Set six years after season 6, Occupied Equestria presents an alternative history where the Changelings have conquered half of Equestria, while a former Equestrian colony - soured to Princess Twilight's notion of harmony with all creatures because of their encounters with griffins - Invaded and took the other half. In Baltimare and the Equestrian Southeast, the magic of friendship has weakened, as Communists, Changeling infiltrators, Fascists, gangs, and corrupt creepy politicians threaten the city. This role play is based in large part upon the Equestria at War mod for Hearts of Iron 4, and uses D&d 3.5e mechanics
Shimmering Spark, Onyx Steel, and Brie Achtungsex now make the perilous crossing into the Changeling Lands. In Baltimare, Dark Star prepares for his next big assignement, while Silver concludes his mentoring of traumatized foals. Much further away, Iron stands under jeweled nighttime skies, preparing his next move
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>>106226
"I suppose we will see once I have Bits in front of me. Until then, I will think of ideas. I can be creative type, sometimes." Silver stands up. "Come, I have finished reloading magazines. Those skeletons will not crush themselves."
"I suppose we will see once I have Bits in front of me. Until then, I will think of ideas. I can be creative type, sometimes." Silver stands up. "Come, I have finished reloading magazines. Those skeletons will not crush themselves."
>>106225
What's the roll for?
>>106224
Iron, unfazed by pointing out admittedly right morally questionable actions as well as the insinuation of feelings for Cauldron, simply nods.
"I never break my promises."
With that, he looks to Cauldron.
"When you said you did not trust these history ponies, I never thought it was this bad."
What's the roll for?
>>106224
Iron, unfazed by pointing out admittedly right morally questionable actions as well as the insinuation of feelings for Cauldron, simply nods.
"I never break my promises."
With that, he looks to Cauldron.
"When you said you did not trust these history ponies, I never thought it was this bad."
>>106228
Cauldron:
“I thought it was more likely she would slit our throats as we slept and take the money. I did not expect.... whatever the hell that was”
Cauldron:
“I thought it was more likely she would slit our throats as we slept and take the money. I did not expect.... whatever the hell that was”
>>106230
Iron shakes his head.
"And here I thought she was a nice pony. A shame."
Seeing the two expedition ponies tied up, he ponders.
"Do you think anypony would find the tied up ponies here?"
Iron shakes his head.
"And here I thought she was a nice pony. A shame."
Seeing the two expedition ponies tied up, he ponders.
"Do you think anypony would find the tied up ponies here?"
>>106231
"Poor Pups."
Dark Star Looks Genuinely saddend by this sight.
"Lets put them out of their misery."
"Poor Pups."
Dark Star Looks Genuinely saddend by this sight.
"Lets put them out of their misery."
>>106235
He looks around to see who else witnessed the scene that just happened.
(I think there was another bandit around here, maybe.)
He looks around to see who else witnessed the scene that just happened.
(I think there was another bandit around here, maybe.)
>>106239
The areas are mostly rock free, with some rocks existing in the entrance between the catacombs and the quarry, and some dislodged from around the staircase. There are a few bricks elsewhere.
The areas are mostly rock free, with some rocks existing in the entrance between the catacombs and the quarry, and some dislodged from around the staircase. There are a few bricks elsewhere.
>>106237
I thought there was another bandit that must have seen the scene, since my character would have most likely left the ones he punched into unconsciousness alive and tied up.
Iron raises an eyebrow at Pear's comment.
(Is she not concerned she might be labelled a criminal too for torching a pony, no matter if it was a bandit or not?)
He shakes his head and looks at Cauldron.
"It seems we are forced to leave them here, the crazy duo that they are."
Walking over to near the pot stash, he lays down next to it.
"I hope the rest will not be stopped by another pony who has snapped and threatens to kill anypony that he sees."
He taps the floor next to him, beckoning Cauldron to come over.
"We should be safe for now."
I thought there was another bandit that must have seen the scene, since my character would have most likely left the ones he punched into unconsciousness alive and tied up.
Iron raises an eyebrow at Pear's comment.
(Is she not concerned she might be labelled a criminal too for torching a pony, no matter if it was a bandit or not?)
He shakes his head and looks at Cauldron.
"It seems we are forced to leave them here, the crazy duo that they are."
Walking over to near the pot stash, he lays down next to it.
"I hope the rest will not be stopped by another pony who has snapped and threatens to kill anypony that he sees."
He taps the floor next to him, beckoning Cauldron to come over.
"We should be safe for now."
>>106240
Silver grabs some rocks from between the catacombs and quarry, since they proved so useful earlier.
Silver grabs some rocks from between the catacombs and quarry, since they proved so useful earlier.
>>106242
There is probably one. Whether he saw it is another thing. The night is silent and the air is cool, as the two return to the pots. The light of the fire and the moon dim somewhat, giving them a darker spot to rest
There is probably one. Whether he saw it is another thing. The night is silent and the air is cool, as the two return to the pots. The light of the fire and the moon dim somewhat, giving them a darker spot to rest
>>106244
He takes this opportunity to wrap a foreleg around Cauldron's neck, still looking forwards with a smile and a tinge of red on the cheeks.
He takes this opportunity to wrap a foreleg around Cauldron's neck, still looking forwards with a smile and a tinge of red on the cheeks.
>>106249
"Yea,let's get this over with."
Dark Star Drops the Bricks e picked up onto the pupper skeletons
"Yea,let's get this over with."
Dark Star Drops the Bricks e picked up onto the pupper skeletons
>>106248
His reddish eyes is what greets her, matching the color of his cheeks currently as the hair on his head gets pushed to the side.
His hoof that was previously wrapped around her trails back to her cheek, brushing along her smooth coat in the process.
"The night is quite lovely today, is it not?" he dreamily murmurs to Cauldron.
His reddish eyes is what greets her, matching the color of his cheeks currently as the hair on his head gets pushed to the side.
His hoof that was previously wrapped around her trails back to her cheek, brushing along her smooth coat in the process.
"The night is quite lovely today, is it not?" he dreamily murmurs to Cauldron.
>>106252
The coat isn’t quite soft. It’s a bit course, and it’s been a long day. Her coat itself seems a little red, from a red glowing light cast down from the moon. She continues smiling, and looking into his eyes. A cold wind blows now, and she places a hoof in his.
“Yes, it’s quite lovely,” she says, breaking the otherwise perfect silence.
The coat isn’t quite soft. It’s a bit course, and it’s been a long day. Her coat itself seems a little red, from a red glowing light cast down from the moon. She continues smiling, and looking into his eyes. A cold wind blows now, and she places a hoof in his.
“Yes, it’s quite lovely,” she says, breaking the otherwise perfect silence.
>>106253
Should I be worried of the red light from the moon?
Iron simply stays there, feeling the bubbling affection Cauldron has for him that makes his heart flutter. Looking into her blue eyes spark the increase of redness on his cheeks.
(Wait a second... since when does the moon glows red? And what is with this chilling wind?)
As much as he hates to do it, he reluctantly breaks eye contact with Cauldron to glance at the Moon and see what this is about.
Should I be worried of the red light from the moon?
Iron simply stays there, feeling the bubbling affection Cauldron has for him that makes his heart flutter. Looking into her blue eyes spark the increase of redness on his cheeks.
(Wait a second... since when does the moon glows red? And what is with this chilling wind?)
As much as he hates to do it, he reluctantly breaks eye contact with Cauldron to glance at the Moon and see what this is about.
