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 No.727864[Last 50 Posts]

>Fun fact, I've been numbering these wrong so we're actually up to 11 mlpg threads now!

Last time on HolyQuest…

The Saviors wrapped up the last of their business for the night before retiring to bed. It had been a very long and very eventful day, and needless to say, their exhaustion gave them a good night's rest.

Amy Thest and Flaming Shorthorns met with Fairy Castle in the Observatory. There, Fairy Castle explained what it meant to be a Witch, and what one's Craft represented. Put simply, to be a Witch was to be free. Though Witchlings are cursed from birth by the Mark of the Crone to lives of misery and misfortune, adult Witches have the power to rebel against that fate. The point of choosing one's Craft was not just to gain power, but to exercise a strengthened Will, to go down a path not because they are forced to by fate or destiny or any other external pressure, but because that is what they desire. Thus, the highest virtue for any Witch was to be free. Regina lost against the Saviors because she attempted to take their freedom, and because she created Replicas and Replicants, and tried to take their freedom for the sake of defeating Mudi. Mudi, Vizsla and Azawakh were also guilty of stealing others' freedom; in this way, they sinned against what it meant to be a Witch.

Fairy Castle concluded with a formal ceremony, in which she, as Shekinah of Wacachan, gave Amy the Arc of the Moon, a special talisman designed to inspire Amy, helping her develop her own spells relating to her Craft. She also gave Amy a title – well, Amy basically chose it herself: She was dubbed "Amy the Inescapable Revelrous Friendmaking Heartthief Hugger." Perhaps an abbreviation would be in order.

Shei spoke with Gadriel and Buiwong, accidentally spilling his plans. Some days prior, Shei had consulted a group of Umbrals via the Augur Grail, the relic of Tartarus recovered from the Tower of Traitors. During this time, he learned about the power of the Sacrifice: It was a special property of Tartarus. Those who entered Tartarus from the Overworld, the land of the living, could sacrifice their lives for another's sake. They would be given tremendous power in exchange, but their deaths would be all but assured. In addition, a life that is sacrificed to the God of Tartarus would be claimed by that God, with no hope of escaping Its jaws. Shei hoped to sacrifice himself in the event that Mudi overwhelmed the party, and use that power to help Amy fuse with Mudi. Needless to say, Gadriel was unable to accept this, but Buiwong made no objections.

(1/2)

 No.727865

Pryce announced his new relationship with Zjetya and River to the rest of the Saviors in order to preempt any rumors or suspicions of infidelity or abuse. Though the Saviors largely had no idea what to do with this information, Rus and Vortigern gave the new trio a toast to their happiness. The three would later retire to the airship, under Zjetya's direction. Zjetya had planned to invite River and Pryce to share a bed that night, given that he would fight against Sir Estuary tomorrow, and possibly die by his sword. However, Pryce and River were reluctant to rush things, and so Zjetya relented. Instead, they and Lockjaw played a short tabletop adventure using Covenkeeper, third edition, a companion book to the mainline Witches and Wargs series.

Little Journey, after much prodding by the rest of Buiwong's servants, asked out Flaming on a date tomorrow. On the advice of _____, the date would start off as a double date with Regina and Box, before the two couples split off around noontime.

And finally, later that night, Flaming was visited by Vir-can in a dream, during which the two discussed fear, death and what it meant to be a god. Buiwong interrupted them partway through, as he had a quest that only Flaming could take on – it dealt with the fate of Vortigern. Though she swore up and down that she was ready for Tartarus, Buiwong could tell that she harbored secret fears that she could not overcome. She longed to see her children and husband once more, and Buiwong feared that such longings would disrupt the Tartarus mission, potentially even getting her or others killed, due to Tartarus' malleable nature. He gave Flaming two options: Assuage Vortigern's fears and bring her into Tartarus, or amplify her fears, break her Faith in Buiwong, and leave her behind.

Though Vir-can was annoyed with Buiwong's interruption, he agreed that it was best for Flaming to take that quest. Responsibility for the lives of their worshipers was among the chief duties of a god. If Flaming wanted to know if she was ready for the Kindling, this quest would prove it, one way or the other.

 No.727866

In lieu of an opening post, we are starting with a timeskip to morning. Please state where you would like to begin, and what you will be doing. You can sleep over at Threecoins, or return to Fantasia if you have business there. If you have anything else you want to do before the previous night ends, such as shopping, RP or other matters, state so and we can tend to that first.

 No.727867

>>727866
Flaming, having slept in Threecoins in the softest, most comfortable bed she thinks she had EVER slept in (least, in the wake of the arduous day behind her), Flaming wakes up in a cold sweat, remembering deeply the vision she had concerning her god, her enemy, and her friend. She blinks herself awake, looking around the room in the dim light of the dawning sun as she lets out a yawn, stretching out before falling back onto her bed, exhausted.
"What a day…."

Allowing herself 20ish more minutes of sleep, Flaming puts on the red tunic she'd found in Threecoins, grabs her brooch, mirror, and circlet, and heads out into the common area of the abode she was allowed to stay in, looking for any of her clanmates to see who she runs into.

 No.727868

>>727865
>>727865
>>727445
[leaving off from the discussion with Buiwong that night]

If there is an instrument in Buiwong's lair for calling the angels, like a rotary phone or something Shei picks it up and speaks up.

Either that or he speaks aloud. "Ahoy, Malakhim of st. Providence. This is Shei-Sher. I still wake in the world of the living."

 No.727869

>>727868
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMtOWrFChLU

The small room grows dark, and all candles and the flames in the fire-pit grow small and dim. As you look up, the ceiling has vanished, replaced with an utter blackness that crawls down along the walls to the floor. Out of that darkness, crawling along webs of silk, you see three abhorrent beings.

Though they have ponies' heads, they have eight eyes apiece, and their bodies have been twisted into the shapes of spiders. Mightily thick, deep brown fur covers their bodies, which have plates of shiny obsidian metal fused into them. They are an awful hybrid of mechanical and biological, with many angular surfaces, much like the angels you have faced before. Their jaws split, revealing dozens of rows of jagged scrap metal within. Some twisting, twirling, probe-like instrument lurks in the shadows beyond, much like a tongue.

Buiwong expands his arms upward. "I didn't have the power to make demons of mortal souls at the time, so I had to improvise, appropriating something of roughly equal power to make them into my own. Transmutation instead of creation. They are ours to command."

 No.727870

>>727866

Amy spent the night in Three Coins studying her new witch powers. Though, she doesn't make much progress as fatigue finally catches up with her. She falls asleep nearly immediately upon starting. So, she sleeps somewhere in the middle of the garden. And, there she remains unless someone picked her up and moved her. Amy sleeps so heavily that she wouldn't even notice if someone did.

 No.727871

https://pastebin.com/RaZG8KLM

>>727865
>>727866
The exhaustion of the day before, along with the added stress from the relationship drama and the dealings with gods, left Pryce worn, nearly dropping out during their game. They manage to finish though, and before the lure of dreams pulls Pryce away, he does suggest they could at least share a bed that night, considering their points on the fight with Sir Estuary.


Pryce stirs in the morning, slowly awakening from one of the most relaxing nights of sleep he had. It's practically a challenge to leave his current comfort, a challenge he feels he can leave along for a few more minutes.

 No.727872

>>727870
>>727867
As it turns out, someone DID pick up Amy and move her. Probably Yadala or Zjetyacant, as Flaming and Amy wake up in the same bed, with Flaming functioning as some kind of stuffed animal.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTmil10bjaU

The area you entered was a blur to you last night, given how tired you were after your many fights and adventures. In what feels like the first time, you are finally able to get a good look at it.

At first glance, it is a grand library's common reading space, a massive square room, full of desks, plush chairs, couches, futons, and so forth, centered around a fire-pit. Makeshift corridors, composed of towering stone bookcases, sprawl off from the central area. Beautiful portraits many times your size fill the walls, depicting fantastical and surreal scenes, mostly of magical locations and incredible battles from past, mythical kalpas.

But as Flaming looks above, her mind starts to bend to make sense of it all. Instead of there being a ceiling to this grand room, there appears to be another floor, an upside-down floor with its own assortments of furniture, magical apparatuses, display cases full of magical objects, and so forth. Spiral staircases connect the two levels, as do ramps and stairs running along the sides, and mobius-strip walkways curving through the air. Floating collections of wind chimes seem to be making music out of the morning breeze.

Amy, of course, recognizes it as the common area she was brought to after being abducted from Regina's illusory world.

Many of your allies start coming into the room as well, minus, most notably, Box, LJ, River, Zjetya, Mocha and Deriva. Apart from those six, everyone else seems to be present in this strange reading-room.

>>727871
As your mind clears away the grogginess of sleep, you realize that the comfiness feels slightly different than it did earlier. You're curled up with Lockjaw (who seems to be using you as a stuffed animal), but not Zjetya or River. You start to smell breakfast being cooked in the kitchen.

 No.727873

>>727869
>>727872
Shei-Sher is unmoved by the darkness, but when the transmutated malakhim, perturbed sensations swim up and down Shei's spine. He looks at them with a degree of remorse.

"Was that necessary Buiwong. This- What you've done to them. Why could they not have remained the way there were. They made an oath."

 No.727874

>>727873
"Oh, pardon me – I was feeling just a little mean after countless thousands of my servants perished in battle against the Accorsian Holy Army, and thousands upon thousands more were being stolen by their cowardly Devas as they abandoned the world to a slow, painful ruin… not to mention what happened to your true mothers and their son, Wrath. Would you prefer I turn them back?"

 No.727875

>>727874
"I would. Please." When Shei looks to Buiwong his eyes harbor a trembling sincerity. That what Buiwong has done has struck a chord. A deep seated fear. Something Shei-Sher wouldn't wish upon his worst enemy. He takes his gaze back to the malakhim and speaks more casually. "What you've done here is an offense to creation."

 No.727876

>>727875
"Too bad. Take 'em or leave 'em."

 No.727877

>>727872
Pryce sits up in bed, looking down at Lockjaw who uses him as a toy. He nudges the deviljho to wake him up.
"Come on little guy, it's morning."
He steps out of bed, sniffing the alluring smell of breakfast.
"Did they wake up that early?"

Pryce goes through his routine, cleaning up, donning his robe, and heads to the kitchen.

 No.727878

>>727872
>>727867

Amy wakes up to find herself hugging Flaming like a stuffed animal. When Flaming escapes her grasp, she wakes up. She looks around drowsily at her surroundings. When she recognizes where she is but has no memory of how she got there, she shrugs and tries to go back to sleep.

When others start coming in the room, she groans like a child, clearly not wanting to get up yet.

 No.727879

>>727872
Flaming groans as she wakes up, looking back at Amy as she holds her like a stuffed animal. Her eyes open wide. "Amy? When… how did you get in here?"

She lightly jostles Amy awake so she stops squeezing her, and wiggles her way out and into the library's common reading space. Flaming looks around, admiring just how much nicer this place is when Regina isn't using it for deadly games. Until, at least, she looks up and sees the 'upside down' floor above on the ceiling, causing her to turn her head to the side in confusion.
"…witches." She states simply, looking on towards the others coming into the common room. Spotting LJ in particular, she decides to go say good morning.

"Hey Journey, get any sleep last night?" She asks, curious if Buiwong happened to invade his dreams as he invaded hers.

 No.727880

>>727879
>Remove the last phrase to LJ
Flaming looks around the room, spotting Vortigern amid the masses. Swallowing a gulp, remembering Buiwong's warning, she decides to take things slow, and just greet Vortigern in the morning before pressing too deeply into anything else.

"Morning Vortigern. Get any sleep last night?"

 No.727881

>>727876
Shei-Sher grimaces as he looks upon the malakhim "I know I will be having a difficult time explaining this." Shei scratches the back of his head.

"Alright Buiwong, I am not in a position to turn down help. Speaking of help, let's make our exchange now so I can leave this place and carry on with my business for the night."

Shei-Sher touches his heart and then his belly "Buiwong I beseech thee. I offer my portal and a compartment within my inner sea. In exchange I ask for the replenishment of my soul. Restore it how I once was. Do you accept?"

Shei-Sher sacrifices

>A Vision of Thralls: Twice per combat; Instant; Summon either 1 monster from the “Medium” tier, or 2 from the “Small” tier of the Compendium of Monsters. If “I Dream of Monsters” has already been chosen, this skill’s rolls get +1. Grants one Pet Mastery point. All summoning weakens the Firmament.


and

>Sulphureous Brume: Recharge 2(minus 1); Ranged; Pick two targets; This effect spreads a mist around those targets which will either increase their damage received by 2 for 2 turns, or reduce their damage dealt by 2 for 2 turns. Effect is chosen when cast.


for 2 skill points.

 No.727882

>>727877
Lockjaw's yawn is a low roar, followed by a good stretch and shake of all his limbs. It nearly tosses you out of the bed from how much force he produces, but once he's done, he rolls out of bed and hops out, following you into the dining room.

There, you see Zjetya and River, both wearing loose pajamas. Both look well-rested, but they've still left the kitchen somewhat of a mess in their preparations. Strongberry jam, ice grape preserves, milknut butter, and tallwheat bread toast fill the center of the table. Coffee, hayggs, haycon, and froghop tea are also available. The mares smile at you, taking their places at the table. Zjetya starts passing around plates to everyone, and ties a bib around Lockjaw.

"Not the night I was expecting, but just as fun," Zjetya says.
"I really can't believe those back-to-back 10s Lockjaw rolled. He really did save us from that final battle!" River exclaims. "Perhaps you might not want to make combat so difficult, Pryce."
"Nah, that's what makes it fun."

>>727878
>>727880
Vortigern nods to Flaming, and nudges Amy with a wing-tip.
Breakfast in garden, she mouths, pointing upward with her wing.
"How… exactly are we meant to get up there?" Busta asks.
"We're in a witch's library, I think we're meant to figure it out ourselves," Wireframe says.
"Technically, the library was always this upside-down and inside-out," Volkama says. "The witches only found it homey; they didn't make it this way. This library is actually what's known in technical occultist terms as a Dungeon. Capital-D."

>>727881
"I'm not one to go back on my word; not even I dare to do that," Buiwong says with a grin. "Very well. I hope you do not regret your deal."

You feel greatly unsteady as power leaves your body and soul. It's like being punched in the gut, but without the actual impact. You can't help but stumble, catching yourself upon the desk. The "air" gradually returns to you after a little while, and you feel yourself growing strong again over the next few minutes.

>>727881
That night, for reasons you couldn't fully grasp at the time, you felt an insatiable urge to go back outside, and find solitude somewhere in the garden atop the LIbrary. You wandered about for a time, but it is there that your memory cuts off. Presumably, the exhaustion of the day ambushed you, and you could not help but fall asleep.

When morning comes, and you are wrested from the bosom of dreams, you half-remember a vision you had in the depths of that sleep. Strange, unearthly beings visited you one by one in the garden, a scene feeling so real and lucid that it almost was like you were awake. But those incomprehensible forms, and the strange words they spoke, a foreign tongue you understood completely – those couldn't have been a product of this world. It is only now that you theorize that they may have been avatars of the gods. They showed you strange and wondrous contraptions, devices and weapons capable of things no school of magic or magitech had mastered yet. You were like a child being presented with a host of new, fascinating toys.

 No.727883

>>727881
>>727882
You also wake up a short distance from Amy, on another nearby futon, and you see what they see.

 No.727884

>>727882
"You two have been busy."
Pryce comments as he walks in, seeing the breakfast array the two prepared, smiling back.
"It was our first time, I have a better grasp on the rules now."

Pryce is about to sit down, but notices something off.
"Shouldn't we pick up the kids first?"

 No.727885

>>727882

Upon learning that there's food to be eaten, Amy rolls out of bed. Or, more accurately, Amy rolls off the bed, face first into the ground. There, she lays for a moment until she dramatically lifts one hoof into her bag and pulls out her broom.

With her face still pressed into the ground, she drowsily holds her broom up for everyone to see as if to answer the question as to how you're meant to get up there.

 No.727886

>>727882
>>727878
Flaming looks to Amy, nudging her gently with her horns.
"Come on Amy, it's morning! The day's wasting away here." She puffs out her cheeks, "Bet you'd get out of bed if you could bring a blanket and pillow to breakfast…"

She turns to look up at Vortigern as she mouthes her message, and she nods. "Sounds good to me, let's get going"

She looks at the bizarre nature of the witche's common room, pausing to think as she grabs at her mirror. "I found this in Regina's home yesterday, it lets me look down on the room like a map from above. Maybe it'll show us the way out…"

[1d10] Using Mirror to navigate

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.727887

>>727882
>>727886
>>727882
Shei-Sher sits up remaining silent as he collects his thoughts. After some moments he observes the conversation and everyone's confusion to navigate the place.

Shei stands up "Ahem. Or I could draw us a corridor to the Garden." With a little effort Shei opens a dark corridor back to the garden.


[1d10+1] dark corridor

Roll #1 2 + 1 = 3

 No.727888

>>727887
Flaming glowers at Shei, giving him a sour-faced look as he deprives her the chance of using her new fancy magic item.
"You're the opposite of fun."

 No.727889

>>727884
"We've got it covered," Zjetya says. "We sent Mocha and Deriva on ahead to bring them here. They should be coming in any minute now."
"That's why we made so much!" River exclaims. "What, you thought we were going to eat all this on our own?"

>>727884
>Back in Fantasia…
KP is awoken by a splashing sound nearby. Over to his left, on the nightstand, he sees Hopper splish-splashing about, swimming small laps in his new aquarium. Looks like he really enjoys it. Just outside his small room, he hears the muffled sounds of Mocha, Deriva, Sugar and Spitshine talking.

>>727885
>>727886
>>727887
Those in attendance all Ooh and Aah at the sight of Flaming's new handy-dandy item, making sure to get a peek in at the bird's eye view of themselves. Some, like Tantra and Busta, take the opportunity to make faces up at the mirror from where they are, thoroughly amused by the antics.

You follow your makeshift map closely, going around turns, bends, corners, intersections, loop-de-loops, conveyor belts made out of square blocks floating along rivers carved into the very stonework of the library itself, and so on and so forth.

Eventually, you arrive at your destination.

You look up.

You're back in the same place you started.

Shei fails to open up a dark corridor, only manifesting some strange black mist in the general area he wanted to open it.

"Oh, but what's the fun in that?" Volkama complains.
Vortigern shakes her head. Time of essence.
"For breakfast? But is it really gonna be that import…" Tantra begins, but Vortigern silences him with a look.
"Ohhh… now I get it," Tantra says.

 No.727890

>>727889
"Oh, good."
Pryce says as he takes his seat.
"…Maybe a little. We did have a big day yesterday after all."


>>727889
KP opens his eyes, hopping out of bed eagerly at the new day. He steps across his mattress to peer into the aquarium.
>"Enjoying your new little home buddy?"
He says as Hopper makes his laps. Hearing the others talking and awake, KP hops off his bed, opening the door to his room to see the others.
>"Mornin' everypony!"

 No.727891

>>727889
>>727888
>>727887

Amy huffs as everyone arrives back to where she is still laying on the ground. She slowly and drowsily gets up.

"Just fly!" she declares moodily. She gets on her broom. She grabs Flaming and Shei and takes off.

[1d10] to fly Amy, Flaming, and Shei to breakfast

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.727892

>>727889
Flaming looks down at her map, following it intently as she weaves her way through the library's corridors with the party following behind.
"This thing is so neat! I can see every corridor and turn from above and see what's in them. Okay, think we take this left… then a right… then up those stairs…."

However, after reaching what appears to be her final destination, Flaming looks up, "And here we… are?"

She frowns, looking up at the same ceiling (floor) with amazement. "We… we just went in a circle."

She blushes, "Uh, JUST as I had intended! I forgot something I needed to take down with me." She looks around for something, anything, to grab as though she needed it (she decides on her Wargs and Witches book), "And with that, now I'm ready to REALLY go outside. E-everyone, please follow me-"

>>727891
>>727889
As Amy grabs her, she lets out a gasp, "Woah! Okay, just, follow my directions!"
[1d10]

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.727893

>>727889
"Well there are about a dozen errands that remain in my itinerary. If getting lost in a dungeon is your idea of a good morning then by all means." Shei-Sher opens up a dark corridor again to the garden. "But I have things to do."

Shei leaves through a dark corridor he opened to the garden.

 No.727894

>>727889
Also I'm spending 2 skill points on
>Spell Bleed: passive; You may cast any spell you know at multiple targets, but doing so increases the crit fail range to the number of targets +1

have 1 skill point remaining

Also
activating What if: https://pastebin.com/x0gyfzRa
>>Sapphen's Favor: As an extra effect to Phantasmagoria of Conquest, without expending hitpoints Shei can create vegetation that is both tasty and nutritious to eat. All fruits and vegetables that are known to Shei may be produced including esoteric ones.

 No.727895

>>727892
Shei-Sher sees you come back into the room the other direction. He snickers. "I thought Buffalo were known for their skill in nagivation."

 No.727896

>>727890
Hopper croaks heartily, leaping out of the aquarium, which gets you a little wet. As you leave the room, you see Mocha and Deriva sitting on a couch, while the kids get their things together. Two pony-sized spiders stand nearby. They are wearing gray knightly armor with a black-and-white spider heraldry. They also have eight swords, one on each leg.

Meanwhile, next to Mocha, are a couple of much smaller spiders. Between them, they're holding a silk stage magician's outfit, designed for Hopper's proportions.

"Morning!" Spitshine says.
"Glad you're finally up," Mocha says. "Breakfast is waiting for us with the others."

>>727890
Zjetya and River pass the time with small talk. Neither touch their food, waiting for the others to arrive. Lockjaw has to be restrained from digging in more than a few times, and he whines with impatience.

>>727893
>>727892
>>727891
Through your own various ways, you end up back in the sprawling garden on the Library's rooftop. The lake, laying nearby, brilliantly glimmers in the sun's rising light. The air is chilly and bracing, yet the healthy glow of the nearby plantlife dashes the cold from your minds. Though the garden itself did not change between your first visit and now, something about it feels far more lively, as if Regina's change in turn changed the garden.

Over where the feasting tables once sat, a very wide circle has been made of tables, complete with countless chairs. A short distance to the side, you see Box and LJ wearing aprons and chef's hats. LJ's keeps sliding off owing to his fluffy hair. The two stand near a collection of grills, bonfires, and so forth, and they have produced a bounty of meals. Hearty drinks, teas, coffee and fruit juices are present, as well as collections of soups, exotic salads, and well-seasoned hay dishes. A number of fish have been caught, de-boned and cooked, and there is even a variety of meats, glazed with honey and other tantalizing sauces.

LJ waves, and you notice he looks exceedingly tired. Black bags hang under his eyes as if he didn't get a second of sleep. Still, he looks happy to see Flaming. "Heeeeyy! Help yourselves!"

 No.727897

>>727895
Flaming growls as she leads the way on the broom-stick. "Shut up, Shei! They do! I just… may not be the best example of them. But we find our way across the countryside all the time!"

>>727896
As the group finally make their way to the garden on the roof top, Flaming holds her mirror upside down, still trying to make heads or tails of it. "Ummm… then we… I think we went the right way…" she says before looking out onto the spread of food laid out before them all.

Flaming smiles as she looks over at Journey in particular, noticing the chef's hat falling off his head. She snickers, walking up to him as she looks over the tables. "Journey! I didn't know you could work with a kitchen! Did you help make all of this?!" She says, genuinely impressed the bull knew his way around a stove.

 No.727898

>>727896
Shei-Sher grabs himself a piping hot cup of coffee. He takes it black with honey, fondly nostalgic of the drink and ambles over to LJ. "You're a mess." Shei puts it bluntly before gratuitously sipping his cup-a-joe. "Explain."

Remarkably Shei's have dark rings around them too due to his usual lack of sleeping.

 No.727899

>>727896

Amy wakes up more when she sees the fish. She grabs a plate and throws several whole fish onto it. She sits down and starts devouring the deboned creatures.

 No.727900

>>727897
"Lead on O God of buffalo." Shei is still smiling, the only one laughing at his own jokes.

 No.727901

>>727896
KP catches Hopper, not minding the splash. As he steps out, he walks over to the spiders, looking up at them.
>"Cooool… Are these your guards Mocha?"
He asks, turning to her and seeing the outfit in their grasp.
>"Whoa, that looks great!"

When told that breakfast is waiting,and seeing the rest grab their things, KP goes off to get his new supplies as well, keeping the aquarium just enough in balance with his magic so it doesn't spill.
>"I can't wait to show them all my cool new stuff! let's go!"


>>727896
"So what are the others up to?"
Pryce asks, since it's only the four of them at the table.

 No.727902

>>727901
"Yup," Mocha nods. "We left late last night to meet up with the others. Vortigern brought us to where everyone was. To make a very long story short, they've made friends with a whole city full of Witches. I left my guards here before I left, to make sure you were safe."
"Just doing our job, folks," one of the spider guards says. Meanwhile, the tiny spider seamstresses crawl over to Hopper, showing off the new outfit for him. Hopper thoughtfully inspects the coat, trousers, robe and hat.

>>727901
River is about to answer, but at that moment, a Dark Corridor opens aboard the ship. Out step Mocha, Deriva, KP, Spitshine, Sugar and Hopper.
"Sup?" Sugar asks. "How's– who the heck…?"
Zjetya puts down her coffee and smiles. "Three guesses sound fair?"
"Zjetya!?" Spitshine exclaims. "Looking good! This a new disguise or something?"
"Why don't we let Pryce here explain?" River asks.

>>727898
>>727897
LJ has to stop and give a mighty yawn, rubbing at his darkened eyes. "N-nooooooohhhh… Box showed me quite a lot of it. He was really taking the reins."
"Ah-ah-ah," Box says. "I may have read you the recipes, but it was you who helped prepare and cook your share of the dishes. Take credit, will you?"
LJ laughs sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "W-well, we still have to wait until the taste test verdict comes in."

He trots over to a chair, pulling it out for Flaming. "Here, take a seat and tell me what you want. I'll serve for you."

>>727898
"Didn't sleep great," LJ bluntly replies, hardly even looking in your direction. He only has eyes for Flaming, it seems.

>>727898
>>727899
>>727897
https://youtu.be/dVi0ZbmkvOc
As you begin your meals, sitting at the wide circle of tables, you hear soft footsteps coming from the northwest. From behind the curtains of trees, Regina softly, bashfully steps into view. She has on a white sundress, her mane done in two girlish braids and adorned with flowers woven in. Sandals cover her back paws, and much of her magical jewelry has been swapped out for smaller, more modest necklaces and bangles.
Box nearly hops out of his skin at the sight of her, and happily approaches. He takes her hoof and guides her over to the tables.
"Good morning to you too," Regina says.
"O-oh, I forgot! Good morning!" Box says. "Got a little ahead of myself, heh."
"With how much you cooked, I don't blame you." Regina then turns her gaze to you. "How are you doing, Saviors?"

 No.727903

He takes her paw*
Sphinxes do not have hooves.

 No.727904

>>727900
Flaming glowers at Shei, sticking her nose up high and doing just that, leading on, as a noble god o buffalo would!

>>727902
Flaming looks out at the spread made before them, utterly impressed. "W-woah… this all looks so great. I can't believe you helped make all this." She looks at Box and Journey, then frowns as LJ rubs at his darkened eyes. "How late did you two work on all this? Journey, you look exhausted."

She sits down in to the chair he pulls out for her, but looks to him before taking a bite. "You sure you don't need a nap or anything? I can tell you how good it all tastes after you wake up."

>>727902
As Regina enters, Flaming looks up at her, similarly (but not as much as Box) wowed by her appearance. "Woah. REgina, you look like a whole new pony…cat…ponycat?" She says, forgetting what a 'sphinx' was.
"And, I'm doing pretty okay. Had a weird dream but, I can talk about that later…" she says, trying not to look in Vortigern's direction. "How about you, Regina?"

 No.727905

>>727902
>"You guys got to go to a city full of witches? That sounds amazing."
KP responds, before turning to the guards. He salutes respectfully.
>"Thank you for your service, sirs."
He says, also with respect as he would if he was full grown after his knight training, but he also can't help but chuckle a little from having spider guards.

>"Oh cool, they look perfect!"

He says as the seamstresses show Hopper his new duds.
>"Thanks!"
He says to them.


>>727902
Pryce turns as he sees the corridor open and the others step in. He gets up from his seat, horn lighting to grab the aquarium from KP just to get that aside before a mess.
>"Zjetya?! Whoaaa, you look all fiery and cool!"
KP says in amazing, walking up for a closer look.

Pryce comes back to the table, realizing that the children are the only ones out of the loop.
"Right. Well…" He clears his throat, trying to consider how to word this for them, "The three of us, River, Zjetya, and I, are in a relationship now. And from that, Zjetya had a metamorphosis into this new form."
He explains. Whether it's the smaller crowd, or that they spent the night together, but he feels more confident this time.
KP looks up in silence for a moment.
>"…You can do that?"
He questions, mostly to the relationship part.

 No.727907

>>727902

"Great! Now that I have food!" Amy says between bites of fish.

 No.727908

>>727902
>"Didn't sleep great,"
"Hm. Fantastic." Shei sips some more coffee "A small tithe to Sabuul should fix that."

Regina catches Shei's eye for a while as he watches her make her way through garden, all gussied up. Shei double takes to the feast "Ah, that explains all the food. Completely forgot you had a special day today Box."

>"How are you doing, Saviors?"

Good morning. Thank you for allowing us the night in your home." Shei-Sher finishes his coffee and finally sits himself to eat some salad and try out the glazed. He puts a single cutlet onto his plate in case he does not like it.

Shei-Sher asks to anyone present at the table "Has anyone seen Gadriel? I have not seen hide or tail of him since last night."

 No.727909

>>727904
"We've only been up a little over an hour," LJ says. "Sun was already up when we started. I tend to get up at sunrise, so I even slept in…"

He tosses his head and blinks rapidly, trying to shake off the feelings. "Just… it's just those weird dreams I told you about yesterday. Had more of them, you know? I should be okay once I get some food in me. Cooking all this without being able to chow down beforehand has been driving me crazy."

>>727904
>>727906
Regina smiles. "Better than I have in a long time. I really do feel like a whole new catpony," she smirks at Flaming.
With a snap of her claws, Regina produces a very large couch for her to lounge upon. Box, visibly sweating, rolls up a tray with food for her, including plenty of fish. Though the food is comically small in comparison to her, she bends down, allowing Box to feed her.
"So, what are we doing first?" Regina asks. "I have a few things in mind, if you'd like."
"I heard something about a board game being put on, and so I think we can start with that, if there's no objections?" Box asks.

