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>>172480
Kira nods. Her tongue flicks out again.
"I don't know much about this place or the factions within, but it sounds like the best hope for my people. I'm guessing though you wouldn't recommend it."
Kira nods. Her tongue flicks out again.
"I don't know much about this place or the factions within, but it sounds like the best hope for my people. I'm guessing though you wouldn't recommend it."
>>172481
"You saw what they did to me?" She scrunches
"I bet they were trying to set you up with me. To see if you'd eat me, so they could declare all nagas dangerous."
"You saw what they did to me?" She scrunches
"I bet they were trying to set you up with me. To see if you'd eat me, so they could declare all nagas dangerous."
>>172482
Kira's ears flop down.
"They wouldn't do that...would they? I mean, they were nice to me, especially after opening up and realizing I'm not the monster they initially assumed."
Kira's ears flop down.
"They wouldn't do that...would they? I mean, they were nice to me, especially after opening up and realizing I'm not the monster they initially assumed."
>>172484
"Well...we could still work on getting them to give you an ID, too. You would be free to do whatever you wanted again."
"Well...we could still work on getting them to give you an ID, too. You would be free to do whatever you wanted again."
>>172487
Kira shakes her head.
"I just arrived here in Baltimare. I need to exchange my valuables for some of those 'Bits' they use as currency here first." Her stomach rumbles. "...then probably find something to eat. Then we'll find a place to stay before we meet with Revenue and Migration."
Kira shakes her head.
"I just arrived here in Baltimare. I need to exchange my valuables for some of those 'Bits' they use as currency here first." Her stomach rumbles. "...then probably find something to eat. Then we'll find a place to stay before we meet with Revenue and Migration."
brushes Gloomy
>>172488
Neela takes a step back and looks concernedly at Kira's midsection, holding up one foreleg. Then she looks back up to her. "Any idea how? Obtaining bits and a place to stay."
Neela takes a step back and looks concernedly at Kira's midsection, holding up one foreleg. Then she looks back up to her. "Any idea how? Obtaining bits and a place to stay."
>>172490
Kira blushes, and attempts to hide her midsection behind the front of her body.
"The ponies inside mentioned pawn shops, jewelers, and museums as ways to obtain Bits for my valuables. You know this city better than I do. Do you know of any good specific places?"
Kira blushes, and attempts to hide her midsection behind the front of her body.
"The ponies inside mentioned pawn shops, jewelers, and museums as ways to obtain Bits for my valuables. You know this city better than I do. Do you know of any good specific places?"
>>172410
Amber considers her options. Every castle of course has its secret passages, but not only do they tend to be secret, but they are generally designed to be accessible only one way, and with exits outside the castle walls. That could be ruled out. Amber has wings, but in daylight it would attract too much attention to fly to the top of the walls. Tricking the guard, such as by being smuggled in via barrel is an amusing thought but it would be impractical. Best to be direct.
"I am a performer, set to appear before the Grand Master."
Amber considers her options. Every castle of course has its secret passages, but not only do they tend to be secret, but they are generally designed to be accessible only one way, and with exits outside the castle walls. That could be ruled out. Amber has wings, but in daylight it would attract too much attention to fly to the top of the walls. Tricking the guard, such as by being smuggled in via barrel is an amusing thought but it would be impractical. Best to be direct.
"I am a performer, set to appear before the Grand Master."
>>172493
"A piece by Schornberg, if you will." Amber holds up the viol. "Would you care for a demonstration?"
"A piece by Schornberg, if you will." Amber holds up the viol. "Would you care for a demonstration?"
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>>172374
The Silver is ruffled
"I love you, Jubee."
He kisses his griffon at least, before he goes. He's grown rather adept at making muzzle/beak kisses work.
The Silver is ruffled
"I love you, Jubee."
He kisses his griffon at least, before he goes. He's grown rather adept at making muzzle/beak kisses work.
>>172499
Soon(TM)
>>172500
She'll want it
>>172498
>>172497
>fails to make use of all 5 image slots in a shitpost
Banned
>>172496
I don't want to say too much, but I've had a rather extreme family matter over the last two weeks...
>>172502
Jubilosa kisses him, and Silver gets a feel of her beak, which while not as warm as her flesh is not cold to the touch either, but actually has a nice feel. He can feel her rather small tongue as well. When Silver pulls away, she moves towards him, wanting more. She moves towards the edge of the bed and her wings spread out, looking up at him with a pouting expression.
>>172491
She tilts her head, and then asks,
"What are you going to do with me?"
Roll bluff if necessary
Soon(TM)
>>172500
She'll want it
>>172498
>>172497
>fails to make use of all 5 image slots in a shitpost
Banned
>>172496
I don't want to say too much, but I've had a rather extreme family matter over the last two weeks...
