laughs in Native as the SMG collides with his jaw. He doesn't even flinch at the bash, a smile crossing his face. He coughs a bit of blood from all the other wounds he's suffered so far.
"Ya veo porque usas tus jugetitos."
He suddenly becomes stoic as he raises his foreleg.
"Dulces sueños."
With that, Iron finally hooks at the last opponent with his raw strength.
>>97514As he enters into the room, the partisan rises to attention
“What’s going on?”
>>97515Via... con Dios
HIT, and knocked the fuck out
>>97516Iron pants slightly after the fight, having been filled with a lot more holes than he remembered he had naturally.
(Damn weaklings and their guns.)
He grunts in pain as he looks around for any last contenders that may want to shoot him while he's weakened.
>>97513The first part of
>>97516 is for you
>>97518None visible
>>97516"What do you want from me?!" Brie tries to sound as much like a shrieking pony as possible.
>>97521Iron walks to their unconscious bodies and takes their guns, putting them on his back. He then rummages their supposed belongings to see what they had.
>>97522The two changelings follow
“What. Who are you two? I don’t recall seeing you back at base”
>>97524"Tell me what you want from me!" Brie tries to maintain his attention.
>>97525Well, the guard is definitely looking at Brie alright, as well as the two following ‘soldiers’
>>97523Sone bits, a water purification tablets, an obsidian idol of some canine god, a sowing kit, a flare, anti-venom... actually a decent number of litlle items, really.
>>97527>Some bitsIron smirks as he stashes them in his pouch.
>Other little things"Hey Cauldron! Do you have a use for these things here?"
>Canine god idolHe stares in slight awe at the little statuette. He inspects it more closely as he presumes Cauldron checks the other little items.
>>97526Not answering though?
>>97529You mean answering Brie’s shouts to the pursuing changelings? The questions do not appear to be directed at him, so he wouldn’t answer. And the changelings.,. Well, they don’t speak the language
>>97528Cauldron looks over a log
“Did you find something?”
Yes, she is holding a seedling.
It’s a black model of sone sort of dog... a little thinner than a diamond dog, with large jade eyes. It kind of looks more like it fits with the culture of Sonambula, actually. It’s rekatively small, only twice or so the size of Iron’s hoof
I feel like a number of players who were formerly not kill are now kill
>>97531Darn it. I just got back too.
>>97530Uh, they kinda WERE directed at the partisan
>>97530Iron nodswith bullet wounds all over his chest and sides as he's dragging the banditos and piling them up.
"It seems these ponies were packing many things that
may be of use, but I am unsure. Take a look at their pouches."
He resumes staring at the idol he left on the ground as the SMGs clank on his back.
(Why would some banditos carry something like this? It does not seem like them to worship a possible deity. Maybe they stole it from a tribe nearby?)
>>97533I’m seeing a scene where Brie is running from changelings disguised as soldiers
>>97534“Woah.... I thought I heard something”
>>97535I was more having them escort him as though he was already in custody of sorts. I was hoping to glean some info out of the partisan before I kill him.
>>97535Iron chuckles.
"It hurt my poor little ears," he says as he voluntarily flops them around.
Finishing the body pileup, he goes to the idol and picks it up, trying hard to remember many of his elders' classes to maybe get a hint on who it belongs to.
Is Pavel here?
>>97536Hmmm
They are disguised as random ponies in uniforms, right?
>>97537Xototl, god of Death, a monstrous dog that either guides the dead on their journey to the afterlife, or rains down fire from the heavens
>>97539Iron's faces turns to horror at the now fully recognized deity, his eyes turning to pinpricks as he
really respectfully places on the ground and backpedals the length of a foreleg.
(Why do they have
this deity in particular? Shit!)
He turns to Cauldron.
"Cauldron, do you have something to tie ponies down on hoof? I need to interrogate these idiots!"
>>97542*places the idol on the ground
>>97541F
Now get out of this meta gaming path
>>97540Alright, let’s try this again
>>97542“Huh? Oh, yes. Some shirt rips here, some twine here...”
She hands over said instruments
>>97544"Tie them up. I need to ask them a few questions about their belongings, with force if necessary."
>>97544“Short ropes” damn it
>>97546>>97545Since she's a rogue, she'll do better at it.
>>97544>Now get out of this meta gaming pathWhat?
>>97548He knows you're trying to witness SilverSkies fucking.
>>97545She shrugs
“Alright”
And ties up the three ponies
[1d20+11 = 21]>>97550He plants the three captives in a line.
In the mind of a native, he believes that only one thing could wake up a stallion: You slap his face.
Thus, he slaps the face of the first assailant that fired his SMG at him.
>>97551He’s pretty slapped alright
“Que? Que?”
>>97552He glares quite hard at the conscious pony, as if he said her mother was actually fucking more than his father.
He points at the idol
"¿Donde conseguiste esto?"
>>97553“No te voy a decir una mierda”
[1d20+8 = 23]>>97554Iron raises an eyebrow.
"Ah, si? Sabés que tenes muchos huesos que romper aún. ¿Estás absolutamente seguro de que querés sentirlos todos quebrados?"
*snaps out of his stupor*
"sorry I was in a post hangover stupor what was the question?"
>>97555His eyes go wide... so very wide
“Está bien, está bien, te lo diré. Hubo un sitio arcgelógico que algunas universidades contrataron en el sitio más allá del agujero del fregadero. El líder bandido quería robar el lugar, así que fuimos allí. Cuando llegamos allí, encontramos un campamento sin ponis en él. pero este ídolo estaba sentado en el suelo en medio del campamento, así que lo tomamos.”
>>97540Um...
>>97557He returns!
>>97556Iron feels like something really bad has happened back there. It could probably mean there's a great danger coming this way.
"¿Cuál de ustedes tres es el líder?"
>>97559“Ninguno de nosotros”
>>97534He laughs just a little
“No nos deja pronunciar su nombre. Para ti, él es "el rey de los bandidos".”
>>97562Iron rolls his eyes.
"En donde está el sitio que robaron este ídolo?"
>>97563He first says
“Ten cuidado. Él puede cortar eso.”
Then he says
“Más allá del valle, a través de la colina, mil pasos más allá del agujero del fregadero”
[1d20+11 = 30]>>97564Iron ponder for a bit, then smakcs the pony into unconsciousness again.
He turns to Cauldron.
"If you have something to write, write what I am going to say: There's an archeology site following the valley, through the cliffs and a thousands steps further of the waterhole."
He pants slightly.
"I will not mind you giving some health potions if you have them. As soon as we check out the plae, the more likely this idol can return to its rightful place."
>>97557"I asked if you knew how to pick a lock."
[1d20 = 17]>>97566"Absolutely brother"
*pulls out my pick set and starts on the door*
>>97565"Huh?" She looks confused again as she looks away from her seedling and then towards Iron
"Oh, yes."
She then digs through her pack, pulls out a journal, and starts to write in it. She doesn't seem to need Iron to repeat the phrase he said before to write it down.
>>97567*click* the door lock clicks. Only a few seconds pass before
"What in Tartarus are you doing?" A white unicorn mare with bright red mane curled up into balls asks. She is wearing a blue uniform. Yes, a police mare's uniform
>>97568Iron blinks.
"Wait, did we stock ourselves with healing potions just in case we ran into predators?"
Is anypony available tonight?
For some reason, I feel like revisiting the cringe from a few days ago
>>97572I wouldn't recommend it tbh.
>>97570Yer mom's available tonight
Maybe, not sure yet
>>97570So... are you still up for the mystery of the dog idol?
Yeah, I'm here for a bit. A few hours at least
>>97577Sure
Cauldron looks at Iron, does a sort of half grin, and says "I don't have any healing
potions per se, but I did pick up some of these leaves. Chew on them and it should help you a little
She hands over some leaves from her pack
>>97578Alright. So Brie is trying to run in pretending to be a prisoner in the dining car
>>97579Iron gladly takes the leaves and chews on them with gusto, not really seeing the issue of eating these leaves.
>>97581They are... well, they definitely have a painkilling and stimulating effect. Iron can reasonably believe he can take a bit more damage now. For good measure, Cauldron takes out some bandages
"Let me stop the bleeding..."
>>97579Let me explain. Brie had expected the two disguised Lings to present him to the partisan, at which point Brie would bombard the partisan with (appropriate) demands for information, explanation, etc., before sticking at least two knives in him.
Aaaaand ACTION
>>97582Iron nods and presents his shot-up body to the zebra.
"We may have to cut our botany trip short. Something is going down that could probably kill us for that one idol. However, they may grant us some sweet money if we willingly search them and give it to them. Do you want to go gain some
real money?"
>>97570I'm here, even though there's not much for me to do right at the moment. Maybe I'll try my hands at coming up with a story about Silver or one of his family members, or creating a new creature for the GM to torment us with.
>>97568*bard instincts kick in*
"Well hello there"
>>97584"What?" She's stunned for a moment. Another moment passes, and she seems to relax a bit.
"Well, less of a vacation than a business opportunity... but this may prove interesting nevertheless."
>>97583The bugs understand enough to go forward at about the same speed as Brie, stand behind him, and not say anything
>>97585Soon enough
>>97586"What are you doing?" She asks
>>97587Iron smirks.
"Precisely. Now, follow me. The bandido gave me the directions to the place they stole it from."
With that, he goes along, making sure the SMGs and other valuables are carried.
>>97588She shrugs
"I'll try to get in some plant finding along the way"
>>97589And thus, Iron proceeds to follow the instructions of the bandito to reach the archeological site.
>>97587Are you waiting on me? Brie rushes into the mess-car "frantic" because he's "being herded/apprehended" by two "resistance guards"
"Who are you?? What do you want from me??"
>>97591"Who are
you?" he asks
>>97590This may take a while, the first section goes over a larger hill. At least the undergrowth is a bit thin here
>>97592Iron especially takes his time in order for Cauldron to forage for any good herbs for healing and other effects.
>>97592"My name is Lavender! What have I done? I don't know anything about the resistance, why are you after me?"
>>97594"Lavender? The fuck? The rookie pinkie earth pony?"
>>97587"I'm helping my new friend improve his life and find his people"
"I can help you too, would you like to be my friend?"
I flirt
[2d20+8 = 36]>>97595Seriously?
Okay fine, double attack (not sure if it counts as a sneak attack since he's facing Brie straight-on) so just modified 20s, the 2nd at -4
>>97596She giggles
"You mean the drunkard?"
>>97597Looks like a hit and a hit
>>97593Oh, she's looking around alright
>>97599Iron sneaks some glances at the zebra as she does her true hobby.
(I wonder if she likes the little detour.)
[2d4+2 = 4]>>97599The plus two is for the combined modifier for masterwork, its not +2 for each roll
>>97599*siddles up next to the white mare*
"now see no need to be hurtful, this here's my good friend and he's just trying to take the edge off with a little pick me up"
*extends my hoof*
"Names Parvel, and you miss...?"
\r
>>97601Hmmmm... You aren't looking to take extra damage for surprise round?
>>97602"You can't go into these rooms, sir. And the name is Darla"
>>97600She really seems to enjoy these surroundings
>>97604If I can have extra damage for surprise, I'll take it. Do they count as sneaks?
>>97604This brings a big smile to the native.
"Have you found something interesting?"
He keeps track of how long until reaching the site.
>>97605Well... that's what it would be. An opponent is flatfooted if they are lower on the initiative in combat
+4 for mundane damage,....
>>97609Brie changes his appearance to mimic the dude just killded
"Leichter als ich dachte. Seien Sie vorsichtig, wenn jemand auf uns schießt, möchte ich, dass Sie zwei zurückfallen."
>>97604"aw don't worry darlin Darla, I'm just a simple bard trying to restore order and help my fellow pone"
*he smiles and winks*
>>97613She smiles back
"You do not open these doors"
>>97612"Okay"
Kerr tries to taste the stabbed guy... He gets nothing
>>97614"And why's that now? What ya'll doing in there anyhow, anything I could help you do or find?"
dude check discord
>>97615She moves back, and turns her body to him, while raising a rear leg
"Because this hotel is Blackhooves headquarters, if you weren't aware. Most of these rooms are restricted"
>>97614Brie grabs the knives from the newest corpse,
frogs them and slowly makes his way toward the front of the train.
>>97616I know it's filler, but it's getting quite interesting.
>>97617The next couple cars are uneventful. Ponies seem to be in their rooms. However, a few of the doors seem to be cracked or broken
>>97619Brie continues, foregoing the urge to appeal to anyone in need of assistance.
"I'll use the PA, if we get there" he EEEE's to himself.
>>97620He finds something a bit different looking through the vestibule of the last car. It's a coach car of some sort, and more than a few ponies standing in it appear to be wearing the uniforms and leg bands
[1d20 = 13]>>97616"blackhooves? what's all that now darlin? and what's ya doin there, I'm not gonna hurt ya."
*he flashes a dashing smile*
>>97622"Oh don't play dumb. You can't be here"
>>97621How many are we talking?
>>97625Six in the car that can be seen. They seem to have a prisoner
[1d20 = 11]>>97624"Nah I dunno what these blackhooves are, maybe you should tell me all about it I might be intested to help"
*walks slowly around her*
>>97628She lets him take the walk around her, but not at all letting him escape her sight. Her turns her head to him. Smooth coat, long flowing red mane. Blood red
"Where have you been the last year?" She asks
[1d20+2 = 11]>>97626Can Brie determine which of the ponies killed was the ranking officer? (its an intelligence roll I assume)
Rolling
Can he change appearance without being seen?
>>97630None of them were officer over all, and the ashen grey unicorn (the second one) was the highest ranked of those
>change appearence without being seenI mean, he can just step over two feet to the side and do it, so he isn't on the other side of the window
>>97631I'm not sure which one was the second one,... I would assume you mean the partisan, which is the one I interpreted as being ranking,....
>>97632The one wearing the uniform in the hallway outside of his room that he double tapped after cutting him down, and left a blood stain on the carpet
>>97633Oh, well then fuck the partisan, resuming HIS appearance (that was the Corporal yes?)
>>97634Correct, the same form he's been using for about 80% of this
[1d20 = 13]>>97629*his light brown mane falls over his white coat as he paces*
"Well see now darlin I like to travel, understand to see what I can see in the world but I don't like much to sit still and become part of any one bit so if something happens and it's fleeting or recent it escapes my notice. you on the other hand could not escape my notice, say the word and I am your servent"
*he makes a small bow before her*
>>97636"Hehehe, my first command for you is, step away from that room"
>>97635"Ich werde versuchen, einige von ihnen nach hinten abzulenken, und wir können uns auf diejenigen einlassen, die hier sind. Sie könnten sich dabei verletzen. Bist du damit einverstanden?" Brie asks to the Lings.
[1d20 = 14]>>97637*He moves away but keeps his eyes on her*
"as long as I can follow you forever my fire haired lady"
>>97639"Let me take you outside"
>>97638"Ja, okay" They agree
[1d20 = 14]>>97640"Lead away my lady as long as it's not a horrible trap where you lead me to some kind of bunch of enemies who wish to hurt me"
*follows along behind her slowly*
>>97641She walks down the hallway a little further, until she gets to some doors, which she carefully unlocks. She opens the doors
"After you"
[1d20 = 1]>>97642*He pulls out a lute and runs his hooves up and down the strings*
"is this a nice safe location I can serenade you in my lady?"
>>97643Nah, just typing out an idea for a creature.
>>97644We you trying to charm her? Because with that dice roll, you failed
>>97646I've been leaving the dice in the feild cause im stupid and lazy so I mean. yes but also I wasn't rolling for it so...
>>97647"I need to go back to duty" she says
[1d20 = 16]>>97648"aw I can help you with your duty, which is what?"
*light strumming*
>>97649"Night guard duty" she responds
[1d20 = 3]>>97650"Oh well then I suppose you're some kind of law lady, want help gaurding?"
*He walks up to the door*
>>97651"No thanks... Do you need something?"
[1d20 = 18]
check discord please
[1d20 = 15]>>97652"Listen darlin, I'm a strong supporter of the blackhooves, I wander into towns, learnt he local gossip and I pass info back. I'm not what you'd call an actual agent, but the I can really help"
*strums louder*
>>97654She looks at him, and tilts her head
"I'm not a member myself. I am an officer of the Baltimare PD, and i work here as a guard sometimes for the overtime pay. It's safe enough work for the money. If you really, really want to contact somepony, maybe I can find somepony inside?"
Not sure if we would ever be able to use this creature in this particular game, but what do you think?
Leapworm
Size/Type: Small Vermin
Hit Dice: 1d8 (4 hp)
Initiative: -1
Speed: 15 ft. (3 squares), climb 15 ft.
Armor Class: 10 (+1 size, -1 Dex), touch 9, flat-footed 9
Base Attack/Grapple: +0/-3
Attack: Bite +2 melee (1d4+1)
Full Attack: Bite +2 melee (1d4+1)
Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft.
Special Attacks: Weakness, Leap, Viscous Discharge
Special Qualities: Darkvision 60 ft., Tremorsense 60 ft., Waterbreathing, vermin traits
Saves: Fort +3 Ref +0, Wil +1
Abilities: Str 13, Dex 8, Con 10, Int -, Wis 12, Cha 2
Skills: Climb 5, Hide 7, Spot 5
Feats: Weapon Finesse
Environment: Underground
Organization: Pack (2-4), Colony (5-8), or Swarm (9-12)
Challenge Rating: 1/2
Treasure: none
Alignment: Always Neutral
Advancement: -
Level Adjustment: -
Leapworms are annelids that are as wide around as the average pony's head, as long as the average pony's hindleg, and with a large maw filled with razor-sharp teeth. They prefer to reside in cool, damp, underground caves and dungeons. They hunt in packs, and prefer as their meals the various corpses of animals or people that haphazardly wander into their hunting grounds. They can breathe freely underwater, and can hide themselves almost anywhere cracks can be found in walls. They prefer to hunt by jumping on and ambushing their prey in difficult-to-escape hallways and small rooms, or by hiding inside large corpses or corpse piles. Listening closely in their hunting grounds, one can hear the faint sound of hissing coming from their hiding places.
Weakness (Ex): Leapworms produce a jelly-like substance inside their body that is delivered to their victims through bites. Those hit by a Leapworm's Bite attack must succeed on a DC 12 Fortitude check or suffer a -4 penalty to their AC for 1d6+2 rounds.
Leap (Ex): When 20 ft. or less away from their target, a Leapworm will leap to place themselves in a square adjacent to their target. Doing this is considered a move action.
Viscous Discharge (Ex): Upon death, a Leapworm will let out a high-pitched squeal and discharge a heavy amount of jelly in all adjacent squares. Any opponents in these squares must succeed in a DC 12 Reflex check or take 1d2 damage. A failed check requires an additional DC 12 Fortitude check to avoid Weakness. Other Leapworms are immune to this damage.
Skills: A Leapworm has a +4 racial bonus to Climb and Spot checks, and a +8 racial bonus to Hide checks.
[1d20 = 17]>>97655"The only person I want to help, aside from those who wish to establish a world for the future of our children, is you. is that idea so repulsive?"
>>97657She smiles
"I guess not"
[1d20 = 18]>>97658"See now darlin was that so hard?"
*presses a small stone in your hoof*
"This is a sending stone, we can send messages once a day to one another, so give me a thought sometime. Now where are we going now?"
>>97659She looks down at the stone, and gives of a brief laugh
"I have to work"
[1d20 = 1]>>97660"ok but where am I going you lead me to a door, which leads...?"
>>97661"I'm sorry, what?"
[1d20 = 2]>>97662you lead my character to this door which we have yet to go through
>>97642
>>97663"What do you think is in there?"
[1d20 = 16]>>97664"A bed to sleep? A bar? Thirty men who will try to kill me but they forget im a bard?"
>>97665She smiles at that
"The room will keep its secrets. If you want to come into contact with somepony from the Blackhooves... maybe. But I work now"
[1d20 = 13]>>97666*walks into the room desperate to know what's inside*
>>97667He's outside of the building now
[1d20 = 6]>>97668"God damnit..."
*turns back to the door*
>>97669She grabs onto him
"Uh uh"
[1d20 = 6]>>97670"My friend is still inside and also why"
>>97671"Let me get somepony else... You stay here"
[1d20 = 13]>>97672"I'm feeling attacked..."
*he said irritably*
*he adjusts his lute*
[1d20 = 1]>>97674*casts flare*
*Runs past*
[1d20 = 11]>>97676ah fuck
>>97677Did... he just light himself on fire?
[1d20 = 4]>>97678I dunno who's the GM?
>>97679He casts flare, but it dazzles both of them - not just her
"What the fuck?!"
[1d20 = 15]>>97680*falls over backwards*
"Ow my eyes! Sweet celestia the pain!"
>>97681"WHAT DID YOU DO!"
[1d20 = 13]>>97682"I was just trying to get past you cause my friend is still inside why god I'm blind!
>>97683"Damn it, I'll get him you bastard, just stay here"
Is Silver alive?
>>97685Uh
>>97686Weren't we having a trip to an archeological site to return the idol for profit, even though it's currently desolated?
>>97687I'm trying to end the nightmarish limbo at the hotel and it's fucking impossible. It's going to take a while longer to think of an entirely new, interesting story elsewhere
>>97688I understand. I think everyone else is dead, so I suggest you go to bed early today.
>>97691Came here just now.
[1d20 = 5]>>97693>>97694Skies dimsmounts Silver and leaves him be. Voices can be heard. Silver has to... cool down. After a couple minutes, he feels a pat on his shoulder
“Time to go” he hears wispered
>>97695Oh boy, that number is not a good number.
>>97695He nods and gets up off the couch. He's a little disappointed at being unable to finish, if he's being honest with himself. Not that he's ungrateful for having the chance in the first place, but starting and then being forced to stop like that is a little like feeling like you need to sneeze before your body just decides 'nope'.
He looks over to the pony who patted him (presumably Skies), and whispers back. "You lead, I follow."
[1d20+7 = 19]>>97696>>97697You’ll get her next time
It’s definitely Skies
“Stay low to the ground. Rush to behind that couch over there, then when I open the door, rush out that door.”
>>97698Oh boy. Am I getting napped by cultists?
>>97698That he will. That he will. For the now, he complies with Skies' orders. He continues his whispering, with a hint of anxiety from his next question: "Will I meet you back at your room, or...will I have to leave?"
>>97699Not yet
Cauldron, who has been almost disinterestedly following Iron, stops and raises her ears
“There’s something in the brush”
>>97700“Let’s leave this room. Then we’ll figure that out.” She whispers. She looks over the couch, then scurries to the couch she pointed at, and beckons Silver to follow. Assuming her does that, she moves over to a door, opens it, and motions for Silver to follow through. She keeps her head down low as she does all of this, like a cat or a dog
>>97701>Not yetWell damn.Iron's ears perk up as he hears Cauldron call out. He walks over to her.
"What kind of something?"
>>97701Silver keeps close behind with his head down, or, at least, as close behind as he can without stabbing Skies' in the rear with his horn. For his age and his size, he's surprisingly lithe and agile, which aids in him copying Skies' movements and following her signals.
>>97702"An animal" she says
>>97703I'm pretty sure his dex is higher than SkiesShe signals him to come out the door. Once this happens, she carefully closes it behind them. They are in another hallway, this one having tile rather than carpet, and appearing like the one he saw earlier in the day.
"Okay, we're away for the moment, let's go this way"
>>97704Iron is quite dumbfounded at why Cauldron would want to stop for a simple animal. Nevertheless, it could be part of his potion projects.
"Where?"
>>97705*be part of her potion
>>97705"...There"
It's a snake. A large damned snake, a dull green and brown color, partly hanging on a tree, and partly on the ground
>>97707Iron looks at it, measuring its intent and distance from Iron and Cauldron's position.
He already had quite a fight and he isn't sure that he can even withstand a bite if it dared attack.
aka not sure if I regained health or notRolling sense motive to get an idea of the snake's intentions.
[1d20 = 1]>>97708Sense motive check
[1d20+8 = 26]>>97711Iron's hair stand on end at this vile creature's intent of deflowering her not so literal.
He steps inbetween the snake and Cauldron and screams at the snake to back away.
>>97712*her not confirmed love interest
>>97712"Hiss!" it moves back a little, then slithers to the side
>>97704I get the feeling Silver's got the highest of the entire party, then.Also, gonna be a moment longer.He nods and follows her, glad to be out of the thick of it.
[1d20+8 = 11]>>97714He screams again at the vile, lewd creature to stay away from his mare to cement dominance like his dad used to say.
>>97715>Silver is leaving[YouTube] We'll Meet Again - Vera Lynn
[Embed]Skies continues cantering down the hall, evidently not believing their current position to be fine. She hangs her head and
almost cries/
"I just wanted to be cuddled..."
>>97716He lunges forward, and bites
>>97718>>97717Great. This is gonna suck. Damn sense motive forcing my actions.
[1d3+4 = 5][1d20+5 = 20]>>97716>>97718Roll oppose grapple. The damage is the +4
[1d20+10 = 25]>>977202HP squad hooray. At least it's not venomous.Iron wrestles for dominance with the snake.
>>97721>>97720The Snake fails to constrict Iron in its first lunge
[1d20+10 = 14]>>97722Who says Iron's not going to grapple the snake?
>>97723>>97724If that's the path Iron wants to go down, he's going to need a few more dice rolls
>>97726Touch attack, enemy attack of opportunity, opposed grapple roll
>>97727Wait, aren't failed grapple attack through winning the strength battle counts as a direct opportunity to grapple back the opponent who just grappled?
>>97717They don't make music like they used to.It damn near breaks Silver's heart to see Skies like this. He picks up the pace until he's trotting alongside her, letting her lean on him both literally and metaphorically.
>>97729They pass a few of what look like offices. One of them has a light on in it. After some feet, they get to an office that Skies starts to unlock
>>97728No. Why would they? He doesn't necessarily have a grab on the opponent
[1d20+6 = 16]>>97730Ohok. Normal punching it is.
Iron decks the snake for daring to bite his body with a powerful hook to throw him away nonlethally.
>>97730"Hmm? What are you going to do now?"
>>97731Hit
>>97732"I don't know... You could hide out in this office... What do you want?" she asks
>>97733"There are lot of things I would want, but right now I want only two: good company, and to see you happy."