>>727905
The spider guard tousles KP's mane, and the seamstresses bow, all seeming quite happy from the thanks.

>>727905
Zjetya shrugs. "We're doing it now."
"F-for a time," River says. "Just so we're clear, I agreed to test this unorthodox situation for a month before making my final decision."
Sugar nods. "Well, both Mr. Pryce and Ms. Zjetya are good ponies. You should be in good hooves."
Spitshine is silent, his expression flat.
The others seem to take no notice as they get to their meals, digging in at last.
Mocha opens another dark corridor. "I don't mean to run off, but the others have their own breakfast planned, and I want to be there to support LJ. Poor guy's nerves are fried from anticipation. You guys enjoy yourselves, then stop by to say hello, won't you?"
Deriva waves farewell.

>>727908
It's actually very well done, if somewhat foreign in taste. You're not sure who made it, but though it is exotic, it is very competently prepared.
"Oh, your brother, I take it?" Regina asks. "He wandered a little near my palace last night. I saw he was in a terrible mood, so I offered him a tent. He took it and set up his own camp under the stars. I didn't see him this morning, but I did inform him of breakfast last night. I fancy he should be on his way soon."

 No.727910

>>727909

"Catpony?" Amy asks with sudden interest.

"Okay, I've been meaning to ask this for a while now. Are you REALLY a sphinx? Is that what you were born as?"

 No.727911

>>727910
Regina tilts her head. "Yes! I know you never ended up fighting me, so you never touched my body, but this isn't an illusion. You don't believe me? Have a touch if you want."

She extends her paw to you.

 No.727912

>>727911

"I DID hug you," Amy points out.

"Your other illusions have felt real too, by the way," she adds as she pokes Regina's paw curiously.

 No.727913

>>727909
Shei-Sher puts down his utensils. "I should go look for him. If you'll excuse me." he leaves his dish unfinished. And leaves for Regina's palace in search of Gadriel's tent. Maybe he'll see him on his way.

 No.727914

>>727909
"It is unorthodox, but it was the best thing I could see to work for us."
Pryce answers with Zjetya and River. KP looks between the three, and smiles.
>"If you're all happy then it's great! Seems a lot easier for everypony when you don't need to pick between each other."
KP takes his seat, and Pryce helps serve some of the breakfast, giving Lockjaw and extra helping of haycon along with a few treats he has left over in reward for waiting patiently for so long. KP sets Hopper down next to him, happily biting into some toast with a generous helping of jam.
>"So you all visited a city of witches? What was it like?"
"It's interesting, you'll see it soon. We're parked there right now."
>"We're here already? I can't wait to see all the magic they have! Oh! Also look at all the cool new stuff I got. I met some cool ponies and they gave me some stuff to learn Beast Mastery!"
KP says with an excited voice to Pryce, River, and Zjetya, taking out his grimoire and diary, and showing off Hopper's outfit.


Pryce takes a sip of his coffee first to start the morning, getting a serving of hayggs and haycon. He notices Spitshine's flat expression, looking over to the colt.
"Are you alright Spitshine?"

 No.727915

>>727912
"Oh, yeah…" Regina muses. "Clearly, the first one didn't take. I require another one."
Regina is extremely soft and plush, with luxuriously smooth fur.
Box looks visibly annoyed.
"Well, you may wish to use some kind of anti-magic upon me if you're not convinced. I've done such a good job with my magic I can't even prove my own existence. Illusionists of lesser stuff would kill to have such a dilemma.

 No.727916

>>727909
Flaming lets out a sigh of relief, "Phew, okay that's a little better." She smirks, "You were yawning so hard I thought you didn't get any sleep at all last night or something. You'll be fine, you're tougher than that."

As he mentions the dreams, she frowns, "Huh… funny story about that, but, I can wait to tell you after I try your breakfast. What should I try first, the soups? Some of the toast or jam, or…" she pauses, taking a look towards the hayggs. "Ooh… what's those?" She asks, reaching over to take a mouthful

>>727909
Flaming chcukles, "WellI'm glad you do! You look pretty, too."

As she asks aloud what she had in mind, her eyes open wide, "OH! Uh, if you want, I still have your Wargs and Witches game! I spent a little time last night reading… well okay I had Rus-Tea helping me read it, but I think I get the gist of the rules if you wanted to play later. I came up with a character idea."

 No.727917

>>727915

Amy can never resist a hug when it's invited to her.

[1d10] for goodness of hug

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.727918

>>727914
Even Hopper gets to have a meal, as Zjetya seems to have captured several bugs for him to eat. Lockjaw tears into his own meal, finishing it swiftly. Hopper glares at him judgmentally.
River and Zjetya take great interest in KP's new things. "Sounds like you had your own adventures," River says.
"A chip off the old block," Zjetya jokes.
Spitshine finishes off his own meal quickly, his expression never changing. He uses his full mouth as an excuse to say nothing for a while, before he eventually swallows.
"…Dad used to do that a lot. Have a lot of mares hanging off his arms," he says bluntly.
"Well… it's not exactly the same here," Zjetya says.
"I guess."

>>727916
"Hayggs!" LJ says, scooping you up a plateful, as well as some soups to go with it. "Try it with haycon too. It's an iconic combination for a reason.
Quite simply, the hayggs are the best you've ever had.

>>727916
>>727917
Box starts vibrating in place when Amy hugs Regina. Regina's hug is like being immersed in a big, sweet-smelling blanket. Regina eventually lets her go through. "That's just what I was going to suggest," Regina says. "We can use some of the stories you didn't go into as a campaign grounds. Though, it won't be as intense as what you faced yesterday, heheheh."

>>727913
After quite a bit of wandering, you emerge from the garden's small forests into the plains that surround Regina's tree-house palace. Yonder, among the rocky horizon, you see Gadriel sitting near an animal-pelt tent. He seems to be making a small cairn out of rocks, but each time he builds it up, he slaps it down again with a look of bitter frustration.

 No.727919

>>727918
Shei-Sher stands by Gadd's tent watching him do his thing for a while. Letting the remorse build up inside himself before speaking up "Gadds. Come, Little Journey and Box cooked a feast for breakfast. Really, it's all quite good.. A warm meal soothes the soul."

 No.727920

>>727919
Gadriel just sits there, not even looking your way.

 No.727921

>>727918
"Beast Mastery?"
>"Yea! It's this cool way to train and do stuff with your pets! I got Hopper all set up with it!"
He beams with pride as Zjetya and River show interest in his new toys.
>"Yup. I'll have my own magic shows going with Hopper soon enough!"

Pryce isn't sure how to respond to Spitshine's comment. He can only imagine how a slaver would go with that lifestyle, but that is Spitshine's father, and being openly negative of him wouldn't be right in front of Spitshine.
"River and Zjetya are the only mares I will ever consider. I chose and offered this because I care about their happiness, not for my own selfishness."
Pryce says to reassure.

 No.727922

>>727918
Flaming takes a big bite of the hayggs and haycon, chewing them slowly in her mouth as she enjoys the sweet, savory combination. She melts into her chair, lost in flavor before swallowing. "Aaah… by the spirits, that's good!" She takes another bite, downing it with a small side of soup she pours for herself (as well as one additional bowl of especially spicy bisque for Spark), before turning over towards Journey, grabbing some haycon, "This is amazing, you're a genius!" She says, putting some haycon into his mouth. "Now you eat up too, you got to get your energy back after putting in this much work!" She commands him as she feeds him a bit of his own breakfast.

>>727918
Flaming laughs, "Trust me, Regina, after yesterday, I could use less intense… no offense, your games were really REALLY fun but, I could do with something a bit more down to Earth. I'd love to try one of your other stories we didn't get a chance to go into. Want to set up right after breakfast? I read these games can take a while."

 No.727923

>>727918

Amy looks at Box vibrating. "Do you want a hug too, Box?" Amy asks with a grin.

>>727918
>>727916

"You guys want to… play a game? The day before Tartarus?" Amy asks, cocking her head nervously.

"I… was just thinking about working on my witchy powers. I can't believe I'm the one saying we SHOULDN'T have fun…"

 No.727924

>>727923
Flaming frowns, "I- I know, that sounds weird, but, I guess I just really want to try it just once you know? Before going in. I know I probably have better things I should be doing, like figuring out how to get this god-thing right, but, you know… when's the next chance we'll get?"

 No.727925

>>727924

Amy frowns. "I'm sorry, you're right," she says softly.

 No.727926

>>727920
Shei-Sher sits beside Gadriel. "Come spend the day with me. Spend some time together while we still have it. And even still, the end is not guaranteed. I've escaped the brink of death a number of times now. You never know."

 No.727927

>>727921
"And we said yes because it was what we wanted of our own free will," River adds.
Spitshine doesn't offer a response. By the grimace on his face, it seems like hearing these rebuttals have only caused him to shut down with frustration. He just collects the empty plates and takes them to the sink.
Sugar gulps, the awkwardness getting to her. "Wh-why don't we go see the others soon? I'd like to meet those Witches you've all met."

>>727922
Spark squeaks with delight as he slurps up the spicy broth, occasionally burping out tiny plumes of fire.
LJ laughs, grabbing himself a plate of pancakes to complement the hayggs and haycon. Occasionally he'll dip one of your haycon pieces into the syrup, going on some kind of ramble about how the maple and the grease of the haycon mix in such and such ways. You've never seen this kind of culinary expertise from him. He trails off now and again from being tired, but a few cups of coffee seems to perk him up.

>>727923
"In a manner of speaking," Box mumbles. It's clear what he really wants.

>>727923
>>727922
Regina holds up a claw. "Well, it's up to you. Amy, I can make the campaign something in which you can practice as intently as you want. But, Flaming might find it a little too intense for her tastes after what you endured yesterday."
The others take note of this conversation, and start talking among themselves. From what you overhear, they seem to be divided down the line. Some, like _____, Blessings and Volkama, want to get in as much training as they can. Others, such as Wireframe and Busta, sound like they would much rather take it easy, keeping their minds free for one final day of relaxation before the next stage of their quest.
"We don't all have to do everything as a group, honestly," Blessings says. "After all, it's their date. Why don't we go check in on other things? Cover our bases?"
"Oh, right!" Rus Tea says. "I need to check in with the rest of the Choir. Amy, Flaming, I don't know if you heard, but Doctor Galton arrived here last night. She says she wanted to speak to you. You are Ecclesian soldiers, after all."
"Oh, right," Regina says. "I met with her last night. A most curious, laconic woman."

>>727926
Gadriel turns away, rubbing at his eyes for a few moments. "…Can you escape this… this 'Sacrifice' thing?"

The answer to that, as you remember all too clearly, is no.

 No.727928

>>727927
>>727924

"Well then I guess first thing we should do is talk to that Galton lady," Amy says with a nod.

She looks to Flaming. "Ready to go? We can play later."

 No.727929

>>727927
Pryce feels guilty as Spitshine goes silent for the rest of breakfast. What River said about this lifestyle being barbaric comes back to mind, and Spitshine's father likely went down the route with it. For now he leaves the topic off, not pushing it further on the colt.
>"Yea! Let's go see the witches!"
"Right. You three can set your stuff away while we clean up, then we'll go meet up with the others."
Pryce says at the topic chance. He finishes off his haycon and hayggs, taking a piece of toast with a spread of butter and jelly and clearing off the rest of his coffee. KP goes off to find a good spot for the aquarium while Pryce helps River and Zjetya put the dishes away and clean up. As they do the dishes, Pryce gives Zjetya a kiss on the cheek so she can have a proper breakfast serving of love, and then gives River a kiss as well to not leave her out.

Once they're all ready, Pryce gathers them all, pets included, to track down the party.

 No.727930

>>727927
Shei puts his arm over Gadriel.
"I do not actually know. But I never do anything unprepared. Everything at my disposal, all of my power, will be used to escape Tartarus' clutches. And I will be counting on you and Amy, and everyone else to leave Tartarus as soon as the deed is done. If I tie my soul to someone else the sooner you all leave Tartarus the more of a chance I will have."

 No.727931

>>727929
>Memory [1d10]

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.727932

>>727927
Flaming laughs alongside Journey, stealing some of his toast and jams to make up for her haycon pieces and taking his suggestions about what kind of butters and spreads to put with her food to enhance the flavor. She says, with an unlady-like mouthful of food,
"This is really good, Journey, seriously. I wish I knew how to cook like this but, whenever I tried to help my mama in the kitchen back in the tribe I sort of excelled at finding new ways to light things on fire. Do you like burnt flatbread? Cause I can make that."

>>727927
>>727928
"Galton…" Flaming repeats, remembering that griffon to be quite a bit of trouble, especially where the Mariposan princesses were concerned. "Right, as members of Ecclesia I guess we have a duty to speak to her first."

She nods to Amy, "Right, let's finish up breakfast and go see her. Then when we get back we can decide what to do next." She looks to Regina, Box, and Journey, "You'll wait for me before starting the date, right?" She honestly asks.

 No.727933

>>727929
The last you saw of Banana Splitz was in Vitral, you recall, in the Cozy Vimana. There, he seemed to be with only one mare, and his daughter, Sundae III. There seemed to be no evidence of a harem or concubines anywhere.

Spitshine is silent for the rest of the time, but eventually does come with you. River and Zjetya appreciate the kisses, but take care to return them only when Spitshine isn't looking. Afterward, once everyone's done, River conjures a Dark Corridor, which takes you to the garden where everyone else is having their own breakfasts.

>>727930
Gadriel sits there, slumped over, his head between his knees for a long while. Eventually, he stands, clenching and unclenching his fists, releasing tension. "…Okay. Where did you say everyone was?"

>>727932
"Burnt flatbread is only a few steps away from pizza!" LJ excitedly says. "You ever have one of those?"

>>727932
>>727928
>>727931
After LJ, Box and Regina assure Flaming and Amy that they won't start the date without them, Regina gives Flaming and Amy directions to where Galton can be found.

Regina goes on: As it turns out, Doctor Galton was sent over upon Sir Ichimonji receiving reports that an Ecclesian soldier with a black septagram button on his lapel had stolen bags of Dove Incense from the Witch population. Galton and this mysterious member had come back to Threecoins last night, relinquishing the stolen bags to Regina, as requested.

Doctor Galton also wanted to retrieve the bodies of several escapees from Vitral. Following Metatron's attack on Vitral, some of the initial escapees managed to get some distance north before succumbing to the strange disease that turned their bodies to glass. A few of the Witches loyal to Regina at the time discovered their bodies and brought them to Threecoins, to be placed under Regina's care. (You remember hearing about this from the three Witches you met when first arriving here).

"ANYWAY, you'll find her in the Observatory… hopefully. That's where I told her to wait, after all," Regina finally concludes.

It's at this point that Pryce, Zjetya, River, Sugar, Spitshine, KP, Hopper and Lockjaw arrive at the picnic grounds via Dark Corridor.

 No.727934

>>727933
"In the garden." Shei stands "Follow me." Shei leads Gadriel back to the breakfast table.

 No.727935

>>727933
Pryce wonders if Splitz changed his ways, or if maybe he goes through various phases on this. Either way, that seems like a talk for later. Once everypony is prepared, Pryce leads on through the corridor.

>>727933
>>727932
>>727928
Pryce steps out into the garden, seeing everypony gathered and having breakfast.
"Good morning everypony."
He greets.

KP turns around in place, circling as he walks forward at the lavish garden they're now in. He's about to comment in his usual enthusiasm, but he stops as he spots Regina, walking over and looking up at the sphinx.
>"Whoa…. You're huuuge."

 No.727936

>>727934
Upon your triumphant return, the others greet Gadriel heartily. Blessings and Deriva wave him over, offering him a spot beside them, as well as a plate stocked with fish and chips. Gadriel takes the seat, offering only a mumbled bit of thanks.

 No.727937

>>727933
>>727932

"So she wants to ask us to do some favors…" Amy grumbles. "Alright, Shortyhorns… Let's go…"

Amy gets up from the table, having finished her meal. She follows Regina's directions.

 No.727938

>>727935

"Hi," Amy grumbles. "We were just leaving. See you later."

 No.727939

>>727935
Regina's eye twitches. "I prefer to be called Regina, Queen-Mother of the Coven of Wacachan, and Mother of Illusions, thank you… Pryce?"
"Oh, that's KP. It's a long story," Box says. "Think of him as… actually, kind of similar to a Replica, all things considered. He's like a kid brother to Pryce, not a son."
Regina frowns. "You people are so weird."

 No.727940

>>727933
"Pizza… I'm almost sure I've heard it mentioned but no, I haven't tried it. Like a cheesy bread thing, right? Maybe we can have some for dinner."

>>727935
Flaming looks at Pryce, "Morning sleepyhead. You're late! We started bright and early already. We have to go take care of some Ecclessia business at the Observatory but we'll be back soon."

>>727933
>>727937
As Regina explains the whole situation, she sighs in relief. "I'm glad to hear they returned the incense. I just wish I understood why they felt it was needed to take them in the first place. We'll talk to them about the bodies, I think they just want to try and help them get back to normal. We'll move over to the Observatory and talk to her. Amy, get the broom!"

 No.727941

>>727938
>>727940
"You're leaving already?"
Pryce questions as Amy grumbles, looking to Flaming as she explains.
"Oh, alright. And I'm not late, we were having breakfast ourselves, and getting the kids."
Pryce says.
"Oh, wait, you're meeting somepony from Ecclessia here? That reminds me, we should do another of those cleansing rituals today. Flow had an incident yesterday from not clearing himself, so we should take precaution."


>>727939
Pryce steps over as he sees Regina's eye twitch.
>"You're a Queen? of Witches? Wow…"
KP says in awe, not realizing his earlier mistake.
"It's a bit of a story, but to sum it up there was a pony who cast a spell to remake my younger self."
Pryce explains.
"Sorry for that, we haven't explained everything yet to them."
He apologizes, and then takes out Covenkeeper manual to return.
"Also, we borrowed this last night."

 No.727942

>>727941
>>727940

"Or he could just stop going around murdering," she grumbles under her breath as she climbs on her broom.

 No.727943


>>727936
>>727935
Shei-Sher waves to Kid pryce "It feels like it's been ages since I last you little Pryce."

>>727933
>>727940
>Pizza
"Did someone say pizza? I actually never made one before. Before we go into Tartarus it is of high import we go without a pizza." Shei cuts into Little Journey and Flaming Shorthorn's conversation.

 No.727944

>>727943
>>727940
LJ grumbles. "Just 'cause I can make pizza doesn't mean I'm starting a business! Why do you want one all of a sudden?" he asks Shei.

>>727940
>>727937
After you fly back over to the Observatory, you land inside via an open window. Some time afterward, Rus Tea joins you, trotting over on hoof.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1j19swJ8Rc

At first, it seems like the Observatory is empty. But then, an outline of a door traces itself along the ground, as if someone were rapidly sketching it in charcoal. Once the drawing is complete, that door opens. Out floats a very tall, very skinny crystal pony stallion, clothed in an Ecclesian coat and trousers. He has a black septagram button upon his lapel, and his body appears to be a patchwork of different kinds of crystal, all lumped together. He floats using a small parasol, carried by an unknown breeze. You recognize his appearance as matching the description of the incense-thief.

He curtly nods to you, then reaches down, extending his hoof into the darkness beyond the door. Doctor Galton, a beautiful phoenix griffoness, with a black septagram stitched into her white labcoat, climbs out, aided by the stallion. Rus Tea stands at attention and salutes them, but Galton dismissively waves her claw.

"At ease, soldier. Ah-hu-hu-hu-hu, we were almost late," Doctor Galton says. "Thank you, Viper, for your speedy delivery."
"Of course, ma'am. Though I might suggest that we don't have so many last-second shopping trips when we are scheduled to meet someone."
"Utter nonsense! The Princesses require souvenirs," Galton retorts. She then turns to you. "Good to see you again, girls. Ichimonji speaks so highly of you these days. I understand it's you we have to thank for this new alliance brewing between Ecclesia and the Coven of Wacachan?"

>>727941
Regina takes back the book gingerly. "I thought I noticed something vanishing from my shelf. My perfectly well-organized shelf, of course," she says, affixing you with a look that reminds you not to speak out about her messy abode.

>Paused

 No.727945

>>727943
>"Hey Shei! Yea, a day can feel pretty long, can't it? Especially since you all have been going through a cool witch city."

 No.727946

>>727941
>>727942
Flaming sticks out her tongue, "Still shoulda come have breakfast with us instead!" She says jokingly, not really all that broken up about it. "And, maybe that'd be a good idea: I don't think anything Regina had for us yesterday had anything to do with demons… at least, not 'real' demons… but better safe than sorry."

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>>727943
>of high import we go without a pizza."
of high import we go with a pizza."

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>>727946
>>727941

"Yeah, I'm… gonna pass on that," Amy says uncomfortably. "Obviously."

 No.728356

Last time on HolyQuest…

The sun rose on the fifth and final morning before the Tartarus Expedition. The party spent the night in the Library of the Sacrosanct, having been provided lodging by the Coven of Wacachan. Apart from the Kindling, and apart from Pryce's and Flow's duel with Sir Estuary, there was little of note upon the agenda. They were free to spend their time as they liked.

Today would be the last of their free time until what was quite possibly the most important, and certainly the most dangerous, undertaking of their lives. Perhaps that precious little time would best be spent in the company of friends in relaxation. Perhaps it would be best spent in preparation, checking weapons and armor and practicing with spells and the Primordial Aspects. Perhaps consulting the stars and divines would be in order. Whatever they chose to use their time on, it would be wise to use it well.

Box set up his date with Regina the night before, and Little Journey made it a double date with Flaming Shorthorns soon after. To start things off, the two woke up a little early to cook a massive breakfast for the party.

Once the eating subsided, Flaming and Amy went to go speak briefly with Doctor Galton in the Observatory. Galton had arrived late last night to return the stolen dove incense, and to collect several survivors of Metatron's attack on Vitral, who had fled north before turning into glass as a result of the unknown disease Metatron weaponized. Shei, Flow and Pryce were still in the Library's garden, free to spend their time as they pleased.

 No.728357

>Shei, Flaming
LJ grumbles. "Just 'cause I can make pizza doesn't mean I'm starting a business! Why do you want one all of a sudden?" he asks Shei.

>Flaming, Amy

After you fly back over to the Observatory, you land inside via an open window. Some time afterward, Rus Tea joins you, trotting over on hoof.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1j19swJ8Rc

At first, it seems like the Observatory is empty. But then, an outline of a door traces itself along the ground, as if someone were rapidly sketching it in charcoal. Once the drawing is complete, that door opens. Out floats a very tall, very skinny crystal pony stallion, clothed in an Ecclesian coat and trousers. He has a black septagram button upon his lapel, and his body appears to be a patchwork of different kinds of crystal, all lumped together. He floats using a small parasol, carried by an unknown breeze. You recognize his appearance as matching the description of the incense-thief.

He curtly nods to you, then reaches down, extending his hoof into the darkness beyond the door. Doctor Galton, a beautiful phoenix griffoness, with a black septagram stitched into her white labcoat, climbs out, aided by the stallion. Rus Tea stands at attention and salutes them, but Galton dismissively waves her claw.

"At ease, soldier. Ah-hu-hu-hu-hu, we were almost late," Doctor Galton says. "Thank you, Viper, for your speedy delivery."
"Of course, ma'am. Though I might suggest that we don't have so many last-second shopping trips when we are scheduled to meet someone."
"Utter nonsense! The Princesses require souvenirs," Galton retorts. She then turns to you. "Good to see you again, girls. Ichimonji speaks so highly of you these days. I understand it's you we have to thank for this new alliance brewing between Ecclesia and the Coven of Wacachan?"

>Pryce

Regina takes back the book gingerly. "I thought I noticed something vanishing from my shelf. My perfectly well-organized shelf, of course," she says, affixing you with a look that reminds you not to speak out about her messy abode.

"Oh, by the way, how did your game go?" Regina asks. "I'm told the first games are always the most deadly. First-time Queen Mothers usually overestimate how much damage a party can take."

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>>728357
"Your neat and tidy bookshelf was how I was able to find it so easily with my magic."
Pryce says, reading her look.
"It went well. I did end up making the combat a little difficult, but Lockjaw has some pretty good luck with the dice."
Pryce says, giving Lockjaw a pat.
>"You guys got to play witch games too? Lucky."
KP chimes in.

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>>728357
"I may or may not have promised an Umbrel a freshly delivered Pizza in Tartarus's Hanger Port in exchange for esoteric knowledge." Shei-Sher finishes his coffee. Seeming almost sad it's gone.

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>>728358
"Yeah, he kept taking all my luck," Zjetya says. "You'd have thought that those dice didn't have numbers over 1 or 2, based on how I was rolling."
"It's too bad," River says. "You had such an optimized character, too. Things would have turned out worse if you didn't."
Lockjaw grunts happily, tearing away at some leftover fish that had went uneaten from breakfast. Regina smirks. "Are you going to want to make it a habit of playing? I can't lend you that book. It's my original copy. However, I have quite many more that I can let you take if you wish."

>>728359
"Just another day in the life of Shei, I suppose," LJ says. "So, what, am I supposed to cook a pizza just before we enter Tartarus? Depending on how long it takes us to get there, that pizza could either be stone cold or moldy."
"Well, not necessarily," Zjetya says. "I get Rus Tea to read me Ecclesian newspapers. They talk a lot about certain new magitechnologies that the engies have developed. There was a report a few weeks ago about food preservation equipment that incorporates the magic used to make bags of holding. I wouldn't be surprised if the Choir wanted to bring it in for the Tartarus Expedition."

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>>728360
>Depending on how long it takes us to get there, that pizza could either be stone cold or moldy."
"Well how would he be able to tell?" Shei shrugs "I can hardly imagine the food in Tartarus being much better than moldy pizza."

When Zjetya speaks up Shei-Sher is left a bit confused. He hasn't spoken to Zjetya since her transformation so its weird this stranger is talking like they know them. In fact, Zjetya is a character Shei has interacted with the least.

"Erm. My apologies but- Who are you?"

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>>728361
"We should get you a little nametag at this rate," Busta says to the strange newcomer.
"Yes, and some 'before and after' pictures, too," Zjetya says with a characteristic eye-roll. "Shei, it's me. Zjetya. I transformed shortly after Pryce added me to his romance."
"Such a crass way of putting it," River says. "I added you too!"
"Yeah, which was the most surprising part," Zjetya jokes.
River blushes but smiles.

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>>728360
>"Yea, totally!"
KP answers eagerly.
"It was a fun way to spend the night, and it might be good to have something easy to set up during travelling time."
Pryce says.
"Where did you get them? Picking up a collection of our own might be a good investment."

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>>728363
"Answering that would involve naming other Covens, and telling of their locations," Regina says. "I am grateful to you and your allies, but no Witch, even under the pain of the worst tortures, would commit such an act. It is one thing to talk vaguely about one's own Coven with trusted outsiders, but to name another Coven is to potentially send sisters to their deaths."
Sugar looks up at Regina sadly and puts her hoof on Regina's paw. "I take it Witches aren't welcome anywhere in the World, are they?"
"Only a few places are we safe; the same goes for books and other material that depict us as anything other than monsters to be slain."

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>>728362
"OH! That was yooou. There was so much activity the evening of, I was hardly aware of anyone else's business. I merely assumed Pryce was adding Another! to his romance." Shei says wisking his eyes up with admonishment only a second after realizing he's being an ass to two scary women.

"Ba-ah, I'm sorry! I did not mean it in that way. I mean, I hardly speak to you Zjetya and just this morning I viewed your affair with Pryce with complete contempt -This is unprecedented." Shei darts to River "You're fine with this?"

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>>728365
"Don't worry," Zjetya says. "A lot of us view you with complete contempt."
River nearly bursts out laughing, but stifles it. "…I am allowing it for a time. It is an unorthodox arrangement, and Pryce and Zjetya have been given an earful of the historic consequences for kingdoms where it was the norm for the elite to do as they pleased to mares. However, I trust them both, so I will honor their proposal for a month to see how I feel about it."

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>>728357
As they arrive at the Observatory, Flaming looks up in awe at the parasol Stallion, turning her head as they notice his peculiar behavior / poise. She recognizes him as the incense-thief, and gives him a hard glare as they approach.

When Galton comes out from the darkness, Flaming turns her attention to her next, standing at attention as she bows her head,
"That's really kind of her, but we're just happy to help, Miss Galton. And, it's owed to a lot more than just us that the Coven are willing to work together with Ecclessia now, but I'll pass on your message to them when we return. We all need to stand together to survive, I'd say."

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>>728364
"No need to say anymore, I won't pry."
Pryce says in understanding.

>"Really? But you seem so nice so far. Why would anypony want to slay witches?"

KP asks in disbelief at hearing how witches are treated.

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>>728366
>"A lot of us view you with complete contempt."
"Ha.. Ha.." Shei can only mock laughter after that sick burn.

>It is an unorthodox arrangement, and Pryce and Zjetya have been given an earful of the historic consequences for kingdoms

Shei snaps his hoof "Somebody beat me to it." Shei-Sher removes himself from the breakfast "I. am curious- but researching polygamy is a little above my paygrade. So I'll let Amy ask all the inappropriate questions and then I'll go to her for the details."

"Gadriel, are you done with breakfast? I want to tell Amy goodbye before we take our leave. I think she and Flaming left to the observatory."

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>>728368
"It's a very long story, little colt," Regina says. She reaches down to scratch your hair, but stops when she sees Hopper sitting in your mane. "I don't know who drew the first blood, but Witches have been at odds with the mortal world for a very long time. Curses and misfortune follow in our hoofsteps, and many Witches, feeling themselves pushed to the edge, give in to their dark paths, and seek after truly evil magic. I was about to make a decision like that myself, until your friends stopped me."

>>728367
"I couldn't agree more, young Flaming," Galton says. "Well, anyway, I don't want to take up too much of your time – we all have precious little time these days. The Tartarus Expedition is upon us, after all. So, I'll get straight to the point."
She gives each of you a grave look.
"Surrender your Ecclesian jackets and sidearms."
Rus Tea gulps, her face turning pale, her expression one of abject horror. Her hands tremble.
"D-doctor, if I may be so impertinent," Rus stammers. "Why are we being punished!? We haven't even received letters of reprimand!"
Doctor Galton turns her head. "Eh?"
Viper groans, rubbing his head. "Mind your phrasing, ma'am. First of all, you started off on the wrong item on the agenda. Second, you made it sound like these poor girls are being excommunicated."
Galton gasps and shakes her hands. "No, no, no, no, no! Sorry, I have so many things on my mind at the moment. I got jumbled up."