>>172502
Jubilosa kisses him, and Silver gets a feel of her beak, which while not as warm as her flesh is not cold to the touch either, but actually has a nice feel. He can feel her rather small tongue as well. When Silver pulls away, she moves towards him, wanting more. She moves towards the edge of the bed and her wings spread out, looking up at him with a pouting expression.
>>172491
She tilts her head, and then asks,
"What are you going to do with me?"
Roll bluff if necessary
>>172503
Silver has a chuckle at her expression, and smiles at her. "Alright then." He goes in for a longer, deeper kiss.
Silver has a chuckle at her expression, and smiles at her. "Alright then." He goes in for a longer, deeper kiss.
>>172503
No bluff necessary, as Kira tells her the truth.
"Keep an eye on you, make sure you're taken care of, hang out like friends do, and all the while work towards getting you your ID!"
She beams a smile at her, showing off her fangs in their small bat pony-like state.
No bluff necessary, as Kira tells her the truth.
"Keep an eye on you, make sure you're taken care of, hang out like friends do, and all the while work towards getting you your ID!"
She beams a smile at her, showing off her fangs in their small bat pony-like state.
>no bluff necessary
Rolls are fun.
Gonna roll bluff to kid myself into thinking I'll level up after this tank quest (only 5 levels to go until I get animate dead)
Bluff
[1d20+12 = (13+12) = 25]
Opposed SM
[1d20+2 = (14+2) = 16]
Rolls are fun.
Gonna roll bluff to kid myself into thinking I'll level up after this tank quest (only 5 levels to go until I get animate dead)
Bluff
[1d20+12 = (13+12) = 25]
Opposed SM
[1d20+2 = (14+2) = 16]
>>172506
nods
>>172504
Jubilosa extends a claw around Silver's neck, holding him as she kisses him longer.
>>172505
"Sure..." She looks down, then back up
"I know someone who sells gold and silver, and doesn't really care where it comes from. I know a pawnshop as well if you want to maybe buy it back. And then there's this mare who will buy things to sell off to Griffin collectors..."
nods
>>172504
Jubilosa extends a claw around Silver's neck, holding him as she kisses him longer.
>>172505
"Sure..." She looks down, then back up
"I know someone who sells gold and silver, and doesn't really care where it comes from. I know a pawnshop as well if you want to maybe buy it back. And then there's this mare who will buy things to sell off to Griffin collectors..."
>>172508
Kira cringes a bit at the mention of the third option, and her tongue flicks out with a low sssssss sound.
"Maybe let's not sell them to griffon collectors. Money is money, I know, but...it would just feel wrong. Which one of the other two do you think would give the best price?"
Kira cringes a bit at the mention of the third option, and her tongue flicks out with a low sssssss sound.
"Maybe let's not sell them to griffon collectors. Money is money, I know, but...it would just feel wrong. Which one of the other two do you think would give the best price?"
>>172508
"Mmmm..."
Silver uses his powerful hindlegs to keep him standing as he takes Jubilosa's soft griffon cheeks in his forehooves.
"Mmmm..."
Silver uses his powerful hindlegs to keep him standing as he takes Jubilosa's soft griffon cheeks in his forehooves.
>>172511
>>172501
>>172499
Sure.
Mason pulls around front, and offers Posey a seat.
Driving out, the car takes a left turn away from the city, rather than right towards the city as Posey has seen before. The car passes rows of citrus and other trees as it moves south, swiftly coming upon a town with brick buildings and the smokestacks of a couple large mills, just removed from the road. The signs announce this city as "Maregate." The two pass this city, and move further south on a two lane highway that moves straight through lines of plantations. Eventually, the road forks and turns left, and crosses bridges across innumerable unnamed ravines and rivulets, and through an ocean of mostly-bald deciduous trees - hickory, cypress, and soapberry - dotted with scattered pines. At some points, the ravines run through crevasses and channels in the ground taht expose red clay along their banks. But after a while, the land is flat in a great plain. The two pass through a town that the sign calls Bristleboro, though it looks nothing like Maregate before, as the houses are all older and made of wood, as if by travelling some miles the two had gone a hundred years back in time. Periodically, tiny little roads branch off of this one, soon swallowed up in the ocean of leafless trees.
Mason turns left onto one of these roads, which is a small non-paved road with gravel coated grooves where the tires fit, with grass growing in the middle, big enough only for a single car. The road is sometimes muddy, as the flat land increasingly encroaches on the miles of inundated forest that sometimes border the road, or past large, shallow lakes. A few cypress trees have not lost their leaves, and increasingly, even the broadleaf trees retain their green, such that the roadway is often sheltered from the oppressive blue cloudless sky which seems scarcely separate from space, by green tunnels that almost threaten to make the car disappear. Mason pulls over to the side at one point to allow another car, a red pickup truck with a decaying paint scheme, to pass, though Posey cannot fathom why anyone would be out here. The road occasionally passes along small wooden bridges, or more often, along built up berms of clay and gravel across large flooded fields.
