New bread, neat.>>117000
So, in the interest of not making you write each and every single document out, are the documents of any importance to their investigation? Any particular bits of information about this organization that may shed some light, or help to bring their end?
she looks at it
"Well thank you"
She looks to see how well it fits her>>117003
She smiles back at him>>117002
Unfortunately, that is a question that Silver must decide. They appear to be probably business records, and maybe some documents relating to the logistics of housing creatures in that location
Silver doesn't have the luxury of time in this regard to look through them. He takes what of them he can carry, figuring it's a matter for other ponies to look through.
"What you got there silver?"
"Various documents, kinds of things for other ponies with more time than us to sort through."
Iron awaits Khoi's eventual judgement on how well the suit fits her.
She twists her mouth
"If I am to be in front of line… This will serve"
"Hoof em here,i'll store em in my bag."
Iron nods with a smile before rummaging another jacket with the second best protection, particularly for the far more agile Sands and Jubilosa.
Oh boy.[ 1d20 = 6 ]
<Maybe by waving my hooves, two sets of good armor for the NPC mares will appear in front of me
Maybe one set of weaker leather
Iron takes the weaker leather clothing, trying to give it to Jubilosa.
"I hope this helps."
Um…. Are Silver, Dark Star, or Midnight there?>>117007
She takes it, looks back to Iron, and is a little unsatisfied with the jacket, but takes it nevertheless, trying to fit it
>>117020Damn. Pride damage. The worst damage.
Iron looks expectantly at Jubilosa to see if it fits.
Fortunately, mostly. If anything it's kind of big, and thankfully it has wingholes
Yeah. Internet cut out on me for a second there.
Iron chews his lip in dissatisfaction, but nods at her.
(I hope this actually gives her some protection.)
Finally, he turns to see Sands, wondering if she finally figured out the knives he gave her.
It looks as if she has, though she doesn't seem to intend to use them as throwing weapons
Iron decides to search the room some more in case something may be missing that could be useful.[ 1d20-1 = 17 ]
<Smol brain native digging through stuff like a hobo
Hmmmm. Another luck roll
>>117028nervous sweating[ 1d20 = 12 ]
<inb4 nat 1
There are a set of restraints on the shelf, besides some more papers and a mirror
He takes the restraints, putting them in his clothing, followed by skimming the papers in front of him as well as the mirror.
Some of the papers are recent receipts, others, much older
Iron reads more carefully the newest receipt to see what they are all about.
This particular one seems to be a purchase of heating oil
(Oh, so simple purchases of this 'oil' thing)
He checks the oldest receipt
The oldest documents, in a separate folder, are not receipts at all. Something about a "Mint Berry" admitted briefly after a bout of homelessness
>>117036>Mint BerryThat name sounds familiar.
He inspects some of the older documents, trying to see if they can find a written document of one of the captives.
He beckons Skies over, hoping she knows if one of the ponies in this document is a missing pony.
Skies walks over and looks at it
"This is at least 50 years old, probably older"
"Help me out here, boss. I bet there is some written evidence of missing ponies in here."
And thus, his paper scanning commences.[ 1d20-1 = 3 ]
<Natives are not meant to be assistants
rolling to help
|Rolled 19 + 11|
She looks at the papers
Might as well. [ 1d20-1 = 13 ]
you two show up
i've been around.
You know, the whole silence thing after passing the whiskey between the two of you. Kinda made me believe you went to bed.
Silver was given whiskey? I completely missed that.
Oh whoops. Misread. I meant after passing the documents to Star.
Anywhey, going to bed. Night.
She silently looks over the documents, combing through them. At the end, she picks out a page, holds it before her with a hoof, and reads it in silence. After a minute, she lowers the document, sighs, and says solemnly
"I don't want to say they are the perfect victims… but the thing about illegal aliens is, the government doesn't really have papers proving they were there in the first place.
This… 'criminal enterprise,' seems to target mostly immigrants without papers and war refugees. These are people who have few relatives and connections to this land. No one would know that they are missing, because no one knew that they were there. Most of the creatures who know them live thousands of miles away, and even then, many of those creatures are either dead, living in a war zone, or in a dictatorship. Communication is poor.
Sure, Ponies notice them. The police see faces on the street, they eat food which travels by vans, they check into the hospitals, they use utilities and they rent out apartments. But they are not noticed as individuals
. It's kind of like hearing the scratches mice make when they scurry through the walls. You know they are there, sure, but you don't see them. You don't even know how many there are. And so it is with these creatures. You never quite know if they were abducted, or if they just moved away.
And on top of all of this, this is a group that, if they survive and witness something, doesn't always want to go get help from the government. They are afraid they will be deported. If they report what they see, they will not want to go to court to testify. They live in the shadows. It's hard to see when one goes missing."
Iron curls his lips in frustration.
"So basically, this search is fruitless because they do not actually care about these ponies. Great."
He sighs dissapointedly, going back to the door of Records.
"I will wait for Star and Silver to finish up their rummaging to look out for any patrols that happen to pass by here," he states with the barest hint of morosity in his voice. "Come along, Sands."
And so, he opens the door and walks out, leaning against a wall next to it, eyes scanning the corridor.
Roger doger.I suppose that's more layers of clothing to unpack~
"Sounds like a tough existence."
A couple changes to make note of in addition to class. She's now a pegasus, she now has two shortswords instead of her dagger and her pistol, but she does still have her necklace.>>117051
Midnight shakes her head
"It is a sad life. Let us hope we can help them."
"I would hardly call it 'fruitless'. There are shipping records that can help us tell what shipping companies they were using, who they were working with in Griffonia and Zebrica, and things like food purchases that can help us guess how many creatures are living here at any one time"
By this time Iron is already walking away, and Skies is talking to no one. So she just stops talking>>117057I don't know about all that…>>117056>>117057
"Well, it's definitely not helpful for our purposes"
She simply shrugs
"It is still a sad existence for them"
Hopefully those footsteps down the hall stay far enough away. No creature visible in the secondary corridor>>117059
"In many ways it can be, yes"
That damned whispering again. It's a bit louder now though"Do you want to have wings, Midnight?""Would you like to punish those who reside here?"
She closes her eyes, clenching her jaw as she listens to the voices."Shut up, shut UP"
She then looks back at Skies
"Then let us find a way to help them"
Iron huffs to himself, deciding to absent-mindedly pet Sands as he stares at her hooves vacantly, his ears ready to detect any clawsteps around him.
(I have to wonder why ponies cooperate with eachother on such a grand scale only to abuse said deal.)
Fuckin' Mala must be whispering"There are ways indeed to help them"
Skies is silent for a moment, then returns
"There might be more upstairs">>117062
Sands gives an expression of surprise, evidently not anticipating being pet. Her eyes focus on the nearing hoof, her face moves away. But when the hoof comes, and it pets her, she realizes there is nothing to fear, and she lets him pet her, closing her eyes, and now placing her head closer to him.
Her hair is not the softest. If anything, it feels a bit ragged. Like it needs to be washed. Much the same with her hooves, which while belonging to a set of pretty feat, could stand to use a trim.
Off in the distance, further away, Iron can hear what does indeed sound like claw steps. Maybe it's up a set of stairs, maybe in the tunnel. But it's not in this hallway. Not in this little corridor. It's just him and Sands here for now
"Shall we investigate? It can't hurt"
"Well… it can. If there are too many armed creatures""What would you like to know?"
"Hmmm, fine. That is a good point."
Midnight looks around, not quite frantically yet
, for the source of the voice.
Iron looks up to see Sands leaning in on the petting, causing him to smile a little.
(It is easy to handle a couple of ponies here and there. Manage their issues and such, and if it does not work, one simply fights the other to determine the victor, maybe cast him out.)
His hoof brushes along her mane, taking one step closer towards her to allow him more comfortable strokes.
(Little worlds, caring for themselves, not a big, unfeeling world of metal.)
"I will try my best to make sure they hurt only me."
Mala is moving up from behind, evidently heading to the door after interesting himself in the cigars and whiskey. His voice is a little off for it. Khoi is already by the door. Her voice is definitely
off for it. The voice sounded most like it came from just over Midnight's right shoulder. The best candidate for that is Meadows, who is over to the right. She is blinking and has a hoof on the shelf, probably testing out her vision. She's not finding the exit soon.>>117067
Now, she takes a few steps closer, and leans into him. She wants him to stroke her mane>>117068
"Oh Silver… You don't need to be that brave"
Mala looks over, and speaks with his detached, defeated sounding voice
"That's the main dorm area. There might be some captives there. Same with the workshop. But it's nighttime, that's less likely"
He nods. "I appreciate the thought, but it is better that I am one who gets hurt than rest of group. Do not worry, I am tough pony."
Iron obviously obliges on Sands' request, accepting her leaning fully, deciding to sit down against the wall slowly to make sure Sands doesn't fall from his change in position and starts stroking her mane with his two hooves.
(A life like this, where a pony only needs a couple of other ponies with different skills and similar interests living off the land.)
Midnight sighs at the group, before walking over to Meadows, making sure to make a few noises to announce her presence.
"I know I am asking a loaded question, but are you okay?"
She places a hoof behind his right ear in an almost petting action
"D'aww, you're adorable when you're so selfless. But seriously. Don't get killed">>117073
She sits down as well, up against Iron. Her mane is long, and could use a brushing. Khoi Lua walks by, looks over at the two, and expresses visible disgust at the public display of affection>>117074
Meadows looks around, then points her head at Midnight. When midnight speaks, she smiles, as if joyed that she recognizes the shape in front of her as a pony.
"No… I… One of those monsters got me. A Rakshasa. I almost died. I think I am safe now, I hope."
"Mala where do the guards sleep?"
"I see, would you like me to assist you for the time being? Maybe later I can help to heal you as well."
Iron looks at Khoi quizzically at her expression as his hooves stroke her long mane and he rubs his coat lightly against hers.
"Is something the matter, Khoi?"
The ear folds in a sign of enjoyment. "I have not died yet. Are we ready to move out?"
He blinks, then looks over to the right. Back the way they came
"You met all of the gnolls, right?">>117078
She just shakes her head, and walks forward a little. Sands seems to be enjoying it
"No pony has stroked my mane in a while">>117079
"Yes, I am ready"
She takes a few papers, and places them in a sack she has>>117077
"Yes, if you can? You are… not a Rashaka too, are you?… Nevermind… Yes, I would be delighted"
"Yes, i assumed there's more than just 2 gnolls down here guarding the prisoners."
Midnight gently lays a wing across the pony's shoulders, judging her reaction
"Of course I'm not, I just wish to help you if I can."
"Well, there were four of us…."
He looks away, and down
"Yeah, those were all of us that lived down here… But those who live up there, who are actually part of the Society… There are many of them, and they might find arms if they know danger is coming">>117082
She flinches a little, as she didn't seem to anticipate the touching
"I am… weak. I am afraid I will be a burden"
Deciding that he should test the touching boundaries for Khoi later, Iron gives Sands a little smile and a chuckle.
"I can imagine."
He strokes for a little bit in silence.
"Do you have any loved ones you are eager to go back to?"
"A pony in need is never a burden to me. I have dedicated my life to helping others, and would be honored to help you."
"How many do you reckon are up there?"
She looks at him, and blinks. Then she opens her mouth as if to say something. But she just blinks again, and nothing comes out>>117085
She is already standing, but when she lurches forward, she seems to raise in height half an inch, coming out of what must have been a resting stance. She walks a pace closer towards Midnight, placing her hoof in the air and gliding it over the ground as if feeling for any obstacles in her path. She wobbles almost like a newborn foal
"If you could just stop any others… from becoming like me…">>117086
He looks up, and places his teeth together - row after row, of unsettlingly sharp teeth - in a fearful wince.
"I… I don't know. I think at least a couple dozen. Before I came here I heard they were raided by police, and they lost half their number. Then last year, at the end of the pony civil war, after the ships stopped coming, they were raided again, and again they lost half their number. But they grow back. They gain new members every month"
Iron cocks his head, worried, while the mane stroking continues.
"Is something wrong, Sands?"
Midnight steps to Meadow's side, wrapping a wing around her barrel, as if inviting her to lean on her.
"Of course, but for now just rest. I will keep you safe."
"Do you know how they recruit?"
She looks down, and ahead, as if focusing a hundred meters distant
"No… I don't think I do" She says, finally answering Iron's question>>117089
Meadows is noticeably taller than Midnight, and with visible ribs as well. Instead of leaning, she moves her legs, and locks into a resting position, standing up
"I-I am afraid that if I rest, I will waste away. And my legs will fall off my body. I must move">>117090
His head is low, but his muzzle is level. He speaks to Dark Star
"Sort of… They look for the vulnerable. Those who wants omething very badly, but can't seem ever to get it. Those looking for power, respect, revenge, money… someone to talk to. To be around… I think most of them come from across the seas. Apparently they have groups over there. They smuggle them in, same as the captives. Some, they recruit from here in the city. That's how they found me. It was a creature I knew in the brief time I was in school who told me. I was happy to have a bed, and some creatures to talk to. Before, all I could eat was bread. That made me weak and feel sick. …. . I thought of joining the Society itself. But there was a separate set of gnolls, who worked for them but didn't participate in their activities because of culture I guess. I was excited to be around gnolls, so I went with that group. I got kind of stuck with that group. This whole time I felt I made a mistake by not pleading to be let into the bigger group"
Iron cocks an eyebrow, still trimming that ragged mane of hers with a tiny blush on her cheeks
"That is quite surprising. A mare like you would have made some waves with your beauty."
He hums slightly.
"It is not like you appeared out of nowhere, right?"
"You don't have to come from nowhere, to end up nowhere."
She looks up to him with those sparkling green eyes
"Enough of me. Tell me of you"
Silver, listening in on th conversation for want of things to do, briefly glares at Iron. "Or…something has happened to her loved ones. Something which would cause great grief to her."
"Then let us walk around the room a bit, I will make sure you do not run into anything."
Midnight wears her sadness at the situation on her face, wishing she knew what to do to help this pony.
Sands has a grave look. Khoi still looks kind of displeased, and standing ahead of the set.
From behind, Loputu coughs on a cigar>>117095
She stands up, cautiously places one hoof ahead of the other, then another hoof ahead of the other. Then one and two and one and two. They go on in the small circle. Meadows looks ahead mostly fearful of running into something. The lack of light in the room is doing her no favors
He glaces at Silver, a bit surprised.
(Now that is unexpected. He seems a bit too interested in Sands. Maybe he wants to have her for the night?)>>117093
He turns back to Sands, his surprise still apparent.
"It is true."
He hums for a bit, thinking on what to say.
"I am Iron. My previous life before coming here was back at the jungles, where I sparred with my kin and broke down medium-sized rocks as practice."
Silver looks to Loputu. "What are you doing, little one?"
"It is okay Meadows, just walk and I will guide you, just hoof after hoof and you will be fine"
Midnight is extra cautious, hoping she can get Meadows to trust her so she can help her.
He looks up at Silver, like a dog caught eating off the table
"Uh… That hyena said these had good flavor. Opened the carton too">>117099
Midnight has to hold onto her muzzle. She resists at first, but quickly enough, Midnight can walk the horse. Her hoof steps become more even. Less afraid. Or at least that's how it is along the ground that has already been trotted. At least she's not wobbling now. Like a foal running
He sighs. "It is not good idea for foals to smoke, little one."
"Good pony, just like that. You're doing great. So Meadows, where are you from?"
She continues to lead her, slowing down a bit.
"But… I am not a foal">>117101>>117097
Sands says to Loputu and Silver
"Don't worry, I'll take that cigar for you">>117102
"I am a horse… And I am from Karkardannistan"
She moves with Midnight, being able to move her hooves at the right pace
Silver chuckles. "Right. Still, it is not idea for you to have those. They do not taste good."
He witnesses the cigar taking offering, looking wary.
"Are you sure that is safe for consumption? It looks unedible."
"Ah, forgive me, but such a long way to here? What brought you?"
She grabs it in the magic, and smiles in a half-laugh at Silver
"You really are from teh jungle. It's not for eating">>117106
"My Nephew told us of this place when he was here. It sounded lovely. Equestria seemed like a lovely place. After I lost the pistachio plantation, I thought I would come here">>117104
He looks at Silver with big, puppy dog eyes
He relinquishes the cigar
"Well, someday I hope you get it visit some of the better parts. I think you would rather enjoy it."
She nods slowly, with a tired smile.
She blinks, then blinks again thrice in rapid succession
"Are there criminals and Rashaka elsehwere in Equestria?"
"I have never heard of Rashaka before, so I believe you would be safe from those. As for criminals, they are fairly sparce and there will always be a pony willing to help you."