>>106256
In the sky, Venus, the evening star, glows brighter, and red, seemingly aligned with other nearby objects. The moon itself has this tainted color. Large, dark clouds loom, and it seems these sometimes eclipse the moon making the whole land dark. A wind has come down, from the north, and the temperature has dropped considerably
The night is silent. Before there were constant sound shots of crickets, cicadas, frogs, various birds, and other creatures. Now there is nothing but silence. A silence like that of when predators are nearby
In the sky, Venus, the evening star, glows brighter, and red, seemingly aligned with other nearby objects. The moon itself has this tainted color. Large, dark clouds loom, and it seems these sometimes eclipse the moon making the whole land dark. A wind has come down, from the north, and the temperature has dropped considerably
The night is silent. Before there were constant sound shots of crickets, cicadas, frogs, various birds, and other creatures. Now there is nothing but silence. A silence like that of when predators are nearby
>>106259
Aw fuck. I can't believe you've done this.
Yes, it is indeed that one British man getting punch and he says that after meme.
Iron takes off the hoof from Cauldron's cheek as he looks around his surroundings with an alert expression.
"I feel something is coming."
Aw fuck. I can't believe you've done this.
Yes, it is indeed that one British man getting punch and he says that after meme.
Iron takes off the hoof from Cauldron's cheek as he looks around his surroundings with an alert expression.
"I feel something is coming."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lBO23Dh23I
Keep in mind it's only joke and I get where you're going with this.
Keep in mind it's only joke and I get where you're going with this.
>>106266
Shit, don't tell me it was done in extremely poor taste.
I thought it was a sort of funny 'main character is going to kiss the love interest but external factors impede that' kind of setup, which warranted a fake complain that encapsulates the possible frustration that viewers get.
I really meant no offense with it, and I know what is making the wind go colder, too.
Although I don't know if kisses fuel the magic love bomb or it has to be hugs.
Shit, don't tell me it was done in extremely poor taste.
I thought it was a sort of funny 'main character is going to kiss the love interest but external factors impede that' kind of setup, which warranted a fake complain that encapsulates the possible frustration that viewers get.
I really meant no offense with it, and I know what is making the wind go colder, too.
Although I don't know if kisses fuel the magic love bomb or it has to be hugs.
>>106261
Pear decides she hasn’t talked enough. She had been silent the whole trip, and she must think she’s entitled to speak now
“Did you really think you were going to settle down and enjoy that money? The bandits you took it from probably felt the same way, and speed Reciew certainly did. And even before them it was taken by ponies who never were able to retire on it, who probably took it from ponies who mined it through forced labor. And when you get to Saltmane, heh. Surprise! The Fascists will claim it, as will other ponies, before the changelings come in. Never ending war and strife. Greed and self interest, never love for the fellow pony.... your libido does not count. Nothing less than the Windigo crisis saved ponykind from destroying itself before, and it will take nothing less than another windowing crisis, or a Nightmare Moon, to save the world from itself this time. You don’t care for your fellow pony because you feel like you don’t need them. So you fight them for the stuff you want. Only when you really do need your fellow pony to save yourself from something bigger than you, stronger than you - I assure you there are plenty of things out there bigger and stronger than even you - only then will there be peace, harmony, and heroism. Only then will death have more meaning to it than a few measly bits”
>>106269
I actually don’t know
>>106267
A miss
Pear decides she hasn’t talked enough. She had been silent the whole trip, and she must think she’s entitled to speak now
“Did you really think you were going to settle down and enjoy that money? The bandits you took it from probably felt the same way, and speed Reciew certainly did. And even before them it was taken by ponies who never were able to retire on it, who probably took it from ponies who mined it through forced labor. And when you get to Saltmane, heh. Surprise! The Fascists will claim it, as will other ponies, before the changelings come in. Never ending war and strife. Greed and self interest, never love for the fellow pony.... your libido does not count. Nothing less than the Windigo crisis saved ponykind from destroying itself before, and it will take nothing less than another windowing crisis, or a Nightmare Moon, to save the world from itself this time. You don’t care for your fellow pony because you feel like you don’t need them. So you fight them for the stuff you want. Only when you really do need your fellow pony to save yourself from something bigger than you, stronger than you - I assure you there are plenty of things out there bigger and stronger than even you - only then will there be peace, harmony, and heroism. Only then will death have more meaning to it than a few measly bits”
>>106269
I actually don’t know
>>106267
A miss
>>106271
Iron can't help but shiver at the increasingly lower temperatures that feels so alien to him.
He looks at Pear in disbelief.
"You mean to tell me you added yet another enemy to the list in the hopes that ponies rest their differences and fight the thing with friendship?"
Shaking his head, he continues. Hopefully without actually throwing that cold steam from the mouth due to the cold
"Union through necessity only lasts until the need is fulfilled. What makes you think this will have a lasting impact when the last time it happened simply lead us to this point in the future?"
Iron can't help but shiver at the increasingly lower temperatures that feels so alien to him.
He looks at Pear in disbelief.
"You mean to tell me you added yet another enemy to the list in the hopes that ponies rest their differences and fight the thing with friendship?"
Shaking his head, he continues. Hopefully without actually throwing that cold steam from the mouth due to the cold
"Union through necessity only lasts until the need is fulfilled. What makes you think this will have a lasting impact when the last time it happened simply lead us to this point in the future?"
>>106274
She grins, and nods. At least that’s what she seems to be doing. They are a bit further away, and a cloud has obscured the moon, making it harder to read her
“That’s exactly what I’m doing. Nothing else will do it, and it’s worked charmingly before.”
She adds
“Wouldn’t that be good fortune? To create a Golden age that lasts at least a generation, and a silver age for at least another one. I’ll consider myself to have accomplished something worthy of a lifetime, if all I’ve done is to buy a Golden age for a generation.”
The shadow seems to shake her head
“Where there are no heroes to ward off what lurks beyond the terrestrial sphere, the Nightmares return. Without the Tree of Harmony, were always destined to end up at this stage. It’s just a question of whether ponykind, or changelings, finishes them off first.”
The drop in temperature is significant, but also not that significant. About 10 degrees Celsius in only a few minutes, and it may drop further. The leaves of trees start to move as the wind blows, and a set of stars converge on the Evening Star, which continues casting its orangish glow
She grins, and nods. At least that’s what she seems to be doing. They are a bit further away, and a cloud has obscured the moon, making it harder to read her
“That’s exactly what I’m doing. Nothing else will do it, and it’s worked charmingly before.”
She adds
“Wouldn’t that be good fortune? To create a Golden age that lasts at least a generation, and a silver age for at least another one. I’ll consider myself to have accomplished something worthy of a lifetime, if all I’ve done is to buy a Golden age for a generation.”
The shadow seems to shake her head
“Where there are no heroes to ward off what lurks beyond the terrestrial sphere, the Nightmares return. Without the Tree of Harmony, were always destined to end up at this stage. It’s just a question of whether ponykind, or changelings, finishes them off first.”
The drop in temperature is significant, but also not that significant. About 10 degrees Celsius in only a few minutes, and it may drop further. The leaves of trees start to move as the wind blows, and a set of stars converge on the Evening Star, which continues casting its orangish glow
>>106275
Iron, even though she feels absolute disdain from her actions, mainly for endangering Cauldron can't help but sympathize with her.
"Is it really worth sacrificing your bonds with other ponies in misguided altrusim? To relinquish what you believe and destory the world because you did not like what you saw?"
He hugs the now probably scared zebra.
"I know why you had the gall to do this. You are lonely. After all, no actual friends to endanger means you can doom the present without remorse, am I correct?"
Iron, even though she feels absolute disdain from her actions, mainly for endangering Cauldron can't help but sympathize with her.
"Is it really worth sacrificing your bonds with other ponies in misguided altrusim? To relinquish what you believe and destory the world because you did not like what you saw?"
He hugs the now probably scared zebra.
"I know why you had the gall to do this. You are lonely. After all, no actual friends to endanger means you can doom the present without remorse, am I correct?"