Many of the trees passed are massive and surely centuries old, older perhaps than pony settlement in the region. But not every elder cypress in this virgin forest is unscathed, as some are inexplicably turned over, or even burst at the trunk, leaving a presumably valuable log behind to rot. Perhaps this is the action of some great hurricane wind, though any storm reaching this far inland must surely be terrifying in its own right to deliver such destruction, though the varied angles and varieties of damage are suggestive of some other, not necessarily as natural cause.
But even in these primeval forests, there are signs of old habitation. One or two roads branch off, and a couple old houses are passed, though one has a hole in the roof, and another is but foundation. The two pass a lake with the ruins of old wooden houses, and a water mill sticking out of water that could only be a few feet deep, and a roofless stone church on a small island next to it.
Mason says
"We're not far. The battle occurred in this area. Not that far from the road as that is how much equipment was moved. You'll recognize signs of battle when you see it."
>>172501
>>172499
Sure.
Mason pulls around front, and offers Posey a seat.
Driving out, the car takes a left turn away from the city, rather than right towards the city as Posey has seen before. The car passes rows of citrus and other trees as it moves south, swiftly coming upon a town with brick buildings and the smokestacks of a couple large mills, just removed from the road. The signs announce this city as "Maregate." The two pass this city, and move further south on a two lane highway that moves straight through lines of plantations. Eventually, the road forks and turns left, and crosses bridges across innumerable unnamed ravines and rivulets, and through an ocean of mostly-bald deciduous trees - hickory, cypress, and soapberry - dotted with scattered pines. At some points, the ravines run through crevasses and channels in the ground taht expose red clay along their banks. But after a while, the land is flat in a great plain. The two pass through a town that the sign calls Bristleboro, though it looks nothing like Maregate before, as the houses are all older and made of wood, as if by travelling some miles the two had gone a hundred years back in time. Periodically, tiny little roads branch off of this one, soon swallowed up in the ocean of leafless trees.
Mason turns left onto one of these roads, which is a small non-paved road with gravel coated grooves where the tires fit, with grass growing in the middle, big enough only for a single car. The road is sometimes muddy, as the flat land increasingly encroaches on the miles of inundated forest that sometimes border the road, or past large, shallow lakes. A few cypress trees have not lost their leaves, and increasingly, even the broadleaf trees retain their green, such that the roadway is often sheltered from the oppressive blue cloudless sky which seems scarcely separate from space, by green tunnels that almost threaten to make the car disappear. Mason pulls over to the side at one point to allow another car, a red pickup truck with a decaying paint scheme, to pass, though Posey cannot fathom why anyone would be out here. The road occasionally passes along small wooden bridges, or more often, along built up berms of clay and gravel across large flooded fields.
Many of the trees passed are massive and surely centuries old, older perhaps than pony settlement in the region. But not every elder cypress in this virgin forest is unscathed, as some are inexplicably turned over, or even burst at the trunk, leaving a presumably valuable log behind to rot. Perhaps this is the action of some great hurricane wind, though any storm reaching this far inland must surely be terrifying in its own right to deliver such destruction, though the varied angles and varieties of damage are suggestive of some other, not necessarily as natural cause.
But even in these primeval forests, there are signs of old habitation. One or two roads branch off, and a couple old houses are passed, though one has a hole in the roof, and another is but foundation. The two pass a lake with the ruins of old wooden houses, and a water mill sticking out of water that could only be a few feet deep, and a roofless stone church on a small island next to it.
Mason says
"We're not far. The battle occurred in this area. Not that far from the road as that is how much equipment was moved. You'll recognize signs of battle when you see it."
>>172515
Silver is a slave to her needs and his own desire. He gets back onto the bed, standing over his Jubee, now lying down, as the kiss turns into a full-on make out session.
Silver is a slave to her needs and his own desire. He gets back onto the bed, standing over his Jubee, now lying down, as the kiss turns into a full-on make out session.
>>172515
"Oh, there's no problem with legality! Nothing's stolen, it's just some valuables my mother saved from our tribe and gave to me to trade for currency. Jewelry, foreign currency, a couple bars of gold, you know: the usual."
"Oh, there's no problem with legality! Nothing's stolen, it's just some valuables my mother saved from our tribe and gave to me to trade for currency. Jewelry, foreign currency, a couple bars of gold, you know: the usual."
>>172518
Kira smiles and perks up for the journey. If no directions are provided by Neela, then Kira's plan is to wander the streets and ask any passersby where a gold store or jeweler can be found.
Kira smiles and perks up for the journey. If no directions are provided by Neela, then Kira's plan is to wander the streets and ask any passersby where a gold store or jeweler can be found.