Iron glances at the relinquished cigar.
"Thank the gods. It looks poisonous."
“Good… because I do not want to encounter those things ever again”>>117111
“Don’t be a bitch”
She takes the thing, and places it in her mouth
Silver may want to pay attention to Mala’s answer fo Dark Star’s question >>117090 >>117091
"I cannot blame you. How are your legs feeling?"
Iron cocks his eyes at her wording, frowning.
He strokes her mane still out of habit still, but his efforts are reduced, glancing at Khoi.
Silver comes over and places a hoof on Mala's shoulder.
*Iron narrows his eyes slightly
"That is Absolutely Disgusting."
Dark Star's face has a Loathing expression on it.
"Just one more reason to Hate these Bucking Monsters,Hook Beaked Bastards. They will pay for everything that they have done, all the suffering they've caused. this ends tonight."
Star's face goes from Loathing to outright hate.
She takes it out, and looks up at Iron
Khoi is over by the other wall. Looking onwards. Listening>>117114
“A little better. They are not numb anymore. I can move them now. Stretch them.”>>117118
Mala looks to be mostly unsettled by Dark Star’s reaction
And so he does so. Mala looks up at Silver, before looking back to Dark Star
"Good, that is good progress. You will get there, even if it takes some time. Just let me know if you wish to rest or do something different."
"I do not know when, as I have…admittedly many things I must do tomorrow, but perhaps you would like to go out for something to eat? I think I know place that will be to your tastes."
Iron shakes his head, before standing up, ending their stroking session but not before giving a farewell pet and a small forced smile.
(She has red flags all over. I better disengage.)
He decides to walk up to Khoi instead.
"So how was life back in wherever you came from?"
"What's Wrong? you don't have to be sorry i wasnt talking about you. i know you didnt have a choice."
He pets mala
“No, I like trotting in place. It is like galloping up and down the valley in the springtime… I can almost smell the flowers”
She looks around, eyes not quite locking in on anything
“You know, I though I remember the flowers being bluer…”
And she is silent>>117123
She is locked forward
“Don’t like a mare smoking? Back off. I am trying to listen”>>117122
He looks up at him. Brown eyes, black fuzzy muzzle. He looks intrigued
“That’s nice if you…. but bread and beats will make me sick if I eat for too many days”
*gnoll is pet*
“But that’s just the thing… they were the only ones who even offered friendship to me. Or claimed to offer it, anyways…”
Midnight doesn't respond, silently guiding her fellow equine while trying to make her feel comfortable.
Inside, she is already swearing revenge against whatever did this to Meadows.
He smiles. "I do not know exact gnoll diet, but I would not imagine you are well suited to living as omnivore. No, I saw place where griffons and polar bears go to be served and eat meat. Sounds like kind of fare that would suit you."
"I'll be your friends mala."
He Smiles at him
Iron shakes his head.
"We both know it is not only that."
Nevertheless, he decides to watch what Khoi is witnessing to pass time, maybe he can feel what she's feeling.
So highland meadows torts in place in her 18 foot diameter circle, inside of the poorly lit room in the basement of an abandoned mare’s shelter.
“Tell me, what is the Canterlot mountain like?”
She trots forward
“I feel the cool air… I can imagine it. It is like I am there”>>117129
His eyes go wide, and for once, his natural frown turns into a smile
“That would be, that would be very good”
He sounds happier
"I Promise. You seem like a Good Creature."
He Gives Mala a hug
"I will see what I can do about schedule." He smiles.
Dark Star hugs the gnoll. He’s actually surprisingly fluffy to touch, even if there is a smell to him.
Mala is very happy at Silver’s offer as well
“I don’t think anyone has offered to take me out into the town in a long time. At least not for food. At a real restaurant.”
He smiles. It’s kind of a toothy smile, but there’s nothing he can do about that
“Really now? Because I see you slobbering all over the first mare to show interest in you. Until she tries to take a smoke to calm her nerves after always I can assure you had been a very long day. You try to control her, she resists, and you discard her.”
Though her tone is serious, her face never moves from its position facing forward and towards the access tunnel
"Then it is time to break that streak." He stands up. "Are you ready to move on? It is not best time or place to idle."
"I Agree. We need to strike them now."
"It is not about control," Iron explains plainly and calmly. "More about concluding that our personalities do not match in a healthy way after exploring the other pony's personality and quirks."
|Rolled 6 + 4|
Khoi shrugs, still looking forward. At this point Sands slowly walks into line of sight between Iron and Khoi (or on the other side of the two are very close together.
“How is this for a personality trait? Big guy right here has a different girl back at home. A zebra, in fact.”
At this point, the jilted and discarded Sands takes the lit cigar, and, with a glow of magic, flicks it at Iron.
“Tells you what you need to know about him, hmph! Trying on every mare he meets like clothing, discarding or putting away the ones he doesn’t like”
She shakes her head, and walks out of line of sight >>117138
He stands up
Midnight grins a little bit as she thinks
"They are beautiful. Very steep mountain and cliffs, with very many waterfalls breaking up the rocky scenery. Then there is Canterlot, nestled inbetween the ridges of the mountains. Many tall spires, pure white, gold, and purple set it apart from the cliff sides. I used to enjoy finding a nice place to rest and just view the city, watching pegasi fly in and out as the waterfalls flowed…."
Maybe I should be happy that it went as well as it did for as long as it did, because frankly I was expecting much less. I was expecting you to meta-game yourself out of the situation immediately. I was very pleasantly surprised to see you not-meta game and play along. It was very fun and enjoyable, and it let me flesh characters and provide some minor conflict. I am not in the slightest surprised that the fun character moments didn’t last. But I’m not “happy that it happened.” I’m both disappointed and angry about how it fell apart.
Please listen carefully, because I mean it in all sincerity. When you use metagaming to do shit that entirely sucks the fun out of the experience, there will be bad consequences. It ended absolutely terribly for Dark Star when his player did it, and so it shall be for you and yours
. When the other characters are having fun and fruitful interactions with NPCs in downtime, Iron shall have nothing, or less pleasant interactions. Every creature in that hallway is witness to Iron being super affectionate to a victim of the traffickers, getting upset over one supper minor thing, then not even 10 seconds later, walking up to and talking to a different mare, a mare who knows damned good and well that she was not his first choice. When you do things in character that are justified only because of knowledge outside of character, the characters in the scene are going to see an irrational schizo who does hurtful things just because he has a shitty personality. That’s not going to go over any better with the characters than it does with me personally
Don’t give me some bullshit about, “no, it’s actually because of the cigar.” That autistic shit is as obnoxious as the derailment-by-meta gaming. It was frustrating beyond measure whenever Ash did it. It was infuriating when you did it out of character that one time Blue Skies shared a scene with Silver. Frankly, that shit is just another form of meta-gaming, because it inserts the player’s personal preferences over the actions of the character in a way that doesn’t really make sense in the setting. This is the fucking 1940s East Coast United States amongst the poor and working class. Smoking is perfectly socially acceptable. There is no Surgeon General’s warning, no fear of “big tobacco,” no Truth.org, no ban on smoking in public buildings, and no studies about cancer. A moral crusade against smoking - barring the parallels to the Nazi party, which decidedly does not
include your character - simply doesn’t exist in this setting.
Your character has very little reason at all to even have any comprehension of what smoking is
. He has no reason at all to think that is bad, beyond maybe a bad smell. And frankly your character should be used to bad smells. He has absolutely no reason for smoking to be the one and only thing he is ever moralistic about. Inserting modern moralism into this setting is immersion breaking, and it’s immersion breaking for everyone because everyone can hear your shrieks.
Even if it did make sense in the context of the story, and even if it it weren’t an immersion breaking insertion of modern moral opinion in a setting where it has no place, it would still be obnoxious. And that’s because dear god, has it been expressed in a shrill manner. There are plenty of other evils within the story that deserve far greater indignation.
The characters watching Iron do all of this - and they can’t miss it, because it’s super public - aren’t going to think “oh, she wanted to puff a cigar after being rescued from being held prisoner by gangsters. I can see why it wouldn’t work out” because no real person in that era would think that way, and frankly very few people with functioning minds even in modern times think that way. They are also not going to perceive it as a pretext for ditching Sands because of her other unsavory characteristics. Most of them don’t know about Sand’s other unsavory characteristics, and the only one who does, Khoi, knows damned good and well that Iron does not.
They are only going to see a stallion who is nice to a mare for a moment. They are going to see a mare who has been through some bad shit - evidently being abducted and held prisoner. They see the wounds left on her body from her captivity. They heard her imply that her loved ones are all dead, presumably from circumstances relating to the invasion of her homeland by Communist Griffins. And so after this, after all of this, they see her try to calm her excited nerves by smoking a cigar that would ordinarily be too expensive for a poor war refugee like her.
And what does Iron do? At random, he leaves her, and immediately starts hitting on an entirely different mare who he blew off earlier. What the fuck kind of shit person does that? Would you want to date that? Would you trust that? Would you honestly believe that that kind of person would come to your aid in battle? Do you think that kind of person would risk themselves to help you up if you fell down in the heat of battle? Would you want to help that kind of person? Are you sure they aren’t the same kind of person as the griffin captors, just wearing a different coat?
Jesus, this made me so angry this morning that I was late to work because of thinking about it. Midnight’s post is super sweet though. I’ll try to think about that instead
She closes her eyes and trots about with gaiety
“I hope I don’t fall off cliff”
Then her trot turns into a prance, as she adds little skips of the hoof
“I am there…”
And for a moment, she prances on, her mane bouncing. Then she slows down, slows down. Stops. She opens her eyes
“The spires of Canterlot don’t shine gold like I used to imagine them. Even the grass is not so green…”
She looks over to midnight. Except she doesn’t quite, her eyes seem to miss her by a few degrees.
“Is it still so pretty to you?”
"No… It is not… It has not been since the war started, but I prefer to imagine it as it was. It gives me a sort of hope. A reminder of what I want… A hope that things can return, not to as they were, but maybe… Just maybe a little bit better."
The smile dissipates. She looks over to Midnight, and this time she points her head at Midnight, an improvement over how she was previously. But her eyes point a little down and off to the left from Midnight’s eyes, missing the mark
“But I cannot imagine it being so golden. Even my memories are washed of color…”
She is silent for a moment, and the muscles in her face seem to pull back in fear
“Will it always be like this?”
Midnight slowly hugs Meadows, as not to startle her, praying to Luna that some of her own courage can rub off onto the mare.
"No, it won't. Things will get better… Even if it takes some time, you just have to hope."
Her head follows Midnight as she comes up to her, and is not surprised when Midnight hugs her. It’s a little difficult to hug her. She’s taller than Midnight, and either because of her natural build, slow starvation, or both, she has a skinnier frame that feels bony.
“Can you help me with the hope? I have difficulty seeing it myself”
"When this is over, I would also be glad to help you through what is troubling you. You have clearly been through lot."
"Of course, it is always easier when another pony helps"
As she embraces her, she uses one of her lay on hooves points to heal her some, hoping that it helps.
>>117150Um…. Hi floofer. But which creature is he saying this to?>>117151
The room is pretty dark, mostly illuminated by one light towards the back that still works out if a set of about four, and the light from the hallway. It would be easy to trip over objects even without blindness. But the darkness of the room is briefly overcome by a dim but clearly present blue light that seeps out of Midnight’s hooves, and into Meadow’s barrel. She tenses up for a moment, then relaxes and breathes. She looks down at Midnight. Directly into her eyes, with eyes that are blue-gray.
“You have quite the touch…”
She lifts up a hoof, and then another
Midnight softly smiles up at the larger mare
"So I have been told before. How do you feel now?"
"I'll be happy to do the same."
He says to mala
His doglike tail perks up at Silver’s words and moves too and fro
“Yes, I would like that. Very much so.”
When Dark Star speaks, his tail positively wags
“Really? Hah, ha”
His laugh thankfully doesn’t sound like the gnollish laugh. It’s more Pony-like
“Two friends in one day?”>>117154
“I feel… better. I think I can see slightly better”
Her muzzle returns to a smile
"Good good, when this is all over I will do my best to help you. You have my word."
She gives the mare a gentle squeeze before releasing her from the hug.
Silver smiles at seeing the gnoll happy. "I suppose so."
He Smiles at the gnoll
She is hugged. Her coat in large part has the feel of some partly dried substance in it. Sometimes it’s wet. But underneath all of that, she has a coat of short hair that surely must serve well in hotter, mountainous environment
“I don’t really want to be dependent… I don’t know how to repay your kindness”
She does a minor bow to Midnight after she is released from the hug, including her left hoof being turned upwards in a sort of curtesy that accompanies the bow
“But you have my gratitude”>>117158>>117159
He is smiling. His teeth are a bit less even than you’d see in a dog, although a little bigger
“Two pony friends! I’ve never had that before.”
"You do not have to repay me, seeing you start to feel better is enough."
Midnight returns the gesture, hoping she doesn't look like an idiot for it.
"I'm glad you're happy."
Iron cocks his head at the retreating Sands, then turns back to the original position, with no attempt to stop the cigar from hitting Iron's body.
(It is intriguing how she went out of her way to say that. I wonder what is fueling her.)>>117144
Oh no, it's not metagaming. Just as Iron cannot stand Skies' abrasive, forward and sometimes lewd attitude, he cannot stand Sands' quirks as a pony. He, of course, was exploring her actions and mannerisms, but she kept on sending subtle signals of future conflict later, obviously starting from Silver taking her away for a private talk when the two couldn't possibly have unless there was a secret going on, but kept on piling up with her constant acts of self interest and subsequent challenge that drove Iron away. It's not about being a changie or not. I'd obviously had gone with dicking the changie, since he'd love to try that out, but he can't share a life with that sort of personality without things escalating into an even larger dumpster fire, and he has the foresight not to keep at it.
It's not the smoking, it's the retort that came with it, and it was the final straw of many. A mare whose only purpose so far is nothing aside from an interest in guns and revenge is indeed going to drive him away, and her brash attitude only accelerated that process, because his patience is thin for those kind of mares if you hadn't noticed with many of Skies' interactions with him.
I obviously get it's a dick move and won't get me rewards for it, only downsides in the short term, but it's not out of a desire to evade the changie in a metagaming move, rather to make her think 'Hey, why did the stallion that I got so enamored moments ago decide to bail out on me? I thought I had him in the frog of my hoof. How did he suddenly have the desire to leave me?' and reflect on her actions. Of course, this obviously opens up the possibility of betrayal out of anger, but maybe, just maybe, she can realize that all his headcocking, staring and suspicion Iron sent out can make her realize some of her actions were counteracting her attempts to maintain him charmed.
And no. I'm not expecting to get kirin coochie either. Of course not. Iron may aim for that, but he knows it'll take a lot longer than a romp destroying her captors to consider him a viable candidate. Heck, for all he knows, she could be another gunloving, revenge fueled mare with the same brash attitude like Sands and would dump her as well.
Now you'll be asking "What? Why didn't he communicate that to Sands from the start? I bet this is all an excuse." and sure, between two adults that could be a viable option, but consider the fact that Iron is not going out of his way to pursue and change a mare unless she actually has something of value worthy of pursuit, and he doesn't care about revenge-fueled mares or gun skills or even combat magic if he ever gets to know about that
because he sees himself as the muscle, concluding that while it would be a bonus in a mare, it can't be her only trait because Iron has that part covered as pretentious as that sounds.
Besides, she wouldn't change her ways by simply pointing it out. Obviously it's deeper than that. It's an intrinsic part of her that defines her as a different pony among the masses caused by both dealing with a totalitarian indoctrination of changeling superiority and getting abused by outsiders.
Don't fret, because there is still a chance to charm Iron again, but Sands is probably going to swallow her pride to do it, which I don't see her do for a literal stranger anyhow, unless she still saw him as an easy target.
To summarize, yes, I know it is a dick move but it's not to avoid the changeling in a bout of 'player brilliance in avoiding danger' but rather to spark doubt in Sands' mind over what made him discard her. Obviously she can recharm him again through a simple apology and a change in attitude and approach but if that can't be achieved, he probably lost interest in her. I know it sounds pretentious, but Iron is a pretentious pony that seeks a specific number of traits in a mare to be deemed pursueable, and if that can't be achieved, he discards it and keeps going. After all, there are plenty of fish in the sea to hook up with.And no. It's not the smoking. Smoking, while it could make him uncomfortable with the smell, it's not a dealbreaker, even though it is for me IRL.