>>106276
Yes. Zebra is scared shitless, looking up at the menacing sky
Pear remains silent, the subtleties of her precise reaction lost to the darkness
Yes. Zebra is scared shitless, looking up at the menacing sky
Pear remains silent, the subtleties of her precise reaction lost to the darkness
>>106277
Iron exhales.
"Now, how to activate the friendship power?" he utters to nopony in particular.
He decides to drag Pear and Grant closer to him and Cauldron.
(I know at least that we should be as close as possible to increase the potential of magic friendship.)
Iron exhales.
"Now, how to activate the friendship power?" he utters to nopony in particular.
He decides to drag Pear and Grant closer to him and Cauldron.
(I know at least that we should be as close as possible to increase the potential of magic friendship.)
>>106278
Uh... sure? Grant is bound and tied more neatly. Pear is only bound on the forelegs, and resists being moved
Uh... sure? Grant is bound and tied more neatly. Pear is only bound on the forelegs, and resists being moved
>>106279
Hey. Iron's trying to figure out the magic of friendship. Cut him some slack.
He stops dragging both of them up to the length of two forelegs between the Iron/Caudlron group and them.
Now he turns to Cauldron, both forelegs wrapped around her neck and resting his head next to hers, pulling her in for a tender yet firm hug.
"Do not fret, for I am here for you."
He gently nuzzles the side of her face he rested his head upon. "We can get through this, Cauldron," he whispers to it.
Hey. Iron's trying to figure out the magic of friendship. Cut him some slack.
He stops dragging both of them up to the length of two forelegs between the Iron/Caudlron group and them.
Now he turns to Cauldron, both forelegs wrapped around her neck and resting his head next to hers, pulling her in for a tender yet firm hug.
"Do not fret, for I am here for you."
He gently nuzzles the side of her face he rested his head upon. "We can get through this, Cauldron," he whispers to it.
>>106280
Some banging from behind and an “umph,” and Cauldron does not seem fully convinced
“The fuck are we going to do?”
Some banging from behind and an “umph,” and Cauldron does not seem fully convinced
“The fuck are we going to do?”
>>106281
"The only thing I can think of is to replicate what happened last time this happened."
His hug only gets tighter, as more nuzzling ensues in an attempt to calm her down.
"It seems the windigos do not like friendship, so the thing we need to do is to tap into the bond we have created between us to drive them away."
"The only thing I can think of is to replicate what happened last time this happened."
His hug only gets tighter, as more nuzzling ensues in an attempt to calm her down.
"It seems the windigos do not like friendship, so the thing we need to do is to tap into the bond we have created between us to drive them away."
>>106283
His head leaves her side to look into her blue eyes.
"Remember when I ate in your restaurant? I could not help but admire you for not ratting me out to the ones you probably considered as comrades. You had no reason to cover me up, but you did."
His head leaves her side to look into her blue eyes.
"Remember when I ate in your restaurant? I could not help but admire you for not ratting me out to the ones you probably considered as comrades. You had no reason to cover me up, but you did."
>>106287
Iron's ears flicker but his gaze does not leave Cauldron's eyes.
"And even after our rough start, you offered me a place to stay. You had no reason to do that, too, but you still did."
He can't help but crack a smile even against the odds of freezing to death for the ramblings of a madmare.
"You cared for me when you did not have to. You went along with doing a silly jog through the night and cooking me your delicious food simply to make me feel better."
A slight tilt of the head as his smile widens, the slight expression of fear somewhat apparent on his face either for being this sappy or the impending freezing.
"I cannot help but try to give back."
Iron's ears flicker but his gaze does not leave Cauldron's eyes.
"And even after our rough start, you offered me a place to stay. You had no reason to do that, too, but you still did."
He can't help but crack a smile even against the odds of freezing to death for the ramblings of a madmare.
"You cared for me when you did not have to. You went along with doing a silly jog through the night and cooking me your delicious food simply to make me feel better."
A slight tilt of the head as his smile widens, the slight expression of fear somewhat apparent on his face either for being this sappy or the impending freezing.
"I cannot help but try to give back."
>>106288
She smiles, warmly in contrast to the cool air
“Yes... yes. And thank you. You’ve been a great help these past few days”
She smiles, warmly in contrast to the cool air
“Yes... yes. And thank you. You’ve been a great help these past few days”
>>106289
Iron can't help but blush a little bit from her response.
"Have I really? At most I breezed through a couple of baddies and only now I am trying to give you a new life."
Iron can't help but blush a little bit from her response.
"Have I really? At most I breezed through a couple of baddies and only now I am trying to give you a new life."
>>106290
“Does my hell mean that much to you?” She asks, blushing
“That you would risk your life for that?”
“Does my hell mean that much to you?” She asks, blushing
“That you would risk your life for that?”
>>106291
Iron smiles, gaze soft yet confident.
"Of course it does, because I care about you, Cauldron. You are worth sacrificing the body over for you to reach a better life."
Iron smiles, gaze soft yet confident.
"Of course it does, because I care about you, Cauldron. You are worth sacrificing the body over for you to reach a better life."
>>106292
“That’s... that’s really nice if you. I don’t think I’ve been helped that way by a stallion outside of my familiar before”
“That’s... that’s really nice if you. I don’t think I’ve been helped that way by a stallion outside of my familiar before”
>>106293
"I am glad I am your first, then."
He goes for another hug, full of those warm and fuzzy feelings of love, from the stomach butterfiles to the intense blush on his face.
"I am also glad to have met you."
"I am glad I am your first, then."
He goes for another hug, full of those warm and fuzzy feelings of love, from the stomach butterfiles to the intense blush on his face.
"I am also glad to have met you."
>>106295
He feels content to simply be there, hugging Cauldron after expressing his feelings of gratitude and fondess of her. A hoof traces along her back, feeling the coarse texture while he dreamily smiles with his eyes closed.
"I am happy to be with you, Cauldron."
He feels content to simply be there, hugging Cauldron after expressing his feelings of gratitude and fondess of her. A hoof traces along her back, feeling the coarse texture while he dreamily smiles with his eyes closed.
"I am happy to be with you, Cauldron."
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>>106298
He reciprocates, lightly pressing his side into her.
He half-opens his eyes, lidded in a serene state of being as he awaits either death or salvation, looking at the convergance of her stripes.
(That is quite fitting in this situation.)
He awaits the feeling of the cold on his coat as he inhales deeply, feeling so light, free and happy.
He reciprocates, lightly pressing his side into her.
He half-opens his eyes, lidded in a serene state of being as he awaits either death or salvation, looking at the convergance of her stripes.
(That is quite fitting in this situation.)
He awaits the feeling of the cold on his coat as he inhales deeply, feeling so light, free and happy.
>>106300
More likely he's hoping this makes the windigos go away, but the revelation of she being into him in such a way makes him so happy he accepts this could be his final moments.
More likely he's hoping this makes the windigos go away, but the revelation of she being into him in such a way makes him so happy he accepts this could be his final moments.
>>106304
For the sake of understanding the scene, what was Iron’s last action with Pear? Was it saying something like “you don’t have love” then trying to make the point more firmly by displaying love with Cauldron? Or did I miss something?
For the sake of understanding the scene, what was Iron’s last action with Pear? Was it saying something like “you don’t have love” then trying to make the point more firmly by displaying love with Cauldron? Or did I miss something?
>>106305
More like she's starved of meaningful pony interaction aka she's lonely.
However, his main reason for the displays of affection is mainly to shoo away the windigos since if he shows companionship and affection, he understood that it drives away the windigos. The fact that Pear has to be a somewhat unwilling witness is a coincidence that could either warm her heart into regretting her decision and telling Iron the solution or make her even angrier in worst case scenario.
More like she's starved of meaningful pony interaction aka she's lonely.
However, his main reason for the displays of affection is mainly to shoo away the windigos since if he shows companionship and affection, he understood that it drives away the windigos. The fact that Pear has to be a somewhat unwilling witness is a coincidence that could either warm her heart into regretting her decision and telling Iron the solution or make her even angrier in worst case scenario.
