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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sun 11 Oct 2015 23:11:57 No.25038418 View Reply Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25044032 >>25154290 >>25182224

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sun 11 Oct 2015 23:13:37 No.25038439 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25068137

OPERATION... COMPLETE? ..SORTA? ...SURE, WHY NOT.

>Cherry gains: +3XP.
>And doesn't acquire any mangoes either since she wasn't looking for them.

>>25013873

>Waving you off silently, the Revenant sits down, suspended a foot above the marsh soil, opening his sling bag, rummaging about in it for a worn knife, several mostly straight sticks, and the stone he'd picked up much earlier.
>"Stay safe, an' if y'hear thet thang agin.. well, mah time's limited in th'physical world, so y'might be on yer own next time."

>Taking off on a flat out run, the endless fog above ground level seems to have cleared just enough to find and stay on an old, partially grown over path, the peat under your boots relatively firm.
>True to the dead man's words, the Moors remains virtually silent as you continue running, except for the jostle of your pack and the rare whistle from high above.
>Suddenly losing control of your legs from both the mindless boredom and titanic cramps radiation from hips down to the knees, your face collides with a soft, rather cushioned patch of marsh.
>Standing up and testing to see whether or not you were going to live, you deemed yourself to be in partially functional condition, though you were forced to half-walk, half-stagger on the more recently trod path from the soreness and pain, mostly from Torven's intensely rough treatment.

>Covered in sweat and dearly wishing you'd brought some real painkillers with you, you reach a flattened, smoothed out stone field some time later.
>After a minute or so the outline of a wide, low slung granite building comes into view, along with the sounds of cackling, joyous screeches, and leathery wings beating in the air.
>The constant scent of mangoes also confirms that there were more batponies here than you could ever deal with properly.

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sun 11 Oct 2015 23:15:56 No.25038480 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25040615

>DJ Lonestar & Emerald

>Smacking the master radio with the heel of his hand, Lonestar opens the Tallus wide communication channels, sitting forwards with a sigh.
*"Razorback, and everyone else listening in, yeah, that includes the sneaky little git I can't pin down, listen up!"*
*"There's a Construct satellite in orbit, sort of directly above us, but the- no, forget it, not going to explain that part. Look, we don't know if the Constructs have figured out our language or codes, but we do know they've been analyzing our traffic, probably since we've been here because we're the only ones with wavelength communication capabilities."*
*"For the foreseeable future, do not, I repeat, DO NOT send any sensitive or secret information through long range transmissions. Emerald and I know for a fact that short-range is fine, we've tested our radios and can't pick up any active or passive listening spikes."*
*"There's another problem though: laptops, computers, gaming consoles, smartphones, or any other any sophisticated electronic devices with a wireless function needs to be shut down, or locked down, until that satellite is out of commission. We don't know cyber warfare abilities they have, so if those things start figuring out what we've got, no on knows what information they can pull? Just be damned careful people."*
>Clearing her throat away from the mic, Emerald speaks up with a somber tone, her chair squeaking in the background.
*"I also have a piece of bad news. The moment we can tell the Constructs are reacting to us or directly listening in, then we must perform a 'Code Gray'. For those of you that do not know what this is, it means we will be forced to shut down the master radio and the long range transmitters, however.. Stalliongrad and the Empire are cut off as of half an hour ago, and we are unable to reestablish contact. For now, we are closing access to Stalliongrad, and please, be very careful if you plan on taking a trip to the Empire."*

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sun 11 Oct 2015 23:17:05 No.25038502 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25038997

>JOKE OPTION INITIATED GOGOGO!

>>25024467

>Entering the stairwell to the second floor, it was oddly quiet considering the amount of time most ponies spent here.
>Reaching the alchemy lab and peering in, it too was deserted.
>Hearing a faint voice and what might have been a cough from the former chemistry lab, you get your stalker on and slide across the wall to the door.
>Gazing in through the small window, it had been converted into a sitting room, complete with numerous beanbags, low tables, and a brand new Empire crystal cooling chest, though you couldn't see whom was talking.
>Pushing the door open and peering in, Hodch's voice, though very faint, can be heard speaking to what seemed to be an otherwise empty room.
"..-o you mean you can't find her? Listen, just go sniff her out you dolt, she smells like burnt feathers.. ....okay, stop RIGHT there, I don't want to hear about this. If they picked up a bunch of servants and slaves, THEY can deal with that, you understand? I'm not in the fucking mood for this shi-"
>The reservist's voice ceases immediately, right at the same time a pair of tiny, bright green eyes stare at you sideways from the edge of a cardboard box.
>Stepping away from the box and sitting down, a light blue cat, similar to a Nebelong, with... bat wings, you're pretty sure, cocks it's head, still staring at you with a look of utter carelessness.
>Becoming highly bored after five seconds, the Moor cat swishes it's front left paw, leathery wings flapping once, the motion attracting your gaze to a tiny Moon Orb attached to a green drakehide collar.
"Mrrow?"

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sun 11 Oct 2015 23:18:31 No.25038529 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25054593

>Remostrine Naliyna

>>25027254

>Wrenching her head away from Naliyna, Amerose shuts her mouth, lifting a hoof in an almost terrified 'I'm-okay' gesture, she follows it up with 'be-safe-around-her-please'.. right before collapsing onto the floor in a twitching mess.

>Smiling upwards with a droll, minorly chastened look for the moment, the scarred mare leans her head back, ears and nose twitching merrily at your touch.
"I know, I know, I was joking with her. Besides, I'd rather not get rough with somepony five times my size."
>'Or fifty times my weight for that matter..'
>Rolling her eyes and trodding after you, her still fashionable ponyshoes click on the now smoothed out stone floor, shooting several of the Starborn a dirty look.
>Tapping the runes on the Enclave's stone for the Fortress, upon arrival in the pagoda Naliyna pauses, eyebrows furrowing at the announcement.
>"..uh oh."
>Blinking once, she leans her nose in to nudge your hand, pointing a hoof at the pagoda's integrated speakers.
"That reeeaaaally doesn't sound good. Um, I picked up a few things in the Enclave and one of them, well, hold on a second-"
>Swinging her head around to the left and biting open the small pouch, the bright fuchsia mare fishes a blackened, partially melted ruby bracelet out, lifting it up with a quiet hum.
"This thing here, it's an old old old hoofband that Amerose says hardens the wearer's body a bit, and helps protect against fire. You wanna wear it just in case something happens?"

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Clemency !f/LjycW0U2 Sun 11 Oct 2015 23:44:34 No.25038997 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25041280

>>25038502
>Where is he?
>"Did someone leave a radio on or something? He seems out of the loop for a whi- What in the?"
>Never a dull moment
>Peering through, Clem spots that catbat thing flying in front of him
>As he inspects and follow the cat's motions, he spots the minuscule Moon Orb in its collar
>"Should work like the one given to me..."
>Clem walks up to the catbat and tries to speak into the collar
"Mrrow? Uhh.... Is Hodch in there? Or speaking through that? I have a favor to ask if he's available."

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 12 Oct 2015 00:10:19 No.25039402 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25039590 >>25044575

>Unknown, Spooky Floating Castle: Brume Gale & Sparking Fleur

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

"Sparky what do you do!?"
"Hold the butt give me a second! Uh uh uh uh-"
>Trying to not full on panic AND think at the same time, the Pred-Elk does the only thing she could think at the moment.
"BRUME BE CUTE!"
"WHAT?!
"JUSTDOITFILLY!"
[1d6] >Brume Gale :3
[1d6] >Sparking Fleur :3

>>25028865
>Entering, you find it was quite the spacious room serving a duel purpose.
>The side you were currently standing in was the dining hall with a long rich ironwood table with pony fitted chairs lining the length of it, on which were empty plates of varying applications. As if you have just stumbled across dinner preparation.
>Minus the servants.
>And other ponies.
>The pace was brightly lite by three massive chandeliers, twice the size of the one in the Foyer.
>And like the Foyer there was ambient music playing in the air, mainly piano in nature.
>On the other side of the large room was a barren lacquered floor, the walls around which were covered in fancy paintings of ponies dancing merrily.

>Two single doors lay on the opposite wall where you stood, each in a corner. One was gilded with white gold and the other was iron black, the latter being open too.

>>25029776
>Standing with Indurian, you see everything he sees, although you spot vague unnatural movement coming from the open door, the sound of ceramic on ceramic cluttering from beyond.

[1d100] 579/1000M

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Mon 12 Oct 2015 00:21:13 No.25039590 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25044575 >>25045266

>>25039402
>the knight considers which of the two doors to enter
>after some deliberation, he decides to go towards the gilded door and try to open the door
[1d6]> B. Perception
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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Mon 12 Oct 2015 01:22:40 No.25040285 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25040727

>>25028201

>"Ehh.. yo uknow, I haven't been to Gozka in almost six years now. I say we go there tomorrow night with Malyne, IF we don't get stuck here."
>Pausing to glare about the too clean and bright spectrum, Belltower swishes her tail, glancing over her shoulder with a calculating grin.
>"You know.. I have a much better idea than that, give me a minute."
>Creeping up to the first light pole, the batmare affixes her front hooves on it, hauling herself up to the covered, large gem.
>Reaching both sets of wingclaws under the glass hood, she guides the blades around several times to check for any traps, then pokes it once, the light dimming quickly with a muted snicker.
>"Done with this one, it'll take a few hours for it to come back.. what I wouldn't give to steal all these. Hmm, just tell her I've got it covered, there won't be any lights left where we're going!"
>Unfortunately for your plans, the first alley was little more than an entranceway for the first couple of royal mansions, two heavily barred gates in the center, along with a dead end, though the walls were white marble and would be easy to climb.
>Gazing around the area, you note a number of pony shapes in the first four mansions, most of them asleep with a few on night patrol.
>Sparking your interest were collections of bright arcane colors, the vast majority underground or held in what were probably central vaults.
>While none were Eldritch in origin or appearance, quite a few interesting ones looked to be close enough to windows to take.

>Taking note of your distance, Belltower snickers over the mental link, hurriedly shutting down each of the lanterns along the entire street.
>"Hey Jeff, if you climb the wall and head east it should be easy to find the Duchess' place, it's pretty small. I'm just gonna keep knocking all of the lantern gems out, that way any Royal Guards coming here won't be able to figure out where they are so easily. Sound like a plan?"
[1d6+7] <E.Speed
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Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9

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Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9 Mon 12 Oct 2015 01:28:33 No.25040352 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25046463 >>25051628

>>25020989

FINA 2 Turns Remaining

>Pareidolia says nothing in response, narrowing his eyes slightly as Barlen charges towards him once again
>He hops back and towards the left, landing with his left leg bearing more of the weight

[1d6+2]< E. Movement + FINA
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[1d6+2]

>With enough space to bring his blade to bear, he quickly jabs the curved point between Barlen's horn's guard and withdraws in a downward sweep along his muzzle

[1d6+5]< E. Melee + LTC/RASO + FINA
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]

>As he brings his sword back, he leans, feinting a dodge towards his left as he activates his suit-

[1d6+2]< E. Stealth + TOC
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]

>-Before taking a few steps towards the right, clenching his teeth at the brief weight placed on his injury

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Bill !!o6/TUxnhUv2 Mon 12 Oct 2015 01:35:01 No.25040406 Report Delete

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Boo

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 12 Oct 2015 01:53:22 No.25040615 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25053280

>>25021349
>That was.
>Unabashedly cute.
>A pang of something he hasn't felt in years aches in his chest for a fleeting moment before sinking away again.
>"Me and a family? Heh, to little to late for that."
>The reality of his situation however, didn't take away the faint smile at the corners of his mouth as Ally's left himself and the crystal mare alone again.

>Don't show weakness, don't engage.
[Kingdom Crystal Pony] "You got me there, Tipper is certainly more qualified in healing then I will ever be. It was a friendly gesture nonetheless, by the way, my name is Lont."
>"She thinks they're toys? Psh her lose, no skin off my nose."
>Buuuut~
>...
>No, no. Cutting himself to heal the wound merely to prove her wrong won't do. Besides, the sight of blood and unnecessary harm might set her off he thought.

[Kingdom Crystal Pony] "How did you get enslaved? I'd like to know all the details."
[1d6+4] E.Speech +MVP
[1d6+4]
[1d6+4]
>Keep it simple and honest, this mare was NOT in the mood to be patronized. Not like he did so to begin with.
>"Do I though, I feel like I'm guilty of doing that in the past..."
[Kingdom Crystal Pony] "Lets make this interesting, you want to ask me any questions?"

>>25038480
>Fingering his headset, Lont glanced up to the ceiling, as if he was trying to see through the roof into the night sky above.
*"Copy that.* Out."

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Oct 2015 01:56:21 No.25040642 Report Delete

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4SywNf5J81U&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9

Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9 Mon 12 Oct 2015 02:05:44 No.25040727 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25054034

>>25040285
>Watching Belltower fade out the lantern gem with a mere touch, Jeff flips his combi-goggles up while listening to the batmare's plan.
>'I forgot she could do that...'
>Eyeing the mansions, and their inhabitants and treasures, Jeff shrugs them off.
>If he were here to burgle, they would have brought a team.
>Only here for one pony, and that's it.
>The wall was a mere obstacle.
>Just a quick climb over, and he'd be set.
>"Sounds good. I'll meet you, over there."

>Watching as Belltower moves down the street to turn off more lanterns, Jeff flips his goggles back down and unzips a compartment in his backpack.
>She's moving fast, so he'll have to as well.
>Slipping the phantom skin over his armor, and pulling over the hood, Jeff looks up at the thirty-foot marble wall and takes a few steps back.
>And gives a quick and quiet start, planting one boot onto the wall, then a hand, and begins to scale the wall.
[1d6+8] <E.Auto-Stealth
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[1d6+3] <U.Ambush

[1d6+10] <Perfect Grip
[1d6+8] <Second Rush: Speed
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>As he climbs, Jeff keeps mindful of his surroundings, as he ascends to the top of the wall.
[1d6+4] <M.Perception
[1d6+7] <AdvNVG
[1d6+7] <AdvThermals

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Mon 12 Oct 2015 03:07:58 No.25041280 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25041427 >>25045160

>>25029411

>The Fortress was much too dark to find where Peach Drop had gone, leaving you staring at the heavily trodden path from the clinic, branching northwards from the fountain towards each of the barracks.
>While the batpony was likely long gone, you do, however, spot an ash gray earth pony stallion at the fountain, dunking his head in the water over and over with sharp, harsh swears that didn't make much sense to you.

>>25038997

>Hopping up from the floor and flapping around in a circle, the Moor cat makes a lazy, exaggerated roll in the air, clasping both front paws to it's chest, then drops onto one of the beanbags with a soft 'ploosh'.
>Rolling over and standing up, the bat winged blue cat taps the Moon Orb as you speak, Hodch's voice ringing out from it irately, then halting.
"-re you bloody done playing ga- ... ....Clemency, that you? Sounds like it to me. Listen, I'm currently stuck in.. somewhere, but I'll be back in a day and a half or so. Ask what you need and I'll let Nibbles get back to doing.. whatever she's doing. Also... don't tell me about what you all 'brought back', or I'm liable to be very, very irritated."
>Covering her nose with a paw, the Nebelong Moor cat lets out a hissing snicker, then bats the same paw at you amusedly.
>...
>You weren't sure what Nibbles was trying to tell you, and you were definitely sure that no one, and nopony, here knew how to understand batcat.

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 12 Oct 2015 03:08:56 No.25041289 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25044485

>Uncontested Territories: The Greccion

>>25025822
>Bobbing his head like an avian creature, his raptor eyes stared into the forest in the direction where the tower stood.
"Depending on the size of the defending force, if there is any. And Parn told me that veterans are stationed always near the borders."
[1d6-2]

Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0

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Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0 Mon 12 Oct 2015 03:11:27 No.25041307 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25054218

>>24972567
>Grumbling, Hollow considered Bren and her words
>...well, I guess I do still have my storage room
>Still not sure about playing by the Starborn's rules when it comes to this though
>Setting aside his grumblings, Hollow tickles the mushrooms with a wisp, as he Stares at Roust
>Quite cute...but I think we might need exercise
>Shaking his head, Hollow quickly gathers up his equipment from across the storage room, grunting with mild annoyance
>Very rude, just dumping all of this in here...
>Satisfied with his readiness, Hollow huffs at Roust, before poking her firmly
>"Hey sleepy bug. Whatcha been up to, besides not exercising?"
>...Less butter, definitely

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Clemency !f/LjycW0U2 Mon 12 Oct 2015 03:26:17 No.25041427 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25054218

>>25041280
>This is a first
>"Wonder what this scene looks like to someone else looking..."
"Yeah it's me. Oh you're some where else at the moment? I was going to ask you to accompany me for a some request Keldon gave us..."
>Clem thinks about it for a second
>He only needs his voice right?
>The contract seems safe enough
"I won't speak of what we 'brought' to you. I thought you would already know. So, if you can't come, can I bring Nibbles? You seem unavailable yourself, but I just need you available period for this request. It should be safe anyway."

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo Mon 12 Oct 2015 03:34:03 No.25041466 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25065139

>>25015294
>>25016557

>Making a supreme effort not to make any other noise except for a morose exhale, the Death Cultist debates putting his head in his hands, or simply giving up right then and there.
>'Why? Why could I not have died instead?'
>Choosing to perform the first, just enough to calm most of the previously misfiring nerves, he carefully pulls his pack on, then slings the medical pack over it, refusing to give in to his temptations.
>Yet.
"I know what your profession is, but how do you not know all the ponies from their voice and movement that work here by now?"
>'Possibly never crossed her mind? ..what DO maids do here besides.. no, not worth asking.'
>Glancing down at his side, Corsen makes a dismissive motion with his right hand, ignoring the blood dripping off it, and his pride, crawling towards the aged pistol with a quietly zealous, self-righteous tone of indignation.
"This is not the time to be concerned of my injuries, whether I die here or in ten years can be debated then as we have more important business to take care of, such as what caused those ponies to strike Duo's mansion. And finding a weapon I can use."
>Brushing his right palm off on his leg, he quickly hefts the PB-1 in the same hand, thumbing the magazine release, then pausing as it drops into his left hand.
>'...she is right. That is not good.'
>Quietly slipping a second magazine from a deep pocket into the pistol, Corsen waits several moments to look back, collecting his hatchet in the process, then whispers towards her, squinting in harsh disbelief.
"What do you see?"
>'..no. She is not fit to sacrifice. Those.. legs are too soft. Perhaps something else would be best?'
>Turning from the maidmare's flanks to Lady Duo's office, the Cultist decides to try and see if it was open, listening for any activity in the foyer and the hall.
[1d6] <B.Perception
[1d6]

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo Mon 12 Oct 2015 04:53:30 No.25041936 Report Delete

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>Post #1/2: Shanis & Krinza

"Well, got a big list this time."
"Let me see."
>Fiddling with the transcript provided by Shanis, the armorer accepts it, reclining on the half-couch across from the Mercenary Queen with a sweet smelling cigar.
"See any pony on there that might be worthwhile to hire? Going to pass this to Thrill if you don't."
>Trying to keep at least a modicum of interest on the list of ponies, along with their age, professions, and experiences, Krinza simply shakes his head at the first half.
"We have enough guards for the moment, unless Caliya would prefer to work in a pair. This one, perhaps?"
>Circling a former Lunar Guard's name with a small piece of coal, he holds it up to the aged yellow mare's skeptical view.
"...not sure about that one, but leave it marked for Thrill to look at later. What about the rest?"
"Alchemist, alchemist.. four alchemists, three healers. Hmm... none that I can tell. I am fairly sure Naliyna and Mercy can easily make up for another healer. This time, none that I see. Then again, I am used to gryphons."
"And plump earth mares."
"..."
>Taking the page away from the suddenly quiet unicorn, Shanis smiles politely at his expense, placing it down to peruse once more.
"Excellent choice really, I can't blame you."
"I.. really do not want to ta-"
"Strong legs, powerful hooves, beautiful mane and tail, excellent skills all around."
"Again, I am war-"
"Very friendly, great with foals, doesn't mind the Everfree or the humans. I'd say you picked the perfect mate, really."
"SHANIS, I SAI-"
"Hey, how about this one?"
"..."
"What?"
"I hate you."
"The feeling isn't mutual. So?"
"...yes, but you write it."
"Fine, but you're going to be asking the questions this time."
"No, never again. How about.. Nova?"
"...she'll never forgive us."
"Of course not, and all the better for it. Tell you what, you write and I'll go get the Ward, deal?"
"Deal."

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo Mon 12 Oct 2015 04:57:33 No.25041961 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25042345

>Post #2/2: Shanis & Nova Flicker

>Leaving the workshop as a fuming 'sap' covered batpony, one of her own hires she realizes, passes by, Shanis suppresses the urge to snicker.
>'And here I thought I'd seen everything.'
>Lazily float-sliding towards the clinic, she idly gazes about the Fortress, nose twitching in recall.
>'Been a while since I was here last. Should see if they want fruit before the season ends..'
>Letting the amusing thought go and pushing the front doors open at their center, the Mercenary Queen nudges it open, peering in momentarily.
>'..Tipper's here, but not Nova. It's not lunch, so either the library or the alchemy lab.'
>Reversing course and heading further south to the library, Shanis pushes the left door open this time, skating in with a yawn of boredom.
>Ears perking up at the sounds of chopping and batfoal giggles, she creeps towards the playroom, tilting her head sideways and peeking inwards.
>Studying the scene of Malyne helping Twisted carve a heaping pile of strawberries apart for a number of unknown fillies, and a single Saddle Arabian colt, the mercenary mare's face scrunches in utter confusion.
>'What am I looking at? What is this place? Why is she so fuzzy? Am I on the ceiling? How did I get here? Am I on drugs? Did Sweet spike my fucking drink again? Where's the door? Did I die in my sleep? I should go. I should go? I SHOULD GO-'

>Snores ceasing and blinking herself awake, Nova sits up straight, catching sight of Shanis having a pre-pre-midlife midlife crisis.
>Putting her lack of announced arrival off as a sign of alliance, the carnelian unicorn stands, treading to the door.
>Managing to pull what she needed to know from the unnaturally aged pegasus, Nova decides to write the letter herself, strolling out from the library to the pagoda.
>Dropping the paper on the stone and pleasantly requesting the Remnant to deliver it to one Sunny Feathers, she turns around to leave.. and collapses on the stone, snoring loudly.

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!!6ThP48hzNQm Mon 12 Oct 2015 05:59:31 No.25042345 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25042715

>>25041961

>Sunny Feathers was a mess, hooves wrapped around a bottle of hard cider.
>Scratch that, an empty bottle of hard cider.
>She upturned the thing, frowning as the last of the expensive cider dribbled out.
"I need more work."
>In her head, the word 'work' seemed to have automatically been replaced with Cider, didn't matter much, one lead to the other.
>At the very least she could head into some small villa and buy some more with whatever she had left.
>To that end, Sunny pulled her saddlebags over and rummaged through them for whatever bits she had.
>What met her was an empty bit bag and a letter Sunny was sure, in her semi sober state, hadn't left in there.
>An awkward flick of one of her wing blades severed the wax seal and she read, her single eye roving the paper.
"...I can't read this hoofwriting."
>It took the mare a moment to recognise the flowing script was upside down, and that she was a stupid pony.
>...
"More work? More work. Wait, I am getting paid for this, right?"
>A nearby bird call was the mares only response.
"Right."

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Mon 12 Oct 2015 07:30:07 No.25042715 Report Delete

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>>25042345

>At the very least, the letter smelled like an ocean breeze, and was written in highly legible pegasus shorthoof:
"From, Captain Shanis of Tartarus Isle,"
"To, Sunny Feathers,"
"I know it's been some time since I last wrote you, but I am penning this down now to inform you that I have acquired a temporary, in-process one year contract for a private faction called Razorback Company. Despite many of the rumors surrounding them, especially from those fuckwits in Canterlot, I can state that humans do not kidnap foals to eat them, boil one's hooves during interrogations, or eat gryphon eats. I've had honorable dealings with them for nearly two years now, and have permanently hired out several mercenaries, a doctor, and a valued scout to them."
"If you decide to take this contract, I have listed the translocation runes to their Fortress. You will be meeting Nova Flicker, a non-aligned Ward, for in-processing, but I must caution you to not to attempt any mareish charms on her, she doesn't seem to have or want liasons, with anypony, or anyone."
"P.S.: it would be a very good idea to pick up a heatstone as the section of the Everfree they reside in is bitterly cold during winter, either that or get a good longcoat."

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Oct 2015 08:28:50 No.25043053 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25054592

>>25042715

>Razorback Company, huh? Sunny had heard of them before and the rumors surrounding their relationship with the humans.
>She smiled at Captain Shanis' colorful language and her firm assurances that the humans weren't that bad, which was something she already knew, or at least assumed.
>A one year contract...
>She didn't say what for. Maybe they just needed bodies?
>Regardless, it wasn't like Sunny had anything better to do with herself, and a one year contract sounded like stable employment.
>The next part of the letter confused her a bit.
"...to not attempt any mareish charms..."
>Oh.
>Oooooh. Okay. Now she got it, not that she'd try to 'liason' with whoever this Nova was.
>Sunny's nose twitched as she detected a scent resembling and ocean breeze.
>She pressed her snout closer to the paper and took a whiff, how they'd gotten the scent onto the paper mystified her, but it was a nice touch.
>She quickly checked and memorised the translocation runes before placing the letter back in her pack.
>She'd need to get a hold of a coat, or a heatstone. Sunny had no money right now, so nuts to that.
>Cleaning herself up a bit, which included a thorough preening, Sunny made a beeline for the nearby villa and its translocation stone
>Upon reaching the villa, and carefully avoiding every pony still outside at night, Sunny got up next to the stone and made a short round around it, finding the runes she needed to tap.
>She'd never used one of these before, preferring to wander Equestria by hoof.
>However, the alternative was getting close and personal with the beasties in the Everfree.
>The mare settled her jangled nerves and tapped in the runes with her raised hoof, pausing at the last one.
"Last chance..."
>Screw it, what could go wrong?
>Sunny hit the last rune and clenched her muscles in preparation.

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 12 Oct 2015 10:26:48 No.25043696 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25044509

>Unknown Lands: Cu'Nir

>>25025422
>The headquarters was a large avian mud baked tower with six levels, each shrinking in size.
>Its architecture was the same as the aviaries back in the Vale city, except this appeared to be reinforced with Runes, seeing how a constant colourful swarm of them swam in the air surrounding the building.
"Vonder if ve have to fly up?"

Novus !UudpX9O7aw

Novus !UudpX9O7aw Mon 12 Oct 2015 10:51:54 No.25043860 Report Delete

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>>25005042
>>24990874

>Novus stands there stating at the mare, putting his shit away
>He looks around, goes to the wall and slams his head into it before walking back over to them
>He states, quite bluntly and calmly
"Sorry, I am a fucking idiot. Please forgive me, this will never ever happen again. I promise you that."
>Hopefully snake wont already tell him what he already knows
>Internally yelling at himself, Novus walks out of the room, feeling pretty dam shitty
>"YOU FUCKING IDIOT WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!"
>"WHY DID YOU HAVE TO PANIC AND SCARE THE PATIENT?!"
>"GODDAMN IT I AM A COLLOSAL IDIOT"
>"I am going to finally finish that fucking book on ponies TONIGHT so this never happens again"
>....
>"I just hope sand forgives me after this..."
>"I cant fucking believe myself today..."
>"Goddamn it..."
>Novus just looks around the clinic, seeing if Lejura is still in her bed and awake possibly

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Anonymous Mon 12 Oct 2015 11:21:52 No.25044032 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25044076

>>25038418
So... you're like a Pony PMC?
Why not call yourself Diamond Dogs?

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>>25044032

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ Mon 12 Oct 2015 12:37:39 No.25044485 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25091736

>>25041289
"We'll have to be careful when approaching, then. If there's guards closer in, we'll need to try and sneak past them, too."
>It was probably safe to assume that, while they're nowhere near as technologically advanced as the Droids, the strange cloaking effect he had would not be enough to avoid detection, or at least would be cutting it uncomfortably close.
"Gotta start thinking about how I'll get the charge down, though. If it's something of enough value to warrant being targetted, they'll probably have it under heavy guard if they're smart. That won't make it easy to get a charge planted."
>It took him a moment, but the idea came to him. He'd been used to planting charges and then arming them, but it was very possible to arm a charge first and plant it second. In this case, perhaps not planting it at all.
>After all, he was a demolitions expert. Part of that training was more focus on grenade usage.
>It was, if anything, embarassing that it took so long for two and two to come together.
"Actually, now that I think about it, maybe I don't need to get really close at all."

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Mon 12 Oct 2015 12:41:51 No.25044509 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25063756

>>25043696
>They've made some impressive progress since I've last been here.
>Again, had it not been so long, I'd be having my doubts about the current situation report.
"That'd probably be faster."

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Mon 12 Oct 2015 12:53:10 No.25044575 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25045266

>>25039402
>>25039590
>Yep. Not going through the open one.
>Unless Indurian goes through it, then I'd be forced to.
>Thankfully, he chooses the closed door, so I creep up behind him and help open the door.
[1d6]>E. Perception
[1d6]
[1d6]

Surplus !iOASB9ZGyY

Surplus !iOASB9ZGyY Mon 12 Oct 2015 14:14:40 No.25045160 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25054836

>>25041280
>Disappointed in his inability to properly thank the bat, he slumps in mild frustration. His attention turns, however, now to a seemingly distressed stallion mimicking a drinking bird. Still unsure of how these ponies are, he approaches somewhat cautiously.

"Do you err, need help? I don't know if it's normal for ponies her to constantly dunk their faces in water, but it's not common back home. Is there something on your face?"

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 12 Oct 2015 14:28:52 No.25045266 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25045295 >>25045786 >>25047849

>Unknown, Spooky Floating Castle: Brume Gale & Sparking Fleur

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>Not phased by their attempts to be cute, the statues close in, the unicorn ponies' horns stabbing at the druids armour first.
[1d6+20] #unicorn1
[1d6+20] #unicorn2
[1d6+20] #unicorn3
[1d6+20] #unicorn4
>With one (unintentionally) jabbing at Sparky's semi exposed rear.
>Braying in embarrassed surprise, the Pred-Elk's tendrils whipped at the molesting(?) statue in question as Brume bucked her hindlegs at the closet stone pony next to her.
"Bad touch!"
"I'll touch you badly!"
[1d6+1] M.Melee
[1d6+1]
[1d6+1]
[1d6+1]

[1d6+10] >Resist

[1d6+6] E.Melee
[1d6+6]
[1d6+6]

[1d6+10] >Resist

>>25039590
>Making your way over towards the gilded door all knightly while being stealthy as a cat, you examine the gaudy portal for anything that would be considered a boobytrap before opening it.
>Nothing, all looked clear to you (even if the hoof handle was something you'll never really get used to).
>Past the door, you find a stairway leading in two directions, upwards and downwards with no signs telling you where what leaded too.
>Both were well lite by Glowstones that were sunk into the wooden walls, with nothing indicating any sort of danger in both paths.

>>25044575
>Following Indurian, the intensifying noise of ceramics dampen with the distance.
>Peering over the knights armoured shoulder, you could not see anything out of the ordinary with the stairwell.
>Behind you, the table began to be covered with assortments of different high class foods in a train coming from the kitchen.

[1d100] 651/1000M

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Mon 12 Oct 2015 14:32:51 No.25045295 Report Delete

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>>25045266
"I have a very bad feeling about this... But we probably cannot go back at this point... I'll take point."
>Stepping past Indurian, I scan both staircases for past signs of movement.
[1d6]>E. Perception
[1d6]
[1d6]

PostingforOingo !aMPLsLkWVI

PostingforOingo !aMPLsLkWVI Mon 12 Oct 2015 15:26:31 No.25045786 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25047224

>>25045266
>Indurian gives both routes a cursory glance before deciding on the downward set
>[Indurian] "Perhaps there will be an armory or other such storage below?"
[1d6]> B. Perception
[1d6]

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>>25040352

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 12 Oct 2015 17:50:10 No.25047224 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25049001

>Unknown, Spooky Floating Castle: Brume Gale & Sparking Fleur

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>>25045295
>The stairs themselves, made from bare stone you note, had significant amount of scuff marks from hooves. Most of which were directed upwards, although there were signs of hooves going downstairs also.
>And after further examination you find that the ones going below belonged mainly to a single pony.
>A stallion, by the size of hoofmarks.

>>25045786
>Walking past the S.T.A.L.K.E.R whom was crouched at the first step examining its marks, you descend with caution.
>Aaaaand slip.
>Tumbling with an almighty clattering of plate armour on stone, you crash against a wooden wall. Your senses scrambled as you settle against the stairwells bend. -1HP

1/2

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 12 Oct 2015 18:39:20 No.25047849 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25047879 >>25049114

>>25045266

>Wooden tendrils wiggling around to ensnare the invading horn, they try to remove it from its painful prodding, both ending up not doing anything to the other.

>Brume Gales hooves however were able to do something marginal comparatively by creating cracks against the stone unicorns cranium, but nothing else to stop it from advancing. 188/200HP

>The rest of the statue unicorns stabbed away at the Pred-Elk's, squirming and reflective armour buckling under the surrounding attacks. 49/80HP 38/75HP
"We need to get out of here-"
"I know I know!"
[1d6+1] M.Melee
[1d6+1]
[1d6+1]
[1d6+1]
[1d6] U.Movement

[1d6+6] E.Melee
[1d6+6]
[1d6+6]

[1d6+2] E.Movement
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]

[1d6+3] E.Druidry
[1d6+3]
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[1d6+5] >Brumeage

2/3

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 12 Oct 2015 18:40:45 No.25047879 Report Delete

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>>25047849
[1d6+20] #unicorn1
[1d6+20] #unicorn2
[1d6+20] #unicorn3
[1d6+20] #unicorn4
[1d6+20] #unicorn5
[1d6+20] #unicorn6

[1d100] 739/1000M

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Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Mon 12 Oct 2015 20:12:02 No.25049001 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25049114 >>25049903

>>25047224
>"I didn't see any water... Hopefully he didn't break his face."
>Shaking my head, I stand up and look upwards.
"We'll split up, I guess. Call me over the radio if you need anything, and I'll do the same."
>Shaking my head, I go up the stairs slowly, so I don't fall and hurt myself, like Indurian did.
>silly demon knights.
[1d6]>E. Perception
[1d6]
[1d6]

Posting for Knightbro !vEWj4LvYwY

Posting for Knightbro !vEWj4LvYwY Mon 12 Oct 2015 20:22:06 No.25049114 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25049903

>>25047849
>[Andrammelech] "AAAAAHAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
>the daemon's raucous laughter continued as the knight slowly and painfully picked himself up with an audible groan
>>25049001
[Indurian] "Aye, sir Ivan, I shalt do so."
>he continues downwards with a few painful huffs before the pain subsides eventually
[1d6]> B. Perception
[1d6]

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 12 Oct 2015 21:19:49 No.25049903 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25050918 >>25051081

>Unknown, Spooky Floating Castle: Brume Gale & Sparking Fleur

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>As Sparky brayed in frustration as the statues began to hold her down, Brume Gale evaporated into a cloud of mist, escaping the clutches of their ambusher's.
>Her escape was not destined to last long however, as the height of the floating Castle Mansion meant maverick winds could consume and carry her away for miles.
>Reforming on the bridge right behind the stone pony that originally blocked the druids, the Pred-Elk rammed her antlers at its hindlegs in hopes of toppling it over.
>"Get away from my sister!"
[1d6+6] E.Melee
[1d6+6]
[1d6+6]

[1d6+10] >Resist

>>25049001
>Reaching the bend of the stairwell with no mishap, you see the walls to the next level of the Mansion were painted pristine white.
>Where paintings would of been if it was on the first floor there were instead plants, non-edible ones by how they were potted in fantastic painted vases.
>Cautiously stepping onto this new floor, you find windows lining the wall facing you, showing off the rest of the Mansions size along with a back garden where the translocation stone Indurian said was at.
>This level consisted of doors and pony sofas with small tables beside them, telling you it was the dormitory for guests or servants.

>>25049114
>Making damn sure you didn't trip up again, you made it to the bottom of the stairwell later than you would of preferred.
>Taking in your surroundings, you notice the walls had given way to bare concrete with Glowstones dimmed, giving an ominous atmosphere to the place.
>A single corridor was at your right running the length of the Dining Hall, you being at one end of it. On the other end was a reinforced door made from stripped riveted steel, and halfway lay a much more average door.
>However, it appeared a large cast iron lock was preventing it from being opened.
>Apart from these two entrances, the hallway was spartan of anything else worth noting.

[1d100] 780/1000M

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Oct 2015 22:21:20 No.25050739 Report Delete

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NIGGERS

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Mon 12 Oct 2015 22:33:21 No.25050918 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25051081 >>25057265

>>25049903
>Looks around and frowns softly, walking around while looking at everything.
"Where the fuck are we..."
>Shakes my head and starts talking into my radio.
*"Indurian, do we even need anything here? We should probably regroup with the others... Something's really wrong with this place, over."*
>I take one last look around to see if I can find something interesting enough to take.
[1d6]>E. Perception
[1d6]
[1d6]

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Mon 12 Oct 2015 22:44:43 No.25051081 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25057265 >>25057796

>>25049903
>[Indurian] "Yet more ominous shadow..."
>[Andrammelech] "Dear sir knight, your recent tumble, while entertaining, did lead me to believe one thing: our luck may well be running thin here. We may wish to secure that stone in yon rear courtyard, and possibly unravel these secrets at a later date."
>[Indurian] "I... am of a mind to agree, dear friend. These gloomy halls hath taken a toll on mine patience, and I doth wish to away posthaste."
>with this, the knight begins moving back towards the stairs, switching on his radio
>>25050918
[Indurian] *"Not that I can tell, nay. That is a fine idea. I suggest ye go and check on the status of the others; I shalt attempt to find a path to yonder translocation stone whilst you complete this mission. Remain on radio for the time being. And do not let your guard fail you. Danger may still lurk within these shadowed halls..."*
[Indurian] *"Over."*
>the knight climbed the stairs slowly again, trying not to trip over himself a second time, heading back to the dining hall and into the door that had been open before
[1d6]> B. Perception
[1d6]

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Mon 12 Oct 2015 23:20:10 No.25051628 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25065594

>BOSS: LUNAR COUNCILMASTER BARLEN!

>>25040352

>Lunging forwards to match your rearward movement, Barlen's first horn sweep entirely fails to connect, the second interrupted by the Panorama blade being intercepted by his horns swinging to the right, the immensely tough keratin absorbing most of the shock while the final stroke entrenches the dark steel alloy between two growth rings, the hilt's vibration cushioned by your gloves.
>Managing to blink once at the weapon partially lodged in his horn, the Councilmaster throws his head forwards, sending the hilt into your abdomen and rebounding off the frontal plate, freeing himself with the impact.
>Nostrils flaring at the same time the cloaking field returns, the Ram crouches forwards, head tracking where you were moving with precision, then springs into a slide on his chest with a short lunge, his chin squeaking on the floor in protest.
[1d6+2] <E.Lunge
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]
[1d6+4] <S.Senses
[1d6+4]
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[1d6+6] <M.Horn Crash
[1d6+6]
[1d6+6]
[1d6+6]

>Having collected a number of raspberries and a small crabapple, the horned batpony seats herself in front of Ridgeback, offering the apple to Oranti and pointing a hoof at the melee.
"Doing well isn't he? I'd have thought a fractured leg would cripple him, but it seems to have done just the opposite. I have to wonder for how long, though."
"Hu-man, is male?"
"Yes, very much so."
>Cocking her head, the elf-harpy's eyes glaze over, at once dumbfounded and intensely curious, the minotaur reaching up to grab the apple from her, grunting amusedly.
"Good. How far oth-ers? No want inter-up-tion now."
"Oh, they won't be arriving for at least a couple minutes.. unless they sneak through the barracks."

Anonymous

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 13 Oct 2015 01:31:51 No.25053280 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25054696

>>25040615

>Pausing from the midnight luncheon to lick her lips, the aquamarine mare sniffs in a small, derisive manner, ears swiveled away from you towards the minibar.
[Kingdom Crystal Pony] "I am pleased that even a human may acknowledge there is no substitute for proper treatment and care. Perhaps there is hope for your kind after all."
>Visibly bristling at the question, one vitriol filled lime eye rotates towards you, the mare's lips parting in a hostile smile.
[Kingdom Crystal Pony] "I would far rather deafen your offensive self permanently, or perhaps, should I blind your foul eyes instead? Choose what cruelties you would prefer and I may be merciful, unlike those whom dared call free ponies their 'possessions'."
>Blithely returning to devour a small batch of roasted red potatoes, a small tail wish is given in response, head tipping back and eyeing the empty plate morosely.
[Kingdom Crystal Pony] "There is nothing more I need know of humans, thus I am taking my leave."
>Pushing herself off the chair, the Crystal mare turns to bow her head at Allys, then skirts about the table, head held high in the air as she clips towards the main doors.

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 13 Oct 2015 02:54:51 No.25054034 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25055050

>Belltower: UPCA, The Duchess Deal

>2 Ambush tokens.
>"Consider this place already wrecked and soon to be kek'd then~!"
>Streaking from post to post and cackling madly, Belltower forgoes checking for traps to focus on rapid movement, leaving only a single tiny indentation on each of the artificial gems.
[1d6+7] <Extreme Speed!
[1d6+7]
[1d6+7]

>>25040727

>1 Ambush token.
>Virtually sprinting up the wall faster than your hands could keep up, you perform the equivalent of snowboarder's hangtime in the air past the lip, upside down and catching the barest glimpse of a colossal, multi-tailed creature, vaguely reminiscent of a deer crossed with a fox, sitting in the center of the Silver District, along with a tiny column of.. something wispy.
>Four burning orange, triangular eyes turn with it's head towards your direction, physically shunting into the Underdark and it's familiar outlines as thirteen more of the lanterns cease to function, relieving you from having to avoid whatever that was.
>Somersaulting in the air and landing on the edge of the one meter wide wall with both boots, a little close to the western edge than you would have liked, the first two mansions directly in view were three-story monstrosities of extravagance, nearly the same as the Councilierge mansions in Upper Stalliongrad.
>Starting at the third, however, luminescent sheens of wards, warning enchantments, and randomly moving 'spotlights' of some sort were faintly visible, the projected beams not only signifying possible shields but likely stunning or anti-flier measures.

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 13 Oct 2015 03:25:38 No.25054218 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25054443 >>25066319

>>25041307

>Bright green eyes snapping open, Roust takes in a suspicious, hissing inhale while her mind computes how long she'd been asleep.
>Returning the poke with a flurry of her own in the shape of hummingbirds divebombing you, she stands up, wiping her chin off on the rim and snickering diabolically.
>'I've cut back on the butter already, but I'm trying to decide whether I should ask Tipper to assign Nova to be filly caretaker instead of Mercy. She is not what I would call responsible judging by how often she passes out, so I think it might be best to replace Allys with Mist Dancer while they are here.'
>Blinking once to clear her eyes, the Vanguard swings her gaze around the growing room, and upon finding nothing more to be harvested or planted, trods out to the main room, cracking a half-grin.
>'I'll do that later since you seem like you want to do something, should I get the mushrooms?'

>>25041427

>Flopping over on the beanbag while Hodch continues speaking, Nibbles curls into a ball, staring up at the ceiling in wonder.
"I really don't want to talk about where, and the radishes are starting to scare me. Well.. I suppose I can still go with you, in a fashion. Nibbles, hop to!"
>Rolling off and landing on all fours, the light blue batcat leaps into the air, wings flapping rapidly to keep her in a hover, staring at you with true curiousness.
"I do, but I'm not real happy at the moment thinking about it. She'll be fine so long as there aren't any other Moor cats around, or cows, don't know why she hates them so much. If you need me, just tap the Moon Orb and it'll let me know. Nibs, you be nice to him, he's a friend of the family, got it?"
>Rolling her eyes in an oddly intelligent motion, Nibbles flaps up a bit higher, then dives down to park on your helmet, claws scrabbling for a moment before landing on your pack.
>Deciding to instead belly flop on your left shoulder, another snickering hiss is heard, along with a pawing sensation.

Clemency !f/LjycW0U2

Clemency !f/LjycW0U2 Tue 13 Oct 2015 04:05:25 No.25054443 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25054889

>>25054218
"Uhhhh....Radishes? Oh thanks. I owe you one."
>So no other cats
>Or cows
>Finicky cat
>Meh, some some cats are like that
>Clem follows the batcat's flight with his head
>Upon seeing the creature land on his shoulder, Clem tries to stroke its head
"Come on little fella, let's see if we can get Valden some help..."
>With that, he leaves the room and the library and heads over to the translocation stone in the pagoda
>Pulling out the note, he puts in the sequence of the Star Court's mansion
>Raising the visor and letting the helmet hang a little to the back of his neck, Clem steps through the portal

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 13 Oct 2015 04:41:33 No.25054592 Report Delete

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>Nova Flicker

>>25043053

>As the final rune is input onto the stone, a winding, dim, multi-hued tunnel instantly surrounds you, becoming weightless while the distinct lack of anything mindbending makes the transit relatively uninteresting.
>That is, until being deposited on a light granite circle, your stomach churning in insane fluctuations, immediately forcing you to cover your mouth with a hoof, the sensation passing quickly enough that it seemed no long term effects would occur.

>Waking up from her impromptu nap, a warm carnelian coated unicorn, obviously a mare from her complete lack of visible musculature, stands up several feet from the stone, shushing a feminine, monotone crystalline voice with a disparaging noise.
>Turning around after shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, two-toned garnet and aquamarine mane flying, two bright, softly pointed star-shaped pupils land on you.
>A static crackle in the background causing her to frown, the visually appealing Ward tilts her head, then offers a polite smile.
"Good evening. I presume you are.."
>Trailing off for a few moments to shut her eyes, the unicorn mare tips her head the other way, odd eyes opening with the same expression as before.
>'Should have let the Fortress announce her name first-'
"Sunny Feathers, correct? I am Nova Flicker, Razorback's dedicated Ward. No affiliation with the Empire Wards, mind you. I have a few simple questions to ask you, and then we may discuss payment, equipment, services, and other necessarily expens-"
>Eyes losing focus, Nova's head rocks forwards, then down, bouncing lightly on her chest.. then snaps up barely ten seconds later, speaking through the interruption and pointing a forehoof at the various couches collected in the pagoda.
"Expenses, if there are any, so please, be seated."

Thrill--Collins !!/7XBlgSH75Y

Thrill--Collins !!/7XBlgSH75Y Tue 13 Oct 2015 04:41:43 No.25054593 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25055245

>>25038529

>Okay. Maybe this was the straightforward part.
>Then again, this was Equestria after all. Where everything refused to make sense.
>Especially that warning coming through the pagoda about Construct satellites. Collins felt the unease bristle through his body.
>They were being watched. They'd been watched all along. And they could probably strike whenever they wanted to.
>Collins had been in this story once before. He knew how it ended.

"Yeah...well...let's hope we still have a home to return to."

>And how the hell were people round here getting computers and video games? Wish disks?
>Risking their security and home because they wanted to play on consoles seemed like such a stupid idea, Collins thought.
>Pong didn't even seem like a particularly thrilling game to begin with!
>Internally shrugging, the mercenary looked down, taking the hoofband from Naliyna's mouth and silently appraising it.
>There was probably a marriage joke somewhere that he'd missed the opportunity for.

"Well, I'm not gonna say no to something free...though it does look like this has been doing the whole 'fire protection' thing for quite a while now. Guess it's still good at it's job."

>Collins slid the hoofband over his left wrist.
>Having this ring of molten jewelry melt to your skin during an actual fire seemed like a massive breach of advertising standards.
>Collins didn't even want to make the blatantly obvious joke about Naliyna making him hard.
>Adjusting the jewelry to fit, Collins looked down at the crystal mare, then at the stone.

"...Alright. Now are we good to go?"

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 13 Oct 2015 05:02:23 No.25054696 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25055352

>>25053280
>He wanted a fucking cigar.
>To celebrate for not being killed on the spot by that mare.
>And his fuck up.
>To busy worrying about being patronizing only made him more patronizing then he ever could of dreamed.
>MMMMM THE DELICIOUS FUCKING IRONY.
>Truly, he was the most qualified when it came to flapping his tongue.
>And of course he still wanted to go to the Empire.
>The Empire where the Lorekeepers, the Ethereals, the Wards, the Wardens and two generations are at each others throats.
>You know, that place where he had to show off his talking skills. Same skill that pony and Nal had the misfortune of conserving with.
"I'm biting off more than I can chew here..."
>"No point having a pity party for one, I have stuff to deliver."
>Maybe he aught to let his actions speak for him, feign the inability to talk.
>Nah..That'll just blow up in his face one way or another.

>"Get off your ass and bite the bullet dammit, don't let a few hickups eat at you."
>Waiting for the Crystal Pony to be out the doors and well in her path for the Clinic, Lont got up from the table with a sigh.
>It could of honestly gone worse.
>"Just learn from this experience, It'll help me if or when I run into -her- again. Maybe I might get a name out of it."
>Speaking of names, knowing ponies, this'll spread around the base in no time.
>Joy, just what he wanted, more damn rumors circulating.

>Leaving the Mess Hall with a wave at Allys (whom had every right to judge him), Lont returned to the armoury.
>"You know, maybe I should just get Derpy the Mailmare to deliver everything while I search for a cigar."