There is some enthusiasm in his voice when he says
“Okay, so what is the first thing I am doing with my new friends?”>>117161
She giggles at Midnight’s efforts
“Again, I thank you. I am not recovered, but I am better than I was before”
There is no “doubt over what caused whatever” just you and Iron being an asshole, and that is that
"Well, that is all I can ask for for now. Say, is there anything that you can tell about this place that could help us? I understand if you cannot, but if you have any information…"
Her expression becomes blank, and the smile fades away
“I don’t… I don’t think I have much I can tell you. I know I was kept chained to a desk in a big room with other features. I was made to sew leather to iron horseshoes. They took me here, and placed me next to a caged Rashaka, and that was all I could remember”
Here I am, proposing a possibility to return to status quo with one little tweak, yet you shrug it off because you believe Iron and I are 'assholes' due to my decision as a player to stop interacting with Sands out of a desire not to after not giving me a reason to aside from 'I give you a snuggle so you better love me' and nothing else. If you want to destroy Iron's life over not falling for the character you presented due to lack of interest in her characteristics that make her, you can obviously do it.
If Meadows could see Midnight's face, she would see her face go blank and then contorts into anger. She then steps forward and presses her snoot into the larger horse's shoulder.
"I… I will make sure that whatever did this to you pays… I am sorry about making you think about that, now just rest. Nothing will harm you now."
I’m not in the right emotional state to sift through an entire block of text right now. My normal patience is gone. What is the tweak?>>117169
The shoulder is also bony, but there is some muscle here.
Now, Meadows comes over, and hugs Midnight. Her legs are long and kind of bony. She places her long muzzle overtop of Midnight’s fur
"Well, we could take you out to eat,Do you like Whiskey? i know a Great Bar on the East-side of baltimare."
“Yes! I haven’t been to a bar in that many occasions. I think I’ve only stayed to drink at one maybe twice. I didn’t know they could have food there”
She hugs her back, wrapping her wings around her.
"Of course… I just pray I really can help you"
Midnight is sniffling as well.
Simple. Make Sands realize what is ticking Iron off and promptly using it to her advantage by falsely apologizing over it and downplaying her abrasive in Iron's eyes
temperament with more active actions of physical contact to make it up to him, or even presenting a hobby of hers that isn't about combat.
It should allow to buy you some more time to flesh her out further as a pony alongside Iron, and I believe she would be able to since she seems like the kind of pony to be able to do that, being a manipulator and all.
"Some do. i'm not sure if mr.glass sells any at the eastside though. theres this one restaurant named "Benito's" that i think you might enjoy."
No one in that situation would realize what is ticking Iron off>>117175
He nods, but then lowers his head, looks away, and says almost restfully
“But I have to eat meat…”
She presses her muzzle down and towards her
“You’re so kind. I was afraid I would find no kindness in this supposed land of friendship. But I see it is real. Thank you again”
"I am glad that I have been able to do that for you, and I hope you can find more ponies that treat you with the same kindness."
Midnight is sniffling a bit more now, and her eyes are very watery as she raises a hoof and boops
Meadows on the snoot.
"I believe they sell spaghetti."
Iron was indirectly pointing out his perception of her flaws with his expressions, which mostly encompasses her combat-focused demeanor from the eyebrow raising at her thirst for vengeance at first, which while obviously being justifiable in the current situation, it isn't particularly interesting to him long term. Compound that with a lack of other quirks to balance it out and a 'sassy' demeanor, like when she taunts Iron to 'not to be a bitch', and he loses interest quickly.
Remember. Iron likes Cauldron as a zebra and wants to be with her not because she beats ponies with a crowbar or is the hottest mare or sucks his metaphorical dick everytime she gets a chance, but her other skills, like cooking and potion making, and motivations to both better her life without sacrificng her fathers', not to mention her caring, generous and sometimes innocently fun attitude.
Sands is a changeling version of Skies in a superficial level as of now: Revenge-focused mare that wants to make their captors pay as well as being playfully abrasive, thinking it's a good way to interact with others because it worked previously from where she comes from.
I'm not expecting a Cauldron clone, don't get me wrong, but she should have something more interesting than simply being a nuzzling machine or a petting toy to charm Iron further, and her attitude towards others only serve to undermine her efforts.
The pony is hugged. But when the hard object touches her soft, grey nose, she reflexively pulls back, wrestling her self out from under the wing. Stepping back, stepping back, stepping back away from her attacker. She goes back a couple more feet until…
Her right, rear hoof steps on an open cigar box, sending the wooden edge of the other side of the box into her long pattern bone, and launching cigars across the floor. She stumbles, her right hind leg collapses, then her left hind leg, and she falls down onto her rump>>117179
He twists his mouth, and something about his expression implies he’s not convinced that spaghetti is a meat dish
“I’m not sure if I’ve ever had spaghetti before”>>117180
You want a fleshed out character with whatever quirks and a distinct personality, you have to interact with them and give them situations to react to and bounce off of. You throw away characters I spend a large amount of time building and that I personally like, just because “eh, I don’t like this one” - and you did exactly the same thing to Black Cauldron last December and it pissed me way the fuck off then - then I’m not exactly inclined to do anything other than blow off your character in reciprocity. You don’t have to fuck it, just not discard blatantly and casually
I did try to approach her with questions regarding her past in an attempt to open her up into a more fleshed out character, but none of it worked because she's paranoid of revealing her nature as a changeling, so she can't be approached unless I do the flashlight trick on her which is metagame-y currently
or otherwise have Iron know she's a changeling and she knows he knows but doesn't care, unlike Cauldron, which wasn't due to a lack of cooperation or actual way to explore her personality, history or hobbies.
There has to be an incentive to interact with other characters, GM. She provides none, so of course Iron'll stop caring about her sooner or later unless she gives a bone to chew on.
I… Feel terrible now.
"Oh my Celestia I am so sorry!"
She rushes over and gently strokes her back, looking over her for any injuries like cuts or scrapes.
"I am sorry, I am sorry, are you okay? Oh Celestia I was not, thinking, I am so sorry!"
"Spaghetti is a pasta based dish that comes with meat chunks in it. it a Delicious meal i believe it originates in wingbardy."
He whispers the last part about it being tasty
Her face reveals that she is shaken and frightened as she sits down
“I am… I am… I don’t know. My leg hurts just a little. I am fine though”>>117184
Jubilosa (in the hall opposite the door, with a line of sight to all of the character scenes)
“I heard that! You can’t take it back!”
Mala nods, looking a little more pleased
“Okay, I guess I can try that”
"J-just rest and I will look over you."
Midnight quietly looks over her leg, looking sad at herself.
Heal check to look for any problems.[ 1d20+6 = 25 ]
Dark Star squints at her
"Whats your story?"
He asks her
The only injury of any kind is on her right hind leg, caused by the wooden side of the box jabbing upwards into Meadow’s leg on the mid pattern bone, when she stepped on the opposite side of the box sending that side up in a seesaw action kind of like stepping on a rake. It’s a blunt injury, far from the worst Midnight has seen, but it seems to cause her pain. Nothing is broken or fractured, but there will probably be a bruise hidden under her leg fur.>>117187
“What is my story? Heh, I am pleased you asked. My name is Volador Jubilosa, and I am from the Federated Parishes of Sicameon. Excuse me, I forgot the new name. “Territory of the Military Commander in Sicameon.” I grew up in Campo Claro, a little town twenty kilometers outside of Midora, and I attended the Parish School there. There was a griffin there who fancied me. A nice griffin, seemed to be heading to university. I wasn’t betrothed to him, but that seemed to be where things were going. Then you ponies attacked. His militia was mobilized, and I did not hear from him. I was heart broken, and remained in my parents’ house for a month when I found out he had been killed. Still, I persisted, and became a milkgrif, flying around delivering milk in my town. I knew I could make more money if I went to the city, so I did so. I became a typist for a shipping company in Midora. I worked there a year and a half.”
She’s been making gestures with a free claw through out her small speech, but it intensifies at this point, and she moves forward
“You know, there was this kid who lived just down the road from my parents. Then one day he just wasn’t there. I don’t know if he moved suddenly without telling his neighbors, if he joined the partisans out in the forests up north. But I think your secret police got him. Took him from his house in the night. Maybe stalked him as he walked home from the sugar mill where he worked. He wouldn’t have been the only one. Your damned soldiers walked the streets of the city. Redirected shipments going out. Frankly that’s a lot of what I did as a typist. Went over documents about exports, I didn’t like what I saw. I talked about what I saw. And when my parents wrote me and told me about little Mullido down the street just vanishing, I knew that it could happen to me.
So I went back to Campo Claro, and told my parents I would seek refuge in Aquelia until the end of the War. Then I went down to the city to locate a griffin I was told made fake passports. I should have trusted a different griffin. I would have used a ship my company contracts for, except they don’t run to Aquelia. And so, somehow, I ended up here. Tonight.”
Dark Star Remains stoic for her story.
"Interesting. Why do you think the Secret Police were involved?""
“They do not want an independent Sicameon, and they supposed little Mullino was in the way”
"Sounds to me like he ran away from home."
“He was an adult, no need to run away. He didn’t hate his situation there. He would have told his mother”
Dark Star remains unconvinced
She rolls her head, closes her eyes, raises her eyebrows and does a sort of shrug
“I never said you’d care, I just said what happened”
"I Care,in a way."
He turns to silver and iron and asks
"Are we ready to head upstairs?"
In an offhoof comment
Iron simply nods.
Plot twist: there has to be an incentive for the GM to waste his time interacting with the character.
I have no idea why you think that having your character treat well established female NPCs as if they are articles of clothing that can be stolen and then discarded when you don’t like how they fit, is acceptable, but I assure you that it is not acceptable.>>117198
I refuse to acknowledge anything happening with the Iron character after >>117142
. You can have a reset of any of the scenes leading up to that to see if you want to do anything differently. You can roll a new character who will join the quest later. You can wait in limbo to see if I change my mind later. But what is not happening is trying on my favorite new female NPC like a shoplifted article of clothing and throwing her in the garbage when she makes you look fat, and then proceeding on to combat tonight.
Far from the worst yes, but this one hurts Midnight too cause she knows her carelessness caused it.
She gently and slowly strokes Meadows' mane, hoping to calm her down after that.
She shakes for a moment, but she is calmed down. The hair is long and was arranged in some sort of pattern, but had since been undone. It too, has remnants of a goo remaining in it, messing it up.
“You know what I am glad about?
I can feel things now. When I was suspended in that goo… when I was awake at first… I couldn’t touch anything, except the walls”
"That is good to hear. Even of what you feel is pain, it still means your condition is improving, and it means you will get better…"
Midnight wishes she had some type of brush or comb to do the mare's mane, but alas.
Eeeee's in EEEEEE
Hey. Not sure where Spark is, but since Onyx is here you guys could start up one the next day of your journey.
Counter plot twist: If you want an NPC to stick to a PC/PCs, it must have something going for itself that keeps the player/s interested in it.
Unless, of course, you want her to become a villain and subsequently get killed or fade away from memory as she is slowly forgotten.
An NPC is well established due to the players perception of them, because even though the world you create is indeed yours to rule, you do so in order to provide players a setting to play in. Otherwise, you end up playing with yourself and the fun is stripped away even further than how you currently feel.
Now, I'm willing to give her a shot because your actions beforehand were fueled by fear of me metagaming my way out of it to resort to dodging the question in order to keep her around because you like Sands and don't want Iron to discard her as a potential plot hook and fail to properly characterize her which I admit I'm surprised you thought that after that IronxChangeling dream orgy he had on Night 1
I'll pick to rewind back to when Iron was combing Sands' mane with two hooves.
He asks the following question with his usual small smile he had:
"So, what life did you live before ending up here?"
I'm down to stab some bitches
Same here my dude
NAP between us, at least for tonight?
AFAIK, the NAP has been in place the whole time
Indeed, it looks like this mare would benefit strongly from a brush or a bath. But none are available
She sits there in place, where she fell, and looks forward in silence for a moment.
"I can touch things now… But I can't quite feel some things… When those Rashaka take you, they don't just remove from you your strength, your energy, you stamina. They take something from you emotionally, maybe spiritually. Memories of the plantation, the races in the village, seeing the Fire Temple in Neighran… the horses… it's all a vague sadness now. Not even a strong one… At least the numbness has cooled on the outside"
She stretches out a hoof>>117209>>117209>>117210
Brie and Onyx wake upDo you want the end of the journey, a little side quest, or a dungeon clearing combined with the end?
I'm assuming we're geographically still a good distance from the 'end', so I would prefer that we get there organically.
Well, assuming the ending is meeting any queen who could help, an ending is not far away. Just a road trip
Well then, I suppose we should be off.>>117212
"Ah. I suppose there's nothing left but to play our hand. Are you comfortable walking straight into the lion's den?"
"We've got nothing better to do, so let's get it over with.">>117214
Midnight ever so slowly, and ever so gently stretches out her own hoof, and places it on top of Meadows'.
"There there, just rest now. The joy will return in time."
"Perhaps, but this could get us killed. Up until now I've been able to rely on my wit and negotiations, but I can make no such guarantees."
"Well, I have my halberd, you've got your fancy knife skills. I reckon we can do this."
"Fair enough. I'll see to Sparks, the little ones, and the not-so little ones then.">>117216
Brie goes to ascertain the readiness - in order - of the aforementioned.
[Sorry, on phone]
Please do figure out the NPC situation though
I suppose I should assume that the 'Lings are squared away, both the young and older ones? Brie returns to Onyx. "I suppose we're all set then. We should have our new friends on either side of the cart when we approach the hive, though they agreed to 'assist' in pulling it (which of course means its their turn)."
"That sounds good to me, let's move out then."
Onyx grabs his halberd before heading to the cart to make sure it's ready for travel.
"Right behind you," Brie says, gathering the 'Lings, the Changelings, and of course Sparks.
Are there weakened ponies? I seem to recall there being weakened ponies, but somehow I think if we brought them they would end up eaten.
Actually several. The brothers, Ruby and Red Wine, and the Married Couple Dawson and Rose
I assure you your Changeling allies are way ahead of you on that whole "eaten" thing
Well, they could secretively be salty warriors, but that's not where my money is at. Hence, I'm figuring we'll leave the ponies behind.
>>117227>Warriors of the saltlands
Anyways, Seb and Fun can now be made to pull the cart, appearing to be brown ponies. They aren't fully healed, and Fun pretty clearly still wears his bandages, but they are healed-ish. There is no immediate noticeable traffic on the roadway. The sky is clear, the temperature is pretty warm, maybe 20 degrees F. A light breeze, making it feel just a little colder. The sun is barely up>>117228
Do you agree with >>117227
"Oh good, there you are. We're preparing to disembark. Our new changeling 'friends' have offered to pull the cart for a while, but when we get to the hive they're to walk on either side of the cart as something of an escort. I'm figuring that the hive won't respond well if we have changelings operating as laborers."
"I'm thinking the same thing.">>117229
I don't know if it is a good idea to bring the family along for this adventure. Their adventure awaits for them across the border, not deeper into changeling lands.
Red Wine is up making breakfast while Rose stirs and even Dawson sleeps in. It's based on boiled potatoes
For clarification, I know who you mean, I'm just intent on disembarking and since Brie was never really formally introduced nor had any significant interaction with them, he's not inclined to start now.
I guess it's more for Spark and Onyx…
Ready when you all are
They're free to interact of course, but I'm ready to go.
Well, I'm ready. Onyx is just preparing the wagon and waiting on the others.
And so, the ponies set out
Kerr and Wesley go outside and load up in the wagon, hopping through the snow
Wesley: "Ich vermisse die Hitze"
Kerr: "Ich auch"
Maybe Spark gets inside the cabin with them. Maybe even Onyx does as well. Seb and Fun really don't appear to be as strong as Onyx, or really, as strong as they would be under more normal circumstances, but they will suffice
Onyx looks uneasy as the cart begins to move.
"Gimme a moment Spark… don't stop. I'll be back"
He suddenly jumps out and gallops to the house, looking for Ruby.
Spark waves goodbye to the family.
"Think about my offer. I'll be back this way to head back home."
He enters the wagon to watch over the changelings.>>117240
He watches the bartender rush back towards the house.
"Did he forget something?"
Dawson nods, lethargically and calmly, looking out. Red Wine is actually still inside, but Dawson says he says thank you for the owlbear>>117240
Ruby is at a table, eating boiled potato, with a side of fir tree leaves
Brie addresses Seb and Fun: "Werden Sie beide in Ordnung sein, dies zu ziehen? Wir werden in regelmäßigen Abständen handeln."Did you pick Seb cuz of the lolcow?
"Hey Ruby… Remember that promise I made you? Do… Do you wanna come with us?"