[1d20+6 = 15]>>97735Iron snarls at the snake's perseverance in raping her mare.
He swings at it again to fully send him to the heavens.
[1d20+5 = 8]>>97736She hangs her head
"I'm not sure you'll see either"
>>97737>Implying his turnLol
Cauldron hits it with a shovel
[1d20+5 = 8]>>97738>>97737But fails to hit...
It bites at Iron again
[1d20+6 = 16]>>97739Miss
NOW IT'S TIME TO MEET SPACE, LIZARD RAPIST!
Iron snarls at the snake's perseverance in raping her mare.
He swings at it again to fully send him to the heavens.
>>97738The idea of being left alone seems to sting at him deeply, but he does respond by throwing a foreleg around Skies and pulling her into a friendly hug. "Does not mean I can not try."
>>97743The snake is punched, then slumps over
>>97742She is pulled into the hug, then closes her eyes and smiles before rubbing up against him
*coo*
>>97744Iron huffs in irritation from gaining yet another wound.
"You should have ran when you had the chance."
>>97744Silver reciprocates the affection shown by rubbing the side of his head against hers. "I love you, Skies. That means I will do everything in my power to ensure you are as happy as you can be, and damn anypony who objects to that."
>>97746She smiles at him, evidently more than a little relieved by his words and affection.
"Well what do you want to do? Go talk to Star? Stay here? Go home? Finish what we started?"
>>97747>>97746You know what must be done. Pick her up and plop her dwon on the bed and cuddle all night long.
>>97744>>97745He checks his bite wound and shows it to Cauldron.
"I am not quite sure if I need to be worried about this. Could you take a look?"
>>97748How'd you know exactly what I was going to do?>>97747"Me personally? I would want to sweep you off your hooves, carry you all of way back to your room, and cuddle you all through night like you deserve." He plants a kiss on her cheek, before his voice takes on a softer tone. "But it is also good idea we try to find Star, and talk to him. Try to get him to see reason, why what he said hurt you so much." He smiles at her. "Maybe we could even get him to agree to cuddle with us while we all sleep?
"But, whatever you decide we should do, whatever you want to do, I want you to know we will both do it." He takes one of Skies' forehooves in his own, and holds it. "Together."
>>97745>>97749She taps a hoof against the slumped python, then looks to Iron
"This trip has been kind of dangerous for you. Yes, let me mix together some herbs"
>>97750Your plan of using Skies to get in bed with Star is a noble goal, but I don't think it's going to work. I think Star's player is intent on breaking up with Skies in the most plot-derailing way possible, and not much else"D'aww... I don't know though..."
>>97751The actual reason is to fuck her marefriend while Silver binds Star to a table, forcing him to watch her supposed girlfriend love every inch of old unicorn dick as she screams and moans in ectasy. She'll scream how her stepfather never drilled her the way Silver did and flood the room with marecum.Most likely he wants to at least the PCs that can be together, together.Iron chuckles, sucking the wound from the snake.
"I know, right? Do not forget to pick up your herbs for your projects. If you need a test subject, I am definitely up for it."
But his mind still wanders about that idol dog.
(I need to go there. I feel like something will go even wronger if I do not.)
For now, he lays there, awaiting Cauldron's magical alchemical skills.
>>97751Rest in Peace, SilverStar. The ship went the way of the Titanic.Silver strokes the back of Skies' mane, himself unsure of the situation. "Can I let you in on secret, Skies?"
>>97753She looks into his eyes
"What is it?"
>>97752Her eyes glow briefly
"What was it
you wanted out of the jungle trip?" she says as she places plants together in a grinder, which she bothered to take along
>>97754Iron smiles.
"More food."
He chuckles.
"I felt that you would like to experiment with your potion making. It seems like you are quite fond of it."
>>97754"When I was young, I feared very little. There was fear for Storm's wellbeing, fear for my foals' wellbeing..." He mumbles out the word, "spiders..." before continuing. "All in all, I would consider myself fairly fearless pony. But, as I've grown older, I have had new fear rise to attention, one that has eclipsed all others, and only gets worse with every passing day. Of all few things I fear, what I fear most...is being alone.
"Normally, I can keep this to myself. I bottle it up so it does not affect me or others around me, normally. I do not even know it is there sometimes. But it still is, and sometimes, it just gets too much, and I break down. After you and Star left for fair...I broke down. I felt more alone than I ever have before. My foals were gone, you were gone...everypony was gone. I do not know fully how I kept going after that. When you invited me along to tavern, I was overjoyed. I was even more overjoyed when you invited me here. And now, after you asked me to be in secret relations with you? I could not be happier.
"I was not kidding when I say you are my clear, bright Blue Skies. It is more than just pet name. You literally help to chase away those black clouds in my mind, that eat away at my sanity and drive me further into that abyss of fear and loneliness. Being with you, even in this short amount of time I have known you, has been greatest time of my life in very, very long time. You are like blessing sent directly by Her to me. Star, too has much same effect, even if I am little bit cross with him at moment.
"What I am trying to say, is...thank you, for being here with me. I do not know how I could go on without you. And as long as you will have me, I will forever be here with you, and for you, for anything."
>>97755She gives off a smile halfway between amusement and a skies' style deviousness.
"Well... It's looks like I'm becoming almost your full-time pharmacist"
>>97756Like the song says,
"Keep smiling through,
Just like you always do,
'Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away."
She smiles then rubs herself against him
"I'm glad I could be the pony for you. It's great to see you so happy. You're so kind. So loving"
She moves past him, rubbing her tail on his snout
"Did you... want to find another couch?"
>>97757He breathes in the lavender smell of her tail, and Skies could almost swear the catchlights in his eyes turn into heart shapes. He has the dopiest, happiest smile on his face right now.
It's been 14 years since he has been in contact with any of his loved ones. 26 years since he last had a love to call his own. And now, he finally has both, right in front of him in the form of an angel.
>>97757Iron claps his hooves in satisfaction.
"And I am making sure you are fully equipped for my future mistakes."
He walks over to Cauldron and rubs himself on her side affectionately. He relishes on the touch, closing his eyes at the touch and smiling contently.
"I can tell you are a great mare to be around. Helping you out is the wisest decision I have ever made."
He half-lids them as he looks at Cauldron, now side by side.
"Do not forget to cook. It is also good for my health."
He chuckles and holds one of his hooves to his mouth to stifle it.
"
>>97758She walks in front of him and enters the room. At the end, past a mess of photos and papers is a coach. It looks kind of thin, and isn't remotely as nice or as comfortable as the one in the lounge, but it looks like it would allow a pony to take a nap on it. When Silver enters, she locks the door behind him, and closes the blinds, before turning on a lamp
>>97759She looks at him and smiles
"You don't have to tell me twice"
Oddly, Black Cauldron is missing, well, a cauldron for cooking. But she makes do, having brought along a smaller pot.
"Just try not to get killed before you heal"
>>97760Iron mock-gasps.
"What? Me, getting killed? Please. I am a master at barely being alive."
He chuckles some more as he awaits the magic.
>>97760Thankfully, Silver makes for a comfortable seat. Even if it's uncomfortable for him, he'll gladly make that sacrifice for the greater good. He lays down on the couch, on his back much like before. "Looks like you have plenty of work around here. Would you like some help with any of it, sometime?"
>>97761She stiffles a giggle, then falls down, bursting out laughing
"Bhahaha!"
>>97762She comes over, and lays on top of him, like a cat. She settles in, snug as a bug on a... pony.
"Much of my work requires a security clearance"
>>97763All he can do is shrug. All the more reason for him to join the Black Hooves sometime, he supposes.
Silver is as soft and as warm as always, providing a level of comfort that the couch he's laying on can't provide. Heat radiates from his body and coat, warming up Skies' belly and underside directly and washing over the rest of her as it escapes into the open air. "I suppose I should ask before we get started, so there is no confusion in middle of act: when I am close to culmination, do you have preference for where I finish?"
>>97763Iron stifles a chuckle at Cauldron's reaction, deciding to flex hid muscles to accentuate the hilarity.
"How can a pony be so good at not dying?" he snobbishly says as he poses.
>>97764She lays over him between his forelegs, and places her own forelegs around his neck and head, leaving her a little high on him, and giving enough room to move around and insert things on the other end. She tilts her head, and stares into his eyes with her own, lidded eyes
"You know how many mares want stallions to finish on their bellies, on their backs, in their faces, on their manes?
That's not me. Finish inside me, I don't care where."
>>97765She places some more ingredients in the pot, and stirs.
"Well, don't push your record."
She takes a scale off of the snake, and places it in the pot as well
>>97766He salutes.
"Aye, Black!"
>>97766There's a lot more holes than ass, pussy and mouth, you know?Ears? Nostrils? Manes, if they're long enough?
>>97767"Alright, drink this substance here"
She pours out a black, sludge like mixture into a flask
>>97769Maybe Iron will have better luck with Star, and can experiment
>>97766Silver quickly meets her gaze: he
likes this answer, and his Sword seems to as well as it quickly grows to full size and prods at the entrance to Skies' foal-hole. He cranes his neck to kiss Skies right on the lips, his tongue poking at the entrance to her mouth as if to ask for permission to enter.
>>97769>>97770Naval penetration, anyone? Or urethral penetration?
>>97770Meh. I was only trying to be a smartass.Iron takes the flask and chugs it into his mouth.
inb4 genderbend spell for some reason>>97771>urethral penetrationMan, would that hurt.
>>97771She opens her mouth, and lets his tongue pry its way in. He can smell her breath - wine and cigarettes. Skies backs into Silver just a little bit, as her kisses the edge of Silver's sword
>>97772Damn, it's disgusting. Like, tar
>>97773Iron tries to mantain a somewhat neutral expression. He makes sure to swallow every last bit of that thick liquid. His eyes dart around to see if there's a body of drinkable water.
>>97774Cauldron suppresses a laugh. There doesn't seem to be any water around.
>>97773She tastes a little bit like Silver does at the moment. He doesn't mind much as their tongues do something between a dance and a wrestling match inside Skies' mouth. The tip of his Sword rubs up and down her other pair of lips, getting it nice and polished.
>>97775Iron coughs slightly, finally swallowing the last of the liquid.
"Gods. What
did you give me?"
>>97776She becomes moist fairly quickly. He can feel her winking. She pushes her mouth onto his as she goes for a proper kiss, rubbing her tongue onto his. She doesn't wrestle so much, giving way to him. She continues lidding her eyes and looking into his, and lets her wings fall down and cover him.
>>97777She laughs again
"The sludge at the bottom of the solution. I can't believe you actually drank it"
>>97778Iron's digust increases as his eyes thin and his mouth makes a disgusted expression.
"Ugh."
To his credit, he isn't spitting it like mad or scrubbing his tongue and simply stands there completely mortified.
"You do have a potion to heal me, right?"
>>97778Silver has decided he likes this kissing much better. He's hesitant to break it up, but finally does after what feels like a minute when his Sword presses more firmly against her lips. His forehooves are placed on her flanks, and grip them firmly. "Ready?"
>>97780She gives him that devious smile
"I've been ready"
>>97779She does a sort of scrunchy, smiling face.
"Yes, let me pour it"
>>97781Iron simply shakes his head, chuckling to himself.
He walks over to the pot where he assumes the potion is.
(Have your fun. Soon I shall take revenge... whenever I can find a lake in this jungle and deal with that dog idol.)
>>97781"So have I." Gripping onto her flanks, he pulls her down slowly. The flare provides a bit of resistance, but slides in easily enough as her lips part for him. Silver (gently) impales Skies on his Sword, going down to his medial ring on the first entrance.
>>97783She clenches together a bit at first, providing some resistence. The she eases up, and allows him to slip in. She's very wet, although no doubt much of that is remnants of Silver's last passion session with her. She locks into his eyes as he does this, and her breathing changes
>>97782She pours more. it's much more liquid, and a greenish color
>>97784Iron drinks it again without hesitation.
>>97784"Unnnnngh…" Continuing to use his hold on her flanks, he slides Skies up and down slowly on his blade, from his flare to his medial ring. Up...down...up...down...
shlick...shlick...shlick...shlick... He matches his breathing to Skies' as she stares into his sapphire irises, a blue that is very reminiscent of the waters of the Notameme Sea, off the coast of the grand city of Nimbusi.
>>97786Her eyes damned near glow a deeper green, from turquoise to jade, or at least it seems. She closes and cleches every time he tries to move out, but lets up on the thrust in, cycling as if she is trying to keep him in
>>97785this has a sharp taste. Almost minty
>>97787It's an almost exotic color to Silver. Catching on to what she's trying to do, he thrusts in further, pushing his medial ring past her parted lips with a strong, low moan. He pushes in as far as he can past that, then hilts inside her.
>>97787Iron's face twists uncomfortably, but otherwise likes the little flavour.
(What stallion does not want to have his breath fresh to woo the mares?)
>>97788She closes her eyes, and opens her mouth in a silent moan. She tries to grab down on Silver, and now pushes into him, trying to get as much inside of her as possible
>>97789It definitely tastes like a breath freshener. But at the same time, he can feel the pain recede from his wounds
>>97790After finishing his chug, he feels way more relieved. As if he wasn't shot about 10 times and bitten by a snake.
"That really hit the spot."
He pulls Cauldron into a quick hug.
"Thank you."
>>97790"Aahhnn! Mmmph!" His breathing gets a little heavier from the sensations of her excellent muscle control. He swears he's being sucked inside her as she pulls him balls-deep, the large fuzzy sack pressed firmly against her anus. The tip of his Sword is finally pulled deep enough into her to kiss at her cervix, with his urethra pressed up against and perfectly aimed at the entrance to her womb. "O-o-oh G-goddesses...you...you are too good at this!"
>>97792She pulls away to give herself a bit more of a vertical angle, and using her powerful hind legs, pushes herself up a bit and back down, rolling her vaginal clench as she does so
"Thank you. I've had a bit of practice"
She smiles in her devious way
>mfw they're fucking again
>>97794The last one was interruptedOh hey, you're here
>>97793"A bit">>97794Horny teens nowadays, amirite?
>>97793He doesn't seem to mind the implications. He's too busy enjoying the feeling of being
milked by this wonderful mare. He leans his head back on the couch as some pre starts squirting into her womb. "H-how *pant* close are you *pant* by chance?"
>>97797"Oh, don't you worry about me. Just enjoy yourself."
She continues, up and down
>>97791"Now... what was this about a dog?"
>>97798He very much intends to do exactly that. More pre finds its way past her cervix, bringing a more literal meaning to 'milking' in this case. His Sword twitches and quivers inside of her. "I...I do not know...*pant*...h-how much longer..."
>>97800She briefly pushes away and sits all the way up, where he can see her teats. She smiles, then leans back over him placing a hoof to either side. She goes up and down on him again, and clenches on him in her rythmic way
>>97799Iron releases the hug and pokes his chin.
"Do you remember those guys I beat up not too long ago? It seems they were holding one of the... more darker idol deities of the tribes here. They said they found it desolate on an archeological site with nopony to be found."
He scratches his chin some more.
"I believe that if we return this to its original place, we will get rewarded handsomely. It should not be too far away, according to the captive we left tied up. Are you up for it?"
>>97802".... Who is rewarding us exactly?"
>>97801His breathing becomes unsteady, and he can't help but give needy little thrusts up into her. The flow of pre suddenly stops, and his cockhead flares and twitches inside of Skies. He's close.
Very close. "I...I'm gonna...!"
>>97803Iron ponders for a moment.
"I believe that the site is desolate because they were picked off for tampering with the temple. If we give it back without a fight and very obviously, we could gain favor with them
and maybe get special breeds of flowers, as well as a botanist like yourself that could share recipies and practice."
>>97804In the moment before these, like with skies sitting on Silver's lap, she has this comfortable look on her face, like it's exactly where she wants to be. Now, when she hears this, she picks up her pace, then slams against him placing him deep inside. He can feel a very firm clench against his base, while her vagina expands deeper inside, as if pulling him in. She forces her mouth on him in a kiss as her wings, both of them, extend outwards
>>97805"... Who is them?"
Then her ears twitch
"All sorts of flowers are unique to ruins... let's go!"
>>97806Iron beams.
"That is the spirit! Let us go!"
And thus, he starts marching towards the archeological site.
>>97806Silver moans into her mouth as all of the pressure that had been building up is finally released inside of her. His Sword is pulled as deep as it will go and unable to move at all with the firm clench around the thick base, the cockhead pressed firmly once again up against her cervix, and he practically explodes inside of her womb. Every one of the six or so large loads of foal batter is unloaded directly into her womb, the tip of Silver's Sword acting like a stopper against the cervix to keep it all inside Hardly a drop of baby gravy falls into her love canal. She almost feels like her belly has inflated a bit as her womb is filled to the brim. It's a warm, filling feeling to be sure. Not quite as tingly as pure, concentrated liquid magic, but it's nice all the same.
>>97808She shivers more than a little at the feeling, and her wings twitch. Still, she clenches down firmly, and tries to milk him for more. She kisses him in a way that is, well, less pleasant than earlier, as she sucks his breath into her.
She grabs down on his head to make sure he is in lock with her.
>>97807And thus they go, as the forest gives way to thicker brush, they encounter a new obstacle: a river
>>97809Though the following strands are weaker, her milking produces results in the form of more seed. Now she definitely can tell that she's inflated a bit from the sheer volume of cum and the limited capacity of her womb to hold it all. As soon as his Sword stops plugging up her cervix, she just knows it's gonna come flooding out into her vagina and out her rear. His eyes roll up into the back of his skull as he continues moaning right into her awaiting mouth. He couldn't move from this spot if he
wanted to.
>>97810It doesn't seem like he needs to. Skies continues kissing on him, licking him some but also wanting to suck in his breath, with her breath cold like the surrounding air
>>97811She must be some kind of succubus or changeling at the moment, because she's absolutely drained Silver in this one go. She can keep milking him, sure, but after a couple more pitiful drops of precious seed, it seems like his balls have been drained for all they're worth for right now. He looks at Skies, content to lay there and share breath with her.
>>97812She continues the kissing, then pulls away and looks into his eyes. She never lost that smile, a smile that implies that though he may get close to her, and be friendly with her, he can't quite
possess her, like she always remains separate in some essential way
I was wondering when Dark Star would be finally cucked like the morose windbag he is
>>97814Hi. Haven't seen you in a while
>>97813The small part of Silver that hasn't been knocked loopy wonders if she gave Star this same look, and if it's just a part of Skies being a free spirit. The rest of him is too engrossed in the afterglow to be bothered with that.
He wraps his forelegs around Skies as his Sword begins to recede. Although her belly remains swollen, she can feel foal batter flow through her cervix and into her love canal, glazing Silver's cock as it shrinks back. Only the still-thick base is keeping the tide from flowing out, though it surely won't last long.
>>97815Been really busy with real life and will catch up to the adventure soon. Last time I checked in Star was behaving like a faggot and was spooned.
>>97817yeah, that's basically what happened. He rejected a perfectly good Stallion, so Skies took him.>>97816Hopefully there's not that much, but it looks like she's not going to be able to avoid a mess altogether
"I take it you've had enough?" She says
>>97818He attempts to stabilize his breathing before responding. "It is scary...how good you are at this...I think I will...need rest...before Sword is ready for 'combat'..." With a *
POP*, the base gives out, letting a small, thick, white waterfall run out from her lips and onto Silver's crotch. He looks at the rope slowly pouring out of her snatch. "...do...you need help cleaning?"
>>97818The offer is still open to Star whenever he wants to take it. There's a perfectly fine, wise, fluffy unicorn stallion waiting for him.
>>97819"... Yes"
D'aww, he's so loving and forgiving
>>97820"Well, turn around, then. I know of at least one way to help you out."
He's got a lot of love to give.
>>97821She clenches down on Silver's sword as it falls flaccid, then plops out, as she stands up
"Well then..."
She tries to turn around in the couch as best she can, and then crouch down over him
>>97822Silver places his forehooves on Skies' flanks, and brings her lips right onto and over top his muzzle. He catches the rope of cum in his mouth and stops the flow out of her pussy. His nose wrinkles at the salty, bitter taste and the almost-slimy texture: he's heard before it's more pleasant when it's not your own semen, with some stallions even having their own unique flavors to them, though he hasn't had an opportunity to try that theory out. Still, he slurps down the rope and begins to actively
suck the creampie right out of Skies' vagina like a trooper.
>>97823.... Not the first time Silver has eaten cum todayShe lets go, and some of the fluid simply pours out as eases up.
On her end, she starts licking away, and cleaning up the mess around Silver's crotch with her tongue and lips
>>97824Kek
>>97825Well, not directly.Silver continues his clean-up job, taking the opportunity to get a few licks in on Skies' clitoris at the same time. His Sword gives a couple twitches, but remains flaccid and still shrinking back down into his sheath at a steady pace.
>>97824Kek.
>>97826She carefully licks and cleans him, although she takes a few opportunities with her mouth - like placing his entire sword in it - that suggests she was looking for a bit more
>>97827His Sword does react to this action, very slowly starting to regain its length and girth. Once Silver can't feel any more drippage coming from her snatch, he flattens his tongue and gives her exposed clit and outer lips long, broad licks, all the way up to her anus.
>>97828She winks in response, but continues sucking on his member
>>97829He continues to lick, while wishing there was some way he could help Skies out.
…
...Well, there is that
one thing. That might work...
Skies would be surprised to find a tingly sensation in her mouth as his Sword and sack are enveloped by a magic field. The stimulating magic flows through his member and his coin purse, giving them a second wind. His Sword quickly regains its stature, and his balls swell back to their regular size as if they were full of semen once again. Silver himself seems surprised by this.
>>97830She removes his dick from her mouth to say
"Find the energy you've been holding in reserve, Silver?"
>>97831He looks around Skies' flanks to get in view of her head, flinching a little as he finds out that using magic to give life back to one's cock and balls makes them kind of sore. A mixture of Skies' fluids and a small amount of his own semen coat his muzzle. "...In way. I do not think I have other one of these in me, so...make good use of it, I suppose."
>>97832"Would you rather I not?" She asks
>>97833"No no, go ahead. I just hope this will be enough to 'quench your thirst', so to speak." His Sword twitches in her grasp.
>>97834And thus she places the whole thing in her mouth, rubbing it with her tongue as she presses her cheeks against it
>>97835He lets out something between a groan and a moan. He enjoys the sensation even through the soreness. He returns to look at the meal before him, taking the clit in his mouth and suckling on it as if he was a baby foal feeding off of a nipple.
>>97836Her clit winks in and out, as she's clearly stimulated and enjoying this. She washes his sword in salviva as she continues cleaning it, sucking on it and pressing it firmly against her cheeks. She moves the end of her tail to just touch the edge of his head
>>97837He thrusts once slightly into her mouth, a slight taste of pre tantalizing her taste buds. He gives her a deep suck on her clit, letting it go with a slight
pop.
>>97838She continues moves, and backs into his muzzle. Meanwhile, she places him as deep into her as he can go, moving her mouth up and down on him
>>97839Silver breathes in deeply of her scent before beginning to lick and eat out her insides. He keeps his muzzle in constant contact with her walls, rubbing it up and along the sides. His Sword reaches the back of Skies throat, where she can continue to feel it twitch slightly.
>tfw you're tired as fuck but you want to reach a good stopping point before you go to bed
>>97840She continues, bobbing up and down on him, harder, faster and stronger, licking and sucking. Fluid continues to slowly ooze out of her vagina, both hers and Silver's
Oh, she's bringing him to a stopping point alright
>>97842Shhh
It will all be over soon
>>97841A large spurt of pre going down her throat and a more rapid, intense twitching and quivering of his cock signals that he's getting closer, even if he's not quite at the edge yet. Silver moans into Skies' tunnel of love, and like the good trooper he is he continues to provide Skies with the highest quality cunnilingus he can.
You got that right.
>>97844She gives a sort of giggle, heavily muffled by the object in her mouth, as she continues going at him. Intensely, more intensely. Her wings spread out down to the floor.
She continues winking until she clenches shut, and more fluid comes out in evident orgasm. As she does so, she give one last, long suck
>>97845It's more than enough to push Silver over the edge. He moans into the bear trap also known as Skies' pussy, with his face tightly clamped into its current position as she plasters him with fluids. Meanwhile, he thrusts into Skies' mouth. His cock flares up as he reaches orgasm, cum hitting the back of her throat and going down her gullet.
Interestingly, Silver's horn flares up, magic sparks coming off of the protrusion and disappearing with little pops like fireworks.
>>97846She pulls her mouth back a little, sucks off, and swallows, before pulling a bit more and licking off more. This continues as long as necessary. With that, she claims the last of his magical sex energy reserves.
>>97847Silver is well and truly spent, by the end of it. His Sword quickly shrinks back into its sheath, sore yet satisfied. His balls, having been drained of damn near all the semen they had to give, similarly shrink back into the fuzzy sack they call their home. Finally, he pulls his head out from Skies' pussy, trails of vaginal secretions keeping the two connected. He slumps back into the couch, breathes heavily, and gives Blue a tired look, as he manages to get only one word out: "...Satisfied?"
>>97848She turns around and looks to him with a grin that is utterly malign
"If that's everything you have"
>>97849His head only again slumps into the couch with a groan. "...You are as insatiable as Princess Cadance…"
>>97850"Haha..."
She turns around, laying on top of him, but also sort of between him and the back of the couch
"You are good with your tongue, your magic and you sword, Silver Sword." She wraps her legs over him in a kind of caressing sort of way
>>97851He quietly laughs, lacking the energy for anything more. "You are not so bad yourself, Blue Skies. You have undeniable control over your body, and you certainly make for amazing orator." He wraps his forelegs around her in an embrace. "I think I will take night-long cuddle session on bed, if that is still available option. There is little better than post-coital cuddles."
>>97852She looks at him in his eyes
"We'll see what is available"
>>97853He smiles and nods. His maw opens up in a great yawn. "...Damn, I am tired. Feels like it is rather late in night."
>>97854"It is... where do you want to sleep?"
>>97855"I suppose I would like to sleep with you in your bed, if that is option. But I can sleep here on couch if it is not."
>>97856"No... You can sleep in my bed. I'm just wondering where Dark Star is, and if I should see him before the night is over"
>>97857He smiles again at her, and moves like he's going to get up off the couch. "I hope he has not gone off too far."