Sunny !FlareDy136

Sunny !FlareDy136 Tue 13 Oct 2015 05:15:11 No.25054736 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25055467

>>25054592

>Sunny, tried not to scrunch at the sleepy mare, and barely managed to not check out her frame too much.
>Soft... Supple...
>Professional!
"Yes, ma'am."
>She gazed around the pagoda and picked the nearest seat, settling on it belly down and attentive.
>She mentally kicked herself in the flank as a reminder to behave professionally, but there was something about this mare that lowered her guard.
>Sunny clenched her teeth imperceptibly lightly and kept both ears pricked forwards.
"Ask away, ma'am."

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 13 Oct 2015 05:56:53 No.25054836 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25057227

>>25045160

>Halting from a broken litany of curses in earth pony, Common, and Imperial, the stallion swings his head around, an angry expression rapidly turning to mere irritation.
>Water dripping off from his shaggy coat, he looks up at you, down at his snoot, then up, finally lifting a forehoof, the tip delicately poking at a number of pencil sized holes across his nose, speaking with a stiff, pained tone.
"Can't make burning stop, water helps, but not enough-"
>Swinging back around quickly, he dunks his head under the water, bubbles of air surfacing along with what might be angry burbles.

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 13 Oct 2015 06:13:44 No.25054889 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25059285

>Nibbles, the Moor Cat Hero!
>..sort of.

>>25054443

"Just.. just don't ask, I don't think I can ever look at one the same way again. Talk later, right now I just need to calm down-"
>The Moon Orb's transmission ceases after hearing what might be a concerned sigh, or a shiver of fear.
>Instantly smacking her head into your palm, Nibbles rolls her face in it, emitting a loud, happy purr, tail swishing rapidly.
>Stretching out over your shoulder as you walk out, the Nebelong Moor cat stares around, confusedly trying to understand the wide open spaces.
>Ignoring the pagoda's significance, she sniffs towards the paper, not quite understanding it's importance, but manages to tear her gaze from it, down to the Vortex Remnant's eyes opening below you, tail flicking back and forth in recognition.

>Immediately transitioning into a soothingly colored white and blue metallic tunnel, Nibbles perks up, sticking her tongue out in a vain attempt to taste the strangenesses, then gives up with an exasperated meow.
>Landing lightly atop a polished quartz and amethyst circle, a fairly dim, yet ornately gothic room greets you, a single window to the left, with false sunlight streaming through it, drawing your attention from the four chairs in the center.
>Sprawled across the chair closest to the window, a stately, older royal blue unicorn mare wearing a frilly purple night robe cracks two light pink eyes open, rotating them upwards to study you.
>Making no effort to conceal either the hints of her teats from the spread out position, or the lower half of her right foreleg missing, replaced by an amethyst replica held on by a swirling black, purple, and blue sphere, the left hoof lifts slightly, dropping down as a sleepy, mature noblemare's voice reaches out to you.
"Greetings, human. I've little idea why you are here, but please, sit, and speak with me."

Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9

Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9 Tue 13 Oct 2015 06:59:49 No.25055050 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25063866

>>25054034
>Scaling the wall, far faster than he had anticipated, and pulling off a surprising flip in the air and landing atop of the three-foot wide wall.
>He takes a second to gather and re-settle himself, grinning under his mask.
>'Heh, that was fucking cool.'
>Jeff thinks back quickly on the creature he saw, not really sure what it was.
>It was gone now, but he wasn't sure if it'd return or not.
>Not wanting to bother Belltower with it, he wakes up the strangely-quiet eldritch knife, instead.
>"Risk, eyes open. I just saw some rather large deer-foxlike creature with four eyes and several tails faze into the Underdark. You wouldn't happen to know what it was, do you?"
>Awaiting the knife's reply, The Nightbalde walks the marble wall towards the third mansion in line, which was barred down like a fortress.
>Spotlights, barriers, alarms, the whole shebang.
>No guards, though. Maybe they're inside.
>Nearing the mansion, Jeff takes a kneel and scans over the home's three floor to get an idea how many were inhabiting it.
[1d6+10] <Void Sight
>"Bell, I'm at the mansion, I'm guessing. It has some sort of spotlights, warning enchantments, and what look like flier and stun barriers too. I'm sure you know a way in, anyway."
>But he didn't, which raised the question.
>Placing a fist under his covered chin, Jeff looks over the mansion pensively.
>Given the information on hand, how would HE get in?
[1d6+1] <B.Meditate
[1d6+1]

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 13 Oct 2015 07:59:05 No.25055245 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25067822

>Remostrine Naliyna

>>25054593

>Rolling the announcement back through her mind, Naliyna blanks out for half a minute, the right side of her face contorting confusedly.
"I.. don't even know what half of those things are, but if Constructs have been listening in for so long then why haven't they done anything? Something just doesn't sound right with that."
>Shaking her head quickly at the thoughts, she manages to not lick your hand at passing the band over, instead giving you a look of pure, unrelenting deviousness.
"You know.. I might have to find another one of those next spring. Or maybe two.."
>Leaving the threat, or whatever it was, hanging in the air, a snicker followed by a tail swish across the back of your legs serves as her answer, poking the center of the stone.
"Yep! Hey you, take us to the Empire City-State, Northern Markets stone please!"

[1d6] <Event
[1d6] <Reaction

>Popping into a bright white and blue tunnel, the transition only lasts a couple seconds this time, sliding both of you off onto a gleaming crystal circle.
>As usual, the amount of night life in the City-State was nominal at best, the entirety of the expansive Market's movement and voices clustered far south, although it was still uncomfortably bright to your eyes.
>Lifting a knee to rub her nose for a minute, Naliyna takes a deep inhale, pauses, then sneezes, shaking her head quickly.
"Ugh, burnt hay fries.. I swear there's only one pony who could do that."

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 13 Oct 2015 08:37:42 No.25055352 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25055476 >>25055820

>>25043860

>With the southern surgical suite's door closing behind you, the clinic itself was devoid of life, except for Tipper up front, snoring quietly on her couch.
>Turning to the right surgical suite door where you presume Lejura still had to be, you find it closed, and the door's lever wouldn't pull forwards to open.
>After ten seconds, however, the lever is pushed downwards, the door swinging open on it's own, the Saddle Arabian mare's voice drifting out to you sleepily.
"Whom wishes to speak? Lejura was resting her eyes."

>>25054696

>Staring back at the Crystal mare, then towards you, Allys cocks her head far to the side, letting out a squeak of confusion.
>'What.. what just happened? Why's she so angry?'
>Managing to blink once, the pregnant pegasus waits until you leave, then sits up, sliding off the couch and across the floor, intent on hunting her down, gritting her teeth with an equally maddened expression.
>'Nopony needs to be that pissed off in my mess hall!'

>Except for several Operators removing batteries and packing away their electronics, the Armory was otherwise quiet, the other humans leaving in quick succession.
>Popping into reality with a shower of lemon scented bubbles, the gray mailmare in question sways around the central table, crashing into the floor underneath it and waving a hoof rapidly.
"Somepony said you wanted to send a letter, that'll be two Bits each please!"

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 13 Oct 2015 09:07:02 No.25055467 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25055710

>Nova Flicker

>>25054736

>Smiling once more, this time in dismissive politeness, the carnelian Ward shakes her head slightly, turning to the south and quietly clopping towards a thick pink sofa.
"Please just call me Nova. As well, you need not call most here ma'am, sir, or their derivatives, Razorback has very few titles."
>Climbing onto the plush couch and turning around, also giving you a good view of her luxurious coat and soft, expressive flanks, Nova Flicker's eyes unfocus once more.
>Collapsing on her left side for several seconds, she rolls upright onto her chest, clearing her throat and visibly struggling to keep from laughing, whether from your words or her bouts of narcolepsy wasn't apparent.
"There is no need to be so formal Sunny, I am merely a medic here. There are Guard members, both current and reservist here, but they mostly keep to themselves, yet there are some retired military that live here year round."
>Crossing her forelegs primly, the Ward tilts her head to the right, this time in thought, her ears twitching in calm motions.
"I am required to ask what your primary and secondary skills are, how many years of experience you have with them, and if you have any significant lack of capabilities. In addition, I must know any medical troubles you have had, or are currently experiencing, so that I may record and relay them to our resident doctor in case you may require specific treatment. Please, take your time in answering, there is no hurry."

Novus !UudpX9O7aw

Novus !UudpX9O7aw Tue 13 Oct 2015 09:09:11 No.25055476 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25064871

>>25055352
>Novus walks on into the suite, a bit of a sigh escaping from his mask, and masks his frustrations with a cheery tone
"Its only me Lejura, how are you? Feeling better than we last met?"
>He walks in, looking over the Saddle Arabian mare, muttering something
"How is your leg, by the way?"

Sunny !FlareDy136

Sunny !FlareDy136 Tue 13 Oct 2015 09:58:00 No.25055710 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25064957

>>25055467

>Sunny shifted and tapped her fore hooves together, eyeing the sleepy ward, and not her flanks.
>Those so-
>Her face, not her flanks.
>The mare felt like flying off in a panic, even though she knew that was impossible.
"Alright, Nova, I'm trained in the Pegasus melee combat doctrine, primarily with light wingblades, along with basic skills in hoof-to-hoof, both are of the ground variety since flight is beyond my abilities."
>Sunny unconsciously twitches her wings at the final part of her sentence, noticing and refolding them back to her sides firmly.
"My other skills include stealth and ambush tactics along with basic scoutsmare as part of my more specialised training. I have approximately eight years of experience with all of these.
>Sunny rolled her single eye up towards the roof of the Pagoda and paused a moment.
"I also have some unofficial training in Alchemy, for which I've been practicing for eighteen years."
>The Pegasus thought for a moment to mention her knot tying skills, but thought better of it as it may be taken the wrong way.
"As for medical troubles, obviously you can tell I'm blind in one eye, and I've mentioned that I'm unable to fly. That's due to several fractures along both wings that impeded proper development during foalhood. I don't require treatment for either."
>Sunny continued to shuffle, unable to quite keep herself uncomfortable enough to stay alert, her ears beginning to flick around at every minor sound.
>Her eye was everywhere but on Nova.
"I think that's about it, ma- Nova."

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 13 Oct 2015 10:16:22 No.25055820 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25055987 >>25065321

>>25055352

>As Lont stood in the entrance of the Armoury as he waited for the other Operators to leave, he watched as they packed away their stuff, some bearing saddened looks.
>"Are those game consoles? And that's a music player. Wait, that laptop has porn on i-"
>Snapping his eyes away as the Operator in question finished pulling the battery out and stuffing both items away in a box along with the rest of the electronic devices, he gave them all cheerful small talk as the trio past him pretending none the wiser.

>Closing the doors behind the three, the Operator spun around at the sound of a clumsy pony hitting the ground.
>Seeing Derpy like that made him chuckle.
"Hey there Derpy. Yeah I got all these letters for you along with a note."
>Going over to his locker and snatching the tied bundle of letters for Luna, he placed it on the table the Pegasus was under.
"There, lemme get your bits."
>Fishing out the right amount of currency as the Mailmare wiggled out from under the table, he gave the coins to her waiting hooves before giving her a sneaky nose boop with his thumb.
"Lords of Metal your are cute."

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 13 Oct 2015 10:42:18 No.25055987 Report Delete

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>>25055820
*you are cute

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Surplus !iOASB9ZGyY

Surplus !iOASB9ZGyY Tue 13 Oct 2015 13:15:36 No.25057227 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25065321

>>25054836
>Grimmacing, he looks to the bottle of alcohol in his hand. This is not a good option. But it could be the only help he could offer.

"Uhh, I can maybe help disinfect... Your holes, but it would not help the burning or pain... Maybe make that pain worse..."

>He looked to the bottle again, and visibly winced.

"I could dillute it a bit but that still will burn like hell. You need something like..."

>Oh wait
>Checking his rear pocket, there was still the flask, half full. Unscrewing the cap let a strong waft of alcohol drift in the air.

"Take a swig and pour some in... Hope vodka is okay."

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 13 Oct 2015 13:21:51 No.25057265 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25057573 >>25057796

>Unknown, Spooky Floating Castle: Brume Gale & Sparking Fleur

>Antlers ramming at the statue ponies solid legs, Brume was only able inflict shallow gouges into the limbs before being forced to jump away. 189/200HP
"W-what are they doing?!"
>Suddenly being lifted into the air, somehow, Sparky's world tumbles around as she tries to gets to grips with her surroundings.
>By lashing her tendrils at the stone ponies.
[1d6+1] M.Melee
[1d6+1]
[1d6+1]
[1d6+1]

[1d6+10] >Resist

>Seeing Sparky being carried on the collective heads and backs of the fake ponies, Gale charged again, aiming randomly to try and dislodge the group.
[1d6+6] E.Melee
[1d6+6]
[1d6+6]
[1d6+7] >Charge

[1d6+10] >Resist

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>>25050918
>Unless you wanted to spend time searching each and every room or take some of the furniture in the dormitories hall, there was nothing worth taking.
>Not even notes or newspapers to snag like back in the Foyer.

>>25051081
>Back in the Dining Hall, you briskly move over towards the other door as fast as your invisible body could take without being revealed.
>Keeping to the opulent wall, you notice the lengthy table was covered in empty plates and bowls with signs of a feast having just happened.
>Stepping inside the new room, you discover it is a pony kitchen, and much like the Mess Halls, it had large Heatstones in its centre.
>The atmosphere was heady with recent corollary activities.
>Scanning the room, you could not find any other door.

[1d100] 875/1000M

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Tue 13 Oct 2015 13:54:46 No.25057573 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25059415

>>25057265
>finding nothing of real interest here, the knight turns and heads across the dining hall, headed for the door directly opposite the gilded door he'd gone through previously
[1d6]> B. Perception
[1d6]

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Tue 13 Oct 2015 14:19:23 No.25057796 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25059415

>>25051081
*"Alright, bugging out back to the others. Don't run into anything you can't handle, okay? Over."*
>>25057265
>Starts retracing my steps, going back the way we came.

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Clemency !f/LjycW0U2 Tue 13 Oct 2015 16:42:50 No.25059285 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25065719

>>25054889
>Clem looks around the room of the mansion
>"Has an antique feeling... must be the sunlight and the rug."
>Spotting the blue unicorn, Clem eyes her
>"Hmph. A bit lewd, but prostethics? That's interesting..."
>Hearing her speak, Clem walks over to the chair opposite of her and takes a seat
"Hello. My name is Clemency and the cat on my shoulder is Nibbles."
>Clem looks over to the cat and the orb embedded in her collar
>"Only when it gets hard. Or whenever Mrs. Noble needs more persuasion."
"About me being here, well, I'm here about the proposal that I assume Keldon would've told you about."

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 13 Oct 2015 16:53:22 No.25059415 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25060190 >>25060550

>Unknown, Spooky Floating Castle: Brume Gale & Sparking Fleur

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>Hooves and antlers flailing, they inevitably strike at the same stone pony Gale previously assaulted, creating snaking hair thin cracks at its side. The druids head throbbing from constant use. 168/200HP
"Aaargh you stupid rock! Let her go!"
>At that, the statues collectively tossed Sparky into the gap separating the Outer and Inner Courts, her keens of terror drowned out by onrushing winds.
[1d6+1] M.Melee (Hold)
[1d6+1]
[1d6+1]
[1d6+1]

"IREGRETSAYINGANYTHING!"
>Wooden tendrils slithering into the magically saturated compact earth that held the Castle Mansion in the air, the Pred-Elk didn't dare look down. Dangling hindlegs shaking with fear at not feeling solid earth under them.
"Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap-"
>Returning her attention from her precarious sister to the group of fake ponies, Bright stepped backwards as they slowly march onto the bridge after her.
"Ffffffudge..."

>>25057573
>The door had glass squares in it, letting you see outside into the garden.
>Apart from the high altitude constantly rustling the blooming flowerbeds and producing trees, it appeared safe to traverse.
>With a weak tug, the exit opens.

>Now in the garden, you tap at the Translocation Stone, which splutters in response before going silent.
>Guess being abandoned for how many years has caught the Remnant off guard.

>>25057796
>Back in the Dining Hall, you see the way leading out to the back garden was fully open.
>Checking around you as you stalked towards the exit, you saw the whole room was different now.
>Everything was run down, broken, rotten and ruined. Just like that place you, Bubba and Bright Amber explored months back.

[1d100] 892/1000M

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Tue 13 Oct 2015 18:02:24 No.25060190 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25070133

>>25059415
>[Indurian] "Aha! So there is yet hope of escape! If only the blasted contraption would wrest itself from its slumber..."
>the knight tries again to activate the stone, hoping beyond hope that the Remnant would properly recognize his requests
>he remains vigilant in doing so, however, so as to not get caught off guard by whatever may be lurking
[1d6]> B. Perception
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Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Tue 13 Oct 2015 18:33:56 No.25060550 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25070133

>>25059415
"What the fuck."
>"The entire fucking place was fooling us!"
*"Indurian, I recommend that you get out of here immediately, over."*
>With that, I start jogging back the way we came.

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 13 Oct 2015 22:47:11 No.25063756 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25067985

>Unknown Lands: Cu'Nir

>>25044509
"Fuck it, lets go."
>Disappearing from your side, you turn your head to see where she went only to get a sudden case of catbird between your legs.
>Non-sexually.
>Cooing out a pleasant laugh, the Huntsmaster bounces off the ground once before hovering, rising high over the other buildings.
>You were about to warn her of traffic, but to your surprise, oncoming Gryphons easily dodged the large Gryphoness, swooping all around you and her.
"I hope he know's ve are here, last thing I vant is to be the cause of a heart attack...Even if that is funny."

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 13 Oct 2015 22:54:44 No.25063866 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25064128

>Belltower: UPCA, The Duchess Deal

>>25055050

>Popping into existence barely two feet in front of your head, one of Risk's purple eyes gazes at you awkwardly, then inverts, the rest of the eye ring appearing and slowly swiveling outwards.
>'No?'
>'I do not know of such a creation.'
>'That would be a very strange being.'
>'I will find it if it remains still.'
[1d6+2] <Risk: Hunt Mode

>Gazing down at the twenty or so inhabitants, two of which seemed to be dying judging by their unstable forms, it occurs to you that this mansion was quite a bit larger than the one the Duchess owned and was simply the product of a paranoid mind.
>Watching the arcane defenses for a bit, you determine that it was possible to avoid them entirely either by dropping onto the ground and climbing a section that wasn't currently being scanned, or making your way around to the front gates and leaping across.

>"Huh? The Duchess we're looking for has a two story place with a bunch of fountains and some sort of underground level, I haven't seen it just yet"
>Airskipping from light to light, Belltower hangs a hard left into the southern Gold District, snapping her head over her shoulder quickly in confusion.
>"Those aren't Day or Royal Guard.. Jeff, I just saw some ponies in white armor with no trim on the northern road that I've never seen before, going to keep this up until they get wind of me-"
[1d6+6] <E.Perception
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[1d6+7] <Extended Speed~
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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9

Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9 Tue 13 Oct 2015 23:15:58 No.25064128 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25066728

>>25063866
>'Ehh...'
>Looking over the mansion, Jeff realizes he may have jumped the gun.
>This wasn't the Duchess's mansion. It was far too big.
>Not what they were here for.
>Unfortunate dying ponies, aside, he had to move on.
>Belltower confirmed his mistake, while also a warning of ponies in armor he hasn't ever heard of before.
>And he really researched the hell out of faction armor appearances.

>"Blank white armor? I've never heard of that before. I'll keep heading East and look for the Duchess's mansion. Good luck."
>Turning East on top of the wall, Jeff gets wary.
>Holding his Honeybadger low in his right hand Jeff bolts across the marble wall, scanning the mansions for the Duchess's description.
>First off, he'll look for any two-story mansions with fountains.
[1d6+8] <Second Rush: Speed
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[1d6+4] <M.Perception
[1d6+7] <AdvNVG
[1d6+7] <AdvThermals

Snakebite !!sF7ucFNVsmX

Snakebite !!sF7ucFNVsmX Tue 13 Oct 2015 23:28:08 No.25064284 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25066893

>>25005042
>"Okay, whatever i'm doing I gotta do it fast."
>"Gotta stop the ones still bleeding, sew her closed, and make sure she heals."
>Quickly moving about the room, I retrieve a bottle of styptic solution and PLENTY of bandages and dressing from the cabinet, and get the sutures and a couple bottles of restoration from the trauma kit.
>"First thing's first."
>Applying some of the antihemorrhagic to a cloth, I carefully wipe the wounds that continue to bleed.
>I know she probably can't feel anything at all wight now, but I can't resist the overwhelming urge to treat the pony gingerly.
>"Next is stitching."
>"Fug."
>I tread the needle, and stop just before touching her with it.
>"don'tfuckupdon'tfuckupdon'tfuckup."
>I take a deep breath.
>"If she trusts me, I guess I should, too."
>My breathing, and hands notable steadier, I insert the needle and pull it through. Over and over. Until every cut is sewn shut and tied closed with a constrictor knot, though sometimes not a very pretty one.
>Not until finishing do I shake the fear that she will bolt awake, screaming in agony from the pain I'm causing.
>As I finish the last knot, I heave a sigh of relief.
>"No more of the scary stuff."
>My whole body feeling lighter, I merrily finish the operation by applying restoration to each wound (a more liberal dose on the larger ones) and dressing each one with the large pile of cloth that I prepared.
>I step back and fall into the chair behind me, my work complete.

[1d6] < B. Medical
[1d6]
[1d6+15] < Clinic supplies
[1d6+20] < Surgical Suite
[1d6+10] < Trauma Kit

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Wed 14 Oct 2015 00:03:33 No.25064871 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25068213

>>25055476

>Door closing after you and locking, a dim silver ear twitches on the surgical bed, head lifting up a bit, then setting down with a snort of boredom.
"Come in you must if time presses you not. Perhaps she would be, yet with company scarce, Lejura has resorted to counting objects for passing time."
>Lying on her left side facing the rear wall, most of Lejura's bandages had been removed, replaced by smaller silk dressings, while the large burn patches had begun fading, most of them returning to dim silvery skin, though none of the hair had begun growing back.
>Shifting her head on the pillow, her right hoof, propped up by a couple of pillows, wiggles a bit, followed by a stiff sigh.
"Kesh Nova has assured Lejura that she will walk in two weeks perhaps, but to run will be three or four. Time is all she has now, to wait.. and be waited upon."

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Wed 14 Oct 2015 00:09:16 No.25064957 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25066441 >>25067160

>>25055710

"Appreciable skills in.. grounded combat only? That may come in quite hoofy for many situations."
>Valiantly keeping her mental focus in line, Nova glances down, popping a small notepad and a borrowed pencil onto her legs, the pencil jotting down details and details quickly.
"An excellent skirmisher and ambusher with low visibility, very well."
>Tilting her head up, an eyebrow raises at the mention of unofficial training, then lowers, flipping the page over and labeling the reverse.
"A very useful skill to have. There are several ponies here whom can train you in advanced alchemical functions, including a former Tower Guard and the former Honor Guard's sole doctor."
>Looking up, the Ward squints, studying both wings for a minute, filling the current page with notes.
"Visual radius and possible depth perception decreased, lack of flight characteris-"
>Head slumping down onto the notepad, the carnelian unicorn's eyes shut, snoring lightly for several minutes.
>Waking up just as you were about to get up, Nova Flicker rubs her nose sleepily, then continues writing.
"Characteristics, standard treatment unsuitable, but will refer myself for advanced treatment at a later date.."
>Flipping the cover closed with an interested expression, Nova tilts her head to the left with a calm, polite smile.
"Excellent, I think that is all for physical capabilities and capacities. Now I would like to ask about any fears, addictions, or negative emotional characteristics you may have. We-"
>Nodding towards the pagoda's northern exit.
"Have a large number of allies ranging from former Honor Guard to Lunar Guard, several Starborn, several gryphons, and every race of pony on Tallus live here as permanent inhabitants, except for Saddle Arabians, thus I do need to know if you may have problems with certain ones."

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Wed 14 Oct 2015 00:19:06 No.25065139 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25067028 >>25067481

>Canterlot, Duo Whell Estate: Merry Duo Whell

>>25015294
>Standing her ground with albeit shaking legs, Duo's muzzle lightly parts in a sneer, the crowfeet around her eyes clawing deeper as she squinted with unrivaled hate at the masked pony.
>"Who -are- you, WHAT are you?!"
"I...I a-accept, just, please. Spare my ponies."
>Chortling with an air of gratification, the Liquidator brushes the pieces of marble around with their hoof as they silently considered the defeated Merry Duo Whell.
"What to do what to do what to do~"
[1d3]
>1: The Good
>2: The Bad
>3: The Ugly
"~With, Lady, Merry, Duo, Whell~"

>>25041466
>Nose sniffing as it hung over the edge, the Maidmare's expression turned from annoyance at Corsen's odd behavior to uncertainty.
"I smell a lot of blood, magic residue and a few stinky ponies."
>Being a mare of cleanliness had its perks, like being able to sniff out ponies that haven't bathed away the lather from their coats. Although, the fierce desperate fighting might be why that is.
>"I hope I don't have to clean anypony up."

>Grasping the hoof handles of the double doors, you jostle them gently to see if the locks were activated.
>And indeed they were, you even caught the muted shimmer of a ward activating as you backed away.
>That must be the reason how the Royal Guard wasn't able to burst through the wooden portals.
>You could not hear anything from the stairs, for some reason they were not barging up to the second floor.
>Something was off.

"Corsen, look!"
>The hushed voice of the Maidmare summoned you over to her side, laying on the floor, an invisible-ish hoof pointed towards the Foyers' entrance.
"It's Lady Duo, what is she doing, why does she have her backs to us?"
>As she wondered, you glanced down into the floor below, where you saw the rest of the Royal Guards and others gathered.
>They had the rest of Duo's ponies surrounded, who were either dead, dying or wounded.
>The dead Royal was being inspected, whom was being looted of possessions.

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Wed 14 Oct 2015 00:31:54 No.25065321 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25067152 >>25157843

>>25055820

>Lifting a hoof to her head and shaking it quickly, the bubbly mailmare stands up, trotting out from under the table and gazes up at you with a friendly smile.
"Hello again! I'll wait until you have them ready."
>Hopping onto the tail and flipping her right saddlebag open, Derpy Hooves leans down, carefully pushing the letters in, then closes it.
>...
>She seemed to have started her own mail company, seeing as how the Canterlot Royal Mail Service logo had been removed, and was replaced with a comical rendering of a gray pegasus with stuffed mailbags carrying a box between it's front hooves.
>Opening the right and tossing the hoofful of coins inside, the gray pegasus sneezes at the boop, eyes crossing and switch order, the left one traveling upwards, the right downwards.
>Batting your hand with a giggle, Derpy lifts her left wing for a trout-eyed salute, then pops apart in a shower of bubbles.
"Thank you for you business, I'll deliver these right away!"

>>25057227

>Pulling his head out with a ragged gasp, the earth stallion shakes his head for several seconds, water flying in every direction.
>Turning about to face you, his nostrils flare with an apprehensive, cold glare towards his snout.
>'Poison? Tiny spines? Toxin? Should never chase strange rabbits down again. Ever.'
>Holding perfectly still for a bit, the shaggy earth pony grunts, lifting his nose up and gritting his teeth.
"Will get drunk later and see doctor. Vodka fine, just.. pour on holes, need to know if has any effect."

Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9

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Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9 Wed 14 Oct 2015 00:49:46 No.25065594 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25067698

>>25051628

FINA 1 Turn Remaining

>Reeling back in annoyance, Pareidolia exhales as Barlen lunges forward
>He lowers his stance and raises his left boot, timing his pushoff to use Barlen's head as a platform
>Vaulting himself over Barlen's prone form, he splays his left hand out, discharging bolts of electricity into the ram's back

[1d6+2]< E. Movement + FINA
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[1d6+3]< Lightning Strike + FINA
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>Rolling once upon landing on his side, he props himself up on his left knee, standing up and raising his guard against Barlen

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Wed 14 Oct 2015 01:00:23 No.25065719 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25066982

>Nibbles, The Moor Cat Hero!

>>25059285

>Pawing your shoulder as you sit down on the luxuriously soft cushion, the Nebelong Moor cat sprawls out even further, nose twitching in the air.
[1d6+3] <Batcat Senses
[1d6+3]

>Lifting the artificial leg in a proper greeting, and clucking her tongue at Nibbles, the unicorn mare slowly rolls onto her chest, putting on a welcoming, if not still sleepy, smile.
"I recognize your name a bit.. ah, you were here once to speak with Princess Cadence two years ago, and as for your feline friend there, I remember that event well. Does Sehr Hodch still despise that Crystal Knight?"
>Smiling at Nibbles making an exaggerated nod, then amusedly snicker-hissing with a flap of her wings, she lets out a quiet laugh.
"Very good! Make sure to never let him forget that! Now then, allow me to welcome both of you to the Star Court's headquarters-in-exile. I am quite sure you do not know of me, but I am Baroness Celery Souffle."
>Dipping her head with an amused smile, her ears twitch at the Moor cat unleashes a long, plaintively exasperated meow, eyes narrowing while her tail lashes back and forth in annoyance.
"Oh, do cease, that IS my real name!"
>Head tipping back to laugh aerily, the Baroness waves her false leg in a dismissive motion, then gazes upon you with a small, humored shrug of her front shoulders.
"Despite her intellect, Nibbles has a very odd sense of humor. Then again, I do not scent other Moor cats upon you, thus it would be difficult to explain. Safe to say, they are quite intelligent, but nearly as lazy as the average batpony."
>Punctuating Souffle's last remark with another annoyed meow, Nibbles calms herself while the royal blue unicorn tips her head a fraction, frowning slightly.
"I see. We have received several letters from both General Valden and Captain Keldon, yet they have declined to send a representative of their own each time they have responded. Do you know much of their situation?"

Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0

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Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0 Wed 14 Oct 2015 02:07:39 No.25066319 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25068013

>>25054218
>Ooh, snappy!
>Trying and failing to defend himself against the onslaught of hummingbirds, Hollow shakes himself and grins at Roust, a snicker forming in his soul
>"Cutting back on butter is one thing, but I think both of us are in need of some action, and not the lewd kind! And are you sure you want such a boring narcoleptic like Nova in charge of kids? Not that Mercy is exactly a shining example of motherly instinct...as for Allys, what having Mist Dancer take over her job? I don't see why not..."
>Shrugging at the Vanguard, Hollow watches her as she looks around the room, and Stares at her as she starts walking out
>"You'd best get several of each...because now that we have a moment of freedom, we can finally do something I've putting off for ages now...it must've been a year at this point. If my scribbles in this notebook are to be trusted, Naliyna told me about a changeling...something out in the...wastelands...ah well, I've got the portal directions here. Shall we take a look? We could even rope somebody else around the Fortress into helping."
>Tapping Roust on the nose with the old notebook, a smile of expectation spread across Hollow's face
>Finally, something interesting might start happening

Sunny !FlareDy136

Sunny !FlareDy136 Wed 14 Oct 2015 02:18:00 No.25066441 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25067160 >>25068152

>>25064957

>Sunny tilted her head, displaying reserved amusement at Nova's narcoleptic fits, patiently listening and watching as she took down her notes.
>At the mention of 'negative emotional characteristics', however, Sunny pinned her ears back for a brief moment before snapping them back up.
"U-Uh, well I suppose it should be known that I don't... Deal well with, uh... Other ponies. O-On a personal level, that is, I'm more than capable of maintaining a working professional relationship, but more than that is uncomfortable for all involved."
>The mare twitched her ears around some more, her eye roving her surroundings without quite paying attention to anything.
"I should also mention that I don't care much for Princess Celestia, I won't bother you with the why's, but i'd rather not be in the same room with her."
>She looks angry for a brief moment before going back to her neutral expression, finally sitting still and letting herself relax, even if only a bit.
"No addictions, no notable fears apart from what anypony experiences from time to time."
>...
"Hale and hearty of mind for the most part."

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Wed 14 Oct 2015 02:46:10 No.25066728 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25067914

>Belltower: UPCA, The Duchess Deal

>>25064128

>Phasing the other eyes away, Risk's green eye opens, gazing westwards and speaking in an annoyed tone.
>'I have found the being you spoke of.'
>'It is a primeval of the Overdark.'
>'Difficult to explain my knowledge of it, or them.'
>'I suggest ignoring the creature as it is watching an event of death occurring in that location.'

>Shutting down all but one of the southern street's lights, Belltower lands atop the last one, pausing from stabbing he gem inside, her mental tone disgruntled.
>"Got a real good luck at them, they're not former or current Guard. Might be the royalty's hired thugs in new uniforms, but gotta make sure-"
>Leaving the lantern gem alone, the batmare crouches, leaping upwards, wings flapping hard to gain altitude.
>"I'm going to check these ponies out first, see if I can take that unicorn down or capture it, let me know if you find what we're looking for!"
[1d6+6] <E.Bateyes~
[1d6+6]
[1d6+6]
[1d6+7] <Extra Speed!
[1d6+7]
[1d6+7]

>Timing the roving arcane patterns as best as possible, you notice a deepening shift into the Underdark as you take off, every step partially replaced by a sensation of accelerated gliding.
>Passing over the first pseudo-spotlight, it halts for a bit, then triggers a faint static alarm, though you were well past it, reaching the fourth mansion's dividing wall, halfway across it as a softened vibration triggers a second ward into action.
>It seemed that the royalty's newfound paranoia was a double edged blade.

>Suddenly vigilant or awoken guards and enforcers turn away from their irregular patrol routes to search the southern walls, inspecting the causes with exasperated glares.
[1d6+3] <Investigation
[1d6+5] <Investigation

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Wed 14 Oct 2015 03:09:01 No.25066893 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25073969

>>25064284

>Dead asleep by the time you ready yourself, Sand remains motionless as the coagulant is applied, most of the smaller abrasions, cuts, and lacerations ceasing to bleed after ten seconds, the larger ones slowing to a bare trickle.
>The mare's breathing catches a bit at the needle penetrating her thick skin, then resumes her even inhales and exhales throughout, her fully unconscious state assuring you she wasn't in danger of waking anytime soon.
>Haphazardly covering each of the earth pony's stitched together wounds, all but a couple looking decently secure, the adhesive silk and cotton bandages are applied firmly, holding fast to her coat.
>All in all, it seemed as if you'd done a 7/10 job on her, except for nerves betraying you in several spots.

>Three quiet knocks on the clinic's main doors, a short pause, then a single one occurs, Tipper rolls about in her sleep, letting out a loud rattling snore, then continues dozing.
>Pushing the left door open, a bright aquamarine snout appears first, peering around slowly, then wrinkles at the scent of alcohol in the air.
>Slipping in and letting the door close quietly, the Crystal pony mare simply shakes her head, plodding to Tipper's couch and gazing at her amusedly.
>Glancing over her sides and determining that she need not wake the aged unicorn, she gives the doctor a slight nose bump in respect.
>Turning about and sliding across the floor to the first bed on the southern side, the mare creeps onto it, kneeling down and sprawling out.

Clemency !f/LjycW0U2

Clemency !f/LjycW0U2 Wed 14 Oct 2015 03:23:00 No.25066982 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25068382

>>25065719
>Clem seems slightly surprised that another pony outside the Fortress seems to recognize him
>Well only a little
"I remember that meeting, just a little though."
>Notice the batcat nodding to this
>Full of surprises
>Clem dips his head forward a little in respectful acknowledgement
"Pleasure to meet you, Baroness."
>Look over to the cat once again responding, he waits for their back-and-forth to to end before speaking
"To be honest, Nibbles here is the first Moor cat I seen. You're right about the intelligence part though."
>Clem leans back a bit into his chair
"Well, they requested a representative from my Company, and here I am. I only know as much about their situation as their request letter would let me know."
>Clem pats the pocket the note is in
"They're moving towards Manehatten and I assume they need supplies for it."
>Looking towards the window beaming out artificial light, Clem wonders about the time
>It was night time when he got there
>"Let's not cinch the deal yet. Besides, this court has peaked my curiosity."
"So, where are the other members of the court? Asleep I assume?"

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo Wed 14 Oct 2015 03:29:58 No.25067028 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25067481

>>25065139

>Crawling back the Maidmare's side and leaning over the edge just enough to get a grasp of the situation, the Death Cultist pushes himself back, glaring at the balcony's floor.
>'Not good.'
>Creeping back several feet, he rummages about in his medical pack for his vodka, then props them up inside, keeping his voice hushed.
"I have seen this before, it is called a hostile takeover. One party will strike a household, absorbing all property and possessions if they win."
>Quickly cutting two five inch chunks of cotton off a bandage roll, Corsen unscrews the bottle lids, dropping the new wicks down two inches, muttering as he works.
"If they lose, all possessions and loyal beings, will be absorbed by the defenders. However, the winning party often executes all those within the household save for the leader."
>Flicking his multitool out, he stares at it for a moment, then selects the largest blade, replacing the caps and screwing them down partway.
"I do not know if that is the case on this world, but it happened often on mine."
>Pausing to think through his lack of pony knowledge, he sighs to himself, then continues speaking, wrapping the bottles together with a roll of gauze, then taping them tightly.
"We must act quickly to execute these-"
>'CORPSE LOVING FOOLS-'
"Invaders.. before they find us."
>Zipping his medical pack closed and sliding back to the balcony's lip, he points down at the awl-pike below with his left hand, hefting the bottles together in his right.
"That spiked polearm, there. Take hold of it and aim it directly at the hoof facing Lady Duo, by doing this you cripple the leader, and may even pin her in place to be dealt with later. I am going to cause some-"
>Flashing a kill-happy smile at the maid, Corsen reaches for his second flare, striking it, lighting the wicks, and hurling the firebomb at the least armored Royal Guard in the foyer.
"BOW DOWN OR BE CONSUMED BY CHAOS!"
[1d6] <U.Intimidate
[1d6+1] <B.Melee
[1d6+1]

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Wed 14 Oct 2015 03:50:05 No.25067152 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25067160 >>25069140

>>25065321
>He...didn't know what to do now.
>Get ready?
>Nothing really left to do.
>No other distractions.
>Or sudden idea's.
>Just. This moment.
>Great...
"Alright, suit up. And go. Suit up, gather everything, and go. Go. GOOooooo."
>Yeah go. Go to the Empire. The bed he has made, the bed that awaits for him to sleep in.
>The bed that looks really REALLY daunting right now since he stood at the foot of it.
>Lont was seriously regretting not having a notebook on him right now, things would appear much simpler when written in bullet points.

>"Fuck it, I might as well take all my arms and armour too. There are Ethereals hanging around after all."
>That would look great wouldn't it, a human not wanting to fight is armed to the teeth with Otherworldly weaponry.
>He couldn't knock them though, he was able to see why they despised humans so much.
>You spend all your existence protecting something from outside forces and then one day these outsiders pop in right under your nose, spreading out and influencing the thing you have spent so long defending.
"If I didn't want to burn that Moss Wisp alive, I would feel bad for them."

>Standing in front of his locker that held all his takings from Canterlot, the Operator checked about himself once more to see if he had everything he needed.
>Guns and ammo?
>Bowl full of orbs?
>Letters for Cadence?
>Alchemy items?
>Beret?
>Flask?
>Armour and sword?
>All other stuff?
"Check and check."
>...
>He pursed his lips, realizing the only thing he wasn't taking was his helmet.
"I should take that too."

>Leaving with his helm tucked under his arm, Lont briskly walked for the Pagoda, where he paid no mind to the Clinic as he passed it.
>"Keep moving, keep focused."

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Wed 14 Oct 2015 03:51:32 No.25067160 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25067419 >>25069140

>>25067152
>>25064957
>>25066441
>Nova and some new pony?
>Stopping in mid stride for the actual stone, Lont gave the healer and the stranger pony a nod each.
"Goodnight mares, enjoying the Bloodmoon? Nova, would like to have a private discussion with you later when I get back."
"As for you, welcome to Razorback Fortress, would give you a tour, but I have business to take care of."
>"Or I can put it off some mor-NO! This needs to happen now! No more pussyfooting around, get yourself together."
>Giving each mare a bow of the head, he tapped for the Enclave, wanting to collect a set of important blades.

Sunny !FlareDy136

Sunny !FlareDy136 Wed 14 Oct 2015 04:42:08 No.25067419 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25068152

>>25067160

>Oh look, one of those humans!
>Sunny raised a hoof to wave and say hi, but by the time she had, the human had already vanished.
"O-Oh, catch you later?"
>She scrunched, cutting herself off before she spoke at thin air some more and turned her attention back to Nova.

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Wed 14 Oct 2015 05:02:05 No.25067481 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25068503 >>25077207

>Canterlot, Duo Whell Estate: Merry Duo Whell

>>25065139
>Snapping to attention after deciding, the masked ponies' head faces beyond the Lady and into the Foyer, their glissade voice loud to let all know of the decision.
"As Royal Liquidator, I decree Lady Merry's ponies be spared-"
>A sigh of thankful relief escapes Duo's exhausted features, only to turn into a gasp of dismay midway through as the pony continued on with sickening gratification.
"-That is, all able bodied. Execute the rest post haste."
"W-what?! N-no! You promised!"
>Reduced to tears, Duo charged at the despicable pony, a hoof raised to strike at them.
[1d6+1] B.Melee
[1d6+1]

>Snorting dispassionately, the disguised equine headbutted the oncoming hoof in response, the sharp *CLANK* of hoof on Emeraldine was followed by a sickening wet snap.
[1d6+8] M.Melee
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>Crumbling to the blood slicked marble tiles, Duo's anguish crying were reduced to shuddering hiccups, the pain of a broken leg robbing her voice.
"How unladylike, to strike at those whom have showed mercy. Master Myndalin was right about you~"

>>25067028
>Ears rotating to follow your voice, the Maidmare shook her head in disbelief.
"I can't believe this is happening, to us, why us?"
>Following your finger, the mare gulps, eyes narrowing as she prepared to snatch the weapon.
"Alright, I hope you know what you are doing."

>The firebomb goes down in a weak arch, the stuff you injected yourself with having somewhat sapped your throwing power.
>With the crash of glass breaking, the floor in front of a pony who bore only a helmet combusted into a bright swirling ball of fire, the surrounding marble floor burning too as the flammable fluid spread.
>This with your insane howls startled the entire Foyer, making some ponies slip and fall on splashes of bodily liquids, delaying the massacre.

>Taking this as her sign the Maid yanks the Awl-pike in her magical grip, hurling it at the hoof.
[1d6+7] E.Telekinesis
[1d6+7]
[1d6+7]

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Wed 14 Oct 2015 06:12:02 No.25067698 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25075812

>BOSS: LUNAR COUNCILMASTER BARLEN!

>>25065594

>Slightly underestimating the Ram's precision slide maneuver, your left boot slams down on the center of his back, his nose smashing into the right boot and unbalancing you a bit, also sending a fresh wave of pain coursing through your leg.
>Static coursing across your sheltered palm, a sensation of all electrical discharges being pulled from your heart and outwards occurs milliseconds before a surging bolt of lightning crackles off your glove.
>Lancing into the Councilmaster's rear close to his spine, Barlen's inertia continues, sliding several meters forwards before he stops, flecks of discharges bouncing across his robe and between his horns, braying in anger while his legs spasm uncontrollably.
>L.CM. Barlen: 154/200HP.

>Slamming a front hoof on the moonstone floor, the Ram pushes himself up to stand, drunkenly swaying from side to side while reeling from the aftereffects.
>Eyes shut tightly and shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Barlen's nostrils flare as he braces his legs, flicking his head up and to the right in an insulting, challenging motion.
[1d6+3] <E.Brace
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3]

>"Oh my, just look at this one with his fancy little toy!"
>"Now that he has have some use with it, why don't I see see what to do with it, maybe make it a little more interesting for later selfish purposes, hmmm?"
[1d6] <Forced Evolution

Thrill--Collins !!/7XBlgSH75Y

Thrill--Collins !!/7XBlgSH75Y Wed 14 Oct 2015 06:40:26 No.25067822 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25074704

>>25055245

>Wait, more hoofbands?
>Collins, for a moment, didn't understand why.
>Then he remembered what exactly Naliyna might have meant by next spring.
>Things like going into heat. Or the possibility that pregnancy would make her incredibly hormonal.
>And heavier.
>Collins could see nothing but his shortly pending death next year as he and his mare warped to the Empire.
>And there would be no smile on his face.
>Things had quietened down for sure at the market.
>Letting his eyes adjust to the lights, the crystals and the brightness of it all, Collins stepped off the circle proper, glancing over at Naliyna.
>Burnt hay fries wasn't Twisted's signature. But that didn't really narrow things down at all.
>Apart from street food perhaps not being this mystery pony's special talent.

"Well, it's not burnt feathers, at least. Care to lead the way?"

>The mercenary looked around, trying to get a better grip of the new surroundings.

[1d6+3] >Piercing Thermal

Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9

Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9 Wed 14 Oct 2015 07:01:26 No.25067914 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25077402

>>25066728
>...
>"That's unnerving. We'll avoid it, then."
>Oh, dark realms, why you so creepy.

>"Alright. Screech, if you need me. I'll keep searching."
>Hope she doesn't do anything too crazy.
>He'd really not want this turning into a street brawl.
>Knowing her, that probably wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing.

>Gliding and phasing along the marble wall, Jeff watches as the wards trigger on the heavily secured mansion.
>Silent alarms go off, and a pair of guards popped up and began search patterns.
>Good luck with that.
>But he was already onto the next house, which was not the one he was looking for either.
>Humming to himself, under the mask, the Ranger decides to press on passed the fourth mansion.
>If he doesn't come across the mansion soon, he might have to change tactics.
>Maybe find some high ground and scout out the blocks from above.
>He continues moving East, searching for his targeted mansion.
[1d6+8] <Second Rush: Speed
[1d6+8]
[1d6+8]
[1d6+4] <M.Perception
[1d6+7] <AdvNVG
[1d6+7] <AdvThermals

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Wed 14 Oct 2015 07:14:54 No.25067985 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25069623

>>25063756
>Cu'Nir manages to take my by surprise, finding a much quicker (and sillier) way of getting me on her back.
>Thankfully she still leaves me time to prevent the possibility of falling off.
"I think there's enough to worry about without putting heart problems on the list."

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Wed 14 Oct 2015 07:22:17 No.25068013 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25070742

>>25066319

>Eyeing a mostly empty bowl of planting soil and lifting it up to nose level, Roust leans in to take a deep sniff, then directs it into the growing room, attempting to roll her eyes, and somehow managing to not receive a headache.
>'But those are the best kind! ..fiiiiine. Still, Allys has said she likes being around foals, and Mist Dancer should easily replace her.'
>'..except for her fried vegetable platter. I will miss that.'
>Sighing forlornly, the Changeling hangs her head for a few moments, eyebrows raising as she stands up straight, blinking curiously.
>Frozen both mentally and physically until the book touches her snout, Roust's mind explodes into action, immediately running through a gargantuan checklist of her 'duties', ranging from ensuring Malyne had an extra special mango every day, right up to mopping the ceilings.
>Finding nothing that wasn't taken care of for the next week, the Vanguard blinks once more, cracking a wide grin and lifting a small satchel up from the bed.
>'I have three of each color, eight for eating, a bottle of restoration, and a bottle of regeneration. Also, Shanis is here and we could take someone else too. When do we leave?'

Emily Dean !!s8L8RXH+lal

Emily Dean !!s8L8RXH+lal Wed 14 Oct 2015 07:47:54 No.25068137 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25080441

>>25038439
>That was...strange.
>Very incredibly strange.
>I walk over to the building and proceed to shout.
"HELLO? ANYBODY HOME?"
>You know, if they have mangoes here, I might be able to nip some right under their noses.
>I could have my own mango business.
>With all these horny bats everywhere, the sales would never die.
>Getting caught would probably just result in rape or something.
>.....Actually, this is a win win situation.
>Right, lost in thought again.
"LONELY UNPROTECTED WOMAN ALONE OUTSIDE HERE!"

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Wed 14 Oct 2015 07:51:55 No.25068152 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25068482

>Nova Flicker

>>25066441
>>25067419

>Flipping to the third page, the pencil hovers above it, starry pupils looking up for a minute, then back down, scribbling several pairs of lines quickly.
"Slight dissociative complex, professional mentality.. not worrying at all. You may be in good hooves here, there are a number of ponies, and perhaps a few humans still, that harbor a grudge against her."
>Turning back to the second page, the Ward lifts her shoulders in a dismissive shrug, the pad is set down, sparing a raised eyebrow followed by a short smile towards you.
"I must warn you most ponies here are fairly well interconnected, so it is likely you may find yourself in close contact with a few quite often. If you would like, I am always available for counseling sessions, but I do not do the silly hold hooves and hum trash that is so prevalent these days."
>Following Lont's statement with a nod, Nova returns to you with an interested expression, ears relaxing to the sides.
"A bit curious yes? He will likely return soon I believe."
>Picking the pencil up with a thought, the fourth page is flipped to, her nose wiggling in thought.
"Hmm.. I am not sure what to place you as just yet, perhaps somepony else will do that in time. Moving onwards, there is a newly built pony housing building for accommodations, and from what I have heard it is both most comfortable and roomy. Since that seems to be most of it, can you tell me if you require any weaponry, armor, clothing, supplies, or other errata? We have a grandmaster armorer, weaponsmith, and enchanter here, as well as a master seamstress."