>>117243"Seb" is short for "Seben." His real name is a hell of a lot longer, and frankly just a gender, number, and name of mother and sire
Fun: "Meine Haut ist immer noch empfindlich, aber ich glaube, ich kann ziehen.
Seb: "Ich kann nicht gut atmen und habe Schmerzen. Ich kann versuchen zu ziehen, aber ich kann nicht wissen, wie weit ich gehen kann">>117244
He looks up from his dish of potato, turnip, and fir leaves
"Are you going to take me to Canterlot?!?!"
Brie sighs, taking off his fancy coat and cloak, and stashes them in the coach with the 'Lings, then returns to the front.
To Seb: "Scheisse. Ich hatte gehofft, dass Sie sich nach einer Weile mehr erholen könnten. Zieh das aus, ich zieh."
Seb gives excuses, but of course accepts the offer to go back to sleep in the more protected cabin
"Ich wurde mitten durch meine Brust gestochen …"I though Onyx would pull?
"Well, would you like to come? You gotta decide, cause the wagon is leaving. Just know it won't be easy."
He grabs a blanket, a couple baseball cards, his scout's knife, a pair of milk containers, a sack of turnips, and a half eaten potato, and jumps inside the cabin of the cart after hugging his brother goodbye
"I'll send you pictures!"
On second thought, Brie removes his trousers as well and places them with his coat. "Wouldn't want to wrinkle them." he sighs to himself.
He's still wearing his vest (with 2 throwing knives) and his fine sword.
Hopefully that fits under the vest. And hopefully it’s enough protection from the cold>>117246>>117248>>117241
The party pulls ahead, Brie in front. The dogs follow. There’s a pretty decent view of what goes by. Mostly it’s coniferous forest in this area. Though there are some inclines and hills, it’s more flat than not. Occasionally, a steam cuts through, and the road crosses a stone bridge. Birds chirp in the sky regularly, but really it’s more quiet than it isn’t. More than one cart is passed, mostly pulled by oxen. The ponies inside look down or ahead, not at those who pass by, and often cover their faces, presumably because of the cold.
Mostly this road doesn’t have large settlements, or settlements at all. But there is a trend. Individual buildings and small settlements - farm houses, cabins, and less often mills and hamlets - are more likely to look abandoned. Villages and towns may have a guard post in them, and there seem to be ponies living there. The population is becoming centralized. Sometimes, there almost seems to be a line between abandoned and inhabited buildings. There are several buildings that are visibly damaged by artillery, like a windmill that has its top half half blown off, and rubble strewn about.
Of course the forest doesn’t last forever, nor are most of the settlements near the forest. After that, they are meadows, then cattle pastures, more fields of winter wheat, and then fallow field after fallow field. Some naked soil, some planted with clover or grass. Some fields look as if they were burned and never replanted. But most fields have either stubble, clover, or wheat, with occasional crops of Timothy grass, rye, and rapeseed. And all of these are covered in a fine layer of snow, or at least, they usually are. One hamlet seems to be abandoned all together, buildings damaged. The changelings have a definite presence here, even if it is less felt than the pony presence of big red barns, and rustic windmills. Every settlement has a Changeling post near the center. With guards. And a station that has a small fence around it, surely a collection station.
They travel for quite a while
And so, it’s a while before they get to their first major challenge. A guard check point. It’s actually not the first one they came across, but the first one waved them through
Here, the creatures seem more serious. The guard is unambiguously an undisguised Changeling drone in a field grey uniform.
"Ja natürlich, einen moment" Brie immediately responds, removing the harness and stepping back to retrieve his coat, and the requisite documents.
The creature responds with an expression of clear surprise, not expecting that result. He is speechless, and leaves Brie to go retrieve the items
Okay, I have to go to sleep now. But please keep replying>>117206
*floofs the floofster*
Returning with the papers provided by the changeling at the border, Brie smiles self-assuredly and extends the paperwork. "Ich vertraue darauf, dass Sie hier alles in Ordnung finden."
Also, I'm not worried about the cold for the time being, as nothing warms you up like physical exertion
'NightNot sure how we're supposed to carry on while you're gone though
Onyx chuckles as her gallops back to the cart, ruffling the colt's mane as he sits down.>>117253>>117252
Ah travel montages, gotta love them.
*colt is indeed excite*
It’s a bit weird being in there with a dark brown Earth Pony who isn’t quite familiar though. He wants to take up an entire seat
Onyx stares down the earth pony, having never seen him before.
"And who exactly are you?"
The pony is lying across the seat on the other side. He has a large, white cloth tightly wrapped around his barrel. He lifts his head up, and looks at Onyx. His blue eyes go wide, and he turns his head around the other way
"Hey! If you're gonna ride in this wagon, I wanna answer to my question."
Onyx walks around to the direction the unknown pony turned.
The wagon is arranged as two seats facing each other in a little compartment. It is physically impossible for Onyx to go around
Hmm, then Onyx puts a hoof on the pony's shoulder "gently"
The head pokes up, and he turns around yet again, hooves facing Onyx
"I asked, who are you?"
His eyes narrow, as he hopes he doesn't have to throw this pony out.
He blinks. No response
The colt is kind of confused and a little afraid by the tense situation
Onyx seems purely baffled now
"Can… Can you even understand me?"
He looks over to Ruby and notes the colt's reaction, relieved that at least he isn't imagining this.
He sits up now, but he is still silent
Oh, hey, people!
"Come on! Respond! Flick your ears, twitch your muzzle, tap your hoof for Celestia's sake!"
He is uncomfortable, and has his lips pulled back in such an expression >>117275
"Well? Do something before I throw you in a snowdrift for being a stowaway."
Onyx taps a hoof impatiently.
He seems confused, and certainly unresponsive
"Oh for fuck's sake, let him sleep! He's still too injured to pull the cart." Brie's voice emanates oddly from the front of the cart.
"Huh? Oh, it's you."
Onyx pats the lil ling.>>117281
"But who the Tartarus is it?!"
The colt is pet, closing his eyes, and pressing his head up to the hoof
Onyx pets him more, still casting a glare at the stallion before he lies on the floor hoping that this trip goes well.
Onyx hears a bit of muffled Changeling-speak from the front, and he cart stops for a moment. Moments later, Brie's face appears in the window.
"That's Seb. He was gonna muscle through and pull the cart, but I could tell he's not in condition. Don't wrinkle my suit btw."
"Oh. Wait, what suit?"
Onyx looks for any protrusions of a suit from under his body wondering what the bat is on about now.
"You'd better not be sitting on it, I'm gonna need the documents in it when we get to this next checkpoint!"
Onyx stands up, making sure he wasn't lying on the suit
>>117290Speaking of which
Brie's gaze turns and looks uncomprehendingly to the colt who has joined the party. Then looks at Kerr and Wesley (who should be obvious, cuz the fancy suits), and then back to the colt. Putting on a slightly exaggerated grin he says to the colt. "Why hello there. Who might you be?"
>>117291Since GM hasn't responded
Onyx pats the colt on the back
"This is Ruby, he's interested in seeing more parts of Equestria. Especially Canterlot, so I decided to bring him along and show him around.">>117292
Howdy edgy boi
Brie looks to Ruby and extends a hoof. "Well hello Ruby. You've chosen a rather auspicious time and group to venture the world with but sit tight, you probably won't die!" he says, sincerely cheerful.
“Oh, hello! Are you one of the ponies that saved my brother and Dawson? I’m sorry we didn’t really meet before but mighty fine thing you did helpin’ these fellows here rescue my brother and all, and Dawson and his wife Rose, real good family friends. Nice to meet you, by the way, my name is Harrowed Holler but folks just call me Ruby on account of my shinny red coat here lookin’ like a Ruby. This fine young man here volunteered to take me to the Canterlot Palace. My folks didn’t really want me to go, with my oldest brother gone and all, but given that things aren’t really safe here they let me go ahead.”>>117294
“I like not dying!”>>117293
*colt is pat*
"I'm glad you like not dying, so let's keep it that way"
Brie cheerfully replies "No! I was asleep." he smiles, as though he just described an accomplishment. "We'll try to keep it that way.">>117295EEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The smile fades slowly from his mouth, but he says nothing
Brie turns to Wesley and Kerr. "Jungetiere, ich brauche für jeden von euch ein Wurfmesser. Sie haben noch 2 Stück" then turns to Ruby and says "Do you have any weapons? Do you know how to use these?" he asks, holding up one of the throwing knives.
He pets the colt again
"Don't worry, I'll take care of ya."
Shitty translations aside, -1 knife from both Kerr and Wesley would leave each with 2, and 2 for Brie as well, while also giving 2 to Ruby.
Ruby looks a little uncomfortable at the the language, but answers
“Well sure, I know how to cut things. I was in junior scouts”>>117301
He smiles a little more, as Onyx knocks part of his mane down over his eyes
“Well sure, you’re big enough to fight anything. Even fought a bear and won. Changelings too!”
"Heh, yeah. I guess I am pretty good. Just stay away from trouble and we'll be fine."
He tilts his head
“…. Define trouble
"These aren't just for cutting, though they'll work fine enough for that. These are balanced for throwing so that you can strike at an opponent without being up close. Try to keep them hidden, because an opponent won't see you as a threat if you appear unarmed. Then, when they're full of confidence, you can stick them in the face!" Brie conveys with perhaps a bit too much disclosure. "If you want, I'll show you more as we travel." Then, turning to Onyx, flashes a wide-eyed expression for just a moment, before heading back to the front of the cart.
I don't know if this exchange is occurring while the Changelings are examining their papers, or if this is occurring somewhere in mid-transit, but it could work either way.
Onyx narrows his eyes
"Don't pick on anything bigger than ya, and don't get under my hooves in a fight"
Calling back from his departure "The best combat stance is a scared face! They'll think you're helpless!"
Ruby’s mouth hangs open, and his eyes are wide
“… Woah. Can you show me?!”>>117308
“Okay, I’ll try not to mister”>>117309
*pulls out notepad, and writes with a pencil in his mouth*
"Good, then you'll be fine. And now, we wait."
Brie swats at a bug in a gesture that strangely resembles a face-hoof
Kerr jumps up
He moves to the other side of the cart
A second Changeling comes out and watches Brie and the cart, while the first reviews the papers. The first then calls the second to look at the papers, says something to him, and later both nod
He says to Brie
"I see… you're the one they called us about. You
have special instructions"
He hoofs him a sealed note
"Splendid!" he exclaims opening the note. I hope its not in wechselbalg,… Brie can't read
I'm not going to get into the argument as I'm not involved here, but I want to say that I really love your characters, and I appreciate the work you've put into them for both us and the game. I know we don't give you nearly enough appreciation for it, so I just wanted to tell you.
There is more to the note, but this much is pertinent:
Brie is invited to meet an individual at the Iron Mine outside of Haysabi
The note includes directions>>117319
*hugs the floofster*
When you hug the floofster, the floofster also hugs you.
*hugs the GM*
Brie gets Fun, and they go back to the cart. "Word of our venture precedes us. We have been given an assignment." He translates the same for the benefit of Kerr, Wesley, Seb, and Fun
"Oh joy, this oughta be good"
"It says we're supposed to meet somepony, so I'm assuming its a kill mission." Brie says with enthusiasm.
"… But I always assume its a kill mission." He says with a wink.
"Well… Maybe this will be good. I see no point in delaying"
"Splendid!" Brie doesn't miss a beat and slightly rudely pushes Fun back to the front. where they both don the harnesses and disembark.
What follows is a synopsis of the letter's contents, if not a perfect transcript:
"Steel Otis is a Pony collaborator who used the opportunity of the Liberation of Equestria to rise from being a simple forepony of the Marion Mining Company, to being the Overseer of Taconite production for most of the Haysabi region of Whinnysota. He is aided by the Changeling head of Equine Resources for the Haysabi Taconite mines, a drone called "Fang Zu Lang." For most of the time that the mines have been operating, they have fallen behind in production and requested a more than normal share of equipment. This has been variously blamed on Pony sabotage and heavy rains, but deeper in Winter it is evident that that is not the cause. Otis is suspected of corruption, either selling the Iron himself, or worse, of treason by siphoning ore and materials for the partisans. Zulang, likewise, is believed to be guilty of corruption, and taking bribes to allow the continuation of non-productive behavior.
Your assignment is to collect evidence of said disobedient behavior, and then make an example of the guilty partiesHail Chrysalis!
Brie doesn't share this with the party yet
Don't worry, he will, but he's intent on getting there first
Uh… Onyx does not
Oooooh, Onyx ain't gonna like you.>>117332
Oh hush, I'm just eager to get there before too long. We'll have plenty of time to status
Also, Sparks should be on this venture too, though we haven't heard from him
Fun is shoved to the front, a little unsettled, and they go off. It's a road going North of Whinnyapolis, but also not as far West. Fields become barer grasslands, and the layers of snow and frost become thicker
As they get started, Brie says to Fun "Entschuldigen Sie meine Begeisterung, aber genau so sorgen wir - und ich meine Sie und ich - dafür, dass die Königin glücklich ist."
He nods with a sort of concerned look
"Was auch immer mich davon abhält, erschossen zu werden"
"Ihre Hilfe wird bei dieser Mission besonders nützlich sein. Wir sollen Korruption und Betrug gegen den Hive untersuchen, und ich bin nicht gut daran gewöhnt, wie die Dinge auf dieser Seite der Mauer funktionieren."
Then why pet her mane before immediately leaving her in two sentences to go talk to a different female. Why bother in the first place. Why make me think you were going that direction>>117339
"Ich war noch nie ein Anführer oder hinter einem Schreibtisch … Aber ich werde versuchen, Ihnen zu helfen"
"Ich bitte Sie nicht, ein Anführer zu sein oder hinter einem Schreibtisch zu dienen. Etwas ist faul und die Königin schickt uns, um nachzuforschen. Ich gehe davon aus, dass die Königin diese Mission als Test angeboten hat."
*waiting paladin and rock noises*
"Ich kenne deine Absichten nicht, aber ich kenne meine. Ich werde es auch sehen, dass wir gehen">>117343
What'cha waitin' on?
Ponish speaking I guess
Uh… what's the matter?
"Meine Absicht ist es, die dargelegte Aufgabe zu erfüllen. Davon profitieren alle Beteiligten, auch Sie und Seb. Die Augen der Königin sind auf uns gerichtet, und ich beabsichtige, sie dafür zu befriedigen, dass sie uns dazu bestimmt hat. Es hilft allen."
"So sei es. Beenden wir diese Aufgabe. Ich kann nicht ewig im Schnee leben und ich möchte nicht erschossen werden"
Do you think that the Blue Skies character is not likable? Do you think that she is not a pony you can share a proper bond with?
"Mach dir keine Sorgen. Wenn du erschossen wirst, werden wir ALLE erschossen, und ich habe DIESE Scheiße nicht." Brie chuckles.
“Gut zu wissen”
They go forward even further. At least some of the coniferous trees have returned. The cart passes over a a stone bridge. On the other side is a wood and wrought iron rail bridge. On the otherwise in good shape bridge, some of the track ties seem broken in half, including a few falling down and held in place only by their connection to the rails
Spot check. Can the cart make it across the bridge?
Secondary check. Can Brie and Fun successfully pull it across?[ 1d20-2 = 8 ][ 1d20-2 = 0 ]
Eyeing the bridge, Brie says "Es sollte uns gut gehen"
Yes and no>>117361
They nod, and proceed to pass over the stone pedestrian bridge>>117354
I intended to add that Fun "has a reserved fear"
Well, hopefully we don't die
They do not die crossing the bridge
On the other side is forest, and past that a town, labelled as "Blackwood" on the sign. The houses are mostly wooden and triangular roofed in a similar design, often treated a greyish color. Off in the distance, over the tree line, the end of a machine pokes up
Not seeing any signs for a/the Iron Mine, Brie says to Fun "Ich denke, wir sollten in die Stadt fahren und versuchen, die Eisenmine ausfindig zu machen. Es wurde in der Notiz von der Königin angegeben."
How's everyone today? Its not my situation, but I'm hoping that enough was discussed that everyone has a better appreciation of where one another are coming from, to the degree that we can continue.
I believe we have reached an agreement.
I'm hoping we can continue, too. It sounds like combat is coming up for the Baltimare Group, and I'd like to see what combat will look like with everyone together.
I believe GM and I reached an agreement.
*drags GM into the hug*
Onyx/Midnight and Sparks/(does he have a 2nd character) are as yet unavailable, so the Northern Posse (is that what we're going with?) is on standby.
I don't think Spark has something like that.
Dark Star isn't here either, and two missing party members is quite the the blow on party power, so I can't say we can proceed onwards
Going a little further up, at the top of the hill, is a grey stone stone general store, a church of the same grey stone, and a cluster of buildings around a small square.