>>97858She ponders
"Do you think I should find him by myself?"
>>97859This is a question he would need to ask himself. In fact, he does exactly that. "...Well, I suppose that is question. If we both go see him, our words will carry more weight. But there is chance my presence might anger him." Silver finishes getting up (or rolling, in this case) off the couch. He rubs the back of his neck some more in thought. "If you decide to go see him, I will go with you, I think. I want to be there to provide support for you. Otherwise, we can just head up to your room, cuddle up together, and sleep."
>>97860She blinks, and looks at him
"Maybe he's still back in the hallway or somewhere around down there"
>>97861"Possibly. If you will have me, I will gladly accompany you in looking for him. Your bed will always be there, after all."
It's official, I can't keep my eyes open anymore. Passing out. See y'all tomorrow.
[1d20 = 10]>>97809Whoops, kinda died.Iron inspects the river obstacle, placing a hoof inside the water to see how deep it is and how strong is the tide to see if it can be swimmable.
He looks around for any sort of shallow enough water to simply cross by.
>>97814>>97816>>97818I Fucking hate all of you unironically
>>97814>>97816>>97818I Fucking hate all of you unironically
>>97864To be completely fair, you could've handled the argument way better and that Brie-repellent event wouldn't have happened.
Or you know, just cuddle when she asked you to cuddle.
>>97866why would i want to while shes fucking silver on the side?
>>97867I honestly can't answer that without getting hate from either you or the GM. Do what you must.
>>97868I take this response as meaning
1. She was never a great waifu in the first place
2. You brought this upon yourself
>>97870Only thing to add is maybe GM should've made Skies stop with the lewding the first time but that's way too far into the past to do anything about it.
Just a little reminder if this ever happens again.
>>97869She was a Great waifu once
>>97872She never was a great waifu to begin with.Just a mare with many flaws that would be actively avoided by most ponies.
>>97873You’re just salty that her first interactions with Iron was to call out his bullshit “I’m so great, I’m so much better than anyone else, you need to pay me” when he hadn’t even done anything
>>97874I concede it's partly that, but she's still not a great waifu. Not even a decent one, unless you're one of those types that only wants sex with no strings attached.
It's all about what she has to offer for me. What can she do? Throw knives, shoot guns, be sneaky, be a good liar and get easily persuaded to be fucked by anyone who has a deep enough sob story. That's it. Do
you want to stay with that kind of mare in the long run? Nevermind the fact that she smokes and has a
very poor relationship with his relatives aside from her mother, both big red warning signs she's a bad choice to waifu due to possible emotional instability.
Granted, her character is not fully explored yet. Maybe there's a facet of her that'll make me have an improved opinion of her from only neutral. For now, she only is a trouble magnet that stallions should try to avoid.
>>97875Are you seriously going to hold the smoking against her? I was unsure about giving her that trait in the first place. It was supposed to be a way of showing stress release and “I’ve had enough of this bullshit.” This is a 1940 setting, back when smoking was widely accepted and the dangers unknown.
She’s a police officer basically, sometimes and undercover agent and sometimes a detective. She’s employed. Whatelse do you need?
>>97876Even in the 1940, smoke smells bad, made your breath stink and your voice gravelly, so it's still unpleasant without all the adverse health effects known. It makes sense, but that doesn't mean I'm supposed to like it.
As for what I need from Skies? You're the one to decide her fate. I'm pointing out there's a lot of flaws she has without many pros to begin with, therefore making her not a great option to waifu.
>>97877Dude, in 1965, 50% of the American male population smoked, as did 33% of the female population. People do it because it has a calming effect. Fuck off. Also, she’s not smoking around others
>>97878She didn't want Dark Star to smoke
>>97878Why would that change anything? It doesn't get rid of the bad smell they make from being smoked. Besides, I can bet at least half of smokers do smoke at first due to peer pressure then got hooked to the nicotine.
I only care that she smokes to begin with. No matter the justification, it ruins some of the physical appeal by intentionally worsening your breath.
You're not going to make Cauldron a smoker just because of this, right?
>>97877>>97880Then fucking don’t like what you don’t like, and stop shitting all over everyone else who does like it for liking it. You spam like 100 spoilered posts everything thread, Jesus Christ we all know your preferences because you post them constantly. We fucking get it, Skies was the instrument of pointing out your munchkin behavior, and you haven’t forgiven her for it.
>>97879>>97880Skies is not intended to be a great waifu, or really, a waifu at all. She’s not even intended to be likeable. All of my NPCs - Skies, Cauldron, Marery, Kerr etc. are intended to be representations of a part of the world and a reflection of the environment. That’s all the NPCs are. They are extensions of the world building. They are usually symbols of something or synecdoches of something bigger.
Skies role in the world building is that she - uniquely - is a refugee, created by cultural and political upheaval abroad. That has affected her personality and made her jaded while motivating her connection with the blackhooves. The fact that she is a foreigner is intended to be a representation of how the blackhooves are having difficulty recruiting from the native population of Baltimare because they are not popular.
Skies is
a refugee, and a
reactionary. Her existence is proof that
The world is in chaos and
The Blackhooves are not popular in BaltimareBlack Cauldron is intended to be somewhat normal. But in particular, she is intended to be working class. Most especially she works as a criminal while having a workable talent in alchemy. She is thus a representation of the poverty and underprivilege of the working class of Baltimare, to show that the industrialized economy is actually doing a poor job of providing opportunities for the population. She doesn’t even want to be a criminal that much, but she does it because she has limited other options. It shows that the Waterfront gang is taking advantage of the underprivileged by providing some means for advancement in an otherwise ossified social order. She has vaguely leftist political beliefs for obvious reasons, and generally doesn’t care much for politics. She is also a second generation immigrant, and thus has a dual identity, trying to hold onto her older culture, but also is fairly well assimilated into the culture of Baltimare. Her family life is reflective of the conservative cultures of African and Islamic nations.
Cauldron is
under privileged, working class, and
has a dual cultural identity. Her place in the Waterfront gang is to show
The Waterfront gang is exploiting poverty for its recruitmentKerr and Wesley are intended to be representations of the average Changeling of the Changeling hegemony in adolescence. They behave in many ways like normal people to give a “human” element to the enemy always chaotic evil race. Their behavior is intended to be a reflection of peculiar Changeling biology, their terrible experience with ponies, and the indoctrination the hegemony places upon them. Their ideology is basically that the parasitic nature of changelings means that changelings must either eventually raise ponies like cattle, or be exterminated from the planet. A sort of “great struggle.” It’s basically the mirror reflection of Dark Star’s beliefs about changelings. They don’t question these beliefs even as they have friendly relations with ponies, because it’s the culture they grew up in. Their status as sec slaves was supposed to show that Comte’s pedophila was so incredibly exploitative and evil that the one creature on the planet that ought to be okay with that, isn’t.
Kerr and Wesley are
Human, Vampires, and
prejudiced against ponies. Their purpose in the larger world is to show that
The Changeling Hegemony indoctrinates its citizens at an early age with a Changeling supremicist ideology and that
Comte’s Pedophile ring is so evil that even a Succubus would hate it.
I could do this with so many more NPCs. Abby Willows, who barely showed up, could take up another paragraph. And I could do the same for Marery, Father Maren, Seabreeze, Comte, Curwhinny, and so forth. This is besides the things I have left unsaid because of spoilers.
My NPCs are not “waifus.” They are not pets or possessions to be taken for the player characters. This is not the Doki Doki literature club.
When I create NPCs, I do not think “this character would be super cool” or “this character would be top waifu material.” Because none of the characters are intended to be. When I create an NPC, I think “what kind of person would be created by this kind of environment and set of life experiences,” or “what information about the world do I want to convey with this character?” That’s what characters are. A part of the world building.
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Jesus, the hell's been happening in the thread?
>>97881I get it. The characters in question serve to reflect a socioeconomical or simply social viewpoint apart than be individual ponies with their own hobbies and problems. This is why I only voice the flaws without really telling you to do something about them, because the world you create is yours to mold as you see fit. If you want to create a pony whose poverty and poor labor conditions lead him to become a communist ludite, that is acceptable too. He/she can be a bitter alcoholic and lost his brother in a factory accident, which the employer didn't compensate for, fueling his/her resentment and wanting nothing but revenge and justice.
However, do not mistake me waifuing characters as merely seeing them as 'pets.' They are big motivators and can easily sway the PC I use through said NPCs to do your planned quests and missions, especially if it benefits the waifu in question and himself. It's not that she becomes a simple-minded pet that gets jammed a piece of meat by le epic large dong poner, it's a sincere desire to improve the situation of the waifu and spend time together while doing so because the PC likes the personality, whether it was planned to or not.
Cauldron's hidden plea to practice her talents rather than fight and extort is quite a touching one to the point where I, the player, want to improve said pony's situation in any way I can. That is why I made Iron volunteer himself to help out with her flower picking at the jungle to boost her botany research. So that she can have an actual job to support herself and her family apart from the family restaurant. Do you consider helping out Cauldron with her botany research and eventually reaching a professional level with Iron's help treating her as a mere pet? I most definitely think not. Stating advantages and disadvantages in hooking up with people is a must in order to establish good relationships, from the 'waifu' veil to simple business relationships.
>>97883Nothing special, really. He's simply talking about his use of NPCs after a bit of poking at Skies' flaws.
>>97884Hey Do you have a discord?
>>97885You’re not doing this bullshit again
>>97887What i cant add Argentina on Discord??
>>97887Wait, what's happening? Am I being roped into a revenge plot?
>>97888You won’t even talk to us on discord, you fuck. You pulled out of the server
>>97890>Implying>>97891Hmm i wonder why?
>>97891How come the Discord there is so toxic, like holy hell what do you speak in there? I'm at the other RP Discord and it's quite chill.
>>97893I promise you, this is a revenge plot. He’s done it before. Look at
>>97892
>>97893>>97894Dude Chill. im just inviting him to the Campaign i run.
I give up. Fuck it, I’m done
>>97896and if i did have a revenge plot it would just be to shoot silver then myself.
>>97896So no session for today.
Have a good night and be safe. I still want Cauldron to succeed
Is Silver’s player still there?
>>97900What do you think?
>>97901I honestly have no idea what I'm supposed to think about right now.
>>97880>>97877This is still bothering me. The smoking scene was originally planned as a very different scene with very different implications where the smoking was only a secondary feature. What we got a bastardized version that I felt locked to put in after dice rolls for the sleight of hand.
POOF using my magical GM powers of -the-universe-is-whatever-the-fuck-I-want-it-to-be she is not a smoker. If she smiled in one scene it is literally the only time ever and because she had an extremely stressful experience she wanted to calm down from. Just try to prove she’s a regular smoker. Oh wait, you can’t, because there is no fucking evidence anywhere at al in the rest of the narrative that she’s a smoker. Is that better?
>>97904That still doesn't explain the sentnece about her secret, although I suppose it implies that she is a kleptomaniac more than a smoker if the smoking isn't the secret.
That's not exactly a better characteristic than a smoker tbh.
>>97905And no, it doesn't imply she's a kleptomaniac, and if you inferred that, you're fucking wrong. Fuck off
>>97906>>97907Then what is the secret she hinted at when talking to Silver?
You don't have to answer if it has some sort of plot relevance tho.
>>97908Have you ever seen a pair of scissors that was mostly plastered with rounded ends and basically useless for cutting paper and thought “who was the one child so mentally deficienct as to cut themselves with basic scissors, and force so manny of the rest of us to have use these worthless pieces of shit?” Or in the alternative, have you ever watched a movie, and saw some joke omitted, some plot point changed, or some other part of the writing toned down, removed or changed for the worse of the whole literary project and wondered what tiny group of shrieking housewives or petualant children on twitter bitched and complained about sone detail they didn’t like, forcing the writers or producers to change the whole product into some less well written version that deviates from the writer’s actual vision? That is what you may consider it. A flawed section of writing that is such because sone mentally deficient, petulant child threw a temper tantrum because some detail didn’t perfectly align with their personal preferences, so now the whole plot and everyone has to suffer.
>>97909You don't really have to take away and add stuff because I don't like it. If you did, Skies would be a completely different character. If you want her to smoke, do so. It's not going to seriously impact the dynamic between Iron and Skies aside from a little comment about bad breath if you ever so choose to leave the smoke breath to be spotted by Iron.
I think I get why you're doing this: You want Iron and Skies to get along in the very long run as she's linked to two other PCs. Am I wrong to assume that?
>>97910I don’t care what happens in character, so long as characters make rational responses to situations based upon their inner motivations, and are allowed to be authentic to themselves. What drives me insane is this insescent out of character heckling. Jesus Christ.
>>97911I'll try to limit the heckling, but it's a side effect of not having anything to do, among other things that should have subsided by now. Pray that no other heckle-worthy things happen constantly. Now we wait for train day to be dealt with.
>>97912No, you should pray that I don’t ban you from the game and the thread for your constant shit
>>97913I guess that, too.
Maybe we can do something tonight. Maybe. Who’s here?
>>97917Silver’s had quite a long and eventful day today.
He found that the two insects he rescued the previous day, whom he seemed to want to take as surrogate foals, had been taken from him. He didn’t get to say goodbye...
But there was a bright spot to it. A shining bright spot. After years of crippling loneliness, he found a pony. A pony who made his heart flutter. Whom he could pour his love upon. Unfortunately, Dark Star did not feel the same way about SIlver, and rejected Silver’s advances. Poor Silver.
His interactions with Skies at least have gone better, despite leaving her angry twice. She still takes a sadistic pleasure in outmaneuver he him in arguments, and she still likes physical contact
but not on the snout.
He also was nearly killed by a lake ghoul, spent almost all of his remaining money, maybe got a mare pregnant, and affiliated as many me too and incidents in a day as many politicians do in half a lifetime.
Quite a day
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>>97918Eeyup. Just a regular day in the life of Silver Sword.
>>97918It sure sounds like a busy day.
Don't forget his smokes got stolen as well.
>>97919Oh yes. Silver also tasted part of a pony’s soul. Turns out they are almost repulsively sweet at first, but then give you an incredible euphoria.
>>97920Also this
>>97921Are we essentially stuck until train time is over even for Silver and Star?
and that one bard that appeared out of nowhere?
>>97922I would like to get more players here
Since we’re in limbo again...
Wanna talk about what you want out of the next day in the game?
Wanna talk about Equestria at war?
Wanna talk about Changelings or whatever story meta?
>>97924>>97923I'm rather fond of Cauldron and I want to help her out on making herself a professional botanist. I also want the simple desire to win money by doing strength based stuff. What we were doing back at the jungle is a nice direction to flow towards.
Aside from that, maybe we can delve a bit deeper on gang-related activities to increase money flow to fuel the current main objective like doing some sort of kidnapping, maybe, since he's specialized at non-lethal combat.
As for EaW, what would be the easiest country to start with for a newbie?
>>97924Story meta wise, who was supposed to be the BBEG we're supposed to face? Commies, changelings, a mix of the two? Were we meant to go full Black Hooves at the start after the job? Can changelings simply ingest love when being directly loved to without sucking the hosts' and if not, could there be a way to do that given enough trial and error research?
Would changelings submit easily to ponies for love to the point of low-key slavery if taught that that's how they're supposed to coexist with the other species?
>>97924For the next day, I'm hoping I can actually finish this job for Blue. He's got two more potions worth of runs he can make with the money he has, so I'm hoping he can clear out the library in the amount of time they'll give him. Fingers (and hooves) crossed that Blue gives him a little bonus for clearing the library since it actually wasn't part of their agreement. That, and also since this entire deal with the catacombs has been a money sink if I've ever seen one.
After that, I have no idea. Maybe I'll have him join the Black Hooves, maybe I'll have him think on it while he looks around town for any jobs/different factions to join, maybe I'll have him decide to find what he can about where his children are.
>>97925New Mareland seems to be a good choice to start out with. They've got plenty of different paths to go down, and you've got a few years to prepare until Wingbardy finishes the "Demand New Mareland" Focus.
>>97927Any particular path I should follow to have a fun, easy experience?
>>97928Wingbardy will normally leave you alone, I've found, if you stay with Equestria, but you'll be trapped as a dominion for a while and you'll be stuck helping Equestria in the Great War. As a bonus, though, you gain access to a kickass Air Design company and an alternate Armor Design company, and some other neat bonuses. The Black Hooves offer the easiest of the Independence paths, I've found, with the MARESOC Communists close behind.
>>97924Got a meta question, even if it's not about the story. You said you don't want to explain how SMGs work for balance reasons, and it's sorta implied you don't want the PCs to be using them just yet. Will there come a point in the game when you'll be fine with one of us wielding an SMG?
>>97929Did you see how many dice you have to roll to use them, both to hit
and damage? That kind of damage could end any enemies' existence in a heartbeat.
Not sure if it would be so great against ghasts tho, unless the armor value is lowered to 15 or something.
>>97927Holy shit, he responded
>>97926This may sound kind of strange, but I didn’t precisely intend an antagonist so much as made the world, then you decide what to do with it, although some like Comte, Curwhinny, Abdul the Hegemony are kind of obvious villains
>changelingsNot hard to answer, but I feel like these are easy to find out in the world, at least for the not-iron characters
>>97929Well yes, an SMG is appropriate when there are a very large number of enemies that would be almost impossible with anything that isnt a fucking submachine gun, and having that much power would be kind of like a power fantasy.
Do you think it’s just a coincidence that of the three sub machines in the story, one came right before fighting communists on the docks, and the other two were positioned respectively at the front and rear entrances of the catacombs?
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>>97931Alright, so if Silver found a way to get the Bits Gun fixed up, cleaned up, and got ammo for it, would you allow its use in clearing the catacombs?
>>97927I’m a little sad the catacombs quest turned into tediousness
>>97932Perhaps
It’s a damned Owen’s gun. It makes the AK47 look unreliable and unable to cope with harsh environments by comparison
>>97931Dangit, this only fuels my want to be napped by them in order to get to know them better.
This might sound strange, but will there ever chance arise where I can have two mare love interests being followed at once? I kinda wanted to go with that sort of tribalist tradition of the alpha male or stallion could have more than one female as it's portrayed sometimes, but I can understand being a hard no because monogamy is something that's mostly respected. I'm asking in both a self-fulfillment way
and a way to have another NPC class that could be focused on magic attacks to add that firepower Ash had with Iron at most times. Not sure from what faction she could be though and I am fully expecting jealousy to arise and I'll have to juggle giving attention to two mares' problems and wants, but I think I can manage that.
I think, not sure.
>>97934>PolygamyIf Ash comes back
>>97935Oh how you tease me. If I had a chance to contact her, I would.
>>97936But the real answer is that women are okay with polygamy really only when the man is of high social standing. So basically Iron needs to really
be someone in order for women to find him that attractive. Or maybe he can just find
really low class women with low standards. Also they can't be super conservative either
>>97937Either become filthy rich or fish for poor ponies. That's a way to do it. However, it seems you're implying they'll sleep around with other ponies, right?
>>97933>tediousnessThere's just a
lot of enemies that even at our peak strength we would have problems with, and with little in the way of a promised reward or levelling prospects for doing so. I suppose some would call that tedious, but I can't say much either way as I have no idea how you were hoping we would do this. I really hope you'll allow it, because I see no other way we can finish this job without spending 4,000 Bits on potions. You make it sound like there's a dozen or more ghasts left, plus whatever lake ghasts are left, plus whatever else we haven't yet encountered.
>>97938You mean they would be unfaithful or something?
>>97941Eh, who knows. This is not an Islamic country, so no court is going to honor any kind of marriage agreement, and so Iron really wouldn't have brightline way of saying "You're mine, it's definitely okay that I have sex with other mares, but not definitely not okay that you have sex with other stallions, and I have this set of laws and social conventions that prove that my view on this is the correct one." You're not married, all sex out of wedlock is fornication and disapproved of by half of society, and any children born of this union are bastards who will, for example, not receive the benefit of automatically inheriting Iron's property when he dies. It's really a crap shoot as to how the women would react to the situation.
>>97942Hm. Unless I can find somewhere to arrange a double marriage, then it's going to be a rough ride. If I marry only one of the mares, the other will get jealous and feel left out, which could lead to disastrous consequences, apart from the disadvantages of being frowned upon. Dang. For now it seems I'll have to stick to one.
Only way to increase the mare count may be to hook up with a mare who is already secluded from society and doesn't care to get married but respect some other factor in order to gain loyalty and faithfullness.
>>97939Then don't play it
>>97943Why would them sleeping with other stallions be that big of a deal?
>>97944Mainly selfishness from my part, aside from possible STDs that may or may not exist in horseland, and ensure that the young is from Iron.
The idea of making children is quite an attractive offer to create more characters to replace Iron when he kicks the bucket, aside from having more companions to either deal damage or specialize in many things. Of course, I'm not expecting them to come out as dashing rouges, wizards or fighters from the moment they come out of the womb but the potential for greatnesss is quite massive.
Not to mention how wholesome raising a child is.
Silver could actually ask many of Iron's questions about Changelings right now
>>97947Yes>>97948But I guess Silver wouldn't ask because frankly, Silver doesn't care
>>97949I just don't know what you mean.Anyways, I'm fucking tired already. Think I'm gonna head to bed.
>>97950Have a good night.
Please ask if changelings can extract ambient love if they are loved directly without a disguise, if other methods of love without direct suction exists and if changeling can be taught to be willing slaves to the ponies when you're able.
>>97949Well, I'm off to bed as well.
Here's hoping that train scene ends in a satisfactory and swift manner so we can move on with our own story paths.
and I want to cuddle the zeeb
Okay, I have a plans for the train group both in the train and on arrival in the city. I have several possible events for the Baltimare group as well as one specifically for Iron (actually two). We can pick up the pace when people are actually here
>>97955I can RP for a lottle bit, but I'll have to wake up early tomorrow to do my driver's license. So you're implying we're actually on day 6?
>>97956Sadly technically no, but there should be no slow downs. You’re fine
>>97957HP restored, at least?
>>97959Then it's definitely alright. Lemme reach my laptop when I get back home and have a little dinner.
>>97960Eh, I’m away from my laptop right mid. Let’s see if anyone else comes
>>97963It's Silver, by the way.
>>97964She never got to read the letter...
>>97965She could always ask to read it...
>>97966But she doesn’t even know about it
>>97967When they were at the tavern, he had it out in view of both of them and even mentioned what was on it.
>>97968He did not offer to read it or show it though. I recall that
>>97969He wouldn't object if she asked.
>>97970>>97969That makes two
>>97970And now she has no reason to ask>>97971I guess it does. Roll for luck
>>97973I'd say that's a bretty gud roll. Wonder what effects will have.
>>97973The river is of a reasonable width, but it does look like there is an area of shallow rocks and lower current
>>97975Iron smiles to himself.
(Nice.)
He turns to Cauldron.
"There is a little shallow area to walk across over here."
How shallow are we talking about. Knee level? Elbow?
Eh, I guess it doesn’t matter that much, it’s just a missed opportunity>>97976“Shall you go first?” She asks
Shallower in most areas
>>97977I'm guessing elbow level to be a bit cheeky.Iron smiles.
"How about you go on top of me and we both go across to reduce our chances of wetting our equipment? You can store the skin shredders the ponies used against me in your bags, right?"
>>97978“Hmmm... I don’t know if that would make you unstable or if would decrease your chances of being carried off by the current”
>>97979Iron hums for a bit, then tentatively steps into the shallower current to see if the water reaches his barrel.
>>97980It is not that deep. If it were, Iron would probably float away
>>97981Feeling confident that he's not going to wet the equipment, his head turns to Cauldron.
"Place the bags on my barrel. It seems it is not going to get wet. Be sure to put the skin shredders inside them."
>>97986It got
real quiet.
Too quiet.
I wonder what is happening.
>>97987I have honestly no idea. I was just taking a look every few hours to see if there was a new reply or something.
>>97988Well, we've got eachother at least.
>>97989Fuck, I know there's a song I could reference here, but I forget what song it is.
>>97988>>97988And thus Silver returns to his natural state: loneliness
>>97991>>97990Ah, there you are.
Glad to see you're doing well.
Okay, so I guess I can continue Iron’s adventure once I stop being lazy.
Silver can talk with or cuddle Skies, or otherwise move around
>>97994Whenever you're ready
and Silver does something of notewhich is going to take a while, unless Silver had something planned for today.
>>97994Might as well, while Star's gone.While he waits for Skies to come up with a decision, Silver sits back down onto the couch. He looks over to Skies. "Blue? I am wondering, what do you know about changeling feeding habits? I will admit I do not know as much as I should."
>>97995Cauldron hoofs over the bags
"Alright, I'll follow"
>>97996She briefly smiles with "ha," then answers
"I know a little. What do you want to know?"
>>97997With the bags on his barrel, with all belongings, he starts to cross the shallow parts of the river towards the other side.
He was intent on finding out what happened at that archeological site.
(I am pretty sure somepony wants the dog idol back. Maybe. We shall see who is still there, if there is anypony to begin with.)
>>97997"Couple of things, actually. Maybe more if I can think of them. First, can they feed without direct consumption? Second, can they eat real food?"
>>97945I know Right.
>>97996>gone
>>97998The crossing is more or less uneventful. The water pulls at Iron's legs, but the water is too shallow. Cauldron is able to hop and prance from rock to rock fairly effectively
>>98001Iron nods at Cauldron's dexterity from her hopping from stone to stone, smiling.
(Mares are quite elegant in movement.)
"Nice moves, Cauldron."
He turns towards the path, slightly anxious to see what is the deal with this dog idol being so far away from its temple.
Remember the god's name? I know it's an aztec-like name and started with an O
>>97999"Hmmm... Well, to your first question, I'm not entirely sure what you mean, but love from a host is ingested through either the mouth or the horn. This process still works even when in a form without a horn. If the rate of ingestion is low enough, then no part of the process will be visible to an observer. And they don't have to take the love directly from a host. They can consume it in the form of a honey produced by worker changelings.
As for your second question, 'can they eat what you refer to as 'real' food,' well, yes and no. Changelings are by nature obligate vampires. They must necessarily consume love from another source to survive. It's a lot like how many animals don't produce any of certain kinds of essential proteins or amino acids, so they have to consume it from other animals or plants. Changelings have a natural deficiency of an essential sort of magic, so they must take it from one or more hosts. They cannot live without love.