Novus !UudpX9O7aw

Novus !UudpX9O7aw Wed 14 Oct 2015 08:01:32 No.25068213 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25081091

>>25064871

>He smiles a bit, though obscured by his mask like every other facial expression
"You think thats bad? One time after diving for the Foundation I had to be slowly depressurized for a week!... It was awful. Just me and some other guy sitting with our thumbs up out asses bored out of our skulls with literally nothing to do."
>He pulls up a chair next to her bed and sits down, sighing a bit, glad to be out of the operating room where all sorts of confusion went on
"Ah good, good, if you were in a hospital on Earth you'd probably have to watch daytime television, ugh... Far better than laying here all day doing nothing though."
>He looks over her burned patches, taking his gloves off and feeling her skin with his own
"Your fur should start growing back real soon, just give it a few days, so you wont be without your pretty coat for much longer. Aside from being board, how are you? I've uh... Had not the best luck lately"

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Wed 14 Oct 2015 08:30:22 No.25068382 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25071452

>Baroness Celery Souffle

>>25066982

"Quite agreed, it has been a while since others have come ehre"
>Closing her eyes briefly, the royal blue unicorn smiles as a tiny white pillow lands on Nibbles' head and bounces into your lap, the Moor cat staring straight ahead in confusion.
"They are quite companionable, if not very finicky in some aspects, but if you wish to know more of them I can direct you to an excellent book on their species."
>Shifting about and placing her right cheek on the armrest, the Baroness raises an eyebrow slightly, lowering it with a quiet, complacent sigh.
"Perhaps they think our ties to the outside world severed entirely, or that we would hold them accountable for the insane acts that caused our exile.. I am not particularly surprised at their hesitance."
>Lifting her amethyst leg and sweeping her mane back, Souffle's lips curl back in a partly amused, partly concerned manner as Nibbles frontflips forwards, landing her face onto the pillow.
"Manehattan? From the news we have gathered across Equestria, that can only mean they are preparing to deal with Stalliongrad on their own terms."
>Following your gaze to the window, the noblemare's eyes return to you, giving a merry smile, then nodding slightly.
"That was gift from one of the nobles here, so I had it installed as this room is oft used for negotiations, or sleeping, and can be adjusted in brightness. As for the rest of the Star Court, most of them are asleep, yes, however-"
>Focusing for a moment, the window dims a bit more to a much more comfortable level, the Baroness closes her eyes with a small yawn, stretching her rear hooves over the other headrest.
"Mmf. Approximately eight months ago, Lucky came to sell most of her business to us. We have, to put it quite bluntly, most of Equestria's black market. Her entire collection of weapons, armors, relics, artifacts, enchantments, even contacts. I suspect Keldon knows this, and that is why he requested a neutral party to negotiate."

Sunny !FlareDy136

Sunny !FlareDy136 Wed 14 Oct 2015 08:47:13 No.25068482 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25082325 >>25089103

>>25068152

>Silence overcame her and no thoughts whatsoever ran through Sunny's head as she just watched the ward talk.
>Nova finished talking and Sunny just remained staring at her for a long moment, blinking and rearing her head in annoyance at herself.
>By the sun in the sky, what was wrong with her?
"I could use a heatstone, probably, with winter coming around..."
>Shuffling once more into an offset, slightly uncomfortable position, Sunny took her eye off of Nova.
"And... Thank you, for the offer of counselling, I may take you up on that."
>Her ears flexed down and up, and down again before settling in a neutral stance.
"As you can probably see, I uh... I only have my suit, extra clothing might be nice, only if you can spare it. I'd rather be put to work as soon as possible rather than be a dead weight, though."
>After a moment, Sunny unfurled her wings and let them lay out by her sides to stretch, making small movements as she did.
>No matter how hard she tried, she was finding it difficult to remain professional and tightly wound.
>At least she wasn't blushing.

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo Wed 14 Oct 2015 08:50:02 No.25068503 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25077207

>>25067481

>Immensely pleased at his opening negotiation tactic, Corsen reaches down with his left hand to grip the aged Makarov, bringing it up in line of sight and offering a sidelong smile at the Maidmare.
"If I never know what I am doing, then the enemy has no means to discern my next actions!"
>'I need to ask her name soon or Tzeentch would be disappointed..'
>Ignoring the Royal Guard on fire, he selects the least mobile pony in armor, the worn trigger gently pulled once, twice, three times, then hurls the flare down down at the same pony, lapsing into a haranguing tirade of cruelty.
>'Now to praise Grandfather's silent will and hope they buy it-'
"KNEEL TO ME AND I WILL WITHHOLD THE SWARMS OF ROT-FLIES FROM INFESTING ALL OF YOU, EXCEPT FOR THAT ONE! OF YOU SHALL THE PLAGUEFATHER CURSE UNTIL HIS BREATH IS SPENT!"
[1d6] <U.Intimidate
[1d6+1] <B.Melee
[1d6+1]
[1d6+3] <E.Small Arms
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3]

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo Wed 14 Oct 2015 10:30:51 No.25069140 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25071882

>>25067152
>>25067160

>Turning to offer a welcome smile to you, Nova Flicker tilts her head to the side, then nods politely.
"I am indeed, and, very well, I shall be here.. unless I fall asleep.'

>Dropping onto the Enclave's stone, it seemed to be in it's usual state of lackluster activity, except for three Lorekeepers on the south end, guided by Amerose, of course.
>Intently researching a host of items spread atop a large, thick wooden table, the surrounding tables were covered in books, tomes, manuscripts, and stacks of pages, the Starborn reservists simply avoiding the location.

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Wed 14 Oct 2015 11:46:40 No.25069623 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25070176

>Unknown Lands: Cu'Nir

>>25067985
"You're no fun."
>She mock pouted as she smoothly landed on the 4th level, it having no activity being one of the reasons why she chose it.
>The second reason was that a large table like that one Blackbeak used months back took up most of the internal space, thankfully there was space outside to allow you to walk freely.
>Shaking her back, Cu'Nir wondered inside, spotting the Enforcer sleeping under the map covered table.
"Looks like he is resting, maybe ve should not disturb him?"

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Wed 14 Oct 2015 13:06:32 No.25070133 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25070350 >>25076423

>Unknown, Spooky Floating Castle: Brume Gale & Sparking Fleur

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>Wooden tendrils finding insufficient grip in the soil, Sparky's body slipped lower into the open air of the night sky, forcing her to look down and at the swirling maelstrom miles under her hanging hindlegs.
"Nononono!"
>Heart pounding against her ribcage, she redoubled her efforts, the instinct to survive pumping her full of adrenaline and motivating tendrils stabbing harder into the magical dirt.
[1d2] >2
[1d6+1] M.Melee (Hold)
[1d6+1]
[1d6+1]
[1d6+1]

>Hearing the bone chilling creaking of the bridge beginning to buckle under the combined weight of the stone ponies, something in Gale snapped, her mind going foggy as she lowered her numb head again.
>The combination of pain and fear released an animalistic guttural bray from the Pred-Elk, she charging at the foremost statue with strained antlers to buck it off the bridge away from Sparky.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZlP8yX8XGs

ENRAGED!
[1d6+10] E.Melee
[1d6+10]
[1d6+10]
[1d6+11] >Charge

[1d6+10] >Resist

>>25060190
>Stamping the co-ordinates for the Fortress in again, you return to gaze up at the garden to spot anything that might be lurking.
>To find the lush vibrant garden was no more, in its place empty beds and dead skeletal trees.
>Good news, you could not see anything waiting in ambush.
>Bad news, the Mansion must of been playing with your mind.
>Just as the portal ripped into reality, your attention was grabbed by Ivan over the radio.

>>25060550
>Passing through the rest of the Dining Hall and the passage into the Foyer, to your disbelief it was all some sort of illusion.
>No more brightly lite musically filled warmly welcoming Mansion.
>It must have always been decrepit, its just now by some unknown trigger decided to reveal its true form.
>At the front doors you find them locked, and even in advanced state of rot they were damned steady even now.

[1d100] 974/1000M

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Wed 14 Oct 2015 13:11:59 No.25070176 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25071387

>>25069623
"Just thinking about the consequences. Like I said, I can't imagine having to be in charge of an operation of this size, not to mention being in charge when things start going badly."
>I'd hate to cause yet another problem.
>Spotting Blackbeak sleeping inside, I quickly make the decision that waking him would definitely be a bad idea.
>Being forcibly dragged out of sleep is uncomfortable enough, but with everything being the way it is at the moment, he probably needs it.
>I quieten my voice to little more than a whisper as I look for something to leave a note with, taking my time moving about and trying to make as little noise as possible.
"Yes, let's leave him be. I'll leave something to let him know we're here to help, though."

PostingforBubba !aMPLsLkWVI

PostingforBubba !aMPLsLkWVI Wed 14 Oct 2015 13:36:23 No.25070350 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25078002

>>25070133
"Goddamnit... Fucking doors!"
>I take one look around before moving over to a blown out window, carefully climbing into the hole and looking out.
[1d6]>E. Perception
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Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0

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Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0 Wed 14 Oct 2015 14:28:04 No.25070742 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25090433

>>25068013
>The eye rolling...
>"Well, it makes sense to put a mother-to-be in charge of kids. If anyone around here has the motherly instinct, it'd be her...and I think that might be for the best."
>Snickering evilly, Hollow Stares at Roust as she runs through her mental checklist
>If only the consoles would update that quickly...the Fortress sure is an impatient gamer...
>Shaking his thoughts of teabagging the Fortress from his mind, Hollow poked the satchel before giving Roust an unsure, but curious look
"Sounds like a good supply...but, uh, Shanis? I'd like to hang with her, but with the...aging thing, she isn't in much shape for physical activity...aw heck, let's ask her anyway. She could bring Sweet or Zigri or somebody else from the Corps along with her...or some other poor sap from around the Fortress. Let's go see if she wants to have a ride on a changeling!"
>Chortling at the prospect of such shenanigans, Hollow scrambled out of the Nest, through the tunnel entrance, his psionic sniffer pointing him towards the Library
>Being able to see (most) everything that goes on in the Fortress is awfully convenient!

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Wed 14 Oct 2015 15:47:44 No.25071387 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25071618

>Unknown Lands: Cu'Nir

>>25070176
>Before Cu'Nir could respond, a loud bang and shake of the table startles you both.
"I'M I'm -grup up do-gtsop!"
>Flailing crazily for a full minute out of sight with only tail and wingtips poking out, the catbird goes silent as he founds out how his head got hurt.
"...Zzzat Cu'Nir and Simon out there?"

Clemency !f/LjycW0U2

Clemency !f/LjycW0U2 Wed 14 Oct 2015 15:55:08 No.25071452 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25092214

>>25068382
>Seeing Nibbles land on his lap with her head in the tiny pillow, Clem starts to stroke her back while speaking to Celery
"So a staging ground for them? Seems tact to me."
>Putting one leg over the other, Clem continues to speak
"So that window was a gift? Pretty nifty light source."
>Seeing her yawn, Clem involuntarily yawns himself and sits up straighter
"Lucky? I remember her, has her own bar and a premier black marketeer. Or, I guess, was if she sold most of her business to you ponies. I guess that's the reason Keldon doesn't have the supplies."
>Feeling a bit more awake, Clem leans back into the chair
"Is there a reason why Lucky went straight to you ponies to sell off her business? Safekeeping? Continuation?"

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Wed 14 Oct 2015 16:12:42 No.25071618 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25075344

>>25071387
>"Well, never mind, then."
>The sudden outburst puts paid to that idea.
>For a lack of ideas of what to do, I let him come to his senses on his own, lest I fail at keeping myself from laughing.
>After his frantic sprawling comes to an end, I peer under the edge of the table.
"Yeah, it's us. You, uh, you okay?"

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Wed 14 Oct 2015 16:35:29 No.25071882 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25092214

>>25069140

"No turning back now."
>Placing the helm on the pommel of his sword that was secured to his back (because he wasn't going to walk for hours with that cradled under his arm), Lont walked over towards the Starborn reservists and the buildings behind them.
>Passing them, he gave the three ponies a nod each as he entered.
"Goodnight."

>Inside one of six buildings that housed the weaponry prized from the Tyrants' Enforcers, he became suspicious at how Mist Dancer, Hodch AND Denra were absent.
>"Make it hard for me why not?"
>Not questioning it further, he turned around in the doorway, awaiting for the three Starborn to dip in their chatting before calling Amerose.
"Excuse me Amerose, could I have you for a moment?"
>Stepping back inside into the building to silently indicate he wanted a bit of privacy, Lont lingered by the Knight's Torrents Blades' stand, magical reading glasses already low on his nose.
>Turning to the sound of hooves entering, he gave an apologetic bow to the mare.
"Pardon me for taking you from your duties Amerose but I require your expertise-"
>He waved a hand at the blades, indicating his interest.
[Kingdom Crystal Pony] "As a Lorekeeper, and mare of a generation."

Anonymous

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Snakebite !!sF7ucFNVsmX

Snakebite !!sF7ucFNVsmX Wed 14 Oct 2015 19:33:34 No.25073969 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25092773

>>25066893
>My momentary respite cut short, I rise from the chair and start making my way over to the bed containing the crystal pony.
>"Guess there'll be time to sleep once I'm dead."
>Arriving, I try not to stare at her, only failing slightly.
>"they look so strange, even now that I'm used to seeing them."
"Hey there, I'm Snakebite. Is there anything I can help with?"

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo Wed 14 Oct 2015 20:39:17 No.25074704 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25084582

>Remostrine Naliyna

>>25067822

>Rubbing her nose again, Naliyna sets her hoof down, turning northwards and peering towards the Spire.
"I would've thought after all this time she could at least stand to learn how to use a frying pan."
[1d6+4] <E.Perception
[1d6+4]
[1d6+4]

>Trodding along after the fuchsia mare, the Empire Market seemed to have been arrayed in a neat fashion, all of the smaller stands on the south arrayed facing a wide, large fountain in the center of the giant strip.
>The stalls on the north end that you were passing by seemed to be a bit more industrial in nature, many of the front signs advertising custom fit clothing, saddlepacks, and even armor or weaponry, though all but one was closed for the night.
>Pausing to glance into the wooden stand's interior, Naliyna eyes over the small selection of basic ready made equipment along with you, and upon finding nothing that noteworthy she continues onwards with a droll smile.
"It's a little weird seeing something like that in the Empire, but I don't think that's a bad thing, everypony should be prepared wherever they go, even if they don't need it."

>Crossing over from the market into the upper residential area, Naliyna decides to simply walk up the main road, eyeing the larger houses with subdued interest.
>Reaching the midpoint of the residential area, she stops to stare confusedly at a small, brand new bright white building roughly half the size of the Fortress's clinic, the sign above it little more than a heart with a circle around it.
"Umm.. that's new. Is this a clinic or something? The symbol looks weird."

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Wed 14 Oct 2015 21:29:45 No.25075344 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25079166

>Unknown Lands: Cu'Nir

>>25071618
>Not crawling out from under the table, Blackbeaks voice was thankful.
"No, I'm not okay. I have been failing as a leader. Cu'Nir please take over command!"
>Blinking, the Huntsmaster lowered her head to stare at the Enforcer.
"Vhat? No, I did not come here to relieve you of command."
"B-but Hunts-"
"Blackbeak, ve have come to help you after hearing how you have been cracking under the pressure. Right Simon?"

Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9

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Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9 Wed 14 Oct 2015 22:13:50 No.25075812 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25094600

>>25067698

>Pareidolia shudders at the residual pain from his heart stopping moment. His hand involuntarily clenches over his heart as he steadies himself.
>Removing his hand from his chest, he binds the flat of his blade against his leg and shoulders his P90
>Centering his sights on Barlen's uninjured hind leg, he squeezes the trigger

[1d6+2]< E.Small Arms
[1d6+2]
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>As he activates his suit, he removes a smoke grenade from his vest and pulls the pin, dropping it at his feet between him and Barlen.
>Limping back and away from Barlen as quietly as possible, he scrutinizes the councilmaster's movements to see if the various attacks had any effect

[1d6+2]< E. Stealth
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]

>Will need...to avoid pulling current from myself
>Ill advised in current condition
>The pain is coming back...

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Wed 14 Oct 2015 22:56:25 No.25076423 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25078002

>>25070133
>the knight replies through his radio
[Indurian] *"Nay, sir Ivan; a knight never abandons his comrades! I am headed in your direction now!"
>[Indurian] "Forgive me, Remnant; there remains unfinished business here."
>not willing to take the step through the portal without his mission objective, Sparky, the knight closes the opening before taking off at a brisk jogging pace towards the main mansion doors
[1d6]> E. Movement
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[1d6]> B. Perception
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Thu 15 Oct 2015 00:00:05 No.25077207 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25097503 >>25144844

>Canterlot, Duo Whell Estate: Merry Duo Whell

>>25067481
>Casually examining their hoof as if inspecting it after a visit to a Spa, the Liquidator shrugs their shoulders as best they could before placing it down on the exact spot where they shattered the marble floor.
"No quips? Finally taken my heed to be a good filly? Excellent~"
>Duo Whell responded with a plighting inhale, her vision clouded by running tears.
>Even when searing agony came from her destroyed foreleg, not one of the Lady's sobbing was for her own sake, but for her helpless ponies. 66/100HP IN SHOCK! CRIPPLED!
>Keeping to where they stood, the masked pony lowered their head to give a leering whisper to the Noble Earth pony, slithering tone worming into Duo's sagged ears.
"There there Lady Merry, Master Myndalin will take good care of you. He may even pull strings to give you an...understanding owner in the future."

>Their superiority complex however is put on hold as an explosion of immolation happens indoors, catching the smug Liquidator off guard.
"What-"
>The instant combustion from inside hid the onrushing sound of an Awl-Pike shooting through the air, and by the time the pony saw it coming, the weapons head was through their foreleg. 184/200HP
>Toppling to the ground howling in angered pain, the Liquidator tries to remove the short pike, hidden wings from under their fluffy Surcoat springing forth to help with dislodging it.
"AArrrgGAH!"

>>25068503
>To busy agape at seeing her hoofwork on the pony that felled Lady Duo to groan at you, the Maidmare stayed still as you shouted down at the semi-panicking ponies below.
>It didn't work this time.

>Watching the other Guards fling around their burning hooves, the commanding officer flinched as a trio of 9x39MM impacted the back of her helmet, denting armour slightly bruising the coat underneath. 178/180HP
>Swinging her head upwards snarling, the flare bounces off her armoured snout, igniting the air around her, making the Royal neigh in fear.

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo Thu 15 Oct 2015 00:17:46 No.25077402 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25079866

>Belltower: UPCA, The Duchess Deal

>>25067914

>'Agreed.'
>Snapping around to give the Silver District a quick once over, the green Eldritch eye tips from side to side in study, then closes to conserve energy.
>'There is no trust between the Overdark or Underdark.'
>'Primevals are worse than most.'
>'It could be useful to capture or kill later.'
>'However, that would be a duty fit only for a mad pony.'
>'Or ponies.'

>"Can't see a small mansion on this side, I'm gonna bet it's south, you're halfway across the east but it looks like they've noticed you-"
>Rolling over in the air, Belltower's snickers intensify, unfolding her wings fully and slowing her descent, wingclaws flexing with an eager cackling tone.
>"Oh you're not gonna hear screeching, it's just gonna be my claws and that unicorn's fat ass joining together in perfect harmonkeekekekekekeee~!"
[1d6] <E.Drift
[1d6]
[1d6]
[1d6+6] <E.Batears~
[1d6+6]
[1d6+6]

>True to the batmare's (mental) words, the fourth to seventh mansions were all stately and three storied, each boasting their own sets of reactive wards combined with signaling enchantments, albeit the royalty's hires were in no mood to slack off judging by the quiet alarms being raised behind you.
>Reaching the three-quarter mark across the eastern wall, the sixth mansion seemed to be unoccupied, and directly southwards the dividing wall between the Gold District ends, allowing you to sight the walls of five smaller walled plots, though the first one was larger than the one you wanted.

>"..Jeff, that pack's not splitting up, they're just staying on the street heading east, should I try to divert them elsewhere?

[1d6+4] <Investigation
[1d6+5] <Investigation

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Thu 15 Oct 2015 01:11:49 No.25078002 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25078088 >>25078939 >>25082860

>Unknown, Spooky Floating Castle: Brume Gale & Sparking Fleur

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>"I'm not going to die here, I'm not going to die here! I still have many more ponies to sniff!"
>Electricity coursing across her body as she gritted her predatory teeth, Sparking Fleur mentally commanded her tendrils to begin dragging her up to safety, they doing so by sinking deep and securely.
ENRAGED!
[1d6+5] M.Melee (Hold)
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]

>Haphazardly charging against the small horde of moving rock, Brume buckled under her own attack, not being used to such strength behind her assaults. Thankfully, the statue pony that first bothered the druids was pushed over the edge of the bridge, where it silently plummeted to the sloshing waters of the flooded earth miles below. 19/20

>Staggered, Gale peered at the collective through wincing mystic eyes, not seeing a piece of her antlers had snapped off.
>Halted in their path, the fake ponies lined up on the bridge to form a literal stone wall, preventing the Pred-Elk to see that one of their numbers walking off the side, aiming to dislodge Sparky.
[1d6+20] #Earth Pony8

>>25070350
>The glass that once stood tall in the windows of the Castle Mansion were long gone, not even fragments remained on the ruined flooring.
>Peering into the Inner Court, the lack of light made it hard to judge your height from the ground outside, though you remembered it was at least 5ft.

>>25076423
>Halfway through your jog towards the main doors some sort of translucent fluid had gathered on the demolished tiling, making you fall flat on your back in one single slip of a leg.

>Getting back up onto your feet, you made sure the rest of the way was clear of any danger.
>Seeing Ivan in a glassless window investigating the outside Court, you look through as well and spot the Barbican and Gatehouse were still open, but dread filled your heart when you heard the telltale sounds of battle coming from beyond them.

[1d100] 978/1000M

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

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Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Thu 15 Oct 2015 01:22:15 No.25078088 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25082860 >>25083761

>>25078002
[Indurian] "Sir Ivan, doth thou hear it? The elks must be in danger! We must join them posthaste!"
>the knight wastes no time in his pursuit of his newfound direct objective
>he finds a different broken window and climbs through it, charging directly for the sounds
[1d6]> E. Movement
[1d6]
[1d6]

[1d6]> B. Perception
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>>25078002

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Thu 15 Oct 2015 03:25:42 No.25079166 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25081121

>>25075344
>He's every bit as shaken as I'd heard.
>The perfect time to have to fall back on my -amazing- motivational skills. Great.
"That's right. We're not here to take over. But holding up as long as you have is remarkable enough - I can't speak for Cu'Nir, but I'm not fit in the slightest to lead something like this. What I am fit to do is follow your orders and help get things back on track. It won't do to worry, if things are going wrong, taking immediate action to put them right will do much more good."
>And speaking of getting back on track, I really don't want to spend all day here.
"I've been informed about the current situations. About the, um, "missing personnel", where were they last? If they were lost during an assignment, what was it and where was it?"
>It may have been a while since they went missing, but there's still the possibility that they're out there. I'll be damned if I stand idly by and let some of our best allies get killed.

Anonymous

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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9

Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9 Thu 15 Oct 2015 06:53:09 No.25079866 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25098401

>>25077402
>Belltower's suggestion holds true, as the sight of any smaller two-story mansions was rather slim on this end.
>He'll have to cut South, and search there.
>Looking behind to the West, Jeff groans under his breath at the white-washed guards still tailing him.
>No way he was going to readily avoid them.
>And he'll have to cross over to get to the smaller mansions, passing right in front of the wary guards.
>Bringing up his TacPad Jeff tries to center the lead guard for a scan, but they were too far away.
>Damn. He was hoping to get a scan on one of them, to maybe see what their affiliation was.
>No matter, then.

>But he's not going to dwell on the wall, all night long, so Jeff looks down at the ground from thirty feet up.
>"Bell, I'm going to cross the road to get to the other mansions. If the Duchess is over there, then we can divert them away so they won't give us any trouble."
>Crouching low on the wall's lip, The Ranger locks a hand onto the edge and lets his weight fall over the side.
>Instead of merely dropping down, he controls the sticky enchantment in his hands and feet to quickly and safely slide down the marble in a few seconds.
>Upon landing, Jeff immediately transitions into the shadows of the wall's base, taking on a completely different kind of form.
[1d6+10] <Shadow Dive
>And quickly crosses the street towards the smaller mansions, ignoring the first larger one, keeping to the darkest pockets to search for the Duchess's abode.
[1d6+8] <Second Rush: Speed
[1d6+8]
[1d6+8]
[1d6+10] <Void Sight

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Thu 15 Oct 2015 09:35:20 No.25080441 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25085860 >>25087009

>Basin Village

>>25068137

>Hearing little more than one or two cackles fading away, numerous sets of bright diamond pupilled eyes peer down over the edge, some in disbelief, others in concern, one confounded by your appearance, while the rest seemed not to care, disappearing from view quickly.
>Several flicks of wingclaws lazily point opposite of the granite building, the Moors fog partially concealing another perhaps 40M away, a trio of darkly colored batponies quickly trotting past you, offering passing nods and quiet snickers.
>Following the.. 'advice', if it could be called that, the next building over seemed to be a restaurant, two long, wide wooden frames supporting a large number of mismatched cushions, bright pegasi and darker batponies sprawled across them, dead asleep.
>Gazing into the wide, pillar supported room, it seemed to be more of a comfortably dark lounge, the occupants a mix of pegasi, batponies of course, a small herd of shimmering Crystal ponies, and a lone black furred minotaur, his snout covered in bronze rings, slumped across a table surrounded by empty bottles, snoring loudly over the din of conversation, laughter, and keks bouncing from the walls.
>Out of the corner of her eye, a dim teal batpony turns her head to stare you over for a few seconds, then lazily sashays towards the front door, leaning against the frame and peering up at you with an almost sleepy expression, though her young, brisk tone implied she was both mentally alert and reasonably knowledgeable.
"Was that you yelling outside? It's probably not a good idea to say stuff like that here, somepony might take that the wrong way, especially since you smell like the Deep Swamps."
>Left wing lifting up, a sheaf of paper is held up for your examination, and upon glancing it over.. it was a menu, the mare smiling in a droll but happy manner.
"Here, if you're hungry. I recommend the grilled shrimp with mango sauce, it's about as fresh as it gets in the Basin."

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Thu 15 Oct 2015 11:27:58 No.25081091 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25081674 >>25082347

>>25068213

>Nudging the pillow back under her head, Lejura's eyebrows furrow in trace confusion, snorting in amusement after a bit.
"Like to unsee images of hooves in her rear Lejura wills, to be more than enough later she thinks."
>Flicking her free ear up, then down in a curious motion, the dim silver Saddle Arabian twitches her nose briefly.
"Lejura knows not the strange word spoken, prefer she does company of others, same species cared not of. Kesh Nova performs duties admirably in relieving boredom, one mare yet alone has not enough time for herself."
>Involuntarily tightening the muscles under her coat for a moment, Lejura's skin had become much softer since you'd last seen her, the mare exhaling in relaxation, eyes closing at the comforting touches with a small, delicate smile.
"Scars shall be minded little, reminders of her flaws to ever consider, lack of forethought to be included.. perhaps, would enjoy treatment later? Soft are Kesh Nova's hooves, yet not adaptable as are your.. hands, believe is correct word."
>Cracking an eye open and staring straight ahead, her tail flicks up in an annoyed manner, a frown curling her lips back while she speaks solemnly.
"Spoken much with unicorn doctor to ease her mind Lejura has, having tried to convince her otherwise she continues to seek absolution in bottles. Perhaps reminders of failures burden her.. Lejura does not know, but irks Lejura to see such a pony in distress."

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Thu 15 Oct 2015 11:32:47 No.25081121 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25093760

>Unknown Lands: Cu'Nir

>>25079166
>Tuffs of feathers were missing from Blackbeaks coat, evidently pulled out from stress, something you noticed as he snapped his bloodshot twitchy eyes over to you.
"Simon. I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! I-I'm not fit in giving -orders-. Mistake after mistake, from bringing the Shadow Wings here to putting everything on hold."
>Sensing this was going to take a few verbal circles, Cu'Nir sat her rump down, tail swishing lazily as she assessed the Enforcer.
"Blackbeak, are you questioning Varlord Ri'Vahz's visdom?"
>"I know I vould but that's beside the point."
>Duel coat standing on end at the provocative question, the crow Gryphon gives the Huntsmaster a hateful sneer.
"Of course not! N-no, well may-no I don't know. What you want from me!?"
>Visibly shaking as he slumps back to the hard floor, the catbird places his unkempt wings over his beaked head, remaining quiet for a minute.
"The Shadow Wings are dead, there is no other explanation for them being gone for so long. If not by undead, then by lack of supplies."
>Groaning, he rolled onto his side.
"I don't know...Clúda has been pushing them further and further deeper into the depths of the structure..One day they just, didn't come back. Why, why did Captain Swe abandon me?"

Novus !UudpX9O7aw

Novus !UudpX9O7aw Thu 15 Oct 2015 12:31:24 No.25081674 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25118128

>>25081091

>Novus realizes that he had possibly made a poor choice of words for the mare that can barely speak their language
"Uh, that was a figure of speech saying we had nothing to do... We did not do it literally, humans dont do that"
>"at least the ones I know"
>He sits back down on the chair, stretching a bit before slumping back down in it rather lazily
"Television is a device that projects images, uh, kind of like a play that can be seen anywhere by everyone. Daytime televison was known to be of poor quality..."
>He flexes his hand in front of her, showing her all the ways he can move it around
"Yes, hands. The greatest thing a human has aside from the mind... Combining the two we made amazing things, tools, technology, agriculture, weapons..."
>He pats his black kriss
"Everything we have is based on human advancement, the last few years on our world communication was faster than ever, we had left our own atmosphere and has people in orbit around our world and were exploring our moon and other planets, discovering many new things all the time. Truly a great time to be alive..."

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Thu 15 Oct 2015 13:50:29 No.25082325 Report Delete

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>>25068482

Novus !UudpX9O7aw

Novus !UudpX9O7aw Thu 15 Oct 2015 13:53:25 No.25082347 Report Delete

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>>25081091

"Though, my employers had hidden many dangerous things or objects that didnt make sense to our reality or would destroy us. I spent a lot of my time trying to figure out how to destroy an alien cruiser impervious to about everything we threw at it and a way to destroy the American Tactical Nuclear Response satellites... The more we discovered, the more we found how dangerous our universe was. But our people couldnt know that, for the sake of preventing crazies, panic, and other stupid reactions we hid them and tried to contain and understand, or to destroy them... That alien battleship had weapons that would wipe out our world and that would fire nonsensically into a nearby planet. The Satellites orbiting earth I mentioned contained the worst weapons we ever had created, ones that would strike a fire as powerful as the sun itself, thats the power of a nuclear weapon... But, aside from that, our world lived in relative peace aside from never ending conflicts in the middle east caused by Iran and Saudi Arabian proxy wars or Isreal existing... Our entire planet was rising up in quality of life, as countries pacified in Africa, even that hole was getting better. It was really a time of upheaval for our entire race."
>He looks up at the ceiling, smiliing a bit, lejura catching a glimpse of that through his mask
"Ah well, sorry for rambling on, I've been having an odd series of events happen lately, being a little filly for a day, getting seperated from a heard, having uh... A bad time a few minutes ago panicing because I don't know how well a pony could handle getting stiched up.... Sorry, I could go if im boring you, heh..."

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Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Thu 15 Oct 2015 14:46:00 No.25082860 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25083761

>>25078002
>>25078088
"Not planning on letting them die!"
>"Not again, I've lost too many teammates."
>Shaking my head, I tense my legs, before pushing off, leaping out of the window towards the ground, hitting it and trying to keep my momentum going forward in a run.
[1d6]>B. Movement
[1d6]

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Thu 15 Oct 2015 16:12:34 No.25083761 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25084092 >>25085197

>Unknown, Spooky Floating Castle: Brume Gale & Sparking Fleur

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>To preoccupied not falling to her doom, Sparky was caught unawares by the dead weight of the Earth Pony Statue hurtling at her.
"WHAT THE BUCK?!"
>Somehow with lifelike movement the stone pony hooked its forelegs around the Pred-Elk's wooden covered hips, the added mass thrusting the hanging druid back down to where she first started climbing, snapping some unprepared tendrils in the process.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MpuCEMX6WjM
>Scowling, Fleur commanded the remaining tentacles to dig in deep as new ones sprouted forth to deal with the attacking statue.
"I'm not gonna take anymore!"
[1d6+5] M.Melee
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]
[1d6+6] >CQ

>In response, the Earth Pony statue began headbutting Sparky's lower back as tendrils started to coil and constrict against its neck.
[1d6+10] >Resist
[1d6+20] #Earth Pony8

>Rearing up onto her hindlegs, Brume rammed again at the wall of stone ponies, aiming at the centre of them with fury.
[1d6+10] E.Melee
[1d6+10]
[1d6+10]
[1d6+11] >Charge

[1d6+10] >Resist

>>25078088
>In your pursuit to catch up to the sounds of fighting, you break from the Underdark, your clanking echoing throughout the Inner Court and drowning out the noise of battle.

>Reaching the Barbican, you see Brume Gale engaging a line of those pony statues that were blocking access to the Outer Court.
>You spot a piece of her antler broken off behind her, but more alarming was the bridge itself was visibly distending from the stone ponies combined weight.
>Worse still you could not find Sparky around anywhere..

>>25082860
>Rolling upon hitting the ground, you spring back up with all your speed, although you end up loosing your sneeki breeki in the process.
>By Indurian's side you too see the conflict unfold, and also catch a Pegasi statue trot over to the side of the bridge, its wings spread as it appeared to be readying to jump?

[1d100] 979/1000M

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Thu 15 Oct 2015 16:35:42 No.25084092 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25086586

>>25083761
>"Okay, Brume is there... Sparky's nowhere to be found. The statues are enemies, so it's safe to assume the stone pegasus is going after Sparky."
>"Who's probably hanging onto the bridge. No explosives."
>Shaking my head, I look over at Indurian.
"Can't use explosives because of the bridge. Ranged and melee."
>Cocking my G36, I quickly aim to shoot at the pegasus statue.Specifically the wings.
>And fire several times to hopefully distract or cripple it.
>May the Zone guide my shots. And make me right on my hunch.
[1d6+2]>E. Battle Rifle
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]

Thrill--Collins !!/7XBlgSH75Y

Thrill--Collins !!/7XBlgSH75Y Thu 15 Oct 2015 17:16:04 No.25084582 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25084608 >>25118602

>>25074704

>Collins thought about gift shopping, walking through the Imperial market.
>The night and the lights and the gloss of the crystals made everything look slick and polished, from the ground to the buildings.
>Funny how the year seemed to be creeping unseen towards its end already.
>Hearth Warming's would be rolling round again. Then Hearts and Hooves day in the new year. The Summer Sun Celebration would come and go as it always did.
>There'd have to be gifts, Collins mused, looking through the stalls and their wares.
>Candies. Hoofboots. Scarves. Cards. Happy Hearth's Warming. Happy Hearts and Hooves. Congratulations. Congratulations. Congratulations, it's a-
>Collins shook that thought loose, for the time being. It'd pop up again, that much he could accept.
>Listening to Naliyna's talk over one of the stalls, the mercenary felt like he had to put in some kind of counterpoint.

"You mean like you, then?"

>There was a small smile across his face.
>Not everypony could be a packmare like Naliyna.
>Not without getting their spines snapped in half, anyway.

"Wouldn't that be bad for business, anyway? I mean, looking at it from the other side of the stall. Ponies, people....anyone - buy things because they don't have them. Or need more of them, or whatever. Now if, everyone went around with saddlebags big enough to travel Tallus twice over, then they're not gonna need to buy as much if they've already got what they need in advance. Y'know...supply, demand, all that business stuff."

>The mercenary playfully booped her muzzle lightly.
>She understood. From a business perspective, probably.

"Long story short, you'd be out of a job, heh."

>Chuckling lightly as they headed into the upper residential area, Collins also took notice of the new building before them.

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Thrill--Collins !!/7XBlgSH75Y Thu 15 Oct 2015 17:17:55 No.25084608 Report Delete

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>>25084582

>Conspicuous it certainly was, crystalline angles and all.
>There wasn't much to read from, going by the building's sign alone.
>But by now, Collins had learned to read into cutie marks. Signs. Symbols. Abstractions, hobbies and job descriptions. Maybe that was what the sign was?
>An all-too clinical white and a circle around a heart. Protection? Of health? Of life?
>Collins wondered if he was maybe beginning to read into it too much, his mind already wandering to cells and eggs and such.
>But there was something else more apparent. Some small dread prickled within the mercenary.
>Medicine in the Crystal Empire usually meant the Wards.
>And the Wards...didn't have the greatest of press in recent months. That much he'd heard from small talk in the mess hall.
>And hadn't they already been finished off by Las Pegasus' Rogues?
>Looking just as uncertain as Naliyna, Collins spoke up again, wondering if there was anything to take a closer look at, of this unknown building.

"...I'm...guessing it is? Circles round hearts gotta mean something about protection? Health? Can't be the wards...can it? Heard faaar too many bad rumours as far as humans go."

[1d6+3] >Piercing Visor

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Thu 15 Oct 2015 18:07:18 No.25085197 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25086586

>>25083761
>the knight decides to draw his crossbow and take aim at the Pegasus statue as well
>[Indurian] "Best not to test the weight limit of yon bridge with mine armor..."
[1d6+1]> B. Archery + Jeff's training
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Anonymous

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>>25080441
>>25085855

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Thu 15 Oct 2015 20:28:44 No.25086586 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25086611 >>25093628

>Unknown Spooky Floating Castle: Brume Gale & Sparking Fleur
1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>Tendrils finding no purpose against the hard stone of the statues neck, Sparky could do nothing to stop the fake Earth Pony from bruising her lower back muscles. 43/80HP
>Growling, all she could do was try again while attempting to dislodge its forelegs off of her hips as it continued beating non-stop.
[1d6+5] M.Melee
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]
[1d6+6] >CQ

[1d6+10] >Resist
[1d6+20] #Earth Pony8

>With a sickening crack emanating from the base of her antlers, Brume violently jostled her skull about as she gored at a small Unicorn statue, chunks of them being scrapped away to reveal pulsating red viscus lumps underneath. 164/200HP
>sniffing the aroma of stagnant blood in the air, the Pred-Elk brayed as predatory instincts took over, beating more stress into her antlers as she sustained her onslaught on the motionless fake pony.
[1d6+10] E.Melee
[1d6+10]
[1d6+10]
[1d6+11] >Charge

[1d6+10] >Resist

>>25084092
>Pressing the trigger, a trio of 5.56x43MM NATO's burst from your combat rifle. The first exploding a dusty crater into the wing facing you, in the exact spot where it joined the rest of the statues equine body. The remaining two impacting into its barrel with less force, producing shallow gouges as the bullets ricocheted. 186/200HP
>Adding to the shaking on the bridge as it toppled over onto its side, the stone Pegasus promptly crawled back up onto its hooves to attempt another leap, its wing still spread open even with large cracks developing across it.

>>25085197
>Just as it was about to bound off the bridge, the steel tipped bolt fired from your Hegemony Short Crossbow sank into the stone ponies barrel, a single spray of familiarly coloured crimson liquid spurting out around the sunken maple shaft. 175/200HP
>dislodged from its desired course by the crossbow bolt, the Pegasi statue cartwheeled through the air on its way down disappearing into distance. 18/20

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Thu 15 Oct 2015 20:30:44 No.25086611 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25088349

>>25086586

>Without a word two more pony statues slow trotted to the edge, both Unicorns, peculiarly they bent their legs for a jump at the vulnerable Sparky.
[1d6+10] >Resist
[1d6+10] >Resist

>With nothing but the whistle similar to a cannonball, the Mansions roof where the Foyer was located under erupted in an echoing blast. Resulting in raining pieces of dirty shingles shattering across the Inner Court, reaching the ears of Ivan Indurian, Brume Gale and Sparking Fleur as ear bashing pandemonium.

>Within the destroyed Foyer, unsettled rubble fall away as protocol commences.
>Awaken.../successful/
>Search.../commenced/
-Location: Creators
-Distance: Reached
>Assess.../pending/
-High Level Deterioration Detected
>Retrieve.../pending/
-Begin Catalog

[1d6+10] B.Stealth
[1d6+10]

[1d6+8] B.Perception
[1d6+8]
[1d6+10] >Scan

[1d6+12] E.Movement
[1d6+12]
[1d6+12]

Emily Dean !!s8L8RXH+lal

Emily Dean !!s8L8RXH+lal Thu 15 Oct 2015 21:05:31 No.25087009 Report Delete

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>>25080441
"The Basin, huh?"
>I take a look at the menu before deciding on the suggestion.
"I'll take what you thought of. Spike it with alcohol if you can. However, I'd like to get to know more about this area. Where it is, what it does, where the mangoes are stored, etc."
>This is going well, I hope.
>As long as everything goes off without a hitch, I should be a-okay.
>...
>She didn't notice me sneak a glance at her ass, right?
>Nah.

Anonymous

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niggers

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

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Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Thu 15 Oct 2015 22:52:58 No.25088349 Report Delete

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>>25086611
[Indurian] "WHAT IN HOLY AJORA'S NAME WAS THAT?!"
>the knight chances a glance back at the mansion at the thunderous noise as whatever it was made landfall
[Indurian] "Hrmmmmmph.... no matter! We must protect lady Fluer first and foremost! Sir Ivan! Fire again! We must secure her safety above our own!"
>the knight reloads and takes aim at the rightmost of the two unicorn statues
[1d6+1]> B. Archery + Training
[1d6+1]

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Thu 15 Oct 2015 23:43:16 No.25089103 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25090050

>Nova Flicker

>>25068482

>Flipping back to the third page and scanning it over quickly, the Ward lifts a front hoof, pointing towards a large map on the northern entrance's right side, glancing up to offer you a polite smile.
"There are a number of extra heatstones held by Krinza in the workshop, and I am almost always available in the clinic if you require any of my services, free of charge, of course."
>Eyes lowering to jot down several last notes, Nova closes the pad, it and the pencil returning to the clinic with a small pop of silver from her horn.
>Pushing herself up to sit, the carnelian unicorn tilts her head to the side, rolling her front shoulders out with a sublime smile.
"Our master seamstress, Lann, can also be found in the workshop. She is quite excellent at designing both armored and traditional clothing, and since her services have been purchased in advance, costs will be quite small."
>Lifting a foreleg and rubbing her nose a bit, Nova Flicker frowns to herself.
"On the topic of work, there is always some to be performed. Vanil, our resident scout, has been instrumental in providing the Guardponies and mercenaries here with the Everfree's creature movements, however.. he is quite young for his role, and has not developed his proprietary skills well enough to trust sending him on city scouting missions. To compound this issue, he has very little combat capability, and it would be very... negative for morale if he were ever injured or captured. As you seem to be capable of functioning well enough, I will assign most of his duties to you after you settle in."

Sunny !FlareDy136

Sunny !FlareDy136 Fri 16 Oct 2015 00:37:20 No.25090050 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25119997

>>25089103

>Idly reaching a hoof up to touch her own nose, Sunny took note of all that Nova said, refolding her wings and sitting up.
"Scouting sounds like something I could do, thank you. I guess I'm headed to the workshop, then."
>She still had no funds, that was something she'd need to take care of at some point.
>A rogue thought strayed to the bottle of Cider she'd gone through, in hindsight, it hadn't been a good purchase.
>Scouting seemed like a good way to contribute, since Sunny had often been employed in such a way, quick movement and vantage points, that was her style.
>Scouting the Everfree, though. Sunny got the distinct impression she'd be seeing a lot more of Nova during her time here.
>So be it, this wasn't a vacation, after all.
"I know you told me to hold off on the formalities, but I'm not entirely sure if I'm dismissed or not."
>Eye on the ward, she offered a small, fairly awkward grin.
"Old habits die hard, I'm afraid."
>Hooves weak.
>Legs heavy.
>She could feel it spilling already.
>Sunny did manage to keep herself somewhat composed by busying one fore hoof with the other.

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Fri 16 Oct 2015 00:57:58 No.25090433 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25101992

>>25070742

>Ears rolling in merry circles, Roust tosses the satchel across her living armor's neck, then trods around to it for a thorough examination.
>'I greatly agree, but I did warn Tipper a few months ago that we should hire a Crystal pony caretaker and bring at least two Drones or Tenders here to take care of foals. Seems like she forgot.. or REALLY forgot. I should just do it.'
>Snickering at the thought of her taking over the Fortress for a night, the Changeling crouches down, leaping onto her armor with a heavy flick from each of her wings, then dives down into the hollow cavity, wiggling about to fit inside.
>'From what I have heard Shanis has done little more than laze about Tartarus Isle whenever she isn't here-'
>Forming a bright green caricature of a pony's head sticking it's tongue out, Roust settles into the living outer carapace, locking it's protective segments across the neck, shoulders, and back.
>'There is enough room atop me to adequately fit two. At best, she would enjoy the opportunity to explore a new place, but at worst she will be forced to retreat and fly back on her own.'
>Shifting about and gently prodding the armor's biological systems awake, the entire unit swings about, heavily plodding after you with a hidden grin, her tone full of mischief.
>'We could bring someone else too, and I could drag them along with a sled!'

>Easily finding Shanis in her now refurbished armor, the sheaf atop her wings looking quite fluffy, she had finished checking a book on Crystal ponies and was giving an odd look towards the playroom, hearing, but not seeing, Twisted telling stories to whom she thought was Malyne.
>Turning around and activating a new float enchantment, the faded yellow pegasus slides towards the main north doors, paused upon spotting you.
>Raising an eyebrow, she decides to wait in the rather warm library, lifting her chin in recognition.

Anonymous

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Fri 16 Oct 2015 03:01:02 No.25091736 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25093336

>Uncontested Territories: The Greccion

>>25044485
>Sneaking over to a shallow dent in the forest floor, the catbird digs into the blanket of leaves afforded by the late fall.
"You have think however, why is a tower all the way out here? Perhaps to protect something else further into the Orders borders?"
[1d6-2]

>Crawling with a low profile, he inches closer towards the structure, slinking from cover to cover with you in suit.
"Stop!"
[1d6-2]

>His command is met immediately, and not skipping a beat a trio of armoured ponies come into view through the cluttering woods, they appearing 40ft away.

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Fri 16 Oct 2015 04:26:53 No.25092214 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25092374 >>25098106

>Baroness Celery Souffle

>>25071452

"Of sorts, yes, however, the Honor Guard do not have decent relations with Neighvada. They broke off as a country during the Lunar-Solar Conflict due to a number of factors."
>Shifting her eyes from you to Nibbles purring loud and happily, her tail flicking against your forearm, Celery nods.
"There were a number of reasons that she did so. I do not know if you have been informed of something, and it is likely that I may suffer retribution for telling you.."
>Trailing off, the unicorn mare's focus turns down to the private room's carpet, a deep frown creasing her visage.
"Lucky requested the Star Court to purchase her share of the black market in preparation for declaring a private war against the Wards. I do not know precisely what caused it, but several of our contacts have stated the actions of a human, combined with the Circle of Wards attempting to capture him, caused her actions."

>>25071882

>Glancing over for a moment, Amerose motions for one of the Starborn's minotaurs to deliver a wrapped shield to the Fortress, leaving the other Lorekeepers to their duties and separating from them.
>Trotting into the storage room and closing the door after her, the robed Crystal mare whispers a quiet command, a lantern gem in the center lighting up.
>Tilting her head to the side, Amerose remains silent in examination of the archaic wingblades, head lifting, though the hood obscures most of her face.
[Imperial Crystal Pony] "It would be safer to speak Imperial as fewer know it, and if you are referring to the conflict between generations, I personally side with the Kingdom adherents, but, speak anyhow."

Clemency !f/LjycW0U2

Clemency !f/LjycW0U2 Fri 16 Oct 2015 05:19:08 No.25092374 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25120377

>>25092214
"What kind of factors? Faction-based ones?"
>Wasn't there someone that had various dealings with Lucky?
>Oh right!
>Pikeman
>He apparently....did something concerning a duel?
>Don't know why the Wards are interested in him
"I vaguely remember someone that was dealing with Lucky. Only thing major I remember was a duel with her and a hospital visit. Otherwise, i have no idea of what became of him since he went Lone Wolf for Lucky."
>The Wards huh?
>Looking at the floor then Celery, Clem speaks again
"The Wards though, I know they lost a backer so they might be hit hard for supplies on their own. And with Lucky now conducting her own shadow war with them, it'll look like the world is falling on them."
>Blinking a bit to stay awake before yawning, Clem rests his arms on both the armrests
"Then again, with that tidbit of information about Neighvada, it'll probably look like an occupation."
>Clem shifts focus to her prosthetic's orb then back to her
>"Wonder if that has more to it than function...."
"Are you ponies a part of her prep for a war?"

[1d6] <Basic Human/Pony Relations

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Fri 16 Oct 2015 07:42:39 No.25092773 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25102533

>>25073969

>Lifting her head up and gazing over her shoulder, two furious lime green eyes greet you, the Crystal mare frowning and flopping back down on the bed.
>Muttering in one of the Empire languages in a tone that didn't sound friendly, at all, a front hoof lifts, pointing at Tipper for a moment, then curls back, tapping her chest with a snort.