Looking down the hill, off in the distance a big hole in the earth is visible beyond the tree line, and between the tree line and the hill top is much of the remainder of the town - rows of buildings mostly in an even, planned style, and mostly of that same wooden construction, treated with something that gives the wood a greyish hue. There is almost a second town center, bigger than at the hill top, with a three story building, a smaller building opposite, and elsewhere what looks like a red brick school house, even a cinema.>>117397
Loputu claims that he just wanted to try a cigar and that Mala gave him that one. But Silver shames him into submission.
White Sands takes the cigar with a magical glow
Iron looks at the floating cigar questioningly.
"That thing does not look edible."
She looks up to him and giggles"
Then leviates it to her mouth, and tries to get a grip before picking up a hoof to deal with it. She then sucks on it, making it glow red
Iron's eyes widen at the lighting of the cigar's tip, head craning backwards slightly in surprise.
"How did you do that?"
She giggles again, puckers her lips and blows out a small cloud of smoke with a unique smell neither really pleasant nor unpleasant that smells kind of like wood
She takes it out of the green magical aura, and places it in her hoof
"Have you never smoked a cigar before?" she asks
Iron blinks at Sands.
"I have not."
He glances briefly at the cigar before looking back at her, hooves caressing her mane idly.
"Is that what that itcis?"
She blinks at him, and has a surprised expression
"You really are
from the jungle, aren't you? They are like cigarettes, but more expensive and you don't necessarily have to inhale. The ends usually need to be cut first but that was already done for this one"
A set of smoke slowly goes upwards
Iron cocks his head.
"They smell funny."
He focused his gaze on the cigar.
"Why are you inhaling it?"
She twists part of her mouth up
"It's a cigar. That's the smell of the tobacco plant. And as just now I said, you don't need to inhale it, just let the smoke stay in your mouth"
Iron ponders for a bit.
"How did it light up like that, then?"
"Inhale lightly but only let the smoke into your mouth, and it lights up…"
Iron stares at the cigar for a bit.
"Can I try it?"
"… Sure" She passes it over to him with the green aura, on the non lit side. It still has an orange glow
"Don't try to inhale all of the smoke, but let it sit in your mouth, then puff it out"
Iron tentatively opens his mouth, placing his lips on the unlighted tip.
For fun, I'll let the dice decide how good he inhales his first puff.[ 1d20 = 4 ]
<Iron's blowing skills at work
A little harder than perhaps desirable, a little more smoke in the lungs
He widens his eyes in surprise, not liking the sensation.
He quickly takes his lips out of the cigar, followed by a series of small coughs.
"heheh, you're supposed to take a small breath, and let it sit in your mouth. Not inhale it"
Iron can't help but smile lightly.
"I will have keep that in mind for next time."
One last cough comes put of him before facing her.
"Do you usually smoke this kind of stuff?"
“Not really. I prefer cigarettes. But these griffins only have cigars, and it’s kind of a more expensive brand. It’s been a long
day, and I needed something to calm my nerves.”
Iron ponders about her plight to calmness.
"What was your life before being dragged here?"
She closes her eyes and tilts her head to the side in a manner resembling a shrug
“A life in the city. Working during the day time, trying to be sociable and have fun at night. Living alone.”
Silver pulls out his pack of cigarettes for Sands. "Want one? They are Old Guard brand."
"What kind of fun did you have?"
“Socializing. Dancing. The cinema less often.”>>117424
And with that, her eyes widen, and her mouth firms into a smile. It is an expression of pure joy, as if seeing a rainbow in the sky after months of ceaseless rain
Silver gladly gives her a cigarette, even lighting it up for her with his lighter, once it's in her possession.
Iron is admittedly surprised about her love of cigarettes being expressed currently.
"…how often do you take those things?"
She takes it, places it in her mouth, and lets him light it. She gives a smile back to him, more in line with a mischievous smile than the child-like wonder of a moment before
She suck on it, and lets the orange line recede down the cigarette, before later blowing out a long breath
"It varies from night to night and who I'm with, but several a day. And this one is the first one in a very
If Iron isn't taking the cigar, she takes that too with her magic
Silver smiles back in his natural, pleased look. He closes his lighter with a *clink*
. "No problem."
Iron is slightly concerned over her need of cigarettes
(Maybe she relies on them?)
Nevertheless, his interest lies elsewhere
"What friends do you have out there?"
But the town is somewhat populated?>>117400
no. There are ponies around, yes. Not very many. The presence of things like trucks - looks like a version made for, or the same as an army logistics truck - it looks to be reasonably populated>>117431
She smiles again back to Silver, now in a more generally happy way>>117432
She looks at Iron suspiciously. Defensively, even at Iron's look of concern relating to an alleged and completely unproven "need"
"In this area? Not many. It's hard to make friends in a new location, especially in the city. But it's worth trying to meet new ponies"
>>117434Chill out, man. He needs to find out how good smoking is before he can realize it's an entretainment activity.
Iron's eys widen.
"Oh! Are you a traveler of sorts?"
"Of sorts. I moved from Skynavia to Manehattan. And from there to Baltimare."
Iron nods approvingly
"What inspires you to travel so far?"
He looks down for a bit.
"…if it is very far. I think it is."
She nods and raises an eyebrow, then takes a puff
"Oh yes. Very far. Very far indeed. It's nothing less than necessity. Can't live in your hometown without the Talonberg family taking a five eights share of your farm. Can't live in Manehattan without the landlord taking six eighths of your income. So I'm here."
Iron stares pensively at Sands.
(It sounds like somepony that can help me.)
"So you were a farmer previously?"
Brie leans over to Fun and whispers "Wir befinden uns immer noch in einem Bienenstock und sind auf Mission für die Königin. Wie heißt sie übrigens? Wie auch immer, Sie können sich jederzeit als Veränderliche herausstellen, aber bleiben Sie vorerst als Ponys, damit sie Sie nicht als Bedrohung sehen. Nutze die Offenbarung taktisch.
Ich empfehle eine Strategie, die vorgibt, die Jungetiere seien Adlige. Hast du die? Anders als die Königin natürlich; Oh ja, du hast mir ihren Namen gesagt."
"No. My family were.">>117443
"Es gibt viele Königinnen unter der Königin der Königinnen. Ich weiß nicht, wer Sie geschickt hat, aber jeder von ihnen kann ein Urteil wegen Desertion fällen.
Ich glaube nicht, dass viele Mitglieder der Rasse die Haut eines Ponys tragen würden. Es wäre nicht vorteilhaft für sie. Sie werden überrascht sein, wenn wir es tun.">>117444No.
For a moment, Brie forgets himself and staring straight ahead, adopts an overjoyed expression. "Ich hatte gerade die beste Idee!", remembers himself, and goes back to looking the stance of a standard laborer.
Iron hums in thought.
"So you left because of how much money these ponies took from your family, not wanting to be a part of it?"
"Griffins. A lot of ponies left because they didn't like the culture shock, or the reduced autonomy, or the collectivization">>117446
Some eyes watch the creatures as they go forward, towards the second, lower center of town, to where a couple changeling guards seem to be posted. But neither is it an inordinate amount of attention. Carts must not be much out of the ordinary
How be Meadows? And Ruby?
Ruby is looking outside of the window
"Well this isn't Whinnyapolis. Where is the State Fair?"
Meadows is standing up, and stretching out, still looking fatigued
Brie responds "Das ist mein Punkt. Niemand wird denken, dass Sie Wechselbalg in Pony-Verkleidung sind. Wir sind hier, um diese Firma zu untersuchen, und alle Streiche, die wir spielen können, sind auf dem Tisch. Lassen Sie uns beim Gemischtwarenladen anhalten."
Iron's mind realizes something.
"Wait, you came from across the endless waters?"
Onyx looks a bit nervous
"We've… Got a bit of a detour before that."
Midnight does her best to help the mare as she can
"Gently now Meadows, don't strain yourself"
Silver solemnly nods, knowing the pain of what collectivization and communism can bring.
She nods. Up and down repeatedly
"The long way">>117451
Stepping into the grocer shows a set of rows of items of food. The grocery is pleasantly well stocked with a variety of food, including cheese, milk, a few items of vegetables, and bread produced in an attached bakery. There are no processed foods nor more complex baked goods,, though there is a small amount of beat sugar behind the counter. Everything seems to be locally sourced. There is a distinct lack of any tropical fruit, be it mangos or kiwis, and of any kind of food that would need to travel more than 100 miles.>>117453
He looks disappointed
"I wanted to ride the tilt-a-whirl..">>117454
Loputu nods as well, slowly and solemnly
"Oh, I've strained myself plenty when I was younger. I can handle it."
Onyx pats the colt's back
"Don't worry, I'll get you there.">>117456
"Well, I do not want you injuring yourself more. So be gentle."
Iron pondered for a few seconds
"How did you do it?"
Hold on one sec, he's not going in QUITE yet. After removing the harness, Brie steps back to the cart. Opening the door to the cart, Brie pokes his head in.
"We've been sent on a spying mission. We're to investigate a company for crimes against the Queen. I recommend we kidnap the main Overseer." Brie says with a beaming smile.
Dark Star Joins in their nod
Small colt Brie forgets the name of: "… This is a strange game you're playin'">>117458
She takes another puff
"At the time, the Equestrian government was subsidizing tickets to ferry us to Manehattan, Sunset, and Baltimare"
She breathes out
"So we took ships. Came as whole families mostly"
Loputu walks up to listen in on this conversation>>117457
Um… see >>117459
she tries walking forward again
Ruby is happy again. Until Brie speaks
Brie smiles at the colt. "I'm sure you'll be fine waiting in the cart. It should only take a few moments."
The colt goes back to doing what he was doing before, which seems to be playing tic tac toe with Wesley using a pencil and his notepad, while Kerr stares silently from a corner and Seb sleeps
"Oh, this oughta be great."
Onyx turns to Ruby
"Stay in the cart unless it would more dangerous to stay than leave"
He then jumps out himself>>117461
Midnight supports the mare, humming a quiet tune.
"We're not there yet, we need to stop and gather a bit of information first."
"So that is how most Skynavians came to live here. That must have been back when Canterlot would actually do things like that to help ponies in need."
Iron thinks where this is going.
"…did you come with your family here?"
"Oh, I almost forgot." Brie turns to Wesley and Kerr. "Wir wurden auf eine Spionagemission geschickt. Wir sollen eine Firma wegen Verbrechen gegen die Königin untersuchen. Ich empfehle, den Hauptaufseher zu kidnappen." he reiterates, with the same joyous tone.
"Hmmmm, lemme know if I can be of use then."
Brie blinks at him a couple times. "Well I am
going to need your help taking him. Unless I can get him alone, and even if I can, there may be guards of one type or another. And if we have to leave in a hurry, you and I will probably have to pull the cart."
They’ve been better
That sucks to hear, man. Hope they get better.
*is comforted by the floofster*>>117469
Wesley: “ Das ist ein … das ist etwas Neues”
Kerr: “ Eine Königin! Was für eine Ehre!”>>117468
“No. My mother wanted to stay there with her mother, and she wanted to stay on the farm. But they wanted me to leave, and to see if taking them later.”>>117467
Loputu walks over, with a gait most like a fearful and submissive dog. Nevertheless, he answers
“Many stayed. Many went to Bakara. But we came to Equestria. Equestria was something of a fairy tail land to us. Magical guardians, friendship and harmony, wages in a day what would be made in a week back home. Equestria had just defeated it’s own version of Marksism, and was helping those flee from it elsewhere”>>117465
Ruby: “Well uh, okay”
Meadows walks out now, or tries to
Iron ponders for a second.
He looks at her for a second, from horn to hoof
"What sort of skills do you have?"
"I suppose when you put it that way, I can see why Equestria would seem like…fairy tail land, as you say. It is difficult to see it that way when you have lived in Equestria all your life."
"Well, it is good that you are walking better now."
Midnight helps her along.>>117471
"Sounds good…. I think."
Fairly thin and dainty, a snow white with long haired fur
“Skills?! What do you mean?”
It’s pretty obvious she thinks this is a weird question, or at least, a weird way to phrase it>>117482
He nods, then lowers his head as he continues nodding>>117483
They enter out into the hallway. While Meadows isn’t too tall for it, she takes up much of it
>>117484insert black couch here
Iron chuckles at her surprise, before inhaling a little, calming himself down.
"You did travel very far and possibly without much spending money. A pony who can do that must have something to offer in order to sustain themselves. Have you picked up some manual labor jobs along the way, like Khoi?"
Brie smiles again at the 'Lings. He then grabs his suit and cloak, puts them on, and pats himself down for money. I think he's still got like 40 bits on him, that should be enough. He then looks at Onyx>>117483
"I'm still working on a plan to get close to him and try to get him alone, but that's fine. We won't be there for another 20-30 minutes. First we need som rope!" and as he says rope, he flares his eyes and eyebrows, putting a bit of adventurous anticipation in his expression. He is of course, still smiling. Without a sense motive check, it is clear that he is famously enjoying himself.
enters the general store.
"Meadows, I hope you do not mind me asking… But what is a… Rack-shash-a?">>117486
Onyx shakes his head, wondering what the buck he's gotten himself into this time.
Silver trots up to him, and puts a hoof on his shoulder. "But together, perhaps we all can help to make that fairy tale land reality."
Brie looks for provisions. Specifically, he's looking for sturdy rope, the sort that could be used to bound a captive, a black bag that will fit over a head, and anything that could be used as a gag.
And thus he sees the scene described earlier, a set of food items that is at once disappointing and better than it could have been>>117487
Her face now almost has an expression of fear
“Terrible creatures. They trick you into thinking they are one of your loved ones, then they eat you”>>117488
He blinks, and looks up at Silver
Trash bag, cloth, and indeed rope
“Oh… you are asking about my job… Well, now I am helping to take care of the elderly in the ghetto. Skynavian life is a little different, a little more communal. So care for the elderly is more of a collective thing that a family thing, or than a business”
I'm hoping that its a fabric bag, that one could breathe through. Assuming it is, Brie purchases all three.
"By working together, and putting aside our differences to work towards something greater than any of us. By following example set by those that founded Equestria. It will not fix everything overnight, no, but only together can we right these wrongs, and fix what has been broken in this land and its people."
Iron ponders it a little bit.
"So your skills are related to taking care of ponies."
He mulls it over for a bit.
"Why would they want to nab a pony who does that?" he wonders to himself out loud.
Midnight's eyes widen a bit, and she can't quite hide the fear in them.
"You mean… They change form?"
Silver interjects. "They do not care what one did before they were captured. As long as they are fit for manual labor, or…other 'things', they will take them." He speaks 'things' with a particularly disgusted, reviled tone.
Eh, fabric seed bag. This may require going to a separate shop. Possible all the same
When Brie places his money on the counter, the clerk looks at the money, then looks at Brie, somewhere between confusion and suspicion. He takes the money, then writes in a notebook>>117494
“Yes, my cutie mark is in service. In Manehattan I was a waiter. I’ve tried to get a receptionist job here but they are not easy to get, and the locals expect me to help them there.
I have no idea what these… creatures are thinking about except money. It is beyond me”>>117495
“In some tales they shapeshift. In others it is an illusion. All the same, they trick you, and prey upon your trust.”>>117496
She joins in
“They find a division of labor later…”
Iron turns to Silver.
"I would agree with you, but I find it far more plausible they trick ponies into their hold, then restrian them. Jubilosa and Khoi got tricked into a ship to another country, while Loputu was a colt without any really powerful connections to dissuade capture."
He mulls over the thing that's bothering him.
"I do not understand why they would try to kidnap a pony who had a job here, which could raise suspicion of their activities.">>117497
But after hearing Sands' current predicament of no job until now he nods.
He ponders for a second, interested.
"A waiter, you say?"
(I may have some use for that.)
"I see… Shall we look for the others then?"
Brie notes the notation, but pays it no mind. With his new acquisitions he returns to the cart, places them inside, removes his suit and places it inside, and returns to the front of the cart to re-harness.
The guards who were seen further along, were they ponies or changelings?
She looks more than a little offended at the suggestion that caring for the elderly is “not a job,” but she answers anyways
“Yes. In a fancy restaurant in Manehattan in the center town. I was inexperienced, but they thought I was pretty enough.”>>117499
She looks around the hallway
“Is that not them right here?”
She looks worried
“What am I seeing then…”
“We’re right fucking here Midnight”>>117500
The guards in the second town center - there are indeed two of them - are changelings, around what looks like a small police station and a three story building marked as the offices of the Marion mining company
Rood, I didn't know that.
Iron simply looks at her.
"How inexperienced are we talking about?"