They can sort of eat 'real' food, which I take as meaning non-magical food. However, the Changeling digestive system has a serious drawback in that does not have the careful microbial ecosystem of bacteria and micro-organisms that a pony has. A pony has a symbiotic relationship with a literal trillion bacteria, viruses, and fungi in its gut, which help to break down and digest foods. Changelings have a digestive system that is shorter than a pony's, and which systematically breaks down and absorbs the life force of all living things, making it hostile even for micro-organism, and the ones that do survive don't have quite the harmonic relationship with the host as do, say, the bacteria that help to digest the cellulose in a pony's cecum.
They can eat some foods that are very high in carbs and many proteins, although they cannot digest them particularly well. These foods can partly substitute for a changeling's energy needs, and help in growth in adolescents. However, food allergies are common, as are intolerance. Lactose intolerance, for example. One of the best material foods for a changeling is the honey that comes from bees, since it is pure sugar and is basically sterile."
>>98002Roll die
>>98000What do you want to do?
>>98004Iron hears something in the bushes shortly on the other side of the river. Evidently Caludron does as well, because she is alert and pointing her ears towards the bushes.
>>98005Meet up with the others or...?
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[1d20 = 12]>>98006So something seems to be following us.Iron's ears perk up, rather surprised but ultimately understanding something's behind them.
He slowly turns his head around to see what the rustling is about as he keeps walking forwards.
Rolling spot to see what's following Iron and Cauldron.
>>98003If he had a notebook on him, he'd be taking notes. As it is, he'll just have to make do with his memory. "I think that answers my questions. Thank you."
He considers some other questions he could ask her. "I have got one more, unrelated to changelings: do most Nimbusians have traditional Nimbusian names in addition to standard Ponish names? For instance, if you were talking to another Nimbusian, would they refer to you in different name?"
>>98008Looks like a pony, a yellow pony in green dress
It’s on the same side of the river as they currently occupy, further in the brush
>>98007It doesn’t look like it
>>98009“The same thing but in Nimbusian: Μπλε ουρανοί (Ble Ouranoi)”
>>98010Silver smiles. "So, little bit like how mine is just 'Silver Sword' but in Cyrillic: Серебряный Меч (Serebryanyy Mech)"
>>98010Iron cocks his head at the sight. He decides to go closer to where the pony currently is to get a better picture of him or her. It seems rather... odd-clothed to be a native, with that dress.
At least, I'm assuming she's like a lost city mare or part of the expedition team from the dress mention.
>>98010I'm ready to meet, i guess. unless Pavel Shows up. in the next 30 minutes.
>>98012She comes out of the bush, revealing a lemon yellow earth pony with strawberry colored mane. She is wearing a round hat and green vest
“He-hello? Who are you?”’ She asks with definite uncertainty in her voice
>>98011She smiles back
“I’ll remember that”
>>98014"Feel free to, I'll remember yours in turn. Most of very few friends I had back in Severyana just called me Серебро (Serebry). You are fifth non-Severyanan pony I have ever given my Cyrillic name to, I think."
>>98014Iron blinks once, rather intrigued by the new appearance.
"You do not seem like you belong here. What are you doing here?"
He does stop in his tracks just in case walking even more towards her would cause her to panic and run away. The intimidating visage of a large native Earth Pony would make anyone wary.
>>98015>>98015She blinks, then tilts her head on its side
“After Storm Warning, Spectral Streak, Silver Rain, and White Light I take it?”
I think I got at least one of those wrong, but pretend she said them correctly
>>98016“... I, I’m from the university. Who are you?”
>>98017"Unless I am missing somepony else, that is right." He scratches his muzzle a bit in thought. "No, I can not think of anypony else."
Congrats, ya got all of them correctly.
>>98019"Have you really not heard from any of them since the war began?"
>>98018Iron cocks his head.
"'Yuh-nee-ver-see-tea?' A strange place where you come from."
He nods, seeing how non-threatening and scared she probably is of her current situation.
"I am Iron. I mean to you no harm."
>>98020He shakes his head no. "Nothing at all. I have no idea what has happened to any of them. Most contact I have had from them, any of them, was that letter from Rain, and I only found that after War was over."
>>98021Her eyes go big
"Oh, you must be a native. Great to finally see another pony, I was worried you might be a bandit for a moment. I mean, you looked like a native, but I was afraid to presume. And you have a Zebra..."
"Who are
you" Black Cauldron says to her skeptically
"My name is Pear Faucet. I was with a group of archaeologists, but we were attacked by bandits."
>>98022"And what is he doing?"
>>98023"Unsavory work he wants out of, from what I've gathered. Something to do with gangs in Las Pegasus, maybe even mafia work. That, or I am just misinterpreting things. He is one I am most worried about, with what Changelings did to city during war."
>>98024"So he's like a gangster?"
>>98023Iron nods, a little confused at her worrisome demeanor, as if she didn't want to offend him by presuming he was a native.
(Strange habits that civilization brings.)
That's when the mention of archeology is mentioned, causing his mind to click and his eyebrows to rise.
"I think we have met them not too long ago."
He rummages through the bags to pull out the dog idol he took along with the bandidos' possessions. He presents it to her, standing proud on the frog of his hoof.
"I assume this seems familiar to you?"
>>98025"I believe so. It would certainly match with that picture I have of him, and how he was before he left. I can show you letter he sent, if you so wish. It is back in my bags, though."
>>98027"Sure"
>>98026By presuming he wasn't a banditHer eyes widen greatly
"Is that... an idol of Xolotl?"
>>98028Silver gets up once again from his couch seat. "We can also see if we can't find Star while we're at it, if you wish."
Do you need the letter's post number, or do you remember what it's generally about?
>>98028Iron nods.
"Yes. After some roughening up, they claimed they ransacked an archeological site not too long ago and that was where they took it. I presume you are one of the victims of said attack, correct?"
>>98030“Alright, let’s see if Star is still in that hallway”
I remember enough>>98029Soon
>>98031“Yes... I was away at the time. I was looking at a set of ruins. But I saw bandits ransacking our camp. I fled. You two are the first I’ve seen that haven’t been bandits”
>>98032"You lead, I follow. I do not want to accidently wander someplace I should not be."
Alright then.
>>98032Iron nods yet again.
"I understand."
He ponders for a moment.
"Were your group cooperating with the natives of the area or was it considered abandoned?"
>>98033She starts waking to a nearby door, which it turns out is the center door to the main lobby. She then walks in the left hallway (right, from this perspective) and past the turn towards Star’s last known location
>>98029Assuming Star is in the same approximate location, he sees both Skies and Silver waking towards him
>>98034“It was an older site, abandoned, or at least no known inhabitants for the past few centuries”
>>98036Iron nods.
"We were going to look around on that location, actually. Do you know if there is still any bandit presence there?"
>>98037“No, I... I don’t.”
>>98038Iron nods, then simply stashes the idol in his satchels and turns to Cauldron, whispering to her.
"I think she could come with us. It should be easier to spot flowers with three ponies and she should knows the ruins' layout most likely, and we ensure her safety in exchange. What do you think?"
>>98039“... Sure. Since you seem to want to run into bandits anyways. But I’m not enthusiastic about sharing any loot”
>>98040Iron chuckles light and silently, keeping the whisper.
"You know me. I always look for a fight."
He maintains a little composure, whispering some more.
"Like she would want to fight. I can see her trembling like a leaf. She definitely will not be interested in the loot. There is always the simple explanation on how a 2 to 1 fight is a bad idea."
>>98041“Starry?”
>>98042She smiles and nods, appreciating his plan
“Alright”
>>98043Nodding to her, he breaks the impromptu meeting and faces Pear Faucet.
"Seeing how you are all alone with no other friends around, you should probably stick with us. We could use your help as you know the site's layout."
Are Star and Silver kill?
>>98044“Sure. I just hope no more bandits show up”
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>>98045Iron nods.
"Alright. I shall take point."
He points at Cauldron.
"Watch the rear."
Finally, he turns to Pear.
"No time to waste. We are moving out."
With that formation of Iron first, Pear at the middle and Cauldron at the back, he proceeds to walk towards the site, which he presumes is not too far ahead.
Keep in mind Iron's not saying Cauldron's name just in case.
>>98043"Yea, im sho glad i found you. these other mares werent helpful at all."
He seems like he's really drunk at this point.
>>98048"I was wondering where you...had...gone...wait, did you drink even more?"
>>98049"Yesh, i didnt go anywhere. you did. i was waiting for blue to come back but she never did."
Dark Star looks saddend by this/
>>98048“... What?”
>>98047They walk further, through brush and under growth up a hill, going over it. On the other side is a clearing. Well, mostly clear, there are some trees growing there. But it does appear to house ruins. Some of the ground is terraced with stone. Other parts look like the remnants of stone houses.
>>98050"Well...we are here now?" Silver is confused as to how he's had this much to drink and
not suffered kidney failure.
>>98051Dark Star looks confused by this
"the mares."
>>98052"Good."
Earth horez endurance
[1d20 = 2]>>98051Iron is a bit nervous at the sight, thinking like a god-fearing native would.
"It seems it is a ruined tribe of sorts. I wonder what caused Xolotl to bring ruin to it."
He takes his time, carefully travelling in order to give Cauldron time to find some of the special breed of flowers she told him it grew on ruins.
Meanwhile, he looks around for any sort of obvious tell that bandits have set camp, as well as anything shiny that can be considered loot.
>>98053“Are you okay?”
>>98054Going around the site there does not seem to be any loot of any kind. The ruins consist mostly of low walls and floors, with rocky remains of collapsed walls. Most are rectangular, a couple are circular. He does not see a bandit camp
>>98055"I Guess?"
Dark Star looks even more confused by this question
>>98056
Iron huffs in slight frustration at the lack of shininess but a little relieved that no camp has been set. He turns to Pear.
"Any particular places in these ruins that caught your eye?"
>>98058“This is the ruins of a larger native village. Probably Hippauhtl. I suspect it was abandoned after the Cocoliztli killed off most of its inhabitants centuries ago.”
>>98057“Do you have anything to say to me?” She asks
>>98060"Yea, i was waiting to say that i'm sorry for what i called you."
Dark Star looks regretful
[1d20 = 6]>>98059Iron nods as she tells her hypothesis.
"What makes you say that? All I see is destroyed houses and walls."
He looks around again to get an idea of what she's talking about while keeping an eye out for Cauldron's flower plucking and maybe some other loot.
"Why would bandits come here to ransack it, anyways? There does not seem like there is much value in here."
>>98063“What makes me say what? And what do the bandits have to do with this location?”
>>98064Ignoring the second question, he simply shurgs.
"I do not know how do you guess what happened here. Is it some sort of scribble on some wall somewhere here?
Wait, aren't we at the archeological site?
>>98065>>98065“Oh, no. It’s an obviously ruined old town. That’s my best guess at the moment.”
>>98062"Yea, i shouldn't have said that. it was wrong."
>>98066Iron nods, getting the gist of it.
(Seems like this is not the site that was attacked. She should know something more concrete than just a guess. Still, it is important that the previous town was ransacked and exterminated. Probably disrespected Xolotl and the other tribe, in order to amend their misdeed, exterminated the town.)
Thus, Iron keeps travelling forwards the direction the bandit told him the site was, keeping an eye out for any temples the ruined town may have and Cauldron's flower picking, as well as any bandit presence.
>>98067“Do you understand that all the things you said hurt me?”
>>98068Cauldron seems to have gathered flowers from a vine
>>98069Taking this downtime of nothing much happening, he strikes another conversation with Pear.
"So, what exactly was the site that you fled like? Was it one of those big pyramid temples?"
>>98070“It was a temple, certainly, but not a pyramid. Lower to the ground and made of large black stone slabs
>>98071Iron nods.
"What was its exact purpose? To worship Xototl or a tomb of sorts? I believe some tribes store their leaders' bodies that in admittedly complex buildings sometimes, if I recall what the elders taught me."
>>98069"I do now, that I've had time to think about it. I'm Sorry From the bottom of my heart,Blue. I never wanted to Hurt You. You Mean the World to me, i hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."
>>98072“That’s what we are there for. To discover its exact purpose. But it seemed like a temple of sorts for the Hippautl. So I wanted to investigate. Our team leader, Idol Chaser, was looking for any special artifacts we could bring back. Especially missing gold and silver treasure. That was what the department head back at the university wanted most, really, was either money or glory out of this. Humph!” She swats her tail and rolls her eyes in clear annoyance.
>>98073“Maybe...”
She comes closer to him
>>98074He Steps forward slightly
"There are no Excuses fo calling you that. I'm a bad pony."
>>98074Iron nods yet again.
(It seems that was the reason the bandits attacked. They might have overheard and got into some plundering from that.)
He smirks lightly at that last comment, completely in line with the university's apparent motives.
(An interesting business proposition.)
"I wonder if the Cocoliztil attacked the Hippauhtl because they hoarded so much gold and silver to themselves."
>>98075She places a hoof in his mane and starts ruffling it
“But you’re my bad pony, Dark Star”
>>98076“No no, you don’t understand. The Cocoliztli is a plague.”
>>98078Iron raises his eyebrows
"A what now? 'Plague?'"
>>98079“Oh yes, a disease. It causes fever and severe internal bleeding. Bleeding out of the eyes, blood diarrhea, body noses, bleeding if of the vagina, and so forth. It causes death in less than a week. Some populations had 80% death rate or more. Some towns were almost entirely wiped out.”
>>98077Dark star Smiles
"And you're my favorite,Pony."
>>98082“D’aww. Should we go back to my room?”
>>98080While Iron didn't understand half of the admittedly basic medical jargon, the things he did understand horrified him. His mouth is slightly open and his eyes narrowed as she told him Cocolztil's effects.
"Oh... I never heard of it. So you think the Hippauhtl mostly died from that disease in particular? Why?"
(I should try to avoid their fate.)
>>98083"uh."
Dark Star looks worried at the mention of her room.
>>98084“Actually, it affected many of the highlands native ponies in this region. Not really just the Hippauhtl. As for why I think this tian was one of them... well, do you see any ponies living here now? It’s about old enough to date back to the epidemic. So the best guess is 95% of the ponies died and the few left moved elsewhere. Of course, there may be other explainations. Come to think of it the river is just a little far away. Maybe the water source dried up at around that time so it was abandoned. Or maybe a lack of water and close conditions were the perfect environment for the disease to spread.”
>>98085“What is it?”
>>98086"There's no good way to say this. so i'm just going to say it.i threw up on your sheets."
Dark Star looks down in shame and fear of ruining the moment
>>98086Iron nods.
"I would not know, but what you say makes sense. It is strange. If the Hippauhtl worshipped Xotolt, why would he leave them to die? Something else must have happened. Something that could anger the god of death itself."
So... Silver is kill?
>>98087Pic
>>98088“Oh, don’t trouble yourself with superstitions. Those are just myths. And Xolotl only ferries the souls of dead and deals divjnd retribution. Not look after the living”
>>98089Think so. Imma make this last post and then I'll head off into slumberland. I have to be alert when the temple rears its head-Iron is not fully convinced about it being superstition but nods at the possibility of overextending the god's power and mislabeling his role.
"My mistake."
He sneaks a peek to Cauldron to gauge her current mood. She might get excited at the prospect of finding gold.
>>98094Punished Silver: The Pony who Cuddled the World.
>>98096Now that's a boopable angry poner if I've ever seen one.
>>98095Might have to draw Silver with an eyepatch, now.
>>98102Woah, easy there little hoers. Can I brush teh pretty mane?
Sheesh, no counter booping from others? Come on, it's not courteous of you, people.
>>98096"I-i'll change your sheets."
Dark Star glances up at her
>>98101>>98102Boop
>>98090“And for the record, Chalchiuhtotolin is the god of Plague.” She says, walking off
Cauldron looks uncertain
Roll wisdom
>>98104“You’d better”
[1d20 = 4]>>98105Perfect timing.
>>98106My track record so far is quite low.
>>98105"in Fact i'll buy you some new ones."
He Smiles at her
>>98108“I feel uneasy about us.”
>>98106Does Iron have any dialogue or declared actions?
>>98109Dark Star's smile fades
"..."
>>98109Apart from mild uncertainty, especially after mistaking the ruins with a ruined town, not really. Maybe he keeps up the pace Pear is not setting so as to not break formation.
A bit scared of that roll, not gonna lie. Let's see what this brings.
>>98111*Pear is setting so as to
>>98111“I believe you have something of mine”
Iron can hear a voice ahead
>>98110“What is it you want, Dark Star?”
>>98113"What is it you want?"
>>98113Iron's ears rise at the new voice apart from the two mares he's travelling with.
He looks up to see who just said that.
>>98114“A stallion who loves me and cares for me.”
>>98116A stallion, Maroon colored with black hair
“You should give it back”
>>98117Iron slightly cranes his neck back to whisper to Pear.
"Do you know this here fellow?"
>>98118She has tried to duck for cover, but responds
“Sounds to me like you know him”
There are two other stallions nearby with rifles
>>98117>>98116Dark Star steps closer to Her and puts both forelegs around her pulling her into a hug
"I Want to have a nice life,with a Beautiful Blue Pegasus Wife,and a house full of Foals."
He Strokes the back of her mane gently
>>98120*Poner is hugged*
Finally*coo*
>>98119Iron nods, understand she doesn't know him as part of the expedition team.
With that knowledge, he looks at the Maroon colored pony with slight comtempt, knowing that he'll probably shoot at him like the other cocky individuals.
"How so?"
>>98121Does Poner smell any different?
>>98123Like lavender?
>>98122“We found it”
>>98124Iron shakes his head, then shrugs.
"I have found it as well. What makes your claim more valid than mine?"
He takes this talk time to measure the distance between the imposing pony and himself for a charge attack if push comes to shove.
>>98125Looks like uneven terrain placing him slightly higher makes that impossible to do in a single round
>>98126Aw dang it. Are you going to make me use the SMGs?Iron simply walks forward towards the Maroon colored pony, not really worried about any of the three ponies shooting at him.
"What is it exactly that you seek?"
>>98124"i made a new friend, i'm not to sure where he ran off to though."
>>98128“You did now?”
>>98127“You know damned well. Hand it over or we shall take it”
Now who said Iron knows how to operate a submachine gun?
>>98129Cauldron might, iunno. Shush.Iron keeps walking towards the three along the uneven terrain, neutral expression present.
"Do I? I need some hint to understand what you mean. What particular item are you claiming it is yours?"
(I need to come closer to them.)
>>98129"Yea he has a Lute, i think he said his name was pavel."
>>98131“Interesting. Did you encounter the security guard?”
>>98130“Three”
>>98132Iron, currently not realizing the offender is counting down, cocks his head as he keeps walking forwards.
"Three? Did it have a three carved into the thing you were after?"
>>98132"Security guard? you mean Fillippe?"
>>98131"He has lute? I have not seen one of those in...ever, now that I think on it."
>>98133“Two”
The issue with the terrain is the terraces, as well as some rocks. They are not so high as to be impossible to jump over or to even walk over. They are high enough, however, to prevent straightforward running right over them.
>>98137Iron's mind finally clicks as the two is mentioned.
(Great. He is not interested in talking or fighting fair.)
Seeing how he can't really reach them before the countdown stops, he slowly pulls out the dog idol in his possession, thinking that's what they were referring to.
"You mean this?"
(If at least one comes closer to me, that should lessen the chance of death by a little bit and grant me a pony sized projectile.)
Could I roll jump to reach them in a single round but without the chance to attack?
>>98138"Oh her, she wasn't very nice."
>>98136"Yea, he played a song, and i started feeling better."
>>98139Yes, at least the two riflemares would be within striking distance after 1 round of jumping“Yes, that is it”
>>98140“Why?”
>>98140"I have heard of ponies who are able to cast magic through use of music, but I have not met any before."
>>98141"She wouldn't help me find you."
>>98142"You think he used magic?"
>>98143"If not directly then indirectly. I have heard it is common in certain parts of Equestria, especially in Ponyville, for ponies to spontaneously break out into song and dance, as if it was some expression of our inner magic. Something I never really understood, myself."
>>98144"I Never Liked Going to ponyville"
>>98145Silver gives him an odd look, as if he can't think of a reason why anypony would say that. "Why is that?"
>>98141Iron still presents it to the marooned colored pony, only to stash it away in the bag and carefully passing them to Pear.
"You know I have it now. Now what?"
>>98145“You’ve been?”
>>98147Where is Iron? Because neither Pear nor Cauldron have any interest in standing in the open with no cover
>>98148Oh. Shit. Uh, just pretend I left it on the ground to be picked up by my companions, then.
>>98148"A couple times before the war. Pinkie Welcomed my Family."
Dark Star has a look of Melancholy on his face
>>98146"To many Eggheads."
>>98150“Oh really? That’s pretty neat”
>>98150That is...most certainly not the answer Silver would have expected, if the confused look is anything to judge by.
>>98151"I Liked Pinkie, She was so nice. i wish she would have joined our side."
>>98152Dark Star looks at him Equally as confused."
>>98153"...What is 'egghead'?"
>>98154"You know, those Magiciy types.Nerds."
>>98155"Sounds little like my daughter...so, one egghead is too many for you? I can not think of any besides Princess Twilight."
>>98149>>98151So... no idea about the maroon pony's next action? Should I just jump into them already?
[2d20 = 25]>>98157“One. Fuego!”
>>98158Oh. Well that's not very nice of him.One hit. Roll damage die.
[2d8 = 11]>>98159>>98160That’s just wrong. These are rifle rounds
>>98161>>98160Woah, was that a reroll on damage? You can see it as grazing Iron's side or something.
>>98156Dark Star has a look of disgust at the mention of purple
"Twilight wasn't just a regular Egghead though.She was, A bit much."
>>98163Silver can share a little in his disdain for Twilight, at least as a princess. He lets out a massive yawn, a further reaffirmation of how late it's getting.
>>98161Silver quietly repeats the "Μπλε ουρανοί" he heard Blue speak earlier, his Severyanan accent working surprisingly half-decently with the Nimbusian language. He looks over to Blue. "I said that correctly, yes? Μπλε ουρανοί?"
[1d20+5 = 16]>>98160>>98162I'll pretend that the first roll was the damage die.Iron grunts in slight pain over the rifle shot. He decides that enough is enough and jumps towards the trio of bandits that want to take the idol away.
>>98165No. The second pair of rolls was the damage die.
Iron makes the leap and is right next to one of the ponies.
>>98164“Good enough”
>>98166He smiles, proud of himself. "For first Nimbusian words I have ever spoken, I will take it."
[1d20+6 = 7]>>98166r00d, but understandable, since the maroon pony didn't shoot to begin with.Iron decides to try this riflemares' reflexes with a strong, powerful hook to the side.
>>98166>>98164>>98167"Was that Nimbusian?"
[2d20 = 31]>>98168It’s the damage die from the rifle round that hit himIron tests his own sense of balance, and fails, falling down.
They shoot again
>>98170“In a strange accent, yes”
>>98167“Cute.”
>>98172>>98171Oh goodie gumdrops. Let's go with the 7 damage to round up to 29 damage.Can I attack after I stand up before they can shoot again?
>>98170"Skies' name in Nimbusian, yes. I got curious and asked what she is called in Nimbusia, like how in Severyana I am called 'Серебряный Меч'."
>>98171Silver chuckles slightly. "It would only be as odd as you trying to say my name in Cyrillic, I would imagine."
>>98171>>98175"When did you teach him Nimbusian?"
>>98176"I would not call it teaching Nimbusian, as such. It would be as if I said 'Привет!' and you said it right back to me."
[2d6 = 10][1d3+1 = 2]>>98174Yes, Iron can stand with a movement and attack with an attack round
A rock hits one of the two bandits
No, it’s the 11 damage. The 11 came from a proper 2d8 roll after I mistakenly rolled a 2d6, which is pistol round damage>>98176“Ha, I never did. He just asked me if my name was different in my native language and I said it’s the the same, just translated”
>>98175“I’m not going to try. For now”
[1d20+6 = 18]>>98178Oh, so that's why rocks are being thrown right now. No idea what the first set of dice are for, unless the riflemares just shot again.Taking this needed distraction after getting hit rather hard and deep by these damn metal balls in his sides, he stands up rather furious
in a non-barbaric way yet and decides to try his balance yet again with the same attack to the pony next to him.
>>98178"Hahahahah! Alright then, whatever you say, Skies." He yawns again, a couple sleepy tears forming in his eyes that he has to wipe away with a foreleg. "Anyways...do you think we can take this conversation back upstairs? I am tiiiiiiiired."
>>98178>>98177Dark Star seems to accept this answer as he nods
"Ponish is rather plain."
>>98178Been gone away for some time again. I'll try and look over what I missed from the train.
>>98181“It gets the job done, and that’s good enough”
>>98180“Sure”
>>98179Hit
>>98182He lives!
[1d3+12 = 14]>>98183Damage die inbound.
Iron strikes on the riflemare's side with great force this time instead of falling down like a doofus.
>>98181"Really? I always have thought of it as rather interesting language. So many rules that do not make sense and are broken constantly. It is very different from Cyrillic." He yawns again. "So, what about it, Star? Want to head back upstairs, continue this conversation in Skies' room?"
>>98184She’s knocked down
>>98186Huffing in slight pain, he scans the area where the next riflemare is.
Is he in close proximity or do I have to roll for jump again?
>>98183"I Guess."
>>98185"I might be taking it for granted, Sure,i'll cuddle skies in her room."
He kisses Blue while keeping eye contact with silver.
>>98188Silver seems rather surprised by this forward action on Star's part, especially given how he reacted before when Silver kissed him. He's not complaining, if the set of bedroom eyes he's giving him is any consideration.
I am not sure which pony I would want to be...
>>98188She is surprised by this
>>9818740 feet over, the other rifle mare holds her head
>>98189Not Bedroom eyes, more of a Glare
>>98191Too late, they're bedroom eyes.
>>98192Not a Chance,dudeDark star Glares Harder
>>98193[bedroom eyes intensifies]
[1d20+8 = 17]>>98190Iron, locking eyes with the second target in a hazy fury, charges straight at him to deliver a swift punch right on the pony's snout.