Were my actions really that surprising?
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Is anypony out there?
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It does anypony want to play?
The lack of responses to GM is quite surprising.
>>106314
May as well continue more of the story...
The clouds eclipsing the moon pass, restoring the light. For much of the past several minutes, the evening star has looked strangely like a dead whale in an open blue and black ocean, set upon by a frenzy of circling white sharks, and bathing the water in its blood - as the celestial body, surrounded by nearby glowing white stars cast a reddish glow upon the whole night. Now, it appears that the Evening Star - which for so long bejeweled the night with its especially yellowish glow, now appears to have bled white and lost its color.
Below the stars the dim white light illuminates a land turned upside-down in a bizarre Saturnalia of weather. The wind continues in quick gusts, and the sound of rustling leaves replaces the former symphony of insect and animal noises of the jungle. All sounds of life have ceased. The dark wind blows from beyond the horizon and from above the thickening clouds, sending a chill wind that strips away the jungle heat that was so stifling just minutes before.
It starts to snow. This is not the light snow of first winter, sending large, fluffy snowflakes children try to catch in their mouths. This is not the dense snow of middle winter that covers the land in a thick blanket. Nor is it like a blizard that whites out the sky in an intense bombardment. It is a light snow. The snow flakes are tiny, the size of the tip of a pen, and the snowfall almost resembles a light drizzle. This snow did not come from any cloud, but from the air itself. The humidity of the jungle itself has frozen as it hung in the air. It now falls upon the palm trees, the bananas, the vines, and other tropical foliage.
All of this takes place around Iron and Cauldron as the grasp each other. Though Iron pays attention to none of it, some of it is felt, seen, or intuited regardless. But for all of that, the most interesting thing to take place unbeknownst to Iron over the past several minutes has taken place on the ground.
When Iron had Cauldron tie Pear, she tied her forelegs together. The reas legs were not tied down, nor her forelegs to her chest. When Iron moved Pear, she struggled to the greater extent When Iron locked his eyes on Cauldron, he abandoned his watch over the unsecured prisoner. Even as the quadruped was not able to right herself, she slinked away, inch by inch. She new that in the short grass on the rocky outcropping, not far off, lay the sharped obsidian. She dropped the piece of the Macuahuitl when she went to taught Dr. Grant. She knew approximately where it was. When she reached the still blood soaked glass shard, she rubbed the tie against it. Obsidian breaks along neat fissures, but it does not break as cleanly as polished steel. Along those sharp edges are tiny inconsistencies that give the glass blade an almost serrated quality. All the better for Pear, as it cuts rope nearly as well as it does throats. Soon enough, Pear is free. She does not hide her tail any longer
May as well continue more of the story...
The clouds eclipsing the moon pass, restoring the light. For much of the past several minutes, the evening star has looked strangely like a dead whale in an open blue and black ocean, set upon by a frenzy of circling white sharks, and bathing the water in its blood - as the celestial body, surrounded by nearby glowing white stars cast a reddish glow upon the whole night. Now, it appears that the Evening Star - which for so long bejeweled the night with its especially yellowish glow, now appears to have bled white and lost its color.
Below the stars the dim white light illuminates a land turned upside-down in a bizarre Saturnalia of weather. The wind continues in quick gusts, and the sound of rustling leaves replaces the former symphony of insect and animal noises of the jungle. All sounds of life have ceased. The dark wind blows from beyond the horizon and from above the thickening clouds, sending a chill wind that strips away the jungle heat that was so stifling just minutes before.
It starts to snow. This is not the light snow of first winter, sending large, fluffy snowflakes children try to catch in their mouths. This is not the dense snow of middle winter that covers the land in a thick blanket. Nor is it like a blizard that whites out the sky in an intense bombardment. It is a light snow. The snow flakes are tiny, the size of the tip of a pen, and the snowfall almost resembles a light drizzle. This snow did not come from any cloud, but from the air itself. The humidity of the jungle itself has frozen as it hung in the air. It now falls upon the palm trees, the bananas, the vines, and other tropical foliage.
All of this takes place around Iron and Cauldron as the grasp each other. Though Iron pays attention to none of it, some of it is felt, seen, or intuited regardless. But for all of that, the most interesting thing to take place unbeknownst to Iron over the past several minutes has taken place on the ground.
When Iron had Cauldron tie Pear, she tied her forelegs together. The reas legs were not tied down, nor her forelegs to her chest. When Iron moved Pear, she struggled to the greater extent When Iron locked his eyes on Cauldron, he abandoned his watch over the unsecured prisoner. Even as the quadruped was not able to right herself, she slinked away, inch by inch. She new that in the short grass on the rocky outcropping, not far off, lay the sharped obsidian. She dropped the piece of the Macuahuitl when she went to taught Dr. Grant. She knew approximately where it was. When she reached the still blood soaked glass shard, she rubbed the tie against it. Obsidian breaks along neat fissures, but it does not break as cleanly as polished steel. Along those sharp edges are tiny inconsistencies that give the glass blade an almost serrated quality. All the better for Pear, as it cuts rope nearly as well as it does throats. Soon enough, Pear is free. She does not hide her tail any longer
[1d20+9 = 21]
>>106318
Indeed he is. Speaking of, Silver works the bolt on his rifle, and fires again.
>>106318
Indeed he is. Speaking of, Silver works the bolt on his rifle, and fires again.
>>106317
Uh oh, yet again. This is what I get from panicking.
Iron ears flicker at the little snowflakes falling on them.
(Wait a second, why have I not heard any sort of monster screech all this time? It should have appeared by now that it has entered this stage, right?)
Iron cracks an eye open to watch the still empty but snowy surroundings.
Uh oh, yet again. This is what I get from panicking.
Iron ears flicker at the little snowflakes falling on them.
(Wait a second, why have I not heard any sort of monster screech all this time? It should have appeared by now that it has entered this stage, right?)
Iron cracks an eye open to watch the still empty but snowy surroundings.
>>106323
Iron won't admit it, but he flinches a little bit when the presumed Pear uttered those words.
He slowly cranes his head back to the voice, uneasy and conflicted from the partial validity of her ideas his action has given her.
"I wanted it to be a surprise when we got back."
Iron won't admit it, but he flinches a little bit when the presumed Pear uttered those words.
He slowly cranes his head back to the voice, uneasy and conflicted from the partial validity of her ideas his action has given her.
"I wanted it to be a surprise when we got back."
>>106324
“Only when you have no time left, do you discover you have time enough for love. Those pots of gold and jewelry don’t matter so much anymore, do they now?”
“Only when you have no time left, do you discover you have time enough for love. Those pots of gold and jewelry don’t matter so much anymore, do they now?”
>>106325
"I suppose they do not when faced with possible imminent death from ghost things that freeze you unless you go out of the way to display affection."
He looks back to the somewhat peaceful Cauldron.
"But the pots grant us the ability to influence the world around us for the betterment of the holders. To expand the available options a pony can decide on. Of course I will not care when death is close, since we would never have the chance to use it for our goals."
"I suppose they do not when faced with possible imminent death from ghost things that freeze you unless you go out of the way to display affection."
He looks back to the somewhat peaceful Cauldron.
"But the pots grant us the ability to influence the world around us for the betterment of the holders. To expand the available options a pony can decide on. Of course I will not care when death is close, since we would never have the chance to use it for our goals."
>>106326
“You’ve been ‘influencing the world around you’ the whole day. Already have several murders, desecration of a grave site, destruction of a temple, and not a dime in liquid cash. All that and you still didn’t think you were close to completing your goal of love. Do you need money to be a friend? Do you need big pots of gold to buy love? And if you really think you do, was love or friendship really your goal?”