Galton sighs. "Let me clarify. I have come here bringing quite a few things for you. In addition to the Ecclesians who are already in your party, several more of us will be coming with you: Six members of the Choir, six members of the Spooks, and a few of the Horrors. We want to pull our weight in building the new world, after all. To that end, we will be giving you quite a few things. First of all, we want to enchant your armored jackets and guns, dramatically increasing their effectiveness. I thought that I'd take them off of you while I'm here to save on time."

Rus sighs with relief, slumping to the ground.

>>728369
"Take our leave?" Gadriel asks. "What's up? Where we headed?"

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>>728365
Pryce tuns as he hears Shei speaking with River and Zjetya about his romantic life.
"I wasn't having anything close to an affair Shei."


>>728370
>"Maybe now that there's worse things out there than bad luck, everypony can get along with witches again."
KP says in an optimistic tone.
>"And this place looks really nice. I don't see anything like curses or bad luck here."

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>>728370
Flaming at first has an elated smile on her face as Galton congratulations her, a sense of pride welling up… but then as she asks to turn over her jacket, her face drops in surprise.
"Wait, what?! Yeah, what did we do-"

As Viper helps her to clarify her phrasing, she looks on in utter confusion. As Galton explains, how they are sending in more of their number to help with the expedition AND will be enchanting their weapons and armor, Flaming looks relieved.
"Oh, OH! That is MUCH better news, thank you! We truly appreciate all the aid you have to offer, in that case i'll gladly give it over to you."

"Oh, uh, a question about the additional members we'll be taking into Tartarus: would you mind if we had a look at them first? It's not that we don't want every hoof on hand we can, but we've learned that Tartarus gets 'tricky' the more are going in, particularly if the more that are going in don't all coincide in their goals. The world warps according to the desires of those exploring it and, if even a single pony is distracted or has other aspirations in mind, it can endanger the entire expedition."

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>>728372
"Even Witches who have gained power to resist our cursed births are hated and reviled," Regina says. "So, I will be looking forward to see how a nation of wayward zealots, refugees from the far east, shall treat this alliance."
"If Ecclesia gives you any trouble, just tell us, and we'll fuck 'em up," Wireframe says.
Regina softly laughs. "What an assurance of safety."
"Don't take that literally, though," Zjetya says, shooting Wireframe a severe scowl. "Wireframe feels somewhat differently about Ecclesia than we do."

>>728376
"But of course; you will have a chance to speak with every member of the Expedition tomorrow, before we enter," Galton says. "I would bring them over now, but our teams are currently neck-deep in work, trying to finish the last of their own preparations before entering. I have little time to speak with you as it is.

"In any case, we have, with the cooperation of the Apostles of White, accessed their own records on Tartarus, as part of our preparations. It seems that even the ancient Sons of God struggled with that particular aspect of Tartarus. From what we have discerned so far, the Sons seemed to recommend entering in groups no larger than six. If you find that our members wouldn't have good compatibility with your own, we are prepared to travel separately so as not to jeopardize the Expedition."

Viper clears his throat. He goes to a wall and pushes against it. The wall swings open, revealing darkness beyond. Viper steps in, whistling as he does.

"Ah!" Galton exclaims. "Thank you, Viper. I am getting distracted. Anyway, the coats are just one thing we're giving you."

Viper comes back, wheeling with him a cart that is full to the brim with Caller Conches, much like the one Ichimonji gave you. A variety of colors are present.

"We don't know if long-range communications via the Conch will be possible in Tartarus," Viper says. "And it won't be possible to tell. However, we thought we'd bring these over to you just in case. There should be enough here for every member of your party to have their own. Take your pick."

Rus goes over and picks a pink one.

 No.728378

And it won't be possible to test prior to our entry.*

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>>728377
>"They've been pretty friendly so far, and I don't think they'll do anything if you all agreed to work together."
KP says.

"She does have the right idea, if a bit extreme," Pryce comments to Wireframe's bol declaration, "We have a strong reputation with Ecclesia, and if anything goes awry we will help you and your Coven."

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>>728377
Flaming nods, "If it wouldn't be too much to ask, we'd appreciate that chance to talk with them. I'm sure things will work out one way or another with all our groups, but if we split that may be for the best after all."

She turns towards Viper as he clears his throat, and she looks on in surprise as he pushes the wall open, demonstrating his peculiar ability again. As he pulls out the Caller Conches, Flaming smiles,

"OH! Just like the one I have with Ichimonji!" She says in glee, dashing over to the conches as she looks throughout the batch. "This is perfect, thank you! Communication will be extra important." She reaches in and grabs at a gray one. "Shei's still borrowing mine, so I'll give him this so I can take mine back."

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>>728370
>>728377

Amy already started taking her Ecclesian jacket out of her saddle bag the moment she was told to surrender them. She didn't much mind being kicked out. However, upon being told they intend to bless them, she says, "Oh. Thanks!"

She also takes a purple conch.

"I'm sorry, but what are Spooks and Horrors?"

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>>728380
Regina nods. "I figured as such. Buiwong spoke highly of you all during his visit."
"How kind of him," River deadpans. "But apart from his characteristic lies, he wouldn't be wrong to say that we stay true to those who are good to us."

Suddenly, you feel a weight plop down on your head. You feel the warm stickiness of frog's goop too. KP sees that Hopper leaped off his head and landed on Pryce's. Hopper announces his arrival with an annoyed screech.

Regina laughs. "I take it I'm interrupting something?"

>>728386
"That would be me," Viper, the tall crystal pony says. "The Spooks are the personal bodyguards and assistants to the twelve members of the Choir. Each of us were the students of Sir Gegenschein back when he was Grand Legate of the Morte Legionem. However, we don't pay him any special favor over our own assigned Chorister. I am Viper, assigned to Doctor Galton here. Our code names are taken from the twelve signs of the Accorsian – or rather, the Ecclesian – Zodiac. As for the Horrors, they are assistants and bodyguards of the Spooks. To put it simply, for every one Chorister, there is one Spook. For every one Spook, there are two Horrors. Twelve Choristers, twelve Spooks, twenty-four Horrors."

>>728381
>>728386
"Purse!" Galton squawks at Viper. Viper pushes his hoof down on a table, opening up a smaller door. He reaches in, then fishes out a small leather purse, which he gives to Galton. Galton rifles through the contents, pulling out a notebook that is heavily annotated, the pages heavy with ink. She flips through several pages, muttering to herself. "Okay, to-do list… coats, conches… ah, here we are."

Galton clears her throat, getting her demeanor back under control. "Sorry. A thousand plates to juggle. I have two final gifts for you, only one of which is here right now. As you may know, when someone dies in this world, their soul remains in the body for three days, before departing for the Ocean of Souls, housed in the Moon. However, our research shows that if one dies in Tartarus, their soul is claimed by that cursed land's very soil. Tartarus itself manipulates and mutates body and soul, creating a twisted chimera out of the deceased. You can think of it as an instantaneous reincarnation, into a most horrid form.

"To that end, we are developing special talismans capable of protecting and binding souls. Should you feel you are about to die, merely touch the talisman to your body, and your soul shall be extracted. The captive soul shall be taken by Living Saint Zoantharia, who is coming with us. When he emerges from Tartarus, he will release all souls captured by this method, so they may take their eternal rest. But, we are still working on creating those. They will be ready by tomorrow. You can imagine how long it would take to create such powerful items, of course.

"However… the final gift, and the one I actually did bring, is a bit unconventional. He says he's an old ally of yours and wouldn't stop pestering Holy Hours until he approved a change of mission. Of course, how could I say no to a former Savior?"

Viper opens another door in the wall, which opens to darkness. Galton extends her hand to it. "That's your cue, dear."

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>>728387
https://pastebin.com/jbpPAusX

The large earth pony walks out of the magical door, wrapped in cloth and leather wrappings. Carrying with him a beaten kite shield and a rifle strapped over his back, he looks at those in front of him.

>>728386
>>728381
"Some new faces as well, eh? Is Pryce around?"

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>>728387
"While I hate to say it, that's good to hear."
Pryce says with disdain. Before he can go further, he looks up as he feels a weight and wetness on his head.
"Oh, hello Hopper. Been a while, hasn't it."
Pryce looks up to Regina.
"We've been taking on a lot of pets recently."
>"Oh yea! It's been a whole day since you saw him, check out his cool new outfit!"
KP says excitedly. Pryce picks up Hopper of his head, noting his new wizard attire.
"It's pretty fitting."
>"Yea, it's to go with the new Beast Mastery stuff I got, since Hopper is all in tune with us and our magic! And also Zjetya too."

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>>728387

"That's an awful lot of people to be bringing into Tartarus," Amy points out. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

>>728389
>>728387

"An old friend?" Amy asks excitedly, her tail wagging. But, upon seeing someone she doesn't recognize, she cocks her head.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. But, I'm always happy to make new friends! My name is Amy! Amy Thest!"

Before Cloak can responds, the wolf-pony grabs him and gives him a tight hug. "Well, actually, my OFFICIAL name now is Amy Thest the Inescapable Revelrous Friendmaking Heartthief Hugger," she continues to chatter into his ear as she hugs him.

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>>728387
Flaming takes a look at Viper. "How are you doing that? It kind of looks like some kind of Dark Corridor. Does it have anything to do with that?"

As she explains how the talismans work, and the horrific fate of those who die in Tartarus, Flaming's eyes open wide with relief. "So, even if we FAIL in Tartarus, we won't be cursed to stay there?! That's great news!" She pauses, "Wait, you said this talisman works by touching it to you if you feel you're about to die. Does that mean, if you touch it to yourself, you'll instantly die? So, you should really, REALLY be sure you want to touch it first?"

>>728387
>>728389
As Galton reveals the second gift, that being a former ally of the party, Flaming twists her head at the new arrival, looking at the large pony with intrigue.

"Uh… I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. You know Pryce? Yeah, he's real close by. But, who are you?"

 No.728397

>>728391
Cloak raises a hoof to great the wolf-pony before being grabbed and pulled into a hug. He stands in slight shock for a moment, before relaxing and hesitantly patting her on the back.

"It is.. nice to meet you too, Miss Amy Thest. It is nice to see such enthusiasm, you'd get along with my wife."

>>728392
Cloak waves his one free hoof to the buffalo, offering an awkward grin as he's held in place by Amy.

"I once traveled with Sir Pryce and the others before the Firmament shattered. My erm, title is Hypostasus, Embodiment of Patience, Follower of Hypomone." He says looking away briefly, "Apologies if it is wordy, I did not choose said title."

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>>728390
But as you pull Hopper off your head, he screeches angrily again. He bites down on the side of your hoof several times. It doesn't hurt, but his annoyance is plan to see. Lockjaw looks up at Hopper, and Hopper growls at him. Lockjaw's tail wiggles with interest.

Regina rubs her chin. "Witches have their share of pets, thralls and familiars, but even I haven't seen a frog get jealous."
"Jealous?" Spitshine asks.
"Just look at him!" Regina exclaims. "Don't tell me, Pryce: Did you get him before Lockjaw? It wouldn't surprise me."

>>728392
Viper smirks. "Not quite. My power came about through my training under Grand Legate Gegenschein, when I was hardly more than a homeless colt. I have no connection to your god Buiwong, personally. My power specializes in short-range movement, and not long-range teleportation. It also has a number of other uses."

Suddenly, his head falls off. Or so it seems. His head flops off at a 180 degree angle, but is still connected to his neck at the right side. There is only darkness visible on the underside of his head and the top of his now-headless neck, like what you saw beyond the doors he opened.

"I say!" Viper exclaims. "Who turned everything upside down?"

>>728392
"That is exactly what it entails," Galton says. "There are a number of safety precautions built into it, however, to prevent accidental activation. There are secret words that must be said to activate the spell, and it cannot be invoked against someone else. It can only be used against one's self."

>>728389
>>728391
>>728392
>>728397
"Careful that you don't let Holy Hours hear you," Galton warns Cloak with a smile. "I hear that he was very proud of that title. It took him quite a long time looking into etymology and nomancy, or name divination, to come up with a fortuitous title. I trust it will bring you fortune."
"Moreover, you left out an important part," Viper says. "He is one of the Horrors to Rooster, who in turn is the Spook to Sir Holy Hours. He is one of the few Horrors we are bringing on this mission, for we believe he is one of the few cut out for it."
"We will need every capable member that we can spare," Galton says. "Gegenschein, knowing what he knows about Mudi, Vizsla and Tartarus is still concerned that it may not be enough. But, what we bring we will have to make do with."
"If there is nothing else to tend to here, we must be off," Viper says. "Doctor, you're overdue for your meditations."
"Ah, right," Galton says. "Girls, Cloak, if you have need of me, please call Viper here. I and the other Choristers will be in a secret rite for most of the day. to prepare our souls and bodies. If you want equipment upgrades, weapon refinements, and so forth, Viper will assist you."

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>>728397

"You have a wife?" Amy asks happily as she lets Cloak go. "Is she here? I'm always happy to make more friends!"

Again, before Cloak can get a word in, she continues to talk. "So, you were with Pryce and the others before the whole sky breaking thing? Did you know that Punish lady? And Gabriele? Shei talks about Gabriele all the time. She was like a mother to him, or so he says. But, he kinda seems like he doesn't understand relationship connections in general."

"But, I guess I shouldn't judge him," Amy laughs, continuing to jabber on. "It's not like I'm much better. I used to eat people who got close to me."

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>>728398
Pryce chuckles a bit, giving Hopper at pat and setting him back down on his head.
"I did, yes. A long time ago. I didn't think he'd be jealous though…"
As Lockjaw looks up with interest at Hopper, KP comes over and gives the deviljho a back scratch.
>"It has been a while. We should trade pets today to make up for the lost time!"
"I'm not leaving you alone with Lockjaw. We can all stick together today instead."

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>>728397
Flaming bows her head, "Sorry about her, she's a very 'hoofs on'… or, 'paws on' kind of greeting-pony. Get used to hugs with her."

She smiles, "OH! Then you know Shei and Sir Flow too then, right? I'm Flaming Shorthorns, of Clan Climbing-Fire. And, don't worry about the title: you should hear Amy's."

>>728398
Flaming nods as he offers his explanation of how his powers work, but then when his head suddenly and inexplicably POPS off, she gives a shrill yelp, bouncing back, looking at his disconnected head by the hinge he's created.

"T-that's freaky! But, also kinda cool…"

>>728398
As Galton prepares to depart, Flaming approaches her, "Thank you very much for these gifts and boons, Galton. I know they'll all come in handy once we enter Tartarus. I think Pryce and Shei especially will be excited to hear Leather's joining us. Though, before you go I had one more question: the Mariposan princesses, are they doing well?"

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>>728398
"At the very least, it fits me more than any of the other Horrors I have seen. In the end, it was Holy Hour's patience that faltered when it come to my request go journey into Tartarus, not my own." He laughs heartily. "You have my thanks, Doctor."

>>728399
Cloak adjusts himself as he's freed from the vice grip, "I knew the two, yes." the stallion says flatly, before returning to his calm smile when made mention of visiting his wife.

"She is currently bound to a bed in the Cairn, against her will no doubt. She would greatly prefer to be with me now if she could. She likes to make new friends too."

>>728402
"I have heard Amy's, unless there is one even longer than what she has given me. I do not mind the hugs, I am used to unwarranted physical contact and loud noises from my work as a Horror."

Cloak nods, "All three of them, yes. I must ask, do you travel with a Dania as well? We met briefly before we were separated, do you know if she still travels with the troupe?"

 No.728407

>>728370
>>728370
"I thought I said it already. I want to vist my ex-tribe, the goats. Just one more time before the day can end." Shei then smiles "And then we have other things on the itenerary. It should be a fun day!"

>>728372
"It was painfully obvious to everyone the affections being exchanged." Shei says as he is in the middle of leaving "I don't have time for this, all things consider congratulations. You are a very, very, very lucky man."

>>728389
>>728398
>>728399
>>728402

"Leather!" Leather hears a teenage voice call out to him. Just as Gadriel and Shei entered the observatory, Shei made a dash and tackled Leather Cloak. If he recognizes the goat at all, he'll note that he's grown quite a bit since he last saw him.

papers and books fly out of his bag, as he tackles Leather in a hug

 No.728409

>>728407
Having just recovered from his first hug he was subjected to, it's Leather Cloak's large stature and sturdiness that prevents him from being knocked over by the pubescent goat. Unlike with Amy, he returns the hug in full.

"Shei-Sher, you've so grown much since we last traveled together. I apologize for our disappearance."

 No.728410

>>728404

"Bound to a bed?" Amy asks with a grin. "Into freaky stuff, huh? I like it," she says with a wink.

>>728404
>>728402

"There's nothing 'unwarranted' about hugging a new friend!" Amy objects.

>>728407
>>728404

"Your name is Leather?" Amy asks with a laugh. "That's a silly name."

 No.728411

>>728400
Lockjaw pushes his head against KP, the force of which nearly knocks KP over, though Lockjaw seems unaware of it. Katcher and Pucchini squawk with amusement. Hopper groans. Using his long tongue, he snatches up the clothes that the spiders made for him, dangling them in front of your eyes. Seems like he wants you to put them on.
"Why not give them their own adventure with Covenkeeper?" Regina suggests. "If Lockjaw can handle playing, perhaps your other pets can figure it out."

>>728402
In the blink of an eye, his head re-attaches, and Viper laughs. "Life has many doors, not just the ones that others have built for you. I prefer my own."

>>728402
>>728399
>>728404
>>728407
Galton collects the cloaks from Rus, Amy, and Flaming, then tosses them to Viper. Viper gestures to the cart. "Go ahead and bring that back to Lilane once you've passed out all the conches, please."
Galton then turns to Flaming with a smile. "They're doing better than ever! Laciela had the sniffles for the past few days, but Yareakh was sure to help her get over that. We haven't yet gotten to the bottom about the strange reports of Mudi coming into possession of a wing like Laciela's, but I trust we will find out soon."

A cool chill flits through Cloak at the mention of Laciela and Yareakh, the twin alicorn princesses of Mariposa. He hasn't had much interaction with them, as they seldom stray from Lilane, one of Ecclesia's northernmost holdings, these days. But in prior months, back before Cloak was even aware of the Saviors, they had visited some of the holdings further south, as an attempt at building morale for the war effort. Everywhere they went on their tours of holdings, strange incidents followed. A mixture of sudden good and bad fortune, almost in equal measure. Mass reports of deja and jamais vu. Days suddenly seeming longer or shorter without apparent reason. All the while, the Choir has said nothing of these episodes.

Viper opens a final door in the wall, and with a wave, he and Galton depart through it.

>>728407
>>728404
After Cloak gets over being tackled, he turns to see a slender-yet-muscular female minotaur in Ecclesian trousers and a tunic standing before him. Next to her is a small metallic griffon. The minotaur offers a salute.
"Good to meet you, sir," she says in a deep voice. "I am Rus Tea of Ecclesia. Division: Congregation. Rank: Ravager."
The griffon offers his hand for a shake. "And I'm Gadriel. I'm Shei's younger brother, mother and lab experiment. Kind of sort of not really."

 No.728412

>>728411
>>728409
>>728407

"Yeah, like I said… he doesn't really understand relationships…" Amy says as Gadriele makes his HORRENDOUS introduction.

 No.728413

>>728398
>>728409
[Gadriel description]
You see the person Shei-Sher came in with. At first appearance one might assume was an angel due to his metal coat. A lion, with hind talons. His entire body is made up of a light grey metal with a violet sheen in the right light. Many sharp needles make up his fur though it seems to behave as if pliable and soft. His wings are vestigial palor plumes of fluffy, wispy fur. And a lengthy tail for his body much like a cat.

 No.728414

>>728410
Cloak rubs his temples at Amy's first remark, giving a chuckle regardless. "Oh yes, you two would get along."

>>728402
>>728402
He clears his throat, looking to Flaming and Amy. "Yes, my proper name is Leather Cloak, I make an effort not to wear one as a result."

>>728411
Cloak shudders involuntarily at the mention of the two alicorns, turning to the minotaur and nodding. "My pleasure, Rus Tea." With Gadriel's introduction, he turns to Shei before accepting the hand shake.
>>728413
"Gadriel? Any relation to Gabby, Shei?"

 No.728415

>>728404
Flaming raises her eyebrow, "Uh… that sounds like a weird job, being a Horror. You get hugged a lot?"

She nods, "Yeah! Though, Dania actually had to stay behind in Zha Arlakane…" she snickers, "Okay, you're still calling her a she? Okay, I think I might have some surprising news for you then: did you know Dania was actually a boy all along?"

>>728407
>>728404
As Leather and Shei engage in another hug, Flaming laughs. "Okay, I guess you better get used to a lot of those. So you DO know this pony, Shei."

>>728410
"I gave up trying to argue something like that with you a long time ago, Amy." Flaming says with a snicker.

>>728411
"Could… is that spell easy to teach?" Flaming asks in a mix of disgust and interest.

>>728411
"Oh good, word of that got to you. I was worried about it too, but Mudi's become something of an uneasy ally, I don't think we can make any moves on that feather one way or the other until at least the issue of Tartarus is dealt with. Anything you want us to do regarding it now since we're in frequent contact with the Witch?"

 No.728416

>>728411
KP laughs as he's nearly shoved over, and then tries to give Lockjaw a shove back in play.
>Shove [1d10]
Pryce takes the outfit in his telekinesis, picking up Hopper again in his hooves so he can look at frog as he puts on his new outfit.
"That would be a nice idea, especially if Hopper really is that jealous."
Pryce comments after Hopper is now in his wizard attire, then placing the frog back on his head.
"I think we will have to borrow a few of those extra books after all."

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.728418

>>728415
>Before Viper and Galton peace out
"Sure, we can sit down and practice for thirty or so years," Viper says, completely seriously.

 No.728419

>>728418
"…maybe AFTER we get out of Tartarus then, thanks." Flaming says with much less interest, already knowing she's got mountains of homework coming from Fairy.

 No.728420

>>728415
"No," Galton says to your second question. "We will conduct our own investigation, and questioning her too much about it will potentially interfere with that, given your connections to her. If and when you see her, simply keep an eye on its powers, if any, and report them to us via the Conch."

She quickly gives you her Conch code and Viper's.

 No.728421

>>728410
"It's a fine equish name. You just aren't used to Accorsian culture."

>>728412
"Shush, bad Amy." Shei lightly pats your head, but firmly, showing his disapproval.

>>728411
>>728414
"Leather Cloak.. This is Gabriele and Evel's Punishment. Together, as one. I brought them back three years they were deceased -during the reckoning." Shei puts an arm over Gadriel's back as he further introduces him. "That is why he's my brother. And this >>728412 Amy thest is my girlfriend."

>>728415
"I originally traveled with Leather Cloak. When I was sent on my mission from Hearthome to vanquish Buiwong, all those years ago."

 No.728424

>>728415
Leather chuckles again in a bassy pitch, "I wish, Miss Flaming. I take the brunt of the blows when fighting along Rooster, as he is not the type to watch his flank. I am told I have lasted the longest as his Horror so far."

Cloak blinks at Flaming's mention of Dania's gender. "I was not aware." He blinks a few times more for good measure, suddenly deep in thought thinking to his past travels.

>>728421
Cloak closes his eyes, processing the information. "I had heard they were no longer with the party. They are- It… He introduced himself, I am to assume they are them in body only?"

 No.728425

>>728424
"In Body and spirit." Shei illustrates the point by bringing his hooves together to touch "They are one, and try not to be rude. He is his own person you realize."

 No.728427

>>728414
>>728421

"Being named after clothes is weird," Amy states matter-of-factly.

>>728421

"You're just lucky I like it," she says to Shei as he pats her head.

 No.728428

>>728416
Lockjaw lets himself be bowled over onto one side, then rolls back up and tries to push back again.
[1d10]
Hopper gradually calms down as you dress him. Once he's all done, he holds up his staff, and twirls it, causing several small orbs of water to float about him.
Regina nods, then reaches about in her bag beside her. She pulls out a skull much like the one she let you take from her house, then taps it twice. "You heard the stallion. Bring me a spare copy of Witches and Wargs, 3E."
Some smoke floats out of the skeleton's eyes, floating off in the direction of the tree-house.
"It'll just be a while," Regina says. "Find yourself a place to set up while we wait."

>>728421
>>728412
>>728413
>>728414
>>728419
"I'm a demon," Gadriel says. "Or, something along those lines. I was created in a process of Fusion, using the souls of Gabriele, Evil's Punishment, and Wrath, their created angel child. For the Fusion, Shei also used the souls of demons."
"Sounds like certain novels I've read and never told anyone about…" Rus comments.
Gadriele rolls his eyes. "Now you see why I have such a hard time introducing myself, mister Cloak. All I can say is that I remember you in a fashion. Those who were born of Fusion often have glimmers of memories when confronted with beings and places that their past lives recognize. They… they thought you were a pretty good guy. I'm sure they're wishing the best for you and your wife."

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.728429

>>728428
>>728424
"That's right. Glass Dagger -where is she now?"

 No.728431

>>728428
>>728425
"Hmn. I see." Cloak's face is stern as he tries to process his emotions on the matter. Quiet for a long time, the stallion takes solace in Amy's welcome distraction from the subject at hand.

>>728427
"I apologize, Miss Amy Thest. If I knew it had been off-putting, I would've asked to had it changed when I was born."

>>728429
"Bedbound in the Cairn, likely getting in an argument with one of the nurses about why she can't leave. The mare hasn't been able to fly for the last two months, yet she thinks she could assist on the expedition to Tartarus. Even in her state, still as full as fighting spirit as ever." He smiles yet again, "We exchanged vows the month after the Firmament shattered. If we were going to make it through the end of the world as we knew it, we decided it should be together. Properly together."

 No.728432

>>728420
Flaming nods her head. "Understood then, Miss Galton. We'll just keep an eye on her from here and make sure she doesn't cause any more trouble. If she does anything with the feather that I haven't seen her do yet, I'll be sure to let you know."

She coughs, "And… when you go back, please tell Ichimonji to give me a call? I haven't seen her in a while."

>>728420
"AH!" Flaming says in understanding, nodding her head. "That is… a lot less fun than hugging, huh?"

As he seems bewildered at the reveal of Dania's nature, Flaming laughs, "Yeah, that was pretty much my reaction too. WEIRD, right? Not just that, not only was Dania really a boy, he was a PRINCE."

>>728421
"That's great! Bet you're excited to see him again, huh? Is he strong?"

>>728428
>>728425
>>728424
As Gadriel introduces himself, Flaming looks to Leather, "Oh! Why not get the whole reunion in? Do you want us to take you to Pryce?"

 No.728433

>>728428
KP tumbles back, essentially somersaulting backwards from Lockjaw's mighty push. KP stops on his back, and goes into a laughing fit.
>"That was great!"

"I'll go check in with Amy and Flaming in the meantime. I want to catch their Ecclesian business before they leave."
>"I'll wait here!"
Pryce turns to head to the Observatory where he was told they were going earlier, leaving it up to Zjetya and River if they want to come or stay with Regina.

KP sits up, catching his breath after the tumble and looking at Regina for a moment.
>"So what are you?"

 No.728434

>>728432
"Battle often isn't fun, yes, but it must be done." His attention is fully on Flaming as she mentions visiting Pryce. "At the moment, there is nothing else I'd wish to do more."

 No.728438

>>728432
Shei nods "He is an excellent mercenary. But as I see him, I can feel how much stronger he's become."

>>728431
>>728432
"Oh yes! This would be a good opportunity to introduce him to the whole family."

 No.728440

>>728431

Amy waves her hoof-paws frantically in objection. "I didn't say it was bad! I just said it was weird! I like weird!"

 No.728441

>>728433
As KP lays on the grass, Lockjaw comes over to sniff at him and make sure he's doing alright.
"A sphinx," Regina says simply. "Even where I'm from, we aren't very common. Some say we're descended from a now-extinct race known as Gigantes… though I haven't looked into it much myself. You may have heard of my kind from myths and legends of riddle-telling gatekeepers."

>>728432
"But of course, dear, I'll be seeing her shortly," Galton says.

>>728429
>>728431
>>728432
>>728433
Pryce, Zjetya and River eventually make their way over to the Observatory, where they see Leather Cloak. Cloak recognizes River as one of Buiwong's servants. That's always been a controversial part of the Saviors' story – the idea that some of them were at Accorsia when the world ended, and may even have had a part in bringing that end about.
"Y-you…" River gasps, holding a hoof over her mouth.
"Familiar with him?" Rus asks.
"You… could say that. Like seeing a ghost," River continues.

 No.728442

>>728441
"We do not choose our allies in times of war." Looks to River with passiveness in his eyes, but his attention is quickly turned to Pryce.

>>728433
Rushing forward to take alicorn in a bear hug, Leather Cloak emotes the most since meeting the others again.

"Pryce Etac in the flesh, my patience has been rewarded. It is good to see you, my brother in faith."

 No.728443

>>728438
>>728434
>>728441
Flaming nods in agreement with the others, "Alright then, let's go find him. Last I saw he was having a LATE breakfast, so he should still be in the garden-"

She turns, noticing Pryce approaching the Observatory. She smiles, looking at him and then to Leather, "Hehe… maybe we won't need to go searching after all. HEY PRYCE!" She cries out, drawing attention to their group, "We have someone who'd like to see you!"

 No.728444

>>728441
>>728442
>>728433

Amy claps her hoofpaws together excitedly. "It's like a big happy family reunion!"

>>728443

"R-right?" Amy asks, turning to Flaming. Apparently, Flaming is the professional on families in Amy's mind.

 No.728446

>>728441
KP gives Lockjaw a pet as he comes over with concern.
>"Just catching my breath buddy."
When Regina says she's a sphinx, KP hops up, eyes wide in amazement.
>"You're a sphinx?! For real?!"
He exclaims.
>"Of course I heard of them! Are you really good with riddles? Do you use magic with your riddles? Is that why you're the Queen, cause you're good at being a guard with all the riddles?"
He questions, rattling them off rapidly.

>>728441
>>728442
Pryce walks up to the Observatory, looking for Galton, but stops as he sees the old familiar face.
"…Leather Cloak?"
Pryce says in shock at seeing him, motionless until the pony runs him into a bear hug. Pryce returns it and thensome at seeing a past ally that he thought was gone.
"I thought the Rapture got you… Is Glass here too?"

 No.728447

>>728440
"Just say that it's a nice name next time ten." Shei pats Amy's head again, less firmly this time.

>>728434
>>728441
"How do you feel knowing that we work with Buiwong as well?