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ Fri 16 Oct 2015 10:08:12 No.25093336 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25099235

>>25091736
"That's a possibility - the structure's importance remains to be determined. If it's a guard post for something else, a better target might not be far away."
>He runs through some possibilities in his head. If this is the best accessible target, it would be best to get at least outside that border before detonating a charge to reduce the chance of being found.
>If there was a better target to be found elsewhere, however, a balance would need to be struck between getting far enough away before detonation and detonating it soon enough that the enemy wouldn't find and dispose of the charge, assuming they'd recognise the threat.
>Unfortunately, that would probably come down to nothing but instinct or guesswork.

>Slowly closing in on the tower, the Commando quickly reacts to his leader's remark, grabbing the nearest piece of suitable cover, only peeking out momentarily to identify what was there.
>Armoured, almost certainly an enemy patrol.
>"Wait, those look like...how are they outfitted with armour, or who by?"

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Fri 16 Oct 2015 11:02:33 No.25093628 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25096437

>>25086586
"Alright, fuck this, shooting isn't working."
>Shaking my head, I lower my rifle.
"We need to calm Brume the fuck down and see if we can't get her to pull Sparky back up. If she can, we run like hell."
>"If not..."
>Shighing, I move out onto the bridge.
"Brume, stop fighting! We need you to help save Sparky!"
[1d6]>U. Speech

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Fri 16 Oct 2015 11:17:41 No.25093760 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25100987

>>25081121
>No.
>I refuse to just listen to what he said.
"Blackbeak, I'm sure you know well what Fuigah did. If the Shadow Wings weren't here, what would have happened? She wouldn't have been there to get me and Razeek out of the underground."
>As uncomfortable as it is to reference, I don't have much else to say.
"And what would happen because of that? Everyone in the encampment would be dead, too. You want Cu'Nir to take the lead instead, but what if your "mistakes" had never happened? I doubt she'd be in a fit state to lead then."
>Getting less uncomfortable to talk about. Getting more painful to think about.
"Your "mistakes" may very well have brought more good than you realise."
>Oh, of course it was Clúda...at least that means they weren't....THERE.
"Until that's confirmed, they're only MIA, and that's enough to have a bit of hope."

>The answer to the question "what do you want from me" seems rather obvious right now.
"What we want, Blackbeak, what this entire expedition NEEDS is for you to get your arse in gear and get things back on track. We're here to help you, but we can't do anything unless you help yourself first."

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Anonymous Fri 16 Oct 2015 12:58:00 No.25094417 Report Delete

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Fri 16 Oct 2015 13:22:42 No.25094600 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25118974

>BOSS: LUNAR COUNCILMASTER BARLEN!

>>25075812

>Lining up the light gray Ram's hind quarter in the submachine gun's irons, each stroke of the trigger and suppressed pops is subsequently followed by pings resonating from under the purple robe.
>Facing your last location with a faint scowl, Barlen shakes himself off quickly, a number of blunted or crumpled penetrators clatter onto the moonstone floor, along with blood beginning to stain the robe's hem and his rear legs.
>L.CM. Barlen: 151/200HP.

>Taking a deep breath at noticing the artificial fog, Barlen takes several steps backwards as the smoke spreads, appearing to be considerably slower than he had been, compounded by random, spastic physical twitches.
[1d6] <GM.Glint
[1d6]
[1d6]
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Anonymous Fri 16 Oct 2015 15:49:17 No.25095915 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25100115

>>25094417

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Fri 16 Oct 2015 16:34:31 No.25096437 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25101052 >>25132528

>Unknown Spooky Floating Castle: Brume Gale & Sparking Fleur

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>Bashing against mulched wooden armour to the point its snout has started to crumble apart, the fake pony fractures lower vertebrae, damages spinal muscle and ligaments. 29/80HP INTERNAL DAMAGE! BONE FRACTURE!
>Through the adrenaline that fogged her conscious, Sparky felt a stab of reality lance through her lower body, and in that brief window remembered she was a Druid before sinking back into animalisitc survival.
[1d6+4] E.Druidry (Healing)
[1d6+4]
[1d6+4]

>Weald tentacles redoubling the constriction in retaliation, a vice like grip forms around the stone ponies forearms. Its limbs beginning to flake and crack under the tightening pressure until they were crushed off from the rest of body, leaving the statue and its useless legs to drop down back to terra-firma. 177/200HP 17/20
>With ragged breathes through a sore throat, Sparky attempted again to climb up to safety.
[1d6+5] M.Melee (Hold)
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]

>Striking her antlers against small pony statue, damaged points continue to scrap away fragments of stone, revealing more of the scarlet viscus underneath. 129/200HP
[1d6+10] E.Melee
[1d6+10]
[1d6+10]
[1d6+11] >Charge

[1d6+10] >Resist

>>25088349
>The steel tipped bolt doesn't cause any visible damage this time except a tiny indentation against the stone Unicorns shoulder before flinging off the bridge.
>This wasn't working.

>>25093628
>Your words either meant nothing to her or she was obsessed with reducing the ponies to dust.
>With a stomach churning dry snap, Brume Gale's right antler breaks off from her skull, leaping electricity leaving the stump with blood gushing out like a fountain.
>The resulting splash on Statues and Pred-Elk painting the scene in front of you, making it appear more homicidal than before.

>Springing off the bridge, both Unicorn statues straighten their bodies out, stone horns pointed at Sparking Fleur.
[1d6+20]
[1d6+20]

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 16 Oct 2015 17:23:29 No.25096980 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25097586

TWO NIGGERS

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo Fri 16 Oct 2015 18:09:52 No.25097503 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25144903

>>25077207

>Passing an off glance at the head maidmare, a quick pat atop her head is given along with an encouraging chortles, Corsen scanning the mansion's defenders for any that weren't close to death.
"Excellent aim! Now gr-"
[1d6] <B.Perception
[1d6]

>Cut off by the unknown pony's beautiful sounds of anger, Corsen slaps the lusty unicorn across her closest flank to get her attention, then points down at the commander with his free hand.
>'It seems there are two worthy prizes here to take, but too many wounded to deal with right now-'
"WAKE UP! Grab that whore right there and use her as a living weapon, bludgeon these bastards to death and try to keep her alive as long as possible! I would prefer prisoners but if they seem to be a bit too unruly, I care not what happens to them!"
>Dropping to a knee and resting the PB-1's barrel atop the balcony's edge, the Cultist exhales to steady his aim, aligning the unknown pony's front right hoof with the steel posts.
>'If I miss even one I am going to call Slaanesh useless and offer no excess for this month!'

>Letting the first two heartbeats pass before squeezing the trigger back three times in rapid succession, Corsen rocks back and inhales quickly, continuing his tirade by thundering at the still hostile ponies below.
"LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS AND BOW TO ME YOU WORTHLESS WHORES, MY MERCY SHALL ONLY LAST FOR ANOTHER MINUTE BEFORE I BOIL YOUR HOOVES FOR PENANCE!"
[1d6] <U.Intimidate
[1d6+3] <E.Small Arms+D.C.F.
[1d6+3]
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Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 16 Oct 2015 18:15:36 No.25097586 Report Delete

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>>25096980
>only two
I RAISE YOU FOR FOUR NIGGERS

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Fri 16 Oct 2015 18:57:22 No.25098106 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25121323

>>25092214

>Glancing at the lantern gem brightening the room, Lont listened to the Lorekeeper as he stared vacantly into the light as the cloaked Crystal mare talked.
>In a language that is not Kingdom.
>"Is that 'Imperial'? Dammit I think it is."
>Her dialect and cadence was similar to Kingdom, but there were enough differences in it to make discerning what she said impossible without studying the language first.
>Which he didn't.
>A large oversight that dawned on him right then and there. If he was going to talk to both generations, he needed to learn the other tongue ASAP.
>"FFFFFFFuck.."

"Uhm...I don't speak Imperial.."
>Scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment, the Operators' mind was awash with ways to rectify this problem.
>!
"Hang on, I may not speak it, but I can -read- it."
>He tapped his reading glasses as a sly grin enveloped his lips, growing bigger as the Lorekeeper came to the same conclusion.
>She can write in Imperial and he could respond in Common.
>With the bonus of no one eavesdropping being none the wiser.
>Not to say there were any! But just as a precaution.

>Returning with a parchment and two quills, Amerose wrote first before floating the sheet to Lonts open hand, where he gave a confirming nod as he read.
>She wrote of how it was safer to speak in Imperial since few knew of it and that she was aligned with the older generation.
>Good.
>With his own provided quill in left hand, the Operator wrote in response.
"Yes I was referring to the conflict, but that isn't the only thing I wanted to know. Namely advise. Can you tell me anything that might help me when I talk to the Lorekeepers and younger Wardens?"
>He pauses, before adding.
"I was told also Ethereals are currently in the Empire, a Captain and two Adapts, yeah..."
>Returning the sheet to her, he wondered if she had any helpful pointers when dealing with the Ethereal's that might smooth out relations...Other than suddenly dying or popping out of existence from Tallus forever.

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Fri 16 Oct 2015 19:24:19 No.25098401 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25102318

>Belltower: UPCA, The Duchess Deal

>>25079866

>"Damnit, I really wanna snag her but if they don't stop chasing you I'm just going to set something on fi- hold on, I could swear I just heard fatass say they've found a pony-"
>Calmly returning the warning with an intensely annoyed grumble, Belltower depicts an image of her divebombing a unicorn and latching onto a larger-than-normal ass with her teeth, cutting short with a high pitched, angered snarl.
>"Where'd the batfilly come from!? Piss on this, I'm MAKING a diversion for you!"
[1d6+4] <Bat-Intimidation
[1d6+4]
[1d6+7] <E.Dive
[1d6+7]
[1d6+7]
[1d6+8] <Ambush: Crushing Claws
[1d6+8]
[1d6+8] <M.Crushing Claws
[1d6+8]
[1d6+8]

[1d6+2] <E.Lunge
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]
[1d2] <B.Assassinate
[1d6+3] <E.Piercing Claws
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3]

>Diving down, into, and through the Underdark's utterly pitch black depths, the shape of a wall forms appearing much too quickly before being delivered into a misstep, forced into a combat roll to avoid faceplanting on it.
>Striking down the newly darkened street, the first three from the left and right all appeared to be much larger than the one you were searching for, though you note no new alarms were being raised behind you.
>The fourth opposing mansions, however, each seemed to be the correct size, both having a decent lower floor with a small upper building atop the roof, the western one containing six ponies, the east with seven.
>Checking the last two southernmost mansions, there was only a pair of occupants to the west, while the east was entirely empty.

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Fri 16 Oct 2015 20:37:13 No.25099235 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25104463

>Uncontested Territories: The Greccion

>>25093336
>Leaning out from cover provided by a leafless oak tree, the Greccion tries to determine if the ponies could be avoided at this range.
[1d6+3] B.Perception
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3] >R.E

>Your HUD gives a clearer image of the trio as they move right into the open, it scrolling the same readings you've been getting for the past while for certain objects, the ones your leader have commented on being "magic" in nature.
>Out of the three, the one with the most ostentatious armour emanated the highest levels. You also note this particular equine had a sort of tower shield on their back, it producing zero "magical" emissions of its own.
>The other two appeared to have dully beaten thick plate armour with simple scales underneath, both having rows of vertical 'things' running across their sides too. Whether or not those were part of the armour yourself nor the HUD could tell at this moment.
"They haven't seen us, and will likely move on, check around if we can move forward while I watch their movements."
[1d6-2]

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 16 Oct 2015 21:41:02 No.25100115 Report Delete

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>>25095915
Your worst nightmare.

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Fri 16 Oct 2015 22:42:21 No.25100987 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25104515

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25093760
>The Enforcers beak rattles sporadically in a way you recognize as extreme anxiety, something you see Cu'Nir noticing as well as you tilted your head to look at her, who's body language was that of uneasiness.
"Fuigah? Fuigah, Fuigah, Fuigah, Fuigah FUIGAH! She was talking to me last before they left-talking about things down there-stuff that could be a potential danger-so I pulled everyone back to the surface and we have been stuck in this ring town flying around with little word from the Vale and the rest of the world and and and and and-"
>Glancing back at you with a marginal twitch on her feathered brow, you catch a glint in her eyes as she stood up to move closer to Blackbeak.
>He full body flinching in place at seeing the large Gryphoness coming over from his side.
"-and and and Cu'Nir would of known what is best-she would of dealt with every and and-"
>Placing her warm metallic wing over the incredibly stressed out catbirds back, which cut him off from his mentally unstable tirade, she softy muttered in an affectionate tone.
[Gryphonic] "Its not your fault, Dh'Ruama."
>Blackbeak's twitching ear stills along with the rest of him, leaving you unsure if you were supposed to hear what she was saying.
[Gryphonic] "....This is why it never worked out..."
>Slumping back onto the floor, the Enforcer stared glassy eyed into the sky outside, deep whistling exhales blowing from his nares.
>Before you could say anything, Cu'Nir shot you a "don't-say-anything" look as she pointed a razor sharp primary towards the ledge of this level, wanting you to give them some privacy.

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Fri 16 Oct 2015 22:46:40 No.25101052 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25101065 >>25101141 >>25132528 >>25134080

>>25096437
>the knight realized that a much more immediate solution to the current dilemma was needed
>[Indurian] "Friend, I doth realize thou art yet tired, however, I require your assistance."
>the knight drops his crossbow on the ground and quickly draws the Xiphos, removing a gauntlet in preparation for the blood sacrifice
>[Andrammelech] "Thou must offer some strife to fan the flames, in that case."
>the knight then quickly slices a deep cut in his palm, allowing the pain to radiate through his entire being before calling upon the power of the Stone itself to further augment the growing power he felt rising in his gullet
[Indurian] "HOLY STONE, I BESEECH THEE; GRANT ME YOUR POWER!!"
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Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Fri 16 Oct 2015 22:47:46 No.25101065 Report Delete

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>>25101052
shit, forgot the roll
[1d6]> Holy Stone Capricorn

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Fri 16 Oct 2015 22:53:46 No.25101141 Report Delete

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>>25101052
>>25101065
STONE'S POWER = ROUND 1/4!!
ARCHON OF BATTLE ACTIVATED!! ROUND 1!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ParUJ9Ll7dk
>the knight's body surges with a rush of newfound strength as his eyes begin glowing bright red through the slits of his helmet visor
>he lets out another great roar as he charges towards Sparky's tendrils
>planting himself firmly on the bridge with both feet and grasping one tendril in each hand, the knight roars again as he begins pulling with all his magically and daemonically enhanced mortal might
[Andrammelech & Indurian] "YOU SHALL NOT FALL!!!"
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Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0

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Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0 Sat 17 Oct 2015 00:05:22 No.25101992 Report Delete

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>>25090433
>Pondering the fun he could have with more fucbo-comrades around the Fortress, Hollow shrugs in Roust's general direction
>"Well, since we'll probably be heading to the Hive after we finish this job, we can ask Chrysabutt if she knows any Crystal ponies who'd make a good house mother, as it were. And I'm sure she won't object to us taking a Drone and a Tender, or two, she'll probably have some she can spare by now with how fast things have been growing over there...although we may need to install more beds in the Nest...or go full Hive."
>Her armor is seriously like a mecha anime now...
>"Well, if you had to deal with Sweet all day..."
>Cringing slightly at the idea of it, Hollow drives away the thought, instead Staring at the pony head
>...That's a new one
>"Knowing how feisty she is, who knows...and we'll drag along whoever we can catch!"

>Eyes tracking Shanis like the guidance systems in a cruise missile, Hollow pounces into the air, squiggling towards her like a floating human snake
>I can only imagine how bizarre I look when I do this...
>Snickering at the thought, Hollow landed with a thump in front of the library doors, looking up at Shanis with a grin
"Hey there Merc Queen. Have you ever ridden a changeling?"
>His grin only growing, Hollow rolled over once, before continuing
"Or fancied digging around in a old building for treasure lately?"
>Things can only get better from here on out!

Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9

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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9 Sat 17 Oct 2015 00:32:08 No.25102318 Report Delete

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>>25098401
>"Well, if you stopped stalking them so closely maybe they wouldn't have-"
>Did she?
>Yeah, she did?
>She attacked that unicorn with the fat butt.
>For fuck's sake, Bell...
>For some odd reason, this isn't the first time the batmare has spontaneously attacked guards during a recovery.
>"Are you alright? Handling yourself?"

>The first six mansions still weren't correct, the Ranger passing them.
>An empty irritation began to settle in.
>The next two were promising, though, as well as the last one on to the West.
>The East one was empty, which meant no pony to capture.
>Floating throughout the street's shadows, Jeff passes by each of the three final suspect mansions for any indications either of them could be the Duchess's.
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Snakebite !!sF7ucFNVsmX

Snakebite !!sF7ucFNVsmX Sat 17 Oct 2015 00:50:22 No.25102533 Report Delete

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>>25092773
>"Doesn't speak English, great."
>"Still, I should see if i can help at all."
>I point to her, an exaggerated questioning look on my face, make a gesture as if i'm holding something, then point to my wrist.
>"She probably does have time to wait, if she's doing so already."
>"but I don't want her to not get the help she needs just because she's scared to wake Tipper up.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 17 Oct 2015 03:48:50 No.25104124 Report Delete

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RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ Sat 17 Oct 2015 04:42:12 No.25104463 Report Delete

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>>25099235
>The Clone breathes a silent sigh of relief in seeing that threat analysis is still online.
>...Maybe that could something to upgrade in future, he thought.

>More importantly though, whatever "magic" operated the border line was present here, too.
>His relief is quickly rescinded.
>Force-Users.
>Combat to be avoided at all costs.
>Even before his partner directs him, he begins to look for a way to bypass the patrol.
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Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Sat 17 Oct 2015 04:51:15 No.25104515 Report Delete

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>>25100987
>That's....that's not a name I've heard before.
>I quickly notice the conversation taking a much different route, and decide it best not to inquire, nor point out that he seems to have missed the fact that I would have been long dead.
>Without a word, I nod and quietly leave.
>I fiddle with my radio a little bit and replicate the static effect (albeit at much lower volume) out of not wanting to eavesdrop, even if accidentally.

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Anonymous Sat 17 Oct 2015 08:43:35 No.25105739 Report Delete

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>What Hollow does for Christmas

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 17 Oct 2015 10:30:22 No.25106493 Report Delete

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>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25104515
>As the two catbirds muttered to themselves, you moved out from the shelter of the level and onto the edge where you caught sight of a bright white Gryphoness flying towards the tower.
>Landing a floor under you, she stared up at you perplexed.
"How did you get onto that ledge?"

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Sat 17 Oct 2015 11:46:50 No.25107852 Report Delete

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>>25106493
>Thankfully I'm still capable of hearing speech actually directed to me.
"Thanks to the Huntsmaster."
>I'd assume there'd be some other way up, but thinking on it some more brings me to the conclusion that there's much quicker ways for them to traverse storyes.

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 17 Oct 2015 12:36:35 No.25109214 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25109641

>Uncontested Territories: The Greccion

>>25104463
>Right now the patrol appeared to be staying 50ft west of you, all being motionless as they conversed among themselves.
>Should be simple then to give them the slip.

>Swinging your head around to the east, you see the forestry grew thicker with younger softwoods between old hardwoods.
>Going there would put distance between you and the enemy along with keeping to a simple path, no way of losing sight of the tower.

"Problem, two unicorns with two manipulator sets each. Biggest threat is the Order shield mare."
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RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ Sat 17 Oct 2015 13:04:17 No.25109641 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25112965

>>25109214
>Whatever "manipulators" are, they like something one wouldn't want to have to fight against.
>Considering that these three could potentially be Force-Users, anything they have or could do would fit that description. Although the question remains of what use they could make of it , being non-sentients.
>Not that he gives it any attention. An optimal path has been found.
"If we head into the trees, their cover starts to get more dense, and then we have a good path around."
>He makes a very slight indication in the route's direction, making sure he doesn't move enough to be spotted.
>Despite everything, the identifications for the creatures still seem to be the same. Given what it's carrying, "shield mare" sounds like an appropriate enough title. He wonders for but a moment whose shield it is.

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 17 Oct 2015 14:01:52 No.25110377 Report Delete

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>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25107852
>The pristine white Gryphoness, who you noticed had a long running scar along their side under the wing, rotated her head around in confusion.
"The huntsmaster is here, where abouts?"
>Disappearing to check the room on the level she was on for a moment, she returned into view to gaze up at you with a worrying tone.
"Is she talking to Enforcer Blackbeak?"

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Sat 17 Oct 2015 14:50:33 No.25110952 Report Delete

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>>25110377
>I'd hate to think how that happened.
>Or what it was like, wings being as delicate as they usually are.
"Up here, but it'd be best if you left them to it."

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 17 Oct 2015 15:55:05 No.25112134 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25112947

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25110952
>Cocking her beaked head back in a surprised manner, the pristine Gryphoness looked through the satchels about herself.
"In that case I will be on standby in case things go south."
>"More than they have."
>Remaining silent for moment, the catbird rubbed her feathery cheek with a folded wing.
"...Have you...Talked to Captain Swe lately?"

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Sat 17 Oct 2015 16:48:09 No.25112947 Report Delete

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>>25112134
>It sounds like things haven't been particularly stable as of late.
>Not even just inactive.
"I've not had the chance, no. A lot of us have been busy over the past few months, and that left Swe kind of out of contact since he wasn't around to help."

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 17 Oct 2015 16:49:20 No.25112965 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25113282

>Uncontested Territories: The Greccion

>>25109641
>Following to where you indicated, the Greccion nodded slightly before ever so slowly crouch stalking on over towards the thicket.
"I overheard them speaking about something farther south of here, something to do with a 'farmers market'."
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RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ Sat 17 Oct 2015 17:17:34 No.25113282 Report Delete

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>>25112965
>"Farmer's market" is an odd combination of words, the Clone mentally mutters to himself.
>He thinks on them for a few seconds before realising the potential, given how primitive, if mysterious, this world is - in a world like this, perhaps mere individuals possess the importance of large manufacturing corporations in the chain of supply.
"These farmers might be useful suppliers to the Order - eliminating them could cripple the enemy forces. I can't say for sure, but it sounds like a better target than a guard post."
>After all, attacking a guard post would likely result in the enemy increasing defensive measures, making attacks on important targets more difficult.
>He follows his leader, slowly and quietly, staying more attentive than usual due to enemy proximity.
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>Wait, did he just say he heard them talking?

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Anonymous Sat 17 Oct 2015 18:22:06 No.25113985 Report Delete

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 17 Oct 2015 19:57:07 No.25115324 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25120952

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25112947
>Hearing this, the Gryphonesses feline ears sag down in disappointment.
"O-oh...Will you ever be able to contact him again, soon maybe?"
>

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 17 Oct 2015 21:10:19 No.25116174 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25122028

>Uncontested Territories: The Greccion

>>25113282
>With a rustle of grounded leaves a few feet ahead you the Greccion was about to enter the softwood thicket, pausing briefly to speak back in a quietly.
"It could mean we're close to a major population area too."
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>Checking behind you one more time as you entered the grove of tree's, you catch the enemy patrol were casually wondering closer in your direction, their movement telling you they had no notion of you being here.
>Your HUD picks up echos of a language entirely different to others you have heard coming from their direction, and by the fluctuations your HUD displayed the trio must be having a boisterous laughter over something.

>Crawling into the thicket to minimize the disturbance from the softwoods, you feel the ground under the leaves was quite malleable compared to the rest of the forest.
>After this interesting tidbit, you spot muddied objects jutting out from the viscus earth scattered everywhere.
>You realize what they were before your leader curses in his own irritating tongue silently.
>Barely.
[Greccion] "!?!?!?!"
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>Armour, weapons and bodies. Gryphon bodies, with some of the more exposed ones having no feathers nor fur, replaced with plenty of black and blue wounds.
>Oddly, there appeared to be no fauna taking advantage of all this free compost, this probably answered by your HUD showing the dirt was colder than the surrounding forestry, as if you had stumbled into a walk-in freezer.
"Why didn't I smell anything!?"
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>That...Was -not- quiet.
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Anonymous Sat 17 Oct 2015 23:48:52 No.25118128 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25118645

>>25081674
>>25082347

>Smiling dryly, Lejura's free ear twitches humorously at you, her tone mock-chiding.
"Lejura knows what was meant, her humor is merely subtler than yours."
>Expression turning interested, the dim silver mare stills at the information, speaking in a semi-normal manner.
"Have heard of similar a thing within the Empire called a hololith, very heavy, very costly, and all but impossible to use by those that are not Crystal ponies. Lejura had not three hundred thousand Bits to spare upon one once, thus trading an entire fortune for a marvel of Empire technology made her queasy."
>Gazing from your hands to her left forehoof with a concerned frown, the mare wiggles it thoughtfully.
"For the past twenty-five thousand years we have done the same.. mostly for the worst. Entire continents have been sundered by the false goddesses, some of which have been wiped clean several times now."
>Glancing at and swiftly dismissing the strange weapon with a roll of her eyes, the Saddle Arabian's tail flicks in an irritated manner.
"Progress we do not like, to hear but not see and touch another is impersonal, and if one pony wishes to tread upon the moon forced to become the false night goddess's slave they would be."
>Remaining quiet until you finish, Lejura's expression falls flat, her eye in view narrowed grimly.
"No, you do not, Lejura.. simply does not know what to think of humans now. Constant war and battle is not within the blood of rightful ponies, yet those as yourself profess knowledge and the will to heal others against other professions of war? She is most confounded and intrigued, yet trepidation towards human nature has risen within her heart."
>Tapping her free forehoof on the bed for a minute, the dim silver mare halts, staring at you in mixed confusion and concerned.
"Did you.. state that you were a filly? And what was that about panic?"

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sun 18 Oct 2015 00:25:46 No.25118602 Report Delete

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>Remostrine Naliyna

>>25084582

>Tilting her head up at you, the fuchsia Crystal mare rolls her eyes, lifting a forehoof and puffing her chest out in mock indignation.
"That just means I'm well prepared to go anywhere and everywhere! ..except for another volcano."
>Putting her hoof down and tilting her head in thought, Naliyna lifts her shoulders dismissively.
"Not.. really, no, I'm a little different, most ponies only buy what they know they're going to need, and might add another day's worth of food if they think they'll take a detour. I like traveling for a few extra days, so it's kinda hard for me to keep a schedule. As for supplies, most every mare likes having six or seven sets of something they use a lot, like ponyshoes, hoofboots, cloaks, saddlebags or packs, that sort, to loan out. Demand's usually stable unless it's for a new fad."
>Blanking out for a second at the tiny impact, Naliyna scrunches at you in return, huffing a bit, then cracks a mischievous smile in return.
"I'll never be out of a job unless I didn't want to do it anymore. Besides, I could always sell lumber!"

"I don't think so, my family hasn't heard anything about them for quite a while now."
>Activating the float enchantment on her shoes, Naliyna creeps up to the front door, pushing it open with her nose, ducking down to leave enough space for you to look in.
>Inside was a rather simple white interior containing a desk in the center, four beds well spaced apart, each with retractable privacy walls and curtains, what seemed to be a surgical suite in the rear, and rows of cabinets behind it, completely filled to the bring with the same supplies the clinic held.
>Atop one of the left beds, however, was a pair of well built Crystal pony mares sixty-nining, rather loudly too, the one on the bed wrapping her hooves around the other's rear legs.

>Backing up and giving the door a flat stare, Naliyna shakes her head, muttering under her breath quietly.
"We.. didn't see that. We should go."

Novus !UudpX9O7aw

Novus !UudpX9O7aw Sun 18 Oct 2015 00:28:54 No.25118645 Report Delete

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>>25118128

>Novus sighs a bit, releived by that
"Ah good... Hard to tell sometimes with you horses."
>Moving past that, he passes by the pony equivalent of a TV off with a shrug
"Our devices were quite cheaper"
>Cant say anything about the quality of the programmig though..
>Novus stares at her, a bit confused now
"Uh... Um... Alright... Thats fucking horrible. But no no no, you dont seem to understand, in my world there are no goddesses like yours... Just that fucking STAG..."
>He curses that old god in a small whisper
"... Humans havent had any gods guiding them, people that preport to be gods are just fools and dictators like the Jap Emporers or the crazy dictator in North Korea. They dont have magical bullshit like Princess Celery and Moonass. They are just leaders that claim to be."
>He just shrugs
"From what ive seen, ponies and humans are not that different, psychology wise. Take that as you will"
>Coughing a bit, he looks up at the ceiling, chuckling a bit nervously
"Aha.... Wellllll, I was a filly all throughput the Stalingr- Stalliongrad mission, was an illusion but it felt pretty damn real to me, plus i was in a heard and that was a bit of a straaaange experience... The last part I... Didn't know where any of the supplies were in the clinic and i didnt know what pony medicines would do so i blundered with a patient until a medic who knew where all everything was came in and made me look like an incompetent fool. Though that is my fault for saying that... Anyways its done, it happened, I need to read that book you generously gave me, just its done. Now, anything else you want to talk about Lejura?"

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Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9 Sun 18 Oct 2015 00:54:15 No.25118974 Report Delete

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>>25094600

>Pareidolia continues to discreetly sidle around the edge of the smoke cloud, attempting to listen for and see where Barlen was within the cloud

[1d6]< E. Perception
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>Appears to be changing tactics, defense mechanism?
>Will need to confirm resistance to ranged weaponry, probable armor growth, slowed movement
>...
>Probability of success, minimal
>Protracted engagement unadvised, close range combat untenable, long range engagement ineffective

>Noting flickering patches on his suit's optic fibers, he activates the suit once more as he moves back

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sun 18 Oct 2015 02:10:29 No.25119997 Report Delete

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>Basin Village, Last Stop Restaurant

>>25087009

>Nodding affirmatively at the question, the mare blanches for several seconds, turning her head to stare at the back, then returns to you with a fearful expression.
"I don't.. um.. the cook won't allow that, if I say anything about adding alcohol to food she's going to bite my head off but I'll get you a bottle of cider. If you want history go talk to those two-"
>Shakily pointing a thick, rounded claw towards a batpony with a bright red, well groomed coat sitting alone at the north end of the bar, then pauses at the the passed out minotaur, an angry expression passing over the teal mare's face.
"...nevermind him, he's annoying AND loud when he wakes up after drinking. The mare's name over there is Dust Rune, just go ask her nicely and she'll answer everything you wanna know."
>Grinning slightly at catching your look, the barmare winks, then turns about, trodding off with her hips swaying towards the restaurant's kitchen.

>>25090050

"Very well, I will arrange monthly payment in advance at Tartarus Isle rates."
>Shaking her head with a bright smile, Nova nods towards the map once more, visibly shifting in discomfort.
"No, do not mind it, only former military members may dismiss, the rest care little for formality. Ensure you memorize the layout and where you are allowed to enter, or there will be.. very, very loud shouting involved."

>Lifting a hoof to wave you off, the carnelian unicorn's eyes blank out, tipping over and landing with a *pomf* across the couch.

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sun 18 Oct 2015 02:44:10 No.25120377 Report Delete

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>Baroness Celery Souffle

>>25092374

>Left eye closing with a droll 'you-guessed-right' nod, the royal blue unicorn's nose twitches with a mildly exasperated sigh.
"That is correct. Neighvada does not trust any of the Solar faction, but I suppose it would appear too politically motivated to prevent the young General of the Honor Guard from taking over the long defunct Starborn Enclave on their southern border, notwithstanding their export ban to Canterlot."
>Trying not to appear dismissive, and mostly failing, Celery stretches her artificial leg out with an even more droll roll of her eyes.
"From what I have gathered, that human lost considerably hard, he should have expected. A fight between Meridian Veil, the gryphon rogue Threx, and Lucky herself occurred while the human was in the hospital recovering. He then went on a bit of a destruction spree across Las Pegasus's marketplace, destroying quite a bit of property, and left to elsewhere immediately afterwards. I do not know where that was as nopony has admitted accepting a human, but several of the Rogue Elites stated a team of Wards was sent to secure him. As you can imagine, they were promptly executed, and then likely dumped into a Scar of the Moors."
>Settling her foreleg down with a wry smile, the noblemare quickly frowns, eyeing the amethyst prosthetic.
"We knew they had a backer, yet no links were ever confirmed. I would pay much to know whom supported them. I can, however, tell you that Lucky and her allies attacked their villa here. It did not take long to force a surrender, but some resisted, of course. They should die of starvation any day now."
>Eyes raising to meet yours, the Baroness's eyes roll humorously, placing her cheek on the rest and rubbing it against the soft material with a content exhale.
"No, we merely bought her entire association and it's possessions, but we did not accept her proposition as the trust we hold with the Empire is far more important than her minor conflict."

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Sun 18 Oct 2015 03:33:00 No.25120952 Report Delete

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>>25115324
>His decision did strike me as odd.
>Clearly, he was quite important to those around here, not to mention Blackbeak.
"I don't know. From the sound of it, he's gone to lead a more...domestic life? That's probably a terrible way to put it. I can't tell if he'll ever come back into this line of work, but it sounds unlikely."

Sunny !FlareDy136

Sunny !FlareDy136 Sun 18 Oct 2015 03:33:25 No.25120956 Report Delete

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>>25119997

>As soon as the unicorn was unconscious, Sunny proceeded to blush hard and beat her head against the nearest hard surface, keeping her eyes shut in embarrassment.
>After ensuring that she was just shy of a minor concussion, Sunny's blush receded and she turned again to Nova.
>Should... Should she be leaving her there?
>Damn she was cute, Sunny wanted to touch her nose.
>Probably better to leave her there, it could be awkward if she tried to do anything for the narcoleptic pony.
>Sunny turned to the map to figure out where she was and where she should be going.
>First on her list was to see if she could get her hooves on a heatstone.
>Fountain was to the north a bit. The workshop was in the easternmost building on the northern end of the complex that she could see.
>Her path would be taking her past the Operator barracks, mess hall and command center.
>Lovely.
>Her path set, Sunny wandered off, giving a final glance at Nova and managing to suppress her flighty belly.
>She'd head straight for the workshop. Straight for the workshop. Maintain professionalism.
>Sunny kept her eye and ears open for anyone approaching her as she moved.

[1d6+3]< B. Perception
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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sun 18 Oct 2015 04:09:56 No.25121323 Report Delete

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>>25098106

>Raising an eyebrow under the hood, Amerose decides to remain exactly where she was until you return.
>'Sleeps with Cadence, among other things, yet does not know Imperial? I'm not sure if that's funny, or weird.'
>Penning down her words quickly, the robed Crystal mare simply erases them after you've read, humming quietly to pull the ink from the sheet and returning it to the well.
>Stock still for half a minute while she reads, the ink is removed once more, quill dipped in, then streaks across the paper, her hum turning amused.
'You will not have a problem with Lorekeepers as they are not admitted unless they are Kingdom adherents. As for many of the younger generation, including the newer Wardens, they share many defining traits:'
'They often have poor work ethics, feel that they have the right to refuse mandatory two-year service, preferring to insist they are ever protected by Cadence, whom at the moment is busied by the many survivors from Las Pegasus, and many consider themselves to be 'victims'-'
>Written in bold, lifting her head up to reveal a contemptful, smug smile.
'Of the Empire, yet since most were born after the troubles they are stomped upon by the older generations. They must be commanded and shown that taking up the ways of their elders is stability, not relying on an overworked alicorn and her so called 'caste'-'
>Once more with the smile, only this time Amerose snickers.
'Of Wardens and Keepers that are quite smile in comparison to even citizen militias of small towns.'
>Stepping away to let you read, the mare hops onto the table, idly prodding with the tip of a hoof at an odd split biteblade, one side black, the other white.
>Glancing over at the addition, the page is frowned at, flipped over and then written upon.
'Ethereals as a rule despise Otherworldly beings, which includes humans. I would suggest avoiding any, unfortunately your presence will likely draw them anyhow, so it would be best to ignore them if approached.'

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ Sun 18 Oct 2015 05:53:06 No.25122028 Report Delete

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>>25116174
"Perhaps, but attacking something like a barracks, while useful, might be too risky."
>They're...laughing.
>And they're definitely talking. Not a language he can identify.
>He makes a mental note to add that strange detail to the records later. Now, though, there was another detail to pay attention to.
>The ground wasn't actually ground at all.
>"Ew...that's grim. It's not a Geonosian hatchery, but it's nasty."
"Sir, keep your voice down!"
>He said with as much urgency as possible without raising his voice.
"They might have heard that. I suggest we change direction slightly in case they come over. There's not much else that we can do to make distance quickly without being seen."

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sun 18 Oct 2015 06:28:36 No.25122194 Report Delete

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>Shanis

>>25101992

>'She would not mind, I have already discussed it with her, but I am a little loathe to make the Nest any bigger than it is now.'
>'Or deal with any snores..'
>'I would suggest bringing someone that either does not mind the cold, can run quickly, or would not mind being dragged along.'

>Crossing a foreleg over the other, Shanis cocks her head to right, throwing a wing up and burying her face into her feathers, trying to stifle her cackles behind it, failing miserably and convulsing with laughter.
>Quieting after a minute and wiping her eyes with an air of enjoyment, she lets out a content sigh, followed by a short snicker, gliding to the doors and nudging them open, looking down with a humored smile.
"You have any idea how silly you looked doing that, and how awfully ridiculous that question was? If the answer was: 'ridiculously silly', I'd say today's the best day I've had since Sweet asked me to be her special somepony and then sat on a vine-cactus."
>Cracking a grin at the thoughts, her eyes close for several seconds, opening with a bright sounding chuckle.
"Sadly, the answer to both questions is no. Never had a ride on a Changeling, and the last building I dug in was probably the Atelier Armory about six months ago."
>Stepping outside and letting the door close behind her, the Mercenary Queen gazes up at the sky with a hint of irritation, then shrugs it off.
"I've been enjoying the warm weather since then, right until a giant storm hit and forced me off the Isle. Rather, Sweet pushed me out, said I'd be safer here rather than get soaked and annoyed as she puts it, so, I've got nothing to do, and-"
>Glancing from side to side to make sure nopony heard her, Shanis leans forwards, her eyes locked on the east side of the library as she mutters quietly, then stands up, straightening her wings with a small smile.
"I'm nervous around foals."
"ANYHOW.. if something involves a Changeling and plundering somewhere, I'm up for it."

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sun 18 Oct 2015 06:50:27 No.25122321 Report Delete

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>Belltower: UPCA, The Duchess Deal

>>25102318

>Between a loud shriek quite a distance off, Belltower must've kept her radio on just long enough so you could, quite literally, hear the exact moment between a cackle so devious it made cold shivers streak up your spine, and the precise moment her fangs sink into something decidedly soft and fleshy.. when it suddenly clicks off.
>Likely at the same exact distance, and a second later, a unicorn, distinctly a young mare, begins screaming at such a high pitch that you can feel your eyes water, though the range was enough that your eardrums were completely safe.

[1d6+3] <F.E. Venom
[1d6+8] <M.Melee: Mythril Fishing Net
[1d6+8]
[1d6+8]
[1d6+8]

[1d2] <Ass-Bitten Unicorn's Reaction

[1d6] <Batfilly's Reaction

[1d20] <#1's Horrified Reaction
[1d20] <#2's Horrified Reaction
[1d20] <#3's Horrified Reaction
[1d20] <#4's Horrified Reaction

>Now likely having far more than enough time to survey the entire District at your leisure, your concentration slips a bit as you cross into the seventh mansion's courtyard, being the same size mansion as the one the Duchess owned, though it had no fountain to be seen.
>Popping back onto the main street and inside the eighth's courtyard, through the wall entirely, you find a terrifying number of various stone sculptures, each in the center of perhaps fifty or so fountains, all ponies, all highly detailed, and all in highly erotic poses.. complete with cumshots and even an ahegao face on one mare shaped from limestone.
>The sight was almost enough to make you nope the fuck back onto the main road, but the idea passes by rather quickly as a single perimeter alarm ward brightens the section of the wall you passed through, fading quickly as two small motions occur in an upper and lower window.

[1d6+5] <E.Scouting
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]

[1d6+5] <M.Arcane Senses
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sun 18 Oct 2015 09:18:59 No.25122975 Report Delete

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>>25102533

>Returning the look and motions by flattening her ears, the aquamarine Crystal mare again mutters in the flowing language out loud with an irritated tone.
[Kingdom Crystal Pony] "....?"
>Halting to flick her tail, the mare watches as it lands atop a large burnt patch of skin close to her Mark, just so happening to be a pear cut gem, the top half a clouded purple, the lower part a foggy yellow, then scowls, her expression becoming a little more hostile than you'd prefer to see.
>Dragging her tail down and pointing towards Tipper with a rear hoof, it's directed towards the row of cabinets to the north side above the couch.
>Rolling onto her chest, belly down, she makes a exaggerated motion of holding a small shape between her front hooves, lifting them upwards and pantomiming biting down on something, tapping her right forehoof in the empty space, then making a circling motion onto her left leg with the right hoof.

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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9

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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9 Sun 18 Oct 2015 11:11:32 No.25123742 Report Delete

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>>25122321
>The shrilly screech of a unicorn, from far away, made him freeze up.
>'Ohhh man, she bit that mare hard.'
>'Hehehe.'
>Regardless, for whatever reason, it made him chuckle to himself.

>The seventh mansion was a bust, with no fountains to be seen.
>On his last straw, Jeff heads for the only house he hasn't checked yet.
>And he kind of wished he hadn't.
>Yepp, there fountains, alright.
>If a black shadowy mass could visually cringe, Jeff definitely managed to do it.
>This... HAD to be the Duchess's mansion.
>But all of those statues...
>The fuck man.
>THE. FUCK.
>Slipping backwards, out of mild uncomfortableness, the Ranger notices a triggered ward. Most likely his doing.
>Shit.
>And Belltower's prompt 'ass'ault wouldn't have gone unnoticed.
>The light disappears, and he notices movement from one side on each level.
>Wasting no time to possibly move out of their vision, Jeff makes a speedy loop away from the triggered wall and around to the wall the movements came from to stay out of their view.
>He climbs straight up the wall knowing he would go unseen, unless they were to stick their heads out.
[1d6+10] <Shadow Dive
[1d6+8] <Second Rush: Speed
[1d6+8]
[1d6+8]
[1d6+10] <Perfect Grip

>He keeps track of both bodies, through the walls, to possibly point out the Duchess.
[1d6+10] <Void Sight

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 18 Oct 2015 12:23:37 No.25124406 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25125064 >>25125209

>>25122028
>Uncontested Territories: The Greccion

>Visibly shaking like he did so back on the mountaintops, your albino leader glances back at you with a self scalding expression as he tries to pull his limbs out from the grim grime.
"Possibly, lets move out now. Make sure to wipe your paws and claws clean before leaving. We don't want to leave any tracks."
[1d6-2]

>The HUD picks up a flatline in the enemy patrols' communicating, the laughing from before replaced with dead silence.
>Peering over your shoulder, a chill runs up your spine as you only see the one "Shield Mare" alone fast trotting towards your position, she expertly weaving between trees.
>You didn't need to contemplate on where the other two went, as kicked up leaves flowed at the armoured mares sides.
>Your helmet is flooded with data, telling you a spike in "magic" is occurring from the trio of approaching ponies.
"Remove as much as possible!"
[1d6-2]

>The Greccion commanded in a rushed hiss, returning your attention to him you see he was on the other side of the mass swampy grave, desperately scrapping the layer of dirt off his duel coat.
"We cannot take them on, let alone jeopardize the mission."
[1d6] >Dirt Removal

>>25120952
>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>Deflating in an accepting sigh, the white Gryphoness slowly nods, quietly muttering in Gryphonic.
[Gryphonic] "Felt like we had something..."
>Gazing back up to you, or rather the floor you were on, her sombre mood evaporated away as she refocused on what she was actually there for.
"How is Enforcer Blackbeak? I've come to check up on him to see if he got his sleep, something that was -strongly advised- to him."

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RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ Sun 18 Oct 2015 13:22:42 No.25125064 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25131808

>>25124406
"Roger that."
>The Commando's composure remains solid. His leader's does not fare as well.
>That is, until he glances back.
>Enemies approaching, he can deal with.
>But things point to the other two....
>Definitely Force-Users, but that was certainly not a common ability. Only a couple of Jedi at most had ever been able to do that.
>There isn't time to stand around, though.
>He doesn't allow himself to get distracted, following his leader and attempting to remove as much of a trace as he could.
[1d6]

Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0

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Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0 Sun 18 Oct 2015 13:30:40 No.25125171 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25125620 >>25149491

>>25122194
>...?
>"Ya don't want to make the Nest bigger? Whys that?"
>Maybe she doesn't want to turn lazy like Chrysalis...

>Trying and failing to suppress his giggles, Hollow grins at Shanis with a glint in his eye
"I have many ideas, and many of them are ridiculous, and I recall once sitting on a ball cactus..."
>She seems in a good mood today
>Fun times ahead!
"Well, I can definitely say that Changeling riding is the kind of experience you should definitely have at least once. However, I can't say if this particular ruin will be as interesting as that."
>Putting his hands under his head and grinning at Shanis, Hollow waits...
>And...
>...nervous around foals?
"Oh...I see. Well, I think we can definitely avoid foals out there. This should definitely be interesting then! Go ahead and get yourself ready and comfortable then, while I see if I can track down one more helping hand. Here, have a bit for the ride!"
>With a snicker filled with evil, Hollow ran around Shanis into the library, flicking a bit straight at her ass
>One of these days, I'm gonna get myself into trouble like this...I can't wait!
>Dashing away into the library, Hollow looks about for someone interesting to join his merry band
>...like Fuoco, the skeleton wizard
>Seriously never thought I'd be saying that
"Hey...Fuoco. Do you like digging around in old buildings for treasure by any chance?"

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Sun 18 Oct 2015 13:34:02 No.25125209 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25128565

>>25124406
"[Gryphonic] Been making friends, had he? That said, he might come back, in time, who knows. I tried to settle into a civilian life before and that...uh...that didn't go so well."
>Having realised the complete truth might not be that good for morale, I make a countering statement. As if my experiences are anything remotely common.
"Shaken, as expected. He was asleep, but woke up before I could leave a note saying we'd been here. He's up now, and we're trying to bring him back to his senses. How well it's going, I can't really tell. I'm not one to come up with words of motivation, really."

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FuocoScheletro !!+25lmJC9Bo6 Sun 18 Oct 2015 14:04:49 No.25125620 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25149491 >>25151013

>>25125171
>Fuoco looked at Hollow, still slightly dazed and confused from his.... experience from studying too much
"Hmm... Well, I would be lying if I were to say I didn't feel at home in old buildings. Sadly they were one of the few living arrangements one such as myself was able to procure. Peacefully anyways"
>A smile drifted across his face as his words seemed to echo off, or at least echo more than normal
>And yes, skeletons can smile
>Racist

Jack !!a/K6S7uPGgR

Jack !!a/K6S7uPGgR Sun 18 Oct 2015 14:11:39 No.25125716 Report Delete

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>>24933041
>Miniature, technicolor, talking ponies
>With hooks
>And flags
>How long was I drifting for?
>It can't have been long, the others would've at least seen me
>Ok, fuck, try not to think about them
>Can't get help without docking first
>Following the ponies' directions, Jack paddled directly into the middle of the U-shaped dock

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Anonymous Sun 18 Oct 2015 15:23:56 No.25126686 Report Delete

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 18 Oct 2015 16:22:28 No.25127510 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25127694 >>25151094 >>25151100

>>25121323

>Writing his response as he read the Lorekeepers advise, what knots of apprehension he had cautiously unwound.
"That's a relief, though I was told they want to play '20 questions'-"
>Pausing to snicker at the Lorekeeper bouncing up onto the table, he tilted his head down to gaze at the Knights Blades before continuing.
"-I can foresee some interesting questions thrown my way when I return them the Knights set, Hodch did tell you I wanted to bring it with me right?"
>Why wouldn't he, besides, he could trust Amerose in preparing the set properly. Want to make a good first impression after all to his new associates.

>Then he reached the Wardens.
>Really, that was it?
>That's what was dividing the Empire, its because they feel entitled?!
>"There has to be more to it than that."
"..Nal told me I could challenge them to duels so they would listen to me, know any prominent figures to target?"

>"Poor Cadence, she'll feel like she be betraying them if she put her hoof down."
"I'll talk to Cadence about the youngsters seeing her as a bulwark against duties and responsibilities, when she has time that is."
>Yeah, talk about politics during one of those fleeting moments of relaxation and privacy. This will go down swell.

>He rolled his eyes at the already known information about Ethereals, which was thankfully concealed by the glint of light reflecting off his reading glasses.
"I gathered that when I was killed by a Moss Wisp. I'll try to ignore them, lets hope they'll respect that. However, Belregard has been seen visiting the younger Wardens. This might make things harder to deal with."

>Speaking of things that might make things more complicated.
"Why are the Wards so disliked, what do they have to do to be infamous for being a group of healers?"
>He felt like he already knew the answer.
[1d6+4] E.Speech
[1d6+4]
[1d6+4]
>This was a curveball question sure, but if his hunch was correct he had to tell someone of the revelation.
>Who better than Amerose, right?