I am not hitting mares, am I?
>>98195Dark Star Breaks the kiss and puts his foreleg around blue's neck
"You are the love of my life,Blue Skies."
>>98197Star would likely be surprised to feel a pair of forelegs wrap around his neck from behind him in turn, as Silver trots up behind him and damn near gets on top of him for the embrace. "Aww, nothing for me, Dark Star?"
>>98197“So why are you so broody and passive aggressive tonight, Star?”
>>98196They were intended as males.
That’s a hit
>>98199"You wound me, my love."
>>98200"Well,i'm not being passive anymore."
He Grins
>>98201"No."
[1d3+12 = 15]>>98200And damage again as the rifle mare's snout is punched by a big native fist.
>>98202>>98201>>98203Shit, she’s super out
>>98204Iron, after finally dealing with the riflemares, turns his head to look for that maroon colored pony with a glare of pained rage.
>>98204I think we broke Skies.
>>98206Shit, You're right>>98204Dark Star Strokes her mane lovingly
>>98205It looks like while the leader was waiting for the two rifle ponies to finish off Iron, he jumped down the terrace, and tried to make his way to Pear, who is hiding behind the stump of a large dead tree. By as he aims his pistol at Pear, Cauldron aims a submachine gun at him.
He looks over to Cauldron, before bouncing into undergrowth
>>98207>>98206“... I think I’ll go to bed. And some pony, change my sheets.”
>>98208"I'll Change them."
Dark Star smiles at her
>>98209“You’re going to have to get some from the room at the end of the hall”
>>98208Huffing in frustration and not wanting to run straight into a possible ambush or risk tripping down in a hurry, he shouts out to Cauldron.
"Coat puncturers down!"
After this, he starts to loot the two riflemares' possession for all their trouble.
>>98211Lightly packed. A few rations, a couple clips of ammunition, water bottles, water purifying tablets, a map, some sort of cylinder.
>>98212Iron's player clicks on take all and carefully walks down the terrance towards the other members of the group, panting slightly.
>>98213“Damn!” Says Pear
“Iron? Are you alright?” Says Cauldron
>>98214Iron huffs.
"I would not say I am alright, but I can still walk without much problem."
As he closes in, she can definitely see 4 deep rifle shots around his barrel, carrying the loot.
"All of this is useful, right?"
So... after skimming through I can honestly say I am completely lost. There was a train raid by terrorists I recall, a mention of Pinkie, I saw that the changelings ate somepony... but from there I can't figure out. Is the raid still going?
>>98216That's basically it. Last I remember, Brie encountered a large group of partisans who had at least one captive.
>>98215“No, you are barely alive... again. I’m sure it’s useful for some purpose.”
>>98216That’s basically correct
>>98219Neat. The chances of doing anything without the usual team though... I'm guessing I made a return for nothing, right?
>>98219Iron smiles weakly.
"I told you I was a master at being barely alive."
He starts stashing all the loot in the bags. Turning to face the most likely scared Pear, he nods to her, signalling he's mostly ok.
After this, he looks back to Cauldron.
"I am guessing another treatment is on its way?"
>>98220sigh>>98221“I’ll prepare something...”
>>98222Iron nods to Cauldron, giving her a nice little hug for her efforts.
"Thank you."
>>98224Silver, for once, is not kill
>>98223“We need to leave this area though”
>>98225Iron nods.
"Right."
He looks around for a place to rest and for Cauldron to do her magic.
>>98224“What the hell was that?” Skies asks
>>98226In the area, there are several low walls to sit on
>>98227Iron proceeds to go behind one of said low walls to wait
Going to bed now. Night
>>98227Looks like I also died."...It was joke. Apparently not very good joke from look on your face."
>>98230"Well, failed jokes and jests aside...shall we return upstairs?"
>>98231“Yes. And I need new sheets.”
>>98229"A "Joke" Right."
>>98210>>98232Dark Star staggers down the hall to get the sheets, he fails down.
>>98233>>98234"Just how much
have you had to drink?"
>>98235>>98234Dark Star laughs and picks himself up off the floor
"'No,you're drunk."
>>98236"Is something wrong, Dark Star?"
>>98237Dark Star turns around and looks at her
"Just the usual things and I feel bad about throwing up" He shoots her a sad look
Then he continues down the hall
>>98238"The usual?"
She then adds
"It's the third room down on the right. It's marked as Laundry."
>>98239He heads to the laundry room without responding to the first question
>>98240The door opens easily enough. In the room near the door are a few shelves, as well as metal baskets containing sheets. Further into the unlit room the edges of a beige trolley cart can be seen. What looks like a folded set of bedsheets can be found on a shelf near the door
>>98241Are these sheets as high quality as the other ones?
>>98242A look on the sheets themselves reveals a tag marking them as 1200 thread count Sonambulan Cotton
>>98243Dark Star Scratches his chin
"I Guess this will do."
>>98244And thus he collects the set of bedsheets.
>>98245He Staggers back down the hall managing no to fall this time.
>>98246Skies opens the door, and goes through into the room
>>98247Dark Star follows her in
>>98248She looks at the mess, and is a bit disgusted
“Well, change them.”
>>98249Dark Star strips the sheets off the bed.
>>98249Didn't realize we were already back at her room.Silver steps back inside Blue's room, setting his bags and clothing next to the door and holding out a couple of items for Blue in his magic: the letter from Silver Rain, and the picture of the pony in question. Dark grey coat, silvery mane with a single yellow lightning stripe running through it, and he looks like he's in his upper thirties. In the photo, he's wearing a white button-up shirt, a black suit and pants, and is sitting at what looks like some high-class Las Pegasus bar. It also looks like he has something strapped to the underside of his right wing. "Here, I got letter out of bags for you to read. And here is picture of him I have."
>>98251“Aww, he looks just like you.”
She picks up the letter and starts to read it
>>98252If you'll gimme a minute, I'll try to find the post with the letter for you.
>>98252In fact I'll do you one better: I'll post the whole thing right here.The letter reads as follows:
"Hey Dad,
"It's been a while, huh? 20 years? Something around that? I bet you're thinking, 'Who is this asshat who takes 20 years to write home?'. Well, it's me. Rain. Yeah, I know I'm a little late, and I'm sorry. You know, about…all of that. I'm gonna get to that, I promise, it's just…I've had to rewrite this like six times, now, and every time I've thrown it out because I keep on ranting. Well, screw that jazz. I'm not rewriting this a seventh time, so if I rant, maybe it's just because I feel like I need to.
"Anyways, onto the actual letter part of this. I've been having trouble trying to come up with things to write. I'm not as good as either Spec or White with this sort of thing. I'm a good speaker, not a good writer. Oh, uh, speaking of, I met up with lil' Spec and White not too long ago. Maybe a couple months have passed since then. They're doing well, they said. They also said they were happy to see me, it had been so long. We talked about some things. You, uh…you should have been there. You probably would have been, if it wasn't just a thing that happened with no prior warning. Again, sorry about that. Anyways, it's nice to see Spec likes it in the military. To hear him talk about his company, you'd almost believe he and his Hengstwolves could fight off Chrysalis's forces single-hoofedly, even if they are still just one recon company out of hundreds. I guess they are being, or already have been at this point, I guess, redeployed to the Changeling border, up near Vanhoover. He didn't seem worried about it, like he thinks it's inevitable that we'll 'beat the bugs back to the Olenian Ocean'. I wish I had his optimism.
"And White, she hasn't changed a bit: she's still that book-lovin' egghead we all know and love. Well, she might have changed a little. Looks like a little of Spec's joker side has rubbed off on her, or a little bit of his charisma. It's nice to see they remained close after they left home. Might even be their time apart has made their bond stronger. Anyways, she's doing well, too, if a little worried about the whole Changeling situation. I'm not sure if she's worried for herself, Equestria, or Spec being on the frontlines, though. I asked her about what the government's got her doing now, and all she said was 'Oh, you know, stuff. Stuff and things.'. She did say she's barely spending any time at the Mages Guild or Celestia's School, anymore, now that she's been fully committed to the Princesses' research efforts. I guess she can't actually say anything about what they're doing, but I've got some sources that have said some pretty crazy things. Things like a new model of magic rifle to replace the old Luna Nova, new spellbooks for military use, dark and mysterious magics from ancient times. Hell, I even had one say that they're working on 'splitting the atom', whatever that means. Sounds crazy, right?
"Right, ranting again. Sorry. Anyways, they said that you had mentioned me in your letters to them, asking how I was doing. It sounded like you were worried about me, and that you wanted to see me sometime. So, about the reason I'm writing…Dad, I just…wanted to say I'm sorry, for…everything. The terms on which I left by were not the greatest, I'll admit. And…it's not right, how I haven't tried to contact you until now. When Mom died…when I saw Mom, you know, get murdered like that…it changed me. I was weak, and I just couldn't handle it, and I let it change how I thought of the ponies around me. I even blamed you, at one point in my younger life, for her death. It was stupid of me I've since realized. And since, I've been just as stupid in how I've been living. I'm not always proud of the stallion I've become, and the things I've done. You'd be ashamed of me, I bet, just as I'm ashamed in myself. These past few years I've really come to regret those decisions, and it's only gotten worse every day I've been livin' on. And with this whole thing, this threat of war looming over us all…and knowing you'll be out there, risking your life to help Equestria…fearing that you'll…die…I feel like I don't have much time left to…to make things right. There's a lot I need to get off my chest. And so, I'm writing this letter, to tell you…
"I want to get to know my Dad again.
"Look, you can come down to Las Pegasus. I'll set you up with the swankiest room in the whole city, and with the all-expenses-paid Las Pegasus experience! It'll be fun, I swear! I'll even introduce you to a couple of mares I know who would definitely want to make use of your particular experience. But…most of all…I want us to be able to talk, say the things we want to say. You know, before this whole war comes, and…well, you know. Please, just…think about? For whatever we once had, and what I hope we could recover one day.
"Anyways, the Boss just came in, said there's a line forming of customers who are wanting my services. I guess I gotta wrap this up. I hope to hear from you soon."
-Always, your son, Silver Rain
>>98254Skies starts to smile, then giggle, then places the letter down as she burst out laughing
“Bahahaha!”
She slumps down
“Your son’s a faggot.”
>>98255Dark Star Looks over from placing the sheets on the bed
"What?"
>>98256“Silver’s son is a male prostitute.”
>>98255Of all of the reactions Silver could have expected, of all the reactions he could have wanted, this is exactly the opposite of all of them. It takes him a few seconds to realize what she just said, long enough for her to get done, before Blue can start to feel a slowly growing anger radiate off of him. "
What?"
>>98258“He’s ashamed of what he’s done, he has customers lining up... sounds like he sells his body for money.”
>>98259"..." Well, the clarification of what she meant certainly does serve to stave off Silver's anger. He looks visibly calmer, even as he rubs the bridge of his snout. "Can you please avoid calling my son 'faggot' in future?"
>>98260>>98259Like father, like son amirite fellasNo, I'm not ready to post yet. Gimme some time
>>98258>>98259Dark Star places himself between the two
>>98260"If he has Sex with Stallions then thats what he is."
>>98263>>98262Silver doesn't look like he's any more of a threat to Blue right now than Star does. "I do not care if he is gay, besides that it means he can not give me grandfoals, but I would rather you not use insult like that to describe him."
>>98264She blinks again
“What is wrong with that term to describe a sodomite?”
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>>98265"It is particularly horribly insult. Is it not in Nimbusia?"
>>98266*horrible
I really need to turn on a light, it's too dark to see the keyboard.
>>98266“Not
that insult per se, but sure.... I... I’m sorry you had to find out this way. I’m sorry if I am being insensitive. This must be hard for you to take.”
Skies starts to giggle and almost laughs at the end of that sentence.
>>98268Silver just rolls his eyes. "He might be male prostitute who services mares. Or you might just be reading into it too much. It would be like...getting idea that Spec and White were in some sort of incestuous relationship just because he wrote that they were still close."
>>98270“... Could they have?”
>>98271"..." Silver, himself, seems a little worried about that prospect, now. "...I...do not think so?
I did not see anything like that when they still lived with me, at least."
>>98268Dark Star Chuckles
>>98262>>98272“It’s getting late. Maybe you two should share a taxi back home.”
>>98274Silver looks a little sad. "Oh..."
>>98274"I'll Pay for Silver's but i was thinking about staying here"
>>98275Dark Star hands him enough bits to get back to the hotel and he mumbles something
"I'm Sorry for earlier"
>>98274Dangit, I thought I'd have a laptop here. Well, if you want to continue, I'm sorta ready now.
>>98275>>98276“I don’t know...”
>>98278"I just...I really would rather stay here, with you two. I do not even have to sleep on bed, if there is problem with me sleeping there." He sighs. "But...if you truly do not want me to stay for tonight, then I will not argue any further."
>>98278"Whats to know?"
Dark Star Grins
>>98280>>98279“Okay... you two can stay here.”
>>98281And just like that, Silver's mood turns right around, with him smiling again. "Thank you!"
>>98276Silver gives back the Bits Star gave him. "Ah, it is alright. I am sorry if I have weirded you out tongiht with my actions."
>>98282>>98280Skies goes to her bed, and lays down in the center of it, pulling aside the covers and placing herself under them.
>>98282>>98281He looks at Silver
"I Don't Want you sleeping in the bed."
>>98284He just shrugs, moving his stuff around to serve as a makeshift bed. "Alright then, if you insist."
And thus Skies lays there, frustrated
>>98285>>98286Dark Star glances over at Blue looking frustrated
"Maybe, we should go silver."
>>98287Silver gives him a deadpanned look. "Or you could just ask her what is wrong. Speaking of..."
>>98286Silver turns to Blue. "What is matter, Skies?"
>>98288"What? Isn't that what you want?"
>>98289>>98290“I guess it is fine.”
>>98291Silver feels like he's gone through this before, tonight. "Skies, if there is issue, telling us will allow us to figure out what we need to do to make it better. We can not fix something if we do not know what problem is."
>>98291"Whats wrong?"
Dark Star sits on the bed next to her
>>98292>>98293“I just wanted warmth... not drunkenness, passive aggressive brooding, homosexual advances, and arguments over a queer son.”
>>98294Dark Star Hugs her
"I Screwed things up Royally."
>>98295*coo*
“Just try to be nice to me, okay?”
>>98296"I'm not to nice,But.... I'll make a case for you."
Dark Star kisses her on the cheek and strokes the back of her mane
>>98297>>98296Silver lays down on the floor, putting his head on his bags and pulling his clothes over him like a blanket. He smiles at the sight of Star and Skies together.
>>98297*coo*
A light smile comes upon her face as her eyes remain closed. She moves her head just a little, pleased by this
>>98299Dark Star strokes her wings
"I'm gonna cuddle the buck out of you"
Then he wraps all four legs around her
>>98300*Poner is cuddled*
Pony is cold, but soft. A little teddy bear like
>>98301"Okay Junge Tiere, warst du schon einmal im Kampf?." Brie ask solemnly of the Lings.
>>98301Dark Star feels warmer than normal
He cuddles Her tighter
>>98302“Nein”
“... Nein”
>>98303Star may not have an Ursa Minor bear to cuddle. But he has Skies to place between his legs, and she serves nicely as a cuddle toy
>>98304"Bleib in diesem Raum. Dies wird wahrscheinlich unordentlich." He says, trying to adopt the stern face of the pony he's mimicking.
>>98305Wesley nods with an uneasy look on his face
Kerr nods, but more seriously, like he's trying to imitate the courage of soldier
>>98304i kinda want to make it to Day 6.Dark Star stares at Blue with a warm smile on his face
>>98306How much can Brie see of the next room through the window?
>>98307He can just go to sleep now
She looks back at him, and smiles warmly. She's definitely in a better mood than a few minutes ago
>>98304>>98303As Silver slowly goes to sleep, he tries to make himself seem as though he's not even there, to give the pair of ponies a little bit of privacy.
You know, the AI in EaW has a really bad habit of getting multiple wargoals on neighboring nations and declaring war on every single one.
>>98309Dark Star lays his head on her shoulder and falls asleep
>>98310>>98311>>98310And thus, the ponies sleep
>>98312I'm looking for the size of the room, the amount of space around the 4 ponies and their hostage, the general appearance and possible rank of the 4 resistance members, what they're armed with, the works.
>>98312>>98313Have I come too late?
>>98314Dunno, GM may have died
>>98313He’s looking down into a coach car, something like 55 feet length in total not counting the vestibules and bathrooms at the ends. It consists of couch-like red seats that face each other with a space between them, one pair on each side. Two of the partisans are in the coach closer to Brie’s current position. Both seem to be talking to passengers, of whom there are fully around 30 in this car, with postures varying from subdued to enthusiastic. Both have carbines. In a section toward the end of the car are two more partisans, standing to either side of a kneeling prisoner. The prisoner is an older stallion, a Midnight blue Bat pony with charcoal and black mane. He has a pissed off expression on his face (they are facing in Brie’s direction, more or less) and two legs are restrained. Near the prisoner is a lime green Unicorn mare with a tan cap and a beige uniform. She is unambiguously the ranking officer. She is taking to the prisoner, or trying to, anyways. The two guards of the prisoner have carbines and are more alert than the other two. There is some room to walk around, but it is hardly open, and the corridor down the center is at most three feet wide, perhaps more like two feet
>>98315Just getting (decaf) coffee
>>98314You can decide what you want to do.
>>98317Well... I didn't get much of an idea of where this whole situation turned, but I don't think I ever made it out of Brie's room. I look around first to see if there have left the car.
>>98317"Hmmm, lots of potentially collateral damage,... I could use that to my benefit."
>>98318We were just breaching the corridor outside the room when you last participated. You presumably went toward the rear cars, because Brie went toward the front, axed a pony in the dining car area, and is at an impasse that he hasn't figured out how to out-maneuver
or get killed trying
>>98319Brie would make a good terrorist
None of the ponies in the car seem to have noticed Brie looking in. Or at least, none of the
Partisans have noticed Brie
>>98320"Okay, ich habe einen Plan. Es ist riskant, aber es ist unsere einzige Option." Brie says, handing his remaining bits and certificates to Kerr and Wesley. "Geh zurück ins Zimmer. Wenn ich nicht innerhalb einer Stunde zurück bin, versuchen Sie, den Zug zu verlassen, indem Sie die Passagen zwischen den Autos benutzen."
"Wesley Wenn dieses kleine gebogene Metallstück nach hinten gezogen wird, feuert die Waffe. Stellen Sie sicher, dass der Lauf auf Ihren Feind gerichtet ist, und achten Sie auf den Rückstoß."
I THINK it was Wesley who took the carbine, I could be wrong though.
They nod their heads
"Wir werden es tun"
"Okay"
>>98320>implying he's not already one
>>98323Brie frogs a pair of daggers and waits for the Lings to depart.
>>98324Bat Ponies have historically been marginalized from society for a reason, after all
>>98325They change shape, and leave the vestibule going back
>>98326Brie adopts his most convincing military-esque posture and opens the door to enter the next room, a pair of daggers in hoof. Before any of the partisans can fully respond he belts out "Mare (ma'am)! I must speak with you at once!"
>>98327The lime green unicorn mare turns towards Brie from her captive, and looks at him with intense, wide eyes
“Did you find her?”
>>98318Spark will eventually see two little foals scampering his way, that have the Pegasus and bat pony forms Kerr and Wesley has before
>>98328Spark decides it best to follow them to keep them out of trouble.
>>98328"We found
a Lavender, but she doesn't match the pony we're looking for. We're holding her in the dining car." Brie says continuing forward toward the green unicorn.
[1d20+4 = 7]>>98330“Lavender? Are you talking about private Lavender? No, I am asking if you found Pinkie Pie.”
Brie should roll for Disguise
[1d20+9 = 20]
Modifier is +10 for cloak and -1 for charisma
>>98332>Pinkie PieYou've gotta be fukkin kidding me
>>98332Well, if she suspects Brie is a Changeling, it’s not because of his disguise. But she is unambiguously looking at him very funny
>>98333Nope
>>98333I mean, they did say multiple times before that they were looking for Pinkie...and that Lavender was the Private that Brie stabbed.
>>98335Huh, I must have missed that.
>>98334Is Brie close to the unicorn?
>>98336Hrs close to the other two but not to her
>>98336I mean, Brie wouldn't have stopped his approach, his intent WAS to close distance between the two of them
>>98338True, but they started about 40 or more feet away
[1d20+7 = 23]>>98337"Excuse me ma'am, I misspoke. I meant Pinkie Pie, private Lavender has her in custody. But yes, she doesn't match the Pinkie Pie we're looking for."
Bluff
>>98340Yuss!Brie continues to advance toward the officer
[1d20+4 = 13]
Rolling opposed
>>98341>>98340She nods, partly assuaged, partly skeptical still
“Your voice sounds a little off, Corporal”
With Brie’s words, the two ponies nearer him stand up at attention towards Brie
>>98341Brie would have to walk past two of the guards, who move aside to let him pass
[1d20+7 = 8]>>98343"I hadn't realized there was a change, but I did get punched in the throat further down the corridor." Brie keeps on advancing.
Bluff
How far is Brie from her?
>>98342wait so pinkie is alive?
>>98345At the very end of his range, but also flanked by two ponies immediately behind him.
“Who in Tartarus are you?”
She pulls out a pistol. They aim their weapons at Brie
>>98347Did I ever say she wasn’t?
>>98348
Please be specific about his range
I mean, are we talking melee range?
>>98351I mean 30 feet, the maximum of ranged weapons for sneak attack bonus. Maybe 25 feet. He is melee range from the two partisans.
[1d20+3 = 9][1d20+7 = 14]>>98352Fine, plan alpha-c
Grapple nearest partisan, using bluff to attempt to deny dex bonus. +7 is the bluff, +3 is the grapple
[1d20+2 = 17]>>98354Opposed grapple
>>98355>>98354I don’t think Brie won that grapple
“DON’T FUCKING MOVE CHANGELING”
>>98349i thought you did. guess i was wrong.
>>98356uhm,....
>To start a grapple, you need to grab and hold your target. Starting a grapple requires a successful melee attack roll (that disregards armor bonus btw)
>>98358Hmmm,... the 9 was the attack roll,...
>>98358>>98358I see, that was the melee attack roll. It looks like he landed
>>98361Nah, he might have passed the bluff, but even so he didn't pass the 10 base AC even without dexterity
>>98362Well.... that’s an even worse position to be in
The partisan hits him with the butt of his carbine
[1d20+3 = 19]>>98364Fail. Now the other tries the same
[1d6+1 = 3]>>98365>>98362Brie is hit in the barrel with the butt of a carbine
>>98366Brie uses tumbling (+3 ac) while repositioning himself so that his back is to the wall, and there is one (or more) partisans between him and the rest of his opponents
>>98367Is he trying to tumble past these two to the end of the car, Otis he going to the side of the rail car?
>>98368Past? The end? The side? A diagram would be really useful
>>98369It's something along these lines. Remember that the whole car is divided into sections of seats facing each other, and that there are a decent number of civilian passengers
>>98370Okay, Brie is trying to get behind one of the two partisans, so I'm going with the pink one
>>98371Shouldn’t there be like a roll or something?
>>98372No, tumbling gives him a +3 to AC against whatever they might do. If moving as he is separates him from one of his threatening opponents, they get an attack of opportunity, but that's all on you.
[1d20+3 = 22]>>98373The pink one tries to hit him with her gun
[1d6 = 6]>>98373>>98374I think he got hit anyways
>>98375So he got hit, that wouldn't impede his positioning
Also, laptop (and me and character) is dying so until next time
>>98377But as Brie feels himself throbbing in pain from the rifle butt slammed into his back...
BANG
BANG BANGSee you
>>98378>see youAre you sure about that?
>>98379Do you not want to come back?
>>98379>>98378Top 10 anime plot twists
Are Silver and Star kill?
>>98382I think so. My phone is not doing me any favors either with current battery charge, so I'll be forced to scram as well
>>98382I'm still here. Don't know for how long, though.
Well, as Silver lays in his makeshift bed, he ends the day on a bit of a lower note. He has discovered that his only living son is infected with the gays, maybe. The stallion he loved has firmly rejected his advances. And the mare he fancied, it turns out, is actually a bit of a cunt.
As for Dark Star - whatever he was feeling before, whatever his train of thoughts - they are probably better now, with Skies cuddled between his legs
>>98385>only living sonSpec's dead, then?
>>98380Roll the dice. There's a better than fair chance that Brie just died.
>>98390Don't you have a high dex score? It should help out in avoiding the shot.
>>98390As a possible side note, maybe you're not the one being shot.
>>98391>>98392Technically speaking, he would have to turn away from the guns in order to engage the opponents immediately to his side. This and the fact that he would be between the partisans and shooters means he is flanked, which denies his dexterity bonus. Since he's trying to get behind the pink pony, he wouldn't have taken a hit to his back, but that's a moot point.
Tl;dr No. Unless all 3 shots missed, or someone else is shooting, the overwhelming probability is that Brie just died.
>>98390>>98393A thought, but not one immediately validated by Brie's experience.
The Pink pony levels her carbine at the mysterious pony or bug that takes the form of one of her comrades, but does not shoot, at least, not yet. When the shots are heard, the green pegasus stallion behind her dives down into a prone position. She remains up for a second longer, then falls to the ground herself, still looking at Brie, but not able to effectively keep a ready stance. She looks more than a little confused and afraid. This is nothing compared to the white earth pony stallion (civilian) in the seat to the left of Brie, who was already afraid, and now falls on his belly and covers his eyes with his hooves. No shattering of glass nor thud accompanies the sound of the gunshots, which sound like they are coming from outside. The Lime green unicorn remains standing, and looks out the window to her left
"Sentries are under attack!"
BangBang Bang>>98387Who knows. But Vanhoover at the beginning of the Great War is not great betting odds
[1d20+3 = 12][1d20+7 = 23]>>98394If that's how you want to play itUnwilling to see if he's been shot or how badly, Brie seizes on the pumping adrenaline coursing through his body, turns, and plants both his daggers into the Lime Green officer's face.
not literally going for the face, just posturing
>>98395Do you mean he throws them at her? The only pony within easy melee range is the pink mare, although the stallion behind her is a 5 foot step away
>>98395Because of the seats, Brie has the option of ducking and thus going out of line of sight for all but the two ponies near him, and actually probably even the stallion behind the pink mare couldn't see him\r
>>98396Yes, at her. He prefers to throw knives anyway.