“It was my first, paying job”
"You did not have any accidents of any sort, did you?"
|Rolled 8 + 5|
He mostly means physicial accidents, like tripping while carrying food around or spilling the contents out.
“Maybe once or twice or three times…”
Iron smacks his lips with uncertainty
(A social pony, probably good on negotiations. There may be some use for her… just not that I can think of currently. Hopefully I can keep her around. Just not as a waitress, from what I hear.)
He decides to give her a long stroke of her mane, checking his combing progress.
Midnight jumps, before glaring at Skies
"I did not notice you. Am I to assume you already know about the changelings?"
She likes the combing, closing her eyes. The end of a hoof is a bit unwieldy for removing tangles, but he is getting done out of the hair. The remains of tattered braids are still there.
"Yes, Meadows here calls them by a different name, but they fit the description. We need to be wary"
He inspects the tattered braids closer as his hooves undo the unicorn's hair tangles.
It seems she once had her hair in braids kept together with ties. Those braids have since dissipated and come undone, with no ties remaining, nor the hair particularly cared for >>117514
I should clarify. Parking the car in an area near the offices, but with the door to the cart facing away from the office.
"Yes, this may make things harder."
A guard looks at the strange ponies going in. Others pay him no mind. A different pony, a blue Pegasus in winter clothing, simply walks by. The walls are a light blue color, and there is a dark wood receptionist desk with a yellow female earth pony sitting in it over to the left, and a hallway back>>117521
“Is this whole thing a Changeling operation?!?!?”
"I am not sure, but there are changelings around. I would recommend we all stay within sight of eachother now."
Yeesh! I'm not going in yet!
Iron decides to try his best in clearing those remains, in order to attain a smoother hair.
Once the cart is parked, Brie grabs Fun and goes back to the cart where he grabs (again) his suit (and puts it on, complete with the cload). Then opening the door Brie addresses Onyx and Sparks. "Alright gentlecolts, its game time! Here's the plan. We're a bunch of shady mercenaries who operate on behalf of the queen. We've intercepted someone in their organization who is trying to rat them all out for corruption and imbezzlement. That part will be played by Fun here!" He pats Fun on both shoulders. "We bring him in and demand to talk to the Overseer, using him and our identifications as leverage. Then, we knock the Overseer, one 'Steel Otis' out and replace him with Fun. Fun takes his appearance, and escorts us out of the facility, we all get into the cart, and then leave!" Brie exclaims (not too loudly of course).
"That's…. I…. What. We're foalnapping someone?"
Onyx groans and grabs his halberd.
"Coltnapping would be the correct term, but yes." Brie says. "The queen wants us to find out the extent of corruption in the organization. I can think of no better way to determine that than by kidnapping him and either torturing him ourselves or handing him over. I mean, the whole point of this mission is to determine the fault and make sure that the problem is rectified. I can think of few better ways to do it,… though I'm open to suggestions."
Onyx raises an eyebrow
"The queen… As in Queen Chrysalis? Are you telling me this mission is for Queen Chrysalis?"
"Heavens no, the queen who presides over the home of these two." Brie says, indicating Wesley and Kerr.
Her hair is shortly straightened out. She has a long, light red mane of fine hair >>117524
“Well this could effect a lot of things… what exactly is going on here?”>>117528
Fun is more than a little concerned
“Was genau muss ich tun?”
"And…. Isn't that Queen Chrysalis?"
Onyx looks like he's about to burst a blood vessel.>>117533
"I am not quite sure, but as far as I can tell Meadows was attacked by a changeling and left in a cocoon."
Technically, I haven't told Fun yet,… but I'll roll with it.
"Erstens müssen Sie so tun, als wären Sie ein Gefangener. Wir werden deinen Kopf mit einer Tasche bedecken und dir die Hufe binden. Keine Sorge, das ist nur eine Ablenkung. Sobald wir drinnen sind, müssen wir vielleicht ein paar Ponys sinnlos schlagen. Ihre Hilfe wird dabei wertvoll sein. Sobald sie geschlagen sind und wir unseren echten Steinbruch haben, müssen Sie sein Aussehen annehmen und uns dann "aus dem Gebäude begleiten".">>117534
"No. Apparently there's a bunch of them. Regional directors or some such." Brie says as though its a silly idea.
He makes sure to comb all of those annoying little tangles as his focus is set on the luscious light red mane.
(This will surely make her head clear for the combat later… not to mention it is so
soft to the touch.)
Brie looks at Sparks and Onyx. "Both of you will enter with me, don't worry we have identification, and will be primary in beating faces should that be necessary. It probably will, but we might get lucky. Isn't this fun?" He exclaims, entirely disproportionate to the situation.
She’s still clearly a pony, but her mane and especially coat have a real different to them. The hair is longer, fluffier even, and more gifts around the legs and ears. Her coat is softer to pet than Cauldron’s - Cauldron has short hairs, and they are more coarse. These are long and nearly fluffy. Her mane flows down, and is less stiff than that of the zebra, which is able to stand straight up where short enough.
Her mane is kept long, but strangely fine. Irons hooves can only take out so many tangles>>117535
“Oh…. o… okay”
“Are any of the other prisoners like that?”
"Hmph, fine. Lead the way">>117539
"I am unsure, Meadows is the only one I have really talked to. Where are the rest?"
"Ach komm schon, es wird lustig! Ha! DU BIST SPASS! Das ist lustig! Aber ja, es sollte eine gute Zeit sein!" Brie pats his shoulder jovially.
Iron's tongue lightly comes out as his attempts to straighten her mane out are becoming futile.
(Damn. This is a losing battle.)
He decides to give her a soft, short stroke on her barrel, to signal his work is as done as he can get and recedes with his stroking with a small pout on his face.
Fun is unsettled, but nods his head>>117540
“Right here. Like, you’re already here.”
“Hehehe, you need a brush?”
Iron looks to the ground with a blush present in his face, still pouting.
“Hehe, why don’t you look around for something long and slender. I don’t have anything, but maybe your mates do”
>>117546Using a penis as a comb when?
Iron's blush increases in intensity at her wording, making him cough lightly, both from surprise and the remnants of smoke in his lungs.
He decides to walk over to Skies, with his everpresent blush.
"Do you by any chance have a brush on you?"
Yes, because I totally knew everypony didn't just run off.>>117547>>117548
Can we get some combat before you two start fucking down some mares?
Call up Dark Star.
Skies is wide eyed in surprise to see and hear this request from Iron
She looks through a small pack
“Uh… I have a pick. Don’t lose it”
I'm down with that.
Iron takes the pick, returning to Sands, then tries using it on her mane gently and slowly, hoping it doesn't hurt or bother her.
The hair is thick enough that it cannot harm her. This seems successful, taking out the tangles that his hoof cannot
With newfound confidence, he undoes the evil, anarchic
tangles with his weapon of hair order
(Winning this battle is a certainty.)
He smiles to himself.
+2 against tangles
Slowly it is evened out, and laid straight. Her red hair is long, and rests upon her neck, head and back, flowing over
With a huge smile on his face, he pats Sands' back in reassurance.
"It is done. The menacing tangles have been taken out."
Followed by puffing his chest.Alright. I think it's combat time.We can always tame the tail later~
She nods, and smiles
Iron sits proudly next to her, closing his eyes with a big grin and looking slightly up.
"I am eager to please."
Did everyone die?
I'm kinda hoping Star shows up so we can move on.
Otherwise, I might as well comb Sands' tail.
Dangit, goiz! Don't spoil our deaths! That's supposed to be a seekrit!
Um…. you all can still declare actions
I think Iron and I are waiting on Dark Star, but we're pretty well ready to proceed, free some prisoners, and take on some griffons.
What the floof said
>>117569I had hoped Dark Star would've come by now,
but if I have all this time…
Iron glances back at Sands' tail to see if it needs some combing as well.
"Alright, places everypony,… er bug,… whatever." To Sparks and Onyx, Brie says "Remember, we're disreputable mercenaries." Then to Fun "Tut mir leid, aber es ist unsere beste Option. Ihnen wird kein bleibender Schaden zugefügt."
When Fun is ready, Brie places the bag over his head. He cuts a small piece of rope to bind Fun's forehooves, and then places the rope around Fun's neck like a leash. Checking Fun's appearance briefly he says. "Alright, let's proceed inside.!"
As they're leaving, as an afterthought, Brie looks over to Ruby. "We'll explain more when we get back." and with a wink, turns toward the office.
Onyx sighs and turns to Ruby as he slings his halberd over his shoulder.
"Be good, and I promise we'll be back soon…."
He turns to follow Brie but says over his shoulder
"Um… Sorry about all this"
He then quickly follows
"Er… I'll try my best."
Brie whispers "Hopefully it will just be a simple snatch and grab, or perhaps a modest beat-down, but don't hesitate to get creative!"
Fun looks like a dark brown earth pony>>117572
A few tangles, yes
"Hello my good mare. We are here to see Mr. Otis."
Iron pokes Sands, then points to her tail, followed by moving the pick in a combing motion.
With a bag over his face
Okay, is Brie going into the administrative offices with a brown Earth Pony that has a bag over his head?>>117580
Flanked by Onyx and Sparks, yes
Iron, albeit with a small blush when realizing what he just asked to do, simply presses on with a determined look, placing the comb from the dock of her tail to the tip, wanting to take out those mean tangles that dare cause chaos against the mare's otherwise orderly look.
He inhales a bit.
"Do you usually comb your mane?"
Right behind you.
The receptionist blinks at him>>117585
She reacts, and raises the tail slightly
"Yes, I do"
"I'll just make my way inside then. This isn't a 'scheduled' meeting, but I daresay he will want to see us right away."
God dammit[ 1d20+7 = 24 ]
I probably should have mentioned that by "making way inside" he was turning to go in (wherever in is, I'm sure there's doors). Seems kind of crass after the roll, but that was his intention regardless.
Iron can't help but sweat a little from the reaction, moving the pick up and down along her silk strands with tentative strokes.
His blush at how he's acting only gets stronger as his hooves get closer to touching the sacred no-no before every brush
"I heard you like movies. What are those?"
"He's…. out doing field work. Probably in the South Mine…">>117591
"Moving images displayed on a screen. They even have sound now"
"Surely he will be back before too long. I can't imagine he has more to busy himself than with,… well overseeing."
Iron's stress levels die down after catching an actual topic worth discussing over while the tail combing continues, making him forget slightly the action he's doing. In fact, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Really? You mean moving pictures? What kind of magic is that?"
"…. He will be out at least a few hours…">>117594
"Hehehe. Lighting Film. But it really is magical in its own sort of way"
Sands could swear Iron's eyes just sparkled.
What did you see done with it so far?"
"I see. You'll have to excuse me as - though it weren't obvious already - I'm not from around here. Is there an Inn or some such locale that I can wait for him at in the area?"
She giggles again, holding a hoof to her mouth
"Well, have you heard of Gone with the Whinny?">>117597
She stares at him blank faced
"… Is…. I'm guessing it's not urgent? If it's urgent you can just walk to the South Mine and meet him. It's very close, less than a mile away. Would you like to talk to someone else maybe? His first assistant? Maybe Security?"
"No, this matter demands I speak to him directly. Though since you mention, what is your impression of his first assistant?"
"Would you like me to start out to the mine? I have nothing better to do yet."
Iron stares at Sands blankly, not even attempting to remember if he had heard of it, followed by a shake of the head but with renewed interest.
"Tell me about it!" he chirps out.
“… Are you with the PLF?”>>117602
Do I gotta describe a whole movie plot?
Brie smiles as though she has just said something she might not have wanted to. "If I were, I would have the good sense not to admit to it, wouldn't I?"
Bluff [ 1d20+7 = 26 ]>>117601
"You're right, we have other matters to attend to."
Back to the Yellow-mare "Thank you for your discretion. We'll try the mine then."
Hot damn, my rolls are ON tonight
I do not understand the bluff
It was a bluff to imply that yes he is part of the PLA, but is shrewd enough to not admit to it.
Alright. So he ends leaves…. presumably
Ya don't have to, ya goose.
Say the main themes of it.
Yes, they leave the office and head back toward the cart, undoing Fun's binds and bag and such, Brie removing his suit and cloak, stashing it in the cart, and then resuming the lead.
"Change in plan I assume?"
"What kind of bureaucrat isn't
sitting in a comfy office? Absurd! Still, we know the PLA has their hoof in whatever is going on here. Same plan, different location."
And so they presumably leave, heading onwards along the sane path
Oh heavens no, but along the path yes.
Sanity left this group long ago>>117614
Heyo. Wanna fight it up against the griffs?
Yes, lets do it. its furnace time.
Looks like everyone from all gangs are here.
Silver! Get your butt moving and ready up your rump for more bullets!
They go onwards. A guard stares them down as they move, but does not act. They go onwards, past cookie cutter buildings, past a railroad track, and through a set of woods. The trees are not even a hundred yards thick before a clearing. This clearing leads out into what could be thought of as a stunning sight
Beneath and before them lies a huge black pit of rock and ore, with valleys all of its own, spanning hundreds of acres and possibly more than a square mile. 100 feet deep (deeper?) at parts and spanning, though perhaps not to the horizon, certainly a fine distance. Inside are dozens of diesel trucks with steel beds, ponies hauling carts, and steam shovels. With magic, diesel, probably explosives, steam and sheer horsepower, they rend the earth and move it likely towards the left side of the mine.
On the mine’s left side is the sand railway line, with a long train with dozens of open cars, and a steam locomotive billowing black smoke into the air. This is next to a large facility that must crush, sort, and clean ore, at the edge of the nine. Below, inside the mind, are a set of trailers and a few more ponies. Elsewhere are what seems to be pumps.
Toward the trailers I think, though others are welcome to interject.
Nah, towards the trailers seems smartest to me
They go down, past a noisy facility, and down a slope where stallions pull carts up the slope, and make way for a diesel truck. There are three trailers down the slope at the bottom of the pit
I probably should have clarified earlier, but when you say trailers, can you be more specific? I mean are we talking mobile building trailers? Empty hauling trailers? Redneck RV trailers? Breaking Bad trailers?
For some reason it never occurred to me that not every one has been to a construction site and seen those mobile home like trailer- buildings they put offices in, or have seen the same used to hold classrooms in those schools where the population of children is far beyond that of the capacity of the permanent school buildings. I don’t know what those things are called and I can’t figure it out right now
Thats what I thought you meant, I just wanted to make sure
Ayyy, I know those things.
So… ya want to start some of that combat stuff for the remainder of the day?
Onyx turns to Brie
"I'll take the cart so you can talk."
"Alright, but don't go anywhere. Once I've figured out which one is Otis, we may have a fight on our hands. Hopefully not." Brie retrieves his suit, his cloak, and all his paperwork should he need it and then knocks on the most apparently active trailer's door.
Spark takes a look around.
Yea, sorry my power was out.
Spark sees more or less this >>117622
. Of course, he's on the inside, but it's a black, rocky pit that strecthes for perhaps a mile with steam shovels dotting it, and far beyond, some grass and pine trees.
Close to sprak are three seperate trailers. Two are lined up almost, but kind of angled inwards, and one is a bit off yet almost parallel to one of the others. There are a couple ponies who seem to be roaming around, going to the units>>117632
A gruff voice answers
"What? Just open the door"
Brie does so. "Hello? I'm looking for a Mr. Steel Otis. Is that you?"
Brie opens the door. It looks like a lavenderish colored crystal pony is the one who responded. He has his winter coat loosen up, and lazily holds a steel mug in one hoof and a cigarette in the other. Inside he sees a few ponies and one changeling - who is as unenthusiastic to return to the cold as the ponies - sitting along a set of chairs, with a table in the center, mostly with coffee and or cigarettes
"No. This is the breakroom trailer. He'll be with the forepony over in the foremare's trailer"
"Ah, my mistake. Which trailer is the Foremare's? I don't know my way around here, but I must speak with him urgently."
He points the cigarette to the right
"My thanks." Leaving the trailer, Brie wanders over to the cart. "He should be in that trailer there." He says pointing. "There's some rough looking ponies in that first trailer, so if things get hairy we're in for a bit of a brawl."
"Oh fun, this is just swell."
Onyx stands by the cart, ready to either fight or quickly leave depending on how this goes down.
"Ok… so, do you want us to help you there, or stay back here?"
"Stay here, I'm gonna try and draw him out. If you hear me scream its cuz he's beating the life out of me, but otherwise I should be able to lure him out of the trailer."