>>728410
>"Bound to a bed?" Amy asks with a grin. "Into freaky stuff, huh? I like it," she says with a wink
Retroactive firm pat on the head "She's bed ridden and cripple for goodness sake."

>>728415
>>728424
>Cloak blinks at Flaming's mention of Dania's gender. "I was not aware.
Shei-Sher sighs "What she says is the truth. My embarassment mounts. As we have shared affection on more than one occassion. We've remained friends."

 No.728448

>>728444
>>728446
Flaming looks on as Pryce wraps Leather into a bear hug, then smugly looks up at Amy as she nods her head. "Oh yeah, it definitely is."

>>728447
Flaming snickers. "You dated a boy." She says with utterly immature glee.

 No.728451

>>728446
Cloak speaks with haste (unbecoming of his title), excited to see an old friend. "She is stationed at the Cairn, restricted to her bed and expecting. I'm to be a father." He says with a grin across his face.

 No.728452

>>728448
"That I did.. That I did." Shei nods solemnly, infact he nods a little to eager, and headbutts Flaming.

[1d10] Headbutting.

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.728453

>>728447
>>728442

"O-oh," Amy stammers, looking a fair bit sadder at the news that Dagger is sick.

"Is she going to get better?" she asks Cloak hopefully.

>>728448

Amy simply smiles happily in response.

>>728448
>>728452

Amy bursts out into laughter. "I forgot you two were a thing! Oh how I wish I was there to see when you found out…"

 No.728454

>>728446
"I prefer my illusions to riddles," Regina says. "Verbally, I tend to get tripped up if I'm not prepared."
"It's a little rude to bombard someone with questions, don't you think?" Sugar asks.
"It's alright," Regina says. "Small talk has been in short supply for me. I don't mind the practice."
Lockjaw sits at your side like a puppy.

>>728451
>>728452
>>728448
>>728446
>>728444
The happy announcement elicits a gasp from Rus Tea and Gadriel, both of whom now look rather happy for Cloak.
"Congratulations!" Gadriel says. "Do you know if they'll be a colt or a filly?"
"The others will want to extend their congratulations as well," Rus says. "I hope you aren't intimidated by crowds."

 No.728456

>>728451
"You are?"
Pryce questions at the news with so much new information coming in.
"Congratulations! I'm glad you've been doing so well. What brings you all the way out here?"


>>728454
>"We're meeting a real live sphinx! How can you not have a million questions?"
KP says to Sugar, turning back to Regina.
>"Illusions? Oh so you must do shows and stuff instead of normal riddles! That's even cooler! Can you show me one? Or a bunch?"

 No.728457

>>728453
>>728451
>>728454

"Oh! THAT kind of sickness!" Amy says, sounding relieved to hear that she's not terminally ill.

"You still have my sympathy, though," she says genuinely in response to the pregnancy announcement.

 No.728458

>>728454
>>728451
"You are guaranteed to be an excellent father, but you have to survive Tartarus first. Are you truly decided on going, knowing that you have a child coming?"

 No.728460

>>728453
Flaming continues to laugh, "It is pretty silly, but, at the same time I can't blame Shei too much. Novelus DID make a pretty convincing girl. But I think the only reason I couldn't tell right away is all sheep look alike anyhow."

>>728452
As Shei head-butts Flaming, she reels back, "Ow! Why you…" she says, taking on the challenge readily as she prepares to deliver one right back, even though she technically started it
[1d10] head butt!

>>728451
Flaming looks to Leather excited. "OH! You're going to be a Papa?! That's amazing! Congratulations!"

>>728457
"Sympathy? You make it sound like having a baby's a bad thing."

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.728461

>>728460
"Sorry, my bad. Let me REGAIN MY BALANCE."
headbutt roll

[1d10] chad goat forehead vs virgin buffalo scalp

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.728462

>>728461
As Flaming misses her shot, she grumbles, "And I'm still just a little sleepy, this time I'll get you!" She says as she rears up another small charge
[1d10] chad chieftain buff vs virgin momma's goat

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.728465

>>728458
>>728456
"Holy Hours asked the same thing, and is the logical choice no doubt. Still, I cannot rest knowing my children could be devoured by demons some day, because the expedition to Tartarus failed. Dagger and I have both agreed that your mission is paramount to the fate of the world, and she would be here fighting as well if not for Ecclesian nurses insisting on her being grounded. She is to remain at the Cairn."

>>728453
>>728454

"By the gods I hope so, she looks like a blimp." Leather laughs to Amy, turning to Gadriel and replying despite his discomfort towards the fusion, "Twins, one of each. Glass has already picked out their names."

>>728457
>>728460
"No no, Miss Amy Thest is quite right to give sympathizes, she is even more of a hoof-full with two infants bouncing along inside her. Hypomone knows her humor hasn't gotten any more filly-friendly."

 No.728466

>>728462
"Sorry, did you trip? I'm feeling a little Top Heavy."

[1d10] Motherfuckers vs Dumbfuckers

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.728467

>>728456
Lockjaw rolls onto his side, which results in him laying across your lap.
Regina rolls her eyes. "It's a little impromptu, and I am exhausted from what I demonstrated yesterday. I can spare you some spectacle, I think. What do you want to see?"

>>728465
>>728462
>>728461
>>728456
>>728457
"Then we'll have to make sure we bring you back alive," Rus says.
"Gods, talk about 'no pressure,' huh?"
Rus grunts. "Oh… speaking of which, aren't we forgetting something? A word that starts with 'd' and rhymes with 'ate'?"

>>728462
>>728461
Gadriel sighs with disgust at this pathetic display, then headbutts Shei. [1d10]
Rus headbutts Flaming. [1d10+2]

Roll #1 3 = 3 / Roll #2 9 + 2 = 11

 No.728469

>>728465
>>728460

Amy laughs. "Yeah, I think I would die if I ever found out I was pregnant."

"Actually… I'm not sure I even CAN get pregnant…" She screws her face up in thought for a moment. Then, she shrugs. "Just a win-win for me."

If Cloak is observant, he might notice Amy flinch slightly at the use terms like 'Hypomone knows'.

>>728467

"You mean Box's date?" Amy asks Rus excitedly.

 No.728470

>>728465
"Oh, you're joining the Tartarus expedition?"
Pryce says, his tone dropping ever so slightly to be noticeable before it turns back up to it's previous reunion joy.
"So am I right that this means you joined Ecclesia? You must've been busy in all this time."

 No.728471

>>728467
KP gives Lockjaw a bellyrub as he rols over his lap.
>"Anything! I wanna see what a sphinx witch Queen can do, cause it's gotta be amazing!"
He says, looking up at her in eager anticipation.

 No.728472

>>728467
>3
Shei-Sher isn't very phased very much. He blinks at Gadds and shakes his head "You do realize, this means war." Shei gives Gadriel a headbutt.
[1d10] I wonder what headbutting steel feels like

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.728473

>>728466
"I'm just having a hard time seeing you cause I'm laughing so hard!"
[1d10] Lil' Buff Bump

>>728467
As Rus moves in to head-butt her next, Flaming squawks, "Hey! You want some of this?!"
[1d10]

>>728465
"Wow, TWO!? You're pretty lucky, huh?" She snickers. "I know it can't be easy, least for ponies. Buffalo are HUGE so I know how they can carry a baby but honestly I'm surprised you can fit one inside one of you, much less two. Hope she does okay…"

>>728469
"Really?" Flaming asks, "I think you'd be a good mama."

>>728467
"D… ate… OH!" Flaming's eyes widen. "Right, right! Uh, all my business with Galton is finished so I'm good to head back, is Journey waiting for me?!"

Roll #1 6 = 6 / Roll #2 3 = 3

 No.728474

>>728467
>>728473
Shei-Sher lets Rus take out Flaming. await DM response before possibly making cheeky remarks.

 No.728475

>>728474
*awaiting

 No.728476

>>728473

"W-what!?" Amy responds with laughter. Though, she also seems to blush a bit. "What makes you think I'd be a good parent!? I barely take care of myself!"

 No.728477

>>728476
"True." Flaming says without much contest. "But, you're really nice, you're REALLY really fun, and you're a lot smarter than most ponies I know. I think a foal… a pup? A CHILD can do a lot worse than a mama who'd shower it with hugs day and night."

 No.728478

>>728467
"You'll be relieved to know I'm incredibly hard to kill, let alone knocked over. It is one of the reasons they've let me along given my wife's pregnancy." Leather says, hoisting his shield in front of him.

>>728470
"I am, and yes. I've worked in the rear guard under the command of Rooster, the Spook of Holy Hours, the Choir member. My previous position in the Morte Legionem made for a quick integration once me and Glass Dagger escaped the chaos that was the Firmament falling. We had believed it to be the end of the world so we-" he cuts himself off.

"Well, eight or so months later, she is in a bunker and I'm making sure my children will have a safe world to live in."

>>728473
"Worse, she's a pegasus. You can't imagine what it looks like with that much baby packed into her small frame." Leather laughs again.

 No.728480

>>728477

Amy laughs. "See that's why I think I can't get pregnant. What would the babies even be? A demon? A pony?"

"Oh no… I said 'babies'… Would I have a whole litter!?"

Amy shakes her head. "Nope, nope, nope. Can't be possible."

 No.728481

>>728470
>>728472
>>728473
>>728469
>>728478
Shei bonks Gadriel, and Flaming bonks Shei, and Rus finally bonks Flaming, putting an end to it once and for all, for all time.

"Yes, you two have special some…ponies… who are waiting you," Rus says, seemingly realizing how that term, "somepony," isn't very applicable when it comes to Box and LJ. "And the rest of our comrades are going to want to meet their new party member. Come now! We are burning daylight here!"
"I dunno if he can be called a Savior, though," Gadriel says, rubbing his head. "Well, I can't really claim the title either…"

>>728471
Regina rolls her eyes, then waves her claws before you. At first, nothing seems different. But then, after a few seconds, you feel a sudden sense of vertigo and exhilaration. The world seems to flip upside-down, with the ground below him turning into a kind of ceiling. KP feels as though he might fall away into the sky at any minute.

Though, the illusion isn't very convincing and seems to fade fast. KP sees Regina looking toward the observatory impatiently, tapping her claws nervously.

>Paused

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>>728478
"Oh, wow! Yeah, no, I can definitely see where the worry is coming from there. Pegasi especially are kinda thin… how soon is she planning to have them, if you don't mind me asking?"

>>728480
Flaming starts laughing, "A-a litter! Hahahahaha!" Flaming snickers, "H-hey Amy, look on the bright side, if you do have a litter, you could always adopt, I'd love a lil' Amy-dog of my own."

 No.728483

>>728482

"They wouldn't be pets!" Amy objects, oddly defensively.

>>728478

"So… You work for Ecclessia now, right?" Amy asks as if she's approaching an uncomfortable subject.

 No.728484

>>728482
"Sometime in the next month or two, is what the nurses have said. She says she's holding them in until I return, whether they like it or not." His face scrunches, imagining the image.

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>>728483
"That I do. I have worked as an assassin for the Morte Legionem before the fall of the Firmament, and they formed together with other groups in the wake of catastrophe to ensure ponykind would not be wiped from the face of the world. I've since worked patiently waiting for a time that I could do something more to help return peace to the world. I believe this is my opportunity."

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>>728483
Flaming shakes her head, still snickering, "I know, I know! I was just making a bad joke. When you said 'litter', it just made me think of it, I'm sorry."

"Seriously though, whether you have one kid or a bunch though, I really do think you'd make a good mom. And, hey, even if you aren't? They'll have a really good aunt to help you out." She smiles proudly.

>>728484
"Holding them in until you get back…?" Flaming shakes her head, "Oooh… that's not… that's not gonna be easy. Or possible, I think? I hope we can get you back in time before that becomes an issue.

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>>728485

"I know that Ecclessia has a lot of hate for demons. I was just wondering how you felt about them… And our plans in Tartarus."

>>728486

"Oh yeah?" Amy responds with a smirk. "You think you'd be a good mom, then?"

 No.728488

>>728487
Flaming's eyes widen, "M-me?! I uh…" her face blushes deep red, "I-I never really thought about it. I think that's a long, LONG ways off for me." She says avoiding the question.

 No.728489

>>728488

"Well, you couldn't be worse than MY parents," Amy laughs more sincerely than one should about that.

Then, her face straightens up a bit. "I guess that's true for me too…"

 No.728490

>>728478
"The Spook? Is that what they call their knights?"
Pryce asks, unaware of the Ecclesian rankings. As Cloak cuts his explanation short, Pryce nods, assuming the topic must be something private.
"It's just good to see you've done well. The ember we went to find up at Vadahara, I used it during the dark hours of the Rapture. It put me out for most of that time."
Pryce says, pointing to the charred portion of his horn.
"I came back only a month or so ago, seeing the world completely different, and hearing we lost some of our friends… Those first few days were rough."

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>>728489
Flaming sighs, smiling a bit more relaxed. "Yeah, I think I agree. For both of us."

"Alright, how about this: what if we promise, if either of us ever become a mom, to help each other out? Then no matter what we'll be good, right?"

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>>728491

"Well, of course I'll help you with anything you need!" Amy says with a smile. "But, I don't think you should expect me to be good at it."

 No.728493

>>728487
"It is something I have petitioned Hypomone for their word on for many months, though I have not had a visit for quite some time. Still, my god is that of patience, and so my opinion is mainly to wait and see. I choose not to make any opinions one way or another, save for the need to stop feral demons from attacking and bringing chaos to the lands. If that is through controlling them, then so be it."

>>728490
"Think right-hoof stallions to the members of the Choir themselves." Cloak grows somber, "And yes, I was under the assumption me and Glass had lost all of you as well. It was through faith and companionship I retained my will to go on, and now I know my patience was not in vain. Let us not enter the bowels of Tartarus with remorse, though. We must press on with resilience and valor!" He pats Pryce firmly on the back. "See now, you had thought me dead, but here I am. It will take more than world ending for our righteous quest to be extinguished!"

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>>728493

Amy smiles at that response. "Good," she says with a nod. "I'm glad to see that there's some in Ecclesia who acknowledge that we aren't all bad. That butchering demons and performing horrible experiments on them isn't right. Thank you."

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>>728493
Pryce smiles at Cloak's triumphant speech.
"We've fought a god and lived through the worst this world has faced. I don't think anything can extinguish us now."

 No.728496

>>728495
"Ah, to be in good company again. I am blessed."
Leather relaxes, looking back to Amy with an eye raised.

>>728494
"We aren't, hmm. Is it rude to ask what exactly are you? You resemble that of a crystal pony, besides some traits. Are you a shaman of sorts?"

 No.728656

Last time on HolyQuest…

Doctor Galton and her Spook, a crystal pony stallion code-named Viper, came bearing quite a few gifts for our heroes. First, they brought over a shipment of Caller Conches. It was impossible to test whether long-range communications would be possible in Tartarus, but it would be better to stay on the safe side.

Second, Galton told them a little about the nature of dying within Tartarus. According to records of the Sons of God, found by the Apostles of White, anything that is slain in Tartarus is given a kind of instantaneous reincarnation. In the surface world, the Soul lingers in the deceased body for three days before it leaves for the Ocean of Souls. But in Tartarus, both body and soul are immediately warped and mutated, turning into abominations. The Choir, therefore, are preparing special talismans. When used, the Soul is immediately extracted from the body and captured by the power of Living Saint Zoantharia, one of the six Choristers who would be entering Tartarus. This process does entail permanently taking the Soul from the body, however, so it should only be used in the face of imminent death.

Finally, Galton brought over Leather Cloak, or as his new title went, Hypostasus, Embodiment of Patience. Cloak was a former member of the party before vanishing during the chaos of the Rapture nearly eight months ago. He joined Ecclesia the very day it was formed, as he was a member of the Morte Legionem. He quickly rose the ranks thanks to his experience and indomitable will, and attained the rank of Horror. His patron, the Spook known as Rooster, in turn served Sir Holy Hours. Both Rooster and Holy Hours would be going into Tartarus to aid the quest.

With this business concluded, Galton and Viper had to leave, as she had to tend to the Choir's final preparations on this busy, busy fifth day. Now, Leather Cloak needed to meet the whole party, followers and all.

 No.728657

>Everyone except KP
Shei bonks Gadriel, and Flaming bonks Shei, and Rus finally bonks Flaming, putting an end to it once and for all, for all time.

"Yes, you two have special some…ponies… who are waiting you," Rus says, seemingly realizing how that term, "somepony," isn't very applicable when it comes to Box and LJ. "And the rest of our comrades are going to want to meet their new party member. Come now! We are burning daylight here!"
"I dunno if he can be called a Savior, though," Gadriel says, rubbing his head. "Well, I can't really claim the title either…"

>KP

Regina rolls her eyes, then waves her claws before you. At first, nothing seems different. But then, after a few seconds, you feel a sudden sense of vertigo and exhilaration. The world seems to flip upside-down, with the ground below him turning into a kind of ceiling. KP feels as though he might fall away into the sky at any minute.

Though, the illusion isn't very convincing and seems to fade fast. KP sees Regina looking toward the observatory impatiently, tapping her claws nervously.

 No.728658

https://pastebin.com/RaZG8KLM

>>728657
>>728496
"Oh, that's right. Our group has grown a lot since the old days," Pryce comments as Rus brings up the further introductions, "You showed up at a good time. We all just finished breakfast so we're still mostly in one area still."
Pryce gestures over to River.
"You've already met River, but she's changed a lot since back then."
He then gestures to Zjetya.
"And this is Zjetya."
He says, formally introducing, and reintroducing, the two to Cloak.
"And this is Hopper. The first of the collection of pets we've picked up."
Pryce says, picking Hopper up off his head for the frog's introduction.

>>728657
KP looks up eagerly as Regina waves her claws, awaiting what magic a Queen Witch Sphinx can do. The wait draws on, building the anticipation that KP doesn't even notice the sudden flip for the first second, the rush coming to him after as he wobbles in place a bit as his stomach flip-flops. He looks up into sky, or rather ground now, mouth open wide as he feels like he'll fall away to the heavens.
After it ends, he sits there a moment in silent shock before hopping up and giving a stomp of applause.
>"That was amazing! Have you thought of doing magic shows?"

 No.728659

>Cloak
>>728658
River nods stiffly to Cloak. Though she's nervous in his presence, she maintains steady eye contact, and Cloak can see a brightness to her eyes that wasn't there during her servitude to Buiwong. There is only a faint hint of shame for her past misdeeds, but it seems to have turned into hope for atonement.
Zjetya's appearance is certainly strange to Cloak. Her body is like that of a changeling's, but with a distinct flame-orange color instead of black. She has the neck fluff of a mothpony, and a mane to match. With yellow scelra and bright amber eyes, she is certainly eye-catching. "Sup?" she asks, tossing her head back.
"Zjetya, have some manners," River says. "He's a Horror."
Zjetya hops in place, genuinely surprised. "Oh! My apologies, sir." She then does a more formal salute, putting her hoof across her chest to her left shoulder. "Zjetya. Division: Laity. Rank: Evangelist."
Hopper, a small frog in a stage magician's costume, looks to Cloak with a very sagely, studious gaze. He raises his tiny staff, which is tipped with a perfectly spherical orb of water. Droplets of water start floating from it.

>>728658
"I'm about to start my career by making all of them disappear if they don't stop delaying my date…" Regina grumbles.
Box clears his throat nervously. "Remember what we talked about this morning?"
"Right, right…" Regina says, with a sigh. "Some tea, please."
"I've got ya covered," Spitshine says, then gets up, wheeling over a tray from the picnic tables. It has a tea set that would be very small for Regina but the right size for a standard pony. Box immediately starts preparing some tea for her.

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>>728657
As Rus bonks Flaming on the head, she lets out a yelp of pain as she reaches up and rubs at it. "Ow. What did I do, Shei was the one who started it."

As she brings up that she has some special 'somepony' waiting for her back at the Library, her eyes blink rapidly. "O-oh yeah, right! I should get back to my room so I can change into that new dress before I go," she says, using her magic to open up a speedy dark corridor
[1d10]

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.728661

>>728660
You produce a Dark Corridor with ease, giving you the opportunity to quickly change aboard the ship. Once you're done, Spark settles down into your hair right atop the crown of your head, getting nice and cozy on this chill morning.

 No.728662

>>728661
Flaming lets out a sigh of relief as the Dark Corridor drops her out so promptly in her room aboard the ship, rushing to change back into her green dress Regina gave her as she smooths it out, making sure it's not wrinkled. "Wooh… alright, that's taken care of. Let's go on that date!" She says to herself excitedly, looking up at Spark as he climbs up to the top of her head. She giggles, reaching up to scratch beneath his chin. "Okay, you can stay up there for now. But you may need to move later when the date gets going, okay?"

With that, she proceeds out of the ship and opens one more corridor to take her to the Library
[1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.728663

>>728659
"We should not give in to any more delay" Shei tapped Gadriel's shoulder and after made a dark corridor spring up from the floor just the same as Flaming.

The corridor leads to a field some distance outside the walls of lilane.

[1d10+1] dark corridor

Roll #1 5 + 1 = 6

 No.728664

>>728662
Spark chews a little on your horns, warming them up just a smidgen with puffs of flame. Seems like he's got a bit of an attitude when it comes to being told to move out. You may have some trouble when he's eighteen and needs to get his own house.

With your second corridor, you arrive back at the garden, where you see Regina sitting with Sugar, Spitshine, Box, LJ, KP and the pets.

 No.728665

>>728664
Flaming snickers up at Spark's rebellious behavior as he chews on her horns, "You better watch that attitude of yours buster." She says light-heartedly as she steps through the corridor to the garden.

As she spots the others sitting around, she slows her pace, letting herself get comfortable to her dress as she moves towards LJ, smiling. "Hey! Sorry I'm late, Galton definitely had a surprise for us there. But I'm all done and ready for our date!" She says excitedly, hoping Journey matches her energy.

 No.728666

>>728658
>>728659
Cloak again looks sternly to River, but shows no anger or ill will. "It has been some time, River. While the past cannot be changed, the future can. Let it be known I see you as an ally just as any of the others here, do not let my presence be a cause of worry." Cloak offers a hoof to shake, offering a nod if accepted.

As for Zjetya, Cloak smiles, waving his hoof to dismiss her formal pose. "Oh come now, you may be as informal as you want. If we're to travel to the depths of Tartarus together, it shouldn't be with a stick up our flanks the whole time. Call me whatever it is you wish, as long as my patron Rooster isn't around."

 No.728667

>>728659
>"I'm sure they'll be here soon. They usually don't take too long if they got something they know they gotta do."
KP says, unaware of how serious Regina might be, and how easily she could do such a threat.


>>728659
"Oh, right. I almost forgot you were part of Ecclesia."
Pryce comments at seeing Zjetya acting so formal.

 No.728668

>>728496

"Kind of," Amy screws her face up in thought. "Some of the stuff I do is kind of shaman-ish," she nods. "That's what people have said about my potions, anyway. I do a lot of magic, though. I haven't really studied any of it, so I can't really say what kind of magic-doer I am."

Amy completely misses the point of the question.

 No.728669

>>728663
>>728666
Before Gadriel leaves with Shei, he turns to Cloak, offering his claw for a shake. "Well, I do hope we'll get some time to talk before we enter Tartarus. In my previous lives, I had a more authoritative position over Shei, but he's definitely in charge this time around. Take care, okay? If you get bored, come find us. Shei gets in trouble no matter where he goes, if you don't mind getting banned from Ecclesian territories."

Afterwards, Shei and Gadriel arrive via Dark Corridor near the towering trees of the swamps north of Lilane.

>>728666
>>728667
River takes the shake with solemn resolve. "The same to you. Whatever happened in the past, our interests are the same now. Even Buiwong seems to be fighting for our cause, though as always, we cannot trust his machinations."

Zjetya relaxes. "To be honest, I almost forgot myself. Ever since I got assigned to your group, they haven't been giving me additional missions. They probably assume – correctly – that we'll be too busy."

When Cloak talks about traveling to Tartarus together, Zjetya nearly imperceptibly winces, looking to Pryce for a sign of whether she should say anything.

>>728667
>>728666
>>728665
>>728668
Out of habit, River Spring conjures a Dark Corridor for the party to get back to the garden atop the Library of the Sacrosanct. The Corridor looks similar to those Cloak has seen before, but some things have changed. White esoteric text, in a variety of languages, now spirals around the rim of the portal's opening, as well as across the darkness below and to the sides. River looks to Cloak with a bit of concern. "Sorry. This has become sort of standard practice for us. If you prefer stairs, I believe they're that way."

Whatever your method, eventually everyone gets back to the garden. Cloak finds himself in a vast walled enclosure, full of groves, creeks, ponds, and mysterious and fantastical plants of all kinds. The chill in the air and the sound of sweeping winds nearby suggests it's quite high up.

Cloak sees a group of people of varying races situated by a lake – it's the other party members, of course. They are an eclectic bunch of varying races. Perhaps the most notable is the massive sphinx in the sundress, sitting on a long couch.

LJ, a strong-looking buffalo about Flaming's age, runs over to her once he sees her. He's changed out of his apron and has on a very nice-looking poncho, full of intricate tribal designs. "Hey, it's about time you got ready! Guess Tantra was right about how long cows take to do their makeup and stuff. Who's this guy?"

"An old friend," River says. "Leather Cloak, get ready for a lot of introductions."

 No.728670

>>728669

Amy bounces with bubbly excitement as she watches all the reunions and new meetings.

 No.728671

>>728669
As LJ runs over to her, Flaming admires his poncho for a bit before he makes that comment about how long it takes cows to get ready. She snorts, "Pfff, make-up?" She blinks a few times, realization dawning on her: "…make-up!"

She looks around for Zjetya, who got her looking pretty for the show a couple of days ago, "How could I forget, it was gonna be perfect and I-I just forgot! Where is sh-" she pauses, taking a few moments to calm down before she makes Journey notice her freaking out. "Uh, I-I mean… I uh… t-that's a really nice poncho! I don't think I've ever seen it before, it's very cool."

She looks over to Leather, "An that's an old friend of Pryce and Shei's, he was traveling with them ever since before the Firmament fell!"

 No.728672

>>728666
>>728667
>>728668
>>728662
Shei-Sher flashes his caller conch at Leather Cloak before entering the corridor. "I have a caller conch, should any need. You all have my calling card."

>>728669
"A touch unfair!" Shei complains as they traverse the corridor "I-I have friends in many places -where I am surely welcome. Right? Hm.. Do you think people maybe ENDURE my company rather than recieve it?"

They exit the corridor together finding themselves below Swamp trees. "Right then. Those wings of yours- do they work? Because they look vestigial."

[Gadriel's wings are vestigial despite him having the griffon flight racial. Gadriel is simply able to hover into the air while the metal furs of his body take on a shifting serrated form.]

 No.728673

>>728669
>>728666
Pryce smiles as Cloak and River greet on friendly terms, and in agreement that the past is in the past.

>>728669
"We should discuss with Ecclesia about that at some point," Pryce says to Zjetya on her status, "…What missions did they usually send you on?"

As she looks to hm about the Tartarus talk, he says nothing, his look showing that topic will be for later.

Pryce steps through the corridor as the party all reunites, the air of the day to come feeling light and hopeful. For a lack of better terms, he considers it a godsend to have a reunion and a day of everypony being together amidst the trials and looming threats.

>>728666
KP turns his head as the others step out back into the garden. He waves, and then pauses as he spots Cloak. He runs up to the earth pony, looking up at him.
>"Cloak? Is that really you?"
He asks like he's seeing a ghost. Cloak can see the young colt looks almost identical to Pryce, though he lacks the wings and the charred burn on his horn.

 No.728674

>>728672

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," Amy says, looking to Shei. "Are you going somewhere?" she asks with concern.

 No.728676

>>728674
Shei has already left through the corridor. You get a ring on your caller conch though.

>collect call for Amy

>"I'm visiting my folks."

 No.728678

>>728668
"Right," Cloak nods patiently, "an alchemist by trade then. Perhaps I'll ask you more questions when I'm not being introduced to so many new faces all at once."

>>728669
Still the most tentative to interact with so far, Cloak does eventually shake ahnds with Gadriel. "Very well." Out of sight, he polishes his hoof on one of his wrappings.

With little more to say besides an eyebrow raised at River's words towards Buiwong, Cloak joins them through the Corridor. Giving a small laugh as he sees just how large the group as become since he's left. "By the gods, you've amassed your own army."

 No.728680

>>728673
Cloak looks between Pryce and his lesser a few times, blinking once again. "Hello there..?"

He looks to the larger Pryce, looking for him to elaborate on the strange situation wordlessly.

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>>728676

"You could have at least given me a kiss before you left…" Amy grumbles in response over the Conch.

>>728678

"My potions aren't all that cool, anyway," Amy says, again missing the point. "And, in case you hear any rumors about my potions, they ARE technically true, but don't worry! It's not that bad!"

 No.728682

>>728681
"Whoops I forgot!" he blurts into the conch

 No.728683

>>728672
"Is that MY caller conch? I think I lent mine to you and I haven't gotten it back yet."

 No.728684

>>728682

"You better make it up to me later," Amy huffs before she hangs up the conch.

 No.728686

>>728670
>>728671
"It was my father's, when he was my age," LJ says fondly. "And before that, it belonged to his father, woven by my grandmother when they were wed."

The implications fly right over his head.

"I thought it'd fit the occasion to bring out something nicer than my grubby combat poncho," he adds with a smile. "You look… uh… really pretty yourself."

In the background, Vortigern softly claps.

>>728672
Gadriel floats upward a short distance, but despite not needing his wings, he does flap them, rather forcibly. They're inelegant, off-balance flaps, looking almost like a cartoonish parody of flight than anything else. "Yeah, I can fly just fine," he says, not taking any notice of how awkward he looks. "Where we headed?"

>>728673
"Laity usually can't participate in any combat ops unless they have a detachment of Congregation to guard them," Zjetya says. "I've only seen battle a few times, though. They pegged my skillset as being best for after-battle care. I would perform for wounded soldiers in medical tents, and for widows and orphans recovered from danger zones. Stuff for raising morale, you know?"

(1/2)

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>>728678
>>728674
>>728673
>>728671
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYTpZ_wfcgU

River waves over the others. "Come say hello to our new ally!"

Eagerly they do, trotting over from various parts of the colorful, magical lakeside to get a look at Cloak.