“You’ve been ‘influencing the world around you’ the whole day. Already have several murders, desecration of a grave site, destruction of a temple, and not a dime in liquid cash. All that and you still didn’t think you were close to completing your goal of love. Do you need money to be a friend? Do you need big pots of gold to buy love? And if you really think you do, was love or friendship really your goal?”
>>106327
Iron stares at Pear as if he has insulted him.
"It is not simply about 'buying love', Pear. It is fueled by the desire to help her out!"
He stomps the forehoof further from Cauldron into the ground.
"I did it all for her!"
Iron stares at Pear as if he has insulted him.
"It is not simply about 'buying love', Pear. It is fueled by the desire to help her out!"
He stomps the forehoof further from Cauldron into the ground.
"I did it all for her!"
>>106328
“Then know that what I did, I did for all of you.”
She pauses for a moment
“These cavern entrances were thought to be gates to the underworld... you’d best vacate from here”
“Then know that what I did, I did for all of you.”
She pauses for a moment
“These cavern entrances were thought to be gates to the underworld... you’d best vacate from here”
[2d8 = 12]
>>106329
Iron can't help but be confused, but believes it to be the best outcome in all honesty.
Standing up while propping Cauldron to her hooves herself, he casually goes for the pots and starts doing the whole tying up thing.
Iron can't help but be confused, but believes it to be the best outcome in all honesty.
Standing up while propping Cauldron to her hooves herself, he casually goes for the pots and starts doing the whole tying up thing.
>>106332
The pots are still there, lying on the ground
Cauldron: “you’re still going for those?”
Pear vacillates, but ultimately decides to go back for Dr. Grant, and very quickly slices the two ties binding him, whispers something, then prances off into the forest
The pots are still there, lying on the ground
Cauldron: “you’re still going for those?”
Pear vacillates, but ultimately decides to go back for Dr. Grant, and very quickly slices the two ties binding him, whispers something, then prances off into the forest
>>106333
Iron looks back to Cauldron, determined yet with a slight tinge of guilt.
"I am," he answers stubbornly as he does the whole pot bondage activity. "I made a promise to you and I am not going to back down from it."
Iron looks back to Cauldron, determined yet with a slight tinge of guilt.
"I am," he answers stubbornly as he does the whole pot bondage activity. "I made a promise to you and I am not going to back down from it."
>>106334
The binds are still there, ready to be placed on. The wind continues blowing
“How does this change our plans?”
From off in the distance, there is s rumble, and a great number of birds fly into the air. Parrots, macaws, larks, they fly at in hordes into the sky with ‘caws’ that ring loudly. As soon as they leave the trees, many, or perhaps most of them are caught by the wind, swept away, or cast back into the trees. But the few that can manage dare not return below the trees, to that shelter where they avoided the winds just moments before
The binds are still there, ready to be placed on. The wind continues blowing
“How does this change our plans?”
From off in the distance, there is s rumble, and a great number of birds fly into the air. Parrots, macaws, larks, they fly at in hordes into the sky with ‘caws’ that ring loudly. As soon as they leave the trees, many, or perhaps most of them are caught by the wind, swept away, or cast back into the trees. But the few that can manage dare not return below the trees, to that shelter where they avoided the winds just moments before
>>106335
Iron darts his head from side to side sporadically, not believing what she's saying, slowing his resolve down to pick up the binds of the pots.
"What about the whole new business we talked about earlier?"
Iron darts his head from side to side sporadically, not believing what she's saying, slowing his resolve down to pick up the binds of the pots.
"What about the whole new business we talked about earlier?"
>>106336
For a full moment, she looks at Iron, silent. Then she speaks
“You’re right. We’ve gone too far to back down.”
She picks up a pot, and starts to tie it to Iron
The ground shakes in a loud quake
Roll balance
For a full moment, she looks at Iron, silent. Then she speaks
“You’re right. We’ve gone too far to back down.”
She picks up a pot, and starts to tie it to Iron
The ground shakes in a loud quake
Roll balance
[1d20 = 9]
>>106338
Iron can't help but feel off about her previous outburst, but the shaking ground prevents him from thinking it any further.
Now, rolling balance. As expected,
there's no dex bonus or ranks in it.
>>106338
Iron can't help but feel off about her previous outburst, but the shaking ground prevents him from thinking it any further.
Now, rolling balance. As expected,
there's no dex bonus or ranks in it.
[1d2 = 2]
>>106339
Iron trembles, and half falls before catching himself with spread legs
“Hurry though”
>>106339
Iron trembles, and half falls before catching himself with spread legs
“Hurry though”
>>106341
From the cavern itself comes a piercing shriek, and a loud “ROAR!”
Grant stumbles over himself, and flees into the forest
From the cavern itself comes a piercing shriek, and a loud “ROAR!”
Grant stumbles over himself, and flees into the forest
Aw fuck.
Iron's ears flicker and he hurries even more in strapping all those pots, as well as trying to catch a glance at what in the everloving heck just made that sound.
Hopefully this is the last turn he has to do this.
Iron's ears flicker and he hurries even more in strapping all those pots, as well as trying to catch a glance at what in the everloving heck just made that sound.
Hopefully this is the last turn he has to do this.
I wrote a lot, then an extremely belligerent defense attorney came in and that was an experience... it was lost when I opened my phone again
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Just... Dear God
>>106346
I'm expecting, like, a 3 paragraph description of the creature, with at least six lines of text each.
Also, that defense attorney can go fuck right off. I never expected those guys to be such douches.
I'm expecting, like, a 3 paragraph description of the creature, with at least six lines of text each.
Also, that defense attorney can go fuck right off. I never expected those guys to be such douches.
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>>106347
>three paragraph description of the creature
>description of the creature
>the creature
You’re adorable
another fun thing came up, this time involving a guy who somehow managed to get as far as a completion of a pretrial diversion on a criminal case before it was noticed that he gave a different person’s name when he was arrested
>three paragraph description of the creature
>description of the creature
>the creature
You’re adorable
another fun thing came up, this time involving a guy who somehow managed to get as far as a completion of a pretrial diversion on a criminal case before it was noticed that he gave a different person’s name when he was arrested
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[1d20+9 = 22]
>>106337
Anyways, might as well roll for Silver's next attack for when Starry boi comes back.
"Это один вниз." Silver works the sweet instrument in his hooves, and fires a shot at the other wolf skeleton.
>>106337
Anyways, might as well roll for Silver's next attack for when Starry boi comes back.
"Это один вниз." Silver works the sweet instrument in his hooves, and fires a shot at the other wolf skeleton.
>>106343
Iron’s eyes rest upon the three big black rocks of the cave entrance, covered with snow, and illuminated by a strobing blue light. Snow, coming in thick and sideways, rising away from the entrance in flurries like dust stirred by a wind. Iron can see noting but blackness coming from the entrance itself.
The formerly blood red skies above are covered in clouds, which stretch high into the stratosphere as great cumulonimbi. Lightning jumps between clouds in a near constant stream, bathing the jungle in flashing blue light. Iron might feel as if he were inside of a Tesla coil - a child’s plaything - if the globe of a Tesla coil engulfed the whole world, from horizon to horizon.
The whole scene is distorted as if by static by layers of snow that land on the palm trees and rubber plants, which shake off the snow with their reverberations in the wind, only to be covered again. Thus the whole juggle appears as s strange blur of constantly moving and flashing green, blue, and white.
Iron’s eyes rest upon the three big black rocks of the cave entrance, covered with snow, and illuminated by a strobing blue light. Snow, coming in thick and sideways, rising away from the entrance in flurries like dust stirred by a wind. Iron can see noting but blackness coming from the entrance itself.