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 18 Oct 2015 16:36:17 No.25127694 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25151094 >>25151100

>>25127510
>He too hummed absentmindedly as he let paper leave his palm, taken by the Crystal mares invisible grip.
[1d6+3] >Singing +MVP (Humming sweet nothings)
[1d6+3]

Clemency !f/LjycW0U2

Clemency !f/LjycW0U2 Sun 18 Oct 2015 16:48:34 No.25127870 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25154538

>>25120377
"Hmm. Well, I hope Pike is somewhere keeping himself safe."
>So that's what happened
>Such an eventful time for him
>Ooh
>A bargaining chip
"So they already mobilized. Is this attack known?"
>Rolling his neck around to pop it a few times, Clem puts his elbow on the armrest and rests his head on his hand
"I can imagine. The trust needed to hide from whatever is looking from you due to your "exile". By the way, why did that happen? Or is it a "need-to-know basis" thing?"
>By God, what time is it
>Must be 2 or something
"You would pay to know? How about this. Instead of paying, you could support Valden and Keldon on their move into Manehatten. Then I could tell you who did it?"

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 18 Oct 2015 17:34:32 No.25128565 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25136707

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25125209
>Ears perking up, she appeared somewhat flustered.
"You understood me?!"
>Coughing, the Gryphoness huffed out once before regaining her composure.
"I should visit him sometime...soon-"
>"Very, very soon."
"It would of been better if you did not wake him, he is most likely delirious from the fatigue he has put himself under. And the Huntsmaster of all catbirds might push him over the edge."

Thrill--Collins !!/7XBlgSH75Y

Thrill--Collins !!/7XBlgSH75Y Sun 18 Oct 2015 17:58:55 No.25129017 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25156522

>>25118602

"...Yes."

>Tear his eyes away? Why would Collins want to do such a thing?
>At least, for a few more seconds, anyway.

"...We should."

>Either this was a shameless travesty of bedside manners, or this was the weirdest brothel that he and Naliyna had come across in Equestria.
>Was there even such a thing as themed brothels? The concept of 'sexual healing' sounded like a nightmare in hygiene.
>But it did make a great title for a song. Someone ought to write it.
>Finding the resolve to finally turn away from the well curved haunches and raised tails, Collins began to head to
>Well, he had no idea. Because Naliyna was still watching.
>The mercenary cleared his throat. Clearly. Loudly.

"...Let's just head to wherever it is we need to go."

>If things were going to go like he'd expected (and hoped), Collins was thankful that Tipper had considered herself well and truly over the hill by now.
>Nal didn't need any extra reason to get excited in the coming months.
>And he didn't need artificial hips at this point in his life.
>Starting to walk again, Collins kept on the lookout.

[1d6+3] >Piercing Visor

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 18 Oct 2015 20:36:20 No.25131808 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25136754

>Uncontested Territories: The Greccion

>>25125064
>The cold mud flops off your white commando issued armour leaving residue scrap marks, the dirt sinking back into the rest of the viscus ground.
"Run as quietly as possible."
[1d6-2]
[1d6+4] E.Stealth
[1d6+4]
[1d6+4]
[1d6+4] >R.E

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Sun 18 Oct 2015 21:22:19 No.25132528 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25134093

>>25096437
>"Goddamnit."
"Brume, fucking listen to me! You're bleeding out and you can't even fucking fight like that, STAND THE FUCK DOWN!"
[1d6]>U. Speech
>As I yell at her, I glance over at Indurian.
>>25101052
>>25101141
>"Yeah, pretty sure he has that handled. Might need to get rid of those statues though."
>Proceeds to aim at the statues near Indurian and empties my magazine into them.
[1d6+2]>E. Battle Rifle
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]
>As I reload my rifle, I glance around to see how much shit we're in.
[1d6]>E. Perception
[1d6]
[1d6]

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Anonymous Sun 18 Oct 2015 22:10:48 No.25133164 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25133692

Obrez with silencer.

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Anonymous Sun 18 Oct 2015 22:51:13 No.25133692 Report Delete

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>>25133164
The fireball would still happen, no matter how big a suppressor you use.

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 18 Oct 2015 23:19:40 No.25134080 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25134093 >>25134207

>Unknown Spooky Floating Castle: Brume Gale & Sparking Fleur

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>Swirling winds whipping against her battered body condense, growing a healthy green hue as it surged past the wooden armour and into her body underneath. The curing properties of the altered air absorbed and were put to use mending muscle sinew, bones and skin. Although were not potent enough to do anything about the paralysis beaten into Sparky. 49/80HP

Climbing closer to the edge of the other side of the fatal gap, Fleur let out a exhausted sigh of relief when she caught sight of Indurian and Ivan right there at the Barbican, her antlers however refusing to let her turn her head to the side and see what was happening with Brume Gale.
>"I think I'm sa-AEEF-"
"-FUCK!"

>What hope she had of surviving this night is released in a rattling shriek of suffering as the two Unicorn statues jousted their horns against Sparky's hip and side, they crushing through the gnarling armour, bouncing off the wounded Pred-Elk to continue their descent into oblivion. 20/80HP CRITICAL CONDITION! 15/20

>Willing to beat her skull into mulch if it meant destroying every single stone pony, Brume Gale reared up to deliver a downward strike, splashing her own life blood across the emotionless guarding fake ponies. 98/200HP 34/80HP SEVERE BLOOD LOSS -4HP PER TURN!

>>25101052
>>25101065
>>25101141
>Yanking at the wooden appendage to pull up the druid, you felt it slack in your grip, and with more heaving from you to compensate, you dragged Sparky over the edge of the bridge where she dryly coughed as her one response.
>Even with mystically filled eyes, you could see she was spaced out from pain and fatigue.
>She cannot take anymore punishment, or else...

1/2

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 18 Oct 2015 23:20:50 No.25134093 Report Delete

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>>25134080
>>25132528
>Scrapping the ground, nostrils flared, readying for another charge with body trembling, Gale paused to snap her head around at your shout.
>She didn't say anything, instead furiously glared at you with one wide eye since the other was closed due to the blood traveling down her features.

>While the druid remained as still as her adrenaline addled body could allow, you fire off the rest of your NATO rounds into the closet statue nearest to Indurian and Sparky. It, a Pegasi, strangely not having moved at all. 172/200HP

>Brume was bleeding badly and Sparky was not responding to Indurian, the stone ponies for now were content with blocking off the bridge.
>And that fucking Phoenix was no where to be seen, only the melted lamp post where it perched was visible way behind the wall of statues.
>All in all however, if you hurried, you could make it to the Translocation Stone in no time you thought.

>You hear something behind you, a sound beyond the Mansion.
>A muffled noise of destruction, of what, you did not know.

>Finished following the tracks left by two bipedal intruders, new parameters were set once missing inventory and activation of the Translocation Stone were cataloged.
>Awaken.../successful/
>Search.../commenced/
-Location: Creators
-Distance: Reached
-Trespass: Confirmed
>Assess.../successful/
-High Level Deterioration Detected
-Inventory: Incomplete
-TS: Activated
>Retrieve.../commenced/
-Activating Standard Protocol
--Sub: Retrieval

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Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Sun 18 Oct 2015 23:31:13 No.25134207 Report Delete

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>>25134080
ARCHON OF BATTLE = ROUND 2/3
STONE'S POWER = ROUND 2/4
>the knight swiftly grabs up the damaged Sparky
>he does his damndest not to further injure her, but he knew he needed to move quickly
>the knight does his best to convince his comrades to facilitate a swift retreat as he turns and makes a beeline for the mansion proper
[Indurian] "IVAN! LADY GALE! WE MUST AWAY! MOVE! TO THE TRANSLOCATION STONE! FOLLOW!"
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Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Mon 19 Oct 2015 00:35:07 No.25135231 Report Delete

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>>25134093
>Quickly glances around before grunting, aiming my rifle for another barrage.
>>25134207
>Actually that sounds better.
>Running's the best option.
"Don't fucking stand there, Brume, get your ass in gear!"
>Bolts after Indurian, hoping to hell that she's listening.
[1d6]>B. Movement
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 19 Oct 2015 02:10:28 No.25136074 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25141889 >>25144078

>Unknown Spooky Floating Castle: Brume Gale & Sparking Fleur

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>>25134207
>Taking up the druid, you find she too was limp. Spinning around and running for the Mansions' doors, Andrammalech comments bemusedly at how fast your pace was through the Barbican and Gatehouse. As if you were saving a Maiden from hell itself.

>Pivoting her head into the direction your voice came from to see you carrying an unresponsive Sparky on your shoulders, Brume blinked away the primal haze from her mystic eyes.
"S-Sparky?"
>Without another word the Pred-Elk galloped after you, her racing heart doing its best to dull the increasing awareness of a missing antler. 30/80HP
[1d6+2] >E.Movement
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>>25135231
>Not weighed down by another being draped on your shoulders you quickly catch up to the surprisingly swift Knight and wounded Brume Gale, who looked off with one antler on her head.
>Checking behind yourself, you observe the remaining 15 stone ponies had begun to march simultaneously across the bridge, it loudly creaking under their combined mass.
>Silver lining in this, they were damn slow.

>Climbing the flight of grimy outdoor stairs, Ivan was the first to run into a serious problem.
>The doors were still shut tight.
>But with enough force they could shatter apart.
>Weakly swinging her head from side to side at this predicament, Gale glanced up at the unmoving Fleur splayed on Indurians' shoulders before moving to the front of the group.
"Lemme...try..."
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Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Mon 19 Oct 2015 03:31:11 No.25136707 Report Delete

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>>25128565
"Yes, I speak Gryphonic. It'd be a serious mistake on my part to have been here for so long without actually having gone and learned it."
>I wonder how long I'll be able to surprise people like that.
"Well, I wasn't intending to, anyway. She's better with things like that than I am. Still, I get what you're saying - I'm not sure how much good it'll actually do. God forbid we're forced to actually step in and take control ourselves."
>Despite everything, a footsoldier is what I know how to be. Footsoldiers don't give the orders.

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ Mon 19 Oct 2015 03:38:51 No.25136754 Report Delete

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>>25131808
>That will have to do.
>Forced to make haste while also trying to stay concealed, without the luxury of being able to use slow movement to his advantage, he tries to keep up as much speed as possible, still staying crouched.
>A most uncomfortable way of traversing.
[1d6]<U. Stealth

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Mon 19 Oct 2015 03:40:51 No.25136769 Report Delete

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>>25118645

>Muscles in her hind legs and front shoulders tensing, Lejura freezes solid, inhaling silently through her nostrils while her eye spasms.
>Pulling her right foreleg back along with the pillow, the left curls under her barrel, swinging her head and neck up to roll onto her chest, heaving out a sigh of relief, eyebrows furrowing afterwards.
"...stag? Mean do you the split hoof creatures of the Everfree? Know of several Lejura does, few to them are plant eaters, predators are most of their number. Very strange this world must appear to you, then."
>Expression blank for several minutes, replaced by a deep set frown, her flat tone a mixture of morbidity and slowly rising irritation.
"So, you were placed within a herd during such. Assured I was not about what was to occur. Know well I do how difficult earth pony separation to be, yet expected it is."
"BUT.. floundering your approach towards an injured patient is, to put mostly bluntly, inexcusable! Could you not simply have looked about for what you needed, or asked thus the patient what they wanted to have performed if possible? Or perhaps taken a route of least harm to offer?"
>Making a supreme effort not to roll over and give up, the Saddle Arabian mare lets out an aggravated exhale, stamping her good hoof on the bed irately.
"Yes, Lejura does want to speak to you still! Lejura wants of you to sit here and to learn proper manners, for ponies and for all others!"
>'Where is Kesh Nova when I she is needed?'

Novus !UudpX9O7aw

Novus !UudpX9O7aw Mon 19 Oct 2015 06:30:03 No.25137501 Report Delete

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>>25136769

>Novus coughs a bit awkwardly, but doesn't comment on how painful rolling over looked
"The Stag is some sort of God or reality bending creature that landed on our world that looks like a skeleton pf a stag if it could have rings of matter in barious states floating around it. It landed off the coast and walked ashore a few days later, immdieiately it began transforming everything that got near it. It can change a man into a block of flesh or a boulder into a puff of air, a horrible deity we have managed to keep contained in an underground fortress with a... Absolutely abhorrent ritual that I will spare you the details of. It never does anything we dont expect after observing it.... It just, is."
>Novus looks down at his legs
>He sighs, still feeling awful for abdolutely fucking up
"Yeah... I know, it won't ever happen again. I'm going to familiarize myself with the clinic and with ponies a bit more too. I'm not used to treating ponies and I was never trained to treat anything besides my fellow man. I'm going to fix that later, but I assure you, it wont ever happen again"
>Novus smiles a little bit, relieved she still wants him around
"Heh, sorry... I am, uh, feeling quite stupid at the moment about myself... I don't know what I was thinking."
>He clears his throat, and thinks a moment
"Hey, is there anything you may want to get to help relieve your boredom? Such as a book or something for me to get later."

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 19 Oct 2015 12:03:44 No.25139202 Report Delete

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>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25136707
"I see, how considerate of you Simon."
>She said with a bow of the head.
>With one eye closed and ears perked to face you, a small grin crept onto the white Gryphonesses beak, a subtle mischievous purr emanating fr om her crest.
"Soooo...Huntsmaster Cu'Nir and Enforcer Blackbeak huh?"

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Mon 19 Oct 2015 12:58:58 No.25139543 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25140145

>>25139202
>Considerate is an odd way to look at it. The most I ever saw the action as was useful.
>Which it has been, at least a few times.
>I pick up on the change in her expression, hardly in a mood to joke.
"What about them?"

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 19 Oct 2015 14:23:09 No.25140145 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25140400

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25139543
>A wing raises up her side in a bashful expression, her eyes rolling to the side at your mood.
"Two prominent figures, whom used to be a mating couple. All alone, one of which is very stressed out."
>The Gryphonesses feathery brow wiggles about.
>Greatly implying implications.
"Just wondering, gossip is the best way to pass the time you know~"
>Who would of thought that catbirds would be chatty catties.

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Mon 19 Oct 2015 14:53:45 No.25140400 Report Delete

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>>25140145
"Yes, yes, I'm well aware."
>Should have known there were -those- thoughts.
>Well, I did know, but I'm not particularly inclined to think on it. Especially after what happened at the docks.
"I trust her more than that."

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 19 Oct 2015 15:48:30 No.25141069 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25141185

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25140400
>Purring in mildly at being denied some new scraps of chatter chips, the white catbird shrugs her shoulders before disappearing into the level under you.
"Alright~ I'll wait for those two to finish before I check in on the patient."

>Gone from sight, you were left alone to your thoughts. And now that it crossed your mind, it made sense why you haven't seen any other Gryphon around this tower.
>After 10 minutes you hear the sound of metallic wings flapping behind you, Cu'Nir appearing shortly after by your side before sitting down.
"Vent better than expected."

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Mon 19 Oct 2015 15:57:44 No.25141185 Report Delete

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>>25141069
>I'm surprised there's anyone else here, really.
>Given Blackbeak's state, I doubt anyone would want to be the ones responsible for causing a complete breakdown, nor be around when it happens.
>Although that may have already happened before we got here.

>Hearing Cu'Nir approach from behind, I set the radio to how it was before and slip my headset off, resting around my neck.
"How is he?"

PostingforOingo !aMPLsLkWVI

PostingforOingo !aMPLsLkWVI Mon 19 Oct 2015 16:56:42 No.25141889 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25144078 >>25149032

>>25136074
ARCHON OF BATTLE = ROUND 3/3; +2 TO ALL MELEE, +2HP REGEN/TURN!!

STONE'S POWER = ROUND 3/4!!

[Indurian] "BLASTED DOOR!"
>the knight, with his free hand, draws Celene
>he summons the power of the stone to enhance his blade with the element of force as he gives the door his best cross-slash
[1d6+7]> E. Melee + Construction, Archon of Battle, Stone's Power & Assault Squad
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 19 Oct 2015 18:59:04 No.25143418 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25151264

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25141185
"Could be vorse, could be better? I do not know at this time. He is sleeping under the table again, and by then he had calmed down somevhat."
>"He vasn't repeating himself anymore, vhich is something."
>Peering over the edge, the Huntsmaster's fluffy tail brushes along the ground behind her in curiosity.
"Vhen I vas talking to Dh-..Blackbeak, I thought I heard someone else arrive to the tower?"

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Posting for Bubba slwk2j2eyhrl Mon 19 Oct 2015 19:55:23 No.25144078 Report Delete

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>>25136074
"Not good... Would need a breaching charge to get through..."
>>25141889
".. Or Indurian can do it."
>Once the door falls, I quickly step through and take a glance around, before continuing to the stone.
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 19 Oct 2015 20:51:32 No.25144844 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25144903 >>25163365

>Canterlot, Duo Whell Estate: Merry Duo Whell

>>25077207
>With the scrap of hooves and clatter of emeraldine mask on marble, the Liquidator swore seething profanities as they tried to yank the Awl-Pike out of their foreleg with pampered wingtips.
"FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCK! WHERE-WHY-HOW ARE YOU GUARDS JUST STANDING THERE! HELP. ME!"
>In a semi-panicked state, battle scarred floor catching on fire, the air brightly igniting around the their commanding officer; all compounded with the fatigue of punching through an entire Nobles estates' defenses has left the Royal and Myndalin's forces thoroughly shaken.
>So when a cursing roar for aid from their designated leader reached their collective ears, the occupying force nearly trips over themselves to retreat out from the Foyer's suffocating unfavorable smoking interior.

>Still in a state of hiccuping anguish, Lady Duo did not register the trembling ground around her as a stampede of armoured ponies approached.
"AND SOMEPONY SHUT THIS MARES ANNOYING YELPING!"
>With a scathing hoof point at the rocking purple Earth mare, the Liquidator indicated to the rest of her regrouping forces to take her too.
"We are done here, to Tartarus with the rest of the plan. EVACUATE AS INSTRUCTED YOU PONIES STOP IDLING AROUND!"

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 19 Oct 2015 20:55:53 No.25144903 Report Delete

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>>25144844
>>25097503
>Gasping out of her stupor from the flankspank, the Maidmare glares up at you then the pony out there with Lady Duo.
"Who is that pony?"

>Leaning over the side of the second levels opulent railing to investigate the Foyer floor, you grimace at how badly Lady Duo Whell's ponies fared.
>Estate Security, Servants, Maids and a few Day Guards that happened to be passing by were all strewn across the marble ground.
>You noticed that all the unicorns that still stood had burn marks on their horns, same with the Pegasi with the base of their wings cut deep.

>Jolting into a barrel roll at your shouting, the Lead Maidmare barely prevented herself from bucking your kneecaps off.
"WOULD YOU SHUT UP FOR ONE FRICKEN SECOND CORSEN?!"
>Cut off by the solid retorts from your pistol, you watch from the distance as the bullets wizz past the gathered Guards to impact against the masked ponies other foreleg, two successfully shattering their hoof while one scrapped a hole through the side of their forearm. 182/200HP

>Although your threat was ignored, at least your bullets got a string of 'colourful' responses before the group disappeared from sight.
>And with them, so too was gone Duo whell..

>The Gods were fucking assholes tonight, for sure.

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 20 Oct 2015 00:42:25 No.25147667 Report Delete

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>BOSS: LUNAR COUNCILMASTER BARLEN!

>>25118974

>Straining to find any indications of the Councilmaster, it seemed he'd either ceased moving or was being very careful not to disturb the smoke cloud, a complete lack of movement in the Atrium compounding utter silence as the Starborn had long seated themselves around the outside ring.
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>Seeming to have taken on it's final charge in the apparently dead area, the cloaking field disperses once more, leaving you questioning whether or not it would continue functioning in such a stagnant environment.

>Finding little to do except have another snack, the baticorn mare decides to turn about, sidling towards a bunch of cushions tossed together between several berry planters, flopping cross the top of the stack and shifting around to view the strange scene.
>Plucking Oranti off his shoulder and placing her atop his left forearm, Ridgeback folds his right arm underneath, leaning back a bit.
"Or-an-ti, no-pony said could-n't che-at, ri-ght?"
>Waiting for her response, the minotaur grins, then lifts a hoof, stomping it down onto the floor, a concussive retort echoing forwards along with a wave of air pressure, dispersing the smoke into a wide arch with a deep snort of amusement.
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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 20 Oct 2015 02:39:35 No.25148715 Report Delete

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"Hey kids, you all want something real to eat?"
>Grinning at the fillies, and colt, nodding mostly in unison, Twisted scrapes her wingblades off, somewhat surprised the Crystal filly hadn't exploded in rage again.
"Well then, come on, lemme show you to the mess hall and see what I can have made for ya'll!"
>Motioning for Malyne she could leave if she liked, instead deciding to clean the table, and wondering where the other batfilly had gone, the General collects the six young ponies, then trots on out to the front room and out the door, waving at Hollow and Shanis as she passes by.
"Sup Hollow, hey Shanis! Kinda busy right now, gotta get the little ones something to eat so I'll see ya later!"

>>25120956

>A little bit woozy from the pounding you'd given yourself, though clear headed enough to memorize the layout well enough for now, the path from the pagoda to the workshop was well trodden, and as you pass by the fountain you feel something skate through the air above you, an armored batpony lazily skimming just above walking height towards the north.
>Nearly reaching the mess hall itself, a number of wings and hooves behind you draws your attention, head turning around to see...
>FEAR.
"CODE RED, CODE RED! INITIATE ATTACK PATTERN FOALNADO ON LONE DESIGNATED TARGET!"
>An earth pony sized royal blue pegasus with burning bright blue hyacinth eyes, one of the exceedingly rare Enchained that you'd only heard of, was storming directly to your position, followed by six younger ponies.
>Occurring much too quickly to avoid, the mare passes by you, smashing into the mess hall door while three pegasi, a Crystal pony, a unicorn, and a Saddle Arabian swarm around you, depositing small leaves, rocks, and twigs into your armor, behind your ears, in your mane and tail, and finally 'blind' you with a couple of large leaves covered in what smelled like strawberry jam, the small horde entering the mess hall with rousing snickers and giggles.

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 20 Oct 2015 03:33:49 No.25149020 Report Delete

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>Post #1/3: Belltower: UPCA, The Duchess Deal

>>25123742

>Radio clicking on again, the very familiar sound of a mythril net entangling something, followed by miserable howls and sobs from what was likely the same unicorn mare, snarls of conversation are caught from your earpiece's small speaker.
"PULL HER OFF YOU IDIOTS!"
"LEMMEGOLEMMEGOLEMMEGOPLEASEPLEASEPLEEEEAAAAASSEEE-"
"What the FUCK is going on?!"
"GET THIS FUCKING FILLY OFF MY NOSE!"
"That's actually kinda.. hot, you know? I mean, I've heard that batponies only bite somepony they really like-"
"MRPHNNNHMPHL!"
>Following Belltower's undecipherable cackles, Foggy Patches' voices comes muted through the ear bud, snarling madly.
"Let me go you mudloving ass sniffer or I'm going to claw your ass too!"
"MRRRNNFFFFKEEEE!"
"Hold on now, everypony calm down. ...okay, listen, her claws are sunk pretty deep into your nose, and I really doubt she was trying to kill you, got it? Look, filly, if you JUST let go, we're not gonna hurt you, all right?"
>Apparently withdrawing her teeth from the unicorn mare's rear end, Belltower coughs several times, then snickers in a hostile tone.
"So you say, but I'M the one in charge here-"
>Punctuated by the telltale sound of powerful claws gripping flesh, accompanied by a submissive whimper, accompanied by an exasperated, mid-30's earth pony mare's voice.
"Whatever, batpony. I don't really care much at the mome- ..is that a fishing net?"
"Uhh.. duh?"
"Were you planning on sneaking in here and snatching fish?"
"Maaaaybe? What's it to you?"
"Juuuust a quick question first: is this filly, the one currently stabbing my squadmate's nose with her claws, your daughter?"
"No, um, she, I, uh, she's my-"
>"FUCK FUCK FUCK SORRY-"
"Uh, I'm her guardian!"
"...you don't sound too happy to say tha-"
"Well how the fuck do you THINK I'm going to say something like that when she does shit like this?!"
>"WHO IS THIS BATFILLY AND WHY IS SHE HERE!?"

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 20 Oct 2015 03:35:32 No.25149032 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25149150 >>25153130

>Spooky Floating Castle: Brume Gale & Sparking Fleur

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>Energy sapping away from her with every dribble of blood, Brume battered her worn singular antler against the decrepit hide of the double doors. 26/80HP
"Won't..budge for me.."
>Weakly popping the points of her antlers out of the moist wood, she stepped back to allow Indurian to have a swing of it.

>>25141889
>You feel the element didn't do much for you, but that mattered little as your daemonically powered physical strength was enough to bash the rotten doors off their framework.
>Not waiting for the echo of their fall to abate, you jump inside with Sparky jostling on your back; hooves antlers and armour clanking constantly against your platemail.

>>25144078
>The Foyer was in ruin.
>Stairs to the next floor had collapsed along with a part of said floor, the rubble burying the impact crater.
>What made it, you did not know.
>Looking up, you saw the hole in the ceiling, ruptured from...whatever crashed into the Mansion.
>Apart from the latest addition of destruction to the Foyer and its lounge, there was nothing else worth noting.

>Glancing back, you could see the shadows of the stone ponies trotting under the Gatehouses' tunnel, they completely filling it in neat formation.

>Not in the mindset to take in the scenery, Brume Gale urged everyelk on to continue with the exfiltration.
"Come...on..Lets go.."
[1d6+2] >E.Movement
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>Sprinting past the length of wrecked Dining Hall to burst into the back garden, all huffed in takes of breaths before looking for the Translocation Stone.
"W-where is it....Knight Indur-rian?.."
>The Translocation Stone, as last interacted by Indurian, was no longer to be found. Instead was blasted obsidian fragments surroundings a large smoldering hole, scorch marks blackening the earth for metres around.
"Sub Standard Protocol: Activated"
[1d6+10] B.Stealth
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>Came a voice made from metallic screeches above.

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 20 Oct 2015 03:35:36 No.25149033 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25150045

>Post #2/3: Belltower: UPCA, The Duchess Deal

>>25123742

>Loud snickering from two earth ponies and a pegasus, all mares presumably, rings through for a bit before ceasing.
"Okay, flag down those idiots and tell them it's just a couple of batponies 'stealing fish'. Sweet Celestia's hooves this is stupid. I really don't want to try and explain this to the Day Guard, or Honor Guard if there's still any in the city, so I'll just say this: you, batfilly, please take your claws.. out of her snout. I'm not going to say anything mean, but I will remove you with force if you persist."
"FINE!"
"Slowly, slowly, that's i-"
>A pained shriek as claws tear free from a soft earth mare's nose is heard, followed by a heavy pony collapsing onto stone.
"Holy shit-"
"DAMN!"
"Those things are bigger than that colt last week-"
"ENOUGH! That's one. All right, now, can you let her go? I mean, I'm not sure bondage is her 'thing', you know?"
"NO! She pissed me off and attacked my charge, so I'm going to beat her until she apologizes!"
"...look here bat, I'm just an enforcer. I don't really want to start something I can't finish. Your claws are.. well, nasty, so I'll let the two of you off with only a warning if you don't hurt her too much, all right? That's a fair deal instead of hauling you off to the court right now."
"Don't listen to her, she's ju-"
"QUIET! ...I'll do so on the condition that you don't say ANYTHING about legally ambiguously fishing, deal?"
"...shit.. fine, I'll deal. Get your ass up you worthless idiot, we're leaving. I swear, one earth pony that can't even handle getting clawed by a filly a tenth her weight.."
>As the older mare's voice trails off, Belltower is heard sighing heavily, then snapping her teeth, presumably at Foggy Patches.
"And just WHAT were you doing exactly!?"
"...."
"Pff, whatever, maybe I won't spank you later. Now as for you, sweet little unicorn, you're gonna tell me everything I want to know, starting RIGHT now~!"
[1d6+4] <B.Interrogate
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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 20 Oct 2015 03:36:47 No.25149040 Report Delete

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>Post #3/3: Belltower: UPCA, The Duchess Deal

>>25123742

>Diving through reality to, then up onto the mansion itself, the stone brightens after contact once more, armored snouts quickly becoming apparent in the windows before moving away, noting the mansion itself and it's grounds were covered by a large warning ward.
>Directly inside, a unicorn and a pegasus, both heavily armored and covered in what were definitely superior enchantments, were trotting away from the windows towards a central spiral staircase.
>The upper level itself was a simple five room affair, four sleeping quarters arrayed around a ridiculously large staircase leading to the ground floor, the bottom floor made up by a pair of sitting rooms to the south, presumably a large alchemy lab next to a kitchen on the north, a dining and sitting hall west of the staircase, and a heavily shielded room on the east, one that no matter how you looked at it, seemed to be an impenetrable vault.
>Two earth ponies were in the sitting room and a unicorn in the kitchen confirmed your suspicions of excessive enchanting, their armors and bodies adorned with strongly glowing enchantments, while a third earth pony in the dining room was much more heavily protected: a small, glowing sphere surrounding it, similar to that of a unicorn-borne shield, or perhaps even Crystal pony.

>Flinging the front door open, a unicorn in standard Royal Guard armor storms out towards the wall where you'd landed on first, followed by a pegasus stopping short and scanning the courtyard, barking an order to the first.
"What'd you say it felt like?"
"Hostile Eldritch creature, but small, maybe pony sized."
"Find it quickly, sooner we rip it apart the sooner we can go back to fucking off."

[1d6+5] <E.Scouting
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[1d6+5] <M.Arcane Senses
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Anonymous Tue 20 Oct 2015 03:40:59 No.25149078 Report Delete

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>>25148715

>At the sight of the swarm, and the Pegasi's shout, Sunny almost sprung her wingblades out in a panic, half expecting an attack.
>She hadn't been wrong and now stood wiping strawberry jam from her eyes dispassionately.
>The jam was pretty damn good, to be honest. She'd have to see if she could get her hooves on some.
>The mess, however, was not her current target, and she certainly did not want to be subjected to another...
>What was it? Foalnado?
>Cute.
>Looking herself over, the white coated Pegasus found herself and her armor now resembling something like a ghillie suit.
>It gave her the idea of maybe getting her hooves on one of those to help her sneak around.
>She moved back towards the fountain in order to better see her reflection.
>Making to remove the twigs, leaves and rocks from herself, Sunny couldn't help but break out into a goofy smile at how ridiculous she looked.
>The smile fell from her face back to her well worn neutral expression as the final twig was pulled from her mane and she splashed her face with water.
>Enough /foaling/ around, she had a heatstone to acquire.
>Her thoughts lingered on the Enchained she'd seen though. She'd given Sunny the willies.
>Putting it out of her head, Sunny moved more cautiously this time. Keeping an eye out as always.

[1d6+7]>E. Stealth
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[1d6+3]>B. Perception
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Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Tue 20 Oct 2015 03:50:19 No.25149150 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25153130 >>25154281

>>25149032
>stunned, the knight retreats back into the dining hall from the garden, motioning for Gale to follow
[Indurian] "Ivan... keep watch over this door. I must see to Gale's wounds. They art too severe."
[Indurian] "My power is... fading, comrade. Thou must stay vigilant. Allow nothing past your sight."
>the knight carefully lays Sparky down as comfortably as he could manage before moving towards Gale
[Indurian] "Now, hold still for me. I hath tidied graver wounds than those which thou doth suffer from currently; this should be but a small issue if ye cooperate."
[1d6]> U. Medical
[1d6+1]> Wound Dressing

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 20 Oct 2015 04:57:26 No.25149491 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25151013 >>25170102

>Shanis & Roust

>>25125171

>'Well.. I'd rather not end up like my Queen.'
>...yep, that was exactly why.

"They're not fun, I know. Ahh, I don't care much, I've been stuck on the Isle for too long, haven't had a chance to get out anywhere worthwhile."
>Blithely shaking her head with a rueful smile, Shanis halts at Twisted followed by a host of fillies, and one lone colt, managing to nod at her in return.
>Muzzle covered by her right wing and snorting into her feathers, a feather points after the swarm, her tone highly amused.
"You were saying? But, I suppose if it's Twisted then I'm not going to complain too much. Just so long as she doesn't expect me to stand here and take a foalnado, I might pass out from the adorableness."
>The 5 Bit piece expertly lands right above her tail, the armored yellow pegasus jerking up with a surprised neigh, snapping her head around with a comical glower to see the silver coin bounce up into the air two feet, landing right where it struck.
>Turning about and raising her right wing, then shaking it quickly, Shanis half-shouts in mock anger, interspersed by cackling.
"YOU GET BACK HERE DUMBASS, FIVE BITS IS ONLY WORTH TWO MINUTES AND TIME'S WASTING!"
>'Hah, this was already worth the trip coming here!'

>>25125620

>Watching you and Hollow exit the library after a bit, an aging, somewhat familiar yellow mare in matte black, almost fluffy cotton covered armor, standing a foot above the ground on a rather common float enchantment, looks you up and down with an appreciative air.
"You're a new one, aren't you? No.. hold on, I've seen you once or twice here before."
>Left wing folding and stretched out towards you, Shanis cracks a well worn smile of greeting with a small nod.
"Can't say I'm not surprised seeing an undead human with an intact mind, then again, I've seen much worse being the only pony on Tallus that's lived through an Anti storm. I'm Shanis of Tartarus Isle, pleased to meet you."

Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9

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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9 Tue 20 Oct 2015 07:19:13 No.25150045 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25169946

>>25149020
>>25149033
>>25149040
>As he passes on through the highly erotic courtyard, Jeff listens in on over the radio.
>And has to listen again...
>As the situation got that much worse.
>How in the fuck did Foggy Patches follow them here?
>And why was she attacking one of the guards?!
>Beginning his ascent up the wall the other guards in the poor unicorn's group seem to falter and Belltower appears to have made off with her prize.
>Which, of course, was a unicorn with a large butt.
>Fucking ponies man.
>Fucking.
>Ponies.
>Jeff chimes in quietly over the radio to the batmare, in a rather pensive tone.
>*"I see you've met Foggy Patches, Bell. She's one of the foals we brought back from the auction. Why she's here... we'll find out later."*
>Only because all other have been subdued by the odd turn of events for the Nightblade's unicorn capture.

>Utilizing his Void Eye, Jeff carefully scans both floors of the mansion for vital signs.
>Two guard were making their way down stairs, obviously going to check out his disturbance.
>Two earth ponies in the living room, one unicorn in the kitchen, and one more earth pony very well-defended in the dining room.
>He can presumably guess it to be the Duchess.
>The Starborn has limited options.
>He could open and sneak through a window, or-
>Noticing the two guards from the top floor exiting from the main entrance, Jeff watches them as they search about.
>And leaving the door wide open for him.
>Sliding across the wall, and towards the front doors, Jeff slinks down the wall and through the open door as the guards scan the courtyard.
[1d6+10] <Shadow Dive
[1d6+8] <Second Rush: Speed
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Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 20 Oct 2015 10:10:09 No.25150709 Report Delete

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Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0

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Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0 Tue 20 Oct 2015 11:19:58 No.25151013 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25172897

>>25149491
>...
>Maybe I should give Chrysalis some 5 hour energy...

>Staring at Twisted and her pack of foals, Hollow's mouth hangs open slightly
>It's like...a monster leading tinier monsters
"I remember being swamped by batpony foals once. It was no easy task to withstand such cuteness..."
>But I'll definitely say that I can't withstand dat ass, son
>Awww yeaaah
>>25125620
>Wondering just how it was possible that the skeleton wizard could show such detailed emotion from his skull, Hollow smiles back
"Well, thankfully we aren't going camping in there. Maybe we'll find some magical stuff for you."
>...Skeleton magic
>>25149491
>After coming out with wizard in tow, Hollow slips past Shanis and Roust, standing at the front of their group and saluting
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Now is the time of our greatest triumph! Onwards to victory! And phat loot!"
>Snickering madly, Hollow gyrates away towards the portal stone, unleashing a mighty poke upon it's runes
>Things are happening...

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 20 Oct 2015 11:33:13 No.25151094 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25168992

>Post #1/2: Lorekeeper Amerose

>>25127510
>>25127694

>Retrieving a sheet from under a table in the rear, the white robed mare returns, placing it down and reading over the one you'd finished with.
'They may still do so, particularly since you are Cadence's 'coltfriend', and information on humans is minuscule. As for the Knight's Blades, their return should grant enough leverage to avoid being needlessly questioned.'
>Remaining still for a minute, Amerose looks up with a rather uncaring smile under the hood, then gazes downwards once more.
'I have had no contact with the younger Wardens in the past five years, but if it would serve the purpose of educating them properly I suppose you would best be served by stating the Keepers should dole out routine challenges of their own. That would improve their standing and make it more difficult to dissent.'
'On the topic of Rebirth, it may be best to spread news of her current overworked status as much as possible. Doing so will likely cause the older generations to become considerably more vocal; after all, the herd leader must lead and deal punishments if it's members are out of line.'
'Again, do your best to utterly ignore the Ethereals if present, but Belregard will not take silence for an answer since his favored shield was stolen. I can assuredly guarantee you will be forced to retreat if he accosts you.'
>Tilting her head to the side, Amerose mutters in a cold tone just loud enough for you to hear.
"Some are not 'healers', they are, more truthfully, 'vivisectionists'. The outliers, travelers, and those that offer their contracts are safe to deal with, but none of the royally aligned are to be trusted. There have been rumors they sought to 'acquire' a human to experiment with, but I do not know how much truth there is in such statements."

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 20 Oct 2015 11:34:18 No.25151100 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25168992

>Post #2/2: Lorekeeper Amerose

>>25127510
>>25127694

"On that note, I have a vast amount of work to perform, but I will prepare these for their return."
>Nodding slightly, both papers erupt in flame with a short, sharp whistle, the Crystal mare then retrieving a bolt of heavy, warded red cloth from directly under the central table.
>Carefully arranging and wrapping the blades in sequence from smallest to largest, folding the ends over, Amerose seemingly whistles the fabric into being neatly cut on both ends, then wraps the elongated package with a simple pink streamer, tying a simple bow in it, and leaving you with an easily manageable parcel to carry.
>Nodding in a polite manner, she turns about to the door, nudging it open and clopping out to rejoin the other Lorekeepers.

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Tue 20 Oct 2015 12:03:30 No.25151264 Report Delete

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>>25143418
"That's something, I guess."
>It dawns on me that to find the Shadow Wings, or at least confirm what had befallen them, we're going to need to go deep inside the structure.
>It's not the catacombs, but still...
>A shiver -very- noticably runs up my spine, regardless of how much I might try to suppress it.
"Someone else came to check up on him, and was asking after Swe, too."

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 20 Oct 2015 13:28:53 No.25151895 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25151995

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25151264
>Showing signs of interest, Cu'Nir scooted closer to you until her rump was against your thigh.
"Ohoho~, and vhat vas her name? Vhat did she look like, did she have something for the good captain?"

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Tue 20 Oct 2015 13:40:40 No.25151995 Report Delete

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>>25151895
>I'm not sure why she's so interested, especially after dealing with such troubling business.
>That, and I can't tear my thoughts away from what we're going to have to do.
>Preparations will need to be made...and we'll need plenty of people, it definitely won't be safe with just the two of us.
"Didn't get her name, but she had a white coat, a scar under one of her wings. She wasn't bringing anything, she was going to make sure he was getting enough sleep."

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 20 Oct 2015 15:14:30 No.25152815 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25153053

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25151995
>Ruffling her feathers by her sides, she nodded after a moment of silence, during which her ears swiveled around curiously.
"I think I know of the Gryphoness you speak of, a Healer. The head Healer of this town I believe."
>Standing up, she cocked her body at the edge of the ledge as if ready to hop down to the lower level, the new height of her backside allowing her tail to swish against your back.
"Vant to fly down vith me or race down to the bottom? If Blackbeak is not ready, ve vill have to intervene for him. For the time being."
>"Anything to get my mind off of the gathering AND -that-."

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Tue 20 Oct 2015 15:37:46 No.25153053 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25163225

>>25152815
"I see. Makes sense that she'd be one to keep an eye on him."
>We'd have to combat the changing layouts, though.
>And the doppelgangers...
"I don't see much of a choice, unless you feel like trying to catch me."

PostingforBubba !aMPLsLkWVI

PostingforBubba !aMPLsLkWVI Tue 20 Oct 2015 15:44:51 No.25153130 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25154281

>>25149032
>"What the fuck came through here..."
>Shakes my head and continues sprinting next to Indurian, not wanting to leave him behind.
"Fuck! It was right here!"
>Shakes my head and does a tactical retreat with the knight.
>>25149150
"Trust me, I won't."
>Takes a knee near Sparky as I scan around the area, doing my best to keep us from being jumped.
[1d6]>E. Perception
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Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 20 Oct 2015 16:53:45 No.25153934 Report Delete

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 20 Oct 2015 17:20:29 No.25154281 Report Delete

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>Spooky Floating Castle: Brume Gale & Sparking Fleur

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>At first falling down onto her haunches at the horrid voice, Brume lamely flailed her dainty limbs around to get back up to retreat with the others, the tiny dose of remaining adrenaline pushing her forward just enough.
"W-what WAS...that ..thing?.."
>Just.

>>25149150
>With a rough wheeze rattled through her throat as a response, the Pred-Elk not bothering to move as you applied the Tallus native spider silk dressing.
>Tearing it in two; the one half was scrunched into a ball and placed into the cavity where once the antler stood, the second half being used to secure the wad by wrapping it tightly around Brume's head. SEVERE BLEEDING STOPPED!
"T-thank..you.."
>She looked kinda cute with a bow-tie on.

>>25153130
>Checking Sparky's pulse, you find she was breathing rapidly, but nothing else to indicate she was in immediate danger of suddenly expiring.

>For a short heart stopping moment everything was silent, deafening silent, before the sound of a uniformed clatter of stone hooves on inside flooring echoed into your ears from the other side of the Mansion.
>The statues had entered the Foyer.
"Sub Standard Protocol: complete"
>It was that eerily emotionless steel metal screech again, coming in clearly from the outside.
"Inventory: located"
"Retrieval: activated"
>Two breeki's, too little cheeki's.

>Your S.T.A.L.K.E.R senses were telling you that was bad news.
>And began to go haywire at hearing the sound of something...whirling up? Sort of sounds like that noise you heard earlier back at the bridge you realize.
>Whats worse was an ominous red light was starting to grow in brightness from the door to the garden.

>ONE TURN TILL ANTI MATERIAL BEAM!
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Emily Dean !!s8L8RXH+lal

Emily Dean !!s8L8RXH+lal Tue 20 Oct 2015 17:20:58 No.25154290 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25154348 >>25154353 >>25154373 >>25154560

>>25038418
Got robbed, friend shot in leg.
House torn apart from the inside.
Computer monitor stolen, tower is fine.
No access to internet, at a different friends house to post this through mobile.

Sorry guys.

Bubba the Second !vz4wmlERis

Bubba the Second !vz4wmlERis Tue 20 Oct 2015 17:25:47 No.25154348 Report Delete

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>>25154290
Oi, worry about yourself first, thread's after you're fine. Thanks for telling us, though.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 20 Oct 2015 17:26:01 No.25154353 Report Delete

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>>25154290

Whatever you do, GET A GUN, AND STAY SAFE!
We fucking love you, seriously.

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 20 Oct 2015 17:27:23 No.25154373 Report Delete

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>>25154290
Sol'right, no need to be sorry. Take care now.

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 20 Oct 2015 17:41:17 No.25154538 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25155381

>Baroness Celery Souffle

>>25127870

>Bodily shifting so that her forelegs pointed straight towards you, the noblemare adjusts her luxurious nightrobe once more, making a slow, nonchalant roll of her eyes.
"If that is the name of the human that faced Lucky, I think it would be best if he stayed where he was for the next half year or so until the furor from the Rogues has died down, though I have heard that the new Rogue Elite leader cares very little for anything other than the safety of Las Pegasus."
>Idly wiggling her front hooves back and forth to keep herself awake, Baroness Souffle's eyebrows raise with a small, secretive smile.
"To the Wardens, Keepers, some citizens of the Empire, and the Star Court, yes, it was. Mind you, that was last December or so, but to others it was kept quiet in the off chance that whichever faction was supporting the Wards themselves would be discovered."
>Lifting her head up off the pillow from her short nap, Nibbles sniffs deeply, green eyes narrowing in kitty suspicion mode, the unicorn mare stretching her artificial leg out with a very sour look.
"You mean to state.. that you know nothing of the Tyrant's deceitful measures, it's efforts of planting falsified 'records' and 'evidence' to shame, discredit, and then banish nearly all of the Lunar nobles from Canterlot for it's own purposes? ..for one that knows Hodch in close relation, that is deeply concerning on both a professional and personal basis."
>Squinting at you with a rueful frown, the Baroness makes a short, negative motion with the amethyst prosthetic, curling it up to her chest afterwards.
"After that slight revelation of yours, it seems recent historical knowledge is very low upon the human scale of priorities, thus I have lost a substantial amount of interest on this matter. My answer is no."

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Anonymous Tue 20 Oct 2015 17:42:59 No.25154560 Report Delete

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>>25154290
Kill yourself for being a disgrace

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 20 Oct 2015 18:38:57 No.25155263 Report Delete

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niggers

Clemency !f/LjycW0U2

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Clemency !f/LjycW0U2 Tue 20 Oct 2015 18:50:07 No.25155381 Report Delete

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>>25154538
>And all hope is lost
>"Damn it, I fly things, not negotiate supply lines. That's what those logistic guys were for."
>And she said no
>Hmmm
>There has to be something
"If I seem too ignorant then I'm sorry. I assumed that question would be too sensitive plus I wanted to learn more about the Star Court. Learning that you knew Hodch was even surprising."
>Clem leans forward, being careful of Nibbles
"Don't let me being stupid influence your decision."
>"Not a negotiator...."
>Well there is one thing...
"And if the answer is still no...what can I do to make you say 'yes'?"

[1d6] <Basic Human/Pony Relations

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 20 Oct 2015 19:52:05 No.25156089 Report Delete

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two niggers?

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Tue 20 Oct 2015 19:55:08 No.25156129 Report Delete

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>>25154281
>At least she's alive...
>And there goes my need to have brown pants.
>No time to be gentile.
>Slinging Sparky over my shoulder, I look back at Indurian and gulp.
"We need to get downstairs... RIGHT NOW."
>Sprints towards the door, and hopefully safety.

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Tue 20 Oct 2015 19:56:10 No.25156143 Report Delete

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>>25156129
forgot to roll for perception, it cut off too soon.
[1d6]>E. Perception
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Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Tue 20 Oct 2015 20:02:00 No.25156200 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25159261

>>25154281
>>25156129
[Indurian] "Agreed!"
>the knight turns to Gale
[Indurian] "Come, come, my lady! Thou art tired! We must move quickly; here, I shalt carry you!"
>the knight lifts the elk and carries her in both arms against his chest as he tears after Ivan
[1d6]> E. Movement
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[1d6]> B. Perception
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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 20 Oct 2015 20:32:50 No.25156522 Report Delete

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>Remostrine Naliyna

>>25129017

>Leaning her head over to peer inwards, you feel Naliyna's thick tail land against the back of your legs, whispering quietly.
"I think.. umm.. I'm pretty sure I know the mare that's.. ..on her back right no-"
>Startled by the sudden noise, she hops back several feet, ears straight up and eyes wide in shock, all the while you notice the mares had left a trail of nurse apparel from the front door to the bed.. definitely not professional.
>Either that or they were luring potential victims or possible suitors in through wholly shady means.
>Staring for a few moments, Naliyna shuffles her front hooves together nervously at a long, throaty groan from inside.
"I.. kinda wanted to say hi, and maybe, um.. well, nevermind, I guess."
>Sparing a longing look at the familiar scene, she faces towards the north with a small, barely heard sigh, humming quietly and pulling the door closed.
"Hopefully next time.."

>Adjusting her floating pace to that of a stroll, Naliyna keeps several paces ahead of you, entirely focusing on the Spire coming into view in the distance.
>Despite it's too bright and gleaming state, even now there were several small crowds surrounding the tall crystalline tower, and in front were two multi-jointed, cylindrical bodied bright pink beings composed of little more than rods connected to spheres, the heads a strange oval shape with a convex face, little more than a pair of yellow dots where you thought eyes should be.
>To the west was a tall, heavyset golem, a bright blue in coloration with light green highlights and a rounded head, carrying a large, unwieldy looking shield with a bladelike surface on the bottom, indented in the center and covered by a small array of spikes.
>Clustered around a tall, bright pink and white being that wasn't wholly corporeal below the Spire, none of them had taken notice of you, though Naliyna had halted, one of her eyes twitching in a soon-to-be-enraged manner.

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Tue 20 Oct 2015 21:09:52 No.25156956 Report Delete

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>>25137501

>Slowly going from intrigued, to concerned, to morbidly curious, and finally outright disgusted, Lejura tosses her head back and grimaces.
"Many a pony has asked: what of deities that causes them to become careless with the mortality of souls around them, dismissive of long life or true rights, to inflict meaningless ignominy towards those whom have no right to bear such suffering? An answer shall we not, Lejura fears, yet have come to hate such injustices she has, even now she wishes to know how best to scour such beasts from existence."
>Leaning forwards a foot, the dim silver Saddle Arabian's face hardens with a nonplussed stare, tapping her good hoof on the bed once more while her tone becomes stern.
"Matters little to Lejura it does, but to act now upon seeing hindsight's gifts shall only draw criticism and animosity, the two worst enemies of healers and alchemist workers. No, as Kesh Nova is not here, books shall not pass time for Lejura now, instead sit, and she shall teach you the ways of diplomacy, kindness, tact, and emotional bonding."

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Anonymous Tue 20 Oct 2015 22:01:42 No.25157603 Report Delete

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Surplus !iOASB9ZGyY

Surplus !iOASB9ZGyY Tue 20 Oct 2015 22:20:26 No.25157843 Report Delete

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>>25065321

"Bottom's up."