The first is an orange unicorn colt with one eye permanently shut by a scar. "Hey! I'm Spitshine."
Next is a morose-looking doe, about Spitshine's age. "…Name's Sugar."
After her is a battle-scarred zebra mare in a white cloak, a little older than Pryce. She wears a sword handle with no blade at her hip. "I'm Blessings, blade of the Apostles of White. Good to meet you."
Next is a middle-aged mare whose body appears to be made all of smooth chrome with a rainbow sheen. "I am General Chorazin of the fallen nation of Mariposa."
She's followed by two ghastly-looking alicorns whose bodies are jet-black, one stallion and one mare. The stallion's body almost appears to be lacking skin, covered with sinewy muscles, with an elongated neck. His sclera glow yellow like lanterns, but the eyes are intelligent and blue. His mane is very long and greasy, unkempt. "I am Volkama, the Earl of Glass, from Circadia. Meet my wife, Deriva."
The mare next to Volkama has a similar, albeit more feminine apperance. She is covered with tattered mage's robes. "…Hello…" she wheezes softly.
After them is a treasure chest with four pony legs sticking out of the bottom at the corners. The lid opens, revealing a row of teeth along the rim and a very long tongue. "Hey! I'm Box, nice to meetcha."
Afterward is a changeling mare with a glasgow smile. Pink wires flash around her in a circle, disappearing and reappearing seemingly on the mare's whim. "Sup. I'm Wireframe. I mostly… hang out."
Next to Wireframe are two deep purple unicorns, of ambiguous and indeterminate gender. The smaller one appears to be a stallion, with a crow on his head. "I am Observer, agent of the Void," he intones dryly.
"I'm Yes Mare… technically…" the mare says, with much more personality. "I would really prefer if you call me Hafaza though. I'm trying to rebrand."
Finally, there's a humanoid fly demon, about the height of a pony. He seems to be relaxed enough around the party, but when he gets close to Cloak, he grows nervous. "H-hey. I'm Busta…"
"Did we forget anybody?" Box asks.
"Just Sister Renee, but she's training with Flow," Wireframe says.

 No.728688

>>728686

Amy lets out a tiny squee as LJ talks, but doesn't want to ruin the moment.

>>728687

"Don't worry, Busta," Amy consoles Busta. "He's fine with nice demons."

 No.728689

>>728686
Flaming spots Zjetya, but realizes it's far too late to ask her for that make-up… and, thinking on it, maybe she'll be okay without it. She looks back to Journey as he explains where it comes from, and lucky for HIM, the implications seem to sail over Flaming's head as well, who is too caught up admiring it. What she does get is how big this date must be to Journey too if he'd break it out for this.

"It really, really is cool. It must mean a lot to you, thanks for showing it to me." As he compliments her looks, she smirks, doing a little twirl in her dress. "Thanks! I uh… 'feel' pretty pretty, too. I'm not used to dresses like this." She glares, "But uh, don't go spreading that around."

She casts a look in Vortigern's direction, raising an eyebrow, before turning back to Journey. "So… should we grab Box and Regina and let them know date's started?"

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>>728689
LJ laughs, suppressing a yawn. "You could've fooled me. Looks like it was practically made for you! Uhh but yeah, we should report in to Regina. Like… five minutes ago. She got pretty antsy waiting for you to come back from the observatory."

He takes you by the hoof. "C'mon! I think she'll throw us into those illusions again if we make her wait any longer."

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>>728687
Working down the line with a grin at how many made the effort to introduce themselves, pausing a bit to repeat the list in his head before attempting to return all the names as accurately as he can.

"Right, let's see then. Spitshine, Sugar, Box, Wireframe, and Hafaza; it is nice to meet all of you-" Cloak says in friendly matter, -"General Chorazin, Earl Volkama, and who I assume would then be the Countess Deriva, the pleasure is mine." He says more respectfully, offering something between a bow and a nod. "Blessings, a pleasure as well.. and let's see… Ah, Observer, Busta, my greetings to you two as well." Cloak says, amicably despite giving the last two a second glance.

"I am Leather Cloak, former companion of Sir Pryce, Flow, and Shei-Sher, among others. In the ranks of the Ecclesia, I am known as the Horror Hypostasus, Embodiment of Patience. I look forward to working alongside you all."

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>>728686
>>728686
Shei looks on at Gardiel seamlessly hovering into the sky. He's impressed and flaps his wings to join him up in the sky.

"Hehe, you know I am not entirely sure actually. Lets rise above the swamp canopy and see." Shei flaps his wings more until he is above the trees and scans the area.

"I remember someone saying there were villages being built east of lilane. Just fly in opposite direction of the electric horizon. We will know if we are going the wrong way if the sky is turning dark."

With Shei flies eastward
[1d10+1] navigation

Roll #1 3 + 1 = 4

 No.728694

>>728692
"In case you were wondering, I am not a demon, nor is Hafaza," Observer says. "I considered the transformation, but demon parasites are apparently far harder to come by than black market dealings. Besides, gathering the knowledge I seek would be far less efficient in a demon form."
"We are Voidlings," Hafaza says. "Beings from outside your World. Don't worry, we plan to stick around to aid your struggle, so long as it's beneficial to our own mission of Gathering."

"Well, that's everyone in our little circle. Now for Buiwong's n–" Wireframe begins.

"ME! You forgot me!" a metallic female voice cries out. From down a road to the north, you see a silver bipedal figure, made all of metal like an automaton or golem. It has wings as well, woven of metal. The figure stops once it gets close to Cloak. It stops, stopping over with hands on knees to catch its breath… despite having no muscles to get sore, nor lungs to need breath. It gets up and extends a hand to Cloak. "Paladin Mirror Image of the Union Church, and Chayot of the Heavenly Hosts."

 No.728695

>>728694

"Demon parasites?" Amy asks with a cock of her head.

 No.728696

>>728680
>"Hi! I can't believe you're here, it's been so long I thought the demons go you."
Pryce steps over at seeing Cloak's confusion.
"Right, this might be one of the odder faces to see. A few days ago, on our mission to Mariposa, I ran into a crystal pony who had an interesting spell to make a child version of myself as a hostage threat."
>"Yea, Mr. Ruby was a bit rough to work with but he's calmed and helps us out now."
KP chimes in.
"There wasn't really a way to undo the spell, so here we are."


>>728686
"They did pick you for the right job there. But, that is a concern if things will get as bad as it feels tomorrow."

 No.728697

>>728696
"We'll need to put in a special petition sometime today," Zjetya says. "Any of the Ecclesian agents entering Tartarus will have the authority to command me to go with them. Whether they'd actually do that remains to be seen, but we should try to be sure."

>>728695
"An exceedingly rare organism from Tartarus," Observer explains. "They Fuse with the first organism they come into contact with, regardless of whatever they may be. Their beauty lies in the fact that, because the parasites have no personality of their own, a Fusion between a mortal and a parasite results in no change to the mortal's personality or memories, only their bodies and souls. However, when they are used on demons, the results are typically disastrous."

 No.728698

>>728693
"Just fly in the opposite direction?" Gadriel asks, incredulously. He doesn't follow you, instead plopping down on an overturned tree. "Are all your plans this ingenious?"

He reaches into his bag and pulls out the crystal ball you gave him yesterday. "Why don't we actually try finding out where we're supposed to go? That's what this can do, right? How do I use this thing again?"

 No.728699

>>728691
Flaming blushes, turning her head away as he says that. "C-come on, Journey, you're embarrassing me here, hehe… and, yeah, I agree: if we don't check in soon I bet she'll make us take our date in another story book!" She says.

As Journey grabs hold of her hoof, she smiles and runs along side him, heading over to the massive sphinx just ahead, shouting at her for her attention. "Regina! Sorry I'm late, I just had to deal with a little Ecclesia business first. You weren't waiting too long, were you?"

 No.728700

>>728694
Leather nods, not in understanding but to at least show he's paying attention, "Very well, I myself might need to gather all the knowledge I've been given today. Once I find some free time I'll probably be hunched over a scroll writing this all down."

Taking a curious glance to Mirror Image, Cloak shakes the Chayot's hand. "Leather Cloak, disciple of Hypomone and Horror to Rooster, Spook of Holy Hours. A good name you have, my wife was thinking Mirror as a name for one of our children."

 No.728701

>>728696
"Ah, what a surprise. It sounds as if you share the memories of the memories of the Pryce I've traveled with proper, so it is a pleasure to meet again for the very first time." Cloak says with a smile.

 No.728702

>>728697

"Well that's nifty," is all Amy has to say in response to Observer.

>>728700

"Don't worry," Amy says, patting Leather on the back as if they're old friends. "I don't know what's happening half the time, either."

 No.728704

>>728698
Shei hoofpalms at seeing Gadriel fly directly down "I -uh.. I did not mean that way -opposite." Shei gently flies down to Gadriel, feeling out the awkward misunderstanding. "Yes! let's do that." Shei sits down on the tree beside Gadriel.

"Why don't you have at it first. It is your gift after all. Do you remember my instruction, on how to use the crystal ball." Shei insists Gadriel try using the crystal ball "Simply visualize a goat village, try and let the feeling take you, do not chase it."

 No.728705

>>728700
"I would be happy to bless them, whatever you choose as their name," Mirror says. "By the way, your accent… Are you an Accorsian by any chance?"

"I'll draw you a diagram too," Wireframe says. "That'd probably be more useful for our group, anyway, since illiteracy is a rampant problem among the mares here. Not me, though. Heh! Leave it to the changelings to hog all the brains!

"Anyway, as I was saying, Buiwong's group is over there," she continues, gesturing to the picnic tables. "Ready to meet them too or do you need a breather?"

>>728699
Regina takes tiny sips from a teacup that is practically microscopic in comparison to her, balanced precariously on her claw-tips. "All I'll say is that it's good for you that we set this up after my change of heart, otherwise I'd be having a very different response right now."

She sets down the tea-cups and claps her paws. "Well, gentlecolts, what shall we do first? I may be a queen, but even I know boys don't like to let the mares lead the dates."

"If it's all the same to you," LJ begins. "I'd like to do something a bit… active. Don't get me wrong, I want to have this be a fun relaxing day, but we are on the verge of an important mission. If it's at all possible to blend training with our date, I would think it wise to go for that."
"Yeah, that's just what I was about to say!" Box says. "I had a lot of fun yesterday!"

Regina makes a big show of tapping her chin, but her barely-hidden grin betrays that she's looking forward to it. "Flaming, what say you?"

>>728704
Gadriel holds the crystal between his claws, shutting his eyes in quiet focus. Curls of swirling light and sparks start to form in the ball…

[1d10+1]

Roll #1 2 + 1 = 3

 No.728706

>>728704
>>728705
Gadriel groans after a few seconds, but holds his posture. "A-am I doing it right…?"

>Second attempt; if this fails, you can roll as well.


[1d10+1]

Roll #1 9 + 1 = 10

 No.728707

>>728705
>>728706
"I -uhm cannot really say. It is your mind after all. But don't give up! I'm sure you can do it."

 No.728708

>>728697
An extreme, and visible, sense of worry flashes over Pryce at hearing any agent could order her away to Tartarus.
"We'll need to do that right away, the next time we see them."
He says with an absolute determination.
"I wanted to pick up some of those cleansing ingredients too, so that might be later this afternoon."


>>728701
>"Yup! All the memories up to when Ruby cast the spell, but since then I've a whole new pony. For half the price too!"
KP says, laughing at his own pun.
>"Though we're also still connected too sorta."
"We are?"
>"Yea! River was saying yesterday that we still have a connection cause of the magic used and stuff… I was gonna talk to Mr. Ruby to learn ore about it, but then it got late and now we're here and he's back at Fantasia."

 No.728709

>>728705

"Hey! You say that like not be able to read is some kind of sickness!" Amy objects to Wireframe.

"And, I have plenty of brains!"

 No.728710

>>728707
Eventually, the orb reveals a small settlement under construction. It's in a lightly forested area, in a rocky hillside, built along a rapid cutting through the mountains that runs southwest to join a larger river. Goats populate the area, and everyone you see is wearing Ecclesian clothing. Many armed guards keep watch on the surrounding area while workers build fortified huts and repair existing architecture.

Based on the map of the region, and on the geography you're seeing, it looks like this is near Commontown.

Gadriel laughs as he opens his eyes and beholds the crystal ball's vision. "Hey! I got it working!"

 No.728712

>>728705
"Aye, born and raised in an Accordian town and was once part of the Morte Legionem. I've only become accustomed to so much travel over the last year."

"Thank you, Wireframe. I'd like to think I have a better memory than most, but I'll not argue the usefulness if a diagram."

He nods, "I am fine to wait, whenever it would be most convenient."

 No.728713

>>728705
Flaming looks up at Regina as she sips her tea, chuckling lightly as she tries to gauge just 'how' mad she is with a comment like that. "Hahaha.. g-guess we're pretty lucky you've changed since then, huh? What exactly would you have done to us, dare I ask?"

When Journey offers up his suggestion of what to do for their date, Flaming can't help but frown a 'little', hoping to focus more on relaxation for their date and getting to know one another better, but perks up as she realizes, training IS pretty much like a fun-day out for buffalo. "Hmm…. I guess I could go for that! But, how exactly do you plan to do it? Is our first date going to be to the sparring circle?"

 No.728714

>>728712
>Accorsian, not Accordian. Cloak doesn't do Polka dots anymore

 No.728715

>>728710
"Bravo Gadds! Tis no surprise, you have a legacy of magic within you." Shei leans forward to get a look at the crystal ball, he clicks his tongue at seeing the many guards surrounding the town. "Now I wish I had not traded my sacklcloth disguise with Flaming.. Well I doubt we could manage to find you a disguise either way Gadriel. We will have to present ourselves at the gate and beseech entry if they've heard of my transgression."

Shei-Sher puts his hoof over the crystal ball and looks to Gadriel.
"Whatever happens, promise me you will not resort to violence. They may be a little belligerent."

 No.728716

>>728708
Cloak chuckles, "Well, I've seen a great deal of odd things today, but nowhere near unpleasant."

 No.728717

>>728708
Zjetya lightly socks your arm. "Relax. We're gonna take care of it. I know your feelings on 'em are complicated, but the Choir has been good to us soldiers. The paperwork might drive you crazy, but I'm sure we can come to an understanding."

>>728709
"How are you gonna be a demon queen if you can't even…" Wireframe begins to retort, but stops and considers her words. "Hang on… does being royalty or aristocracy even require much reading?"

>>728712
"So good to finally meet a kinspony. I was born in the Glowstone Gulch, a mining town in Andalusite, and one of the few settlements where unicorns were welcome," Mirror continues. "Accorsia yet lives."

She dabs at her metal eyes as if wiping away tears that are not there. "F-forgive me. Even in this angelic body I can't help but wax emotional. Don't let me get in the way of your introductions!"

>>728713
Regina just winks.

LJ turns to Regina. "Hey, based on what I heard from the others about yesterday, they skipped over a few of the stories. Can we use one of those?"
"Go into an illusion, you mean?" Regina asks. "Er, that's a bit more work than I was hoping. What I could do is play a little Witches and Wargs for us, like we were talking about last night. I can do a conventional adventure, or for a more modern take, have a little more relaxation and play. Does that sound alright?"
"We should be asking you that!" Box says. "Flaming, Regina, it's our day to pamper you. Does that sound fun?"

>>728715
"I don't think I'm even capable of resorting to violence," Gadriel dryly comments.

He takes a compass from his bag and starts to follow it and the map eastward.

>Roll navigation


>>728712
"Forget waiting," Wireframe says. "We're on a short timeframe today."

She leads you over to the picnic table. There, you see four powerful-looking figures.

The first is a gray pegasus mare with a very large wingspan, and a ghille suit for armor. She gazes at you dispassionately.
"That's Vortigern," Wireframe says. "Doesn't do much talking."
Next to her is a white dragon, with a segmented body made entirely out of paper, with features seemingly painted on with black ink. He grins. "I am _____, formerly of Yongning-si, outcast of the dragons. Refer to me however you wish."
After that is a drider mare, a pony with a short-cropped dark auburn mane, massive round glasses, and a modest blue poncho covering her midriff. Her spider half is black and a kind of poisonous-looking olive color. "Howdy. Name's Mocha. Buiwong's granddaughter."
Next is a very large buffalo with gruesome facial scarring, including a glowing-white scar that runs down the right side of his face, turning one of his eyes pure white. He wears an orange gi. When you look his way, he grins, contrasting with his horrific damage.

But of course, you recognize him instantly.

"Hey! I'm Temper Tant–" he begins, then stops short. He stands up, knocking back his chair. "You… I know you!"

 No.728718

>>728717
>"I don't think I'm even capable of resorting to violence," Gadriel dryly comments.
Shei chuckles "heh, okay. Lets be off then." Shei flies up again and when Gadriel joins him they make a flight path eastward.

[1d10] naviagtion
[forgot, my regular talent isn't active right now]

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.728719

>>728717

Amy shrugs. "I don't see why I can't have someone else read everything for me."

>>728717
>>728712

Amy follows along to the picnic table.

When Tantra stands up, Amy cocks her head. "You know Pleather, Tanter?" Amy asks, getting neither name right.

 No.728720

>>728717
"That sounds great!" Flaming says to Regina's suggestion. "I've been wanting to try it since last night, I even made a character with Rus and Vortigern's help reading through the book with me! I think that sounds like a lot of fun, if you two don't mind playing through that." She says, looking to Box and Journey.

"It 'could' help with training in more ways than one too, let us practice strategy right?"

 No.728721

>>728717
"While I may have had a more urban upbringing, I agree it is good to see Accorsian hospitality even here."

Cloak offers a short nod to all of them, not going through their names like the previous group. "Leather Cloak, my greetings." With Temper Tantrum's appearance, he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

>>728719
"Leather." Cloak says amicably to the side, "One could say that."

 No.728722

>>728716
>"Oh! Have you seen our cool new pet? Lockjaw!"
KP says, calling over Lockjaw for Cloak to see.

>>728717
Pryce looks down as she bops him, giving a light chuckle as the worry is cleared.
"It was just shocking to hear you could be whisked away so easily. But you're right, some of them have been pleasant to work with, so things can be settled."

>>728717
>>728716
Pryce looks over to River, and then to Leather, seeing as Shei ran off and Flaming went off to her date.
"Did you have any plans for the day? We were going to show the kids around town."

 No.728723

>>728721

"Cotton," Amy responds enigmatically.

"Another old friend?"

 No.728724

>>728719
"C-can I do it?" Wireframe asks excitedly. "I always wanted a cushy, important position where I get paid big to do easy work."
"I already called dibs!" Rus protests.
"Since when!?"
"Just now."
"That's not how dibs works!"
Wireframe and Rus Tea suddenly lock horns, getting into a bizarrely buffalo-like headbutting bout.

>>728718
You and Gadriel are forced to fly into an eastern headwind, making travel rather difficult for a time, but after a while you get into a pattern of criss-crossing through the winds, mimicking the strategies of birds to get to your destination. Soon enough, after getting closer to the mountains, they catch enough of the winds for you to get to your destination safely.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYE4bXRGHds

You and Gadriel touch down on a hill road, well-worn with cart tracks. Pine needles coat the ground, and a light hoarfrost embraces everything nearby. An imposing wall awaits further up the hill, built from thick, well-carved logs with spiked tops. Guards await in their towers, but don't seem to have noticed you yet.

"So can't we just go in and request entry?" Gadriel asks.

>>728721
>>728723
"Much like River Spring, I fought to bring about the end of days with Buiwong," Tantra says. "Though, if I had known it would have turned out like this… argh. I need to get out of that mindset. What's done is done, right?"

He offers his hoof for a bump.

>>728722
>>728721
"Oh right, our pets!" Spitshine exclaims.
Aside from Hopper, there seem to be four pets with the party. The first is a tiny Kecha-Wacha, which Sugar introduces as Katcher. Second is a tiny Pukei-Pukei, who Spitshine names Pucchini. Third is Lockjaw, a tiny Deviljho. Lockjaw grunts upon being introduced, sniffing Cloak all over, apparently in search of food.

The fourth pet is a piglet, who sniffs around in the grass near Hafaza's legs. He seems a little shy.

"Still working on a name," Hafaza says. "I've been sticking with Pig for now."
"Hafaza is a Power Voidling, while I am a Knowledge Voidling," Observer dryly explains.

>>728720
"Does this involve a lot of math…?" Box asks. "…Cause math is my favorite subject!"
"That actually sounds like a good start!" LJ says. "You'll have to show me how it's done though."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Regina says. She digs into her bag and pulls out that old copy of Witches and Wargs, as well as a set of glasses. As she sets them on her nose, Box starts visibly sweating.
Regina then passes out pens, inkwells, sheets of paper, and dice. "Alright, we need to decide on what characters you'll be playing. Box, LJ, why don't you look through the book here and take your pick. Flaming, give us your introduction while they do that."

 No.728725

>>728724

"I may not know how to read, but I'm pretty sure that's not how the word 'already' works, Rusty," Amy laughs.

"But really, I'm sure I'll need both your help… I'm not sure if it will be the cushy job you're looking for though…" Amy pauses as she realizes she doesn't have a nickname for Wireframe.

Then, she suddenly gasps. She jumps up and down with a giddy expression. "Framy!" she exclaims excitedly.

 No.728726

>>728724
>>728721

"So you WERE on the same side!" Amy nods to Tantra.

As far as Amy understands it, it was Pryce and his friends that caused the end of days. Thus, Tantra was on their side.

 No.728727

>>728724
Shei-Sher looks about himself, taking in the surroundings. "I suppose so."

And so they sonder over to the gate. As Shei approaches closer to the fort he can feel his beat faster and his hooves feel clamy. He musters the spirit to greet the guards without sounding nervous. "Ahoy!" Shei calls out to the tower guards "Goodmorning, We request entry into the village. A relative of Shei-perd and my griffon friend."

 No.728728

>>728724
"The past cannot be erased, but the future may still be righted." Cloak nods, "I've spoke to River about the same sentiment." Cloak shakes the hoof that had intended to bump.

Cloak looks at the pets with amusement and bemusement alike, turning his head towards Observer when he spouts the random factoid. "..I see."

>>728726
"Mmn. We had some disagreements, but I am sure at the end of the day, we all wished to continue living fulfilling lives. Most if not all do."

>>728722
"None, save introductions."

 No.728729

>>728724
As Regina takes out the board and starts to set up the game, Flaming looks to Box, "Yeah, there is a little… but from what I can tell it shouldn't be too hard, just subtractions. I can do those, I just write my numbers in sticks and it should be fine."

As Regina asks her to introduce her character, Flaming smiles widely. "Sure! Ahem… okay… my character is a pony named Sheimy Thrice. She's the noble, honorable alicorn wizard-princess of a kingdom that's always in danger, and she goes out to save it using her magic, warm hugs, and crazy smarts… extra on the 'crazy', she gets yelled at a lot for doing stupid stuff sometimes, even though she means well."

 No.728730

>>728728

"I'd rather have fun than be fulfilled," Amy shrugs.

 No.728731

>>728724
As Lockjaw searches for food on Cloak, Pryce pulls off his bracelet, attempting to conjure some food for the little deviljho.
>Hat Magic [Meat] [1d10]

He smiles at all the pets playing around.
"Are you ready to see the city?"
He asks Spitshine, Sugar, and KP.
>"Yea, totally!"


>>728728
"You're welcome to join us. It'll be a good time to catch up."

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.728732

>>728725
>>728726
"As you can no doubt see, Amy has a very interesting imagination," Wireframe says.

>>728727
The guards look down at you, then operate a system of levers at their command, and the gate slowly opens. Once you get past the gates, you are stopped at a checkpoint, operated by a group of three guards.

"State your business, and turn over your belongings," the head guard says. "We just need to inspect them for any illegal materials. You'll get them back soon."

>>728728
>>728731
"He's calling me dumb," Hafaza says. "But for all that knowledge, he still can't help but be cripplingly socially inept."
Observer merely blinks, less than amused. Meanwhile, Pryce conjures a slab of meat-on-the-bone, which Lockjaw quickly starts chowing down on.
"It would be a good opportunity to get something to bring back to Dagger," River suggests.

>>728729
Regina stops in the middle of setting out a folding board to cover her stack of papers and dice. She looks down the rim of her glasses at you. "…I think some edits are to be in order. Why not make this… Sheimy… somewhat more down to earth? If she starts out as an alicorn and a princess, there's nowhere really for her to develop and advance. Maybe she can be an earth pony to begin with, of humble origins, and rise to greatness."

LJ laughs. "Sounds like Regina's experienced with vetting characters. Anyway, Box, check out this sick combo if you take this class and that one…"

 No.728733

>>728732

"Amy and Framy," Amy says happily in a little tune. "Now you HAVE to be one of my advisors or something!"

 No.728734

>>728732
Flaming looks up at Regina as she offers her notes, "Oh, I haven't even mentioned how she's also part demon yet! But uh… I… think I may see your point." She says feeling a little sad that her character didn't go over so well.

"I could dial her back a little bit then. How about… what was Pryce again… oh, just a regular unicorn then? Could she still be a princess? Just a young one, not really in charge yet?"

She looks to Journey, snickering. "I think Regina has a bit too much experience with characters, I guess… also, 'combo's? You know combos?"

 No.728735

>>728732
Like the cutting of steel, a cold tremor is felt inside Shei-Sher at the mention of an inspection. He tries to remain calm.

"I am visiting family after being gone for some time. I also wish to offer my labor and perform good works for the village." Shei-Sher holds his bag securely in a hoof.

"However, I am afraid I will be needing to dispense of my belongings at an inn before visiting. I am an alchemist by trade and handle highly sensitive materials within my bag. It would be highly unethical of me as a professional to allow laymen to handle such hazards. Thank you" Shei bows "I shall return soon again."

[1d10] to be convincing enough not to rouse suspicion

Shei turns around and motions Gadriel to follow him back up the hill.

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.728736

>>728732
Pryce gives Lockjaw a pet after handing him the slab of meat, letting him gnaw away in peace.
"How have you two been?"
He asks Observer and Hafaza, not having had time to speak with them much as of late.

 No.728737

>>728732
"Ah, well I've been called slow plenty, which I would argue is not equivalent to patient but I digress."

>>728731
>>728732

He rolls his eyes at River, already acting more friendly around her at the mention of getting something for Dagger, "If there's one thing that's tested my patience in these last few months, is her need for the strangest of foods. By time I go fetch her maple sugar candies, she's already decided she's in the need for pickled beets. If it wasn't for the nurses I may have renounced my vows already. I'll see if I can find something nice."

 No.728738

>>728733
"And obviously, since this fits so well, I have to get a nice big salary cut out of the royal budget!" Wireframe laughs.
"Fine, but since my penponyship is better than yours, I get a nice office with a big desk and a good view!" Rus Tea says.

>>728734
Regina nearly bursts up laughing when she hears about the part demon bit. "If you thought that was over the top, you should look at some of the earliest characters I made. Since I always played by myself, I had nobody to tell me what worked and didn't."
"You played by yourself?" Box asks. "…How?"
"…I had more imaginary friends than most mares my age," Regina mumbles sheepishly.

Meanwhile, LJ is scribbling down notes. "Yeah, whoever designed this should've done some testing. You can make ridiculous things if you play it right. Okay, so I'm Great Voyage, the son of the lead warrior of my wayward tribe. I'm an Ascendant too, and my horns are magic!"

"That's… marginally better," Regina comments. "Box?"

"I'm Chester, the keeper of goods. I'm gonna be an Entertainer, a wandering Krikral bard in search of things to steal, sell and tell tall tales about!"

Regina nods in approval. "Something interesting."

>>728735
"Get lost and don't come back," the guard says. He signals to those in the towers, and they shut the gates once you depart.

Gadriel follows you. "You couldn't have just let them look through it? I doubt those guys would know what any of that stuff was if you just lied to 'em. Now they'll think you had a bomb in there!"

>>728737
>>728736
River conjures another Dark Corridor for your small group.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-xJEmwrahE

After proceeding through, you find yourselves back in the northwestern district of Threecoins. In the distance to the east, Cloak can see just how gargantuan the Library is, even when seen from far-off. The northwestern district is a very eclectic place.

The flagstone streets are marked with several closely-held clumps of buildings, separated by winding streets. No two buildings look alike, and often look like they were taken out of fantastical paintings and plopped straight down in the city. Some are made of mushrooms, others resemble cakes or tree trunks or even stone fish. The streets are populated by an all-female population, of diverse races and clothing styles, suggesting they hail from all across the lands.

Zjetya looks somewhat sad as she looks over them all.

 No.728739

>>728738

"Huh…" Amy suddenly puts a hoof to her chin pensively. "Where do you think I'd rule from?"

 No.728740

>>728737
"There's a lot of variety, and surprises, here. I'm positive you'll find more than enough."

>>728738
As they step out into one of the main districts of Threecoins, KP immediately looks giddy at all the magical and also imaginary architecture, as well as the clothing.
>"This place is so cool! Look at all this, it's like we're going through a storybook like the other day! Remember that Spits?"

Pryce is feeling better walking through the witch city this time, no overarching threat of demons or a mission, just a simple stroll. He turns to Zjetya, seeing her expression.
"Is everything alright?"
He asks.

 No.728741

>>728738
>>728740
Leather follows Pryce close as they walk through the city, peering into windows and soaking in the sights.

"No kidding, Pryce…" Curious to see where they'll lead, he mostly stays quiet to allow for the conversation between Pryce and Zjetya to take place.

 No.728742

>>728738
"She probably made replicas to play with, right? And, I'm sorry you had to play all by yourself back then, I guess that would make it hard to check to see if what you're doing is good or not. What was YOUR first character, REgina?"

As LJ points out his character, Flaming looks over her sheet, not wanting to be outdone competitively by him as she leers at his sheet. "Uh… um… do you… just HAPPEN to see anything like that that can be done for a wizard? Just curious, don't want them or anything just wanna know if you can see the combos for my class too."

As they introduce their characters, Flaming snorts. "Great Voyage? Chester? Those are a little familiar. But I like the idea about your horns being magic, that's a pretty neat trick." She looks up at her horns, where she sees Spark is still perched.

 No.728743

>>728739
"Somewhere central to your territory, with a good amount of transportation in every which way in case you have to travel, which I bet you will," Blessings says. "Why not take over Fantasia? I have talked with Easy Doesit in recent times. She has little wish to be a queen, or a ruler of any kind. She was born from legends of adventurers, and adventure is all she wishes to do."

>>728740
>>728741
Zjetya shrugs. "I talked a lot with Yadala and the others about where they're from. The Coven they're from – Wacachan – was kinda like this. Everything and everyone looked like a mishmash of a million different things collapsing in on themselves. Witches are misfits, and no matter where they're from, Wacachan took them all in.