The formerly blood red skies above are covered in clouds, which stretch high into the stratosphere as great cumulonimbi. Lightning jumps between clouds in a near constant stream, bathing the jungle in flashing blue light. Iron might feel as if he were inside of a Tesla coil - a child’s plaything - if the globe of a Tesla coil engulfed the whole world, from horizon to horizon.
The whole scene is distorted as if by static by layers of snow that land on the palm trees and rubber plants, which shake off the snow with their reverberations in the wind, only to be covered again. Thus the whole juggle appears as s strange blur of constantly moving and flashing green, blue, and white.
>>106355
Oh gee golly, so the actual danger is still freezing.
Dangit I thought the windigos were a trick to distract Iron and make her escape.
I hope you don't mind I assume the pot collecting is done.
Iron can't help but feel a sense of pure dread encapsulate his whole being from the scene, making him shiver far more than the cold could ever achieve.
Making sure to fasten the last of the pots on his person, he looks to Cauldron.
"Where should we go now?"
Oh gee golly, so the actual danger is still freezing.
Dangit I thought the windigos were a trick to distract Iron and make her escape.
I hope you don't mind I assume the pot collecting is done.
Iron can't help but feel a sense of pure dread encapsulate his whole being from the scene, making him shiver far more than the cold could ever achieve.
Making sure to fasten the last of the pots on his person, he looks to Cauldron.
"Where should we go now?"
>>106356
“I... don’t know”
Lightning flashes, wind, and snow. Black Cauldron’s blacker stripes are increasingly hidden under snow that rests upon her body
“I... don’t know”
Lightning flashes, wind, and snow. Black Cauldron’s blacker stripes are increasingly hidden under snow that rests upon her body
>>106357
Iron shrugs.
"I know where."
He grabs Cauldron by the hoof in case they get lost somehow in the snow.
"We are getting out of here!"
With that, he runs out in a straight line at a not so fast 60 feet per turn.
(As long as we do not run in circles, we should be fine. I hope I do not get a cold from this.)
Yes. I have sinned. The hoofholding out of wedlock was absolutely necessary.
Iron shrugs.
"I know where."
He grabs Cauldron by the hoof in case they get lost somehow in the snow.
"We are getting out of here!"
With that, he runs out in a straight line at a not so fast 60 feet per turn.
(As long as we do not run in circles, we should be fine. I hope I do not get a cold from this.)
Yes. I have sinned. The hoofholding out of wedlock was absolutely necessary.
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I'm dying from all the suspense of the mist is giving me.
Does Pear know what's going on? Why is she trying to be a priestess of death? Will she survive and live on as its new vessel or succumb to death?
What about the PC/Honorary PC NPC duo. Will they make it well? Suffer from some sort of affliction? Be plagued by thoughts of pure destruction and the killing of everypony they don't care about?
A player's mind can spawn a lot of ideas when in this sort of panicky state.
Does Pear know what's going on? Why is she trying to be a priestess of death? Will she survive and live on as its new vessel or succumb to death?
What about the PC/Honorary PC NPC duo. Will they make it well? Suffer from some sort of affliction? Be plagued by thoughts of pure destruction and the killing of everypony they don't care about?
A player's mind can spawn a lot of ideas when in this sort of panicky state.
Okay, I am out of work now I had to stay late in a futile attempt to complete some research
>>106354
It cracks a pair of ribs, but it is not dead
>>106354
It cracks a pair of ribs, but it is not dead
>>106358
And the overladen Iron tries to make his way through the end of the outcropping, and into the forest, he is battered by a piercing cold wind that howls like the hounds of hell. The pots jingle like coins in a pocket, and both sounds compete with the thunder, which sounds like a drum beat, each new blast coming in long before the last has concluded. The almost suffocating humidity of the junbgle air has been replaced by a cold dryness that makes it difficult for Iron to keep his eyes open.
The two trod into the edges of the forest. Walking through the rainforest is risky under the best of circumstances. Diseases and, animals, and monsters hide under its thick, tall canopy, and the jungles swallow up many travelers and adventurers each year. While these edges are illuminated by the strobes of lightning, Iron and cauldron go in further to a realm of darkness, dark even in daytime. The drum beat of thunder shakes the lower foliage, even that which is sheltered from some of the winds by the thick canopy. Snow trickles down, stopped by the canopy,but shaken off as the trees shake in the wind. Lightning hits trees, and some fall to the ground from the winds.
And the overladen Iron tries to make his way through the end of the outcropping, and into the forest, he is battered by a piercing cold wind that howls like the hounds of hell. The pots jingle like coins in a pocket, and both sounds compete with the thunder, which sounds like a drum beat, each new blast coming in long before the last has concluded. The almost suffocating humidity of the junbgle air has been replaced by a cold dryness that makes it difficult for Iron to keep his eyes open.
The two trod into the edges of the forest. Walking through the rainforest is risky under the best of circumstances. Diseases and, animals, and monsters hide under its thick, tall canopy, and the jungles swallow up many travelers and adventurers each year. While these edges are illuminated by the strobes of lightning, Iron and cauldron go in further to a realm of darkness, dark even in daytime. The drum beat of thunder shakes the lower foliage, even that which is sheltered from some of the winds by the thick canopy. Snow trickles down, stopped by the canopy,but shaken off as the trees shake in the wind. Lightning hits trees, and some fall to the ground from the winds.
>>106362
"I wonder if Curwhinny could have predicted how advanced firearms would become, when he first made these undead." Silver pulls the bolt back on the empty rifle, lines a new clip up, and pushes the new rounds into the rifle.
"I wonder if Curwhinny could have predicted how advanced firearms would become, when he first made these undead." Silver pulls the bolt back on the empty rifle, lines a new clip up, and pushes the new rounds into the rifle.
>>106363
Iron ponders his options, turning to Cauldron.
"Do you have a magic thing to start fires or something to at least light the way forward?"
Unless flashlight machine broke,
of course.
Iron ponders his options, turning to Cauldron.
"Do you have a magic thing to start fires or something to at least light the way forward?"
Unless flashlight machine broke,
of course.
>>106366
Iron can't help but widen his eyes at the imposing sound.
"Definitely going away from that noise!"
He starts the run again while hoofholding Cauldron along.
Iron can't help but widen his eyes at the imposing sound.
"Definitely going away from that noise!"
He starts the run again while hoofholding Cauldron along.
>>106367
It’s an awkward run. Iron is weighed down by the massive pots, considerably slowing him. Plants and bushes get in the way, as do dead trees. Iron almost stumbles over a dead dear, bleeding from its eyes
It’s an awkward run. Iron is weighed down by the massive pots, considerably slowing him. Plants and bushes get in the way, as do dead trees. Iron almost stumbles over a dead dear, bleeding from its eyes
>>106368
As expected.
Iron's sense of dread intensifies over the dead bear whose eyes are bleeding while he tries to run away from it.
(What is going on?!)
"Cauldron, close your eyes! I'll guide us through!"
As expected.
Iron's sense of dread intensifies over the dead bear whose eyes are bleeding while he tries to run away from it.
(What is going on?!)
"Cauldron, close your eyes! I'll guide us through!"
[1d20 = 13]
[1d20 = 7]
[1d20 = 8]
>>106370
>Three luck rolls
Holy shiet. It's like you're asking for disaster.
Wish me luck.
[1d20 = 7]
[1d20 = 8]
>>106370
>Three luck rolls
Holy shiet. It's like you're asking for disaster.
Wish me luck.
>>106371
Iron trudges up the side of the hill as lightning crashes down around him. From behind, he hears something. Something big. If he were a bit more familiar with the scene, it could be compared to a steam freight train at full speed, charging towards them. Iron crests the top of the hill, and sees through the canopy the lake guarded by the Wirraway. Beyond it is a hill, and the River
Iron trudges up the side of the hill as lightning crashes down around him. From behind, he hears something. Something big. If he were a bit more familiar with the scene, it could be compared to a steam freight train at full speed, charging towards them. Iron crests the top of the hill, and sees through the canopy the lake guarded by the Wirraway. Beyond it is a hill, and the River
>>106375
"И закончил!" Silver lowers his rifle. As far as he knows, those were the last undead within the catacombs, aside from Curwhinny, sealed away in his sarcophagus.