>Surplus tipped the flask of high proof vodka over the holes in his snout, wincing in advance of the pain the stallion would no doubt feel. He could only hope the numbing effect was sooner than later.

>In retrospect there was probably someone more qualified back in the clinic he had come from, and it would have been a smarter idea to try and get some ointment or something.

>Oh well. C'est la vie.

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>>25155381

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Wed 21 Oct 2015 00:11:23 No.25159261 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25159419 >>25165398

>Trapped Like A Rat: Brume Gale, Sparking Fleur & ?????????

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>>25156129
>>25156143
>Groaning at being quickly hefted onto a new pair of shoulders, the Pred-Elk weighed more than you anticipated, making your speed slow at first.

>Having the reddening outside at your back as you went into the stairwell felt daunting to you, the feeling not subsiding even as you reached the bottom floor without accident.
>The place was dusty as hell, with dirt spilling out from cracks in the ceiling above.
>It was like you had transferred into a forgotten tomb with how dead this place looked.
>Lovely.

>A flat concrete wall was to your immediate left while to your right was a long bare corridor.
>Glowstones that lined the walls were dead, leaving the place in darkness.
>You could however make out two doors.
>The first at the end of the corridor while the other was at the halfway point.
>Some sort of chunk appeared to lay at the foot of that one...

>>25156200
"I..not..wai-"
>Protesting with subdued words, and nothing else, the druid mewled lowly at the jostling of being hugged against platemail as you hastily moved.
>Not the most comfortable way to travel.
>But comfortability was not important now.

>Just behind Ivan you glance to your right to see the place was pitch black, the Glowstones dying along with the rest of the Mansion ages ago.
>Squinting, you could see that the heavy lock on the normal door had fallen off.
>The stripped steel door on at the end however you could not see with how dark it was.

>Seemed like there were two choices to make.

>From above, the whirling that had grown into an ear piercing high pitch ceased for a millisecond before replaced with a shocking scream of a discharge.
https://youtu.be/5Q75IFh7Y34?t=6s
[1d6+50] >Anti Material Beam
>The whole world above shook violently, as if the Mansion itself was collapsing.

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Wed 21 Oct 2015 00:22:13 No.25159419 Report Delete

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>>25159261
[Indurian] "THE LOCK IS OFF! QUICKLY, IVAN; AND PRAY THIS ROOM HOLDS OUR SALVATION!"
>...the knight yells as he rams the now unlocked door with all his might
[1d6+2]> E. Melee + Construction & Assault Squad
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Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9

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Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9 Wed 21 Oct 2015 01:38:00 No.25160319 Report Delete

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>>25147667

>Power source depleted
>Mobility will be further impaired
>Re-cloaking impossible
>...

>Pareidolia freezes, looking towards the source of the sound as the shockwave disperses the smoke cover
>He narrows his eyes, one of them involuntarily twitching as he remains in place, slowly turning his head and looking for signs of the ram

[1d6]< E. Perception
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>More interference
>"Duel" serves no purpose if they interfere
>If they were going to kill me, would have done so already
>...Wasting time
>...Entertainment? Amusement?
>At least death will be due to combat injuries
>Mission completion would be postponed until future squad arrival
>Standard separation protocol
>Infrastructure not yet prepared, unavoidable under circumstance
>...

>Pareidolia tightens his grip on his P90, straining to listen for any indications of the Councilmaster

Anonymous

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h0i

Novus !UudpX9O7aw

Novus !UudpX9O7aw Wed 21 Oct 2015 08:07:03 No.25162563 Report Delete

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>>25156956
>Novus nods, looking up
>He gives off a bit of an odd tone in his voice ashe speaks
"That thing... Could have wiped out the planet or the entire country it washed ashore on. I hate that damn thing, whatever it is..."
>Novus blinks, not expecting such a stern tone from the mare. He quickly finds his seat and sits down, not remembering ever standing up
>Or ever typing that, Strangler
>He takes off his backpack, vest, and smaller sidebag, setting them on the floor
>Looks like a burden's been lifted off his shoulders, those bags looked kinda heavy
"Okay Lejura, teach me everything you want me to know, I'm listening"

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Wed 21 Oct 2015 10:44:01 No.25163225 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25163330

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25153053
"I promise I von't cheat!"
>With a playful chortle, the Huntsmaster slaps her wings to her sides as she hopped to the lower level.
[1d6]

>Checking the height between each floor you see it wasn't that high, and quite doable too.

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Wed 21 Oct 2015 11:08:17 No.25163330 Report Delete

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>>25163225
>I guess we're doing it that way, then.
>She doesn't make much of a head start before I react, briefly thinking about using the Fangs, before realising leaving a bunch of marks on the tower wouldn't be the best idea.
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Corsen !DAnGERhWoo

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo Wed 21 Oct 2015 11:13:25 No.25163365 Report Delete

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>>25144844
>>25144903

>Dispassionately gazing down at the attackers fleeing, a long, deep sigh is given, the Cultist slowly shoving his aged pistol into his suit.
>Turning to sweep his focus across the lower foyer, then to the maidmare, he stares down at her, one hand lifts and curls tightly into a fist.
"You.. absolute, stupid, worthless, stagnant, weak hearted fool-"
>Leaning forwards, he throws his weight down and to the right, delivering a palm strike across the bridge of her nose, screaming furiously at her.
"YOU HAVE FAILED YOUR DUTIES!"
[1d6+1] <B.Melee: Stun
[1d6+1]

"If I knew whom that was, I would surely have stated so!"
>Standing up straight and shaking his hand out with an enraged glare, the Death Cultist spins on his heel, storming down the stairs while unslinging his medical bag.
>Quickly scanning over the dead, wounded, and dying, Corsen fumes, slinging his backpack off and tossing it aside.
>"I will need far more than what I have on me to continue, and even then that may not be enough."
>Collecting the mask and eyeing it for a moment, he shoves it into a large pocket, then sets to work stabilizing the five worst off he identified could be saved, shouting up at the balcony.
"Find other healers, right now! Then detail one pony to track them down, or do it yourself and salvage what honor you can!"
[1d6] <B.Medical
[1d6]
[1d6+2] <EMS Bag

Anonymous

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Wed 21 Oct 2015 14:29:21 No.25164741 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25165620

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25163330
>Suppressing a cackle at gaining 1st place, the large Gryphoness made the mistake to look back at you, a mistake that made her slip and crash cranium first on the lower levels deck.
"Ooooouch.."

>Maybe using the fangs were the right idea after all.
>Since as soon as you hopped down to catch up with the Huntsmaster, you felt you dun goof'd on the dismount.
>Landing on your ass, you found you sat beside a faceplanted catbird, who mewled quietly in pain.
"Vant to continue...Or declare a draw?"

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Wed 21 Oct 2015 15:40:43 No.25165398 Report Delete

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>>25159261
>>25159419
"YEP, WAS GONNA SAY THE SAME!"
>With the place shaking like a bitch, I sprinted through the opened door and hoped to the Zone that I hadn't chosen wrong and led the four of us to our death.

[1d6]>B. Movement
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[1d6]>E. Stealth
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Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

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Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Wed 21 Oct 2015 16:02:07 No.25165620 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25165632 >>25166635

>>25164741
>I giggle heavily at Cu'Nir's crash landing, which turns into full-blown laughter after suffering one of my own.
>It doesn't stop me getting back up and carrying on, though, even though Cu'Nir's drive seems to have diminished.
>Her loss!
"Hey, you started it, it'd be wrong not to see it to the end!"
>I call out as I continue my descent.
>The race continues!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWKsw8M8Xlk

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Wed 21 Oct 2015 16:03:09 No.25165632 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25166635

>>25165620
oopsie doopsie
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Wed 21 Oct 2015 17:28:11 No.25166635 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25173979

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25165620
>>25165632
>"This is vhy I love him!"
"Heh, you think you have von but you are wrong!"
>Scrambling back up onto her paws and claws, the Gryphoness licks the edge of her beaked mouth with oily black tongue as she watched you skillfully maneuver down the tower.
>Mmmm~ Vonder vhat the revard vill be after everything is sorted out?"
>Purring at the ideas, she hopped down after you, her tail flying left and right to help balance her descent.
[1d6]

>You drop down to the second-to-last level, ducking in and rolling into its empty interior, the momentum dissipating away to give you a safe fresh start on this floors' ledge.

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Wed 21 Oct 2015 18:52:35 No.25167693 Report Delete

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>Krinza & Lann

>>25149078

>Safely enshrouded by the darkness, whatever that seemed to constitute here instead of the Underdark, the well trodden path to the workshop leads you to the north side.
>Finding a single rather tall door, more than enough for a minotaur, with a lever, a handle, and a hoofle, oddly placed along the right side, it opens to admit you, a partially muffled, dry stallion's voice coming from across the room.
"Come in, I'm on the furnace."
>Walking into the dim, rather wide open workshop, you walk nose first into a pile of bricks, immediately feeling cold metal, and upon closer inspection you'd walked into a large stack of small ingots.
>Looking beyond the stack you note several strange wheeled objects, the first of which was all black, the second a long, oddly shaped blue cart.. or it would be, if it didn't appear to have doors and glass windows on it's side.
>Passing by the odd machines into the workshop proper, the north side was taken up by a wall length table, interspersed with a sewing desk, material and bolt rocks, and a fitting room, apparently closed down for the night.
>Reaching a large furnace bisecting the table, a fairly young, chunky bright yellow unicorn stallion was sitting atop the center, gazing down at something, lifting a hoof in your direction, then sets it down, the sound of a page flipping apparent as he speaks.
"I was informed by Nova Flicker that you were just hired and are seeking a heatstone or two. Take any you need from inside, the forge is currently not in operation."

Thrill--Collins !!/7XBlgSH75Y

Thrill--Collins !!/7XBlgSH75Y Wed 21 Oct 2015 19:25:58 No.25168078 Report Delete

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>>25156522

>Collins didn't want to know how Naliyna knew about the mare that she knew was inside the clinic.
>That definately wasn't the kind of treatment you could get on prescription.
>Walking alongside the crystal mare, Collins glanced over in slight consolation.

"Well, there's always the pre-natal checkups, I guess."

>Better them than Tipper, at the very least.
>The two of them headed forward, the clinic slowly pulling away behind them, with the spire, the centre, drawing ever closer.
>And they weren't alone.
>In either wanting to get to the spire or something else, Collins didn't know.
>What was clear enough to the mercenary was that Naliyna had stopped in her trotting.
>Not spooked, but really not happy in the slightest.
>The mercenary moved back, kneeling beside the crystal pony. He placed a hand on her withers, gently scratching up to her neck and back down, crossing over the raised skin of scars.

"...Easy, Nal. Let's not cause a scene here."

[1d6+1] >Expert Speech
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[1d6+1] >Basic HPR

>Those muscles were taut under the coat. Tight for violence. Her fur could bristle if it was long enough.
>Violence probably wasn't needed here, Collins worried, eyeing over the stranger arrivals at the spire. Bad for public relations. Or for anypony who read AK Yearling's novels.
>He turned his head upward, to the tall peaks of the spire. Cadence inside, for sure.
>Down below, Naliyna could kick off a riot, if she could. Hardly a way to say thanks for reuniting her with her family.
>Collins wished to disappear. And he could.
>If the spire wasn't their destination.
>He leaned in close to Naliyna, voice hushed.

"...Reckon they're all for Cadence? I've got a bad feeling you're gonna tell me we're supposed to be going up into the spire, right?"

>If the one below the spire really was an ethereal, Collins really didn't want any trouble, keeping a close eye on the crowds.
>From Naliyna, mostly.

[1d6+2] >Expert Stealth
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[1d6+3] >Piercing Visor

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Wed 21 Oct 2015 20:28:59 No.25168992 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25196780

>>25151094
>>25151100

>Glancing down at the parcel he had neatly tucked under his arm, Lont hummed in thanks.
>This was a good encounter.
>And would never of happened if Hodch, Denra or Mist Dancer were here.
>Funny how things turn out.
>"Better touch up on my Imperial."

>After placing the wingblades away carefully so not to disturb the fine wrapping by Amerose, the Operator left the building for the Translocation Stone.
>Past the busying Lorekeepers again.
>...
>Surewhynot.
>Stepping off from his route to stand by the table the robed ponies were at, he gave the two other Lorekeepers a curt nod before issuing a welcomed bow at Amerose.
"Wanted to just say; Thank you for being a great help Amerose, I'll be sure to give you my 'gratitude' properly later on~"
[1d6+4] E.Speech +MVP
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>Giving a sly wink, he turned on the spot and walked casually back to the Translocation Stone.
>Good thing he was already on his way to brush up on his tongue flapping.

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Wed 21 Oct 2015 21:32:30 No.25169946 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25171876

>Belltower: UPCA, The Duchess Deal

>>25150045

>"I knew there was something in the rafters, must've been what, or should I say WHO, dropped down. Now that she's here we might as well put her to work so if you find something big to steal, she's gonna carry it.. uh, where are you right now? I'm gonna ask a few more questions and MAAAAYBE~ Miss Fat Flanks here go!"
>Snickering darkly to herself, the batmare clicks her claws together, then returns to business, starting off with a sweet question towards the unicorn, clicking her mic off halfway through.
"You're pretty sweet tasting for a unicorn you know, and as for how good you're feeling right about now, you might as well tell me what you do for a livi-"

>Streaking across the marble wall with barely a sense of physical movement, you leave behind a small trace of white from where you'd touched the stone, though it didn't seem to be registering yet.
>Entering a rather drab, open and empty foyer, immediately through the night vision eye you note a stout, wide steel spiral staircase starting on the left side, taking up the entirety of the circular foyer, while doorways were centered north and south with no direct access to the sitting room.

>Hooves ceasing to click about outside, the unicorn and pegasi apparently finding nothing for several seconds, the former raising her voice before a bright streak of light from outside occurs.
"On the wall, there-"
"Light it up and knock it down!"
[1d6+8] <M.Casting: Sunburst
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fuo

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fuo Wed 21 Oct 2015 21:43:40 No.25170102 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25170118 >>25172897

>>25149491
>Looking confusedly at the wing, the skeleton took a moment before reaching a hand out and gently trying to shake it
>At least that's what he gathered he was supposed to do
"You seem to take well to one such as I. My name is Fuoco and I hail from, well, I suppose its not important anymore now, is it? Regardless, it is a pleasure to meet you."
>While the mage had approximately 0 idea what an anti-storm was, but he figured now probably isn't the best time to ask
>He can always research it later, at any rate

>>25149491
"Yes, some artifacts would be most useful to me."
>He was shortly reminded of his annulgram which had vanished
>He needed a new tome or some equivalent
>A staff or wand would be nice as well

FuocoScheletro !!+25lmJC9Bo6

FuocoScheletro !!+25lmJC9Bo6 Wed 21 Oct 2015 21:44:40 No.25170118 Report Delete

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>>25170102
Fuck this stupid name bullshit it was filled out when I pressed enter

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Sunny !FlareDy136 Wed 21 Oct 2015 21:50:33 No.25170205 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25182140

>>25167693

"Uh... Thanks. It's not a problem, is it, I can make do without if it is."
>Sunny shut her muzzle before she became even more awkward.
"I mean, thank you."
>Muzzle sore from her close encounter with the stack of ingots, Sunny wandered over to the furnace and gazed in, picking out a pair of decently sized Heatstones, slipping them into her saddle bags.
>But not before, for reasons unfathomable even to her, licking one of the heatstones out of curiosity.

[1d6+3]>B. Perception
[1d6+3]

>Putting it out of her head how Nova managed to inform the workshop of her need having fallen asleep in the Pagoda.
>Must be magic.
>What next, pony housing wasn't it? Sure, lets go to the one place other ponies are likely to congregate, that'll be good for her.
>Sunny looked once again at the stallion, he seemed busy and figured she wouldn't distract him further.
>Wriggling her nose and managing to hold in a sneeze, Sunny left as quietly as she came.
>Without bumping into the ingots this time.
>Remembering her encounter with the Foalnado, Sunny once again made her way quietly and stealthily towards the pony barracks.

[1d6+7]>E. Stealth
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Anonymous

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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9

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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9 Wed 21 Oct 2015 23:46:13 No.25171876 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25188470

>>25169946
>"They were conditioning her for this type of work, so I'm not entirely surprised she managed to tag along behind us."
>He checked out the pagoda, himself, with Void Sight and picked up nothing.
>Maybe she has some kind of edge, he doesn't know about.
>Regardless, he grins under his mask.
>"She's pretty good."
>Watching the guards idle, before he made his move, Jeff chimes back to the batmare.
>"I'm about to enter the mansion. A pair of guards left the front door wide open for me."

>Slipping in on through behind the alert guardponies, Jeff looks over the staircase quickly.
>He could get access to the kitchen and dining hall, but the sitting room however...
>Before he can decide where to go, Jeff overhears the guards outside as a blinding light begins to emit from the courtyard.
>'Fuck!'
>He needs to keep that light out, asap!
>Reaching for one of his pouches, Jeff phases from the shadows and bolts to the front door to close it on the two Royal guards and unicorn's cast.
[1d6+8] <Second Rush: Speed
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>'Risk, I need eyes on this building to see if anyone inside moves on us.'
>Shutting the door Jeff readies his lockpicks and locks the door on the guards, instead of unlocking it.
>*"Bell. I'm inside, but the guards are onto me. Get what you can out of that guard; I may need a distraction."*
>This shit is getting dicey.
[1d6+5] <B.Reverse Lockpick
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[1d6+8] <E.Auto-Stealth
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Thu 22 Oct 2015 01:10:34 No.25172864 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25173010 >>25175091

>Trapped Like A Rat: Brume Gale, Sparking Fleur & ?????????

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>>25159419
>A prolonged whining grunt escapes the Pred-Elk wrapped in your arms as you barge through the ironwood door, it slamming against the wall with a shriek of rusty hinges.
"Mmmmrgh.."

>>25165398
>Right behind Indurian you too enter the room in quick succession, you being careful not to harm Sparky's horns while doing so.

>The inside of the room was not as dusty as he corridor and less dark as well.
>This might be due to the thin line of light that ran from one end of the room to the other, the whistle of fresh wind filling into the place.
>From the light granted both Indurian and Ivan could make out this appearing to be some sort of workshop, large metal apparatus filling 3/4 of the walls for the most part with a workbench covering the last.
>Jutting out of one of the metal contraptions was an obnoxiously large lever, with stuff written on its nob.

>Interesting room to say the least.

>From outside the door the thunderous noise of the stairs collapsing rattled through the corridor, echoing for a solid minute before vanishing.

[1d6+200] -/1000

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Thu 22 Oct 2015 01:13:52 No.25172897 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25179425 >>25183120

>Post #1/2: Shanis & Roust

>>25151013

"You could say that if we were looting an armory or something-"
>Snorting bemusedly, Shanis's gaze lands on Roust stomping from the Nest towards the pagoda, eyebrows raising a bit at the saddlepack slung over her neck and the
"But whatever fat loot means, I ain't gonna let you on Tartarus just yet, had to send all the chunky mares to Las Pegasus."

>>25170102

>Lifting her wing up, shifting it down, then retracting it with a keen smile, the mercenary mare snorts quietly, shoulders raising in an ephemeral shrug.
"Compared to the Tyrant, an Atelier, a walking psionic AND casting Eldritch arsenal made of stronger than steel bone, and a pony made of living gel, not even undead bother me anymore. Come on, let's go find something to loot."

>Changing direction and sliding on air towards Roust halted outside the pagoda, Shanis skids to a halt in front of her, gazing up and locking eyes.
"Hello Roust, how're you doing in the cold?"
>'It is not cold enough to bother me just yet, but we are going to the Empire Wasteland.'
"Never been there, so I hoped you stuffed your holes full of heatstones or I might just freeze on top of you."
>'I did just that! My legs are quite warm now, so unless I am completely frozen I will be able to run for several hours.'
"Glad to hear. So, I heard something about getting a ride from you?"
>'Of course! Hop on and I will carry you, and if you get hungry there are mushrooms in my pack.'

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Thu 22 Oct 2015 01:18:56 No.25172937 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25183120

>Post #2/2: Shanis & Roust

>Nonplussed at the false-teeth grinning at her, the artificially aged pegasus smiles in return, crouching down and leaping up onto the Vanguard's back.
>Maneuvering herself to sit in front of the armored saddle and letting her hind legs splay down, Shanis affixes her front hooves to Roust's neck, shifting to find a more comfortable position.
>Lifting her right wing up, the Mercenary Queen bites onto a thick black roll, pulling it free from her side and affixing it to her left hoof.
>Swinging her head to the left, the Changeling blinks, stomping stomps into the pagoda with a curious tone.
>'Is that important?'
"Very, it's a snow hood I had Lann make.'
>'Oh. Does it fit well?'
"..this is Lann, remember? If it didn't, she'd be pissed."
>'Good point.'

>Mildly amused at Hollow initiating the Vortex Remnant's services, a dim white vortex appears in place of the standard translocation tunnel, Roust lifting him up with a green glow and setting him behind Shanis.
>Motioning for Fuoco to take a seat in a partially covered wooden sled, one that amusingly reminded Hollow of a dogsled, the modern Vanguard waits for him to clamber in, then plods into the vortex, dragging it along after as the slits of her mask glow slightly.

>Dropping into roughly two feet of packed snow, the Changeling lets out a breath of air into the subzero cold while Shanis gazes about about a vast expanse of darkened snow.
>Frowning at the cold prickling her nose, the pegasus spreads the snow hood apart, pulling it over her head with both hooves, then secures it's length to her neck tightly as Roust's mental voice drifts about, taking long strides through the snow.
>'Hollow, give me directions and I will try to stay on course.'
"Heh, I hope one of you has a compass.."
[1d6+2] <B.Speed
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[1d6+3] <B.Changeling Night Vision
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>Shanis:
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Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Thu 22 Oct 2015 01:25:44 No.25173010 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25175091 >>25176088

>>25172864
[Indurian] "We still possess a mote of time before death becomes us! Sir Ivan! Investigate the other room! I shall investigate this one for any possible method of escape!"
>the knight then leans in close to the lever, reading what was written on the handle
[1d6]> B. Perception
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Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Thu 22 Oct 2015 03:31:11 No.25173979 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25175840

>>25166635
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-p1pCG634Ag
"We'll see about that!"
>Making my way into the lead, I glance back up to see Cu'Nir attempting to follow.
>The key word being attempting.
>With renewed giggling, I quickly carry on, deliciously close to victory!
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Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Thu 22 Oct 2015 08:19:04 No.25175091 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25176088

>>25172864
>Pretty dusty place, bu a workshop might be useful.
>Wonder what the lever's for...
>>25173010
>Might be a bad idea to split up at this point.
>But I don't have any better ideas.
"Fine, but radio if you find anything."
>Quickly moves out towards the other door, looking for signs of anything.
[1d6]>E. Perception
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[1d6]>B. Engineering
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Thu 22 Oct 2015 11:04:00 No.25175840 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25176736

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>>25173979
>Her tail meant nothing.
>It did nothing! Instead it flung around as she slipped and fell again onto the lower level.
"ArrughAF!"
>Difference here being she full body planted rather than landing squarely on her cranium.
>[Angry catbird noises]

>Your performance this time round wasn't on par as last time, when you dropped down you felt and heard your knees as you stood up from crouching.

>Being cautious now, Cu'Nir carefully slipping her body down to the lower floor.
>"Not this time!"
[1d6]

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Thu 22 Oct 2015 11:05:42 No.25175855 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25185029

>Baroness Celery Souffle

>>25155381

>Lazily rolling onto her chest and hanging her head over the cushion, Nibbles meowing softly and causing the unicorn mare's ears to flatten, sighing half-heartedly.
"Not you too.. human, it has been over twenty years since we were violently thrown from Canterlot. For what would otherwise be the sheer number of Lunar faction ponies that have admitted contact with one of yours, 'Razorback' must either be willfully, or perhaps woefully, ignorant of their sponsorship's past, or vastly isolated to the point of relative cultural indifference. As for my relation with Hodch, our mutual interests only extend to keeping the Star Court's existence quiet.. and keeping him from leaving the Starborn entirely. His is a very touchy, painful history."
>Placing her left forehoof on the carpet and tentatively setting the prosthetic's carved hoof down, the Baroness's eyes roll upwards, then back down to you with a bland tone.
"That is a difficult statement to accept, you understand. The overt amount of protection Luna has dispensed towards humans tells I was wrong to expect of her to teach what occurred towards the nobles of her own faction. If she could not offer a historian or request one of her own to speak on the past, my interest is not only lost but my personal pride is bruised."
>Stretching out off the chair, Celery stops halfway, turning her head up at your odd, very strange tone, ears splaying out while her face contorts in what looked to be apprehensive concern.
>Head cocking to the side while her muzzle scrunches, the mare's eyes go from you, to Nibbles, to your hands, then back to you, her jaw parting in confusion.
"I.. is.. is that a sexual invitation, or, or something else entirely? You must excuse my Prench, but precisely what in the fuck do you mean by that?"

>Making an exaggerated motion, Nibbles sits on her hind legs, covering her face with her paws and meowing loudly in exasperation.
"Meeeerrrrrrrrrrr!"

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Thu 22 Oct 2015 11:41:31 No.25176088 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25176356 >>25187461

>Trapped Like A Rat: Brume Gale, Sparking Fleur & ?????????

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>>25173010
>You read the lever, the embossed Common Equestrian faded away with most of the edges of the lettering.
'PULL TO OPEN BAY'
>That's what the line in the ground must be, question is, will it open now after so long?
>Still hugged tightly to your armoured chest, Brume jostles slightly to look around, her one unbloodied eye squinting to see where she was.
"...Where are..we?.."

>>25175091
>Outside back in the solid concrete corridor you observe the collapse had unsettled large amounts of dust and created more cracks in the ceiling, Sparky's breathing replaced with spluttering inhaling coughs as a result.
>The stairs were gone, now you felt like you were trapped like a Tushkano.

>Standing in front of the steel stripped door, you found to your dismay a keyhole, and with further S.T.A.L.K.E.R'ing you conclude it was still in good enough condition along with the rest of the door to prevent intruders.
>When your hand got close to the actual metal, a shimmer of magic bolted across the steels' expanse.
>Somehow a magical protective ward had lasted all this time, whatever was behind this door the owner of this Mansion did not want anyone to know about even now.
>Looks like the only way to open the door was with a key, maybe it would of dispelled the ward also?

[1d6+200] 795/1000

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[1d6+12] E.Movement
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Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Thu 22 Oct 2015 12:19:04 No.25176356 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25187461 >>25190204

>>25176088
>[Indurian] "This may be our only way out!"
>the knight turns and yells to Ivan
[Indurian] "SIR IVAN! I AM GOING TO PULL THE LEVER! WISH ME LUCK!"
>the knight then turns and sets down Gale inside the hallway just outside the door
[Indurian] "Stay safe..."
>he then turns back into the room before giving a deep sigh and pulling the lever
>he makes sure to keep a tight grip on the bar just in case what he thought was about to happen happens
[1d6]> B. Perception
[1d6]

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Thu 22 Oct 2015 13:17:14 No.25176736 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25177567

>>25175840
>Not as impressive a landing. Doesn't matter much now, though!
>Taking a brief look back, I see Cu'Nir's progress is still slow.
>Serves her right for trying to throw in the towel!
[1d6]

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Thu 22 Oct 2015 14:53:20 No.25177567 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25178333 >>25185360

>>25136754
>Uncontested Territories: The Greccion

>With still a fair amount of mud crusting your lower legs you crouch run away from the swampy morgue as fast as possible, not noticing your body somewhat vanishing from view as you put distance between yourself and the approaching enemy patrol.
"Over here."
[1d6-2]

>Following the voice of the Greccion, you end up behind the wide girth of a naked oak tree, the large amount of leaves around the base making it hard to move faster into cover.
>Right after settling into safety the trotting of the one pony visible stopped, your HUD telling the distance, you putting it that they were standing at the foot of the watery mass grave.
[1d6+3] >Perception
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3]

>It was too quiet for your liking, worse still you had no idea where the other two ponies were at.
[1d4] >Wind Direction
1=N
2=S
3=E
4=W

[1d6+2] >Perception
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]

[1d6+2] >Perception
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[1d6+2]

>>25176736
>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>Landing on her hindlegs first, the Huntsmasters landing was wobbly at best as she fell onto all fours again with a dissatisfied grunt.
"I can still vin this, Simon!"
>Her ego was still intact amusingly.
[1d6]

>With a three point landing like a badass onto the widest level, you look down and realize you were one hop away from the ground, victory seemingly within your grasp.

>Staring at the two from above with an content and slightly envious chuckle, Sláint the Healer purrs quietly to herself as she wondered if certain rumors about the two racing lovebirds were true at all.

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Thu 22 Oct 2015 15:19:09 No.25177861 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25183027

>Caliya

>>25157843

>Taking a deep breath, the shaggy earth pony keeps his head remarkably still,simply frowning at the alcohol trickling across his nose.
>Eyes rolling from left to right for a few seconds, he lets out a strangely relieved sigh, nostrils flaring several times.
"Spines WERE poisoned, stupid rabbit."
>Sidestepping into the fountain, he leans his right shoulder on it, sitting down against the yellow steel, then nods up at you.
"Works for now, thanks. Am Caliya, hunter and tracker here."

Kraut Spacewizard !Krautc0lNU

Kraut Spacewizard !Krautc0lNU Thu 22 Oct 2015 15:25:50 No.25177923 Report Delete

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test

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Thu 22 Oct 2015 15:56:08 No.25178268 Report Delete

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>Post #1/2: Lejura

>>25162563

>Shaking her head in an aggrieved manner, Lejura's ears flatten, sighing morosely.
"Then that was, not now, and not here. Know you should that even deities can be killed. Now, put out of mind such a being you will."
>Smiling as you seat yourself on the bed in front of her, the dim silver mare pulls herself forwards a bit, grunting in pain from the effort.
"Now then, Lejura must call upon her helper as she is incapable of holding anything."
>Eyeing your pack with a slightly dismal expression, Lejura rolls her eyes, then tamps her good hoof on the bed, speaking in a sweet tone, the aery language similar in phonetics to several arabic dialects, though seemed to be much more complex, ceasing after a minute.
[1d6+3] <S.Summon: Wild Desert Flower

>Popping into reality with an odd flopping sound, a bright red closed flower lands on the floor, twelve light green leaves spiraling up and down the stem, while the same number of long dark green roots lands in four clusters, oriented towards cardinal directions.
>Lifting itself upwards, the flower opens to reveal a nearly clear glass-like sphere in the center, hovering an inch above it and emitting a constant, quietly cheerful hum.
"Take the book in that pack and hold it up for this one to read from, please."
>Merrily obliging, root tendrils unzip and reach into your pack, placing the book atop four of it's southwest roots, the tips curling underneath to stabilize and hefting it up to reading height.
>Stretching out her right foreleg and placing it next to your left, Lejura's face contorts into a stern, commanding grimace, unwilling to admit defeat.
"Now then, we shall read this together and afterwards Lejura will teach to you proper pony etiquette. Pony anatomy shall be our initial task, and from then to the rest.."

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Thu 22 Oct 2015 15:59:23 No.25178304 Report Delete

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>Post #2/2: Lejura

>>25162563

>Unable to escape from the Saddle Arabian mare's clutches, you're quickly drilled through the basics of pony skeletal structure, leaving the sections on splinting and bandaging alone since you knew them well enough.
>Moving on to physical injury responses, you realize that while ponies had high tolerances, Lejura states that only a few pony cultures on Tallus emphasized any form of resisting treatment, except by 'stubborn, mule-brained fools'.
>Dampener, a very common but fairly addictive alchemical substance, was the preferred method of pain management as it worked somewhat slower than morphine, but also served to calm and relax patients, with the positive side effect of causing drowsiness, while standard painkillers were all opiate derived in nature.
>Moving on to internal organ injuries, the various pony species, except for Changelings, had similar analogues to human organs, recovering naturally at roughly the same pace, although the mare notes two alchemical liquids named 'regeneration' and 'restoration' were in high demand, and use, for quickening the recovery process.
>Skimming over external injuries as you had more than enough experience with surface wounds, Lejura orders the plant-creature to flip to the next section on musculature, and upon finding you knew roughly the same amount on that subject, skips ahead to a vast chapter on toxicology, diseases, and elemental resistance, though why all three were in the same chapter you couldn't figure out.
>While ponies in general had better resistance against natural, artificial, Otherworldly, and even Planar versions of poisons, toxins, pathogens, bacteria, and parasites, the dim silver mare frowns, remarking that due to fast, widespread mutations resulting from Tallus's abnormally high arcane and Eldritch influences, rapid and highly aggressive treatment is considered the first priority over all else.

>Dr. Novus: Medical Skill Specialization gained!

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Thu 22 Oct 2015 16:02:15 No.25178333 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25188967

>>25177567
>Making a much better landing on the next ledge, I prepare to drop again, trying to keep my momentum up as much as-
>Oh.
>Well then.
>I see Cu'Nir's still behind me.
>It's as good as won.
>As if to show off to some nonexistant audience, I try to make the final descent stylish.
>If for no other reason than for fun.
[1d6]

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Thu 22 Oct 2015 16:52:24 No.25178892 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25193271

>Remostrine Naliyna

>>25168078

>Inhaling tightly with a scowl, Naliyna shifts from side to side slowly, eerily silent for a minute before letting out a grim, disgusted snort, her tone clear, but annoyed.
"Fiiiine. I'll just shatter a few of those traitors some other time, it's not like they're going to leave any time soon.."
>Muscles relaxing under your hand, she swings her head around, warm nose pressed against your cheek for several seconds, rolling her eyes over and muttering quietly.
"I doubt it. If they were they'd be up there somewhere.. either that or she's really busy."
>Nudging you up onto your feet, the bright fuchsia mare taps her front hooves on the float enchant, muzzle quirked in study as her eyes shift to a bright, neutral, and dark blue, reverting to normal after a moment, then partially phases from sight with a droning sigh.
"I don't feel like crushing them into little pieces right now."
[1d6+4] <Stalker's Eye
[1d6+2] <E.Crystal Runes: Fall Fade
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]

>Losing some of your outline in the Empire's constant glow, the Crystal ponies milling about with the Ethereals were mainly Wardens, their reflective or semi-transparent crystalline armor readily apparent from the visual magnification.
>The rest were older citizens, the youngest looking to be in their late thirties, none of which had yet noticed either of you, nor did the Ethereals seem to know you were in proximity.

>Flicking her tail against your leg with a humorous return to her normal state of mind, Naliyna's ears wriggle, air-skating towards the southwest with a calmed snicker.
"Come on, let's just get in the Spire before they try to start another war they can't finish!"
[1d6+4] <E.Glide-Walk

Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0

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Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0 Thu 22 Oct 2015 17:34:16 No.25179425 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25193191 >>25193237

>>25172897
>...Actually, what is this building again?
>I can't remember what kind of place we're fuckin' looting, not good
"It means...good loot, essentially. And no worries, I've already got a "phat" mare here, y'know?"
>Giggling and poking Roust's armor, Hollow quickly dives under a pillow before they leave, grabbing the translocation disc again and putting it back in his pack
>Better safe than sorry, especially after that last disaster...

>Quite pleased with his perch, Hollow resists the urge to his Shanis' flanks as handholds, instead, scratching the abnormally aged pony behind the ears, and staring into the Void
>Huffing at the snow around them, and deciding that at least it was better than lava, Hollow opens up his notebook and stares at it
>...no directions
>Oh well, time to do my best impersonation of a radar dish
"We won't be needing compasses where we're going, kiddos. Hang on to your butts!"
>Putting his hands behind his ears like a dish, Hollow tries to avoid giggling himself to death as he starts projecting his mind across the area, searching for the building, or a trail leading to it, also remembering to put his damn NVGs on
>Physical eyes are important too, of course
[1d6+3] <Master E.o.H.: Psioniton Radar
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[1d6+2] <NVG
[1d6] <E.Perception OR Wilderness Survival
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Thu 22 Oct 2015 18:35:09 No.25180107 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25180801 >>25196097

>Canterlot, Duo Whell Estate

>>25163365
>Raising her head when she grasped it was herself you were referring to, the Lead Maidmare sat up straight with a hard-nosed growl to her voice.
"You fucking wot-"
>Despite her attitude your smack against her nose sent her flopping onto her back, pieces of rubble biting into the mares clothing as she lay dazed on the secondary floor.
"Uuuuuugh.."

>On the battle scarred, blood slick Foyer floor, you drop and unzip the EMS bag and set to work saving the ponies you identified could make it.
>As you worked feverishly on preventing more equines from dying, the wounded ponies that can move began to hobble about, some in various states of shock while a few attempted to help their sisters and brothers.
>Whether by scooting them neatly to the walls in rows, separating the hurt from the dead, or attending to their horns and wings so help could be summoned faster.
>Your supplies ran thin as you worked from most severe to least, by the time you did run dry most of the Unicorns' horns were back to functionality.
>What remained in your duffel bag were the surgical tools, and even they were unusable until they were properly cleared of bodily fluids.
>As the Pegasi flew out of the Mansion and into the smoke filled night sky with a few unicorns teleporting away for aid, the handful that stayed were silent, you speculating it being shock.

1/2

Anonymous

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who ordered niggers
with extra niggers

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Thu 22 Oct 2015 19:39:34 No.25180801 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25196120

>>25180107
>Ten minutes later a contingent of Day Guard headed by Honour Guards stormed past the bashed down gilded gates, they taking up defensive positions around the Estates expanse as Honour Guard Medics and Doctors arrived on the scene.
>Giving you a wary look as they past under the cover of the overhanging second floor, the golden armoured ponies with white satchels began assessing the damage done to Duo Whell's ponies.

>Clopping downstairs with a scowl etched into her features with a bruise on her snout, the Maidmare locks onto you, her horn lighting before the sense of weightlessness takes over, her nasally howls of accusing anger filling the Foyer.
"YOU -CONDENSING- SMUG BASTARD!"
[1d6+7] E.Telekinesis
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[1d6+7]

>Suddenly hopping in to stand between yourself and the grumpy Maidmare, a female Guard, one you recognized as a Doctor, swung her head back and forth with stern confusion.
"I hate to interrupt your bickering, but can somepony please explain to us what has transpired here, exactly?"

3XP awarded to Corsen!

Anonymous

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Thu 22 Oct 2015 21:27:57 No.25181939 Report Delete

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>Mist Dancer

>Close to a day of travel later , Marble Leaf finds herself incredibly, painfully, ridiculously, and agonizingly bored.
>Drifting about the translocation sphere, the armored mare begins collecting all of her summoned radishes into a large pile.
>Noticing something stuck in the center, she peers in, then throws her head back, kicking a bright red radish half the size of her barrel away.
"What in Tartarus are you doing in there Hodch?! Not only that, but how'd you come with us and why didn't anypony find you?"
>Deactivating a phase-cloak and scowling from underneath the hood, half disgusted, half terrified, the Nightblade reservist shouts at the top of his lungs, creating a dull grey sphere and detonating it behind the Commander's head, sending her into the center of the tuber pile with him.
"BECAUSE I WAS CURIOUS AND I'VE HAD A PHASE CLOAK FOR YEARS BUT NOW THAT I'M STUCK HERE I'VE STARTED TO HATE EVERYTHING YOU CRAZY GODDESS DAMNED MARE!"
[1d6+12] <GM.Casting: Forcewave
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>Half asleep and very slowly spinning head over hooves, the tuber bounces off Kitang's helmet, waking and sending her into a frenzy of incoherent screaming, also tumbling into the radish pile.
>Taking note of the brawl starting, at least fifteen of the Royal and Honor Guard that were still physically capable of moving begin kicking the tubers around, filling the sphere with laughter and bouncing red radishes.

>Cracking an eye open sleepily, Mist Dancer gazes upon the scene for several seconds, ignoring a small radish bouncing off her side.
>Realizing nothing needed her attention, at all, she takes a slight inhale, letting it out and snugging her forehooves around Dante's chest once more, then drifts back to sleep.
>"Silly.. ponies..'

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Thu 22 Oct 2015 21:45:30 No.25182140 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25184356

>>25170205

"You are welcome. Come find me if you need weapon or armor work performed, but I recommend visiting Lann for clothing soon, it will be exceedingly cold here in a week or so."

>The path from the workshop down to a very recently completed barracks, larger than all but one hostel you could remember seeing on the roads you'd travelled, was little more than several sets of earth pony, unicorn, and pegasi hoofprints.
>Finding the western door unlocked, also having the same handle, lever, and hoofle, as soon as you step past the first two tiles the door closes after you.
>A warm, comfortably dim hallway greets your eyes, six doors on either side a good distance apart leads into a wide, spaced out den, though it was empty right now.
>Hearing an odd tap from the door immediately to your right, covered in large red letters and spelling out 'Dancing Eyes', you decide to sneak to it, pressing your ear on the surface lightly.
>...
>For whatever reason, and despite your superior hearing, there was little more then small seismic vibrations from the floor.
>Putting it off as somepony working out, or possibly getting worked out, you wander into the den, finding a pair of long couches with a table in front of each facing the center.
>In the corners of the den were large shower & bath rooms, more than enough to fit an alicorn, you think, though there was no kitchenette here.
>Walking through the east side of the barracks, you find that five of the rooms had been taken, and upon testing one, you note they seemed to be heavily warded against intrusion.
>Peering into one of the uninhabited rooms, it was a rather comfortable affair: a plush looking king sized bed with a bay window over it, one large lantern gem in the center of the ceiling, four smaller ones facing each other on the opposite side of the walls, a small but cozy sitting arrangement, a locker and chest on one side, and finally a desk with a dresser on the other.

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Oct 2015 21:53:45 No.25182224 Report Delete

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>>25038418
>sensible loadout
American mode:
AR-15, one magazine, all remaining slots are filled with burgers
American flag t-shirt
Jean shorts
Sandals with socks
Cowboy hat

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Oct 2015 22:40:25 No.25182824 Report Delete

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Surplus !iOASB9ZGyY

Surplus !iOASB9ZGyY Thu 22 Oct 2015 22:57:48 No.25183027 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25196579 >>25196780

>>25177861
"Oh, uhh, good to know... Spined, poisonous rabbits..."

>He gave a wince at the thought, imagining some kind of Monty Python white rabbit. Only with green venom dripping from sharp spines all over it.

>And it was probably on fire or something too.

"Caliya? Nice to err, meet you. And no problem. I'm REDACTED. And I just sort of... wandered in."

>He recounts his camping trip in a tl;dr fashion, hitting all the necessary details and good bits, up until the clinic where Novus examined his head for the wound on his hand.

"Not sure if I'd be any help tracking, but I'm a pretty good shot. It seems like it's a good idea to stay armed at all times..."

FuocoScheletro !!+25lmJC9Bo6

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FuocoScheletro !!+25lmJC9Bo6 Thu 22 Oct 2015 23:04:16 No.25183120 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25193191

>>25172937
>>25172897
>I believe I've heard of these things
>Those bearded northerners always would talk about them
>potkukelkka or something
>Never-the-less, the mage took a seat in the sleigh
"I am not certain what your kind see in these things. Much too crowded."
>Not wanting to be the odd one out, the mage decided to look around during the ride too
>Even though he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for
>But he was looking
[1d6] U. Perception

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Fri 23 Oct 2015 00:08:06 No.25183815 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25197435

>BOSS: LUNAR COUNCILMASTER BARLEN!

>>25160319

>The smoke screen blowing back in an elongated arc, having not moved at all, a maddened Barlen stares from where the midpoint of the cloud was towards Ridgeback, angrily snorting to clear his nostrils.
>Starting with a small tremble in his left rear leg, trickles of blood pattering onto the moonstone floor a bit more rapidly now, the light gray ram's face seizes, rapidly contorting into an expression of murderous hatred.
"YOU CHEATED ME! DIE YOU DISHONORAAA-AABLE WHORESON!"
>Throwing his head back and taking a deep, inwardly snarling breath, the Councilmaster rears back on his hind legs, dropping down and emitting a piercing, hostile shriek as his front hooves crack into the stone, legs painfully buckling under the stress.
>L.CM Barlen: 131/200HP.

>For a split-second, nothing happens, then.. reality is breached.
>A host of incorporeal Rams, all a solid bright white in coloration from hooves to horns, violently enter reality from the space around Barlen, the Atrium drowned out by the charge of hostile spiritual Rams, with you directly in their merciless onslaught.
[1d6+8] <Grandmaster Ancestral Summoning: The Devoted Flock of War
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Sunny !FlareDy136

Sunny !FlareDy136 Fri 23 Oct 2015 01:05:34 No.25184356 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25196631

>>25182140

>Sunny immediately dumped her journal on the desk, figuring it'd be safe there if these rooms were really warded against unwanted entry.
>She had no doubts at all that they could be bypassed in case of dire need, but unless someone direly needed to read her journal, it was good sitting there rather than having it on her at all times.
>After penning an entry into the thing in Pegasi, Sunny deposited her saddlebags and flopped onto the bed.
>What possible reason could they have to give everyone their own quarters this size? Sunny was more than used to being assigned a single bunk in communal housing.
>She probably shouldn't complain so much.
>Waving a hoof overhead as though drawing, Sunny attempted to recall the Pagoda map from memory.
>If she were going to scout, she'd need to brush up on the languages of Tallus. All of the languages.
>She needed to go find somepony called Lann for winter clothing. Her armor was warm enough, but it wouldn't do the job as well as a good coat.
>On that note, she probably should inquire as to whether they'd dock her pay or if she needed to actually hoof over the bits for it
>Should have something stitched onto her armor as well since she was no longer unaffiliated.
>So much to do.
>Rolling out of the bed and stretching almost like a cat, Sunny shed her wingblades and stored them. No point running around armed all the time.
>However, she did keep her sneaking suit on as she went through a range of stretches, wing motions and holding various states of balance before wandering out of her room.
>Sunny just needed to do something.
>Much more at ease now, she did not feel the urge to sneak around, finding the residents here an enjoyable lot.
>Off to the workshop again. They could dock her pay maybe, or she'd arrange some other form of payment.
>Ears loose, but pricked up, she set off at a steady trot to find the one called Lann.

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Clemency !f/LjycW0U2 Fri 23 Oct 2015 02:13:26 No.25185029 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25196751

>>25175855
>Heart's pounding
>Eyes flickering
>"I really did balls this up."
>Looking down at the cat, and petting her
"Maybe they decided to not talk to us about the exile because we haven't asked and they want to keep the court safe by keeping their existence secret?"
>Clem sighs half-heartedly as well
"I guess I need to brush up on history."
>Why are they so adamant on their exile?
>And blaming the Lunar faction about this?
>Some things are not making much sense
>Suddenly, Clem puts a surprised look on his face
"S-sexual? Where did that come from? No. I was thinking there was a service trade off that I could do myself to help this deal."
>Looking down at Nibbles, Clem has an idea
>Maybe an idea too late, but he's needs help
>That bad feeling was replaced with something else
>He doesn't know what but Clem puts on a determined face
>"Hail Mary..."
"Ummm.....may I please be excused? I'd like to see if Hodch can join us."

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ Fri 23 Oct 2015 03:03:31 No.25185360 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25188967

>>25177567
>The Commando hastily follows his leader into cover. Perhaps it would be better to try and find a safe route away, or to wait for them to leave.
>It, however, is not his choice to make. He isn't the one who gives orders.

>He listens carefully, hearing the first of the three hostiles coming to a halt. Perhaps they would only investigate where the noise came from and then carry on whatever they were doing.
>The other two were still invisible, though. His threat analysis systems seemed to detect "magic" activity around them, which he thought may be the key to finding them.
>If not, he might be able to hear them moving, too.
>Careful not to expose much of himself from cover, he peeks at the stationary enemy, and checks the area around it, hoping his systems would give some kind of indication of the positions of the other two.
[1d6]<B. Perception
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Emily Motherfuckin' Dean !!s8L8RXH+lal

Emily Motherfuckin' Dean !!s8L8RXH+lal Fri 23 Oct 2015 07:29:37 No.25186445 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25203813

>>25119997
>I swear to fuck all I'm going to rape her the next chance I get.
>Nonetheless, I need to get back to the jackoffs over at the fortress anyway.
>I go over towards the new pony, Dust Rune, while also thinking of a win-win strategy.
>Hmmm--oh wait second, I have a cheat code.
>Sitting at the booth the two are at, I take a daring grin as carefully I pull two aphrodisiac pills from the bottle.
"Well hello there, you must be the Dust Rune I heard so much about."
>The drugs were set down.
"Would you like some sugar pills? They're just completely harmless candy."

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>>25161979

Posting 4 Blubba !UudpX9O7aw

Posting 4 Blubba !UudpX9O7aw Fri 23 Oct 2015 10:48:20 No.25187461 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25190204

>>25176088
>It needs a key... Let's see if the one I have works.
>Fishes it out and goes to open it.
[1d6]>E. Perception
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>>25176356
"Good luck, brother."
>Don't know where that came from, but I'll wait until he reports before attempting to open the door.

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Fri 23 Oct 2015 12:40:04 No.25188108 Report Delete

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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Fri 23 Oct 2015 13:19:14 No.25188470 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25190878

>Belltower: UPCA, The Duchess Deal

>>25171876

>"..is this is one of those things we're gonna have a 'talk' about later? Ehh.. great, now I gotta get my net off her.."