"They might be able to handle it, since it's all they know, but lots of places are experiencing the same thing. Ecclesia's been swamped trying to keep all the refugees they've taken in happy, but that hasn't succeeded in the slightest. Zha Arlakane's been filled with violence from different refugee groups every single day, even after we took it over. I just wonder if Ecclesia will be able to make all those different peoples as happy as these Witches seem."

"Eventually, I think so," River says. "When people are brought together due to fear and strife, they can't help but fight. Once we're back to a state where all those old kingdoms have their own land and sovereignty again, instead of being clumped up in shelters all day, we'll see peace return in that way too."

Spitshine blinks. "…So, uh… where's the good shops? Anyone know?"

>>728742
"I can only make replicas out of the Dove Orchids, so for a while I was just with me myself and my imagination," Regina says, then smiles. "We're not going to dig that one out of the folder."

LJ looks over. "Want some help building your character? I can definitely make you overpowered."

Regina frowns. "That's kind of not the point… but if you want to have a challenge, you better be prepared."

>paused, continue the RP if wanted

 No.729011

>Pryce
After arriving in the northeastern district, you feel a shuffling around in your robe. Hopper is crawling around inside, until he eventually pops out of your collar and climbs onto your shoulder. He taps you with the staff, and little orbs of water manifest from the staff's tip. He seems very proud of this cantrip, as he is very insistent that you get an eyeful of it.

 No.729015

>>729011
Pryce turns his head down to Hopper as he bops him with his little staff, looking at the little droplets he conjures.
"This is part of the ensemble you got yesterday, right?"
>"Yea! Hopper picked it out all by himself!"
"It's a good fit," Pryce comments, turning his attention back to Hopper, "I knew you were talented but this is a real gift you have."

 No.729017

>>729015
Hopper then turns about, and waves the staff again. This time, the water orbs float down toward KP's bag, floating around the pouch containing the books that he got from Sansebas about beast taming. He makes little grumbling sounds until KP takes them out of his bag.
"Curious," River says, eyeing the grimoire and bestiary. "Do you think Regina wasn't far off when she said he was acting jealous? Because it looks to me like he wants to prove his worth as an adventurer."

 No.729019

>>729017
KP pulls out the books as Hopper makes it clear he wants to see them.
>"Which one do you want Hopper?"
He asks, holding them up for the frog.
"I wouldn't be surprised. I found him all the way back in Vadalahara before the Rapture. After all that time he probably wants more to do."

 No.729020

>>729019
Hopper taps the grimoire with the staff (with the butt of course, so as not to damage it with water).
River grimly smiles. "He'd have to be a very strong little frog to survive a place like that. I think it would be a far cry to expect that he could be trained to a point where he could assist you against Estuary, but he will probably appreciate being trained all the same. Why not devote a day to him, since Lockjaw had his share of the fun yesterday?"

 No.729024

>>729020
KP puts the bestiary away, and opens the grimoire,flipping through the pages.
>"Ok, stop me when I get the page you want."
"Maybe one day he could. There was a rather large frog with a sword back in the wichbone forest that I ran into."
>"I was hearing a lot about beast masters from Spits and Sansebas, Hopper could totally be an amazing mage!"
Pryce nods to River's suggestion.
"I was planning to spend most of this day for quality time, since it'll be the last for a while I might get for some."

 No.729027

>>729024
Hopper grumbles a little – though KP knows by now that he always does that – until he gets about 10 percent of the way through the book. At that point, Hopper thrusts out the butt of the staff, stopping KP from going on further. He can see that it's a two-page spread, illustrating many Beast-Tamers fighting alongside their Pact-beasts. It is a very heroic scene, displaying a wide variety of adventurer archetypes, defending a massive castle-city from an onslaught against shadowy monsters.
Hopper's eyes widen at the sight, and then he gives Kp a look of severe hope.
"…How might a frog train, though?" River asks aloud. "If only we got to ask that frog in the Witchbone Jungle what his routine was."

 No.729031

>>729027
"We could always visit him in the future. I imagine he'd like to know how this duel will turn out, since he was the one who warned me about Sir Estuary to begin with."
KP looks down at the the spread display of battles, looking as excited as Hopper is. He turns, holding the book up for Pryce, River, and Zjetya to see.
>"Look! We just gotta do stuff with him, like they are here!"
He says as if inspired.
>"And since there's two of us, Hopper will probably get twice the training!"
"…Would it really work that way?"
>"I don't know. But if Zjetya had enough of a bond to teach Hopper a trick, then two of us having the main bond has to be twice as fast!"

 No.729035

>>729031
Hopper turns from KP to Pryce, looking up at him the way that a young colt looks at a stallion who is of great inspiration to him, motivating him onward to greater heights.
River smiles. "Looks like we have ourselves our day five mission. Perhaps the Ecclesians might have some simple tasks we can take on to get some practice with him."
"Want me to call the logistics offices and see what they've got?" Zjetya asks. "Or should we stick with the Witches? Though, in all likelihood, Ecclesia will be coming and going around here today to try to solidify that deal."

She laughs. "Plus, once the stallions know that there's a whole city full of single ladies, we'll see a serious spike in the population."

 No.729038

>>729035
"I did want to speak with the Ecclesians anyways, for a few reasons. Why don't we try both? See if the Witches have any tasks we could take on while we shop, and then in the afternoon head to the Ecclesian camp and see what they have."
He suggests, looking down to Hopper.
"Been a while since I did any proper training as well, it'll go good for the both of us."
>"The three of us!"
KP corrects.

Pryce looks over to Zjetya and her comment.
"Do you think they'll really rush over here over that?"

 No.729039

>>729038
River nods. "Time well spent, if I say so myself."
"We ought to get in some ourselves," Spitshine says to Sugar. He strokes Katcher's fur. "Maybe we can get our pets on the same level."
"I don't wanna put them in danger," Sugar says. "But it would be best if they're practiced at defending us and themselves."

Zjetya nods. "Oh yeah. Setting aside that the Witches themselves have probably next to no experience with stallions, and would be excited themselves, Ecclesia is very pro-natalist. Being in a committed relationship that is likely to result in marriage and children gets you the good life. Earlier, Cloak mentioned the Cairn. It's Ecclesia's most fortified bunker, reserved for VVIPs, like the families of the Choir, the elderly, and expectant and young mothers. Its location is kept a strict secret; need-to-know basis only. Revealing it without proper authorization can get you the death penalty. But if you can get yourself or your spouse there, their safety is totally guaranteed, and you're set financially for the rest of your life."
"For a more simple explanation – some ponies may just have a thing for witches," River says. "Box is proof of that."

 No.729040

>>729039
He looks down to Spitshine and Sugar as they talk about their own pets and training as well.
"I think your pets have an edge, since they're all shrunken like Lockjaw was. They're already better at handling their own," Pryce comments, thinking a moment, "I'll need to check in with Fairy Castle too to finish up that Unweaving training as well."
Pryce says, followed by a sigh.
"Today is going to be a busy day. Hope I don't wear myself out before the fight."


"That's good to hear they keep the families safe, though I hope the Ecclesians would take interest for their own emotions, and not just to take those benefits."
He comments.
"I think Box's romance goes beyond just Regina being a witch."

 No.729041

>>729040
"Well sure," Spitshine says. "But I have a feeling that if they're cooped up while they see you, Hopper and Lockjaw running around, they'll lose their minds."
"Yeah, better let 'em get a share of the fun," Sugar says.
"Don't worry," River says. "Keeping to a schedule is one of my skills. I had to keep my whole group on task when I was working for Buiwong. They were all dysfunctional and a tad scatterbrained, even Shining Light. I'll keep our tasks on track, however."

Zjetya shrugs. "I wouldn't worry too much. Something tells me Witches aren't so easily taken advantage of. Besides, the troops that the Choir sends to retake a city are made of much better stuff than what they keep on the front lines. I don't think Regina will regret this deal."

>Pause, reply if you want

 No.729042

Last time on HolyQuest…

In a whirlwind of new names and faces, Leather Cloak was introduced to almost every member of the Saviors of Mariposa, including four members who served Buiwong, their old adversary and the fallen god who cast the world into ruin. Although not all of them would be joining the Tartarus Expedition, they greeted him warmly as one of their own.

Afterward, the party split up in order to tend to their business for the fifth and final day that they had before the Expedition began. If they needed to get in contact with one another, they could use the Caller Conches that Doctor Galton of the Choir brought them.

Flaming, LJ, Regina, Box and Buiwong's crew remained behind in the garden at the top of the Library of the Sacrosanct. LJ, Flaming, Regina and Box began their double date with an adventure of Witches and Wargs 3E, while (unbeknownst to LJ and Flaming) Buiwong's crew remained nearby to keep an eye on things. Additionally, Amy stuck around to give her own advice to Flaming. While there, she also had access to Fairy Castle and the other Witches, who could teach her more about her powers.

Pryce, Cloak, KP, River, Zjetya, Spitshine, Sugar and the pets went into Threecoins' northeastern district, located outside the Library's massive, castle-like grounds. There, they could do some shopping and see the sights to take their minds of the ordeals to come.

Shei and Gadriel took a Dark Corridor to Lilane's outskirts. Although they couldn't enter the city proper, thanks to Ichimonji's ban, they could go to another developing Ecclesian territory, to the east. Gadriel managed to scry it out with the crystal ball Shei procured for him, and they were off. Luckily, they managed to avoid encountering demons on the way. When they arrived at the town's outskirts, they had to face a guard outpost and submit to an inspection of their belongings. Shei's refusal to submit raised much suspicion in the guards, so it would be harder to get in now… at least, through that route. As any thief will tell you, there's more than one way to get somewhere undetected.

 No.729043

>Amy
"Somewhere central to your territory, with a good amount of transportation in every which way in case you have to travel, which I bet you will," Blessings says. "Why not take over Fantasia? I have talked with Easy Doesit in recent times. She has little wish to be a queen, or a ruler of any kind. She was born from legends of adventurers, and adventure is all she wishes to do."

>Pryce, Leather

Zjetya shrugs. "I talked a lot with Yadala and the others about where they're from. The Coven they're from – Wacachan – was kinda like this. Everything and everyone looked like a mishmash of a million different things collapsing in on themselves. Witches are misfits, and no matter where they're from, Wacachan took them all in.

"They might be able to handle it, since it's all they know, but lots of places are experiencing the same thing. Ecclesia's been swamped trying to keep all the refugees they've taken in happy, but that hasn't succeeded in the slightest. Zha Arlakane's been filled with violence from different refugee groups every single day, even after we took it over. I just wonder if Ecclesia will be able to make all those different peoples as happy as these Witches seem."

"Eventually, I think so," River says. "When people are brought together due to fear and strife, they can't help but fight. Once we're back to a state where all those old kingdoms have their own land and sovereignty again, instead of being clumped up in shelters all day, we'll see peace return in that way too."

Spitshine blinks. "…So, uh… where's the good shops? Anyone know?"

>Flaming

"I can only make replicas out of the Dove Orchids, so for a while I was just with me myself and my imagination," Regina says, then smiles. "We're not going to dig that one out of the folder."

LJ looks over. "Want some help building your character? I can definitely make you overpowered."

Regina frowns. "That's kind of not the point… but if you want to have a challenge, you better be prepared."

>Shei

"Get lost and don't come back," the guard says. He signals to those in the towers, and they shut the gates once you depart.

Gadriel follows you. "You couldn't have just let them look through it? I doubt those guys would know what any of that stuff was if you just lied to 'em. Now they'll think you had a bomb in there!"

 No.729044

https://pastebin.com/RaZG8KLM

>>729043
"Right, and that's not counting any biases Ecclesia might have, or the ponies that are a part of it."
He comments on the topic.
"I'm sure they'll be fine though. The Witches have been able to hold themselves, so they won't need to be as reliant on Ecclesia's help. That should keep most tensions down."

As Spitshine speaks up, Pryce looks down the roads.
"I think there was some this way. Let's start there first."
He says, leading the group towards the shops.

 No.729045

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>>729043
https://pastebin.com/jbpPAusX

Leather Cloak listens passively to the conversation between the others, mostly doing window shopping at the strange buildings around him, seeing if anything around would appeal to either Dagger's crude sense of humor, or something for her to snack on.

 No.729046

>>729043
Flaming smiles up at Regina, "Tartarus won't show mercy on us, and neither should you! Climbing Fires don't shy down from a challenge."

She pushes her character sheet towards LJ, scooting in close to look over it with him. "Okay, so, what do you recommend? I chose a wizard so, all that fancy magic should already make me pretty powerful right?"

 No.729047

>>729045
"Well, unless two Witches end up fighting over the same soldier," Zjetya says with a laugh. "I doubt they'd all be willing to go down the polygamous path you've chosen."

>>729044
>>729045
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dwa-81884m8
As you head into the shopping district, you see many willowy and tall buildings, grouped together closely. The district's streets are not ordinary ones. A grand, central street gives rise to many smaller streets, sprawling off from the central one like the roots of a plant. Those smaller streets are in turn filled with criss-crossing staircases, pulley elevators and ladders, making practically every building interconnected in some way. It's almost as much of a labyrinth as the Library itself.

Along the way, River flags down a local witch to ask for some directions. Said witch, recognizing Pryce et al from yesterday, is all too glad to help, listing off some noteworthy stops and what they offer.

>Halaq's Haircuts


-Offers not just haircuts, but hair lengthening, alteration of texture, thickness, composition, color, etc.

>Meister's Metallurgy


-Weapon purchasing and quality upgrades, property changes (Elemental / Physical damage type), other Enhancements
-Elemental Ammo, Special Ammo
-Armor purchasing and upgrades

>Prickly Pear's Pharmacy


-Sells potions, salves, creams, perfumes, colognes, gels, pills, comics, toys and candy

>Wizingstar's Witcheries


-Catalysts like spellbooks, wands, grimoires, fetishes, staves, amulets, charms, coins, cards, tubes, spell tags, scrolls, etc.
-Supplies for summoned familiars and pets
-Assorted magical items for both combat and noncombat purposes

>Arthuria's Antiques


-Furniture, rugs, curtains, tapestries, and art commissions

>Threadbearer's Threads


-Clothes, accessories, makeup. They also have coffee.

>>729046
"So, check it out, if you go pure Mage, not taking any other classes, you'll get this, plus these two skills have some synergy. Let me show you…" LJ says, going over the rulebook to show you everything that the Mage class offers, until you have a sheet that you can be proud of.
Regina looks your way once it sounds like you're putting on the finishing touches. "All ready?"

 No.729048

Flaming's sheet is as follows:
>Sheimy Thrice
>Female Unicorn
>5/5
>Fire Elementalist (free)
>Hat Magic
>Storm Bolt
>Magic Bolt
>Homing Magic
>Talent: +2 to Homing Magic

>>729047
Flaming looks over her sheet, holding a pencil in her mouth as she jots down some notes according to LJ's instructions. Once done, she spits it out, smiling as she looks it over. "Yeah… yeah, I think this works!" She turns to LJ, awfully close to his face. Almost too close! She moves her muzzle down a little, snickering. "T-thanks. I bet it'll be awesome now."

She turns to Regina, nodding her head eagerly. "Ready!"

 No.729049

>>729047
"Art commissions… Glass would be wondering if they do smut." Leather muses, looking about. "Prickly Pear's seems like a nice time, long as they don't offer free samples without consent."

 No.729050

>>729043
"I couldn't risk that.." Shei says in a hushed tone as they walk back up the and behind the hill. "My grievances would be doubled if I lost anything before we enter Tartarus."

Shei-Sher opens a portal to their airship in threecoins "We will drop off our things at the ship and return. I have a few contingency plans before calling it quits."

[1d10] dark corridor

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.729051

>>729048
You see LJ almost reflexively back off when you get too near to him, but then he stops and allows you to be closer to him than he'd normally allow. He casts a glance over to a grove, where Vortigern, Tantra, Mocha and _____ are doing a very conspicuous job of not looking inconspicuous, as they watch the date unfold.

Regina looks over the three sheets that her players have submitted. "Okay then… yeah, I can work with these."

She hands them back, then rustles some paper, pens and dice behind her massive QM screen. She waves a paw, and dark mists gather around and above you, darkening things slightly to set a mood. Regina's face seems to be lit from below, and her voice slightly resonates, as if she were speaking from all around you.

"You three have been commissioned by the Machine-King of Acappella City on a quest that he can trust nobody else with. A dungeon far to the west, known as the Coil of Daedas, holds the remains of the Vrykolakas, a dreaded vampire defeated and sealed away long ago. But now, in the shadowy kingdom of Circadia, occultists driven mad by the eternal moon have stolen into the dungeon, seeking to revive the Vrykolakas and install her as the head of their new kingdom of the night. This cannot be allowed to happen. The Machine-King has commissioned you to infiltrate the Coil, retrieve the three corpse parts of the Vrykolakas, and return to Acapella City before the Occultists can revive her.

"You have ridden by carriage for several days across the northern countryside. The swampy terrain has made travel terribly difficult, and the beasts of burden pulling your wagon are exhausted. The ride is bumpy, and the carriage stuffy and hot with the damp air of the fetid swamp. Without warning, the carriage grinds to a halt, nearly throwing you out of your seats."

With a flourish, she turns it over to you.

>>729050
"Okay, I trust you," Gadriel says. "Just let me know if you need me to do anything. Hey, maybe one of my past selves was really good at distractions. Tapdancing routines, slapstick comedy, that kind of stuff.

As you return to the ship, you recall the Moon and Sun Diskos that the others will need to use in order to be eligible for the Kindling.

>For the sake of time you can assume you get back to that area outside Commontown without a roll.

 No.729052

>>729051
Flaming looks over in the grove, wondering what the heck those guys are up to watching their date before she shrugs it off, looking over at LJ and rolling her eyes pointed in their direction.

As Regina passes them back their sheets, Flaming looks up at the giant sphynx, nodding her head as she tells the story of their mission. "Coool…. wait, uh, you're looking at me?" Flaming says, eyes popping wide open.

"OH! Oh this is the part where I act, got it!" She looks at her sheet, "Umm… okay, Sheimy says, 'Hey! What's going on out there?', deciding to take matter into her own hoofs and hop outside to see what's going on."

She looks around. "Um, do I need to roll for that?"

 No.729054

>>729052
Regina smiles. "Oh, I hope you like the word 'perception,' because you're going to be hearing that a lot. Yep, whenever you want to know more about the physical details of a place around you, you need to roll perception. I will prompt you sometimes when I want one out of you. All of you, go ahead and roll for that."

LJ and Box pick up and toss their dice.

[1d10] LJ
[1d10] Box

Roll #1 5 = 5 / Roll #2 9 = 9

 No.729055

>>729054
"'Perception', huh? That's a funny word. Alright: Sheimy steps outside of the cart and looks around!" She says, giddly grabbing at dice and shaking them up enthusiastically. "This part looks really fun-" she says, seemingly enamored with the simple act of tossing a multi-sided decahedron on the table.
[1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.729056

>>729047
"Eheh, I uh, don't imagine Ecclesians would go down that route either."
Pryce says wit ha nervous chuckle.

As the witch tells them of the nearby stores, KP looks all too eager to check out each one.
>"They have so many places here! You can get everything."
"The antique stores sound like a good place to start if we want to decorate the ship up."
Pryce suggests to the group.

>>729049
"Have you been to places that force samples on you?"
Pryce asks curiously at the comment.

 No.729057

>>729055
After counting up the rolls, Regina leans back.

"You see that your carriage has been running across a partly-sunken dirt road, gripped on all sides by the depths of the Onuma Swamp. The carriage was en route to cross a great bridge over the deepest parts of the swamp. The bridge awaits before you, but has been destroyed. The wood panels of the bridge have been blown away, and support beams, black with burn marks, sink partway into the swamp, their ropes turning a sickly green from the bile below. It looks like the bridge was destroyed recently. The driver tells you that this is as far as he can go; he's not getting paid nearly enough to risk his boars of burden in this swamp."

"I tell him that he's violating the king's orders if he runs away!" Box protests.

"Roll persuasion," Regina says.

Box shakes the dice… [1d10]

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.729058

>>729057
>>729055
"But the driver will hear none of it!" Regina says. "He tells you that he's not going to tangle with occultists no matter how much he's offered, not when he's got so much to lose. You'll have to find your own way from here."

LJ taps his chin. "Okay, what to do…"

 No.729060

>>729051
They arrive at commontown and Shei-Sher heads for the Airship

>Hey, maybe one of my past selves was really good at distractions.

"I suppose there's always a chance. Perhaps you should inquire the Sun Diskos on your true self Gadds. It might just acquaint you better with your past lives."

Shei pats a fist onto his hoof "That reminds me. The others have not made their own inquiries with the diskos. Before we leave again for Ecclessia lets drop those off with Flaming."

When they enter the ship Shei-Sher directs Gadds to the location of the diskos while dropping off the majority of his belongings. He calls out loud for anyone in the ship hear "Chorazin are you here? I have a question."

 No.729061

>>729057
>>729058
Flaming snickers at LJ's failed negotiations. "You should have tried being nicer with him, Journey. It's alright though," Flaming looks at Regina with a confident look.

"Sheimy says, 'Don't worry about him! The King tasked US with stopping the occultists, and that's just what we'll do. We'll traverse the swamp ourselves, unless any of you can fly'."

"Um, neither of you can fly, right? I downgraded Sheimy to a unicorn so her wings are gone. Oh! And, she uses her magic to pull out three pairs of swamp-wadding boots out of her bag!"
[1d10] Hat Magic

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.729062

>>729060
Gadriel heads for your room, which is where you last left both Diskos. There's no response when you call out to Chorazin. It seems that she's not here. Perhaps you could try the Conch.

 No.729063

>>729056
"Glass has dragged me into a gag gift store. Err, not that sorta gag, practical joke stuff. Had me peer through a kaleidoscope even though I didn't care for the experience. Tattoo'd some magical ink around my eye for a week that wouldn't wash off. Real funny."

 No.729066

>>729049
>>729056
Deciding to hit up the pharmacy first, you proceed through the labyrinthine streets until you find a squat building, shaped like a mushroom. It's built on the lower tiers of the district, on the western side, by the great river which divides the city in two. Around the outside balcony overlooking the River, you see many pots containing rows of mushrooms and other small plants.

With a jingle of the doorbell, you enter and find a very nice, cool hovel, with a dirt floor and many stout wood tables, containing rows and rows of potions, salves, medicine cases, and so on and so forth. Spitshine and Sugar immediately bolt for the back, where you see candy, toys and manga on the shelves.

Prickly Pear is at the counter. Cloak sees that she is a young white alpaca with a colorful poncho and a curled staff at her side. She hums and waves as you enter. "Hey, Pryce! How's everything today?"

 No.729067

>>729062
"Gadriel I need to send a call out to Chorazin. You can use the Sun Diskos while I speak through the conch. It works similarly to the crystal, simply ask it a question."

Shei-Sher takes the conch out from his belongings and makes a call out to Chorazin.

 No.729069

>>729061
You succeed at drawing forth three high-topped boots, enough to insulate your legs from the treacherous swamp. You know that even though the occultists destroyed the bridge to slow their pursuers, they must have still gone that way, for this bridge was part of the long road to the Coil.

>"The mighty Great Voyage thanks the clever mage Sheimy for her spell," LJ says, making his voice much deeper than it normally is. "Alright, let's roll for navigation!"


[1d10] LJ
[1d10] Box

>>729067
"Alright, I'll give it a shot and report back!" Gadriel says.

After a short while, Chorazin picks up. "Hello, Shei. I must have just missed you. I am in the middle of discussions with Mirror Image at the moment. What do you need?"

Roll #1 10 = 10 / Roll #2 5 = 5

 No.729070

>>729069
As LJ lowers his voice, Flaming snickers, heightening hers so that it sounds like a close approximation of Amy's. "Sheimy says that the great warrior Voyage is very welcome, and she skips and hops her way through the swamp in her boots ahead of the others with no sense of direction!" She says, drawing upon someone close to her IRL as she takes another roll of the dice.
[1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.729071

>>729056
>>729066
Cloak offers a small bow as he enters, looking to Pryce. "Ah you know the proprietor. That's nice to know." He waves to Pear, "Hiya, just browsing the sweets, trying to pick out a gift for my wife."

 No.729072

>>729069
"Oh Sorry to interrupt. Well you may not approve, but I wished to visit my biological mother before the day ends. She has not seen me since opportunity compelled me to join Pryce and the others on our quest -that was months ago. The problem is her place of residence is likely an ecclessian village. It is not among my first ideas to gain entry, but if my options run out would you be available to lend a hoof in playing a role?"

 No.729073

>>729070
>Regina flourishes her fingers, and ominous, atmospheric background music begins to play.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y645soXPias

With the help of your boots, you trudge through the deep swamp, taking experimental steps here and there to test the depths, lest you take one wrong step and fall in, never to surface again. More than a few times, Chester missteps, nearly submerging his head below the surface of the foul swamp, and Great Journey and Sheimy are hard-pressed to pull him out once more.

After finishing the last leg of the trek on your own, you see the cold gray of carved stone, poking out between the vines between the thick, dark trees. A great temple, made to resemble a holy symbol of the sun, lies before you. There was once a stone door sealing it off, but it appears to have been recently destroyed, as rubble lays scattered around. With her magical senses, Sheimy can feel that several protective spells were cast upon the temple, but have sense been dispelled with evil magic. Occult runes deface the temple's stones, almost like a defiant and presumptuous declaration of victory.

"After thanking the others for their help, Chester checks for traps!" Box says.

[1d10]

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.729074

>>729070
>>729073
You're certain that it's not trapped.

>Regina says this with a small smile.


>Box looks at the die with the 3 facing upward, gulping nervously.

 No.729075

>>729063
KP snickers at hearing Cloak's unfortunate gift.
>"Those are great, aren't they?"
"That is one of the classic ones. Haven't heard of one using magical ink though personally. She sounds like she really enjoys pranks."


>>729066
KP follows Spitshine and Sugar, quickly following the sweet smell of assorted candies one expects at small shops like this.
"Hello Prickly. I didn't know you worked here."
Pryce greets as they enter.
"Everything is going, great," He says with the slightest pause of thought, realizing that today really is going well, "We're taking a look around the town for some souvenirs."

>>729071
Pryce nods.
"We met her yesterday shortly after arriving. She's a pretty talented mage."

 No.729076

>>729043

"Hmm…" Amy thinks out loud. "Does anyone know how to call her on the conch? I could talk to her about it right now!"

 No.729078

>>729073
Flaming looks over to Box, really starting to get into character as she berates his character for getting stuck in the swamp so often. "Sheimy says, 'Watch your step from now on! If you fall in again, I might just leave you there'." She pauses. "Uh, but, she says that in a joking way, like not really."

As they reach the temple, Flaming tells the others, "Sheimy senses the magic that once protected this place is long since gone. She uses her own magic to detect if the occultists set up any magic wards of their own." Flaming grabs at the dice again, eagerly shaking it. "Hehehe, I REALLY like throwing this thing for some reason, the rush of not knowing what it's going to land on is really fun!"
[1d10]

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.729079

>>729075
"It comes with the job, so she says. Assassinating someone is just a really big prank on someone and all."

 No.729080

>>729072
"I would be all too glad to help," Chorazin says. You hear some muffled talking on the other end of the line. "And Mirror Image offers her help as well. Do you wish for us to come there now?"

>>729071
>>729075
Prickly nods. "Yeah, Mistress Fairy Castle makes me work here to pay her for the magic lessons. She may be my aunt, but she's an alpaca alright. We're a frugal people."

She gestures with a staff over her wares. "Here's what we've got."

>Assorted candies with spooky themes: 5 Bits per tin, or 1 small favor

-Candies shaped like jack-o-lanterns, haunted mansions, ghosts and witches
>Prank toys: 5 Bits each, or 1 small favor
-Simple toys that often can perform some small cantrip as a prank. Options include snakes-in-a-can, self-lighting candles, disappearing gold coins, cards that can change their suit and value, and other such small things.
>Manga: 5 Bits each, or 1 small favor
-Stories of female heroes solving world-threatening calamities with friendship and sweets. There are fights, but nobody's ever really hurt.
>Vilepetal Wrappings: 10 Bits per wrapping, or 1 small favor
-Black rags that apply the Poison quality to your weapon until combat is over. 1 wrapping has 1 use.
>Hermit's Pills: 50 Bits per case, or 1 moderate favor
-A medicine case containing 3 pills. Each counts as an automatic use of Heal.
>Universal Salve(vation): 100 Bits per jar, or 1 big favor
-A jar of medicinal salve that can cure any Physical status condition, but not Mental or Spiritual ones. Each jar has 5 uses.

>>729076
"I don't have her conch code, but if we have one of Buiwong's crew take us back to Fantasia, we can get it and talk to her," Blessings says. "Want me to get ahold of one of them?"

 No.729081

>>729080

"Yeah!" Amy says excitedly. "I haven't seen Easy in sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long anyway! It'll be nice to see her!"

 No.729082

>>729078
A chill creeps up and down your spine as you detect faint currents of evil magic. Their sorcerers took great care to conceal their trickery, but you are mightier than their evil. You can tell that, in the temple's entrance hall, they enchanted various stone panels on the ground. It looks like they stuck to the panels with a spiral pattern to help themselves remember which ones are safe and which aren't. The entrance hall is narrow, and sloped downward as the temple goes deeper into the earth. The panels are checkerboard in arrangement, and so the traps are arranged according to that pattern.

 No.729084

>>729080
"No no, not now. Enjoy yourselves -enjoy your time today. I will call again if the help is absolutely needed. Thank you Chorazin. I will see you later today."

Shei-Sher hangs up and goes to check up on Gadriel.

 No.729085

>>729080
Cloak tilts his head as he inspects the candies, looking up to Prickly. "Any of these sour? She's a fan making her face all puckered up, not that I agree with her tastes."

 No.729086

>>729081
Blessings nods, walking off to the grove where Buiwong's four minions are both training and keeping an eye on LJ and Flamin as their date unfolds. You see her sharing a few words with them. Eventually, Mocha nods, splitting off from the group. She comes over your way, and conjures a Dark Corridor.

>For the sake of time, going to just assume you hop in


The Corridor takes you to Fantasia's main thoroughfare. You see that, in the past few days, things have really improved. Construction on destroyed buildings has mostly finished, and there are many more Ecclesians milling about on guard duty. The outer walls are now higher and more fortified, and the streets are far cleaner than they were before. It seems that almost everyone has been put to work. Carts bearing Ecclesian banners are being pulled by Rumblers out through the city's main gates. Inside, you can see the mind-broken mortals who were dumped there by the Treibheanna.

Overseeing this evacuation effort, you see Easy Doesit standing atop the fountain in the center of the thoroughfare, periodically shouting at people through a paper cone to amplify her voice as she directs traffic and barks orders.