>>98397That will be his next move.
>>98398One hit, one miss. This should count as sneak attack damage as she was looking out the window to her side when Brie threw the knives. He may fall with a move action, as the pink pony tries to pick up her carbine and position it.
[3d6 = 13][1d4+1 = 3]>>98399Also I forgot that uncanny dodge means he doesn't lose his dex bonus even if flanked
>>98400What is his Dex bonus?
The lime unicorn is sure as shit hurt
>>98401+3 dex, and IDFK what the armor suit gives
[1d20+1 = 8]>>98402Well, right now he should roll for initiative on the prone pink partisan pony
[1d20+3 = 23]>>98403Does the disguise effect count as a quick action?
>>98404You're definitely going first.
>>98404Is he changing disguises?
Well, Brie absolutely won intiative, allowing him to act before the peaved pink probe partisan pony pulls her gun into position on the ground
>>98405Obviously, but the length of time it takes to activate/change his appearance is a very crucial element to how he proceeds
>>98407I think it would be a quick action, yes
>>98406If he has time to before grappling the pink pony, yes; he's changing his disguise into that of the pink pony.
Otherwise/afterward, he's grappling.
>>98409And done. Grapple the pink pony
What is Brie’s disguise bonus?
[1d20-1 = -15]>>98410Disguise items are listed as giving a +10 to disguise attempts, he has 0 ranks in disguise, and his charisma modifier is -1. Rolling to start grapple (basic attack roll that disregards opponents armor bonus). Since pink is prone she gets a -4 to AC, but so is Brie (who gets -4 to attack). So, rolling to grab pink against whatever her modified AC is.
>>98411>>98411Pony is grabbed like a child on stage with Joe Biden
>>98412Pulling a dagger then
>>98413The dagger is pulled.
Does he have quick draw?
>>98414Negative, that would probably be his last action for the round.
>>98415Was he going to completely grapple her or just grab her?
>>98416>>98415Hug her into submission. The dashing rouge's way of incapacitating the target.
[1d20+3 = 23]>>98416Oh right, that.
[1d20+4 = 13]>>98418Okay, there is no way she is beating that. Brie has her grappled, and she has no light weapon with which to attack him. The stallion across from her and Brie is able to get his gun, but cannot do much but remained ready in absolute confusion at... basically everything. The other two guards are not visible to Brie from this angle.
Bang BangBangPOWIgnore the dice roll
>>98419I suppose the gunshots are loud enough for Spark to hear?
>>98420Yes. To the left of the train, far forward
>>98421Spark makes sure the changelings are safely hidden back in their room and drags the crystal bartender inside to keep them out of trouble. He then advances forward to see what kind of trouble the bat got into.
>>98422Well, Brie isn’t in his room, the two changelings still can’t speak the language (but also don’t attack Spark). He would find a dead body in the dining car... but no sign of Brie
yet
>>98423"You best not have gotten us killed before we even got close to our destination Brie..."
Stix continues to move forward, but cautiously, hoping to avoid bullets aimed his way.
>>98424No sign of Brie yet in more sleeper cars. Gunshots continue, forward and to the left
>>98425Spark decides that since stealth is blown anyway, he might as well take out his pistol that was not confiscated last I recall as he steps closer and closer to the gunfire.
>>98394Eh, fair enough. It's your universe. I can introduce or suggest ideas, but it's your decision on what to implement and how.White Light is most definitely alive, though whether she's hiding out in Equestria, captured/recruited by New Mareland, or escaped somewhere else could be debated.
>>98426The gunfire is occurring outside of the Train
>>98427I don't know what happens to the divisions station at the border at the beginning of a two-front Great War - whether they are encircled and destroyed, pushed back with heavy losses, pushed back with few losses, or are redeployed to other fronts when those open up\r
>>98429I was thinking option D and that the division his Recon Company was attached to was redeployed to the Eastern Front, but option B and C are also likely. I'm not sure on option A. If this is the AI Changeling Lands, then it's only after a complete breakdown of the Equestrian lines from a lack of ponypower that troops seem to get encircled.
>>98430>Equestria ever, under any circumstances, running low on ManpowerThe Changelings always make a little advance (unless they make no advance) then stall, then either the war drags on indefinitely in stalemate, or start to lose. It's when a naval invasion takes place that they start to advance... Which I guess implies that the key is troops being redeployed elsewhere
>>98431It honest to god happened in the game I'm currently in the middle of. Equestria stalled the war for about a year before they ran completely out of ponypower.
>>98429I know that, what I mean is forward. Spark continues forward until he finds Brie or is stopped by more threats.
>>98433He definitely finds a scene of many ponies in the front most car - a coach car - with several partisans and passengers
>>98432I don't think I've ever seen that, save for one playthrough as the Holy Pony Empire, and one as the Dread league, and that was only after 3 Million+ casualties
>>98434What else can I make of the scene? Any partisans taking notice of Spark, any with weapons?
>>98435Three on the ground between seats nearer the front, two standing further away looking outside and back, one on the round, one restless bat pony
>>98436I am debating what to do from here... I suppose the only thing a illusionist would likely do is stay back for a moment and decide the best distraction for the job.
>>98436Does Dark Star have any dreams?
>>98438I’m not sure what he would dream about
>>98437They already look
really distracted
>>98439Well then... I guess I will risk it all and sneak forward towards the bat.
>>98439He was having some lewd thoughts before going to sleep
>>98440Sneak?
>>98441So... who is he dreaming about lewding?
>>98442If I was in a situation where I was getting shot at, I would be on edge for attackers that start running up on me. There is a better chance of them not hearing me sneaking over the gun fire... at least I think so.
>>98439Would you have any idea of what Silver would dream about?
>>98445>>98443Wait. I know who
>>98444Enter the room and roll to sneak
>>98446Neigh
It would be blue,
[1d20 = 11]>>98446Gulp. Spark enters the room and hopes that this isn't the worst mistake he has made today.
>>98448More sounds of gunshots coming outside and to the left
He can’t percectly hide for obvious reasons, but he isn’t noticed on the first couple seats
What do you call a crystal horse with a halberd?
Late to sessions as usual
>>98451HE FUCKING LIVES
Spark is gone, Brie is gone, there are two unconscious ponies in his room and the hallway, and there are loud gunshots outside of the train, forward and on the left
>>98447You know she’s like, right there right?
[1d20 = 13]>>98450I'm guessing you want me to roll more to advance
or until I fail . I continue toward the bat pone.
>>98451Welcome back. You may have to save the day.
>>98453Use your booking nerd charm, Spark!
I'm back. Is it time for me to stab a bitch?
>>98452Onyx reflects that this isn't the worst situation he's been in.
He's decides in his infinite wisdom to go towards the gunshots, halberd at the ready.
>>98455Yes. Yes it is. And Spark has entered as well.
>>98457Forward, forward, forward. Until her can tell they are outside and to his left, with sone coming from far in front of the train.
>>98453Quickly, he’d come upon a pink mare in partisan uniform holding an identically looking pink mare in uniform with a knife at her throat.
>>98459Looking out through the door of the train, he can see two ponies along the side of the gorge facing forward, with rifles that occasionally flash against the midnight
[1d20-3 = -7][1d20+3 = 16]>>98458Proceeding to stab a bitch, followed by maintaining the hold. The +3 dice is the attack roll, the... other +3 is the,... grapple hold.
Tell you what, I'll put a -3 on the grapple roll so you can tell them apart. It won't affect the dice, and that way they can be differentiated (don't you dare apply a -3 to it out of spite Xp)
>>98461>>98461A bitch is stabbed
>>98460Can the door be opened?
>>98464Yes. Pull the level on the door to the right
>>98463That's it so far as damage goes?
>>98465Knives are made of rubber unless the user is unaware of its presence.
>>98465The let the lever be pulled
>>98467Thus he is able to go outside, where there seems to be a firefight taking place
>>98465Yeah, they're just +1 masterwork daggers (1 is somewhere in the train car, one is in the lime, so he has 8)
>>98468He dares consider that it is high time to find some cover while seeing if he knows any of the ponies
Is there a chance that the knife that missed hit a passenger?
[1d20+2 = 12]>>98470None of the ponies look familar. The two on the river bank are dressed the same as the two he knocked unconscious earlier. Unfortunately this side of the bridge is a small clearing, so unless he uses the space between the cars as cover, or tries to run under the bridge, or runs past the other two and into the forest on the other side of them, there is no cover. Well, he could lie prone and try to use the grass.
>>98469She tries to break free of the grapple
The stallion points his gun over
"Alright, which of you two is real?"
>>98471Probably not, I am imagining it going high and hitting a window of the back wall or something
>>98472Shit. That will make it harder to find
[1d20+7 = 23]>>98472"I am!"
Bluff
>>98472Hmmmm, can he walk back inside?
[1d2 = 1]>>98475Yes
>>98474Let me do a certain dice roll
>>98476Nice dice roll.
Onyx hereby invents the moonwalk as he akwardly shuffles backwards before shutting the door.
>>98476AHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
>>98478That's not what the dice roll was for
"My name is private Snowflake, born 990 in Luna Nova"
>>98477Well. Things are still going on outside
>>98480Onyx decides to check the train some more, where the horse with a glorified spear isn't threatened by guns.
[1d20+11 = 28]>>98480Her bluff roll (+10 for knowledge)
>>98483>>98481He's inclined to believe the pink mare, and points the gun towards Brie
>>98482Well, there's the forward car
[1d20+7 = 21]>>98483God dammit
2nd attempt
"Would I be stabbing him if he wasn't the intruder?"
>>98484Do I really have to say it?
[1d20+10 = 29]>>98485"Yes?"
>>98488>>98485Oofening intensifies.
>>98488Grrrr
"Don't shoot! You'll hit us both!"
>>98487In the final car, looking through the window, we have Spark crawling on the floor, a pissed off not-brie bat pony at the end of the car, two ponies around him trying to deal with the chaos, and much closer to the front, a pink mare holds a pink mare at knife point while a forest green stallion aims a gun at them
>>98491>tfw stallion has to decide who's the trap
>>98491Onyx looks between all the situations before deciding to stand still and wait until he sees an opening.
[1d20+2 = 9]>>98490This is more convincing to him. The pink mare struggles to try to get free
[1d20+3 = 9]>>98494Opposed roll
"EEEEEEEEEEEE" Brie Eee's internally at his player
Well... Brie's in a tough situation
>>98497
She won the grapple escape, so she can automatically move to an adjacent space
>>98498Stix has little choice but to blow his cover now and aim at the pony threating his friend... assuming he is one of the two.
"You best drop your gun if you want to live."
>>98500Damn it. I knew one day I would mix up my character names.
>>98502Oh shit, you're right, it was a tie, and Brie has the greater modifier
>In case of a tie, the combatant with the higher grapple check modifier wins. If this is a tie, roll again to break the tie.
>>98499Yep, both are now free
Also Spark is here
>>98503I stand corrected
I didn't actually pay that much attention to the dice rollsBrie still has her in her grip
>>98505>>98503Saving the batty fellow one reminder at a time!
>>98500Pretty sure he doesn't know who is who
>>98508I can narrow down that it is one of the two ponies in the struggle, so I am aiming at the one pointing the gun.
>>98509"Who the fuck are you?"
>>98510"Irrelevant. Drop the gun if you want to live."
I keep the sights on his head.
>>98511I feel that's a roll to intimidate, my guy.
>>98511That's definitely a roll to intimidate
[1d20 = 15]>>98512Damn die rolling. It ruins everything.
>>98513Fine.
>>98511Onyx decides to join Spark, trotting up while threatening waving his halberd
[1d20+3 = 16]>>98515What is his cha modifier?
>>98515>>98518You better have 14 CHA or more, or else you're getting shot.
[1d20+3 = 20]>>98514You mean since the main gun wielding pony is distracted? I'm glad you asked.
"Look, I'm sorry I attacked you, it was a matter of self preservation. I don't know what the resistance is about, and I don't... oof... care. I need this train to... OW... keep going and you're in the way. Stand aside and you won't be harmed." Brie whispers to the pink mare.
Disengage the grapple (unless she resists, he can do that without a check).
If she doesn't, the soldier pony is getting a knife to the face.
>>98518>>98519Just looked it up, I got 16 or +3
>>98520That goes much better than it could have
She turns around and asks "Who
are you?"
>>98521He steps back, and lowers the gun
>>98522"I'm just a bat,, in the wrong place at the wrong time. My name is Brie. I'm just trying to get to the end of the line, and this forestall isn't helping. You hit me, I hit you, we're square. Lets not kill eachother needlessly. I'm not a changeling, I just like disguise magic. I'll show you, but I won't surrender."
>>98523"Okay... Who are they?"
>>98524"They, the ones in the room brandishing weapons, or they the ones outside shooting guns? I don't know about the ones outside, but I'd guess it has something to do with the mare you're after. Pinkie Pie? I don't know, I'm just going off what others have said. I'm not involved with them, but I need to get this train going again."
>>98525"Okay...."
She's still afraid
>>98525>>98526Boop her to ease tensions.
>>98526Without standing up, Brie turns and puts his back to her with his hooves outstretched so she can see them. "Now is your chance."
As an afterthought, since he doesn't seem to be immediately threatened
(whatever happened to the solder who might have gotten a blade to the face BTW?)
he chuckles. "Oh right," and removes his cloak, slowly and unthreateningly.
>>98525"Brie? That's you?"
Then something else clicks
"Wait,
Pinkie Pie?"
>>98530"Yeah its me,... what, you know this Pinkie Pie?" Brie calls out. Then, to the pink pony, "Pardon me, I need to take this." and stands up, hooves still out-stretched.
>>98528Well... He's not getting stabbed
>>98529>>98530Speaking of the other soldiers
"HALT!"
Two more partisans level their weapons towards Spark, Brie, and Onyx
>>98532Quick, someone panic shoot them!
>>98531"More know of. She's helped save the Crystal Empire a few times-"
>>98532Onyx looks from his halberd, to the guns, and back again.
He then wonders how he got talked into melee training.
>>98534Not impossible to charge. If he can get past Brie, the pink pony, and the green stallion
>>98534To show off dem muscles, son!
[1d20+9 = 19]As Brie stands up, the last vestiges of the disguise glamer trail off of him, and he stands there a slightly bruised bat-pony with his hooves outstretched, with his back away from the pink pony (who no one can see, except maybe the gun-wielding stallion who might have caught a knife to the face).
>>98532"Please don't bark at me,
slight of hand, frog a dagger I'm coming out. No more blood needs to be spilled."
>>98536Hmmmmm
>>98535I assume improved overrun will be of no help?
>>98538It would help put those meanie ponies prone, yes. Including all the other ponies in your path.
I think.
"The one behind me is to remain unharmed, she has my word." Brie continues to slowly step forward, scanning the train car slowly and unaggressively.
>>98537>>98540Looking over, Brie can see a few things. The first is that the leader is not actually dead, although she seems at least as injured as Brie, and is bleeding from her barrel. The second is that the old bat pony at the end of the car is lying on his side and his restraints are on differently. The two partisans level their weapons at them, though focused more on Brie. The pink mare is keeping back, but the but the green pony is still angry. A firefight is actively going on outside still, with some shots coming from what seems to be the car in front of them. The passengers are still there, but remain passive, neither knowing what is going on nor wanting to be shot
"What do you want, and where is the corporal?"
>>98538No, that could help
>>98541Excellent! Subtly be damned, Onyx charges at the one furthest from Brie.
What checks do I need?
[1d20+7 = 17]>>98542Seeing the movement, Brie waits for the remaining guns to train on Onyx.
The moment they do, the officer is getting stuck again.
>>98542Strength check
Let me think about who would be in the way...
The green pony may be off to the side, pretty sure Brie is in the way
>>98544Pretty sure all those guns are going to be firing on Onyx
very soon
[1d20+4 = 11]>>98545I can do strength checks
Also
>Implying he can't avoid the others
>>98545>>98545Reminder that you can't dodge out of the way due to improved overrun.
Not waiting
"I'm trying to get some sensitive cargo to a sensitive place. I picked the train because I thought I could have an unassuming and low-intensity ride to my destination. I don't care what your agenda is, I only care that the train has stopped. Your corporal is dead. I killed him, because he was unwilling to listen to me. I hope you won't make the same mistake. We do not surrender, but we might parlay."
>>98548Has Brie ever been trampled by a horse before?
>>98546Are you targeting Brie? Because he's in the corridor between Onyx and the two targets
>>98549That depends. Did he stick the officer?
>>98551Not if he was waiting until the partisans didn't have a readied action to shoot Brie
Onyx hadn't done anything stupid to make them shoot him yet
>>98550I was attempting to target a target that isn't an ally
>>98553Brie is in the way though
>>98553You can, but you're going to trample Brie with them to do it.
>>98554Can I just stay put then since I can't do anything?
I feel like there is a bit of a catch 22 here
>>98557You can forgo the "improved" part of the overrun, warn Brie to move aside, and then charge towards the enemy as a tank
[1d20+4 = 16]>>98559We'll go with that one then
"Brie! Move!"
Onyx then sets himself into a full gallop at the horses at the end of the hall. I don't care which one, just go ahead and pick.
>>98560Is that a trample roll, or an attack roll with his halberd?
>>98556Roll reflex save
>>98560Brie takes a step forward (or back, whichever will get him clear faster). If he CAN, he also tries to stick the officer with his blade.
this is still blade #8
>>98561Would I need to do so as well?
>>98562To the sideHe can upon a successful roll of a reflex save
>>98563I don't know... Maybe Onyx moved in front of him?
>>98563Eh, if you want to get trampled on, sure.
[1d20+7 = 15]>>98564Reflex save? Muahahaha.
[1d20+3 = 13][1d20+3 = 5]>>98567They fire at Onyx
>>98568Brie, by virtue of not being the target and thus not recieving the full 12+4 trample roll, rolls out of the way
[1d20+1 = 7]>>98567One bullet hits Onyx. Rolling opposed Trample
[2d6 = 3]>>98567>>98570Onyx knocks one to the ground, but is shot once
>>98570God dammit, can I still stick lime in the face?
>>98572>3 damageBut a scratch
I guess that would end Onyx's turn then.
>>98574Pretty sure the shots were their turns. You can hit them again.
>>98573>>98574There is a still a pissed off partisan next to Onyx, and the forest green stallion over near Spark and sort of behind Brie
>>98574Onyx feels a hornet sting
>>98573Yes
>>98574
[1d20+7 = 16]>>98576IN THE FACE
please tell me that gets a sneak bonus, PLEASE tell me that gets a sneak bonus
>>98577Hit
>>98578I mean, she's not in a combat stance
[1d20+11 = 12]>>98575>>98576Excellent!
To Onyx everything is now slightly reddish, I wonder why?
He then stabs at the pony who shot him with his halberd.
[1d20 = 17]>>98576Spark decides that the situation can't be salvaged at this point and fires at the forest green stallion.
[3d6 = 6][1d4+1 = 2]>>98579
>>98583>>98580Oh look, now I'm seeing red.
>>98584Don't think you'll have to see my face again
Anyone? anyone?
>>98585Clueless coughing in the audience.
[2d6 = 5][1d20+3 = 12]>>98580He falls the hell down. The pony shoots again
>>98582She is definitely dying
>>98581Hit. Rolling damage
[1d2 = 1][2d6 = 8]>>98584>>98587Looks like a hit on Onyx. Rolling damage
>>98581He is injured, but not yet out
>>98588I guess that's kinda cool.Also, that sentence should come with a roll of either diplomacy or intimidate.
[1d20+7 = 12]>>98590You're right
(going with bluff, because he can't into intimidate)
[1d20+1 = 15][1d20 = 7]>>98588>>98592
>>98593>>98591Forest green seems to buy it, the stallion towards the front near onyx does not
[1d20 = 12]>>98594Onyx stands up and stabs that stallion to prove that he should listen to reason and peace instead of violence, red Haze still in his vision.
>>98594>>98595I think that’s a hit. Roll damage
[1d6+8 = 10][1d10 = 1]>>98596Yeah, it should be +11 but I forgot.
>>98597And that is... not quite a kill, actually
>>98588It looks like now a ceasefire has been achieved, with the evident leader dead and all 4 of the others injured.
>>98598Good enough, he has been taught that violence solves nothing so I'm satisfied. Onyx may not be, but I am
>>98600"Glad you could make it bartender."
>>98599"Everypony! If you wish for everypony to kill one another, then strike me down now. But if I can speak for a moment, we are not one another's adversaries. I don't know why you've hijacked the train, and I really don't care. All I care about is getting to my destination alive and with my cargo. Your soldiers attacked me, and so I killed them. I didn't know why, and I would give them as much time to explain as they gave me. But we don't have to fight. Please, someone, tell me what you all are after. Train your guns on me if you like. Your officer is down, I'm not interested in hearing from people who order others to their death. I want to hear from you ponies. What is your aim?"
>>98602“We are here to rescue Pinkie Pie, on route from Baltimare to Ponyville.”
>>98603"Rescue?
RESCUE?! From whom?"
>>98603"Why couldn't you reach her if you got the intel that she would be on this train? Why not just tell her through a message not to be on this train at this time? It has obviously backfired horribly for you."
>>98603Wait, why would Pinkie be travelling on an assumed civilian passenger train? I think I'm missing something here that was hinted way earlier possibly. Was there an inaccessible car guarded by changelings/Mareland guards?
>>98604“The Blackhooves and the Changelings.”
>>98605“She has been under house arrest since the surrender.”
>>98606There are multiple options, including a secure car, placing several guards in one large room, and so forth.
>>98607"Thats it. Now I'm PISSED!" Brie sets off toward the rear of the train, intent on resuming the search through the cars.
>>98607"I'm guessing she isn't her usual self then, or she would have already escaped. Still doesn't explain your hostile takeover. You should have located the location through espionage and then tactically assaulted the area you needed."
>>98608Spark looks surprised at the sudden outburst from Brie.
>>98608Only 2 rooms remain in Brie’s car, then several more past that
>>98609“Pray tell, what the actual fuck do you think we are doing here except using intel to try to rescue her when security is weakest?”
>>98609"No one harms the pink one!" Brie exclaims as he leaves for the rear compartments.
>>98609>>98608>>98600‘Ol midnight blue, still on his side, starts laughing loudly, almost maniacally
>>98610"Doing a sloppy job. You staled the train and then went car to car looking for her, causing a panic and giving the Blackhooves plenty of time to report the hostile action. They no doubt are on their way to recapture her once you succeed. Your operation wasted too much valuable time. Furthermore, why didn't you try to secure some potential help taking over the train from any loyalists to the Celestial crown from the passengers to buy yet more time? This is a joke of an operation."
>>98613>>98614>>98612Seem the op they carried out is a success tho. Good thing you didn't stab her, Brie.Also, don't expect master tactics from a bunch of rebels.
>>>>98613He sighs
“Dumbass, there is literally no other way to do it. If we attacked the safe house, there would be far more security and a nearby police force. If we attacked the drop off point, there would be far more security and police. If you didn’t notice, it’s 2:00 AM in a rural area outside if the Everfree forest. The nearest Blackhooves garrison is many, many, many miles away, and we made sure to disable the radio first. And if you also didn’t notice, we were chatting peacefully with the passengers until you assholes showed up. Celestia, think about shit before you start critiquing.”
>>98614>>98609>>98600“As I said before, she’s not on this train”
>>98617"
Then why are you here?" Brie growls through gritted teeth.
>>98618This is Midnight Blue Brie is talking to
“To get to my destination in Bales. Why are you here?”
>>98616"I don't think you are in a position to be complaining here. You got defeated by civilians that got pissed off at your disruption. You failed your objective from what should have been a non-issue. Next time, bring a unicorn to teleport civilians out of harms way."
>>98616>>98618It can be assumed by this rebel's response that they're planning to pretend to be Black Hooves, pick Pinkie up with the train and then exfil her somwhere safe, which could be troublesome if they send in escorts of any kind.
>>98620“They weren’t in’s harm’s way until YOU STARTED SHOOTING IN A CROWDED TRAIN CAR.”
>>98618The stallion answers for Midnight
“This is Black Ostend. He was going to Bales to work for the SSA there. We found him during the search.”
>>98622When did Spark even shoot? He just aimed a gun.
>>98619Brie walks back toward the bat-pone. "We have something in common." Brie says calmly. Then he grabs the tip and pulls open one of the bat-pones wing. "Maybe two things. One, we both know how easy it is for a bat-pony to be handicapped." he says, gesturing one of his knives along the fleshy part in between segments. "For two, and this is the one I'm assuming on, we don't like to be fucked with. You don't HAVE to make it to Bales of course, but
if you do, there's no telling if you'll fly again."
[1d20+7 = 23]>>98624Bluff check
>>98623In
>>98581>>98625>>98624“Hahaha, what liberation movement are you a part of, youngling?”
>>98626They shot first and would have shot Brie if I didn't.
>>98626Oh whoops. Guess the group sorta overreacted all around with all the knockdowns and kills. Granted, they shouldn't be knocking on door like they're SS or the pony equivalent of it, especially if anyone has a weapon and something to hide.>>98627Tell that to the mare as Spark, not the GM.
>>98628Eh, it's clear they are not in the mood for such talk. They will just cycle through one uping me for each response I give.
>>98626Brie sticks his knife in the bat-pone's rear-left hoof. "Do I strike you as somepony who takes or gives orders? I don't give a fuck about resistance movements or factions or what the fuck ever. I'm just a pissed-off foal-sitter who has far more pleasant ponies to tend to then you. So the sooner you give me the information I need to get this train moving again, the better chance that you won't be maimed in the process."
>>98581He looks up at Brie with lidded eyes, damned near seductively. He places up his forehoives as a reminder to Brie that he is and has been restrained
“And what do you want to know?”
>>98631>>98630A little question for now: Do you roll secretly like RL GMs do without showing the results?
>>98631Brie reaches down, grabs the knife stuck his rear hoof and sticks it in his other rear hoof. "I'm sorry, this would take forever if I were to play games with you and I
am on a timeframe. How about you tell me what
you think might be important, and I'll stop slowly killing you if I agree."
