Silver and Dark Star just killed several creatures and need to get the Tartarus away as the police arrive
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>>160350
The statue transfixes Amber's gaze, as this nightmarish "artwork" is illuminated only by the dim lantern light. Who can say what would motivate a sculptor to create such a thing, or any creature to possess it? It is horrid, and Amber can't help but sidle behind Helm.
The statue transfixes Amber's gaze, as this nightmarish "artwork" is illuminated only by the dim lantern light. Who can say what would motivate a sculptor to create such a thing, or any creature to possess it? It is horrid, and Amber can't help but sidle behind Helm.
>>160353
Amber can see the verticle slit eyes and the nostrils high on the hooked, bat-like nose, very carefully sculpted into the stone.
"Yes. This is the lesser of the two pieces that I really wanted to save. If necessary we can simply smash it, or hope it's never found if we toss it down the well. But I really hope to save it. Look at it. It's only maybe four hundred years old, but still an excellent work of art. Look at the craftsmanship."
>>160354
"Hehehe" She giggles
"Alright, let's go back upstairs." She says
Amber can see the verticle slit eyes and the nostrils high on the hooked, bat-like nose, very carefully sculpted into the stone.
"Yes. This is the lesser of the two pieces that I really wanted to save. If necessary we can simply smash it, or hope it's never found if we toss it down the well. But I really hope to save it. Look at it. It's only maybe four hundred years old, but still an excellent work of art. Look at the craftsmanship."
>>160354
"Hehehe" She giggles
"Alright, let's go back upstairs." She says
>>160356
"Oh, well, superstition. You see, the common griffins may associate more, well, for lack of a better term, I'll call it eccentric. They may associate more eccentric statues like these with ill happenings. And the police know better, but they are looking for scapegoats for the same ill happenings, and well, in these times I'd rather it not be found."
>>160357
They open the door to the room to see Sorrel sleeping on the bed. While the bed has been disturbed, Sorrel is in precisely the position Dark Star last saw her laying down. She makes a high pitched sound as she breathes out - an almost cute snore.
"Oh, well, superstition. You see, the common griffins may associate more, well, for lack of a better term, I'll call it eccentric. They may associate more eccentric statues like these with ill happenings. And the police know better, but they are looking for scapegoats for the same ill happenings, and well, in these times I'd rather it not be found."
>>160357
They open the door to the room to see Sorrel sleeping on the bed. While the bed has been disturbed, Sorrel is in precisely the position Dark Star last saw her laying down. She makes a high pitched sound as she breathes out - an almost cute snore.
>>160359
>>160360
"Well you've heard of the massive plague down south? All of that besides the civil war, the death of the emperor, the bandits, the occasional famine, the madness of the princess, and well... Let's be honest. If someone were so inclined, they could blame, say, the death of a next door neighbor who fell off a ladder, or of some noblegriff who fell out of a second story window and impaled himself on a fence - on some sort of spooky hex. Griffins will always find something else - someone else - to blame for their ills.
>>160359
whinnying snore
Her tail twitches. Dark Star's view is primarily of her rump, and of her hind legs, which are stretched out behind her. Her coat is lime green, and her tail is a blueberry magenta-blue.
>>160360
"Well you've heard of the massive plague down south? All of that besides the civil war, the death of the emperor, the bandits, the occasional famine, the madness of the princess, and well... Let's be honest. If someone were so inclined, they could blame, say, the death of a next door neighbor who fell off a ladder, or of some noblegriff who fell out of a second story window and impaled himself on a fence - on some sort of spooky hex. Griffins will always find something else - someone else - to blame for their ills.
>>160359
whinnying snore
Her tail twitches. Dark Star's view is primarily of her rump, and of her hind legs, which are stretched out behind her. Her coat is lime green, and her tail is a blueberry magenta-blue.
>>160361
"True, true. It would be madness to attribute that to a mere statue, but these are mad times. Pray tell, where did you happen to find this statue?"