"И закончил!" Silver lowers his rifle. As far as he knows, those were the last undead within the catacombs, aside from Curwhinny, sealed away in his sarcophagus.
>>106378
I don't like how Dark Star stays around a couple days, then disappears for long periods of time lasting weeks, and I don't like breaking up Iron's story in small parts across days...
I don't like how Dark Star stays around a couple days, then disappears for long periods of time lasting weeks, and I don't like breaking up Iron's story in small parts across days...
>>106381
I understand that frustration. I've dealt with it plenty of times, and it can get very aggravating when you feel like you're stuck someplace with your wheels spinning. I would say to just have Dark Star leave to go do some more planning on his upcoming mission so he doesn't hold everything up, but I don't know if Dark Star is going to be gone for only a couple days or a couple weeks. Fingers crossed he shows up this weekend, at least.
>After a character says “you should leave here. It’s literally a gateway to Hell and I expect the God of Death to be coming out very soon,” he literally “casually,” yes, “casually” goes to try to spend ten fucking minutes staring in front of the gate of hell to encumber himself to make it hard to run away as the apocalypse is happening in the middle of nowhere
I guess we know what his priorities are, at least? I'd probably just GTFO in that situation, but it would be hard leaving behind THAT much potential money. Which I suppose is why he's taking it.
I understand that frustration. I've dealt with it plenty of times, and it can get very aggravating when you feel like you're stuck someplace with your wheels spinning. I would say to just have Dark Star leave to go do some more planning on his upcoming mission so he doesn't hold everything up, but I don't know if Dark Star is going to be gone for only a couple days or a couple weeks. Fingers crossed he shows up this weekend, at least.
>After a character says “you should leave here. It’s literally a gateway to Hell and I expect the God of Death to be coming out very soon,” he literally “casually,” yes, “casually” goes to try to spend ten fucking minutes staring in front of the gate of hell to encumber himself to make it hard to run away as the apocalypse is happening in the middle of nowhere
I guess we know what his priorities are, at least? I'd probably just GTFO in that situation, but it would be hard leaving behind THAT much potential money. Which I suppose is why he's taking it.
>>106382
I’m going to be out both this weekend and next weekend, then court starts back up again that next week
I’m going to be out both this weekend and next weekend, then court starts back up again that next week
>>106379
>>106382
Sorry about the whole not being up until GM goes to sleep. I haven't been sleeping properly. Yesterday I think I only slept like 2 or 3 hours.
>mfw when my actions communicate I am not actually scared of the thing.
Iron is indeed encumbering himself because he is stubborn and won't leave behind what he won and want to use for Cauldron.
He knows it's a huge risk, but he has to try. Also yes, I am indeed scared.
Although the creature literally charging towards Iron and Cauldron is going to be quite tougher to deal with now. Thankfully it's a jungle,
so there should be obstacles to halt its advance.
>>106374
Iron, seeing the Wirraway in front of him, has an idea.
With Cauldron in hoof and pots on him, he bolts to it, being sure to swerve behind any sort of trees in order to weaken the charge the creature is doing by having the crash against them instead of him and Cauldron.
"Cauldron! I can see the Wirraway! Do you think you can manage to use the weapon back there?!"
>>106382
Sorry about the whole not being up until GM goes to sleep. I haven't been sleeping properly. Yesterday I think I only slept like 2 or 3 hours.
>mfw when my actions communicate I am not actually scared of the thing.
Iron is indeed encumbering himself because he is stubborn and won't leave behind what he won and want to use for Cauldron.
He knows it's a huge risk, but he has to try. Also yes, I am indeed scared.
Although the creature literally charging towards Iron and Cauldron is going to be quite tougher to deal with now. Thankfully it's a jungle,
so there should be obstacles to halt its advance.
>>106374
Iron, seeing the Wirraway in front of him, has an idea.
With Cauldron in hoof and pots on him, he bolts to it, being sure to swerve behind any sort of trees in order to weaken the charge the creature is doing by having the crash against them instead of him and Cauldron.
"Cauldron! I can see the Wirraway! Do you think you can manage to use the weapon back there?!"
>>106387
Cauldron yells at Iron, clearly exasperated
“RUN FASTER, DAMN IT!”
She nimbly darts over bushes and fallen trees, while Iron has much more difficulty dealing with the undergrowth. The deep rain forests, thankfully, are clearer than the bush or smaller canopied forests. The dense canopies 30 meters up block out the sunlight, killing smaller plants that would normally constitute undergrowth, and impede any movement. Half the time, Iron traverses in sheer darkness that makes it impossible to see the trees in front of him. Half the time, all glows in blue light from lightning that manages to shine through the canopy. Sometimes, the lightning pierced through the canopy itself, hitting trees, and sending them crashing down.
Cauldron answer Iron's question with another question
“Against what?”
Iron walls over more than one great, colorful dead bird. Their hollow-boned skeletons have been smashed to pieces when the wind blew them into trees.
Cauldron yells at Iron, clearly exasperated
“RUN FASTER, DAMN IT!”
She nimbly darts over bushes and fallen trees, while Iron has much more difficulty dealing with the undergrowth. The deep rain forests, thankfully, are clearer than the bush or smaller canopied forests. The dense canopies 30 meters up block out the sunlight, killing smaller plants that would normally constitute undergrowth, and impede any movement. Half the time, Iron traverses in sheer darkness that makes it impossible to see the trees in front of him. Half the time, all glows in blue light from lightning that manages to shine through the canopy. Sometimes, the lightning pierced through the canopy itself, hitting trees, and sending them crashing down.
Cauldron answer Iron's question with another question
“Against what?”
Iron walls over more than one great, colorful dead bird. Their hollow-boned skeletons have been smashed to pieces when the wind blew them into trees.
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>>106394
I hope nothing's wrong with me,
cuz hotdamn I have made a lot of mistakes today.
>>106388
"I am trying!"
Iron, clearly troubled by all the terrain issues and even more sudden dead bodies of the fauna, starts to think this is not something bullets are going to solve.
"NEVERMIND! We keep moving towards the River! Maybe if we follow it, we can get out of this god's range!"
With that, he changes course towards it.
(Maybe the Wirraway will fend it off? I hope so.)
I hope nothing's wrong with me,
cuz hotdamn I have made a lot of mistakes today.
>>106388
"I am trying!"
Iron, clearly troubled by all the terrain issues and even more sudden dead bodies of the fauna, starts to think this is not something bullets are going to solve.
"NEVERMIND! We keep moving towards the River! Maybe if we follow it, we can get out of this god's range!"
With that, he changes course towards it.
(Maybe the Wirraway will fend it off? I hope so.)
>>106395
Through an opening to web in the canopy by a falling tree, Iron sees the other hill, and the lake, which has frozen over in the cold. The lake is in the way of the transit to the opposing hill
Through an opening to web in the canopy by a falling tree, Iron sees the other hill, and the lake, which has frozen over in the cold. The lake is in the way of the transit to the opposing hill
>>106396
I assume the hill is where I should be going in terms of running to civilization.
Praying the balance checks help me. Also possibly luck depending on
Iron, desperate to get away from this, tries to go to the other hill without much hesitation crossing through the lake.
(I cannot stop, for it may catch me!)
I assume the hill is where I should be going in terms of running to civilization.
Praying the balance checks help me. Also possibly luck depending on
Iron, desperate to get away from this, tries to go to the other hill without much hesitation crossing through the lake.
(I cannot stop, for it may catch me!)