>>98632Yes
>>98633“Then what is your question?”
>>98632IDK, ATM I'm in character. If GM wants me to roll I will, but for now intimidation or whatever seems evident
>>98635It wasn't directly meant to be about you, more like the tip that you're being 'restrained' somehow.>>98634What dice rolls in particular? I think move silently, hide and other sneak stuff but not much else that I can think of.
>>98634"My question?" Brie pulls the knife out and places it before the bat pony's eye. "When should I stop?"
>>98633>>98637“Missy, if you want to continue to play with me the way my brothers did with me when I was a foal, then give me a knife and we can have some fun. If you are working for Celestia then I have to wonder why you killed their Sargent in cold blood. I for one have been arrested and beaten for attending the wrong church, hired and then discharged after several weeks before my first paycheck, and have generally been shafted by these Celestia followers my whole life, so I’m not inclined to help them, or you if you’ve lost your damned mind and decided to join them. But I can tell you that I have been interrogated and have interrogated prisoners many times, and it generally helps to ask a question you need answers to, and only thereafter be angry for non-responsive questions. You should art asking now, because by the looks of your bleeding you don’t have very long. At any moment, the pony behind you could decide to shoot you while you are staring at my beautiful face, or the pony down the car, or the two armed ponies outside, or those bandits closing in.”
He has a long scar running down his face
\r
>>98638(Uhm,... Brie isn't bleeding, he's only taken two hits, a glancing strike and a buttstrike,... he's still at 16 hp,....)
>>98639Hmmm, he could take more then. I thought he was at 3 HP
>>98638"Bleeding? Me? Oh no, none of this (he gestures to himself) is mine, I've just been very busy. Sill, you make a valid point. I appreciate the admission though, I was about to stake your hooves down and tend to my foals for a moment. Oh THAT'S it!"
Brie looks around to the assembled ponies. "He wants to die, so he might try to force you to kill him. He appears suitably restrained at the moment though, so if he tries anything he should be able to be beaten down, but he should be done so at range in case he's skilled at unarmed combat, which his little tidbit suggests. I know what he's NOT prepared for though!" Brie exclaims, departing for the Lings' room.
>>98640He has 26 max. He took a 3hp blow and a 7hp blow, unless I'm missing something.
>>98641Thus, Brie goes back
Are either Onyx or Spark still here?
>>98642I was thinking 16. I’ll take that into consideration and build a more challenging encounter next time
>>98643Sidestepping the body in the dining car, Brie presents himself at the Lings' (and his) door, knocking twice, and then once.
>>98644>more challenging encounterHe's only alive because of plot devices. By all reason he should have been swiss cheese already, 2-3x.
Don't expect me to play him that way though. ^_~
>>98645Its a ceasefire atm, and the shackled bat-pone is more edgy than Brie. He's still shackled, and Brie just left to acquire 'the means to interrogate him'.
>>98646Kerr answers
>>98645One if the partisans starts to walk out through the back
>>98648"Umm... where do you think you are going?"
I follow him, gun and glass right to my side.
>>98649He continues walking towards the back vestibule
>>98649"Mind the corpse, I usually clean up after myself."
>>98648"Herr Kerr! Bist du und herr Wesley hungrig?"
>>98650I continue to follow, gun ready incase he pulls something.
>>98649"This pony, he might know how to manage
physical pain, but I bet we can get him to talk." ^_~
>>98652He slips around out of sight towards the doors
>>98651“Ja!”
“Ja!”
>>98654>out of sightHow? I thought I was following. How do I lose line of sight on a train?
>>98655He goes around a wall
>>98656Is it a wall I can't follow him around?
>>98654"Gut. Ich habe dann eine Herausforderung für dich. Er wird sich verteidigen, und er wird seine Liebe vor Ihnen verbergen, aber er ist einem Pony gegenüber sehr widerstandsfähig. Er versteckt sich reichlich." He thinks for a moment.
"Verkleidung bitte, junge Ponys."
>>98656>>98657Oh fug
>>98658“Die meisten Ponys sind so. Das kriegen wir hin.”
They quickly take the form of young ponies - a red earth pony and a brown unicorn.
>>98657He opens the door quickly, and yells outside
“Ashlands Contingency!”
[1d20-1 = -4]>>98660I attempt to kick him out the door.
>>98661If you ever wanted a reason I hate dice...
>>98660Apparently the whole "beat him" bit was disregarded?
[1d20+3 = 7]>>98663What do you mean?
>>98661Fail. He hits back.
>>98664>>98661He also fails to hit Spark
[1d20-1 = -11]>>98665"You couldn't resolve this peacefully could you? You had to bring in more trouble. You don't have any more reason to even be here."
Attempt to shove out the door once more.
>>98664>so if he tries anything he should be able to be beaten downIs what I said. I assumed 'running off' would count for trying anything.
>tfw a spooder just tried to nuzzle up to me IRL
[1d20+1 = 8]>>98667They seem to think Brie means “he is a tough nut to crack”
But was he cuddly?>>98666Rolling opposed
>>98666Spark wins, and he is knocked onto the ground
>>98668Yes, actually. I didn't realize it was a spooder at first, I thought it was a cranefly. I might have broken some of his legs while grabbing him, and maybe a few while throwing him across the room. ._.Brie heads back to the interrogation room.
These mare-fuckers, thinking that "beat him" doesn't mean "beat him"
>>98669I aim my gun at him.
"Call them off."
>>98671From the blackness, Spark hears called out to him, “who the fuck are you?”
>>98670Brie heads back to the coach car. Spark and at least one of the partisans are visibly absent.
>>98672But the bat pony is
present?
>>98673Yep. Still tied up in the back.
>>98674"Junge tiere, das hier."
"Please, no pony be alarmed."
Brie frogs a pair of daggers.
[1d20+3 = 13]>>98672"I'm just a spoiled rich colt with nothing left to his name that is getting pissed off at a renegade nopony that is ruining my day. Tell this 'contingency' to get the buck away from here or that call will be the last you ever make."
Intimidation roll.
>>98676“I don’t control them”
“DROP THE FUCKING WEAPON!”
>>98675Quickly, is Brie going to take the changelings to the bat?
[1d20+3 = 8]>>98676May as well roll opposed
>>98676Is intimidated (and prone), but the answer in
>>98677 stands
>>98680If you’ve ever tried to drag a dog somewhere they really didn’t want to be, like to take a bath, you know about the reaction that Kerr and Wesley give. They seem afraid to enter the car.
>>98677"Damn it."
I slam the door close and run back to Brie.
>>98680"We got company! They are bringing reinforcements."
>>98681Fug. I'm gonna have to come back to it then.
'Night all
>>98683>>98682I hope it’s been enjoyable enough
A tl;dr of tonight’s action:
Brie, Spark, and Onyx succeeded in forcing the partisans inside of the car into a submission without getting killed.
One of them has evidently escaped and alerted a set of sentries outside of the train to the existence of a danger in the train.
This contingent of the partisans has been actively holding back an attack on the train or on the partisans by an unknown faction.
The Partisans reveal that their original intent was to intercept and rescue Pinkie Pie, whom they believe was to be transferred from Baltimare to Ponyville on this train
There is a bat pony who has been taken prisoner by the partisans, that Brie now wants to interrogate, but is fairly hard to intimidate
Brie has retrieved the changelings to use basically like the demontors in the Harry Potter series as living torture devices.
The changelings are aftaid to enter the coach car, which is where the night ends.
>>98685So... with the bat unavailable as well as the bartender... could I still do some interactions there?
>>98685You three keep this up and limbo ends for the other three characters! Go Brie and Co. Go!
>>98698Prep yourself up, because you're either going to sink a dagger on all remaining rebels or deal with a group of Mareland ponies/policemares with extreme prejudice.
Alright, we can begin if desired, although please note that I am away from my laptop and so may not respond quickly or may miss posts.
I want to note that no one is in “limbo,” anyone can start
>>98702Onyx uses a free action to enter a portal to limbo.
>>98704>>98703Critical Mission Failure
>>98707>>98706Here, we see the batponer stalk his prey to steal mangoes from the other, stronger batponer
Does anypony want to declare any actions?
>>98710Only thing Iron's waiting on dreamland aztec shenanigans is for some healing from Cauldron.
Heck, maybe Pear can help.
>>98712>>98713Is there going to be a game tonight?
>>98710I would like to declare that Silver is sleeping soundly despite the floor being a bit uncomfortable.
Maybe it's because he's still in Star's presence.
>>98710Dark Star is still sleeping.
While sleeping Dark Star grinds his hips against blue.
>>98718>>98718And she’s making sure Silver doesn’t steal her boyfriend
>>98719She's got some stiff competition.
>>98720That’s why Skies thought ahead, and disabled the competition. A male, especially older, can only have so many orgasms a day. Silver is going to be down for a while.
>>98721Damn, foiled again. Silver's down to a pair of holes.
>>98722which leads her to step 2: disable Dark Star>>98716*grinds back*
>>98723Silver's two favorite ponies gettin' down and dirty right in front of him? Kinky.
>>98721Big Think.jpeg>>98723>Disable
it's less likely than you thinkBlue can feel something poking her flank
>>98725>>98723Be careful you two. ERP is a Brie repellant.
I'll be around in about an hour
>t, EEEEEEEEEEEE
>>98728NoEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEce
>>98728Good to sEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE you.
>>98728>>98728One hour later...
>>98732Did you set a timer?
So last I checked in, Brie was for some reason unsuccessful at getting the Lings to help suck out enough of this smart-ass bat pony's soul for him to start talking
>>98734The Changelings are hesitant to enter the train car
>>98736As the two changelings look into the car, they freeze is abject horror at a detail that, until now, has existed primarily in the background. Something both Brie and the partisans have largely ignored. The large number of civilian passengers in the car.
“Alle diese Ponys...”
Wesley, expressing more confidence in his own subtlety, steps forward somewhat into the car. Kerr absolutely does not want to enter.
>>98737Brie sighs and runs his hoof across his face. "Okay, ich bringe dich zurück ins Zimmer." he says before returning the Lings to the room, and then returning to the dining car (with no disguise on)
>>98738did I say dining car? I meant the car they're keeping the other bat in
>>98738They nod, and he does so
The car is the coach car\r
>>98740Yes, but the vestibule just before it, looking for the door outside
>>98741Is Brie going to the coach car, and to the door to exit the car?
Yes, there would be a door right there
>>98742I don't understand the first question. He's gonna try and see what's going on outside before he tries to make progress with the other bat
If there is a window in the door, he will ascertain what he can from there. If not, he will try and open the door to likewise determine.
>>98743There is a window. THere are at least three ponies visible, with one trying to enter the train, one looking over to the train, and one still leveling his rifle forward towards something in the darkness
>>98744"Not that door then!" Brie goes to the next (away from coach) vesibule door, to see how occupied it is.
>>98745The vestibule of the sleeper car next to the coach doesn’t have anypony coming to it, although all the same ponies are visible outside. And no ponies are visible on the right side... at least close to the train
>>98746Brie watches them operate for a few rounds
>>98747>>98747The one furthest away takes aim and shoots at some unseen attacker that, by spacial logic, should he near the mail car. Another one in the mid distance looks on at the train. The one closest seems to be looking into the train himself
[1d20 = 20]>>98748Brie adjusts his appearance, but only to make the disguise cloak look like something that matches his suit better,... a trench coat I think, and then goes back to the coach car. "Your buddies are putting up quite a fight. What makes
you so special?" Brie says. Sense motive on the bat's response
>>98749Well, that succeeded.
Is Brie talking to Midnight blue?
>>98750Yes. He phrased the question to ascertain whether or not this blue is actually knowledgeable about who the outside ponies are and if they are associated with him, but more by how he responds to the question than by his actual answer.
Is it too late for me to join?
>>98751He looks back in confusion for a moment
“... Yes, and they will be through any moment now.”
Then he looks up at Brie
“If you didn’t hear that bone head talking earlier, my name is Bader Ozren, and I am a captain of the State Security Security Administration.”
He seems to be bluffing about his comrades closing in, as he real doesn’t seem to believe they are the ones outside nor that they would be there anytime soon. (Doesn’t make him right either). He seems to be telling the truth about who he is, issuing it almost as a threat.
>>98752No
>>98753Well, after announcing that we have company to Brie, I go to try and brace that door. Hopefully there is a lock on it and some items that can force them to find another route in.
>>98753>State Security Security AdministrationBrie turns obviously and dismissively away from Master Bader and starts thinking out loud.
"Well if they're not with him, and they're not with the resistance, who the hell are they with?"
Is the Oz man bound by chains?
>>98754There is a sort of turntable knob that seems to be a lock.
[1d20 = 5]>>98755While contemplating what to do, Brie is going to attempt to locate his throwing knives
>>98756Spark turns the knob. Does it need a strength check due to Spark's apparent muscular atrophy most of the time?
>>98755Oh hush, I’m on mobile at a bar. It’s obviously “STate Security AdministrationHe is bound by rope.
”Bader” is the Surname of “Paul Bader,” a Wehrmacht Leuitenant General in WW2 who was responsible for anti-partisan opperations in Croatia and Serbia. It’s also a Dutch meaning “father.” You hush I will start calling your character “Captain Marvel.”>>98757Not immediately located.
>>98758Not really, it’s a simple enough mechanism
>>98759Well he knows where two of them are, they're sticking in the dead officer. Those he gets.
"So if he's not with either party, than turning him loose would only further complicate the situation for the other factions." Brie beams.
"Alright then, since digging information out of you won't work, and my interrogation specialists are having stage fright, you leave me no choice." Brie says approaching Bader.
>>98759Whew. For once I don't have to fail a strength check. I turn the lock and begin to look around for something that might further brace it from angry rebel fighters.
>>98760“And what’s that?”
>>98761That would require a skill check
Brie proceeds to cut Bader's bonds. "Now don't you go eating anymore ponies," he says with a sarcastically admonishing tone.
>>98762Damn it... I have no skills basically... looks like I'm just going to have to hold the line. Stix retreats to the room the bats and changelings are hanging out at.
[1d20+5 = 7]>>98763He looks back at Brie somewhat skeptically
“Thanks”
He proceeds to walk forward towards the front of the car, looking back at Brie for a significant portion of the time, and looking over the seats
>>98764They’ll be coming soon enough
>>98765Brie follows. "Don't mind me, I'll just be observing you while you work."
[1d20+5 = 20]>>98766He looks back over again
[1d20+6 = 10]>>98767He quickly bends down
>>98765>>98766Spark tends to the changelings.
"I know you guys don't really understand me, but we should head back to the room now."
Stix ponts the way back to their car.
>>98768>>98769I think Brie put the changelings all the way back in his room
>>98770Darn. I thought they left that room, but stopped short of the one car with all the interrogation...
[1d20+4 = 6]>>98768Then he tries to stab the stallion that Onyx trampled in the eye
>>98772Not exactly a pristine performance. This prompts Snowflake and Forest Green to yell out at him
“Stop that!”
>>98773"Don't interrupt, I want to see what he's going to do next." Brie objects.
>>98774He abandons
that project, then goes forward through the vestibule, and tries to cross over to the car in front
>>98775Only after doing a certain something else... he picks up one of the guns
[1d20 = 3]>>98775He knocks on a closed door of the car in front of them
“I am with the police, Bader Ozren of the SSA.”
[1d20 = 14]>>98778And is promptly told to fuck off. He knocks again.
“Damn it, I am trying to help.”
>>98779After slightly more finagling with the pony inside, he is allowed to enter
[1d20 = 10]>>98780Brie rushess to get his hoof in the door
>>98781I’m going to say that succeeded
He hears a “who the fuck are you?”
>>98771Knocking on the door
\r
>>98782Sparks ears shoot up. Can he tell which door this is coming from?
>>98783Coach, rear vestibule, left door
>>98784Sparks heart starts racing a bit. He looks around for cover for the firefight that will most likely go down soon.
[1d20+7 = 26]>>98782"There's no time, let me through."
bluff
>>98785A blue light lights up around the door. Ecivdently they are trying to unlock the door with telekinesis magic, although they don’t quite seem to be locating the lock
>>98787I guess that means no cover...
Spark begins to think of something he could do. If only he payed attention in those classes on useful magic.
[1d20 = 11]>>98786They must believe he is in party with Ozren, because they let him through. Assuming he actually comes inside, they
immediately lock the door behind him.
What he’s looking at is a long car with open shelves on both sides, with cabinets, safes, letters, walls with open slots. The whole room is dressed in wood and stainless steel. There are three ponies in this room besides Ozren and Brie. One is bear Ozren and Brie and is holding a shotgun. Another is at the far end and looking out of an open slit in what seems to be a partly open window. He aims another shotgun out of it. The middle one looks over at Brie and is between the two. All three wear blue uniforms that unambiguously place them as Postal employees.
>>98788Now, they try shooting at it
>>98789Spark takes aim for the door. How many shots are ripping through?
[1d20 = 20]>>98790Two, thus far
>>98790>>98791The door slowly swings open
>>98789... I've got nothing. I'll try and think of something tomorrow
>>98791>>98792Why can't I get those kind of rolls?
Spark takes one last look at Tipsy.
"If I don't make it though this, it's been a good run. Wish me luck."
Spark stands there, waiting for the first pony to step onto the train.
>>98793Brie's presence in the room would undoubtedly change the conversation as the ponies question whether he is a threat and why he is in a normally restricted area, but absent Brie's participation, the conversation between Ozren and the Postal employees would go something like this:
Ozren (to Brie):
What the hell are you doing here?Postal Employee (to Ozman):
I thought he was with you?I don't know who he is, but he did kill at least one partisan on the trainSo those are indeed partisans next to the train? That's about what I thoughtYes, they claim that they are from the Everfree Resistance" or something. They say they are searching for somepony.From Everfree? I doubt it. If they were familiar with this location they would have known better than to stop the train in this place, in the most lawless part of Equestria north of the Forbidden Jungles. Either that, or they must have been very confident in their security, or just plain desperate.So these are bandits?Indeed, we've been able to keep them from entering the car for 15 minutes now. The partisans have also been holding them back. I guess they don't want their "peaceful" search to be tainted by a robbery.What's stopping the train?I don't know. My best guess is that they made use of the light warning system. There are lights that will go red when the track ahead is busted and an electric circuit is broken. They warn the Train to stop and not go onto dangerous track. That, or maybe they placed an obstacle on the track to force the train to stop....
>>98794The first one coming through the door is the same pony he pushed out the door early. He is holding, in this case, a bolt-action rifle. He hasn't noticed Spark
yet.
If my experience with EaW is anything to go by, then I imagine it won't be too much longer before the party hears about beginning of the Dark Crusade against the Arcturian Order. That'll be interesting.
>>98800There have actually been a number of different events I have wanted to have “newspaper headlines” for, but I never got the chance to implement them
>>98801Because none of the players have picked up a newspaper, I take it.
Might have to have Silver do that.
>>98802Also, if it wasn’t abundantly obvious, this is not based on a single play through... making a lot of the world feel kind of ill defined.
>>98803I haven't really thought of it as ill-defined so far, it's just that I don't know much of what's going on. It would be a good idea to have Silver look in a newspaper. All he knows is happening is that New Mareland and Skyfall are in a war, and it's going badly for both of them.
Also, man, is it quiet today.
>>98804>>98804Yeah, that’s the only event I’ve been able to squeeze in thus far.
Also, the New Marekand campaign has changed radically over the course of the updates
>>98805I've only been playing since we started. How's it changed?
[1d20+5 = 19]>>98795"Freeze. Step back off this train and you won't have to die tonight."
Intimidation check. +3 Cha and +2 synergy bonus for 5+ ranks in bluff if I got that right.
I looked up any bonuses I could get because I really hope to survive this.
>>98806Oh God, so very, very much.
Prior to the Riverlands update, you could bee-line for heavy battleship technologies to start laying down a heavy battleship,then try to invade a number of Southern Griffonian nations, which would cause Aquelia to declare war on you, but that threat could be neutralized by placing a garrison at the one straight connecting new Freeside and Aquelia, and by sinking the entire Aquelian navy. Eventually you could place a single destroyer in the straight, while using the war with Aquelia to reduce your war justification time. The war with Equestria would always be the highlight of the whole game and centers on getting Equestria to guarentee a nation you then conquer, then making a naval invasion, breaking the back of the Equestrian army, and then making a mad dash to take as much land as possible before the changelings do. One tactic I liked was two separate invasions, one in the south and one in the north, to try to take as much land as possible. After that, you would wait until the next great confrontation, which would be against the Changelings. The Changelings would invade Stalliongrad, then Nova Griffonia, which would reduce their pony power but increase the length of the border.Now... Just yuck. At some point the game was changed so that Stalliongrad would almost invariably join the Great War, both in historical and non-historical playthroughs. This makes the whole war so much more difficult for any invasion of the eastern coast, and especially makes splitting the forces ill advised. Obviously this has the effect of meaning that Stalliongrad is not left as an enemy after the war, and there is no waiting on the Changelings to invade Stalliongrad and Nova Griffonia, because the player is forced to do that first. I finally, FINALLY literally just today had a playthrough where Stalliongrad didn't try to join the war (although they did on an earlier save of the same game). Also I should note that there was a brief but blissful period of time when it was possible for Stalliongrad to join but not request military access from Equestria. Also, more recently Wingbardy has started very, very annoyingly to do it's war goal on New Mareland during the Great War... Which is quite something. In fairness this is on non-historical playthroughsThe other huge difference is with the Ironclad update and how it completely fucked up the navy. That update was just a terrible idea. First off, it now takes three times as long to build a capital ship. Just... why. A year to build a battleship was already a very long time, now with it taking three years, it's basically impossible for a minor nation or hell, any major without a first rate navy at the start of the game to build a navy that can compete. The second big change is that Navies just fucking look at each other but refuse to fight. It used to be that you could place your ships in the same region as the enemy ships, then you can just step back and watch them fight light that Japanese guy in the 2014 Godzilla movie. Not you can cram 20 vessels in the same region as 80 enemy ships that they do jack shit. I'm pretty damned sure that the Bismark couldn't even do a training exercise without encountering and fighting British Battleships on multiple occasions, and that in WW1 the instant the Germans took their fleet out of Harbor they fought the royal navy, as well as being completely unable to bring their Pacific fleet back to Germany, losing the whole damned thing in Argentina. Anyways, the short of that is that after Ironclad you cannot neutralize Aquelia because you can't defeat its navy, and thus can't prevent them from Naval invading you
>>98807>>98809He doesn't seem intimidated
"DROP IT!"
[1d20 = 15]>>98809Come on! Really?
>>98810"Why does nopony do the sensible thing when threatened by a gun?"
Stix fires.
>>98812I'm tired alright? I can't keep names straight.
>>98808I've seen Stalliongrad go either way ever since they reworked Historical Paths in the Brothers' Feud update. Nova Griffonia seems to favor either Highhall's military government or the Communist path. I noticed Brantbeak always stays fascist now, and Prywhen always goes isolationist. Aquelia mostly goes down the Republican path now, though I've seen them go down the PAT Moderates path once. I suppose now the tactic to dealing with Aquelia as New Mareland is to avoid war with them until they get into a war with the Empire.I'd ask if you had any ideas on what Silver would dream about, but I'm not sure how much longer tonight I'd be on to actually explore it. I'm fuckin' tired right now.
>>98813You've called Spark "Stix" enough lately that I'm thinkin' that should be his nickname.
>>98814Stix is my old character from the set of role playing threads by the name of Mixed Nuts and variants of that name in this board. It is a bit of a habit that when I am awake enough, I catch myself typing and I correct it. But I have not been very awake lately.
>>98815I remember seeing those when they were around and getting completely confused at why and how there'd be nothing but /vx/ posts on the homepage. Now I know why.
>>98814I thought Nova Griffonia goes Harmonist in the historical path. Anyways, I haven't played New MAreland as much since the Riverlands update, as Lake City has become a new favorite, as has Greneclyff and now also the Changeling Lands, besides the Oleanian Rike (Which has been affected even more by all of these updates). And the new tactic is to revive a much older tactic - kill Aquelia first.I actually don't know what Silver would dream about either. I feel like something about Star or Skies, possible the two little changelings, or maybe the catacombs
>>98817It used to be that way, but after Brothers' Feud it seems to be the second-rarest path to see them go down, now.Could be any number of things, those included. Could also be about his family or his lost nation, but those would be things I would probably type out on my own when I'm not fighting to keep my eyes open.
>>98818Whats the rarest?I would presume his stated intent to join the black hooves would create sone dream drama
>>98819Fascist. I've yet to see them willing go down that path.It would certainly result in a mental debate about things I can not reliably consider at the moment. Seriously, I'm tired. Think I'm gonna head to bed.
>>98814Ah, so that's why Iron's dream was not getting any sort of attention recently.
Serious question: Was it getting redundant for you?
All is quiet on Hitler's birthday.
>>98823It's the Duke's birthday! Celebrate, for he comes to empower all of ponykind and establish pony supremacy!
>>98821The issue with Iron's dream is that I know what I want to happen in "Act three," but I don't know what to fill between "Act 2" and "Act 3" to make the pacing even out more. That, and you've barely been here.
For some reason everyone seems to think that they can't do anything with their characters until the train sequence is over.
>>98826Huh. I wasn't expecting that kind of retort. I guess I haven't been as available as before. I should be today if you're up for it, so scratch the being here problem for today and tell me when it's ready or if you want to ask anything in particular.
Okay, so what kinds of quests do people want?
My favorite genres are historical and horror (and maybe war). I think that kind of shows, as most of the events include these elements plus also political or criminal drama. Genres that I haven't included as much of include fantasy, which I don't really like as much, and mystery, which I am not confident in my ability to write. I guess it is a little strange that magic and fantastical elements would be downplayed in a setting that is obviously fantastical, but I like the mundane.
What do you all want? Are quests and plot-lines too long? Do we need more magic, more adventure, more action, less action, or what?
>>98827Well...
Pear continues looking at a map. Cauldron is uncertain of their present position
"Are those guys going to keep harassing us?"