>Closing the door as traces of searing light scorch the exterior wall, your left arm is caught by the expanding wave of heat, barely shutting the door before doing much more than disintegrating the phantom skin in range and heating the armored plating to an uncomfortable degree.
>One ring each of purple and red eyes snap open, blinking as you jam a wirepick into the door lock, quickly finding it to be a rather complex multiple pin affair, but manage to pry two off their springs and twist another out of position.
>'It is a little late for that, there are five ponies in motion he-'
>'..I do not like something here.'
[1d6+2] <Risk: Hunt Mode

>"Are you kidding me? I'm just NOW star- right, right, just follow the bright light and stab everything on the way, got it! I'll be there soon but I gotta carry this damn filly with me-"
[1d6+2] <E.Stealth
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[1d6+6] <E.Batpacking-In-Flight
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>Returning once more to the Underdark's faded tones, several shouts in earth pony from throughout the small mansion carry to you, a door somewhere slamming shut.
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[1d6] <Defensive Measures
[1d6] <Defensive Measures

[1d6+8] <???
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Fri 23 Oct 2015 14:13:56 No.25188967 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25189144 >>25189387

>>25178333
>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir & Blackbeak

>hubris.
>Even here, it will damn anyone.
>Like you, right now, as your acrobatic leap off the edge deformed into a cartwheeling mess.
>Thankfully the soil was still soft and malleable even after construction of buildings all around the area.
>Full body imprinting into the earth, you could vaguely hear Cu'Nir over the din of a headache as she squawk in dismay at witnessing your impressive careen.
>Landing hard at your side with the sensation of metal wings flapping overhead, your mate went silent when she saw you were actually fine.
>..
"T-th-thaa-at vas maje-TIC!"
>Flopping down onto her side as she was overcome by uncontrollable cackling, you could just feel the eyes and ears of every other Catbird hone in on you two.
>Not like either of you cared.

>>25185360
>Uncontested Territories: The Greccion

>As best as you could, you peered from behind the safety of the Oak's wide base while not disturbing the mount of discarded leaves to observe the one visible pony amongst the thrush of deliberately placed softwoods.
>They appeared to be sniffing it, their armoured head low to the moist grime.
>Was this a thing for equines?
>As for the other two, you could not see much movement wise, perhaps they were remaining stationary until further orders from the visible hostile.
>Nonetheless your HUD did pick up vague signs of 'magic' in the area between you and the mass grave, namely, signals were hovering through the air in circular motions, becoming wider with each moderate rotation.
>Maybe the Greccion knew what was happening?

>With the snap of branches and sapling trees, the shiny Shield mare trudged around the circumference of the swamp, nostrils flaring hard to take in lingering scents.
[1d6+3] E.Perception
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[1d4] >Wind Direction
1=N
2=S
3=E
4=W

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Fri 23 Oct 2015 14:33:59 No.25189144 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25191665

>>25188967
>The landing was nothing short of a disaster.
>A spectacular disaster, and a fun disaster!
>Once I stop seeing doubles, I come to the conclusion that I landed on my back, and realise Cu'Nir's just landed next to me.
>That means-
>I pump my arms into the air, hands clenched into fists.
>I can only imagine how silly it looks.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apWQpI7rZHs
"I win!"
>I manage to say before succumbing to the overpowering laughter. After that fall, it kind of hurts to laugh, but I simply can't stop.

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ Fri 23 Oct 2015 14:58:36 No.25189387 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25192507

>>25188967
>The Clone takes note of the two traces of magic taking to the air.
>Force-Users always did seem to be more acrobatic.
>"Their height advantage and movement pattern will easily have us spotted if action isn't taken soon."
>It seems the enemy's trying to use smell to track them down. He hadn't expected that. After all, Droids only operate on sight and sound.
>"...Sound. There's an idea."
>He grabs a lone breaching charge from his pack and arms it as he quietly whispers to his partner, its small size making it easily concealed in his hand, even despite the bright red buttons.
"Sir, permission to expend a breaching charge to try something inventive?"
[1d6]<B. Engineering
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Fri 23 Oct 2015 16:08:41 No.25190204 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25193032 >>25222198

>Trapped Like A Rat: Brume Gale, Sparking Fleur & ?????????

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>>25176356
>Sighing in relief at being put down on the debris covered floor, freed from her intense bearhug, Brume tries to sit up as straight as she could, lame legs in perpetual threat of buckling.
"..What..re yo-"

>Heavy heave from you cutting the Pred-Elk off, the lever reluctantly lowered down with an intense *CU-CHUNK* vibrating from the heap of metal behind the protruding limb.
>You were right.
>And wrong.
>The floor did open wide.
>But nowhere near close to you, and not engulfing the whole room.
>Instead a bay around 15ft long and 10ft wide opened up, leaving enough space for anyone to traverse the whole interior safely.
>Now gaping wide, what dust was inside blew away as light from the outside night sky whirled in, filling the place with a fluctuating cold whistle.

>Over the sound of turbulent wind came the rustle of papers from the workbench, somehow surviving all this time.
>It also became apparent you could now see the place more clearly.

>>25187461
>You slip the key in, the ward protecting the door not activating this time.
>And.
>And!
>Nothing.
>You deadpan when you conclude a key for a cabinet door won't open an actual door.
>A reinforced one at that.

>The ceiling above you shudders, more cracks snaking along its surface, this time actual chunks fall from it rather than dirt.
>Whats worse, a repeating sound of metal on stone echoed from the fallen stairwell, each rhythm making the striking noise that octave closer.
>Hearing this too, Brume Gale stared in that direction with one half lidded eye, her body woozing from side to side.
"..I..think some...thing is..coming.."

[1d6+200] 589/1000

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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9

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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9 Fri 23 Oct 2015 17:00:01 No.25190878 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25212996 >>25213016

>>25188470
>Jeff swears into his mask as the heated light sears a portion of his covering, and making his armor quite toasty.
>Not exactly what he planned for.
>Fucking unicorns.
>Fucking magic!
>Sometimes he truly missed just putting two rounds into the chest of some poor dead slob and not worring about about shit like this.
>Neverless he locks the front door, hoping to at least slow down the two outside.
>The Ranger looks over at Risk's eyes, shifting his attention to the room. And then up the stairs.
>It's the only level where none of them were. He could bide some time up there.
>'I need you to keep track of their movements, in here. I will, as well.'

>Phasing back into the shadows, Jeff readies his Honeybadger and-
[1d6+8] <E.Auto-Stealth
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>No,screw that. He didn't slip all the way in here to keep hiding.
>*"Bell, I'm going stay in a defensive position on the bottom floor. There might be two Royal guards in the courtyard, when you arrive. There's more inside. I'm relatively certain I can handle myself, for now."*
>Hitching the pdw to his side, the Nightblade draws his Spelslinger in his left hand and the eldritch blade in his right.
>Looking down at the knife, he realizes its current form will do no justice.
>If he can't beat them all down, maybe he can scare the everliving hell out of them.
>He hopes...
>'Risk, I need you to transform. I have a weapon in my head. Not sure if you've ever seen or been one, but I need THAT.'
>Stopping at the foot of the staircase, Jeff readies himself and scans over the entirety of the bottom floor to track where the ponies are moving around.
>Like a statue, only his head on a swivel.
>And he needs to see where the Duchess could have possibly taken off to.
>If she runs into that room he couldn't see into, they may have a problem.
[1d6+10] <Void Sight
>And begins to devise a plan of action.
>'What to do, what to do...'
[1d6+1] <B.Meditate
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Fri 23 Oct 2015 18:03:26 No.25191665 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25197843

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir

>>25189144
>Enjoying herself too much to give a flying feather at your victory, Cu'Nir rather let her legs flop to her sides.

>After a solid minute of laughter, the both of you tried to stand up, finding your ribcages and stomachs hurt too much for that to happen.
"You vin..but only just..!"
>She wheezed between deep intakes of much needed air.

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Fri 23 Oct 2015 19:14:28 No.25192507 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25197524

>Order's Border: The Greccion

>>25189387
>Glancing at you then the Shield Mare speaking, the Greccion nodded hastily.
"Yes do it, I think they're about to hone in on us."
>As you gripped the breaching charge in your hand, a single *click* escaped from it.
>Uuuuh.....

PostingforOingo !aMPLsLkWVI

PostingforOingo !aMPLsLkWVI Fri 23 Oct 2015 20:06:39 No.25193032 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25222198 >>25225007

>>25190204
>the knight quickly rushes over to the papers
>he flicks his radio on
[Indurian] *" Sir Ivan, I doth request assistance; the key to our salvation must lie with these mysterious machines. Assist me in examining them for any kind of answer to our prayers... Over."*
>the knight reads over the papers as quickly as he could while walking about the room, looking at each little doodad on the walls
[1d6]> B. Perception
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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Fri 23 Oct 2015 20:17:08 No.25193191 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25194179 >>25201979

>Post #1/2: Shanis & Roust

>>25179425

"Heh, sure."
>Covered ears twitching merrily, Shanis swings her head to the size to gaze at you for a moment, eyes humorously rolling behind the diamond visor.
"Sorry, not in a position to do that, but if you really need to-"
>Wriggling her flanks side to side in a snakey motion, she snorts amusedly as Roust slows, tilting her head to the side and staring off into the distance.
"You can have mine for now, but your two minutes are long overdue.. hey, there's a storm front moving in, kinda slow, it's a while out."
>'I see the same. We need to move very quickly.'

>Senses broadening across the snow plain, deep imprints of ancient paths leading east towards the Empire City-State, south towards another location that you could not tell, and one northeast draws your eyes.
>Noting a slight, wide dip in the snow extending towards the mountains, fuzzy, ancient glimpses of Changelings and Crystal ponies walking, whistling, talking, and humming, Roust's attention is drawn towards the same.
>'..I remember this road, I travelled on it once.'

>>25183120

>Craning her head around Hollow and back at the sled, Shanis chuckles, patting Roust's neck with her wings.
"Nice longsled you've got there, Bren must've made it pretty recently. If you were alive it'd be pretty comfortable, but you'll get used to it. Still, they're meant for Crystal ponies to haul a month's worth of food, water, and supplies from conclave to conclave."

>As far as you could see, whether or not the snow was reflecting enough light for you to tell definitions, the entire region seemed to be a flat snow plain, and towards what had to be the north was a wide mountain range, spanning from horizon to horizon.
>Strangely, there was little sense of free energy here, making it seem as if this was a dead region.

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Fri 23 Oct 2015 20:19:57 No.25193237 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25201979

>Post #2/2: Shanis & Roust

>>25179425

>Taking note of Hollow's direction and delving into her memories, Roust drags a rope from off the front of the sled, wrapping it around her armored middle behind Hollow, tying a pair of tight loops on the end.
>Facing towards the indented snow path, the Vanguard takes a deep breath, then takes off once more, the Mercenary Queen draping her wings down.
"How far you think this place is Roust?"
>'I am not sure, but at least an hour or so. The Outposts were scattered in many places, and I was here only one time.. I am not sure exactly.'
"Well, don't slow down too much and get stuck, just keep a steady pace, breathe in and hold for two beats, let out and hold for one beat, that way you won't tire yourself."
>'Understood!'
[1d6+4] <E.Leadership: Movement
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Thrill--Collins !!/7XBlgSH75Y

Thrill--Collins !!/7XBlgSH75Y Fri 23 Oct 2015 20:22:38 No.25193271 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25214108

>>25178892

>Now was not a good time to ask about traitors.
>Or why exactly these ethereals and wardens were hanging round the spire.
>Protests. Bad blood. Lessons not learned from the liberation.
>Or maybe they just all wanted the princess' autograph, and were patiently queuing outside.
>Collins' head tilted down, just about able to make himself out in the reflection of the crystalline ground.
>Not good enough. Not good enough at all.
>He tried again, quietly humming an old empire tune. Thinking yourself invisible shouldn't be that hard, should it?

[1d6] >Basic Crystalline Focus

[1d6+4] >Expert Stealth
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>Cadence must spend a fortune from the empire's coffers in polish, the mercenary paused, standing himself back up and following Naliyna as she silently glided towards the southwest.
>There wasn't much else to do now but follow, creeping after the crystal mare, wary to keep a distance from the gathered crystal ponies and ethereals.

[1d6+3] >Expert Movement
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[1d6+3]

>After a moment, he spoke up to Naliyna, voice all hush and cautious.

"...Soooo...what exactly is the plan once we actually get inside?"

>He looked up once again at the towering spire, looming closer to them, searching for a way in.
>And prayed to whatever gods that watched over Tallus that Naliyna hadn't gone and brought a grappling hook to try and climb her way in.

[1d6+4] >Piercing Visor/Thermal

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Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0

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Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0 Fri 23 Oct 2015 21:47:31 No.25194179 Report Delete

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>>25193191
>The ears, they torture me with their wiggling
>And the flanks...they...oh
"Well...I won't say no. For science, yes?"
>"Yes...for science"
>Praising his good fortune, Hollow happily placed his hands on Shanis' flanks, giving them a good pat
>Yes...definitely for science
"Ah...mmhhghh!...Well, if that storm does find us, no worries, I picked up a translocation disc from the pagoda, so we can skedaddle if we have to."
>And now...It's time to zero in on these signals
>"Well Roust...let's keep that southern path in mind, but for now, the northeastern seems to be the one we want..."
>Focusing his mind on the whispers of the ancient ponies, and the path they walked towards the Outpost, (and his hands on the cutie marks) Hollow moves the tendrils of his mind outwards
[1d6+3] <Master E.o.H.: Psioniton Radar
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[1d6+2] <NVG
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Kraut Spacewizard !Krautc0lNU

Kraut Spacewizard !Krautc0lNU Fri 23 Oct 2015 22:18:52 No.25194561 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25212874

>Here we go again... same old shit again.
>Kraut's routine didn't really change much in the 7 months of not doing anything noticeable aside from learning how to spill just a little less spaghetti.
>Returning from one of his trips to the field to continue his practice in maneuvering the Wild Ride, Kraut waves to the guards as he returns the old wagon to the shop.
>Driving down the avenue.
>Kraut exits the wild ride and greets the two newer crafting-type poners, pausing briefly to decide whether or not he feels like working on any projects.
>Fuck this monotony, Kraut is through.
>After grabbing his gear and a translocation disc incase things go south, Kraut walks out the door and towards the messhall, hoping to find himself a specific pony.
>Kraut peeks his head in the door and spots the one pony who both likes him enough to go with him on a quest to alleviate boredom and doesn't actually do anything useful for the base.
"Ey Mothra! I'm going on a nice little adventure to not here, feel like changing things up and having a good reason to not do anything productive here?"
>Maybe a trip to the Vale would be interesting enough.

Anonymous

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Corsen !DAnGERhWoo

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo Sat 24 Oct 2015 00:30:32 No.25196097 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25208919

>Post #1/2

>>25180107

>Throwing the remainder of his surgical tools into the EMS bag, Corsen stares into the stained interior, then down at his palms, to the ruined body suit, and finally to the broken minded and shocked ponies surrounding him.
>'My former Champion would be heartbroken to see this wretched, blasphemous attack against such.. placid, benign, peaceful beings. Those bastards remind me of the faithless corpse worshippers, killing and claiming all for their own spiteful glory.'
>Bowing his head in silent contemplation, the Cultist clasps his hands together, drawing back from mnemonic teachings, prayers, and insight gleaned from years of serving the Undivided.
>Letting out a long, slow breath, the Death Cultist flicks his gaze across the silent, shellshocked ponies in remorse.
>'..how far from home am I that I will never be able to serve her words of wisdom rightfully?'
>Standing up and unzipping the top part of his external body suit, Corsen lets it drop to the floor, stepping away from it and lifting his hands upwards in supplication, turning to face the shellshocked ponies of his new household, forcing calm and solemnity into his voice.
"O, ye faithful, ye disheartened, ye of shocked will, hear my words of truth. Close thy burning eyes, open thy broken hearts, tear free the pains of your minds, remember with me:"
"Remember that which our Lady, OUR patron, demanded, worked, lost, and bled for us to have. Remember her voice, her inspiration, her quiet, let it unfold and grasp your thoughts,"
"Return to us-"
>'To this wretched fool-'
>Taking a deep breath, Corsen closes his eyes, lifting his hands further into the smoky air, demanding his own memory and inspiration to flow through his voice.
"Let not those cowards that have tormented you, us, our Lady, and me, let us not live in arrogant deceit, ye whom are faithful-"
[1d6] <B.Aspiring Leadership
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Corsen !DAnGERhWoo

Corsen !DAnGERhWoo Sat 24 Oct 2015 00:32:53 No.25196120 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25208919

>Post #2/2

>>25180801
>'Dark Gods, I am lost to you, but not this strange world. By whatever spark of generosity you would offer this unworthy supplicant, grant me a meager blessing to awaken them from their loss-'
"Come now ye devoted of Lady merry Duo Whell! Wake yourselves from your miseries, sufferings, and agonies! Rise from your false slumbers and grant to me your strengths, your boundless triumphs, and your power, for I have need of your services and you have need of mine!"

>Losing himself in the chaotic, rapturous sermon, Corsen finally blinks into focus at armored hooves clopping into the foyer.
>Letting his arms drop down to his sides, hands painfully spasming from being clenched, he gazes back and forth at the Honor Guards entering the mansion, allowing a feverish, angered expression to roll across his face.
>'Ponies. They are ponies, not hallucinations. They think. They feel. They act. They react, know, understand, and learn. I have dishonored them and in the process lied to myself..'

>Turning his head towards the Maidmare's hoofsteps walking down the stairs, Corsen bows his head slightly, focused anger written across his face as she shouts at him, offering no resistance to her crushing grip, his tone chagrined.
"Condescening, yes, smug, no. I have no excuse for my wrongful actions towards you, nor will I attempt to escape your personal, rightful punishment of me, regardless of when.. it.. occurs.."
>Trailing off at the medical pony's interruption, the Cultist meets her eyes for a moment.
>..not even Bloodfather Khorne could be as cold hearted and faithless as I have been towards them. What does that say about me?'
>Inclining his head shamefully, he presses a hand against the unicorn maid's hold, muttering in a distant, aggrieved tone.
"Royal Guards under the command of a viper-tongued pony struck this mansion, attacking, and slaughtering, many of Lady Merry's cohorts. We attempted to repel them, and we failed. She.. has been taken."

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PonyStrangler !!ME2GqQeITHg Sat 24 Oct 2015 01:22:00 No.25196579 Report Delete

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>Caliya

>>25183027

>Offering only an annoyed grunt in response, the feral earth pony leans away from the fountain, taking on a somewhat friendlier expression.
"Good to meet you Ivan. Have met some here, but try not to interrupt, history is.. not so good with humans."
>Eyes shifting to the side for a bit, his attention returns to you, eyes narrowed a fraction in focus, though there was something off about his mannerisms, tone, and physical movements that was concerning you, though you couldn't quite figure out what.
>Lifting his front shoulders in a small motion, he lets a small exhale out, eyebrows furrowing as his expression clouds.
"Would advise you to stay out of Everfree if at all possible, much worse than poison spined rabbits there. Wurms, wargs, basilisks, blowsnakes, vine-crawlers, drakes.. aggressive plant. Horrors sometimes. Some Eldritch, some not. None.. friendly-"
>Cutting himself off and staring forwards for a bit, Caliya's head shakes to clear his thoughts, then glances up at you with a small frown.
"If ever go into Everfree, tell somepony to go with, take no chances. Even I don't like hunting alone, too much danger."

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PonyStrangler !!ME2GqQeITHg Sat 24 Oct 2015 01:27:24 No.25196631 Report Delete

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>>25184356

>Returning to the workshop, this time without being accosted by somepony (or more foals), or even finding a human roaming about, Krinza had remained where he was, flipping through his journal.
>Looking over the edge and tilting his head up in thought at your question, the yellow and black unicorn frowns slightly, then states she she was in their shared room, inconspicuously labelled #8, at the same barracks you'd just come from.
>Waving you off, again, and then returning to the barracks, three knocks on the #8 door is given.
>After half a minute, the door opens, a large, albeit not fat, just well rounded, perpetually smiling bright yellow earth mare greets you, speaking in a pleasant young tone.
"Well, hello, you must be the new pony. Krinza told me you'd be coming by, figured you were wanting something done. I'm Lann of the Moors, so you might know me as a seamstress and dollmaker, but I'm currently Razorback's all around clothier and fitter."
>Giggling warmly at the small, dry pun, she steps out from the door and bends her head down, nose pausing half a foot from yours, ears wiggling about in a welcoming manner.
"So, what can I do for you?"

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PonyStrangler !!ME2GqQeITHg Sat 24 Oct 2015 01:42:59 No.25196751 Report Delete

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>Baroness Celery Souffle

>>25185029

>Lifting her head up and staring into your eyes, Nibbles makes a traditional, small cat huff, tail flicking back and forth in agitation, the noblemare grimacing silently for several moments before answering.
"While I suppose that may be true on the second part, it is no secret that the Lunar nobles were violently cast out from their residences.. and perhaps it is a bit wrong of me to expect what we do not directly have a hoof in anymore."
>Dragging herself off the chair, rear hooves landing with two soft, muffled thumps, Celery Souffle eyes you with an equally baffled expression, then turns her head towards the door and coughing in a discomforted manner.
"I.. rather, some of us, have heard rumors of human capacities for lust and.. possible promiscuity. Your overly constant use and wear of such militarized clothing is what I am referring to, to be precise."
>Returning her gaze to you, the Baroness shifts from side to side uneasily, visibly trying to decide whether or not she should leave.
"Well, tales have been regaled of a particular mare from the Three Corners bar, one that claimed to have been 'used' for upwards of two hours one night, thus you can understand why I asked that question of you."
>Still staring, although now a bit bored looking, the Nebelong Moor cat's nose twitches several times, finally eliciting a quiet, agreeing meow.
>Making a simple roll of her eyes, seemingly in contemplation, the royal purple unicorn shakes her head, turning towards the door.
"Yes.. but I cannot allow you to enter the mansion proper without agreement from the rest of the Court, thus you may leave and return with him if you wish. I have an overwhelming urge for a calming drink, so simply call for me to return and I shall."
>Lazily sliding to the door and tapping it open, Celery walks out, glancing back in with a strange look, then quietly closes it after her.

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 24 Oct 2015 01:46:31 No.25196780 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25202982

>>25168992

>A duo of hushed giggles followed Lont as he walked away from the trio of Lorekeepers, their bashful noises ceasing when the amused whisper of Amerose cut them off.
>He did not know what she said, but he could wager the mare knew the other two Keepers well enough to have plenty of ammo to use against them when she found herself subject to something worth snickering about.
>"Oh, I'm in there. Possibly."
>Tapping the runes for the Fortress, he gave a look over towards the many buildings within the Enclave as the Remnant opened its maw.
>Sniffing dispassionately, he returned his focus on the portal and entered.

>Out in the Pagoda Lont took in a nice deep breath of crisp midnight air before setting south for the Library at a steady jog.
>No time for leisurely walks, he needed to know how to speak and read Imperial Crystal pony and get into the Empire.
>He wanted to get started, dammit.
[1d6+1] E.Movement
[1d6+1]
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>>25183027
>>25196579
>Passing the usual ponies walking or flying around amongst other night faring Operators, Lont gave them all a nod and a 'hi' as he past them.
>Upon reaching the fountain, he saw Caliya and a new face.
>"New guy, wonder if he is the only one or there are more that arrived?"
"Sup Caliya and hey there newbie, welcome to Razorback!"
>He shouted back as he ran past the two.

>Stopping with a huff as he stood in front the Library, he straightened himself up before entering.
"No person or pony in sight? That's rare."
>Usually Dancing Eyes would be in here with Roust and Malyne AT LEAST.
>But they were all gone too.
>"What the fuck is going on? Denra, Mist Dancer, Hodch, Roust, Malyne and Dancing Eyes are nowhere to be seen. And why does it smell like berries in here?"
>The prickling smell of berries was okay, it smelt nice. Reminded him of how he hasn't drank wine in years.

>Finding the books on Crystal pony languages, specifically Imperial, he sat down and began to read as he prepared a flask of tea.
[1d6+8] >Research

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Clemency !f/LjycW0U2 Sat 24 Oct 2015 02:33:02 No.25197200 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25211587 >>25230097 >>25230126

>>25196751
"Oh right, the clothing thing..."
>Maybe try to lighten the mood?
>Could help
>Or balls it up
>Or just for fun
>Clem puts on a grin and starts to unzip and zip his suit, not going lower than the middle of his chest
>He also puts a sarcastic tone to his voice
"Like this turns on ponies...."
>Ok back to serious
"I'm kidding. I'm used to ponies being used to us wearing clothing. The Three Corners Bar? That sounds really familiar. I think I've been there...."
>Clem keeps a straight face
"Now that you mention it, I think I know that mare. And a friend of mine too."
>Probably should stop now
>Clem nods in acknowledgement
"I understand. It'll be a short while."
>When she leaves, and know whens she's out of earshot, Clem mumbles to himself as he pulls out his flask
"I need one too. Watch out Nibbles."
>After a short sip, he puts the flask away and goes to touch Nibble's moon orb to contact Hodch
"Hodch. You available? You know a Celery Souffle right? Well, I'm speaking to her about this request Keldon put in for us. Speaking of which, I should probably tell you about it. They're moving into Manehatten and they contacted the Star Court for their supplies since Lucky is gone. And since we are at a...disconnect, I need your help in this dealing."

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Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9 Sat 24 Oct 2015 03:05:14 No.25197435 Report Delete

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>>25183815

>Pareidolia turns his head, as Barlen begins shouting
>Realizing he was between them, he discreetly starts to shuffle away until Barlen slams his hooves down on the floor

>!
>Consumed by battle lust
>Move!

>As quickly as he can, he attempts to run and dive out of the way, keeping himself as low to the floor as possible while seeking gaps between the herd of rams to slip through

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RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ Sat 24 Oct 2015 03:18:04 No.25197524 Report Delete

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>>25192507
>They might've heard that, but if they're smart, they'll worry more about incoming attack. Or, at least, the idea of incoming attack.
>The thought crosses his mind that the charge may be damaged as well, quickly adjusting his plan to account for that possibility.
>With the charge armed and ready, a final press of the buttons starts the short timer.
>Quickly, he throws it in a low arc, not high enough for the airborne enemies to pick up on it, aiming for it to land near the visible hostile, enough to make enough noise from landing alone to attract their attention in case it doesn't go off.
[1d6]<B. Melee
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Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Sat 24 Oct 2015 03:57:55 No.25197843 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25198763

>>25191665
>At long last, the laughter finally starts to die down. It takes a while, but my lungs eventually stop aching enough for me to sit up.
>Moments like these are too few and far between.
>Yes, it's far from responsible to forget how bad things are, but sometimes a bout of stupid fun is just what someone needs. It's not often one gets to take their mind off of such horrid business.
>...
>...Maybe...

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Sunny !FlareDy136 Sat 24 Oct 2015 04:33:39 No.25198097 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25230498

>>25196631

>That pun hurt.
>Sunny opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out as she hadn't yet figured out what she wanted to say, exactly.
"Uh. Clothes, warm ones, I think. I was told to come see you."
>The white coated Pegasus spoke more to herself than to the mare literally right in front of her before regaining focus.
"I was... Told to come see you... About clothing... For winter? For winter."
>She paused a moment, lost for words and taken by surprise by Lann's friendliness before managing to recover her senses.
"Yes, that's right, winter clothing. Apparently it's going to get pretty cold within the next couple of weeks if what I've heard is true. I wasn't sure whether I had to pay direct or if the amount would be deducted from my wage..."
>Sunny trailed off, her eye going distant as her thoughts ran away with her, focusing back on Lann after a short moment.
"If you're not busy at the moment, that is. I could always just go rolling around in heatstones."
>Taking a moment to mentally reprimand herself for being a stupid, socially awkward pony, the Pegasus leaned back slightly from the all too close earth mare.
>But not too far, she didn't want to be rude. She couldn't prevent her ears from flopping backwards before snapping them back to their forward position.

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 24 Oct 2015 07:50:41 No.25198763 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25198913

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir

>>25197843
>Booping your cheek with her beak, Cu'Nir fills your ears with affectionate purrs as she laid on her side next to you.
"As much as I hate to break up this nice little time ve have, ve still have a job to do."
>"Don't know vhat that entails, buuut it can't be simple."

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Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Sat 24 Oct 2015 08:26:58 No.25198913 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25199507

>>25198763
>And with the end of the laughter comes the reminder that unpleasant reality still demands attention.
"Yeah...we're going to need plenty of backup. But I have an idea how we can try and combat the doppelgangers, though."
>And absolutely no idea how to work around the walls changing.
>All on the hope that they're still in there. At the very least, to make sure they're dead, or else we would be wracked with worry that they could have still been alive while we sat around and thought them lost.
>And what of their bodies? It would be wrong to simply leave them to rot somewhere so old and forgotten...and what if they had families, would a proper burial not be the right thing to do?
>It sounds incredibly bleak when I really think about it.
>But from past experience, whatever made these places didn't seem to care much about making sense. Maybe, just maybe, that lack of sense gives us a chance.

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 24 Oct 2015 10:32:37 No.25199507 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25199682

>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir

>>25198913
>Offering a claw, the Huntsmaster pulls you up off the ground as she backed off to give you space.
"I don't vant to risk more lives. As for those things, maybe staying together vith less Gryphons vould solve that problem. Question is, -vhat-?"
>Unfurling a steel wing, Cu'Nir began to delicately brush off clinging dirt off your red Brigandine suit, careful to not cut into you with razor sharp feathers.
"Vhat are ve supposed to do here, Simon? Are ve to just find the Shadow Vings or are ve going to take control of the whole Dig until Blackbeak recovers?"
>Glancing upwards, she watched in scrutiny as a light coloured tail disappears into the interior of the level the Enforcer slept.
>"The Healer Simon talked too before, she better know vhat she's doing."

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Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Sat 24 Oct 2015 10:56:37 No.25199682 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25204743

>>25199507
"I'm with you there, but it's not going to be safe without a little extra manpower. I don't want to risk it after...last time."
>A small group should be enough to give a comfortable balance between size and safety.
>Plus, with a smaller size, we may be able to get in and out faster.
>Good.
>I want to spend as little time in there as possible.
"Challenges and countersigns. It's a system of using pre-determined codewords to identify if someone's allied. Once the challenge has been given, if the other person responds with the correct countersign, that proves they're a friendly. If not, well, what happens afterwards is fairly obvious."
>Of course, if we find a doppelganger of a Shadow Wing, we'll have no way to tell but to keep our eyes (and our weapons) trained on them.
"I just don't know. I guess it'd be better for him if we take over for the time being, but then I'm worried that he'll expect it to last and won't be able to take back command. And that's if we can keep things running in the first place."
>I'm getting a newfound respect for the guys in charge...well, save for -that- one.
"I'm not cut out for planning ahead, or managing big things like this. After all, I was a footsoldier, not a general. I got given a job, and I did it. I guess the best that I can safely do is work towards one objective at a time, and right now, it's finding the Shadow Wings. Regardless of their status, we don't leave people MIA."

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secret niggers

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FuocoScheletro !!+25lmJC9Bo6 Sat 24 Oct 2015 12:35:58 No.25201979 Report Delete

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>>25193191
>>25193237
"So, what exactly are these ruins we're seeking out?"
"Be it a castle? Laboratory? Library? What?"
>Another question came to mind
>Or as much of a mind as a skeleton could have
>What exactly happened to make this region so dead?
>There doesn't seem to be much in the way of wildlife
>And since we're looking for some ruins there was at least life at one time
"So, is it cold here? Just curious. I am unable to tell, for obvious reasons."

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 24 Oct 2015 13:44:21 No.25202982 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25206937

>>25196780

>With a flask of tea made, Lont put the books down and decided to empty place the letters onto the table along with the parcel'd Wingblades.
>All of this stuff reminded him of past jobs, and to him honestly made the atmosphere more comfy.
"Right, back to studying."
9/50
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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sat 24 Oct 2015 14:53:29 No.25203813 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25209190

>>25186445

>Standing in front the booth closest to the bar, expecting to see.. something entirely different, you realize that the quartet of batponies staring back at you with tired expressions definitely weren't what you wanted.
>Correcting course and walking to the bar proper, the bright red batpony mare turns her head towards you, dusky copper diamond eyes blinking slowly.
>Gazing you up and down, Dust Rune nods, speaking in a cheery, slightly older voice.
"You found her all right, but-"
>Lifting her left wing in an amused shrug, Dust Rune's claws, virtually the same thickness and length as Torven's, flick open and splay out with a dry chuckle.
"It all depends on who's done the talking. If they're from around here then you can trust it, if not, well, they're probably lying."
>One eyebrow raising, the other lowering, bending forwards to sniff the tabs, sitting back and picking them up between her claws for a closer examination.
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"Eh.. why not, only get to live once after all."
>Reaching for a small orange bottle, Dust tosses a short drink back, folding her left set of claws together, placing them between her lips.
>Placing the bottle down and folding both sets of wingclaws, the red mare turns the stool towards you with a welcoming smile.
"So, you here for training, need something from the swamps identified, a revised map, or what?"

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 24 Oct 2015 15:59:45 No.25204743 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25205251 >>25206202

>>25197524
>Order's Border: The Greccion

>With as much precision your predicament could procure pertaining your plans procedure, the Breach grenade flies in a steady arc towards the encroaching Shield Mare with not enough speed you had hoped on achieving.
>Glimpsing a shimmer from a large Oak tree several metres in front of her, the Order Shield Mare was about to bark out a command when the *WHISH* of something flew past her.
>Not risking it, the armoured mare full body turned to investigate the new noise, not before making a brief bellowing order in that unknown language again.
[1d6+3] E.Perception
[1d6+3]
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>At the end of which, a single sudden trail of kicking up leaves makes a B-line for the Oak Tree you and your leader hid behind.
[1d6+2] E.Movement
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[1d6+2] E.Perception
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[1d4] >Wind Direction
1=N
2=S
3=E
4=W

>The Greccion silently cursed to himself, unable to do anything as he was caught between a rock and a hard place.

>>25199682
>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir

"There von't be another 'last time' Simon, I vill make sure of it."
>"Even if it means tying him to my back!"
>Tapping her claws as she listened, the large armoured Gryphoness agreed with a simple nod.
"Vise, now ve should pick whom ve vill take vith us, if any at all."
>Glancing between you and the tower beside the two of you, she could not help but sigh through her nares as her tail wiggled in trepidation.
"Ve vill have to cross that bridge vhen the time comes, perhaps beat it into him. He is a natural subordinate, maybe showing dominance vill put him right?"
>Wing retracting from cleaning you in abject disgust, not at you, but the word, Cu'Nir shook her beaked head with a cold smile.
"You are not a 'soldier', and vhen ve are officially together I vill make sure you never say such horrid things about yourself~ As for command, you are once again lucky to have me around, for I am Hunts-master- after all!"
>She said as her crest filled with pride.

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RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ Sat 24 Oct 2015 16:40:50 No.25205251 Report Delete

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>>25204743
>That sort of worked.
>One of the enemies is distracted, which leaves the other two.
>In the event that the charge doesn't detonate, he still has some more EC grenades. Stunning the other two and making a run for it would be a very risky maneuver, but there isn't much else he thinks of.
>Their combat capability is yet to be determined, and his barely-functional vibroblades are unlikely to be of use in their current state.
>He checks his wrist.
>Make that one barely-functional vibroblade and one useless, bent vibroblade.
>The Greccion's ability is unknown, too, which makes any attempt at quiet elimination entirely inadvisable.
>He retrieves an EC grenade from his pack and sets it to Stun, realising he doesn't have the option of dropping it at his feet this time, or else he'd stun his partner, as well.
>That left having to hold onto it and keeping it in close proximity to the targets when they get close.
>"The payoff REALLY better be worth it."

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Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Sat 24 Oct 2015 17:47:57 No.25206202 Report Delete

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>>25204743
"I know. I just don't want to take any chances."
>As if I needed any more painful reminders of how quickly life can end.
"We'll need a fair few people - if the Shadow Wings are unconscious or too injured, they'll need to be carried out, unless you've got some of those soap cubes-"
>"Which would be really lovely because I do not want to trek all the way back out with extra weight."
"-or if they're KIA, the least we can do is recover the bodies."
>It's both worrying and comforting that Cu'Nir takes the same kind of approach to it that I do. When we're both focusing on one detail instead of the bigger picture, I don't know if things will work out, but at least we're both focusing on it together. Two heads are better than one, after all.
"I'm not -any more-. I know how you gryphons see that title, but it's still experience and training that will stay with me. To you, it's something shameful, but a lot of people on Earth saw it as a mark of bravery, showing that you were willing to put your life on the line to defend your country."
>"Or that you were a puppet of whatever mong got himself into Number 10.
"I wasn't one of them, but to be part of the 141 was an honour because it meant being entrusted with some of the most crucial of tasks for the wellbeing of the world. I can understand "soldier" meaning different things to different people, but my perception of it isn't likely to change. I'm not one any more, but it's still a big part of my past, and as nice as it would be to completely forget everything that happened before I ended up here, that's not the right thing to do. It's no good to let the past weigh oneself down, but to not recognise how it brought you to where you are is just as bad. Thankfully, I had a bit of help with the first part, eh?"

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 24 Oct 2015 18:38:34 No.25206937 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25209918

>>25202982
>As he read away page after page on the linguistics of Crystal Imperial dialect, he sipped away at random intervals.
>With nothing else on his mind Lont's conscious wondered over to the flask that was grasped within his hand.
>How did he do it. How did it happen?
>It was something he never really thought about, but once he latched onto the question he could not shake it.
>The tea itself was fine, a never ending supply of Ferrundus brands thanks to the Green Mans' resupplying and Tallus' brands being circulated out of Tipsy made sure of that.
>The readily available hot water was a bit of a mystery along with the milk, all he could remember was that one day the two elements just appeared.
>As soon as he plopped the teabag into the flask the two liquids poured out of thin air inside the container, both mixing into a perfect blend each time.
>Hell, the teabag itself disappears under the solid coloured surface of the drink!

>Cadence, it had to be Cadences' hoofwork.
>...
>Ohoho~ understanding the implied lewdness of this revelation was enough to make his pants uncomfortably tight.
"Raunchy AND practical-"
>He said as he took a deeply slow, liberal gulp from the luscious concoction.
"-Love it~"

19/50
[1d6+8] >Research

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 24 Oct 2015 20:54:46 No.25208919 Report Delete

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>Canterlot, Duo Whell Estate

>>25196097
>>25196120
>At the sound of your external suit being unzipped and subsequently dropping to the floor with all its unsupported weight, what ponies could focus on you did, their perception still shaken but did their damnedest to listen.
>as you preached on, sagged disheartened ears rose higher to attention, the general crestfallen mood steadily being converted into aspiration.
>And with an underlying layer of newfound contempt, it smoldering away, shackled back by current inflicted wounds.

>Fuming at your complacency, sparks erupt from the Maidmare as she waggles you in the air like some sort of ragdoll toy.
"Why I outta- grrrGAH!"
>Releasing you from her telekinetic grasp, the orange Unicorn stamping her front hooves in frustration onto the marble, fixating on her own reflection.
>Staring at the relatively unharmed Lead Maid having a temper tantrum as you detailed what had went down, the Honour Guard Doctor gave you an uneasy grimace at hearing the tail-end of your report.
"Captured? Noblemare Lady Merry Duo Whell was taken away by Royal Guards?"
>Her voice was not incredulous, but rather puzzled.
"Can you give us any details on this 'viper-tongued' pony you speak of? Any defining features of the attacking groups' forces?"
>Harshly rubbing her large bright misting eyes with a knee, the Maidmare gestured towards the single dead Royal splayed on the Foyers' floor, they left untouched by anypony for the whole time.
"W-we were able to k-kill one of them, but the rest took that ponies armour and weapon."
>Compelled to give the dressed cleaner mare a reassuring hug, the Honour Doctor hesitantly stepped forward, locking her bare neck against the Maids as she analyzed the cold corpse from afar.
>"This poor mare."

>From where you stood it appeared that Duo's ponies were going to be alright, although with severely low morale.
>What was worse, the Estate has been compromised with guard towers left as nothing more but charred pyres.

Emily Dean !!s8L8RXH+lal

Emily Dean !!s8L8RXH+lal Sat 24 Oct 2015 21:13:40 No.25209190 Report Delete

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>>25203813
>Excellent, phase one has been completed.
"Actually, I was planning on getting home."
>I place a hand on her hoof.
>The lewdest of acts.
"You wouldn't happen to know how to get back, would you? It's an area called the pagoda. If you helped me, I'd be ever so happy to...repay you..."
>A single hand is placed on Dust's stomach.
>The drugs should be kicking in any minute now.
>In probability, there is absolutely nothing that could go wrong.
>So everything is most likely going to go wrong.
>Ah well, at least I'm getting bat pussy.

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 24 Oct 2015 22:22:17 No.25209918 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25215073

>>25206937
>He rubbed his temple, the libraries latent magic was fucking working for sure.
>"Just like last time, except take some breaks. Don't want to go to the Empire with a damn migraine."
>Placing the book down so he could use both hands to massage his cranium, it gave him time to think.
>As much as he liked the theory it was Cadence refilling his flask, it didn't -quite- add up.
>That and there being a major fault in it. Since she is currently up to her eyeballs healing how many ponies right now there was no time for such antics to occur.
>And with Nal on the way which he had stupidly forewarned, the princess of Rebirth's least of her worries would be her teats.
"Yeeeeah, no. This was a dumb idea, that was a dumb thought, and I need to stop thinking of such nonsense."
>With that he returned to the books, adamant to get his mind out of the gutter.

33/50
[1d6+8] >Research

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sat 24 Oct 2015 23:14:39 No.25210649 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25213867 >>25214232

>>25205251
>Order's Border: The Greccion

>Staring at the Breach grenade through her helmets' visor in confusion as to what she was looking at, the Shield Mare was not prepared for the small object to explode into a concussive blast which knocked her off her hooves. However thick polished armour protected her from any damage, although unable to protect its own the shiny metal hide from being ruined.

>The trail of leaves skid to a halt, a definitive outline of the enemy coming into view as a result.
>It was one of the Unicorns alright.
>And hovering around them were a dozen of 2ft long blades lazily orbiting the pony, all pointing and spinning in their own axis's.
>Those must be the "Manipulator" Sets your leader warned about.

>Armoured neck craned to gaze back at the Shield Mare, the Unicorn' voiced their concern in that alien tongue, the tone leaving you to speculate worry on their part.
>Tapping your side, the Greccion indicated for you to follow him, the distraction giving him an escape route.
>Crawling along his belly, the albino catbird moving as fast, as cautious and as stealthy as possible due south towards the tower.
[1d6+3] B.Perception
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3] >R.E

[1d6+4] E.Stealth
[1d6+4]
[1d6+4]

[1d6+2] B.Movement
[1d6+2]

>>25206202
>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir

>Wings returned to her sides tightly, the Huntsmaster rifled through her pouches and satchels, a single feline ears staying affixed to you.
"Neither do I, the last thing ve need is to be taking unnecessary risks. But if ve go in vith too few a number it vill be just as problematic. As for Soap Cubes, I have a few on claw, though it vould not hurt to stock up on some more."
>Taking out a Combustion Cube to examine its finely sculpted surface, she at first did not comment on the prospect of them being killed in action.
"...So too the title of Varrior, and as for the chance of bodies; ve vill try our hardest to bring them back."
"The past is vhat molds us Simon, even painful ones."

Clemency !f/LjycW0U2

Clemency !f/LjycW0U2 Sun 25 Oct 2015 00:39:39 No.25211587 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25230097 >>25230126

>>25197200
>After his debriefing, Clem looks around the room some more in detail
[1d6]< Expert Scouting
[1d6]
[1d6]
>He then sits back and lets the alcohol calm him down from the gauntlet he went through
"Such a negotiator..."

Anonymous

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Anonymous Sun 25 Oct 2015 02:15:01 No.25212824 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25212996 >>25213016

Mothra !vz4wmlERis

Mothra !vz4wmlERis Sun 25 Oct 2015 02:18:46 No.25212874 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25228020

>>25194561
>Munch munch.
>The last seven months or so were kinda boring, really.
>All I usually did was hang out with Kraut, or poke around the clinic.
>Hanging out with Kraut was nice, though. He let me ride in that machine of his some more!
>As I ate my cloth, I looked up as the door opened.
>Oh? He wants to go somewhere!
>I thought about it for a moment, before grinning.
"Sure! It's been getting boring around here anyway."
>"And I don't think Tipper likes me all that much... is it the dust?"
>Finishing quickly, I get up and flutter over to him.
"Where're we off to?"

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sun 25 Oct 2015 02:30:24 No.25212996 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25215574

>Post #1/2: Belltower: UPCA, The Duchess Deal

>>25190878
>>25212824

>Flickering in your visual radius, half of Risk's eyes are overtaken by spots of static swallowing them from reality, the tainted green eye sluggishly opening, swiveling about to the north, then south.
>'Their leader will be problematic, contrivances shield her.'
>'The psion is young, and her tender is hardened.'
>'They will not be easy to conquer.'
>'Rest of the three earth ponies are similar in power.'
>'This will not be easy.'

>"I can kinda see from here, place IS pretty small.. tall unicorn and some other pony at the front door has to be them, I'll see what we can do to draw them off, little bugger's heavier than Malyne and not as aerodynamic-"
[1d6+6] <Eee~.Batpacking-In-Flight
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[1d6+6]
[1d6+6] <E.Scouting
[1d6+6]
[1d6+6]

>'Your request is difficult to accomplish, but I shall try.'
>Red and black Eldritch metal dissolving in successive stages, the hilt flows into a similarly styled handle, blade jerkily forming a half-bearded head on the front, a cruelly sharp spike on the rear, coalescing until recreating the tomahawk as close as possible.
>'There.'
>'..I have weakened in this state.'
[1d6] <Weapon Shift: Decay
>Risk: Stagnation effect, all main abilities reduced!

>Passing from the northwest room closer towards you, then rapidly trotting to the northeast door, the pony you take to be the Duchess halts, apparently conferring with a slim earth pony, one radiating a refined psionic cast to her.
>Cloudy energies spreading across the north section of the mansion, the pair exit the room, passing by the nullifying vault and disappearing from sight.
[1d6+7] <M.Psion: Threshhold
[1d6+7]
[1d6+7]
[1d6+7]

[1d6] <Defensive Countermeasures
[1d6] <Defensive Countermeasures

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sun 25 Oct 2015 02:32:16 No.25213016 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25215574

>Post #2/2: Belltower: UPCA, The Duchess Deal

>>25190878
>>25212824

>Considering how quickly the Duchess and her Guards were still mobilizing themselves, it occurred to you that the old reports of the Royal Guard, and by extension the royalty, had long since ceased being lazy, inefficient, and careless.
>Judging by their response times it also seemed that their level of readiness and proactive capabilities had been greatly improved, whether due to their friends in the Councilierge or simply greater awareness of their own fragility wasn't quite apparent.

"Is the front door supposed to be closed?"
"...no. And it's locked. You have a key?"
"No, I do no-"
"Blow it open."
"But that wi-"
"I SAID, use your sun damned horn, and blow it open before I shove both of my hooves so far down your throat you'll WISH they were cocks!"
"...fine, but you pay for it this time."
[1d6+3] <E.Leadership: Casting
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3]

[1d6+8] <M.Casting: Forceburst
[1d6+8]
[1d6+8]
[1d6+8]

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ Sun 25 Oct 2015 03:59:31 No.25213867 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25218289

>>25210649
>The Commando cracked a wide, although unseeable grin as the sound of the explosion graced his ears.
>He doesn't spend long looking at the enemy, and so fails to see the strange thing protruding from the outline of its head.
>The weapons, however, he took full notice of. Another reminder that, although distracted, it's still a Force-User and still a force to be reckoned with.
>However, the other one wasn't with it. He assumes it's still in the air, but would also likely be paying attention to the explosion.
>Responding to his leader with a short nod, he too gets down and crawls away, trying to use foliage for camouflage.
[1d6]<U. Stealth
[1d6]<U. Movement

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Sun 25 Oct 2015 04:35:01 No.25214108 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25227413

>Remostrine Naliyna

>>25193271

>Drawing back from memory and recalling one of the more upbeat songs Quell seemed to favor whistling, the cheerful melody greatly relieves the senses of stress you'd been accumulating oh so very recently.
>Harmonized with the Empire's quiet mood, Naliyna's ears swivel backwards towards you, slowing down as she notes the shift in tone, swinging her head back to you with a merry, almost careless smile.
"Find Cadence, tell her to stop whatever she's doing for two minutes, hoof over the Northern Star, and then ask her nicely if she wouldn't mind having some fillies and a colt around."
>Blankly staring at you speed-jogging along with her, the brightly shimmering fuchsia mare huffs angrily, swinging her head around to the other side.
"Oh for- one second!"
>Nosing open the saddlepack's flap, a small white packet is pulled free, the flap then pushed closed, Naliyna whistling to slice the paper open, pausing in stride for you to catch up.
>Tossing the very familiar sparkling powder powder to cling across your legs, lifting you a foot off the gleaming street, Naliyna makes an exaggerated roll of her eyes.
"There you go, can't believe I forgot that again."