Brie goes and knocks on the indicated trailer
>inb4 there's more than one trailer in that direction
Khoi remains as she has, like a guard dog at attention by the door
A green unicorn walks by, and opens the door
"Alright, back to work. We're behind our quota already"
The crystal pony retorts
"Our machine isn't working"
"No way your shovel is down too. Do it manually if you have to, just get back to work"
Well, there are
three in total. But no, there is only one that way
"Who is it?"
Midnight's wings reach under the opposite wing and seem to wrap around something when she hears the warning, placing herself between Meadows and the door.
Through the door:
"Hello, I'm looking for a Mr. Steel Otis. I have an urgent matter that requires his attention."
"Alright, come in"
Dark Star pulls out his bow.
and aims it towards the incoming creature.
Opening the door, Brie enters the trailer.
Spot check (anything that seems useful or relevant)[ 1d20-1 = 6 ]
Iron stops his combing, standing up and expecting a fight, stuffing the pick in his clothes.
"Sands, behind me," he whispers to the unicorn.
He awaits, ready to pounce any living thing that Khoi just mentioned.
The creatures are not yet there, but down the hall
"I would've thought Kurzefeder would have got the heat back on by now. It is too cold here."
"Thing must really be down if he still hasn't got it back up"
"I hope he didn't take extra time with that sicameonese girl"
"And where are those other captives? The gnolls should've brought them up by now"
are with the girl"
"Whatever, we'll get them ourselves">>117652
Desk to the left. Blue unicorn mare. Board over to the right with papers pinned to it. What is useful?
"Mr… Otis?" Brie asks, slightly off-put by the scene.
He decides to await these griffs in the storage room, at the door, ready to pounce them the moment he hears they're in front of the door.
Can i ready an action?
"I am the forepony's secretary">>117656>>117657
If Dark Star and Iron are taking their sweet time, so are the griffins. They enter a different room down the hall
"I see. I was told that I could find him here. Or was he the green unicorn whom I just passed outside?"
"That may have been the forepony. Steel Otis is here"
Iron decides it's a good idea that because they've entered a room further down the hall, he should be able to get to that room and be ready to ambush them faster.
Therefore, he tells this plan to the others.
A pair of Changelings walk up towards the third trailer from outside
"Perhaps I'm missing something, it appears to be just you and me."
Dark Star nods
"Right behind you."
Sleight of hand, frogging a throwing knife[ 1d20+9 = 22 ]
Midnight nods and pulls out two shortswords from under her wings
"Here we go">>117662
Onyx watches, trying not to make his staring obvious
"Well… that's probably trouble. Let's go talk to them."
Spark heads toward the changelings.
He is. There is another set of rooms off to the right, and a little hallway>>117665
They move in, and stand besides the door
Ah, my bad. "Thank you young mare." Brie smiles and proceeds toward the other set of rooms.
There are two of them. The black creatures are drones, wearing white, including a white fuzzy hat. It's a bit of a contrast because almost all of the ones they have met so far wore a grey uniform. They are obviously guards or other security staff. One looks at the door, the other back at Spark>>117669
The little hallway has a room off to the right, another door past that, and a door at the end
"After you Spark"
Onyx will follow the unicorn, while trying to look intimidating.
With a nod, he beckons the group forwards as he moves himself to the room the griffons had just entered.
(Hopefully they are distracted enough.)
Poking his head back toward the unicorn mare, Brie asks "Uhm, which room am I looking for?"
"The main office is in the back"
"Thanks again." Brie smiles and heads toward the back office and knocks three times on the door.
Spark addresses the changelings.
"Hello there. I must say, it is a bit cold out here. Why don't you two head the the break room for a bit and warm up. We got this shift covered."
"Who is it?" Answers the voice>>117676Glares
"Hello sir, my name is Brie and I have an urgent matter that requires your attention. May I have a word?"
Dark Star follows
"Sure. Come on in"
The paladin pony pursues
Entering the room, Brie takes a quick glance around and then settles his gaze on Otis(?).
|Rolled 17 + 3|
"What? Surely you aren't new here. You have seen the boss do some deals, right? I hear the trade this time is with a bat. Now, you didn't hear that from me. As you know, bats are a bit jittery and so while he is here, we got this shift."
A wooden desk that is fancier than the construct of most of the room kind of to the left, a grey earth pony behind that, a white unicorn stallion standing over to the side wearing a white fur jacket and cap, a window behind with the blinds down, and over to the right as well, a clock on the wall off to the left, and so forth>>117681>>117679>>117672
And so I guess they go to stand outside the boiler room
Iron peeks into the room, trying to see the griffons inside it.
He is confused
"We are here to deal with a threat from partisans. This is no 'shift'"
Then he says
"Let me get confirmation from the boss"
"Mr. Otis?" Brie says looking at both ponies.
"And interupt the deal? I'm afaid that is a death sentence. Do you have permission from him to interupt such a thing? Not even I am supposed to. I can't even begin to think of what they would do to you if you come barging in and see something you aren't supposed to."
"You're the one from the main office, aren't you?">>117688
Now he's definitely weirded out
As if to emphasize Spark's point, Onyx moves his halberd from resting on his shoulder to hiding it at attention, still staring straight ahead.
The other one blinks
"Let me guess. You two are with the PLF?"
"Quite. I'll cut to the chase. You have a mole in your operation."
Bluff[ 1d20+7 = 15 ]
Okay, Ive completely misinterpreted the map.
The one doorway there does not lead into the hall. It leads into the boiler room and not a hallway. And the griffins entered the boiler room>>117692
"… A mole?"
"Look, I get the feeling you are new to this. Just relax. They will do their thing, and if all goes well, we all might get a little pay bump out of it. This is how the real world works. Sometimes you have to run a little money under the table to get things going.">>117691
"What? No. Our boss ain't with those low lifes. Not enough money in that in the slightest. Trust me, we are in a get in, get out kind of business. Public recognition of that level gets in the way of such things."
They look confused as all hell. But their weapons go to an at ease position
"Indeed. Your arrangement with the PLA, well I wouldn't say its common knowledge yet
, and it can very easily remain that way if you prefer. For example. My men and I have the mole in custody."
Post should still apply. Add boiler in front of room.
There are indeed griffins in there, inspecting equipment and such>>117685>>117690>>117679
"The boiler is off"
"And the valves are turned off"
"What the hell is going on?"
"Just turn it back on, get it working. I'm wondering if the damned knolls are on strike, or if Hans and Kurve were running some kind of test">>117697
"I don't have
an arrangement with the PLF"
His eyes dart nervously to the Unicorn to his left
Sense motive[ 1d20-1 = 19 ]
Use the real dice, the email dice, so we can actually see the dice
He seems to be telling the truth. Further more, he feels the need to convince the pony standing next to him of the truth of that statement
Iron stares at the griffons pensively until he gets an idea, turning to Skies and Sands.
"Can any of you two attract these griffons back here? It should make it easier to overwhelm them," he whispers to the two mares.
>>117702>it doesn't show the dice I used in the brackets
But if I use the email dice I'll die! ._.
>>117703I would think Skies and Jubilosa would be a better pair
"Uh, I guess we could"
"what did you have in mind?"
"I suspected that you didn't." Brie looks to the other pony, a bit of edge in his gaze, while still talking to Otis. "It seems someone in this organization has been,… taking liberties shall we say. This has attracted unwanted attention. Mine."
>>117705>>117706Actually that makes sense. You're right.
Looking at Sands, he shakes his head, turning to Jubilosa.
"Nevermind, two griffons should attract them easily, since they trust their kind," he whispers. "Lure them closer so the melee troops can strike easier and keep our presence hidden."
"Sounds like an alright plan to me."
The two griffins peak their heads through the door
"What are you doing out?"
"Who are you?"
"No grif should be there"
Well, they are coming alright>>117707
"Who are you?
He asks, confused and worried
"I already told you, my name is Brie. And I'm here to collect the head of the pony(ies) responsible for making deals with the PLA." he says calmly.
Iron readies his hooves for a strike the moment he's able to reach them in a 30ft radius.
"Ready up, melee troopers, and follow my lead">>117709
He glances at Dark Star
"Fire your bow when they are at striking distance from the melee troopers."Should be 30ft on all of them.
"You needn't worry, I believe you when you confess no knowledge of it. Your associate there however has been rather quiet."
"i had planned on it."
He moves about 15 ft away
He places his hooves on the table and leans up
"Well I'm not the one doing it!"
He calms down slightly, and leans back in his seat
"And I don't know who it is…"
Ready move. If the unicorn attempts to escape, he's getting stuck.
And one of them comes into the doorway
|Rolled 20 + 5|
Dark Star lets his arrow go
Iron sees the signal of somegriff approach from Dark Star, taking the opportunity to charge at the one griffon courteous to come out of the boiler room into an arrow, charging at him with reckless abandon. Fully powered attack, hopefully in a good spot to tickle the griffon in just the right way into unconsciousness.[ 1d20+8 = 9 ]
<Here comes punchy time.
It proceeds forward, hits him in the head, shocks him with pink magic, and causes the lower part of his body to keep moving forward as his head moves backward, knocking him on his back in a glorious fashion>>117722
And… right into the wall, hurting Iron's bone, and knocking him prone
The White Unicorn simply stands there, silently
"What I don't get" Brie continues, nonchalantly "Is what the PLA needs mining equipment for. Smuggled ore, that's easy to account for, but equipment? And further," his gaze never wavering from the unicorn "how is it that the secretary at the main office knows, but you don't Mr. Otis. I'm not blaming you, just wondering aloud how extensive this scheme is. I mean, I don't technically need EVERYPONY'S head, just one and an explanation will do."
>>117726Ow my bone. Definitely not gonna impress anybody like that.
Iron groggily stands up for this turn's duration.
(I cannot believe you have done this, wall.)
"She told me that a guy ccame in with another pony with a bag on his head looking for me. Logical conclusion, it's PLA looking to kidnap me or something"
Then he looks down
"They don't always steal the equipment. Sometimes its broken. Sabotaged I think. Sometimes it's missing workers. We think they are joining the PLA"
|Rolled 2 - 1|
Oh yeah, there’s something more here
"So you're telling me that they're stealing from and sabotaging the company, but you have nothing to do with it. But their activity is enough that the lady at the office knows about it, to the point where she'd offer it to a random pony who shows up with a prisoner in tow. Is that what you're telling me?"
|Rolled 4, 2 + 2 = 8|
"Literally everyone knows about the PLA, and she wasn't offering anything. She's asking the guy who has another guy with a bag over his head if he is a terrorist. That's a normal assumption, alongside 'bank robber,' and it wasn't a bank."
|Rolled 9 - 1|
|Rolled 13 + 5|
Blue Skies shoots as well
Brie sighs and rubs his temple. "Show me."
Blue Skies hits the griffin, and Dark Star's magic bow takes effect
The griffin is out, but the other griffins are alerted to the trap>>117738
"Show you that you looked like a PLF member?"
"No, that's absurd. How many PLA members have such a fetching suit? I'm talking about the equipment. Show me."
"Oh that. The foreman told me of another shovel in the northern lot, if you'd leave to go see it">>117741
And that is his action for the second turn
Midnight disappeared as well now…
"A shovel. A shovel
. I don't think you understand. I'm not leaving here unless I'm dragging somepony behind me. As far as I can tell its you," referring to the unicorn, "unless you have something more pertinent to tell/show me. If so, now is the time."
Do you think we should hold for now?
Yes. Dark Star and Blue Skies downed one griffin, and now the others are alerted to their location and not too thrilled to go in>>117744
"Yes. The steam shovels are being damaged. I don't think it's normal wear and tear. Oil lines ripped and everything"
The Unicorn, standing silently, twists his mouth and looks back to Brie with distaste
Roger. I'll withhold future actions until the Floof and The batter to come.
"Very well. Show me
" Brie reiterates with more intensity.
He gets up, and starts to walk out of the room
Brie allows him to lead the way
Taking a cue from others, this is probably a good point to stop for the night
Of course, the moment Dark Star gets back is the moment I pass out…
I don't believe you, I think you're there.
Can't believe I went to bed so late.
Anyways, here is me.
Mehybeh, I'm still waiting to see. But I should be.
I'll be available for a couple more hours, then I'll be on again around 7.
I'll be on toward the evening
Okay, we can proceed with something if enough players are online
Two questions: what's the order of combat (if there is one), and are we aiming to capture or kill?
No order as of yet, but Dark Star shot his bow first, followed by Iron slamming against a wall from bad rolls and then Skies shot an arrow, too, I think.
Midnight hasn't attacked so far.
Capture is preferrable, but from how the griffs can never talk after getting punched so hard they become unresponsive, I dunno if they can be useful unless the last griff surrenders anyways.
There is not quite an “order.”
There was more than one griffin that came into the boiler room, concerned about the lack of heat, the “lazy” maintenance team, and the gnolls evidently not doing a required job. Iron had Jubilosa and Blue Shekels come and lure the griffins into the hallway all of the creatures are in (which leads from a door in the boiler room). One griffin came through. Dark Star, with his chad email dice, scored a 20 and knocked down that griffin with blue skies following up his attack. Iron, with his virgin in line dice, scored a 1 and hurt himself on a wall.
I’m not going to tell you capture or kill
Is the griff knocked out? Or should Silver treat him with a pommel to the face?>>117780
Heil, Edgy Boi!
But there's two more inside the boiler room.
Surprise round is over, and each group is in their respective rooms >>117781
I mean, Silver can always give that double tap he was going to give to Zwolf to the downed griffin>>117780
Hello. That’s a super cute poner
I'll use this moment to rush into the room and get shot by the other two griffons, with the shield hopefully granting me more than just 10 AC.
Hopefully the other melee troops follow.They better shoot me and not any of the prisoners.
You already declared your next action after the surprise round: standing up
"Это снова мы…it was probably not best idea to send in griffin they were talking about." He drags the griffin away from the door to tie him up.
Okay, just to be clear: the remaining griffins are inside of a big room with plenty of pipes and such in it. The party is in a hallway that connects to a doorway in the very corner of the griffin room. There is not really a line of sight between the two. The griffins know there is an ambush waiting in the other room, and so are not enthusiastic to charge in
So Silver quickly drags the griffin away from the door
Do paladins get surprise rounds?
Only if you shoot first
What, am I Han Solo now?
Is it possible for Midnight to get in an attack or should I wait for the normal round?
Well, now there are no enemies in line of sight
Then Midnight bides her time.
I never left, I’m just waiting.
Eeees in EEEEEE
I'm waiting for someone to decide to go in so Silver can go in with them.
Midnight would follow if Silver leads.
Okay, So the Northern Posse can walk out to the broken shovel if they like.
And the griffins do not walk into the trap a second time
Well, I suppose Silver is the first to cautiously enter the room, sword at the ready.
Midnight cautiously follows, her shortsword and dagger held at the ready.
I can't. Still standing up n shiet
Does that mean the unicorn isn’t breaking for escape? Alas
“The hell was that?”
“He just got shot…”
“Either some of the captives broke free, or an incursion by the gangs”
“What do we do now?”
“See if they come out, and get help”
“Good. No way I am going in there”>>117822
Why would he run to escape?
Iron seems to have gotten in the boiler room.>>117823
Can Iron see where these griffs are now?
|Rolled 10 + 5|
|Rolled 13 + 5|
Midnight should probably be in first since she was the only one not doing something else. Silver and Iron, who took actions before, should follow.
I’m thinking roll initiative. The griffins get home field advantage
Wew, that's a lot of good rolls.
18 15 18?
Alrighty. Let's roll back[ 1d20 = 1 ]
<The Laws of Probability dictates that Iron's ass is toast
|Rolled 15 + 4|
Chad email dice paladin
Virgin In line dice
Loose a turn: other in line dice
|Rolled 18 + 8|
>>117830dabs in superior dice rolling skills
|Rolled 4 + 8|
Midnight slashes with her shortsword and stabs with her dagger at the 1st griffon.
Because if he ran that would make my job a lot easier
He is seeing no reason to do anything except stand silently to the right of Otis
The ponies roll into the boiler room. Iron rolls a little too much maybe, as he runs into a set of pipes and trips, falling down. The Griffins are three in number and all to the left of the boiler itself, kind of evenly spaced.
Midnight and one of the griffins fun at each other, with midnight landing the first blows
I’m only granting the first one as landing at the moment
|Rolled 6 + 1|
|Rolled 11 + 5|
|Rolled 4, 16 + 4 = 24|
Midnight’d sword slashes into the breast of the griffin before her, while the second is dodged, grading the feathers of the creature. The creature strikes back, however, with a short sword of his own.
A second one charges over at Iron, who is prone on the floor
The third charges at the fluffy silver pony
1 For midnight
2. Fir Iron, who has -2 AC because he is in the pipes
3. For silver
Nice. Good thing Shield is here to save the day!