 No.729089

>>729085
"Ooh, if you want sour, try these," Prickly says. She passes you a small cloth pouch full of green, yellow and amber candies which are shaped like villainous-looking fruits. Many of them twist and curl, evoking that feeling of sourness, and are encrusted with sugar. "Careful though, these aren't for the faint of heart or lips."

>>729084
In the bedroom, you see Gadriel shaking the Sun Diskos as if it were a piece of malfunctioning magitech. "Uh… I don't know what I did wrong, but it's not showing me anything."

 No.729090

>>729079
"I guess that's one way of looking at it."

>>729080
"You can pay with favors?"
Pryce questions as Prickly showcases the wares.
>"We don't need bits?!"
KP says joyfully as he spent all his cash the day before on his pet supplies, quickly grabbing a bunch of candy tins before Pryce stops him with his telekinesis.
"Let's find out what that will entail before we take our whole day up in payments."

 No.729091

>>729089
Shei looks at Gadds quizically "Hm.. maybe not shake it." Shei sits down beside Gadriel "Ask it who you truly are. Try and focus on the question like you focused with the crystal ball."

 No.729093

>>729090
"Yep," Prickly Pear says. "It's a holdover from our days in Wacachan. Witches have little use for gold, except for the rare occasions when we must deal with the outside world, and with our magic, procuring gold can be done with little effort for us – err, but don't let the economists or the treasuries know that we're deflating their currency. Anyway, for our internal business matters, we barter in either direct exchanges of goods, or in favors and work. No two Witches have the same Craft, and so, we all have radically different magic styles, and different abilities. Thus, we 'sell' our labor to one another in exchange for goods, since the Witch we're buying from often has tasks she needs done that she can't do by herself, or that would be easier done with another Witch's Craft. Make sense?"

>>729091
"Th-that's just it!" Gadriel stammers. "I tried just about everything I could. Questions about myself. Questions about the future. Questions about you and the others. All I saw was a blinding light each time, but nothing ever came out of it. It was like I was just trying to look at the sun!"

 No.729094

>>729082
Flaming smiles, looking to Journey and Box out of character. "Okay, this should be simple: my magic picked out the pattern they were using for their traps. So, I have Sheimy…" Flaming shakes her head, "Right, right, I do that in character, ahem…."

"'Ha! Those occulstists think they're so clever, but I can see right through their little trap pattern. Voyage, Chester, follow me, we have to go in a certain path or we'll spring their trap.' And then, I have Sheimy go through the checkboard along that spiral. Do I get to roll for it?!" She asks excitedly.

 No.729095

>>729093
>>729089
Leather rubs his chin, "I'll take your word for it, I'm sure she'll enjoy them. Anyways, I probably wouldn't mind doing a small task if you need something done for them, though I can't say I'm too magical. Sturdy and patient, sure, and I can counter a spell if I put my mind to it."

 No.729096

>>729086

"Easy!" Amy shouts happily as she rushes toward her. "How are you, you fairy!?"

She tackles Easy and hugs her tight.

 No.729097

>>729094
>Regina shakes her head. "I would consider that to be a simple, trivial thing. It'd be easy enough to avoid…" But, she double-takes at your excitement, seeming to question her lenience. "…You know what? Yes, go ahead. You may know what panels are trapped, but the panels are small compared to your hooves, and they are many. You'll need to carefully navigate over them to avoid stepping on a trap."

>"Aw!" LJ says. "We almost got out of having to navigate around it!"

>"The danger's part of the fun!" Box says. "I'm sure it won't be a hard dice check."

[1d10] LJ
[1d10] Box

Roll #1 6 = 6 / Roll #2 7 = 7

 No.729098

>>729097
"What are you complaining about, Journey?! Now we get to throw the dice again!" She says, all too giddy to risk every thing to RNG as she tosses up the dice. "Hehehe, okay here it goes!"

[1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.729100

>>729098
>LJ sighs with relief when he sees that everyone passed. Box seems to be having a ball, just as you are. Regina smiles, but contains her excitement, clearing her throat as she goes back to her more severe QM voice.

Despite a few close scrapes of nearly stepping upon a trapped panel, you get past the entrance hall without bringing down any of the curses that the occultists left to stop you. Upon arriving at the end of the hall, you find yourselves in a round room, with three great passageways splitting off from it – one to the north, one to the west, and one to the east. In the center of the room is, or rather was, a statue of a great paladin. It has been destroyed, and radiates evil magic – a result of the occultists' blasphemous arrogance.

>"Chester turns to the others and suggests, 'Hey, if we split up, we should be able to cover all three corpse parts before the occultists can get them!'" Box says.


>Regina says nothing, but bites her finger with worry.


>LJ picks up on this. "Uh… Voyage is gonna shake his head. 'It's much too dangerous to split up. They got here before us, but we can probably stop them from taking at least one corpse part if we choose the right path."

 No.729102

>>729093
Shei frowns lightly, looking at the diskos crestfallen. "I think I know what it is. I've done my best to frabricate your soma without blemish. But the essence of an angel, a mortal, a demon. It comes up to you like static. Like too many paints on canvas."

Shei steps away to grab the moon diskos "So I am going to do something, and it could be dangerous, or it could be very insightful. The moon diskos and sun diskos, I will tied thread between them and you will use them both. If you are willing, of course. The choice is yours."

Shei draws a tether between the sun diskos and the moon diskos
>Black Threads; Spell; Ranged; Recharge 3(minus 1); Create a tether between two targets. What happens to one target (damage, status effects, intimidation, persuasion etc.) will also happen to the other. Killing one target does not kill the other.
[1d10]

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.729103

>>729093
"That makes sense. So, what would a small favor entail then?"
Pryce questions, while KP walks up to the counter with four tins of candies, each with a different pattern.
"…Make that four favors."
He corrects, looking down at his younger counterpart, who smiles at the relatively free candy.

 No.729104

>>729096
Easy wears an eyepatch made out of a large leather belt, covering her right eye. Her expression is grim and grizzled, bitter with what looks like many years of misfortune and tragedy.

"Hello, Amy," she says with a deep and grizzled voice. "It's been rough out here without you. Ecclesia has shown up en masse, now that I signed an official agreement of alliance between us and them. We've got a stable supply of food and water coming in over the new trade routes, and Ecclesia has finally taken in the Treibheanna's former hostages. We're managing to keep our independence for now, but I expect that they'll want to take that from me soon. Just like they take everyone's…"

Mocha blinks. "I get your sentiment, but aren't you hamming it up a little?"

Easy shushes her. "So how are you two? I hear good things about you, Savior."

>>729093
>>729095
>>729103
In addition to Leather's sour candy, Spitshine and Sugar line up to buy some manga volumes (Sugar's) and monster action figures that light up thanks to the magic tree wood that they're carved out of (Spitshine's). Prickly Pear tallies all your goods up, then consults a long list hanging on the wall. It looks like an endless list of chores assigned by Fairy Castle. "Hmm… Aha! Okay, scrub the floors, dust the shelves, organize the goods and wipe down the windows."
"That doesn't sound very magical," Sugar says.
"You know what is magical?" Prickly Pear asks. "Having a moment off! I get that she's my mentor, but she's working me to the bone! I don't get what running a shop is supposed to teach me about metamagic…"
River laughs. "I'm sure she has a purpose for it. Now, hand over the cleaning supplies, and let's get started."
Prickly Pear reaches under the counter, fishing out rags, a bucket and mop, and some bandannas to tie back your manes. "Here you go!"

>>729102
Gadriel hyperventilates softly, and sits down on the bed before the two Diskos. After you connect them with a thread, he tries to slow his breathing down. After a few moments, he slowly reaches out, shuts his eyes, then touches both Diskos at once. He shudders as he touches them, but maintains his grip, keeping his eyes closed all the while. He is silent, and the only sound is of his breathing and his periodic small shivers.

 No.729106

>>729100
Flaming looks down at the table, thinking. "Hmmm… Sheimy says 'I agree with Great Voyage, splitting up is just what the bad guys would want when we're on their turf! Even if they don't know we're here yet, that can change at any time. Besides, we only need ONE part of the corpse right? If they don't have all three, their plan doesn't work, so let's just pick one and grab a part of the vampire!'"

Flaming points west, "Sheimy immediately heads off into the western tunnel, expecting the others to follow her lead!" She grabs the dice and rolls it again, having become infatuated with the constant tension of chance.
[1d10]

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.729108

>>729104

"I don't feel like a savior…" Amy frowns. "Not yet, anyway."

"Which is kinda why I'm here. Can I have your city?" Amy asks sincerely without any additional information.

[1d10] diplomacy with compassion

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.729109

>>729104
Shei-Sher takes out Pupil, holding it to see the diskos so he can observe the process with the diskos better.
[1d10] appraise

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.729110

[1d10]

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.729111

>>729106
>Regina tilts her head. "Wh-what are you rolling for exactly?"
>"I think she just wanted to toss the dice!" LJ laughs. "It is fun though, can't blame her."

 No.729112

>>729104
Leather nods, "Happily done, honest work for honest.. candy."

Leather Cloak gets to scrubbing the floors, given it's probably the most physically demanding.

[1d10]

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.729113

>>729111
Flaming blushes, "Oh…. I uh… j-just thought it might help you know? Hehe… like, how well Sheimy runs down the tunnel?"

She shrinks back in her chair. "Ilikethedicethrowing."

 No.729114

>>729108
"Sure," Easy says without any hesitation. She also seems to have dropped that grizzled, deep voice, and has now gone back to her usual sweet alto tone.
"So easily?" Mocha asks, baffled.
Easy reaches upward and removes her makeshift eyepatch. You see that her eye wasn't hurt or anything. It seems to have been more of an accessory than anything else. "Well, she can have it once she's strong enough to rule from it. I don't want to be a queen or anything of the sort. But, Amy won't be able to govern from Tartarus, so I'll have to watch over it with my council before I can turn over the keys to her."

 No.729115

>>729104
"Even when you're a mage, you'll still need to keep your study clean and controlled."
Pryce says for an answer as then takes the mop, while KP grabs one of the rags.
>"Can we use magic for this, or is there some 'no magic rule' here?"
He asks as they start their favors.
>Mopping [Pryce] [1d10]
>Windows [KP] [1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5 / Roll #2 10 = 10

 No.729116

>>729110
Almost immediately, as you spy into Gadriel's visions, you can tell what the problem is. Unlike the visions you had with the Moon and Sun Diskos, which were clear and simple despite being deeply symbolic, Gadriel is being bombarded with countless different visions of countless different possible futures, played out by countless different selves. Some are armored like knights, others cloaked like rogues. Some connive and conspire with demons and umbrals for personal glory, while others charge into battle with shield raised to defend the helpless. Some perish, some slay. A great many fail, vanishing into eternal darkness. Only a few succeed, returning to the light with victory in hand.

Eventually, it ends as Gadriel leans back, releasing both Diskos. His claws faintly glow; the one that held the Sun is radiant and gold, while the one that held the Moon is dark and misty.

"So… well… I guess that answered that…" Gadriel murmurs to himself. "Hey, tell me. What did you see in your visions when you touched them?"

 No.729117

>>729114

"So, you know that the plan is to make me queen?" Amy asks, equally surprised about that as her willingness to hand over the city.

 No.729118

>>729113
>Regina smiles. "Maybe one day you can be the one behind the screen. You'll enjoy that, I think. Now, where was I?"
>"Voyage follows Sheimy as she charges into battle!" LJ declares.
>"And Chester's following!" Box says.
>"Ah, right."

Leading the charge, Sheimy rushes down the western tunnel, with the courageous Voyage and the clever Chester hot on her heels. The tunnel is dark, as the occultists have extinguished the fires that once burned eternal in the sconces along the walls. But, just as you reach for your own torches to light the path…

>You hear Regina tossing about a score of dice behind her screen.


Sheimy feels the hum of magic at her hoof! It is too late to change course; and before she can react, she sees a deep red rune glow below her. She stops running, but not of her own volition. Grabbed by an unseen force, she starts levitating upward toward the ceiling, helpless in something's grasp.

LJ grabs his die frantically. "Perception to see what's up there!"

[1d10] LJ
[1d10] Box

Roll #1 8 = 8 / Roll #2 5 = 5

 No.729119

>>729116
"Mine was a singular vision. Infact it was less like a vision, and more as though I was transported somewhere. It was beautiful, I saw the kingdom I had wished to build for the goats. In all it's shining glory, cradled in a valley where children played. It was as though I never knew the word prosperity until I saw it. And then I saw him, my older self. Aged, wise, tall. He fixed a gaze at me. And it was all it took to keep me from running head long into the valley with glee. I told him That I understood. That I'm not a goat, and verily I never was. What he showed me, the prosperity and belonging. The truest since of pride and family. I acknowledged that it was neither something owed to me or by superstition tied to my fate. And infact I already have all those things, I've just been being silly for a long time now. I told him there was nothing more I want than to be what I'm being right now and enjoy the experiences of this world that come along with that. That. That was my destiny the same as anyone else."

Shei-Sher stands up and puts a hoof on Gadriel's shoulder "Your vision was a bit muddy wasn't it. But it's just proof that your past is not your defining feature. You are the beginning of a new soul. Your true self are the things that you do."

 No.729120

>>729115
>>729112
If only Cloak could see Leather now as he gets down, rump raised, and scrubs the floor. She would probably get a kick out of it in more than one way.

Pryce and KP set to work as well, as do Sugar and Spitshine, and River and Zjetya. The shop is a bit cramped for all of you to be working at the same time. Zjetya and River take advantage of this by hip-checking Pryce whenever they pass by to throw off his work. Despite all the chaos, you do quite a good job. Prickly Pear does request that you leave the cobwebs alone – she thinks it adds a more authentic witchy feel to the place.

By the time that you're done, the place is practically spotless. Prickly Pear's eyes are glowing. "Sheesh. Could've saved something for me to do! Th-that was a joke, I am glad that you didn't. Take these, you've more than earned them."

She pushes your goods to you. "If you need anything else, you know where to find me."

>>729117
Easy shakes her head. "Nope, but rumors have been flying around lately. Appropriate, considering how Fantasia even came about. The Ecclesians have been spreading talk about Mudi's plan. They know what she aims, but teh question that everyone's discussing is who's actually going to succeed at it. In fact, it's a very popular subject of debate. What will happen if Mudi dies on the way? Who shall take her place? I hear that among the Ecclesians, Gegenschein and Doctor Galton are the favorites… though I don't know if they themselves would want to take it. As for you, well, the Fantasians speak more about you taking the crown than any of the Choristers."

 No.729122

>>729119
Gadriel nods slowly. He looks far different than he did a while ago. A great weight seems to have pressed down upon his heart. "It was like looking into a kaleidoscope. So many different, overlapping visions of what could be. But the reason I saw that at all, instead of a single, clear vision like you, was because I'm… not really anybody yet. I was just brought back to life in a new form. I have nothing except my memories of the old lives. But if I continue to remain like this, in this undifferentiated state, doing nothing but following you around and making my snide remarks, then not even these relics could show me what awaits me. That's probably why I saw nothing the first time I touched the Sun Diskos. It showed me nothing, because no good fate awaits those who don't make anything of themselves."

He lays back on the bed, closing his eyes in thought. "…well, now what?"

 No.729123

>>729118
"I think that'd be pretty fun but, I don't know. I'm not that good at telling stories, I can't really come up with any good ones off the top of my head."

Flaming listens as she's pulled upwards in the dungeon, her eyes opening wide, "Oh great, that's what I get for copying Amy 'too' hard… okay uh, Sheimy says 'Watch out Voyage, Chester, there's some sort of evil magic pulling me up!'"

"And, while the others are looking up, I try to use my fire spell to recoil my self back down by firing it up!" She picks up the dice, and throws it again, "Don't fail me now!"
[1d10] Rolling fire blast

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.729124

>>729120

Amy makes a dissatisfied grumble. "It feels weird," she says, scratching the back of her own neck. "This wasn't even my plan. But, everyone just started talking about it like it was the best idea. I don't know… me ruling? The more people like the idea, the more nervous I get."

"But, there's a lot of things I want to be better. And, I can't get people to listen to me like this. And, before anyone can listen, everyone needs to stop fighting. So, when I think about that, I like the plan," Amy nods.

"I'll needs lots of help, though. So, if you stayed by my side, that'd be awesome! Assistant to the Queen of Demons sounds pretty nice, huh?" Amy asks, giving Easy a nudge with her elbow.

 No.729125

>>729122
"What do you desire most?" Shei shrugs

 No.729126

>>729120
"As I said, honest work is fine by me. Maybe it's something I'll have to get used to, if everything goes well in the coming month."

Cloak offers a short bow again, "Thank you for the treats."

 No.729127

>>729125
"Chocolate," Gadriel says. He reaches into his pouch, pulling forth a small velvet bag of chocolate droplets. "I had the good fortune to run into a Chocolate Witch on my way to breakfast this morning… so that's covered."

 No.729129

>>729120
Pryce is certainly taken off guard by the hip-checks, distracting a bit from his mopping, though luckily there's plenty of hooves working that take care of the missed spots.

KP quickly grabs his candy tins, but Pryce lifts three away in his magic.
>"Hey!"
"Don't shovel them all down right away. You'll get sick."
>"Come on, that can't happen again."
"I'd rather not take that chance."

He nods to Prickly with a smile.
"I do want to learn a little more on that Unweaving, but I think that can wait for later. Have a good day now."
He says in farewell as they exit.
"I think we should leave the antique store for last, since I think we'll end up picking up a lot. Which place would you like to check next?"

 No.729131

>>729123
Your blast passes through open air, until it eventually burns out against the ceiling. But, in the brief moment that it illuminates things around you, the fire causes a shadow to be cast on the wall without an apparent cause. In the brief glimpse that you get, it looks like a terrible hybrid of chameleon and mosquito, many times your size. Long wings sprout off from its back, and from its long, tube-like face extends a wicked, spiked tongue. It's grabbed Sheimy in one long hand, gripping her tightly!

>The background music intensifies, adding instruments and a blood-pumping beat.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eTVSeKPI1uo

>"Great Voyage commands the monster to drop Sheimy!" LJ declares.

[1d10] Word of Power

>"And Chester will take out his lumpet, blasting a loud sound to add weight to Voyage's declaration!"

[1d10+1] Inspire

After the fire fades, the Invisquito vanishes back into the shadows, and squeezes Sheimy in its grasp!

[1d10+1]

Roll #1 5 = 5 / Roll #2 8 + 1 = 9 / Roll #3 8 + 1 = 9

 No.729132

>>729131
"Oh, what?!" Flaming exclaims, clearly over-excited. "An invisible monster?! That's cool! Okay, let's kick its butt… uh, I mean, while Sheimy wriggles around in its grasp, she shouts out, 'Hey! If you wanted a hug, all you had to do was ask!'" she snickers, turning around to look at Journey. "Hey, 'Voyage', you better save me, okay? Sheimy will be upset if you don't."

Flaming picks up the dice, "Sheimy summons a bunch of fireballs!"
[1d10+2] Homing Attack

Roll #1 9 + 2 = 11

 No.729133

>>729127
Shei-Sher is now craving chocolate "Well that solves that" He brandishes his hooves together at a job well done "Identity won't come to you over night and I wanted to spend some time with you while I finished up the last of my works. So would you mind following me around just a little longer and we'll figure it out on the way?"

 No.729135

>>729126
"I imagine you had to work quite a bit to get enough money for all the exotic foods your wife got cravings for!" River jokes.
"Hey, if you get in good with Amy's new government, you could probably get her to cut a big salary just by being the Chancellor of Compliments or something like that," Zjetya adds.

>>729129
>>729126
Prickly Pear bids you a safe journey once you're all done, thanking you again for your work and your purchases.
Spitshine and Sugar share one of their candy tins, providing a model of conservative consumption that KP would probably benefit from.
As Pryce asks for a suggestion on where to go next, Hopper spritzes Lockjaw from behind with a spray of water from his staff. Lockjaw whips around, looking for the source of the unseen attack. Each time he turns about, Hopper sprays him again. Lockjaw doesn't seem angered by this, more like a dog that can't find the ball that his owner is pretending to throw across the room, only to hide behind his back.

>>729133
Gadriel tosses you a chocolate with a laugh. "Eheheh. Yeah, that's what I originally meant when I asked 'what now,' but you misunderstood me. Anyway, you wanted to go see your mom, right? What's your plan to get into Commontown now? I'll be glad to help with that."

>>729124
"The best leaders are usually the ones most reluctant to take power," Easy says. "So, I'm going to say 'Absolutely not,' to any offers of power and authority until you grab me and force me into that position."

Mocha blushes.

Easy laughs. "Well that's not where I was going with that, but that's also an option. Heh…. what were we talking about? Oh, right. Mudi. Well, on a more serious note, who would you have take the throne, if not yourself or her?"

 No.729136

>>729129
>>729126
Deciding to head over to Halaq's Haircuts next, you trek through the winding streets until you find a particularly tall group of buildings near the center of the shopping district. You take an elevator from the ground level all the way up, and then when you reach the top level that the elevator can reach, you have to take a set of stairs to get to the very top of the cluster of buildings.

The hair salon resembles a quaint, kitschy birdhouse, with perches outside where many griffon ladies sit and talk. Inside, there are many chairs around the walls, as well as basins for washing and shampooing hair. In the center of the room is a pool, a birdbath one might say. Sugar frowns and covers Spitshine's eyes so he can't watch the bird ladies bathing.

The salon is populated by both griffons and another species that Pryce has not seen before, but Leather has – the Vola. They seem greatly similar to griffons, but stand upright, and have bird legs rather than cat paws. They seem to range from three to six feet in height.

As you enter, a Witch that Pryce vaguely recognizes – a dark griffoness – turns his way.

"You. You need haircut," she declares, pointing your way.

"Err, who exactly do you mean?" River asks.

"All of you," Halaq says. "Come and sit. I cut."

 No.729137

>>729132
The Invisquito tries to squeeze the life out of Sheimy, but LJ's command and Chester's bold trumpet–

>"Lumpet!" Box corrects.


…and Chester's bold lumpet blast cause it to drop Sheimy to the ground. Sheimy loses 4 Hits, but can still fight. She charges up six fireballs to her cause, ready to fire at the beast, if only she can find where it is…

>"Hmm… how should we get it to reveal itself…?" LJ asks.

>"I've got it!" Box says. "Chester will use Recursion to copy Sheimy's fire blast from before!"
[1d10] Recursion
>"Then Great Voyage will charge up his attack power for when we find it!"
>Empower Weapon on self
>Meanwhile, Regina puts on an affected evil laugh, rolling behind her screen.

[1d10+1]

Roll #1 8 = 8 / Roll #2 7 + 1 = 8

 No.729138

>>729135

Amy shrugs as an answer. "I'm not saying I have a better idea. I'm not even saying I've tried to think of one. I just… never thought of myself as a leader."

 No.729139

>>729135
KP pops a few candies in his mouth, enjoying the sweet treats. He chuckles a bit as Lockjaw spins around at the water sprays.
Pryce looks down at Hopper with a smile.
"Play nice now."
He says, not in a scolding way but to suggest it before it devolves in the future.

>>729136
Pryce remembers the suggestion River gave the other day, and leads to the barber shop. He looks up at the tall group of buildings, looking almost like a castle. The shop itself when they reach it looks even more curious in it's birdhouse design, almost making him question if they went to the right place.
They enter, Pryce not noticing the bird bath setup, and KP amazed at the bird house design, almost feeling like they're hanging from a tree once inside.
As Halaw calls them all out and points, Pryce pauses.
"Oh, that was quick. But we just walked in, don't we need to say what we want first?"
He questions.

 No.729140

>>729135
"Well my first plan was to impress them by conjuring palatable produce. Which is more impressive than it sounds. If that does not work then we will go to Halaq's Haircuts to help disguise ourselves. And if that does not help Chorazin and Mirror agree helping us convince the guards. Ecclessians worshipped Chorazin last she visited their camp. Just the sight of angels causes them to postrate."

Shei-Sher picks up the diskos from the floor and cuts the tether between them. "But first let's deliver these to Flaming."

Shei-Sher opens a dark corridor leading to Regina's observatory
[1d10]

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.729141

>>729140
also shei-sher takes a bite out of the chocolate

 No.729142

>>729138
Easy seems slightly disappointed that you didn't comment on her totally-not-intentional sexual innuendo. "Well, you've proven to me that when hardships come, our true worth and potential are revealed. I ran from Orcus, but you faced him head-on. In the same way that that situation proved my weakness and your strength, so too will the Expedition reveal who's fit to lead, and who isn't. So, don't think about it too much. Do what is right, and the rest will follow."

 No.729143

>>729137
As Sheimy is released to the ground IC, Flaming rubs her chin, "Hmmmm, okay, so we just need to find it first…. OH! Okay I got it. While Chester and Voyage power up, I use my magic sack to pull out a bucket of paint to pour over the room so we can reveal where it is!" Flaming says, grabbing at the dice for another role, "Sheimy says, 'this room could use a little color'!" and she throws her dice
[1d10] Magic Hat: Paint

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.729144

>>729135
"I mean before she was immobilized more or less, she nicked them herselves. Got this purse a while back that helped her with stealing, something something dickass thief."

>>729136
Cloak rubs his scruffy beard, considering the offer. "I've been thinking about it, know the missus was thinking it made me look rugged though."

 No.729145

>>729142

Amy nods. "I can do that," she says with a smile.

"And by the way," she adds, noting her disappointed expression. "I save the flirting for the guys. Making sex jokes with just girls around is no fun," she says with a smirk.

 No.729146

>>729139
This time around, Hopper waits until Lockjaw faces him before casting another spritz. Lockjaw eagerly catches and drinks it, finding it quite enjoyable.

>>729144
>>729139
Halaq takes you both by the shoulder with a firm, authoritative grip, almost like a guard escorting a prisoner. She sits you both down in chairs in front of mirrors, while her attendants come around and tie white cloths over you. "Yes, yes, tell me what you want. Make quick judgment. Stallionfolk must be quick and decisive. Not chatty and him and haw like marefolk.
"Just a little off the top," River says.
"Instead of a cut, just give me a scalp massage. Use your nails, don't hold back either," Zjetya says.
"Yeah, I'd like it cut pretty short," Spitshine says.
"Just brush my fur," Sugar says.

Hopper crawls down from Pryce's shoulder, then hops down to the poolside, where the other pets go as well to avoid getting covered with stray hairs.

>>729145
Easy clicks her tongue. "You're no fun. It's only when the guys aren't around that we can really get spicy. Well, if there's no more flirting to be done, I have a job to do. Oh, by the way…"

She exchanges conch code info with you and Mocha.

Mocha finishes jotting it down, and then turns your way. "Anywhere else I can take you?"

 No.729147

>>729140
"Something tells me the third option would be a better second option than the actual second option…" Gadriel grumbles.

You then arrive back in the garden where Regina, Flaming, Box and LJ are in the middle of intense W&W rolls.

 No.729148

>>729146

Amy laughs. "I think we have very different… tastes, Easy."

Amy turns to Mocha once Easy is gone. She screws her face up in thought. "Wanna get a drink?" she asks after a moment.

 No.729150

>>729148
"Mmm, nah, granddad doesn't like me drinking too much," Mocha says. "Besides, I have training to get to. I've been eating a lot lately and my posture as a drider makes it obvious when I don't work out."

 No.729151

>>729146
Cloak snorts, grinning, "I believe the opposite, patience and forethought are the traits of the most successful. I will spectate until I have decided."

 No.729152

>>729143
Sheimy spills paint all across the floor and walls of the hallway, coating everything in a shade of blue. From the bell of the lumpet, Chester blasts out a peal of fire, which strikes true! A moment after the blast hits the Invisquito, it comes into view, if only for a brief moment. You see a pale monster with grotesque, blotchy skin all covered with scales, and deep red eyes. Its wicked, spiked tongue thrashes about angrily from being struck, but it loses its grip upon the wall, and is forced to land. On the way down, it swipes at Great Voyage, striking him with its spiked tongue for 3 Hits.

It lands in the paint, getting thoroughly messy from the spill. Even if it fades from view now, it shall be child's play to find it again.

>"Great Voyage goes in for the attack!" LJ says.

[1d10+3] Basic Attack

>"Chester steps back a bit to provide support with Lumpet!"

[1d10+1] Inspire

The Invisquito whips at Great Voyage once more to stop his assault!

[1d10+1]

Roll #1 10 + 3 = 13 / Roll #2 1 + 1 = 2 / Roll #3 4 + 1 = 5

 No.729153

>>729151
Halaq mad-dogs you, determined to get to cutting ASAP.

>roll to resist

 No.729154

>>729153
yknow patience and shit [1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.729155

>>729154
Halaq eventually blinks, then frowns. "Have your way. Sit there while others get the cut they need. You will see error of ways soon."
Spitshine whistles. "Nice. Where'd you learn to do that?"

 No.729156

>>729147
"Yes, but the second option sounds fun. -Alright, alright, we will try the angel plan second."

>>729152
>>729143
"You all seem to be having a jolly gay time." Shei approaches the table they're playing on. "We came by to leave these." Shei places the disko's on the table by Flaming. "They're the diskos we acquired, you and Pryce still haven't inquired upon them yet Flaming."

 No.729158

>>729155
"The title Embodiment of Patience is not for show, I prefer to wait things out." Cloak winks to Spitshine.

 No.729160

>>729152
Flaming smiles, "Yes, nailed it! Okay, now that we can see it, Sheimy goes all out: all her magical fire balls she summoned, AND a Storm Bolt, are coming its way in a hailstorm of fire and death! Muahahahahah!" She says, grabbing at 7 d10 dice to throw at once with eager glee. "Let fire rain down on the monster and smite all who oppose Princess Sheimy Thrice!"

[1d10]
[1d10]
[1d10]
[1d10]
[1d10]
[1d10] (Homing Attacks)
[1d10] Storm Bolt (crit range 3 for 3x attack)

>>729156
As Shei rolls up, Flaming looks over at Shei, "Oh! Hey Shei, what are you up to?" She looks down at the diskos, "Oh! I remember one of those from the Temple. Sorry, things got so busy after we left Wineberry I forgot. If I remember correctly, they can answer almost any question about the future if you have both parts, right?"

Roll #1 1 = 1 / Roll #2 3 = 3 / Roll #3 7 = 7 / Roll #4 7 = 7 / Roll #5 6 = 6 / Roll #6 4 = 4 /

 No.729162

[1d10] Last one for Storm Bolt

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.729163

>>729150

"O-oh…" Amy stammers awkwardly. "How old are you?"

