/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

>>95000
Boop

>>95004
Better roll for it!

>>95009
Boop?

>>95011
Holy shid, the Rock Hoers is alive!

>>95012
Uh, no I'm not

>>95013
>>95012
Not for long if he violates the Snootendoodle

>>95014
What's a snootendoodle? Is that like a runny nose?

>>95015
A runny nose on a pony would be a runny snootendoodle

I should actually be available today

>>95024
Have you summoned me?

>>95024
HE'S ALIVE!

>>95026
But, is Silver alive?

>>95028
>>95027
Hey, Dark Boi is here too!

>>95027
As far as I know, he hasn't choked on his beans. He's still just enjoying his well-earned dinner.

>>95031
DISGUSTANG.
>>95027
If I recall correctly, Iron recently passed through the torn down church, tentment and another abadoned building.

So who wants to play today?

>>95033
Me.

>>95033
I'm free.

[1d20 = 1]
>>95034
I want you to do another dice roll, wisdom modifier

>>95035
Well, Silver is enjoying his dinner. Alone. In a cold room. Probably should have mentioned earlier the bottle of Nimbusian wine that has appeared in the kitchen since early the sme day

>>95036
Now that actually is a spooky natural 1.

Where did that come from, I wonder? Silver levitates the bottle over to give it a look as he puts another spoonful of beans into his mouth. And why is this room so damn cold? It did not feel this cold outside.

>>95037
Cauldron walks on forward, as her breath forms mist in the cool air

>>95038
Marked as a Nimbusian wine actually, maybe 1/3 remaining. A deep purple color

There should be a thermostat on the wall

>>95039
Iron follows along, a bit worried at the mist.
"How are you faring in the cold?"

I might have time to actually do something tonight

[1d20+3 = 10]
>>95039
I suppose they must grow red grapes in Nimbusia. Looks like Blue has imbibed quite bit of it already. He sets it back where he got it from. To each their own, I suppose. Wine was never to my tastes.

His coat floofs up in reaction to the temperature of the room. It is really cold, even for the Severyanan stallion, it's quite shocking to him.

Spot: Silver leans back in his chair to look around the room for the thermostat, and see what it reads.

>>95040
She nods
“I am okay. How about you?”
On the subject of most, some seems to be rolling in from the water, which is out of line of sight beyond buildings

>>95041
Um... who are you?

>>95042
Indeed, on the wall sort of between the kitchen and living area, but past the closet coming into the room. It’s a cream color. Looks like it is set to “Off”

>>95043
If Silver was going to be staying for any more of an extended period of time, he'd probably turn it on. As it is, he doubts he'll be staying long enough to even recognize a change in the room's temperature. He'll suffer through it, even if he's still a little freaked out by just how cold it is for him of all ponies.

>>95043
"I am good. I think."
Iron's eyes wander off to the mist, a bit worried.
"What else is left?"

>>95043
Take a guess

>>95046
That's who I figured

Kerr is sitting upon a red couch - a chair that sort of extends from the side of the observation deck, when he starts to curl up in an expression of almost pain

>>95045
"Oh, there are more buildings down this way"
Two dark figures walk through the mist

>>95044
Silver now how free time to contemplate where he went so horribly wrong

>>95047
Iron tilts his head and turns to Cauldron.
"It is opposite of the mist, right? I think there is an ambush awaiting to happen there."

>>95047
Oh, that's easy: almost everywhere he could have gone wrong, he went wrong.

>>95049
Hmmm... This seems to call for something a bit different

Where did Silver go right?

>>95048
Cauldron stops, more than a little startled.
"That seems about right. I don't have my weapon on me"

A creature walks through the mist. It's a Griffin, or so it seems to be, a mix between a hawk or other bird of prey, and a large cat. he's a little bigger than a pony with a dark tan hide and feathers that black rusty color that characterizes dried blood. One of his eyes seems to be injured. There is a second bird with him, more of a dark brown hue, although he is a bit harder to see. Both seem to be looking at, and walking towards Cauldron and Iron slowly. Neither says anything

[1d20-2 = -5]
>>95047
Spot check

>>95050
Well, he found love in his life, and helped to father three foals of his own. In his own mind, that in and of itself would make for a fulfilling life.