Iron, presumably, is sitting on a low wall in the ruined town. Hardly any higher walls remain, and brush has grown in what used to be dirt pathways, while some cobble stones remain, and vines spread across the few larger portions of structures
>>98828Hm, I guess the quest goes alright. I believe the lack of optimal character build is going to make things tough mechanically in the long run. In terms of themes, you're doing good. I can feel the adrenaline pumping and the tension of a fight clear as day, and the historical tidbits are a nice little cherry on top. I'm not sure how you'll tackle politics with a literal native whose ideas are way too simple for civilization,
but the little talk with Cauldron before the second boop fight was handled well.>>98829Iron pipes up while licking his wounds.
"I am sure they will. They want the Xolotl idol more than anything, it seems."
He stares in front of him for a bit.
"Which means they need to be dealt with sooner or later, or risk more ambushes."
>>98830"They seem to have gotten away"
>>98830There is much to say about Iron and politics. As for combat builds, I don't really think Iron is really at much of a disadvantage
>>98831Iron nods.
"This will mean there will be more to tackle in this jungle. I sense this is no normal bandit group. They seem too organized to be a bunch of rookies."
He ponders to himself, glancing over to the beaten down riflemares or at least the places where he struck them down.
"I guess we could at least get some more information out of the fallen foes to see what power does this group have."
I guess I need a cleric to hug me and kiss my booboo every combat Iron faces for peak efficiency. Politic-wise, I hope you're right. I don't want to rob you of your side of the fun.
>>98832One of them remains, one is gone.
>>98833Iron pokes his chin, standing up and looking at the remaining pony. He looks at Cauldron.
"Ready some rope. I am going to find out who are these ponies."
With that, he goes over to the remaining pony's location and see his current status.
>>98834She pulls out some rope. The pony is technically conscious, but is dazed and confused, on his back and trying to pull his head up, pushing against the ground with his forehooves.
>>98835Iron nods as he closes the distance to ensure he gets a hit in if he thinks of running away.
Knowing the pony is at a clear disadvantage, he simply stands over him, glaring down at his prone position.
"I would like to ask some questions about your work."
>>98836He squints at Iron, at first partly dazed, then with no obvious expression
“Are you willing to pay?”
[1d20+8 = 24]>>98837Iron nods to himself.
(Seems to be a mercenary of sorts if that is his response.)
His glare turns to a deadpan expression.
"Unless you consider adding some more bruises to your snout as payment, it is a no."
[1d20+2 = 7]>>98838Rolling opposed
>>98838“... Alright, what do you want to know?”
>>98839>>98840Iron clears his throat.
"Who are you working for, what is his goal and what more has he bought to aid him?"
>>98841“He only allows us to know him as ‘the bandit king.’ He wants that idol back. That, and anything you are carrying on you. He has more resources...”
>>98842Iron nods.
"'Bandit King.' I will be sure to keep that in mind," he says, thinking about the vagueness of the last answer. "You do not happen to know any important details about said resources, right? Any secret tool or anything like that?"
>>98843“Oh, he has tools alright. Many stallions, too. What he would dedicate to this, I don’t know.”
>>98828I haven't had much of an issue with the quests so far. That being said, Silver's only really been a part of two/three different quests, and the one Silver's working on right now I'm not even sure he'll be able to complete.
Please, let there be only two more trips-worth of books left to gather. I suppose if I were to offer suggestions or requests I suppose it would be for an occasional solo mission since the party seems to like to split up, and to create some subtle signs pointing to random encounter quests you've set up so we can't just outright miss them.
>I guess it is a little strange that magic and fantastical elements would be downplayed in a setting that is obviously fantastical, but I like the mundane.I suppose it would be if the setting wasn't WWII with ponies. But even in the mod, everything is surprisingly mundane, even with magic rifles, dragons, and the undead.
Random question: since it's 1014 in the game, have Automatic Rifles been researched yet? I could imagine New Mareland is beginning to introduce LSAF Coltstone Automatics to select divisions in their army.
>>98844He nods yet again.
(Quite resourceful indeed. Now, what to do with the captive... Even though he shot at me and left me hurting, I cannot say he deserves death for it. Besides, I do not want to hurt that other mare's mind with more violence than it is necessary.)
He glances back at the duo to gauge their current reactions to this event, then looks back to the captive.
"One last question. Does the Bandit King have any right hoof ponies or henchponies that I can ask the same questions?"
>>98845>>98845There’s one quest I have tried to get 4 different characters to takeIt’s 1013, not 1014, so no, no assault rifles just yet. And I’m unsure if that was too late in the game for the setting. Even if there were, you can bet frontline combat units will be prioritized for those weapons.>>98846“He has lieutenants... I don’t know how much they will be willing to answer”
>>98847Has Silver been one of those ponies?Really, it's 1013? I thought you said it was January 1014. Guess I heard wrong.
[1d20+11 = 26]>>98847Iron nods yet again.
"Alright, you can go back to sleep now. You have been cooperative, so you will not die for your attempt to kill me."
With that, he quickly jabs the merc pony nonlethally on the head. He needs to discuss this with Cauldron for the time being.
>>98848No, he has not.1014 is really late in the game... by that time, the War in Heaven should already be starting>>98849Oh, he’s knocked out alright
>>98850Nodding to himself, he picks up the unconscious pony and brings it to Cauldron.
"What do you say we do to this pony?"
>>98850War in Heaven? I don't think I know what that is exactly, yet.
>>98851“Do to him? Oh, I don’t know, but we should get out of here. They know we’ve been here.”
>>98852And Maybe, someday, you shall
>>98853Iron shrugs.
"Alright. I shall place him a little far away from our current position."
With that, he walks for about 2 minutes in a straight line, drops the pony and comes back.
>>98854Any actions for Silver?
>>98855“... And?”
>>98856"I just left him somewhere. Not much else."
>>98856Uh...well, I'm not sure what actions he could take at the moment.
>>98857“Now what?”
>>98858Well, it’s true that he doesn’t have a pony waifu to cuddle at the moment
>>98858I suppose dream time is coming for you too?
How about disturbing other dreams through bulshit magic and chaotic influence?>>98859"As far as he knows, we are facing one who is called the 'Bandit King'. Seems like he has quite the amount of money and ponypower. I think a healing session is in order, if what he says is true. We need to strike them, or else we are going to be harrassed even further."
He comes closer and whispers to Cauldron only.
"Who knows? Maybe we will get a lot more riches than all of our current loot combined. How does that sound?"
Hopefully I can great cleave through most of them.
>>98860“Okay... but let’s hope they don’t regroup and come back”
>>98862Iron nods.
"I agree. We should not stay here for long. Can you prepare your potion while moving? We should at least go towards the path we are currently walking on and stop after a minute or two passes by in order to minimize our presence."
>>98863“I don’t think so. Not properly, anyways”
Iron ponders for a bit.
"I am guessing they have the ability to track us, anyways, so moving out may be pointless. Do your thing, I shall go see how our other companion is doing."
He walks over to Pear, studying her current range of emotions as he approaches her.
>>98856Would Silver getting up to take a piss be considered an action?
>>98864>>98865Dangit, forgot to link it.
>>98865Cauldron is definitely skeptical, but she moves over
Pear is... well, busy. She’s looking at the map intently.
>>98866Um... yes?
>>98868I just don't know what to do.
I dunno. There's not much for Silver to do either way, at least not until there's no longer a risk of breaking the timeline. Might play some more vidya.
>>98870Oh ye of little faithShould Silver awake before morning, he would see Star and Silver sleeping together, the former lodged between the latter’s legs. Skies looks somewhat content to finally be cuddled, if still having her resting bitch face. Star is happier to have her there as well.
>>98871Might take a while for me to come up with something.
>>98872I know what my mind gravitates towards...
>>98873No idea what that would be, but I'll try anyways, even if I'm completely worthless at the moment.Headache, dehydrated, hard floors, and full bladder. If there was ever a more terrible combination for sleeping soundly, Silver would not have heard of it. And thus is why Silver got up in the middle of the night, far too early for a pony who has things they need to get done in the morning, with a low groan, a pounding head, a dry mouth, and an approaching need to pee.
Дерьмо. What time is it? Silver strains his eyes against the dark for whatever clock is closest to him.
>>98874After much straining, Silver can glimpse a round mechanical clock. Black and fairly straightforward in construct. 4 AM
>>98875It is way too early for me to be up. A gurgling sound from his lower abdomen causes Silver to press his hindlegs together. He
really has to go.
...Might as well do couple of things while I am up. He waddles over to the bathroom to take care of the most urgent business of this too-early morning.
>>98876Thankfully it’s not any messier than it was 14 hours ago. If anything, the floor has completely dried
>>98877I feel much more in the zone now than I did last night.Thank goddesses. I do not want to slip at this moment. He alights his horn so he can see his goal: the porcelain throne, the centerpiece to any self-respecting bathroom, and what a fine centerpiece it is. Silver lifts the seat up with a flick of his magic and leans bipedally over the toilet, forehooves bracing himself against the wall. He looks down to his Sword, still sheathed.
Okay, my friend, I know you deserve rest, but I need you to come out for this. And you do not have much of choice, I am afraid. A second later, and with a little magic stimulation, he has a proper, firm hose to aim down towards his target. He lets out a sigh of relief as he empties his bladder into the awaiting pool of water below him. His mind, meanwhile, begins to wander.
First, his thoughts arrive at the topic of his two current companions. It sure seems like there's a delicate balance between the two. Star seems to be very stubborn in his refusal to show his feelings or concerns to Skies, and is extraordinarily jealous of anypony who gets even a little close to her. Silver had been cuddling with Skies for but a second, and Star immediately jumped to the conclusion that the two were fucking. It's so bad, Star doesn't even want him in the bed.
Silver's aching back, however, tells him that he's going to have to respectfully disagree with Star's request.
Skies, in turn, seems a little hesitant to talk to Star about her own problems, though it might be he's missing something that the two have already talked about. He smiles to himself as he looks down at his Sword, his thoughts moving to the physical attributes of his companions. He has to admit, Star has a nice ass. If he was gay, Silver could imagine Star would be quiet the catch.
I wonder what Skies would think about him and I together. Maybe she would want to watch. It does seem like something she would want to do. Ultimately, homoerotic thoughts aside, Silver just hopes everything will be alright with them. He wishes they would just talk this through, so that their relationship isn't harmed any further by all of this resentment and uncertainty.
Second, his thoughts travel to those of the drones, even if only briefly. He hopes they're alright, wherever they are, and that they're thinking of him. He could almost imagine trying to raise them like they were his foals, if he had the time and the ability. He most certainly would want to. Maybe he'll see them again, someday. Hopefully it's in a pleasant manner, and not in the field of battle or something like it.
...Huh. What perspective they have given me. All I knew was from fighting them in War, how menacing they seemed to be, and how much of threat they were to ponykind. And now, since I have met those drones, they almost seem like ponies. If only we could all sit down together, and reach that same understanding.Finally, his thoughts travel to those of his future, or what is left of it. Assuming he does not perish or fail in this mission Skies has given him...what then? He's considered joining with the Black Hooves. It would certainly come with many benefits, and it would be the most direct way to end the fighting that only makes it easier for the Hegemony, but...are they really the best path to peace and a united Equestria? This Duke, he has positioned himself as the sole protector of ponykind in the world, as laughable a proposition as that is. New Marelanders aren't Equestrians. The Black Hooves are a New Marelander creation, not an Equestrian one. They're tailored to the interests of a far-off country, far removed from Equestria, and whether the Duke likes it or not they will not accept mandates from a foreign power that is unaccountable to the Equestrian people (probably why they aren't very popular here, now that he thinks on it). Equestria
must be free. Whether that's by working with New Mareland to make both countries stronger or by working alone, it's up to the Black Hooves and the Duke to decide.
He's seen there's still ponies who believe in Equestria, maybe even Harmony as it used to be, before ponies like Comte, before Communism and Socialism, before the never-ending wars of intervention. They're remaining quiet, though, probably waiting for somepony to lead them. As most Equestrians are, they are stronger together, and nopony wants to be the one to step out of line alone.
Something needs to be done though, something more than Silver has talked about in the past.
Where are Harmonists in Baltimare, I wonder? I am not much of leader, but will I have to be one who takes up reigns, and give these ponies hope for future?
>>98878Dangit, I was planning on posting half an hour later but you forced my hand!I wonder if Silver's lack of charisma and the appropriate trait is going to make leadership hard, aside from taking away mechanically the possibility of forming your desired group.>>98868Iron nods understandingly at Cauldron and proceeds to poke Pear with his hoof.
"How are you feeling? You were not harmed in any way, were you?"
>>98878>respectfully disagree with Star's request.Are you sure about that?
>>98878The toilet has a bowl thrust forward relative to the tank in a rather pronounced manner, as it is designed for use by quadrupeds.
The night is peculiarly still, almost. The sound of air coming out of the vents, as well as sone fan further off in the distance can be heard, but really, not much else... except maybe Star snoring. The cityscape outside doesn’t offer much in terms of noise pollution. Not this late at night.
>>98879Pear is staring down. At Iron’s words, she looking up.
“Huh? Oh. No. No, I am okay.”
>>98880If Star is conscious... or if he isn’t, he’ll feel a little pony in his grasp
[1d20 = 20]>>98881Iron is a bit skeptical, remembering how scared she was before meeting up with him and Cauldron. He tries to get a feel for Pear's current emotions and feelings after this particular fight.
"Are you sure?"
>>98881Dark Star cuddles her tighter while still asleep
She can feel the thing that was poking her flank earlier start Rubbing against her,as he lets out a yawn.
>>98882She was unambiguously afraid during the fighting. When the first bullet flew, she dived for cover, and did not look back. Sone of that fear remains in her body, and she is shaking slightly. But her mind seems to have moved on, and she is looking at the map intently.
>>98883*coo*
She is cuddled, and backs into Star
she moves her rear just a little bit so something can start rubbing against Star as well
>>98884Nodding, he decides to change subject to try and ease her fear.
"What are you searching in that big paper thing you have?"
>>98884Dark Star Nibbles her ear
>>98885“How to get back to the site” she answers
>>98886Somewhat tough, and definitely furry
>>98887Iron cocks his head.
"You mean the one site that you ran away from?"
>>98888Checked.
>>98889“Essentially, yes.”
>>98879I'll have to hope I can roleplay it. Then again, my own charisma isn't much better than Silver's.>>98880Oh, hush, you're making an old pony sleep on the cold hard floor.>>98881The quiet certainly helps one to think. As he shakes himself clean, his thoughts turn briefly to his foals, wherever they are. He sends a silent prayer that they're still out there, alive and well, and that he may see them and speak with them before his time is up. No matter how impossible it may seem.
As he silently trots back out into the room, he realizes that there is a disadvantage to having gotten himself "worked up" when there's two other ponies in the room. He hopes the dark will keep it concealed as he makes his way over to the kitchen sink, sticks his head underneath the faucet, and turns it on to drink water right from the tap.
>>98888Quads of truth.
>>98888Check
>>98887Dark Star's Benis twitches as it comes into contact with Blue's Marehood>>98891No u
>>98890Iron nods.
"I asked a pony about it. It seems to be going straight through there."
He points where the first set of bandits that held the dog idol had pointed out to him.
"I assume the paper has a drawing of the isolated town we passed through? That could be a landmark to look into."
>>98891That's what I essentially wanted to do if Iron kicks the bucket: Create a group, maybe a sort of business, and recruit. Get money from business/service, invest in upgrades on said business/service to get even more money and by the time everything's settled, I'll do a Trump and get into office, except that the character is a unicorn mare.But Iron does not allow for pure business, only fighting business, and he's on the lower end of the bargain.
>>98891Uh... Doable, but really just barely since this sink is not particularly huge. It helps to have a long head. The water here is filtered enough to lack the mineral taste it often has elsewhere.
>>98892Skies' rear twitches in kind>>98893She points to the map
"I think we're about here. The ruined town isn't really marked, but you can see the large clearing in the foliage here, and the river right here. The temple site must be along this ridgeline over here, on the other side of the valley. There seems to be a path leading from this location to the temple. Not surprising, since the temple probably had worshipers visit from this town at one point. That pathway is probably still viable. I mean, it's not
fully overgrown with brush and trees, but it may be used heavily by animals now. Or worse."
>>98894Iron nods.
"So you are searching for another way there to avoid said dangers like animals or these ponies' ambushes?"
>>98894Silver has his fill of water, relieving himself of his dry mouth and much of his headache. He turns the faucet off and wipes his mouth dry with a foreleg. "Ahhhh…"
Three things taken care of. To take care of the last, he trots over to stand at the hoof of the bed. His belly makes quiet sloshing noises with each step, as full of water as it is. He considers the two ponies sleeping, and which side would have the most room for him to lay down in.
>>98895"Well.. I've been looking at paths generally. That path is the quickest, because it has the least foliage in the way, although it looks like we could go along a lake shoreline over here, then up the hill, and along the ridge line as well."
>>98896Probably Skies' side, as she was closer to the middle when she got in. Star's backside looks unguarded, however
>>98897Pondering for a bit, Iron tries to remember what path did that maroon coated pony take according to the map.
>>98898He said that it was on the other side of the hill, across the valley, which is true of the description Pear has given. The more direct route would be the pathway.
>>98897Hmmmm... After some deliberation, Silver decides to carefully get into Star's side of the bed, sliding under the covers and getting close to Star.
>>98900Dark Star wakes up.
"What are you doing!?"
>>98901Silver gives him a sad look. "Floor is hard on my back."
>>98901>>98902"Something's hard on my back, too" Skies barely lets out through her mouth, in a tired expression as she lays there with her eyes closed
>>98899I'll assume he went along the quick path, then.Iron nods.
"I think the scenic route would help us avoid any other of these unfair fights they like to use. We shall go along that one."
He points where the lake path would be, albeit without a lot of precision. With that, he cordially bows to the helpful mare and comes back to Cauldron to see how she's doing with her alchemy.
>>98904She's boiling something
"You're lucky this plant grows plentifully in this particular area."
>>98902"Here's 50 bits. that should cover the ride back to the bar."
Dark Star Hoofs over 50 bits
>>98903"Thats my leg."
>>98905Iron smiles.
"I am actually lucky to have somepony who can make the plants heal me, but that also is true."
He peeks over the place she's boiling with a curious expression.
>>98906She moves forward a little, giving Dark Star more space.
>>98907It's transparent, but already has that minty green hue.
"Indeed you are..."
>>98908Dark Star inches forward as well. and resumes cuddling.
>>98906"Pleeeeeease…" Silver continues to try to use puppy dog eyes on him.
>>98908Iron chuckles.
"Cheer up. We are going to have quite a lot of money after this whole ordeal. These tools should be worth as much as," he stares forward for a bit then looks back at Cauldron. "Whatever comparison sounds appealing. We are also taking a scenic route along a lake. It should yield a breed of flowers you may be looking for there."
>>98911She shrugs, with a sort of smile
"Can't argue with that"
>>98912"You don't own this flat, Dark Star. Go back to sleep."
>>98913Iron smiles.
"Now that is more like it."
He ponders for a bit, pulling out an SMG from the bags.
"Say, do you know how these tools work?"
I'm not sure if I should do this, but it may work as a filler for the time being, right? Not sure if Iron would suddenly get to know how guns work through a dream he had.
>>98913And thus, Silver is saved from a lonely night at his tavern room.
>>98912Silver whispers to Star as to not disturb Skies any further. "...Where exactly were you keeping those Bits?"
>>98915He whispers back
"my holster"
>>98916"..." Silver just decides to accept that answer for what it is, regardless of what else it could imply. He settles into the soft bed, letting Star have some room.
Even if Silver's Sword might like to spend some time in Star's holster. "Goodnight, Starry."
>>98917Kek. Why Silver doesn't think he's homosexual yet with that thought process?
>>98914“I don’t know that much, but some of the basics”
>>98919"Compared to me, you would be an elder on this sort of stuff."
>>98918Let's say Star's an outlier.
>>98917"I'm not letting a homosexual lie in the same bed as me."
Dark Star scrunches his snout
>>98922Silver just rolls his eyes at him. He's so cute when he gets like this. "Starry, I can name three perfectly good reasons as to why I am not homosexual."
>>98921Ah, it's definitely the lithe, feminine
frame Star has got going. What stallion could resist such charms?
>>98923"i can name a perfectly fine reason,you kissed me."
Scrunches harder
>>98923“You’re cute when you scrunch your face like that. Tell you what, if you are afraid of him touching you, I can sleep in the middle.”
Skies smiles
>>98926"Not a chance in tartarus"
He smiles back at her then hugs her harder
>>98924No stallion can.>>98925"I could not help myself." Silver's heart
and Sword can only take so much of the pony in front of him. "Silver Rain, Spectral Streak, White Light. Those are three reasons. Now, do not be so insecure about this. There is nothing wrong with two perfectly normal, adult stallions sleeping together in same bed."
>>98928>>98927“In some places, an unmarried adult male and female sleeping together in the same room is illegal, and certainly frowned upon.”
>>98928"That is 100% faggotry."
Glares
>>98929Silver lets out a quiet little chuckle. "Well, then I suppose all three of us are guilty."
>>98920“Simply do this... this... and this, and you have it reloaded.” As much detail as Iron’s mind can supply for a weapon he doesn’t even know the basics of supllies Cauldron’s physical explanation
>>98932Iron nods, interested in how it operates.
"Ah, what complex set of mechanisms this tool has. Do you know how to use it in case we need to counter their cheating tools?"
And thus, Silver and Star are kill.
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>>98933"Oh course"
She slides the bolt back, and releases it dramatically
>>98934Iron smiles.
"Nice. You sure have a lot of knowledge of civilization."
>>98935"But of course. I was born in it. Molded by it. I did not see the jungle until I was already a mare."
>>98934Nah, still here. Just sorta waiting on Star to decide whether he wants to sleep sandwiched between Silver and Skies, or if he wants Skies to be sandwiched between them.
>>98936Nice reference.Iron nods proudly.
"You have an astoundingly high will to boot."
He peeks at the bowl to see how it's going and takes a whiff of the potent potion.
"Are you taking more of the plants for any other risky jobs like these? I feel they would sell quite well with the mercenaries, aside from little old me."
>>98937Pretty sure Star doesn't want a possible sex scene between Silver and Skies right under his snout to the point where he risks his anal virginity if his previous post (>>98927) is anything to go by.
>>98938Then I guess he's gonna get sandwiched.
>>98929"That's interesting."
Dark Star cuddles her tighter, she can feel his warmth warming her up
>>98939" head back to the bar."
>>98938"Heh, may as well."
>>98940*coo*
Poner is cuddled. She needs that warmth
>>98941Iron chuckles.
"Do not worry about carrying capacity. I can handle some weight. Pack as many as you want."
>>98941Dark Star pets her then kisses her neck
>>98943"It's fine, just get going."
DS lessens his glare
>>98943If you sandwich him now, he can't grapple away! SANDWHICH THE LITHE HORSE WITH PSEUDORUSSIAN HORSE POWER
>>98944Her ears twitch a little
>>98944"Starry, please..." His voice takes on a tone of desperation.
>>98946"dark star massages her wings
>>98947"What exactly are you trying to do?"
He looks suspicious.
>>98948In Silver's face, Star can almost see...fear? "I have been alone for 13 years, Star. I do not want to be alone anymore."
>>98948Her wings are closed and close to her side, but she lets them slide out a bit, and down a little
>>98949"what do you mean alone? i'll see you tomorrow."
>>98950Dark Star continues his massage
>>98951Could you say no to something like this, Dark Star?
>>98951"But I would still have to leave."
>>98952Yes
>>98953"its just for the night."
>>98954“Dark Star, why are you being so mean to him?”
>>98955All around me are familiar faces
Worn out faces
Worn out faces~
>>98955Hi. Welcome to mlpol
>>98958"Who do you think you're talking to?"
>>98959>not using a pony reaction picDELET
>>98956"i told you i'm mean"
>>98959Somepony who ought to be desensitized to it by now.
>>98961"Being mean just doesn't do it for me."
>>98964>>98965Do you want to sleep in the auxiliary bed/argue with Skies again to vomit on her bedsheets? I recommend you either have a good Skies-calming defuse or stopping your Silver expulsion.In any case, think your shit through. I'll simply wait for Cauldron to brew magical healing everything and head to lake path whenever possible.
>>98967*shrugs*This just happens from time to time. It's expected, but frustrating.
>>98967I have an interview tomorrow morning part-way across the state, so I can’t be up tonight. I am eager to continue Brie’s story, however.
>>98968Silver should probably just stop talking and lay down on the bed at their feet
>>98969And thus, Silver does so, using his clothes for blankets. It's still better than the floor.
Good luck with your interview tomorrow.
>>98969Don't mention the whole 'nazi horsefucker' thing,... protip
>>98969When you get back, you'll have to let us know how the interview went.
>>98974>>98975>>98976I mean, you never really know with these things. Over these several years I've learned not to expect anything
>>98977At least you're alive and in one piece.
>>98979Yeah, and I can leech off of my parents for longer since it looks like I’m doing something
>>98983Um... Hi. Since nopony else is here, wanna talk meta, or something?
>>98984Well, I suppose first-off is that I've got my fingers crossed that next thread will be when we finally reach Day 6. I see that 99000 post number rapidly approaching.
Other than that, I do have one question off the top of my head, even if it's not a very good meta question: out of the six currently active characters
not sure if I should include the sudden bard or not which would you want to play, and what would you want to do differently while playing them?
>>98985Uh, this is definitely the kind of question where any answer would imply favoritism
>>98987So... Silver's going to
make a Harmonic resistance in Baltimare?
>>98988I honestly don't know. Silver's going to do
something, that's all I've really figured out.
>>98986Good call.
My NEET life is not as NEETy as before, so I have to sleep real early. Sorry for not being there.
>>98985Okay, here's a different version of this question that wouldn't imply favoritism: if you were playing this game, who would your character be?
>>98991Oh God, I don’t even know. I mostly just like the world building more so than wanting to play in it. I guess if I had to pick anything, it would be to play a disguised Changeling and keep it a secret, purely for the fun of seeing how many subtle hints I can get in before the rest of the party finally notices.
>>98992Patrician tier choice, my good GM
>>98991this question is gay and the poster is also gay
>>98994Um... any particular reason why?
>>98995I have no clue whatsoever