"True, true. It would be madness to attribute that to a mere statue, but these are mad times. Pray tell, where did you happen to find this statue?"
>>160363
Her head jumps up, and she moves her forelegs so that they are together in front of her. She moves her head up, and looks around. At first she looks straight in front of her. Then she moves her head to the side, where she sees Solar Night. Her ears move forward, and a smile lights across her face.
"You came back for me!"
Her head jumps up, and she moves her forelegs so that they are together in front of her. She moves her head up, and looks around. At first she looks straight in front of her. Then she moves her head to the side, where she sees Solar Night. Her ears move forward, and a smile lights across her face.
"You came back for me!"
>>160362
"I got it from a dealer in Yale a decade ago. And that only after I got a tip from another. You can see it is museum worthy."
"I got it from a dealer in Yale a decade ago. And that only after I got a tip from another. You can see it is museum worthy."
>>160366
"Good" He nods. "You understand. It's rather heavy. It may be hard to get out, but it will be worth it."
>>160367
"You were a Sergeant?" Khoi asks, sitting up, and placing her hooves on the table
>>160368
Her pupils double in size
gasp
She breathes in
"YOU BROUGH WAFFLES!"
She moves one leg to each side of the container, sitting up and looming over the waffles.
"Good" He nods. "You understand. It's rather heavy. It may be hard to get out, but it will be worth it."
>>160367
"You were a Sergeant?" Khoi asks, sitting up, and placing her hooves on the table
>>160368
Her pupils double in size
gasp
She breathes in
"YOU BROUGH WAFFLES!"
She moves one leg to each side of the container, sitting up and looming over the waffles.
>>160369
Silver nods again.
"I helped to drill ponies in boot camp to turn them into soldiers, and I was also in several different engagements as part of platoon."
Silver nods again.
"I helped to drill ponies in boot camp to turn them into soldiers, and I was also in several different engagements as part of platoon."
>>160373
The look of pure joy on Sorrel's face is greater than that of a foal on Hearthswarming day, or of foal seeing a rainbow for the first time.
"Really?!?!?"
The look of pure joy on Sorrel's face is greater than that of a foal on Hearthswarming day, or of foal seeing a rainbow for the first time.
"Really?!?!?"
>>160372
"I actually met one of ponies I drilled in boot camp today while I was out. He was injured and sent to Cloudsdale, and when New Mareland took city he slipped away and avoided capture."
"I actually met one of ponies I drilled in boot camp today while I was out. He was injured and sent to Cloudsdale, and when New Mareland took city he slipped away and avoided capture."
>>160376
"It was like seeing old friend. I cared for each and every one of ponies I trained, even when I had to put on drill sergeant face and get severe."
"It was like seeing old friend. I cared for each and every one of ponies I trained, even when I had to put on drill sergeant face and get severe."
>>160380
"More than I can count. I was not only drill sergeant, of course, but I helped get hundreds to fighting order."
"More than I can count. I was not only drill sergeant, of course, but I helped get hundreds to fighting order."
>>160384
"Wow" She says, listening to him
"Uh..." She looks down.
"Well, I was a nurses assistant in the National Service" She says
"Wow" She says, listening to him
"Uh..." She looks down.
"Well, I was a nurses assistant in the National Service" She says
>>160385
He strokes his chin.
"I remember you said you were also in war. You did great job sewing me up after that one gnoll bit my back. How bad was war?"
He strokes his chin.
"I remember you said you were also in war. You did great job sewing me up after that one gnoll bit my back. How bad was war?"
>>160386
But what is he listening for on the radio
Tricky walks up to him.
>>160387
She gives a weak smile
"It was... Well, I could see the aftermath, and hear some of it. I saw several farmhouses and villages destroyed by the raiders. And I was there at the seige of Cua Song. The rebels had a whole set of proper artillery. They surrounded and shelled the city. I was already away from home because I was in the service, but still I had to hide in doorways during some of the shelling. It could happen late at night and disturb sleep. Sometimes I would be called up late at night. I could feel the shaking from the shelling and the artillery shells, and see shelled out buildings. There were several dive bomber planes in the attaché. These would fly at odd hours, attacking the enemy batteries.