>>106397
As Iron nears the lake, he looses sight of it through the canopy. The trees steadily become smaller, and so the undergrowth becomes thicker, making travel more difficult. Cauldron goes ahead of Iron and tries to quickly slash vines and bushes out of the way. As the trees become smaller the roar of the winds becomes greater, and the bushes shake.
Iron comes to the lake side. There is some snow build up on the lake surface, though most of what falls down is swept away immediately by the winds. It’s getting hard to see the other side. The sky remains a realm of electric blue fire, while a number of lightning strikes are sent down into the forest canopies
As Iron nears the lake, he looses sight of it through the canopy. The trees steadily become smaller, and so the undergrowth becomes thicker, making travel more difficult. Cauldron goes ahead of Iron and tries to quickly slash vines and bushes out of the way. As the trees become smaller the roar of the winds becomes greater, and the bushes shake.
Iron comes to the lake side. There is some snow build up on the lake surface, though most of what falls down is swept away immediately by the winds. It’s getting hard to see the other side. The sky remains a realm of electric blue fire, while a number of lightning strikes are sent down into the forest canopies
>>106398
Iron, seeing how the animals' eyes bled out for standing still, prays to whatever god controls the water and starts walking on the ice to cross the other side faster.
(I do not want to imagine what happened to those poor creatures.)
Iron, seeing how the animals' eyes bled out for standing still, prays to whatever god controls the water and starts walking on the ice to cross the other side faster.
(I do not want to imagine what happened to those poor creatures.)
>>106399
Cauldron lopes on out ahead of Iron as they both run towards the center of the small lake. Over towards their right, and on the other side, the Wirraway sits submerged as a silent guardian.
Iron is now exposed, and he feels the full, cold wind against him. The ruined town is up there, on the hill. And again, Iron feels as if he is inside of a planet-sized Tesla coil orb, played with by supernatural forces the same way a child in science class would. Blizzard snow makes his vision appear as if in static.
Cauldron lopes on out ahead of Iron as they both run towards the center of the small lake. Over towards their right, and on the other side, the Wirraway sits submerged as a silent guardian.
Iron is now exposed, and he feels the full, cold wind against him. The ruined town is up there, on the hill. And again, Iron feels as if he is inside of a planet-sized Tesla coil orb, played with by supernatural forces the same way a child in science class would. Blizzard snow makes his vision appear as if in static.
>>106400
Does that include having a fuzzy coat and mane?
As the fuzziness of Iron's coat both from the cold and the static, Iron's worry levels increases as his own sight acquires a static effect.
(Wirraway give us strength!) he thinks to himself as he bolts towards it.
Does that include having a fuzzy coat and mane?
As the fuzziness of Iron's coat both from the cold and the static, Iron's worry levels increases as his own sight acquires a static effect.
(Wirraway give us strength!) he thinks to himself as he bolts towards it.
>>106401
There is no static in the air that is not related to the constant aggressive lightning strikes, and if Iron’s cost really is rising from a sudden surge of static electricity, then Iron should be fucking terrified.
There is no static in the air that is not related to the constant aggressive lightning strikes, and if Iron’s cost really is rising from a sudden surge of static electricity, then Iron should be fucking terrified.
>>106402
Big native not smart.
Iron may see his hair as more pointy than usual for how scared he is.
Still, the Wirraway calls him in a vain hope that it will help him.
Big native not smart.
Iron may see his hair as more pointy than usual for how scared he is.
Still, the Wirraway calls him in a vain hope that it will help him.
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Okay, I am back
Is Iron kill?
>>106411
I guess? But I can say that it doesn’t look like Dark Star will show and who knows how long that could be
>>106411
I guess? But I can say that it doesn’t look like Dark Star will show and who knows how long that could be
>>106412
In that case, it would be a good idea.
I will ill miss this dank place when we depart. Silver makes his way back out to his cart, still full of supplies he bought earlier. "Really thought I would use all of this today. Suppose I have all of this for rainy day."
Still though, it's in the way of his work. He drops his supplies off in the farm's basement while he takes the cart back into the catacombs.
So, I suppose he can take his time to put as many books as he can into cart, since there's no more undead...I think.
In that case, it would be a good idea.
I will ill miss this dank place when we depart. Silver makes his way back out to his cart, still full of supplies he bought earlier. "Really thought I would use all of this today. Suppose I have all of this for rainy day."
Still though, it's in the way of his work. He drops his supplies off in the farm's basement while he takes the cart back into the catacombs.
So, I suppose he can take his time to put as many books as he can into cart, since there's no more undead...I think.
>>106415
Silver wiggles and forces his cart through the narrow turns of the catacomb tunnels, into the subterranean structure
Silver wiggles and forces his cart through the narrow turns of the catacomb tunnels, into the subterranean structure
>>106416
I am very glad I bought this cart. The catacombs (likely) seem quiet now, with the lack of undead menace. Silver is very glad for it.
He stops at the library, and begins to remove books from their shelves and onto his cart. Surely it can not take more than couple more trips to finish this.
I am very glad I bought this cart. The catacombs (likely) seem quiet now, with the lack of undead menace. Silver is very glad for it.
He stops at the library, and begins to remove books from their shelves and onto his cart. Surely it can not take more than couple more trips to finish this.
>>106417
In fairness, they were quiet before. A bit damp, and fairly cool
There are not many books left
In fairness, they were quiet before. A bit damp, and fairly cool
There are not many books left
>>106418
Silver continues, until either his cart can't take any more, or until the shelves are empty.
Silver continues, until either his cart can't take any more, or until the shelves are empty.
>>106421
I suppose I will have to be careful while proceeding forward. I might be able to keep it in cart with magic, I do not know. He'll have to come back for what books he can salvage from the burnt library, but for now he heads back on the way to the Grand Baltimare Hotel.
I suppose I will have to be careful while proceeding forward. I might be able to keep it in cart with magic, I do not know. He'll have to come back for what books he can salvage from the burnt library, but for now he heads back on the way to the Grand Baltimare Hotel.
>>106424
"Phew! That was workout!" Silver unhitches himself from his cart to bring some books inside.
"Phew! That was workout!" Silver unhitches himself from his cart to bring some books inside.
>>106426
"Nothing like hard day's work!" He heads for Blue's office, figuring that would be the best place to drop the books off.
"Nothing like hard day's work!" He heads for Blue's office, figuring that would be the best place to drop the books off.
>>106427
>>106401
Iron gallops with all that he can for how heavy he is, and he is very heavy. The ruins are in sight over the top of the hill, and the Wirraway is much closer. Cauldron lopes over the ice, jumping though snow, ahead of Iron. They are a little more than half way over the lake when it happens. It’s hard to hear over the drumbeat if thunder, but there is a distinct crack under Cauldron, who jumps up away, and Iron cones after her. The ice breaks under Iron’s right hoof first, causing him to break through to the water underneath, and loose balance, the left one breaks through, then his whole body slides forward towards the water. Into the water
>>106401
Iron gallops with all that he can for how heavy he is, and he is very heavy. The ruins are in sight over the top of the hill, and the Wirraway is much closer. Cauldron lopes over the ice, jumping though snow, ahead of Iron. They are a little more than half way over the lake when it happens. It’s hard to hear over the drumbeat if thunder, but there is a distinct crack under Cauldron, who jumps up away, and Iron cones after her. The ice breaks under Iron’s right hoof first, causing him to break through to the water underneath, and loose balance, the left one breaks through, then his whole body slides forward towards the water. Into the water
>>106432
If Silver was a more immature pony, he might have commented on the phrasing of that sentence. "Got another cartload of books for you. Outside of hooffull of books I have yet to recover from burned library, this is it."
If Silver was a more immature pony, he might have commented on the phrasing of that sentence. "Got another cartload of books for you. Outside of hooffull of books I have yet to recover from burned library, this is it."
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