>>172518
Although he kissed his griffu originally to make her happy, the longer it goes on and the greater intensity with which he locks his muzzle to her beak the more it becomes clear to Jubilosa that Silver really had a lot of stress from his dream that he needed to let go of. It becomes especially clear as she feels a certain body part of his growing large and pulsing against her lower body.
Although he kissed his griffu originally to make her happy, the longer it goes on and the greater intensity with which he locks his muzzle to her beak the more it becomes clear to Jubilosa that Silver really had a lot of stress from his dream that he needed to let go of. It becomes especially clear as she feels a certain body part of his growing large and pulsing against her lower body.
>>172519
Neela says things such as "This way" and "take a right." Kira can see many ponies look on in shock at the sight of her and run away, or at least, move to the other side of the street. Neela tries her best to direct the excitable snake pony, but stops short of ever actually touching her with her hooves
"Here's a shop." She says, and starts inside
>>172520
"Hehehe."
Her belly is soft and short furred, sucking in with contact with Silver. If he looks down, he'll see the protruding chest and curved thighs and belly of a slender lioness. She pulls her wings inwards, to wrap at least the tips around Silver
Neela says things such as "This way" and "take a right." Kira can see many ponies look on in shock at the sight of her and run away, or at least, move to the other side of the street. Neela tries her best to direct the excitable snake pony, but stops short of ever actually touching her with her hooves
"Here's a shop." She says, and starts inside
>>172520
"Hehehe."
Her belly is soft and short furred, sucking in with contact with Silver. If he looks down, he'll see the protruding chest and curved thighs and belly of a slender lioness. She pulls her wings inwards, to wrap at least the tips around Silver
>>172514
"Thank you, Mason." Posey says politely, as she leaves the vehicle.
"I shouldn't be too long."
Posey sets off towards the battlefield and begins her search, strutting out confidently as she trots along.
"A battlefield salvage mission.. can't say it doesn't bring back memories."
Wait, the car has stopped, right?
"Thank you, Mason." Posey says politely, as she leaves the vehicle.
"I shouldn't be too long."
Posey sets off towards the battlefield and begins her search, strutting out confidently as she trots along.
"A battlefield salvage mission.. can't say it doesn't bring back memories."
Wait, the car has stopped, right?
>>172524
Looking carefully at the road in front of her, Posey can trace the tracks of her quarry:
Wider than the ruts left by carts and automobiles, Posey can see the ruts left behind by numerous larger, heavy equipment pulled by trucks or more likely ponies. These go forward and are accompanied by occasional stumps of cutdown trees close to the road, before it trails off to a fork on the left, running between a submerged section and dry ground.
Looking carefully at the road in front of her, Posey can trace the tracks of her quarry:
Wider than the ruts left by carts and automobiles, Posey can see the ruts left behind by numerous larger, heavy equipment pulled by trucks or more likely ponies. These go forward and are accompanied by occasional stumps of cutdown trees close to the road, before it trails off to a fork on the left, running between a submerged section and dry ground.
>>172527
Mason insists on Posey taking several tools with her, including a wrench.
Going left, Posey follows along an oddly slightly wider track. To the right is moss and leaf covered ground, but to her left is true swamp - a series of numerous cypress trees, some with leaves and some without, sticking out of the water. Exploded trees become more frequent, and Posey can guess that this isn't the work of simple lightning strikes. This continues for some hundreds of feet, until Posey comes across a break in the path and a break in the land to where there is a lake or river in between the break, with no cypresses growing in it. The distance isn't great, perhaps only something like 80 feet if that much, but there is a break in the path. Looking to the other side, either a wooden bridge has been blown out, or a dirt path, reinforced by wood, has been washed away. There is a wrecked wooden raft on the other side.
Mason insists on Posey taking several tools with her, including a wrench.
Going left, Posey follows along an oddly slightly wider track. To the right is moss and leaf covered ground, but to her left is true swamp - a series of numerous cypress trees, some with leaves and some without, sticking out of the water. Exploded trees become more frequent, and Posey can guess that this isn't the work of simple lightning strikes. This continues for some hundreds of feet, until Posey comes across a break in the path and a break in the land to where there is a lake or river in between the break, with no cypresses growing in it. The distance isn't great, perhaps only something like 80 feet if that much, but there is a break in the path. Looking to the other side, either a wooden bridge has been blown out, or a dirt path, reinforced by wood, has been washed away. There is a wrecked wooden raft on the other side.
>>172528
>wrench
I was just thinking about that myself, lol.
>there is a break in the path
Okay, so I already gave Posey a phobia of running water...
So, is there any place where she can cross that isn't a river? A bog is fine, just not a river.
>wrench
I was just thinking about that myself, lol.
>there is a break in the path
Okay, so I already gave Posey a phobia of running water...
So, is there any place where she can cross that isn't a river? A bog is fine, just not a river.
What happens?
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