But the biggest part of it was treating the wounded... I Saw many of them. I had to treat many of them. Clean them up, give them morphine. Apply tourniquets. Some of them had been hit with shrapnel, some with bullets, some with explosives. Some were stabbed with machettes, stakes... Some were diseased, or even had been run over by their own trucks when they parked them on hills without properly applying the handbrakes. It was... awful." She says, looking away.
>>160388
With a wide grin.
"Come this way"
With a gesture of his claw, he points to still another door at the end of the room
But what is he listening for on the radio
Tricky walks up to him.
>>160387
She gives a weak smile
"It was... Well, I could see the aftermath, and hear some of it. I saw several farmhouses and villages destroyed by the raiders. And I was there at the seige of Cua Song. The rebels had a whole set of proper artillery. They surrounded and shelled the city. I was already away from home because I was in the service, but still I had to hide in doorways during some of the shelling. It could happen late at night and disturb sleep. Sometimes I would be called up late at night. I could feel the shaking from the shelling and the artillery shells, and see shelled out buildings. There were several dive bomber planes in the attaché. These would fly at odd hours, attacking the enemy batteries.
But the biggest part of it was treating the wounded... I Saw many of them. I had to treat many of them. Clean them up, give them morphine. Apply tourniquets. Some of them had been hit with shrapnel, some with bullets, some with explosives. Some were stabbed with machettes, stakes... Some were diseased, or even had been run over by their own trucks when they parked them on hills without properly applying the handbrakes. It was... awful." She says, looking away.
>>160388
With a wide grin.
"Come this way"
With a gesture of his claw, he points to still another door at the end of the room
>>160390
Silver grabs a hold of her hooves, and presses them together for a reassuring squeeze.
"It sounds like what I experienced during war. Dodging hails of gunfire, being rocked by artllery and field gun shells, trying to patch up fallen soldiers before they die so we can get them to medical tent..."
Silver grabs a hold of her hooves, and presses them together for a reassuring squeeze.
"It sounds like what I experienced during war. Dodging hails of gunfire, being rocked by artllery and field gun shells, trying to patch up fallen soldiers before they die so we can get them to medical tent..."
>>160393
This is the fourth door Amber has had to go through to get to the item in question. After it opens, Amber understands why. Amber goes downwards in a small staircase to a room downstairs.
The room is square in shape, with stone bottom, walls, and ceiling, though the ceiling is vaulted upwards in an arch. On the far side is a raised square that seems to be something like a well, containing a hole that cannot be viewed into, at least without directed light like a flashlight, which no one here has. There are slots for torches, and a couple holes in the roof that seem to be part of some kind of ventilation system. The room as a whole is maybe 18 feet by 18 feet, rather large. In the center of the room is a raised square of stone, perhaps an entire foot higher. On top of that is a few pieces of lumber. But it's what is on top of that that demands all attention
On top of the raised platform is a statue that is just a little bit smaller than a life sized griffin Exactly what the statute is made of is hard to say. Surely, it must be a composite of more than material. At the base is a rectangle covered in what appears to be sea amber, with glyphs and writing in some language Amber cannot identity, surrounding it.
On top of the base is a statue of what appears to be a griffin - or something that approximates the appearance of a griffin - sitting on a throne. It's posture has it hunched over, with a curved, arched back, and wings that are only partly covered in feathers that are pulled up, and partly extended. The front legs are unnaturally long and very thin, extending down to the base. The beak is open, as if cawing, and the head is slightly angled, though looking forward.