>Taking in the Spire's height for the next minute while skirting towards the massive southwest strut support, you notice that the exterior had a single wide flight of stairs leading upwards.
>Reaching the support after a couple minutes, Naliyna continues north, then loops around into the glossy interior, skating towards a pair of a tiny, mostly camouflaged alcove.
>Sliding to a spinning halt before a pair of concealed Wardens the scarred Crystal mare eyes each one, both mares returning her inquisitive look with barely appreciable boredom.
>Shoulders lifting from one, the two of you are waved into the alcove, a small translocation circle cleverly embedded inside, though Naliyna frowns at the ease of access.
"Must not care too much right now.. or something."

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Sun 25 Oct 2015 04:51:44 No.25214232 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25218289

>>25210649
"Maybe two or three others, I think. Razeek and I were relatively fine until we...found -that-."
>That reminds me that I ought to check on those soap cubes Ri'Vahz mentioned before.
"At least, a few golden ones so we can get out quickly. Some of the trackers would come in handy, too."
>As I mention the second type, a thought comes to mind.
"Actually, definitely get your claws on some of those, we might be able to use them to tell the difference between a real Shadow Wing and a doppelganger."

"Exactly. If anything had happened differently, there's no telling just how radically different thing would have played out. If Sparks and Washington hadn't killed my family, I wouldn't have set out to get revenge on Robas, Shepherd wouldn't have taken me into the 141, and, among other things, I'd never have ended up here. Sometimes painful things pave the way for payback."

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 25 Oct 2015 07:43:41 No.25215073 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25215081 >>25216450

>>25209918
>Turning his head to the stairs, he wondered if he should experiment with alchemy to pass the time.

47/33
[1d6+8] >Research

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 25 Oct 2015 07:44:42 No.25215081 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25216450

>>25215073
*47/50

Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9

Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9 Sun 25 Oct 2015 09:12:52 No.25215574 Report Delete

Quoted By:

>>25212996
>>25213016
>Listening to the eldritch being list off their soon-to-be guests to the foyer.
>Actually, that wasn't true; as he was the guest. An uninvited one.
>He makes them out to be rather difficult.
>Take out the psion as quick as possible, and that unicorn if it comes through.
>He should be able to stun an area, and the dispersion crystal should help in groups.
>'Nothing is ever 'easy', Risk. Just varying degrees of suck.'

>*"There's a pegasus, outside, as well. Do what you can. If not, I already have a plan brewing for them."*
>That staircase might come in handy...

>Looking down at the red and black metal knife, Jeff watches in curiosity as the blade reshapes and molds itself into a tomahawk.
>It wasn't... perfect, but it was close.
>But his irritation only increased at worse news.
>He's weakened...
>'Yeah. We're going to have to work on that.'
>Deciding Risk will have to be a backup, Jeff sticks the eldritch tomahawk on his side and out of the way for now.
>'Just keep tracking the ponies I can't see.'

>He idly observes the Duchess meet up with the psion, and they both disappear near the vault.
>Great...
>These guys have really stepped their game up.
>Maybe he should have rethinked this whole-
>The Royal guards, outside, catch Jeff's attention. And in the worst way.
>They realized the door was locked, and the pegasus rudely orders the unicorn to blow it open.
>...wait.
>They're going to breach the door.
>With him right in front of it!
>'Ohhhh, fuck me.'
>He can already hear that unicorn charging up a spell.
>No time, he has to get out of the way of the blast.
>And if he's learned one place you're always the safest from breaching a door-
>Is next to the wall it's attached to!
>Jeff bolts for the left side of the front doors and immediately plants his feet against the wall, scaling up and above as quickly as he can push himself to a safe distance from the anticipated blast.
[1d6+10] <Perfect Grip
[1d6+8] <Second Rush: Speed
[1d6+8]
[1d6+8]

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 25 Oct 2015 11:22:03 No.25216450 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25217258

>>25215073
>>25215081
[Crystal Imperial] "Hallo- how is fine, day good?"
>Pursing his lips with brow furrowed, Lont was perplexed by what spewed out of his mouth.
"That was..better than expected."
>Checking the book, he read over the page so to refine that sentence some more.

47/50
[1d6+8] >Research

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 25 Oct 2015 12:52:25 No.25217258 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25220082

>>25216450
[Crystal Imperial] "Hello, it is a nice day."
>Slamming the book shut in triumph, Lont shot up and thrusted his arms into the air victoriously.
"YES!"
>"Now I can nurse this headache now."
>Placing the tome onto the table before stepping away, he splayed down onto the stairs leading up to the second floor.
>He needed to stretch out after sitting in the same position as the Library magically crammed knowledge into his brain, sure the seats were comfy, but locked in the same place for too long without much movement was bad for your body.
"I think I'll mess around some more with Alchemy.."
>"Wonder if I can make another warcrime?"

59/50
LEARNED: BASIC CRYSTAL IMPERIAL!

Spruce !L2oA4Z8m5o

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Spruce !L2oA4Z8m5o Sun 25 Oct 2015 13:01:06 No.25217339 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25217408 >>25218289

>Spruce checked his watch
>It was 10:27 in Norway
>He had been sitting there for the greater part of the last hour, after having helped place C4 on a bridge and IED's hidden on the edge of the road
>A soviet recon jeep had rolled in and reported the way was clear before it moved on ahead, and the driver got hit by a sniper and sent the rest of them off a cliff
>But that was all the excitement they had so far
>The sound of engines in the distance sent a few shivers of excitement through the squad
>He raised his launcher and got down, like the rest of his squad
>Finally, the first T-72's rolled into view
>Only 3 of them, followed by some BTR-80's and finally the supply trucks
>The first T-72 crossed the bridge and then all hell broke loose
>The C4 charges under the bridge went off and sent the bridge crumbling down a cliff with 2 T-72's and one of the BTR-80's
>He fired his launcher into one of the supply trucks, causing a massive explosion that sent part of the road crumbling with a few of the other supply trucks, sending them rolling down into a icy river
>The other members of his squad hit the remaining BTR's and quickly turned them into fireballs, but not before a few of the soldiers inside managed to get out
>The first T-72 had got hit by a rocket in the engine, causing a spectacular explosion
>The rest of the IED's went off and obliterated anything and anyone left
>The squad leader yelled to retreat and they did, the entire squad standing up and quickly booking it back to the helicopter as a few BMP's moved in and began to light up squad 2's position.

1/2

Spruce !L2oA4Z8m5o

Spruce !L2oA4Z8m5o Sun 25 Oct 2015 13:02:44 No.25217352 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25218289

>They arrived at their chopper, all quickly climbing aboard before a few shots rang out, and their machine gunner who had been lagging behind fell down
>The SL screamed at the pilots to take off and he mounted the MG3 on the huey, aiming for the treeline and lighting it up with the MG
>He felt the copper lifting off and raised his AG3 and started firing at the shaped in the treeline, who were also firing back at them.
>As the chopper took off, heading back south, suddenly a shell tore through the helicopter and obliterated the SL
>He screamed as a few more hit the Huey, feeling it start to lose control
"Shit enemy AA!"
>Another shot hit the fuel line and the chopper burst into flames and started to veer off course
>It began to spin out of control before it flipped over onto its side, slamming him into the top of the chopper, blacking out before they slammed into the ground.
>...
>.....
>.......?
>Spruce blinked, staring up at a blue sky, birds chirping near him
>He sat up, looking around, seeing no sign of a crash.
>Or anyone else
"Is this... Heaven ?"
>He was still dressed in his uniform and still had all of his stuff too...
>He slowly stood up, looking around in great confusion, seeing a wall over to the north of him.
>He begins to walk towards it, still unsure of what is going on or why he is alive still

2/2

Anonymous

Anonymous Sun 25 Oct 2015 13:08:16 No.25217408 Report Delete

Quoted By:

>>25217339
Get innaIRC

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 25 Oct 2015 14:29:05 No.25218289 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25218591 >>25218988 >>25219148

>>25213867
>Order's Border: The Greccion

>Carefully sliding to the red and orange leaf covered soil, you crawl along the ground as fast as you could.
>You notice your movements were producing less noise than you anticipated, concluding it had to do with this places 'magic'.
>Again.
>As you moved, your speed was hampered as you tried to avoid branches and twigs, slowing you to a crawl.

>In your blind spot the Unicorn disappeared from sight as it received a response from the Shield Mare, she standing back up to immediately begin searching the Oak tree.
[1d6+3] E.Perception
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3]

[1d6+2] E.Perception
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]

>>25214232
>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir

"Hmm, there might be the off-chance that Golden Soap cubes von't vork down there. Ve just don't know vhat sort of machinations avait inside."
>Squeezing the Combustion Cube lightly enough to not disturb its precise structure, she finished her thoughts before putting the explosive away.
"Vay, vay more. Lets talk about our pasts later, ve have much business to complete."
>Turning, the Huntsmaster wrapped her tail around your wrist giving you a warm look despite her profession taking over.
"Please?"

>>25217339
>>25217352
>Everfree Forest, Razorback fortress: Bright Amber

>Checking your surroundings you realize this was not Norway, for damn sure.
>South, east and west there was nothing but a raw earth exposed clearing, the last latitude having a railroad many metres away.
>Beyond the clearing there was an encircling forest of sequoia trees? ...Yup, definitely -not- in Norway.
>And then there was this, this..this 'Fortress' standing predominantly in front of you, its camouflaged walls running 1000m's you estimate from castellan guard tower to guard tower.
>You could clearly see movement coming from the top of the walls as you approached, the patrols obscured by the walls marlons.
>there were no gunshots, so that's a plus.

>A sudden bray from inside the Fortress caught you off guard.

Spruce !L2oA4Z8m5o

Spruce !L2oA4Z8m5o Sun 25 Oct 2015 14:56:05 No.25218591 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25221101

>>25218289

>He looks along the walls of structure, amazed that someone would build one in this day and age
>Definitely not a prison...
>And definitely not in Norway, he notes
>Spruce suddenly looks up at the fortress and scrambles for his AG3, holding it in his hands and looking up
>He calls out, both in Norwegian and English
"Hallo? Hvem der? Hello? Who's there?"

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ

RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ Sun 25 Oct 2015 15:34:22 No.25218988 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25223858

>>25218289
>While slow, the movement is enough to keep quiet. He doesn't see himself fading from view, but he decides against making slight changes to his actions with the intention of concealing himself further in case he makes himself more visible as a result.
>It's not easy to improve on something when you've got no idea what you're doing.
>Focusing on himself and the noise he was making, he barely hears what was going on behind him, and doesn't chance looking back.
[1d6]<U. Movement

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst

Simon Riley !!NgFVZgK0zst Sun 25 Oct 2015 15:46:00 No.25219148 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25223858

>>25218289
"That, too. Given the weird things these places have done before, it's reasonable enough to plan for that possibility."
>I deeply hope that's not the case. Not just for the sake of the Shadow Wings.
>Cu'Nir bringing the topic back to business resurfaces thoughts on what she was on the fence of speaking about.
>But distractions can't be afforded now, and it's simply not my place to enquire. With a sigh, I force them aside.
"Yeah. Let's start finding candidates for our rescue party."
>The word "rescue" not being the most fitting of terms.

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 25 Oct 2015 17:11:08 No.25220082 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25226217

>>25217258

>Getting off the stairs, Lont went to the west side of the Libraries second floor for the Alchemy Lab, noticing that the Chemistry room had been completely revamped into some sort of lounge.
>Plenty of cushions and lots of crates covering the eastern wall.
"Nice."

>Taking out the packet of dark blue powder as he entered the Laboratory, he placed the Gloss onto the circular work table.
"Time to make this thing better."

[1d6+3] >E.Alchemy +Citrine/Ruby Tablets
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3] >Adv. Onyx Tablet

[1d6+9] >Alchemy Lab
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic Diamond Alembic
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic Granite Condenser
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic Kanpri Calcinator
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic Steel Dry-Press
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic White Marble Retort
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic Whitesteel Mortar & Pestle

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 25 Oct 2015 18:35:52 No.25221101 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25221241

>Everfree Forest, Razorback fortress: Bright Amber

>>25218591

>You hear boisterous laughter coming from behind the marlons as a once hidden door embedded in the camouflaged wall bursts open, through it the sounds of a terrorized cervine blared out before the actual animal followed suit.
>However this cervine, or rather 'Elk' was off to others you have seen.
>For one it was clad in burnt yellow plating, like armour? And its wide scared eyes were filled with luminous blue mist that stood out in the night.
>Its most striking feature was its size, you don't know why, but for some reason it was small, around 4ft tall without antlers. And from what features you could see underneath the 'armour' it certainly wasn't a calf.
"HUMAN HEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEE!"
>Did...did-did -it just talk?

Spruce !L2oA4Z8m5o

Spruce !L2oA4Z8m5o Sun 25 Oct 2015 18:48:43 No.25221241 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25222152

>>25221101

>He stares at the wall, the door bursting open and a small woodland creature bursting out screaming
>Also wearing armor
>And 2 feet shorter than he was
>What the fuck....?
>It speaks English too?
>.... I'm in a coma
>Im currently in Norway in a coma in a helicopter crash site
>Somehow not burned, crushed, or impladed to my soon approaching death in the real world and now seeing forest creatures that speak English and live in a fortress in my mind!
>He's been sitting there for the last two mintes just staring at the little deer, quite dumbstruck by this turn of events
>He clears his throat and slowly speaks, after pushing a finger into the side of his cheek and feeling it
>This cannot possibly be real... But I cant be in my own mind experiencing this... I feel pain
>He finally says something
"Uh.... Um... How...?"

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 25 Oct 2015 20:00:50 No.25222152 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25222972

>Everfree Forest, Razorback fortress: Bright Amber

>>25221241
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
>Screamed the galloping Elk as a small herd of other Elks burst out from the same hidden door.
"GET BACK HERE!"
You didn't get your medication!"
"Tipper will be angry!
"Why did you shock my tushie? Now my butt feels all weird!"
"UNAAAAAAACCEPTABLE!"
"IS THAT A NEW HUMAN?!"
>They were all talking, they were all shouting perfect English, and whomever was stationed up on the wall were howling with laughter over the cervine horde.
>Zipping past you, the chased Elk begins zigzagging maneuvers across the barren opening.
"DO SOMETHING PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!"

[1d6+2] >Bright Amber
[1d6] >Pred-Elk Horde

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Sun 25 Oct 2015 20:04:08 No.25222198 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25222213 >>25225007

>>25190204
>Why did I think that would work.
>>25193032
*"On my way."
>After placing Sparky next to Gale, I go inside to help Indurian.
[1d6]>E. Perception
[1d6]
[1d6]

[1d6>B. Engineering
[1d6]

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Sun 25 Oct 2015 20:05:11 No.25222213 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25225007

>>25222198
Shit.
[1d6]

Spruce !L2oA4Z8m5o

Spruce !L2oA4Z8m5o Sun 25 Oct 2015 21:00:06 No.25222972 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25223858

>>25222152

>He looks up from her and see's quite a few more small deer pop out in pursuit of the buck
>Apparently this one hasnt taken his medication
>Whatever that means
>And they know what humans are too? Okay...
>He watches him, doing a noice job evading but the herd expertly dogpiles onto him.
>He looks at them, taking a step back from the pile and asking
"So... Where am I?"

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 25 Oct 2015 22:18:02 No.25223858 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25224358

>>25218988
>Order's Border: The Greccion

>Reaching a part of the undergrowth clear of noisy twigs and branches you were able to book it, keeping your profile low as you moved.

>Your heart stopped though, then thundered hard against your ribcage as a shout in the xeno tongue came from behind, it distinctly sounding hostile.
>Risking a glance back you witness the Unicorn had their head raised as they shouted into the sky, a leg pointing directly at you.
>The Shield Mare charged in now she was alarmed, her hostile expression hidden under the helmet.
[1d6+4] B.Movement
[1d6+4]

>As for the other Unicorn there appeared nothing to indicate them approaching.
>The floating blades around the unicorn point towards your person before flying in a straight line, sounds of slicing air following in their wake.
[1d6+6] E.Telekinesis +Pin
[1d6+6]
[1d6+6]

>>25219148
>Unknown Lands, Dig Site Ring Town: Cu'Nir

>Gratefully sighing, the grip on your wrist loosens, but not by much. She needed to make sure she didn't lose you in the throng of Gryphons!
>While most of the midday sky over the Ring Town was flocked with catbirds flying too and fro, the narrow pathways were choked with grounded birdcats carrying goods and equipment not warranting a flight into the crowded air.
>If you didn't know where you were you could pass this off as a cramped inner city lane.
>Thankfully due to both your matching armour you were able to be recognized and given wide berths, allowing Cu'Nir to freely talk back to you without having to raise her voice much.
"Ve should start vith vhere ve vill resupply, and vhile ve are at that ve can understand how bad things are on a ground level."

>>25222972
>Everfree Forest, Razorback fortress: Bright Amber

>Howling in condemnation the dogpiled Elk wiggled his head in a vein attempt to escape the others, they answering instead.
"EVERFREE!-"
"-Forest-!"
"-Razorback-"
"-Fortress!-"
"SAY SORRY TO MY ASS! SAY IT!"
"YOUR FAT BUTT WAS IN THE WAY YOU CRAZY DAISY!"

Spruce !L2oA4Z8m5o

Spruce !L2oA4Z8m5o Sun 25 Oct 2015 22:56:08 No.25224358 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25225434

>>25223858

>He looks at the pile of elks, taking a step back, trying his damn hardest not to laugh at them
>Damn these little things were adorable
"So... I can just go inside?"
>He asks, looking at them as one apologizes to another's butt
>He stifles another laugh, taking off his hat to remove his face mask and shove it in a pocket
>He puts his hat back on, fanning himself with it a bit before asking them
"Are there other humans around here...?"
"And how on Earth did I get here?"

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Sun 25 Oct 2015 23:53:52 No.25225007 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25228858

>Trapped Like A Rat: Brume Gale, Sparking Fleur & ?????????

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>>25193032
>The papers were covered in a sort of transparent membrane that protected them from the march of time, keeping the Common Equestrian clear to read.
>They explained that the owner of the Mansion grew paranoid of the nearby Dam, worried that the Gryphons would try to destroy the structure and doom the Market City and surrounding farmlands.
>But kept quiet for that would imply the security the Order afforded was weak, and thus heretical.
>Instead they went about secretly enchanting their whole Mansion to float -if- such an occasion were to ever occur, being able to do so under the cover of the many parties and Gala's they threw.
>However the papers did not mention anything about the statues coming to life, only offhandedly throwing a name out of some sort of observation of a potential pocket dimension.
>The 'sanfoo-ill-leach-ah'?

>Reaching the last paper, you find the page was referring to this room.
>Ah ha!
>It talked of the machines creating an 'escape cloud' by sucking in the atmosphere high in the sky, after which planting a mast and sail so the vapor platform could be steered.
>At the bottom in big thick letters it read "OPEN THE BAY DOORS FIRST".

>The machines were already making whirling noises inside.

>>25222198
>>25222213
>Watching you enter Brume Gale bleakly stared into the room, losing focus of the rapidly crumbling away rubble blocking the stairs.
"Please I wan..na..go home.."

>Inside, you see Indurian was reading a bunch of sheets covered in gloss(?) as he walked around checking the wall of machines.
>Oh yeah and there was a perfectly cut rectangle in the floor leading to the flooded earth miles below.
>So that's what the lever did.
>With more light, your cheeki breeki engineeri eyes catch sight of a massive cross hanging from the ceiling with chains holding it in place.
>It was actually a mast! Neat.

[1d6+200] 307/1000

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 26 Oct 2015 00:30:47 No.25225434 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25228119

>Everfree Forest, Razorback fortress: Bright Amber

>>25224358
>The Elk that was facesitting the captured cervine looked back at you with a wide friendly smile as she waved a foreleg.
>Her mouth was full of shark teeth...
"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Plenty of humans inside!"
>Wiggling her rump to get a better seating on the captured Elk's muzzle, the apparent female shrugged her shoulders non-nonchalantly.
"Something about dying or something iunno. But welcome to your new home!"

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 26 Oct 2015 01:54:07 No.25226217 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25226803

>>25220082
[Crystal Imperial] "It good be science time."

[1d6+3] >E.Alchemy +Citrine/Ruby Tablets
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3] >Adv. Onyx Tablet

[1d6+9] >Alchemy Lab
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic Diamond Alembic
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic Granite Condenser
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic Kanpri Calcinator
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic Steel Dry-Press
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic White Marble Retort
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic Whitesteel Mortar & Pestle

505/1000pts
5/7

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 26 Oct 2015 06:42:10 No.25226803 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25231508

>>25226217
>As he checked over the ingredients, he wondered where Fuoco was.
>The skeleton would usually hang about here, doing skelly stuff and what not.
>Lont was starting to feel a bit alone.

[1d6+3] >E.Alchemy +Citrine/Ruby Tablets
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3] >Adv. Onyx Tablet

[1d6+9] >Alchemy Lab
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic Diamond Alembic
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic Granite Condenser
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic Kanpri Calcinator
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic Steel Dry-Press
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic White Marble Retort
[1d6+7] >Harlon's Archaic Whitesteel Mortar & Pestle

612/1000pts
4/7

Thrill--Collins !!/7XBlgSH75Y

Thrill--Collins !!/7XBlgSH75Y Mon 26 Oct 2015 09:07:32 No.25227413 Report Delete

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>>25214108

>The way Naliyna explained things sounded like she was planning a heist. Or reading out a list of demands.
>And to be honest, some of them were.
>Even if she did say she was going to ask the princess 'nicely'.
>And Collins knew that Naliyna hadn't become a successful trader just by 'asking nicely'.
>Still, there was always hope this wasn't going to end awkwardly.
>The foals were going to be fine here. Better than the fortress by miles.
>The Northern Star, however, didn't have an explanation, or ultimate purpose so far. Collins wondered if this was some Tallus-spanning errand for Silver.
>Delivery boy and faithful packmare. He allowed himself a small smile for that.
>Collins curiously eyed the wardens, floating through the alcove and to the edge of the translocation circle.
>He spoke low and discrete, glancing into the outside.

"Maybe Cadence wants lax security now? It is kinda worrying that we're pretty much waltzing in the place. Guess this might be penance for her. Just let anypony come in, let 'em scream, shout, cry, demand justice or whatever."

Kraut Space wizard !Krautc0lNU

Kraut Space wizard !Krautc0lNU Mon 26 Oct 2015 11:13:03 No.25228020 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25228626

>>25212874
>Who woulda thunk it, she's bored too.
"I knew you'd come with."
>Kraut opens the door wide enough for the little oddity to come through and pats her on the head as they move to the shop.
"I figured a trip to the vale would be interesting enough; it might also be worthwhile to pay a visit to some of the shmoes we have kicking around there."
>Taking out his MSG, junk launcher, and RC chopper, Kraut thinks way too hard about which items are worth carrying around the whole time and which ones should stay before he remembers that the answer is right beside him.
"Hmmm... as repayment for taking you on this little trip, I think you ought to carry some of my stuff... a rifle, an RC helicoptor, maybe a little trumpet."
>Knowing that Mothra probably wouldn't say no, Kraut already starts stuffing said objects into her saddlebags.
>200% Alpha material right here.
>After offloading his radio, and extra gasmask filters onto the wild ride as well, Kraut leads Mothra to the Pagoda, with getting out of the base occupying most of his thoughts.
"So, before we leave, is there anything or anyone else that you can think of that might want to come with us? Because I don't feel like coming back just because someone forgot something."
>Gotta make sure off of the bases are covered before heading off, afterall.

Spruce !L2oA4Z8m5o

Spruce !L2oA4Z8m5o Mon 26 Oct 2015 11:30:17 No.25228119 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25228626

>>25225434

>His expression changes, seeing her row of teeth
>Are those... Canines?
>Every single tooth in her mouth is a canine...
>What the fuck is wrong with this place...
>He looks over, realizing her ass is directly sat on the other pred elks face
>Well then
"I guess i'll just... Go inside..."
>He says slowly, and walks into the fortress
>He looks around, impressed by how the place looks
>He see's another human slip into the pagoda
>Oh thank god those little elks wernt lying!
>He quickly books it to the pagoda and walks inside the place, entering right behind kraut
"Uh hello I-"
>He looks at Moffy
"... What the fuck am i looking at..."

Mothra !vz4wmlERis

Mothra !vz4wmlERis Mon 26 Oct 2015 12:30:15 No.25228626 Report Delete

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>>25228020
>Trots next to Kraut as we walk towards the Workshop, mostly listening to what he was saying.
"Hm? The Vale?"
>"I heard that it was really cold there... Good thing my armor is insulated! ... Hopefully insulated enough."
>I wasn't gonna become a mothcicle, no sir!
>Watches as he starts stuffing things into my bags, getting used to the weight.
>After a moment I set off next to him once he starts towards the Pagoda.
"Food and clothing? Keeping warm is always important!"
>And if it comes down to an absolute survival situation, we can eat the extra clothes.
>Humans eat clothes, right?
>>25228119
>Turns around at the sound of somemoth entering the Pagoda.
>And my ears droop a bit at what this new human said.
"I'm Mothra..."
>Scuffs at the ground, a bit sad.

Postan for Bubba

Postan for Bubba Mon 26 Oct 2015 13:03:59 No.25228858 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25229790 >>25234262

>>25225007
"Working on it, we all do!"
>As I scramble around to figure out what the fuck to do, I remember two important things.
>Shaking my head and hitting myself, I go over and bring the two extremely injured elk inside.
"Don't worry... We'll get the two of you back home."
>I try my best to be comforting, before going back to help the knight.
[1d6]>U. Speech.
>After a moment of reading through what Indurian did, I stare up at the mast.
"How're we gonna get it down when the cloud forms..."
>Frowns and thinks.
[1d6]>E. Perception
[1d6]
[1d6]

[1d6]>B. Engineering
[1d6]

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Mon 26 Oct 2015 14:25:54 No.25229629 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25243023 >>25243914

>Shanis & Roust

>>25194179

"Heh, sure, but I'm going to have to ask you to keep them there if it gets any colder."
>Snorting amusedly, a touch of secretive relief floats around her for a bit while your hands find the only unarmored section of her body suit, and, surprisingly, her flanks were quite a bit softer under the tightly woven layers of cotton than you'd expected.
"Storm doesn't look that big, not much wind but likely going to have a foot of snow."
>Ears tipping back and sensing through your hands, trying to equate your judgements through her hooves (with little success), Roust continues plodding alongside the snow covered road, suppressing the desire to stop and nose Shanis for her own ends.
>'Science is definitely good today! ..I am a little curious why Shanis is joking around so readily, she used to be very touchy around us, particularly humans, so I wonder what changed?'

>Touching across more of the scattered, haphazardly drifting memories, each one fragments on their ethereal contact with your extended thoughts.
>Following the traces to their original owners, distant voices include hints of time, distance from an outpost, and old weather cycles pass by, too weak to continue being sustained in such a dead environment, dissipating from their age.

>Far in the distance above the northern mountain range, a series of wide, low lying thunderheads had fully formed and were beginning to roil, signaling the start of a storm front, although the size of each was fairly small compared to the Everfree storms.

Anarchy !!4QznITjnpcL

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Anarchy !!4QznITjnpcL Mon 26 Oct 2015 14:26:18 No.25229632 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25230906

(Just pretend it's months ago, jajaja)

The man stood before the large gates, wearing a vague frown on his lips as his gaze sweeps from one side to the other. Drugs are a helluva drug.

Taking the sign's advice, he lifts his left hand, balled into a fist, and strikes the entranceway sharply a few times. "... Hello." He says, nearly an inquiry, "I'm, uhm, here."

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Mon 26 Oct 2015 14:45:55 No.25229790 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25234262

>>25228858
[Indurian] "He is right, you know. Thou must not allow hope to die. The very moment you allow fear and dismay to sully the light in your heart; this is the moment when the evil has truly won."
[1d6]> B. Speech
[1d6]
[Andrammelech] "So Gale, with those words, please, wouldst thou assist us in figuring this puzzle?"
>with this, the knight returns to Ivan and the doodads
>>25228858
[Indurian & Andrammelech] "We have not the time to examine all of these doodads; therefore I shall pick one at random and attempt to activate it."
>he tries to find one that looks important and fiddles with it
[1d6]> B. Perception
[1d6]

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Mon 26 Oct 2015 14:54:16 No.25229850 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25243914

>Post #2/2: Shanis & Roust

>>25201979

>Glancing back to make sure the sled, and you, were in good shape, Roust's ears flick at the cold, turning forwards with a cheerful, metallic snicker.
>'You two are silly, we're going to find an Outpost! I remember going there once, but that was a very long time ago and my memory is not perfect.'
>Covered wings folding around her chest to conserve heat, Shanis leans back into Hollow with a lazy air, tilting her head to the side so you could hear more clearly.
"Outposts were built by Changelings all over Northern Equestria long before the Dynasty. They served as guideposts, waypoints, traveler's lodges, and trading posts for business across the Empire Expanse, even into some of mainland Equestria as well. Changelings and Crystal ponies maintained the roads, and rescued travelers whenever possible. Mind you, this was long before unicorns even began experimenting with translocation, too."
>Sniffing the air several times, the Mercenary Queen shrugs, setting her chin on her chest and wiggling her rear legs around Roust's front shoulders.
"That's what I've learned at least. Later on during the Dynasty eras, some Outposts added armories and staging barracks in case the Empress decided to attempt a hostile takeover."
>Absorbing the information she didn't already know, the Vanguard's hoofsteps increase, going from a plodding pace to a full on canter as Shanis continues.
"It never came to that point because Queen Lovebug said she'd boil Silver's hooves in a volcano, and the idea of taking on two entire species of ponies that would have destroyed any armor she could throw at them made her give up the idea real quick, and years ago I heard rumors of an Outpost along the river way south of Stalliongrad, but we never found it."
>'There was never an Outpost built south of where the Fortress is, but I can tell you that if this one still stands it will have an armory, but I have no idea what would be in it.'

[1d6+3] <B.Travel Speed
[1d6+3]

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Mon 26 Oct 2015 15:22:31 No.25230097 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25235478

>Post #1/2: Nibbles, the Moor Cat Hero!

>>25197200
>>25211587

>Pausing with the door open to roll an eye back to you, the Baroness simply shakes her head, then slides out, calling back over her shoulder.
"You would be surprised, and as I said before, rumors. Many are hard to believe or disbelieve in the Empire. Simply let me know when you are done."

>Intently watching your finger travel closer to her nose, Nibbles folds her ears forwards, eyes squinting while the tip of her tail twitches side to side.
>After direct contact, the Nebelong Moor cat throws her front paws around your hand, playfully biting your finger while Hodch's groan reverberates from the sphere.
"Besides the newfound disgust for everything at the moment, yes, and yes, I've known her for a while."
"...he wants to do what."
>Realizing that didn't sound like a question, Nibble fluffs her wings up with an awkward stare at you, then returns to batting at your hand with her paws.
"Right, right, Lucky disappeared.. I take it you're not doing well with her then, and since I'm not in a position to berate you for probably irritating her for whatever reason she could possibly be irritated for-"
>A long pause accompanied by an annoyed sigh.
"She's not 'into' humans, so don't even think of trying that approach. History is another one that you don't want to even look at, most every displaced Lunar noble I've met would just as soon throw you straight up Sunass's ass than hold a discussion. Your best bet is to con her into a deal that supports the Honor Guard only to the extent that it'll keep them just barely supported, but nothing more. That way they get to stiff their former opposition, and make themselves a valuable lifeline before Keldon and his ilk starve themselves to death. Not that that would be a bad occurrence, heh."

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Mon 26 Oct 2015 15:25:27 No.25230126 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25235478

>Post #2/2: Nibbles, the Moor Cat Hero!

>>25197200
>>25211587

>Taking a short break to mutter under his breath, the Nightblade reservist clears his throat to continue.
"Clemency, I'm about going to give you a very.. big, 'fuck you' card, one that you absolutely must be ambiguous and secretive about. While you are a pro-tem Starborn affiliate, you don't want to be the target of everypony's ire. Now, listen carefully:"
"If all that I've said fails, very tactfully inform her that forty or so non-loyalist Honor Guard, including nearly all of their elite command staff, joined Razorback as a self-defense force last year. While that is technically true, you don't want her knowing that they may not be permanent residents. There are two problems with doing this: it would make Razorback look good in the eyes of the Star Court, but it would also stomp on the Honor Guard's.. well, honor, if that somehow made it's way into public knowledge. Both would have significant repercussions, public and private, ones that you really do not want to deal with. Politics, as they say in Prance, are a real bitchmare."
"So if you'll excuse me, I need to go plant a hoard of radishes straight up a mare's ass-"

>Finally achieving boredom, Nibbles lets go of your hand with a small huff of contentment, rolling onto her side and staring blankly at the Baroness's former chair.
>Aside from the overly luxurious interior, the room was quite well decorated in Lunar fashion: exotic woods, thick carpeting, deep reds, royal blues and purples, and unadorned walls.
>Next to the door was a tall serving cabinet containing a number of bright crystal bottles, decanters, and expensive crystalline glasses, some with the rather unwieldy hoof handles that earth ponies preferred.
>Noting the room's rather comfortable temperature, a single look at the stove confirmed it to be stuffed with heatstones instead of wood, although a pile of strange, off-colored crystal logs were stacked next to it.

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi

PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi Mon 26 Oct 2015 16:03:25 No.25230498 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25235254

>Lann

>>25198097

>Holding her smile, although it deepens a bit as you stutter, the large earth mare covers her muzzle with a hoof, giggling quietly behind it, her eyes crinkling at the corners in great amusement.
>Setting her hoof down, Lann shakes her head with a pleasant smile, clopping around behind you quicker than you had expected for her size, chest on your rear shoving you into the room.
"While that is a VERY cute image, it is much too cold to be effective during an Everfree winter! You will be coming in right now so I can fit one to you immediately."
>Pushing you inside with virtually no effort, the seamstress leaves you in front of an overly large bed, spinning about on her back hooves and closing the door.
"I do not keep overcoats and such in the workshop since everypony here has been taken care of, so I keep keep at least ten for each pony species in reserve. As for pay, well, that falls to Naliyna, but from what I have heard: 'if you find it and claim it, it is yours', so you will likely make more than whatever is docked."
>Gesturing towards the center most rack, you're left to peruse a selection of five pegasi winter suits and five overcoats hung across the bar, two of which were considerably smaller than you, the other three looking like they'd fit, all a bright white cotton, indicating they were recently made.
"Tell me which style you want and I will fit it to you, then dye it whatever color you like."
>Taking a closer look, each one came with padded wing warmers, along with ankle and neck banding for precise fitting against cold temperatures.

>Low-trotting to a wide, spaced out desk across from the racks, Lann calls over her shoulder as she sits down, her tone half-devious, half-humored.
"As well, if you would like a dock ring and tail flap placed for those 'just in case' moments, I can easily sew one in~!"

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 26 Oct 2015 16:44:46 No.25230906 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25231988

>>25229632
>uzi
>red dot sight
m8

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 26 Oct 2015 17:41:33 No.25231508 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25236466

>>25226803
"I'm going nowhere with this."
>He was going in circles with the packets' contents.
>There was nothing he could do to improve it.
>"Maybe next time."
>Placing it back safely away, Lont tidied the Lab up before leaving for the first floor where he left his stuff and books of study.
"So much to do, so little time."

>Sitting himself down and getting comfy, he picked up a new book on the Imperial dialect, focusing on making longer sentences and whatnot.

[1d6+8] >Research
/8

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Anonymous Mon 26 Oct 2015 18:24:59 No.25231988 Report Delete

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>>25230906

>uzi

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 26 Oct 2015 21:05:02 No.25234262 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25234831 >>25237850 >>25239548

>Trapped Like A Rat: Brume Gale, Sparking Fleur & ?????????

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>>25228858
>Not making a single sound as you dragged both of them in the Pred-Elk's huddled together inside the machine filled room, strong breeze coming out from the bay giving them a chilling reminder that they were still miles in the air.

>Your words fell on deaf ears as Brume cuddled into the unresponsive Sparky, the Druids' wound dressing having turned scarlet from absorbing so much blood.

>Staring at the chained up mast, your focus blurs out the rest of the world as you try to decipher what to do.
>Following the chains to two chunky machines spluttering away at two sides of the room, you assume these were what was keeping the mast held in place.
>Checking them one at a time you find they had two simple triangular buttons each.
>Pressing the triangles pointing downwards the hanging chains drew back into the machines with steady clicks of metal rings catching into hidden teeth.

>The mast was now down from the ceiling, standing in the empty bay, hanging there by two deliberately weak ropes.

>>25229790
>Just like Ivan, Brume Gale and Sparking Fleur remained quiet, the former hugging the latter tightly for security and protection.

>While Ivan lowered the mast down, you find one machine that appeared to be a simple box with a grated top, there being a single button on the front with a cartoony cloud symbol embossed in it.
>Pressing it, the room was filled with the rattling hum of the large metallic box, everywhere quickly filled up by vapor.

>Able to crack both of her eyes open now since the blood running across one had dried, Gale sniffed the air before shakily standing up, her numb mind having unconsciously soaked Ivan and Indurians conversation between themselves.
[1d6+3] E.Druidry
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>A tingling sensation ran through the room as the mist swooshed into the bay, fitting perfectly in its shape. The cloud platform resembling the floor of LP.

1/2

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Mon 26 Oct 2015 21:49:24 No.25234831 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25237850 >>25239548

>>25234262

>Huffing, Brume collapsed onto her side, her breathing growing shallow. KNOCKED OUT!

>Outside in the corridor the crashing cacophony of stairwell rubble being ripped away echoed into the room, telling Ivan and Indurian that whatever destroyed the Translocation stone was now on its way.
[1d6+10] B.Stealth
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[1d6+8] B.Perception
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[1d6+10] >Scan

>It has also become painfully aware between Ivan and Indurian that the door to the room they were in has been left open and unblocked for the whole time...
>The ceiling of the corridor buckled under the weight of the Mansion above breaking apart, thunderous thuds forcing out crumbling chunks from the beaten roof, threatening to cave in any second.

>The room itself shook from the collapsing Castle Mansion, it probably going to crush in on itself shortly after the corridor.
>Silver lining in all of this; the Escape Cloud was done, the base of the mast secured within its place inside solidified vapor. Its sails tightly wrapped up by the same ropes that kept the large wooden cross and attached platform from falling through the bay.

[1d6+200] 101/1000

Sunny !FlareDy136

Sunny !FlareDy136 Mon 26 Oct 2015 22:25:28 No.25235254 Report Delete

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>>25230498

>Straightening a bit, Sunny opened her mouth to ask what she was going to d-
"Ah!"
>The mare found herself forced to choose between going into the room or face planting.
>She chose the former, as the latter would leave her in a very compromised position.
>Recovering from the inevitable embarrassment of that situation while standing in front of the bed, Sunny turned in Lann's direction.
>This was the Everfree, the weather was erratic at best here.
"Just how cold is winter here? Low tens?"
>Sunny was relieved to not have to worry about coming up with some alternate form of payment, at least.
>Flexing her wings a little and twitching her ears every which way to gain her bearing, Sunny stepped up to the selection, already half eyeing one of the winter suits.
>Her unintentional pun placed an amused lilt to her voice as she next spoke.
"I think a winter suit would be better than something that flows like a dress, as for color, definitely not bright pink, maybe dappled off-white and light grey would suit the undoubtedly snowy surroundings better."
>Twitching an ear in Lann's direction, Sunny raised an eyebrow in confusion.
>Dock rings? Tail flaps?
"What are those for?"

Clemency !f/LjycW0U2

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Clemency !f/LjycW0U2 Mon 26 Oct 2015 22:47:16 No.25235478 Report Delete

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>>25230097
>>25230126
>So there's two options
>Make her slightly help Keldon...which technically does fulfill the request
>Or make Razorback look really good by saying the Honor Guard joined
>Risky
>Could have negative effects
>Strains relations with Honor Guard if the Star Court let it loose form their lips
>At least it is the last resort
"Plant wha- alright, thanks for the help."
>You're right with one thing
>Politics is a bitch
>Pulling out the flask again to take another sip, Clem prepares to negotiate again
>He even slightly shivers at that thought
>Too late though
>He chose this fate
"Watch out Nibbles."
>Clem carefully gets up and heads to the doorway
>He pauses and looks down both hallways
[1d6]< Expert Scouting
[1d6]
[1d6]
>He also thinks about the other Star Court that are probably asleep
>"Should I just call out?"
>meh
>The others can go back to sleep
"Celery? I think me and Hodch are done. I think we're ready to continue."
>So, no flirting
>No history
>Although that is probably too late
>Just try to get a half-assed deal for Keldon so that they won't starve
>If that doesn't work, explain the base Honor Guard
>Clem goes back and returns to his seat, putting back the flask he had in his hands
>He also puts on his helmet and tries to see if he can get an aerial view of the Fortress to see how it is
>Might as well do something in the meantime

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 27 Oct 2015 00:22:16 No.25236466 Report Delete

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>>25231508
>After this, after all of this business in the Empire that will secure him a foothold in politics, he needed to get his ass on over to Canterlot.
>For less reasons yes, but not less relevant.
>Ash Kicker, the loot he took from Old Canterlot, Celestia, the museum and its Solar Guardian exhibit and generally explore the city itself.
>Like Las Pegasus Lont hasn't really urbanized himself with the allying cities of Razorback.
>Of course this will change, starting with the city of Crystal Ponies.

73/100
[1d6+8] >Research
7/8

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 27 Oct 2015 01:47:37 No.25237273 Report Delete

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>>25236466
>At first he wondered if he should learn more than one language, because that was what Crystal Pony was; a single language split into two similar dialects, one older than the other.
>One more known than its partner.
>But he had a whole Library to himself, literally.
>So why limit oneself?
>And there were many species on Tallus, even beyond that of equines.
>Namely the Tallus Basilisks and Harpies.
>He knew of the names, why, they were the titles given to two different series of vehicles back on Ferrundus.
>Now he wondered what their reactions would be if he ever told them that.

84/100
[1d6+8] >Research
6/8

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Tue 27 Oct 2015 03:29:20 No.25237850 Report Delete

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>>25234831
>>25234262
>as quickly as he could manage, the knight moves towards the elks
>he grabs up Sparky and, with the elk slung over his shoulder, mounts the cloud platform
[Indurian] "Come, Sir Ivan! Our escape hath presented itself! Load the other elk and assist me in releasing this cloud ship!"
>with this, the knight begins undoing the ropes while standing on the cloud

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 27 Oct 2015 07:32:26 No.25238762 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25240297

>>25237273
>Checking, he was surprised that he was close to the end of the book.
[Crystal Imperial] "That felt faster than last time, though I do have special glass."

95/100
[1d6+8] >Research
5/8

Anonymous

Anonymous Tue 27 Oct 2015 10:25:22 No.25239424 Report Delete

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holy shit something
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Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Tue 27 Oct 2015 10:52:44 No.25239548 Report Delete

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>>25234262
>>25234831
>I should've fucking closed the door.
>No time to bitch at it though.
>>25237850
"On it!"
>Hefting the unconscious Brume, I ease her onto the cloud before looking at the ropes and aiming my rifle.
>No time to untie them.
[1d6+2]>E. Battle Rifle
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 27 Oct 2015 12:55:57 No.25240297 Report Delete

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>>25238762
>Closing the finished book and stacking it on top of the first one he had completed earlier, the Operator sighed as he took up a new book. This one noticeably heftier than the previous two combined.
[Crystal Imperial] "Right, let us see how far I can accomplish before my cranium implodes."

108/100
[1d6+8] >Research
4/8

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 27 Oct 2015 14:14:29 No.25240885 Report Delete

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>>25240297
>Sword practice was in order.
>He hasn't been doing as much as he wished lately.
>Thanks to Bren.
>"Oooh, right. There are materials lining the railroads in Old Canterlot that she might be interested in."

119/200
[1d6+8] >Research
3/8

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 27 Oct 2015 16:42:53 No.25242054 Report Delete

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>>25240885
>"I should take the Outrider for a drive some time, maybe see if I can get a wish disc to give me an upgrade to it as well."
If he was going to traverse the open grassy plains around New Canterlot city, Lont would need the Outrider. Thing is, as Celly warned, there might be potential enemies around, not including the wild beast that has been rumored to be roaming the fields too."

131/200
[1d6+8] >Research
2/8

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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 27 Oct 2015 17:30:56 No.25242526 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>25242704 >>25247762

>Escaped, But...: Brume Gale, Sparking Fleur & ?????????

1 AMBUSH TOKEN TO INDURIAN AND IVAN!

>>25237850
>Breath hitching once when draped over your uncomfortable shoulder armour, Sparky remained limp as you stepped onto the cloud material, it acting like sponge under your combined weight, boots sinking in firmly only slightly.
>With an unconscious Pred-Elk on your back it was made impossible for you to untie the ropes, and after placing her gently down you could still not reach the bound sails.

>>25239548
>Unlike Fleur, Gale twitched and lightly kicked around instinctively as you carried her over to the Escape Cloud, where you placed her next to Fleur. The two Druids huddling together, dainty legs shuddering.

>Aiming at the ropes as you stood under the mast, the sound of the corridors 'ceiling falling apart crashed into the room, shaking your vision as you released three burst shots of 5.56x43MM NATO rounds into each straining piece.

>All of the bullets grazed against the hemp material, burying into the fracturing roof as fist sized craters that shattered away chunks of concrete to rain down on everybody. -1HP TO ALL!

>Weightlessness took over everyone as the cloud dropped out of the bay just as the crashed-in corridor broke into the machinery filled room, rupturing the remaining stable roof into a catastrophic avalanche of concrete, stone, wood and masonry.
>A single metallic claw swung at the escaping party, but the distance gained was too great for it to reach, leaving the claw to be buried under cascading rubble.

>The drop speed of the cloud gradually slowed until it was 100m's under the falling apart Castle Mansion, larger and larger fragments tumbling off its disintegrating structure.
>There was no time to gaze at the raining debris however, as the sails were still not drawn and the flying building hovering above would break down any moment.
>Thankfully there was a strong breeze blowing southeast.

[1d6+50] >Anti Material Beam

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP

Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP Tue 27 Oct 2015 17:44:04 No.25242704 Report Delete

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>>25242526
11/12 HP REMAINING!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QqP6C6FoCc
[Indurian] "SIR IVAN! WE MAY STILL BE WITHIN THE REACH OF... WHATEVER THAT MONSTROSITY IS! WE MUST BE UNDERWAY POSTHASTE!!"
>using what little knowledge of the maritime pursuits he'd learned as a youth, the knight began by unfurling the sails
>once the sails had been opened, the knight began pulling at the ropes to catch the southeastern wind
[1d6+2]> E. Melee + Construction & Assault Squad
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Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0

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Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0 Tue 27 Oct 2015 18:15:55 No.25243023 Report Delete

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>>25229629
"Well, I can assure you that I'm more than prepared to take a hands on approach to warmth and comfort."
>Yes, quite prepared
>Grinning, with only a bit of lecherousness in it, Hollow kept a good grip on Shanis' flanks, while trying to keep his eyes on the path towards the outpost, and the clouds in the distance
"Well, while I like to think of myself as a charming and disarming presence...she's been around us for quite some time at this point, and been through a lot of shit, so I guess we just don't bother her anymore...I'm certainly not going to complain about it..."
>Scratching Roust around the ears with an errant wisp, Hollow refocuses his mind on the distance, trying to see as far along the path as possible, to try and pinpoint the exact location and distance of the outpost
>No way in heck I'm gonna be beaten by some storm...all we gotta do is get inside the place and we'll be golden...
[1d6+3] <Master E.o.H.: Psioniton Radar
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[1d6+2] <NVG
[1d6] <E.Wilderness Survival
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 27 Oct 2015 19:13:04 No.25243619 Report Delete

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>>25242054
>Rubbing his eyes, he felt as though he had a bit left in him before he needed another break.
>The book he was reading from however, had plenty more to go for.
"I'll be worth it.."

145/200
[1d6+8] >Research
1/8

FuocoScheletro !!+25lmJC9Bo6

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FuocoScheletro !!+25lmJC9Bo6 Tue 27 Oct 2015 19:38:44 No.25243914 Report Delete

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>>25229850
>>25229629
"Well, that is most disappointing. Here I was expecting we would face some sort of resistance."
>Hmm....
Are there poltergeists in this world? It would be nice to meet another undead. We could chat about what it's like to be dead and walking among meatbags over some nice spaghetti. There's bound to be a kitchen there, right? And what kind of kitchen is there without the ingredients to make some spaghetti?"
"You ponies do have spaghetti in this universe, right? Right???"

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 27 Oct 2015 20:35:39 No.25244666 Report Delete

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>>25243619
>Pinching the bridge of his nose, Lont pressed forward, just that bit more.

157/200
[1d6+8] >Research

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk

The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk Tue 27 Oct 2015 21:44:21 No.25245545 Report Delete

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>>25244666
>Closing the book and neatly stacking it on the tables edge for later reading, he took up his belongings and left the Library, heading northwest towards the Arena.
>"With Constructs in space above our heads, would this mean they know about the Arenas' shackled Rift Construct?

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Introducing the latest in human technology!

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Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I

Ivan Operator !wpiWZwcY4I Wed 28 Oct 2015 00:51:38 No.25247762 Report Delete

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>>25242526
11/12 HP remaining!
>Might not want to shoot at it if it's still alive.
>It can keep the fucking castle, let us leave.
>>25242704
>It's like he thinks I know how to sail.
"I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing, but okay!"
>Rope grabbing seems legit, so I'll help with that.
>Probably need to grab one of the others connected to the sail.
>So I set off on doing that.
[1d6+1]>E. Melee
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