RIP Me, that's a hit
I do believe Silver is hit.
I believe Silver and Midnight are hit. Iron’s attacker fares no better with the pipes than he does
|Rolled 15 + 5|
Dark Star moves to the door frame
And shoots the griffion standing over iron
|Rolled 2, 6 = 8|
The arrow hits the griffin in his side, sending a pink shockwave >>117839
Alright, well he's supposed to be in the process of leading the way to show the industrial shovel.
Its not arbitrary that Brie is insisting either. He's got an ace up his sleeve yet.
Why would the unicorn lead?
Otis gets up, not quite eager to walk in front of Brie
Onyx is following the bat.
>>117842Power Attack: [ 1d20+4 = 9 ]
Silver intends to reciprocate his newfound slash-mark in his chest by giving one to the griffin attacking him.
Silver put his faith in the in line dice, and the in line dice failed him
The sword goes wide off to the side
Well, we ended here>>117749>>117751>>117845
We're still in the office, but just as they're not putting their back to Brie, he's keeping them in front of him.
|Rolled 2 + 7|
|Rolled 1 + 7|
Oh yeah. My turn.
Midnight glares at the griffon who just swiped her, and slashes back with her sword and dagger.
|Rolled 2 + 2|
|Rolled 14, 13 + 3 = 30|
And now, from the other room, in bursts help.
Jubilosa takes the lead, charging in with a short sword taken off of the other griffin.
Khoi follows closely, calmly charging with silver’s hammer.
Mala jumps out, wielding a scimitar in his mouth
Blue Skies rolls out with her bow, staying in the rear
Jubilosa and Blue Skies +3
Though Iron stumbled at first, he is now up and ready to fight.
Iron should roll initiative >>117848
Otis slowly gets up from his chair in what is turning out to be a very tense moment
Observe how the oppressed native rises up![ 1d20 = 17 ]
<Thankfully, Probability should help me this time.
Brie sighs. "Look, I'm quite confident that you're not telling me everything. I'm also confident that if what you weren't telling me weren't incriminating, you would just tell me. You claim that the machines were sabotaged, fine. Show me the machines. I'm not just going to start stabbing ponies without cause." he says with an exaggerated wave of his hoof (the one not holding a throwing knife). He's still looking at the Unicorn. "Show me some sabotaged equipment and I can conclude that that as well as issues with the PLA - is it PLA or PLF? I never could get that straight - are the cause for the unsatisfactory production and consumption of resources. Otherwise,…."
The order for round 2 is:
The Unicorn has the dead eyes of a mackerel
"Ahhhh, I get it. You're protecting somepony else." Brie says tapping his chin
If those are the dice rolls you want to go with…>>117856
He nods, slowly
It's what I rolled
"This other pony, let's call her Matilda. Is what Matilda is doing urgent? I mean, are lives at stake if she and 'whomever else' were to lay low for a while?"
|Rolled 8 + 5|
|Rolled 20, 11 + 4 = 35|
Midnight misses. She misses pretty well.
One of her short swords hits a pipe, and bounces out of her wing-claw
The griffins are now more than a little frightened at the small horse coming at them, but neither does a clean retreat look possible. They fight on
3. Silver >>117859
Who is Brie talking to and who is the other pony
Brie is giving a hypothetical name to the pony(ies) the unicorn is theoretically trying to protect with his silence.
Talking to the Unicorn still. Not excluding Otis, but Otis is clearly as oblivious to what is going on as Brie is, relatively speaking.
Your call: either the griffon misses Silver with that 11, or he crits with that 20.
He shakes his head>>117864
Well, the center dice is for Iron, as it was last time.
But that’s a +4 on that 11, so I’m not convinced it’s a miss>>117862
Unless she’s wearing armor it’s a hit
Wait, does a 13 on an AC of 13 hit or miss?
"We're making progress then! Come, let's look at the machines shall we?" He bounces forward and then - with a spring in his step - leaves the room, headed for the exit. "Come come!"
If attack roll >= to AC, attack roll wins.
His armor + his Dex bonus puts him over 15 AC, so it's a miss.
|Rolled 18 + 4|
It’s the first one that hits
Otis gets up to leave, and the unicorn more slowly after the two others >>117869
What armor is he wearing >>117868
Speaking of which, rolling to confirm crit on Iron
|Rolled 5, 5 = 10|
That’s been curiously absent the entire remainder of the the night…. Fine
Iron is stabbed right into the barrel, while Midnight is stabbed in the side
|Rolled 13 + 3|
Jubilosa lurches forward, and stabs at the one attacking midnight
…I thought you already knew he was wearing it.
Jubilosa strikes true
I assume that's 10 damage>>117873
Iron, for his part, grunts in pain at this griffon's well placed attack.
He retaliates with a quick jab to the griffon.[ 1d20+11 = 18 ]
<Beak? Meet hoof.
It's an unconsicousness inducing one, by the by.
|Rolled 16 + 5|
Blue Skies shoots her cross bow at the one attacking Silver >>117876
And it hits
Hitting the griffon on his chest, he unleashes native hoof power.[ 1d3+7 = 8 ]
<Native fists Griffon in front of crowd
|Rolled 6 + 5|
Dark Star fires an arrow at the one that stabbed midnight
And… it barely misses
>>117882[ 1d20+9 = 10 ]
Once again, Silver attempts to put a big gash in the chest of the griffin attacking him.
I'm convinced the universe believes I pissed in its eye socket at some point in the past. At this point I would unironically be better off not rolling.
|Rolled 10 + 3|
|Rolled 10 + 5|
Silver thrusts forward. But the griffin parties the blow, and even knocks the sword right out of Silver’s glow
But the Kirin charges in, and swings her hammer
Then comes Mala, who says with muffled words
“You’re not going to hurt my friends, you bully!”
And slices with his sword>>117867
And so they leave, with more detail after the end of the battle
Hammer crushes and sword slashes
The lead griffin, who attacked midnight, is still standing, despite being sliced by Midnight then stabbed by Jubilosa.
The one off to the right, who confronted Iron, is down,, shot and stunned by Dark Star, then punched down by Iron.
The third one has been shot, bludgeoned, and sliced by Skies, Khoi, and Mala. He is down
Next time we get into combat, I'm not even going to have Silver roll for Initiative, I'm just going to have him stand in front of the enemy in Full-Defense mode.
The last griffin, the one formerly attacking midnight, starts to run
Iron attempts to stop the griffon's retreat by trying to tackle him.[ 1d20 = 20 ]
<An attempt is being made
And he charges and tackles the bloody griffin right down to the ground
Iron takes this opportunity to forcefully put his foreleg on his/her beak to silence him/her.
Jesus Christ just roll die like a normal person and stop worrying about it. Also there’s still a live griffin
Dark Star ties some rope around his beak.
The two ponies take Brie, and presumably Onyx and Spark, out side of the trailer, past waiting guards, and towards the north side of the pit. Down little hills of black and grey rock, past carts, towards an edge. There is some water a little distant, and the ground seems wet, maybe even muddy.
The shovel itself is a large contraption of metal color, with a big steel claw at its end, and a smoke pipe coming out of a side that must be the engine.
“See, it’s damaged.”
Brie actually can see damage on what is presumably engine housing. In fact, there’s a large tear or hash. A gash as if shredded with some giant blunt object. The tears are at least six inches long
And so Iron tackles and holds down the griffin, while Dark Star ties him up
|Rolled 16 + 10|
Disable Device check - ascertain the nature and method of the sabotage
Iron pats the griffon on the head.
He awaits Dark Star's bondage skills being finished on the griff.
Despite some of these machines being called steam shovels, this particular one is actually a smaller diesel power shovel
Blunt force applied from outside tearing through a steel engine housing, and disabling an oil line inside, as well as tearing into a gear box. It is harder to tell if the cover over the engine had as well been lifted to enable the dansge. As the damage is greater on the exterior than the interior, the damage was noticed before the shovel was run without oil, thus avoiding additional wear on the gear box and an engine low on oil.
"Hmmmm. This was either a team effort, or an exceptionally large pony did this."
"Knock him out. i'm gonna have a few questions for this flappy merchant after we take care of his friends."
Iron glances at Star.
"I do not think it is necessary. Besides."
He hovers his hoof in front of the griffon's beak.
"This one is wide awake for some question right now."
"Im sure if we untie that beak he's going to start squawking again. unless of course some pony shows him that's a bad idea. right iron?"
"Did your parents never teach you two to not play with your food?" Silver picks up his dropped sword, and touches the wound on his chest with a hoof. "Knock him out. We do not have infinite time to waste. Who knows who heard him call that out."
>>117912Hello floofster!Sorry you couldn’t enjoy last night
Some of the creatures present in or entering the room see Silver’s phrase as curious, Mala and Sands most of all. But there is a general mood of compliance
>>117912>>117911>>117913Everypony can see your sins, Floofster!
Iron considers it for a bit, before nodding, bonking the griffon on the head with his hoof into unconsciousness.[ 1d20+11 = 14 ]
<Griff grunting can be misinterpreted.
And so the griffin is bashed into unconsciousness. He was barely hanging on anyways, and bleeds on the floor
Jubilosa and Khoi, especially Khoi, look displeased at Iron and Silver’s remarks.
Mala contrasts sharply. He has blood across his front, and seems not to notice it. He is smiling, proud of himself
He's not actually dying though, right?
Iron looks questioningly at the two.
"It is not like he is dead."
He stands up, turning to Silver.
"He will be fine, although his head will be sore when he wakes up."
In D&D terms, no. He’s unconscious. Probably.
Okay then. Just wanted to know.
Dark Star Pets mala
"You Did a good job,buddy. are you hurt?"
He looks very much excite
“No. But did you see me? That member slashed out at Silver! So I slashed him back.”
He looks down
“I think he’s dead”
Then he looks back at Dark Star, and receives more pets
"Good Job! you saved silver."
Dark Star continues the pets
“Anything for my new friends!”
Mala happily receives the pets. His joyful expression tells all
For once, just once in his life, Mala is a good boy
And he knows it
Any pony else here?
"We Need to keep moving. they could have heard him scream."
I don't think so.
Iron simply nods, not wanting to dawdle much longer.
I'm here. Sort of.>>117925
"You did well, Mala." Silver smiles at him.
Brie turns to the Unicorn. "Alright, show me your paperwork. Requisition forms, repair requests, I'll need to see the paper trail."
He smiles back
"Thank you… I don't hear that often…"
He looks again at the dead griffin
"He won't be hurting you anymore… Or me either">>117929
He looks at brie with a dead "really?" look
Brie smiles. "I'm sorry, did I stutter?"
He raises an eyebrow at Brie
"Hauling you out by the neck IS still on the table." Brie smiles sweetly.
There is no smile on the unicorn’s dead faced expression, looking back at Brie
Silver looks to the same griffin. "I take it you knew him, then."
"So then, the records?"
"I'm not sure… A lot of them kind of blurred together to me. But he looks like this one that would come by and make condescending demands. Be angry like I did not do something when I had already done that. Several of them were like that.">>117936
Now, and only now, he speaks, with the same dead expression. His voice is deep, and accented to some region further West
"Kid. I'm with the Gendarme. I don't have any records. You're looking for administration"
Silver nods, and places a hoof on Mala's shoulder for support.
Brie looks from the unicorn, to Otis, and then back to the unicorn. He sighs "That's disappointing."
He walks over to Onyx and begins a whispered dialogue with him.
"This guy knows way more than he's saying. He's effectively admitted it to me. If he's part of the Gendarme, that means the entire group could be and likely is involved, either directly or tacitly. There's no way we're gonna be able to pull him out of here if he's an official."
Aside from his whispers to Onyx, he calls out to Otis and the unicorn. "Very well, one last question. Who is 'Fang Zu Lang'? I'll need to speak with him."
He looks back up to Silver, almost solemnly, and nods back
He answers, plainly
"He's the head of the Genderarme in Haysabi"
"Ah, splendid! That will be all." As he moves to leave, passing the Unicorn he smiles. "You get to live another day! You should be proud."
He looks on at Brie, dead eyed
Brie waves to him with a finger-wiggling, jazz-hands-esque wave.
“Not very subtle, are you?”>>117945
Yep, not here. You're imagining this post.
Hmmm…. maybe we can do something
Okay, so I take it the Hoebuck group wants to move on?
I think going upstairs is a good idea.
i think that as well.
I vote upstairs as well
Mala’s expression turns from his previous pride, to that of worry. A silent look of worry as he frowns, and looks at them
“There are two ways to go upstairs through the same stairwell. One is back into the basement of the old military prison, where we cane from. On the right. The other is down the tunnel under the main building, on the left. Either way, you will go up to where their members from across the seas live”
After hearing Mala's offers, Iron makes a quick decision.
"I choose the second option presented. If we can take out more patrols down here, it means that their forces will be weakened."
"That was my thoughts exactly."
Silver nods in agreement.
Midnight looks at the ponies, then the hyena before nodding
"Then let us be off"
The group cautiously goes through the boiler room, then, peering into the tunnel, takes a right through the doorway of the now busted down door, and into the beige colored stone and mortar old hall. At times the hallway seems to twist and wind like a forest stream, at others it seems perfectly straight from end to end. Past one doorway, and another on the right, then
"Well… the sleeping quarters are up these stairs. I don't know how many of them will be up there. But it's a big building."
Mala in the lead, Khoi not far behind, Skies and Jubilosa in the center, with Loputu and Meadows at the rear, with only Sands to act the rear guard. It's an unwieldy caravan of the able and the less so
A renewed sound of steam flowing through pipes accompanies what seem to be distant whispers
Silver would be near the front.
Midnight tries to ignore the whispers as she joins the back of the group, by Sands.
Dark Star is in the middle near blue.
"Then I suppose we had better get moving…"
"Do you….. want to go to a floor?"
Iron is also near the front.>>117965>>117970>>117972>>117969>>117971
"Let us not dwindle for any longer," Iron says. "We go up one floor and see the resistance there. Any objections?"
Is there a reason no one wants to agree or disagree with first floor?
I can't see a reason to disagree. I'm just waiting for us to get on with it.
The stairwell itself has an olden quality to it, with the mortar on the walls stained with water. Going up the stairs even a single floor gives a different look. White painted walls, and steps that are no longer decaying and questionable, but slightly newer and concrete. Through a closed brown door and….
Into a hallway, the hallway is straight and surrounded by white walls and and brown doors. Part of a wall bears the imprint of a removed celestial religious symbol, while the light fixtures seem to have been changed over time, but have a white cover over them to dull the yellow tint of the light. There are definite sounds of movement about on the floor, and of talking as well. On the left side are visible mostly evenly spaced doors, with some irregularity. One nearby is marked as a simple closet. Further down on the right side, the wall gives way to an open entrance to something else, maybe a central hall, room, atrium, or courtyard. The ceiling there is held up by simple square columns. To the left midway is something like a narrow way to an external door. To each end of the hall are corners where the hallway simply turns.>>117978Sigh
It's not like the choice is meaningful or anything, or like player participation is a part of the story
How many doors are we talking about?
Several. At least four
Well, I have no better ideas than to try each one we come across and see which ones have either prisoners or enemies.
"How long has it been like that?"
Spark observes the damage.
|Rolled 11 + 5|
Dark Star tries to listen to the whispers
No whispering for Dark Star. Actually. Distant talk is mostly in a foreign language. In ponish only “we will meet up with them” is distinguishable from the mass >>117983
Door 1: Broom closet
Door 2: a public bathroom, including a section with showers. Not sure if Silver is eager to explore that given the possibility of running into some creature
Door 3: looks like a bedroom. Actually kind of decent if austere. Made bed with tree patterns, shelf of leather bound books, single chair, wooden floor (contrasted against concrete floors elsewhere)>>117984
See the same linked posts to see what the damage is, unless more details are needed
“They… they said it happened early this morning or last night. It wasn’t reported until later this morning. I don’t know what is true, but this machine was reported as oppressing yesterday”
"What is bedroom doing here…?"
Dark Star whispers, "i think somepony may be looking for the group in the boiler room."
Spark looks along the ground for evidence that parts were removed. Perhaps oil stains, drag marks, or peices of metal?
Mala: “Sone of the wealthier members live in the first floor… Recent arrivals are higher up”>>117989
There is oil on the ground, yes, but nothing seems obviously to have been removed
Silver nods, and continues to look through the doors.
Does the damage seem uniform, or clearly hoof made, with indentions and irregularities in it?
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Dark Star tries to spot the pony
"Almost like industrial equipment was used to sabotage industrial equipment." Brie says walking up to Sparks.
It’s like a bludgeon tearing through it>>117994
A spider falls onto Dark Star’s face>>117992