There are two things that immediately stand out. One, the depiction does not seem to approximate a live griffin, but probably approximates a dead griffin, or maybe a griffin suffering from extreme hunger. The legs are bony and thin, with no muscle and almost bare bone. The paws are so devoid of flesh that only the claws show. The wings are bare in many places of feathers, appearing skeletal and almost like a bat. There is the ridge of an eye socket, but no eye. The ribs show, and the belly is so thin as to be like a greyhound. The tail is very, very long, and curls around from underneath the griffin, all the way up to the front, and halfway up towards the griffin's head in a large 3/4 circle.
But what is more is why this depiction approximates the appearance of a dying griffin. The simple truth is that it isn't a representation of a griffin at all. Rather, it is a depiction of something else assuming the appearance of a griffin - a colony of worms, or at least tentacles, all coming together to shape themselves like a griffin. There are no nostrils, no eyes, no fur, no actual bones or feathers. Rather, the sculpture expertly textures so many hundred smaller worm like creatures coming together in the shape of a hunched over griffin, sitting on a throne. One super organism from a colony of so many others, like a Portuguese Man O' War.
This is the fourth door Amber has had to go through to get to the item in question. After it opens, Amber understands why. Amber goes downwards in a small staircase to a room downstairs.
The room is square in shape, with stone bottom, walls, and ceiling, though the ceiling is vaulted upwards in an arch. On the far side is a raised square that seems to be something like a well, containing a hole that cannot be viewed into, at least without directed light like a flashlight, which no one here has. There are slots for torches, and a couple holes in the roof that seem to be part of some kind of ventilation system. The room as a whole is maybe 18 feet by 18 feet, rather large. In the center of the room is a raised square of stone, perhaps an entire foot higher. On top of that is a few pieces of lumber. But it's what is on top of that that demands all attention
On top of the raised platform is a statue that is just a little bit smaller than a life sized griffin Exactly what the statute is made of is hard to say. Surely, it must be a composite of more than material. At the base is a rectangle covered in what appears to be sea amber, with glyphs and writing in some language Amber cannot identity, surrounding it.
On top of the base is a statue of what appears to be a griffin - or something that approximates the appearance of a griffin - sitting on a throne. It's posture has it hunched over, with a curved, arched back, and wings that are only partly covered in feathers that are pulled up, and partly extended. The front legs are unnaturally long and very thin, extending down to the base. The beak is open, as if cawing, and the head is slightly angled, though looking forward.
There are two things that immediately stand out. One, the depiction does not seem to approximate a live griffin, but probably approximates a dead griffin, or maybe a griffin suffering from extreme hunger. The legs are bony and thin, with no muscle and almost bare bone. The paws are so devoid of flesh that only the claws show. The wings are bare in many places of feathers, appearing skeletal and almost like a bat. There is the ridge of an eye socket, but no eye. The ribs show, and the belly is so thin as to be like a greyhound. The tail is very, very long, and curls around from underneath the griffin, all the way up to the front, and halfway up towards the griffin's head in a large 3/4 circle.
But what is more is why this depiction approximates the appearance of a dying griffin. The simple truth is that it isn't a representation of a griffin at all. Rather, it is a depiction of something else assuming the appearance of a griffin - a colony of worms, or at least tentacles, all coming together to shape themselves like a griffin. There are no nostrils, no eyes, no fur, no actual bones or feathers. Rather, the sculpture expertly textures so many hundred smaller worm like creatures coming together in the shape of a hunched over griffin, sitting on a throne. One super organism from a colony of so many others, like a Portuguese Man O' War.
>>160397
He uses magic to have her look towards him, matching her deep red/maroon eyes with his sky blue ones.
"But we survived, you and I. We served with honor, and we came home safe and sound able to live these new lives of ours. And I can not be happier that it was you and I that survived, to be right here, in this moment. Together."
He smiles widely and warmly at his kirin date, who has seen much just like him.
He uses magic to have her look towards him, matching her deep red/maroon eyes with his sky blue ones.
"But we survived, you and I. We served with honor, and we came home safe and sound able to live these new lives of ours. And I can not be happier that it was you and I that survived, to be right here, in this moment. Together."
He smiles widely and warmly at his kirin date, who has seen much just like him.
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