"Well, either way, let's go back. I should probably find something important to do anyway."

 No.729164

>>729163
"Just turned twenty-two last month," Mocha says. She then conjures a Dark Corridor back to the garden, where you see that Shei has joined Flaming and the others.

 No.729165

>>729146
Pryce is surprised at how direct Halaq is in directing them to their seats.
"Uh, just a little trim, I guess?"
He looks to River and Zjetya.
"What do you two think?"

KP hops up in his chair.
"I could use a tidy-up. Or maybe a cool style for being on stage!"

 No.729166

>>729164
>>729156

"Shei! You're back!" Amy shouts happily as if it's been years since she's seen him. She grabs him for a hug as her tail wags vigorously.

 No.729167

>>729160
>>729156
>Regina looks a little annoyed when Shei interrupts to put something on the table. There's where the dice go, for goodness' sake. But she says nothing, preferring instead to just give him a look. She then gets back to her narration.

Great Voyage meets the Invisquito head-on, knocking it back down the hall. As it is thrown off-balance, it ends up whipping Sheimy instead, knocking her back into Chester, who throws out a very loud blast into your ears, breaking your focus. But as Sheimy goes down, she fires off a storm of magic bolts upon the Invisquito. A few miss, but most hit their mark, burning the monster's hide thoroughly. It switches tactics, trying to turn invisible again, but you can still see its footprints, thanks to the paint. It climbs up the wall, out of reach.

>Sheimy 0/4


>"Great Voyage will heal up Sheimy's wounds!" LJ says.

[1d10+1] Heal

>"So that's what it's like to roll a 1…" Box laments. "Uh, Chester… hmmm…. Ah! Chester will make a sound like a much bigger monster to try to scare it off!"

[1d10] Mimic Sound

>Regina rolls behind her screen.

[1d10]

Roll #1 8 + 1 = 9 / Roll #2 8 = 8 / Roll #3 10 = 10

 No.729168

>>729158
Spitshine nods. "Me, not so much. Not sure what I could be the Embodiment of… Greed, maybe. Wandering?"

>>729165
>>729158
"It's looking a little long," River says as they get to work on hers and the others'. "Go for something a little shorter, but tell them to keep your current style. Try to strike a balance between wandering bard and brave paladin."

Halaq and her assistants descend upon your group, minus Leather of course. They wash and shampoo your manes, massaging your scalps with claws, combs and brushes, which eases away stress you didn't even know you were carrying there. Then they dry with a towel, and start to trim with fine, sharp scissors and razors, taking care not to nick anyone in the process.

 No.729170

>>729167
Flaming lets out a hoof-pump as Sheimy's flames scorch the creature, but looks dismayed as she sees that she also rolled enough lowly to knock her out. "Awwww…. I guess that's the trade off to rolling too many at once. Still, that hurt it more than it hurt me so it's not a bad trade. Oh, uh… 'AAAAAAAAAAH! It got me! Keep me covered!'" Flaming shouts as she gets into character, finding a singular die to try rolling to get up.

"Okay and, I roll this one time to try and get up from 'fallen', right?"
[1d10] She gives it a little roll

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.729171

>>729168
"What she said. My current look but shorter."
Pryce says with River's opinion.

Pryce sits back as they go through the process, finding it much more reliving than he thought it would. It has been a long time since he's seen a barber, even without counting his recent travels.
KP meanwhile isn't as relaxed, though it comes more from his childish nature to not want to sit still for too long. He doesn't dislike it though.

 No.729173

>>729168
Cloak crosses his hooves, spectating the whole affair with mild amusement. "Hmn, wandering's a nice one."

 No.729174

>>729173
"Yeah, well, it runs in the family, if the stories are to be believed," Spitshine says grimly. "Dad left home when he was my age, came back at eighteen, killed my grandpa and took over the family slave trade. Kind of the same thing grandpa did when he was my age too."

>>729171
The griffonesses and Volas under Halaq's command seem to be quite experienced with this issue, as they manage to finish cutting KP's hair despite all the trouble he gives them. Soon, they are finished with everyone's haircuts. They have done an excellent job on all who wanted a cut. Their coiffures are lined up well, looking fresh and neat, and feeling very vivified as a result.

 No.729175

>>729170
Sheimy is back on her hooves before long, and Voyage's magic restores her flesh, leaving no trace of the old injury. As Chester attempts to scare off the Invisquito, you see its footprints linger on the wall. It seems to hesitate, deciding whether or not to flee, but in the end, it remains steadfast.

>"We've almost got it!" LJ cheers. "If we can just roll good right here…"

[1d10+2] Basic attack

>Box now looks really nervous about rolling dice. "Chester sounds out the horns of battle!"

[1d10+1]

The Invisquito, badly wounded, tries to go in for one last blow against Great Voyage.
[1d10+1]

>paused


Roll #1 6 + 2 = 8 / Roll #2 2 + 1 = 3 / Roll #3 8 + 1 = 9

 No.729464

>>729174
Leather nods silently, thinking for a moment. "As I am sure it is of no help, I will eschew any platitudes that have been repeated before. The same word can hold multiple meanings."

 No.729465

>>729174
KP gives his head a little shake after his cut is done.
>"Thanks! This feels great!"
"It does," Pryce follows, "What do we owe you?"

 No.729466

>>729464
Spitshine tilts his head. "…Thaaaaanks?"

Whatever it is you said, it seems to be beyond his level of vocabulary.

"I think he's being supportive in his own way, right?" Sugar offers as an explanation.

You see Halaq's assistants start to sweep up the fallen hair. Zjetya raises her hoof. "Hey, if I can ask, what exactly's gonna–"

"Not to worry," Halaq says, shaking her head. "I know already what you want to know. We do not use hair in magic unless asked specifically by customer. Too dangerous to leave sympathetic connection lying around Witches, I know. We toss into incinerator. You need to see?"

Zjetya shrugs. "I think I can take your word for it."

>>729465
>>729464
"Ordinarily, no payment first time," Halaq says. "Too many people need haircut, not realizing it until I do it. Before that, they take bad care of hair. After, they take good care. Is usually enough. But so rare to have stallions in my shop. Thus, you must pay. Do a – what do they call it in other parts of world? Barbershop quartet. Sing for us."

River and Zjetya nod approvingly.
"You heard her, colts," River says.
"Can the pets join?" Zjetya asks.
"Only if males," Halaq says.

 No.729467

>>729466
Leather snorts, realizing his mistake. "Ah, I meant you've probably heard people the same boring things before so I'll avoid doing that."

>>729466
>>729465

Leather grins at the mention of singing, looking to Pryce with and winking, "I'm a tenor, though I've been told I have excellent range. If you're short on payment, I mean."

 No.729468

>>729466
"Have you seen ponies use hair for magic before?"
Pryce questions Zjetya as she speaks up about what will happen with their hair.


>>729466
>>729467
When Halaq says they'll have to sing for payment, Pryce is a bit taken off guard. Not so much for having to perform, but out of such a specific request. He looks over to Leather as he offers to join in, then to Spitshine and KP.
"We are one short for a quartet, so that would help. How are you two feeling?"
>"I think I remember enough from before to carry a tune."
KP chimes in.

 No.729469

>>729468
"Well while I'm no member of the Choir, I know a few hymns." Cloak chuckles, looking back to Halaq.
>>729466
"You may trim my mane, so my performance is officially part of the payment. Just the mane though, if you would be so kind."

 No.729470

>>729469
"I've only taken up singing recently, so that's practically a songbook ahead of me."

 No.729471

>>729468
"Not hair per say, but it's normally dangerous to let your enemy have a piece of your body," Zjetya says. "It's called a sympathetic connection. Folktales hold that if an evildoer has a piece of your body, or an object that's very important to you, or a piece of clothing you've had for a long time, they can curse you from afar. Most ponies don't have to worry about that, but hair and feathers alike can be used for it."

>>729468
>>729467
Halaq's employees titter and giggle as you agree to the request. They usher you out of the chairs and gesture for you to stand in the middle of the room, by the pool that fills the center. Spitshine is noticeably more nervous than either of you.
"What's your range?" River asks, looking at Spitshine.
"…Soprano," Spitshine says, a little embarrassed.
"The fact that you know it at all tells me you've had some experience with singing," Sugar says.
"None, none whatsoever," Spitshine adamantly lies.
Hopper jumps over to KP's side, clearly looking like he'd like to try it as well.

"Whenever you are ready," Halaq says, leaning back in her chair in the center. By her look and cross-legged posture, she looks like ehs'll be a hard critic to impress.

>>729469
The hair-witches pledge to trim it to your specifications, just after the performance.

 No.729472

>>729470
>>729470
"Are you familiar with some of the Ecclysian gospel hymns perhaps? They're quite common in the camps, so I'm sure you've might heard some."

Cloak asks those who've agreed to perform, assumedly the most confident of the others.

 No.729473

>>729472
Zjetya smirks. "I'm somewhat of an expert, if you need any suggestions. Singing's kind of the only thing I can do."

 No.729474

>>729471
"Really now?"
Pryce says with interest.
"Even clothing or objects… I guess we should watch our possessions if we're gong ot be dealing with demons in the coming days."


>>729471
>"Oh wow, not many colts have that range. You'll stand out great Spits!"
KP says as Spitshine mentions his range, and probably not helping.
Seeing him nervous, Pryce gives Spitshine a pat on the back.
"Focus only on one thing, or somepony, in the crowd. My parents always said that whenever we were getting a bit of stage fright."
When Hopper jumps over, KP picks him up and places him on his head.
>"And that'll make us a quintet. We're all set."

>>729472
"Can't say I am. I'm more familiar with the Accorsian ones, though if Ecclesian adopted them I should be fine."

 No.729475

>>729474
"Oh easily, many of the Accorsian hymns from before the Firmament's breaking still survive today, though many sing them in a minor key to make them more somber in remembrance of what was lost. I'm still one to keep them the way they were, though- no use moping about."
>>729473
Leather grins. "Do you happen to have a pitch pipe, or perhaps are pitch perfect then? We should make sure to harmonize before we begin."

 No.729476

>>729475
>>729474
River shakes her head. "I may not have a pitch pipe, but I have this," she says, producing a small harmonica from her robe's inner pocket.
"Perfect," Zjetya says. "Group up everyone."
Spitshine grumbles from KP's encouragement, but Pryce's more concrete advice seems to take his mind off his very high range. "…Okay, let's do this."
"Concert C," Zjetya instructs.
River plays the note on the harmonica and holds it, and Zjetya cues you all to harmonize in your respective ranges.

 No.729477

>>729476
Cloak clears his throat, "Should I take bass then? As I said I'm tenor, but I'm unaware if anyone else has the range."

 No.729478

>>729475
"One day they'll be sung in the old glory again."

>>729476
>>729477
"I'm around baritone, so I could take bass if you prefer."
Pryce offers.
>"I'm not sure what Hopper is, but I think he'll fit in fine. Right Hopper?"

 No.729479

>>729477
>>729476

Leather nods, sticking to his normal range. He let's out a steady "Ahhhhh."

 No.729480

>>729476
>>729479
In agreement, Pryce, followed by KP, join in with harmonization.
"Ahhh."
>"Ahhh."

 No.729481

>>729480
>>729479
>>729478
"Ahhhhh," Spitshine intones. It comes as a surprise, since you've never heard him sing before, but he is actually quite competent at harmonizing and holding the note.
When he's cued, Hopper makes a nice alto Eeeeeee, the kind of noise that a frog might make when threatened. Only now, instead of sounding like a harsh warning to predators, it sounds like a somewhat-amateurish, but good note.
Zjetya takes a few moments to tweak you all, indicating that you should lower or raise your pitch with subtle movements of her wing-tips, until you are all in harmony.

"Okay, I think we should be good to go," Zjetya says. "Ready, everyone? Let's go with…"

>Insert song choice here

 No.729482

>>729481
>When The Saints Go Marching In

 No.729483


 No.729484

>>729482
>>729483

"How about 'Saints go Marching in'?" River asks.
"That'd be pretty fitting given the season," Zjetya says. "Everyone know it?"
"Yeah, that's a classic," Spitshine says.
"Perfect," Zjetya says. "Ready? One, two, one two, three–!"

Zjetya accentuates the downbeat with a dramatic breath.

>Roll for performance


[1d10+1] Spitshine
[1d10+2] Hopper]

Roll #1 1 + 1 = 2 / Roll #2 9 + 2 = 11

 No.729485

>>729484
"That sounds like a good choice."
>"Yea, that's a fun one."

Pryce waits for their cue as Zjetya counts down, with KP going slightly early as he's ready to sing just for the fun of it.
>Pryce [1d10]
>KP [1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5 / Roll #2 3 = 3

 No.729486

>>729484
Leather knows the strength of a chorus is not to over stress one's own voice, but rather support the others. He commits to helping those with weaker voices shine better.
[1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.729487

>>729486
>>729485
Whatever the cause, Spitshine's voice cracks the second the song begins, throwing off Pryce and KP since they're closest to him. Cloak and Hopper end up carrying them through the first third of the song. Zjetya and River offer silent condolences to Spitshine to try to get him to calm down.
Spitshine, meanwhile, has turned bright red. Beads of sweat dot his forehead and run down his now-trimmed sideburns.
The Witches in attendance clearly pick up on all of this, but they are clearly trying to ignore it for the sake of not embarrassing Spits.

As you hit the da capo, you begin the second phase of three.

[1d10+1] Spitshine
[1d10+2] Hopper

Roll #1 4 + 1 = 5 / Roll #2 3 + 2 = 5

 No.729488

>>729487
Cloak continues with a smile, looking to impart the feeling of just having fun with the song, not stressing over the performance aspect to Spitshine.

[1d10]

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.729489

>>729487
Pryce glances down slightly to Spitshine, empathizing with the poor colt as he flushes red from his voice crack. He does his best to try and guide him along with his own voice to help guide him back on track and not spiral too much from embarrassment.
KP meanwhile continues on singing, enjoying the performance and being on stage, or on chair in this case, and also being amazed as Hopper sings so well.
>Pryce [1d10]
>KP [1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5 / Roll #2 1 = 1

 No.729490

>>729489
>>729488
Perhaps in an attempt to make Spitshine feel less bad about his own voice crack, KP's voice cracks as well. The repeated mistakes cause Hopper and Pryce to lose track of where they are somewhat, but Cloak manages to keep them on beat. The corners of Sugar's mouth turn upward, not out of derision, but a rare moment of actual fun. Cloak hasn't spent long with her, but this is the first time that he's ever seen her outside of a morose, almost dangerous state.

And finally you come in for the third and final repeat. If there was ever a time for a creative riff or even a solo, now's the time.

[1d10+1] S
[1d10+2] H

Roll #1 9 + 1 = 10 / Roll #2 8 + 2 = 10

 No.729491

>>729490
KP breaks into an embarrassed laugh after his own voice cracks, breaking up his flow a bit and leading him to have to stop for a second to take a breath and join back in.
Pryce feels a little bit of channeled embarrassment, but seeing Sugar start to enjoy this showing makes the whole thing a success in his eyes, and he's sure to make this finale grand.
>Pryce [1d10]
>KP [1d10]

Roll #1 3 = 3 / Roll #2 6 = 6

 No.729492

>>729490
Seeing the others have fun with it, Cloak relaxes his voice a little, letting them take the lead of the final stanza as he harmonizes rather than guide.

[1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.729493

>>729491
>>729492
It's not so much that either of you start to fail, it's just that you're shocked – as the third round starts, Spitshine steps forward, and Hopper jumps from KP's head to his. Gone is Spitshine's embarrassment, and like a pony possessed, he riffs on the conventional rhythms of the song, turning it into a passionate solo. Hopper, unable to sing lyrics like you, harmonizes with sustained squeals, bringing out the hopes and the longing that one feels, waiting for the glorious day when the saints will come marching in, armed and armored with the light of the gods, ready to bring the eternal peace and magnificence of the gods to the world.

Silence falls as the song ends – and then much, much applause. The pets, sitting on the sideline, rush in with excitement, and River and Zjetya come up to hoof-bump KP and kiss Pryce on the cheeks. A couple of younger Witches make a beeline for Spitshine, but Sugar, frowning again, steps forward to intercept them with a bodyblock. Spitshine turns red again, this time for another, and very obvious, reason.

 No.729494

>>729493
Leather nods in approval, quietly waiting in one of the chairs as the crowd has their time with the two companions.

 No.729495

>>729493
>"Wow, that was amazing!"
KP says excitedly. He beams as River and Zjetya give him hoof bumps, and goes to scoop up Hopper to praise his pet.

Pryce is a little flustered by the kisses.
"Not bad for a sudden performance."
He says, clearing his throat after. He steps over to Spitshine, looking to him with a proud smile.
"You have some real talent there Spitshine."

 No.729496

>>729494
>>729495
Hopper's breathing a little heavily after all that attention. Given that he's demonstrated stage fright before, he might need a strong drink (of water).

"Yeahiguessmaybeidunno," Spitshine mumbles, looking away as you praise him.

At long last, Halaq begins to clap. "Mmm. Not bad. I feel it. Holiday cheer, I care little for. National pride, marching, military might, now that is good. Very oompah, oompah! That is what people should be singing and teaching to colts and fillies all the time! Make them grow strong. Okay, your pay is covered. Have good day."

She gestures to Cloak. "Almost forgot. You get your cut now, yeah?"

 No.729497

>>729496
Cloak nods, "I am seated." He says simply.

 No.729498

>>729497
Halaq draws a white barber's cloth around your neck, secure but not too tight. With a few assistants, she begins giving you the same quality treatment that the others got – a slight trim, then a rinse, shampoo, claw scrub and scalp massage, another rinse, and then an all-around trim with razors and clippers.

It doesn't take long, but it was clearly not rushed. By the end, your shit is lined up, and you are looking fresh; not a hair is shorter or longer than what you wanted it to be.

The assistants then busy themselves with sweeping up the cut hair for the furnace.

 No.729499

>>729498
"My thanks." Leather sounds politely, offering a short bow.

>>729495
"Well then, that was a fun little bout wasn't it. I hadn't of thought I'd be singing today, even less so you and a frog as well."

 No.729500

>>729496
>"You did a great job buddy."
KP congratulates Hopper as he walks over to one of the sinks to get some water for Hopper.

"You really do," Pryce says, seeing that Spitshine might not want to admit his singing gift, or is embarrassed of it, "If you ever want to, you can always join Zjetya and me whenever we go over my song scrolls."
He says, leaving an open offer.

As Halaq claps to their performance, Pryce bows his head.
"I'm glad you enjoyed. It's always a pleasure to put on a performance."

>>729499
"It was a nice break."
Pryce agrees.
"I'm just glad I had some practice for this. About a week ago Zjetya has been teaching me how to sing after I was given this," Pryce lifts up the Moonlight Prism around his neck, "It's a catalyst for Songspinning, magic from singing, It's been pretty useful, both for the magic and performing."

 No.729501

>>729500
"Fascinating, I have seen some Ecclesyian leaders able to stir a platoon of their soldiers into a crusader's fervor simply through a battle verse, so I wouldn't doubt the power song has when channeling music."

 No.729502

>>729499
"Yeah, come back anytime," Halaq says. She looks too proud to bow back, but gives you a gleam of respect in her eyes.

>>729499
>>729500
Hopper croaks out a sigh when he finally gets some water. Lockjaw ambles over, making short, excited roars to Hopper, kind of like his own way of congratulating him on a job well done. Hopper looks very annoyed, as he always does at Lockjaw's antics.

"…You think so?" Spitshine mutters.

"A hundred percent," Zjetya affirms.

"It could be useful in combat to know that stuff," Sugar says. "And you obviously have an aptitude for it."

"Heh… maybe I will, then," Spitshine says.

"So, now that we're all squared up, where to next?" River asks.

>Paused, continue RP if you want

 No.729503

>>729501
"It might be an overstatement, but we probably wouldn't be standing here as we are without it."
Pryce comments.
"I have to say though, I didn't know you could sing either. How long have you been doing it?"

 No.729504

Last time on HolyQuest…

Pryce and Cloak did some shopping with River, Zjetya and the kids, first stopping at Prickly Pear's pharmacy, which Fairy Castle was making her run as part of what was supposedly a training routine. If nothing else, working retail could teach her patience and emotional control. It was there that they were introduced to the unique economic system of the Witches. Instead of trading goods and services for gold or some other precious substance, Witches used a mixture of a barter economy, and a direct exchange of labor. If a Witch didn't have any tangible object for trade, then she can agree to perform tasks to pay off her debt to another Witch, with the scale and number of tasks depending on the amount owed.

They then went to Halaq's Haircuts, a Witches' barbershop run by griffonesses and members of a race of upright bird people called the Vola. They got some nice trims, and the stallions paid with a barbershop quartet (quintet, if you count Hopper).

Amy left Threecoins with Mocha, returning briefly to Fantasia to speak with Easy Doesit. Fantasia continued to improve its defenses and infrastructure thanks to a lucrative new peace treaty that Easy had signed with Ecclesia. In exchange for Ecclesian influence in its internal doings, Fantasia received Ecclesian labor and raw materials. Easy still retained her autonomy as its Chancellor, but she was all too eager to hand it over to Amy when she came and asked for it. Easy had no desire to be a political leader, preferring instead a life of adventure. If Amy proved successful in her mission in Tartarus, Easy would be happy to make Fantasia the seat of her new kingdom of peace.

Flaming, LJ, Box and Regina began a tabletop adventure in the world of Witches and Wargs, 3E. Their quest was to prevent moon-crazed occultists from the Kingdom of Circadia from resurrecting the Vrykolakas, an ancient vampire. The vampire's corpse was divided into three pieces, sealed in a dungeon called the Coil of Daedas. If the corpse should be assembled again, then the vampire's powers of regeneration would bring it back to unlife once more. They infiltrated the dungeon, evading a few of the occultists' traps, but were confronted by one of their lackey monsters, the Invisquito.

Shei returned to the ship with Gadriel, and it was there that Gadriel tried to see his future with the paired Sun and Moon Diskos. However, it wasn't much use for him. Though he obtained some power from the Diskos, he couldn't get a coherent view of his future. This was likely due to his scattered and discordant identity. He still didn't have a strong enough conception of himself as an individual person to have his own future. He only saw himself as an amalgam of souls, and not his own rational, free actor. With Shei's help, he resolved to try and figure out who he was, and what he wanted, in order to better help the party.

 No.729505

>Cloak
"Yeah, come back anytime," Halaq says. She looks too proud to bow back, but gives you a gleam of respect in her eyes.

>Cloak, Pryce

Hopper croaks out a sigh when he finally gets some water. Lockjaw ambles over, making short, excited roars to Hopper, kind of like his own way of congratulating him on a job well done. Hopper looks very annoyed, as he always does at Lockjaw's antics.

"…You think so?" Spitshine mutters.

"A hundred percent," Zjetya affirms.

"It could be useful in combat to know that stuff," Sugar says. "And you obviously have an aptitude for it."

"Heh… maybe I will, then," Spitshine says.

"So, now that we're all squared up, where to next?" River asks.

>Flaming

Sheimy is back on her hooves before long, and Voyage's magic restores her flesh, leaving no trace of the old injury. As Chester attempts to scare off the Invisquito, you see its footprints linger on the wall. It seems to hesitate, deciding whether or not to flee, but in the end, it remains steadfast.

>"We've almost got it!" LJ cheers. "If we can just roll good right here…"

[1d10+2: 8] Basic attack

>Box now looks really nervous about rolling dice. "Chester sounds out the horns of battle!"

[1d10+1: 3]

The Invisquito, badly wounded, tries to go in for one last blow against Great Voyage.
[1d10+1: 9]

>Amy, Shei

Regina gives you both a silent look as you hug and talk near the table. It's very, very clear that she'd prefer you take this anywhere that's not near her tabletop campaign.

 No.729506

https://pastebin.com/RaZG8KLM

>>729505
KP smiles at Lockjaw, stepping over and patting him on the head.
>"See Hopper, you're a star now!"

"We could head to Wizingstar's Witcheries to get some stuff for the pets to treat them too."
Pryce suggests.

 No.729507

>>729506
Hopper puts on a stoic, unmoved frown as Lockjaw showers him with praise. Lockjaw, oblivious, continues his small roars, as well as his tiny jumps. Hopper eventually takes the water orb staff and sprays Lockjaw in the mouth. Lockjaw, now properly distracted, bites at the water, wagging his tail with enjoyment.

 No.729508

>>729505
Flaming lets out a sigh of relief as her character manages to get back up, looking over to Journey as she says (in-character), "'Thank you brave Voyage for healing my wounds! Now, let's teach this thing a lesson!'"

"Sheimy powers up her fiery horn, and launches a bolt of magic right at the Invisquito!"
She picks up a dice, and throws it hard at the board to give it that extra bounce (for luck)
[1d10] Magic Bolt

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.729509

Namefix

 No.729510

>>729505
>>729506
Leather nods at Pryce's suggestion, "Sure thing, though if they ask to do accounting work at the next location in replacement of payment, I'm afraid I will not be able to assist." Cloak laughs.

 No.729511

>>729508
>The die dinks off the table and spirals upward at Regina's QM screen. She stops her narration mid-sentence as she tries to keep it from tipping over onto all her notes, figurines and dice. The die eventually lands in the grass on a 3. Regina affixes you with a judgmental look over her glasses.

The lash of the Invisquito's long, spiked tongue slams Great Voyage into Sheimy, knocking her to the ground. With no time to help her up, Great Voyage rushes in at the monster's opening, slamming his iron-hard head down onto the monster's. The blow crushes the evil thing's chitinous skull, spewing green bug guts onto the walls. It falls dead at your hooves, and Chester marks the victory with a blast of his tr– with his lumpet.

>Sheimy 2/5

>GV 1/5

>LJ leans back with a sigh of relief. Box just looks happy to be there.

 No.729512

>>729166
>>729166
Shei-Sher recieves the hug in kind "Oi- Was only an that passed and you're throwing yourself at me." Shei ganders at the dice and boardgame "You all seem to be having fun. I can't help but be a little jealous but my work never ends."

>>729508
>>729505
>Brave Voyage
Shei stifles a snicker at the mention of Little Journey's character name. He just barely manages to conceal his laughter.

"Sheimy? Is that.. Amy? combined with Shei?" Shei-Sher pulls out a heavy text and lands it onto of the diskos, on the table "Whatever, here is also the the Anathema Scripture."

 No.729513

>>729507
KP chuckles at their antics.
>"You two would make a great duo on the stage."
He says, starting to picture Lockjaw in an outfit along with Hopper.

>>729510
"I think we'll be clear of that here, though I imagine we'll be hosting a full circus by the time we're done."
Pryce chuckles.

 No.729514

>>729511
Flaming looks up at Regina sheepishly at the dice, smiling widely, "Hehehe… sorry. I guess I threw that one a little too hard." She gets up from her cheer, running down to the grass to pick up her dice, and moves back, "I'll throw it more softly from now on, I don't think the dice likes being thrown hard."

As Voyage manages to finish off the monster, Flaming stamps her hooves on the table, shaking it, "Woooooooo! Sheimy says, 'Well done Voyage! That WAS impressive! But we still have an evil vampire part to find, so lets move!', she says running over to give him and Chester a quick hug before hopping on her way."

>>729512
Flaming blushes at your comment, "Uh… N-no! I don't know where you got that idea, it's just Princess Sheimy Price. Totally original, came up with it all on my own!"

As you lay down the diskos and the Anathema Scripture, her eyes widen. "OH! This is what Buiwong promised us, right? The recollection of one of the Sons of God journey into Tartarus?"

 No.729515

>>729513
"Now that's a market," Spitshine says. "Comedy troupes were always a favorite for dad, with how grim his line of work can be. Clowns, jesters, and minstrels could always get out of slavery if they could make him laugh. Plus I don't think there's many monster-centric routines out there."

>>729506
>>729510
Taking again to Threecoins' streets, you recall the directions about town that you got from the passerby Witch earlier. Unsurprisingly, and perhaps a little stereotypically, the magic shop is a focal point of town, perhaps to the detriment of other, more niche stops.

You head down the many ladders and stairs that you took to get to Halaq's Haircuts, all perched high in the sky, and make your way back down to the ground level. The Witcheries would be hard to miss, as it is near the center of the merchant's district, and unlike other shops which are more organically baked into the landscape and its aesthetic, this shop seems to go out of its way to project a distinct look.

After proceeding a little southwest through the walkways, you come to your destination: A dark, ruined-looking chapel, two stories high, drooping and sagging as if it were looking down at the street below like a predator looking down at prey. It's wedged between two rather normal-looking apartment towers. It has a gate and a small garden around it, and it is packed with headstones – more graves than the number of bodies that the garden's soil could possibly hold.

It'd be like coming across a haunted house in the middle of a boring suburb.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_APNhNUt-J0

The front door creaks open when you try it, and you behold a dark and gloomy main room. Monsters' heads line the wall. Grimories and crystal balls stand on pedestals and stands. Diagrams of anatomic structure hang up like posters. The rugs are made of skinned monster hides, with the heads still attached, and the heads' eyes glow brilliantly.

In the center of the room is a black cauldron, big enough to hold a manticore inside. Bones float out of the murky green substance inside.

And behind it there is a tiny witch hat.

 No.729517

>>729512
>"Ooh," Box says. "Now this looks like it could be good source material for future games."

>>729514
>Spark crawls down off of your head with a yawn, stumbling onto the table sleepily as he tries to see what's all the commotion. Regina smirks at your enthusiasm and goes back to her thing.

The three of you run down the hall, taking care to look out for any other traps the occultists may have left behind. But behold, there are none to stop you. Soon enough, you see the reason why.

You come to a rounded room, the walls lined with grisly statues of scowling monsters and bodhisattvas, locked in eternal warfare. There are no occultists around, but there are occultist robes and staves lying around. Piles of black ashes lay in the midst of those robes, and burn marks in the shapes of bodies mark the walls.

In the center of the room, there is a towering metal contraption, made of brass and crystals, now broken. The contraption is centered around a raised stone dias, the top of which you cannot see.

At the top of the brass contraption floats a small glowing yellow orb, like a miniature sun. You aren't mechanists, but just from a look, you can tell that this complex machine was designed to refract and amplify the light from that orb, turning it into a powerful beam. It seems that the beam was meant to be focused on something down directly below it. You piece together what happened here: In their attempts to disarm this machine, and claim the corpse part, the occultists ended up turning the beam upon themselves, reducing them to ash.

Great Voyage and Chester start to look around the room to make sure that it's empty, leaving whatever is atop the stone dias for Sheimy to discover.

 No.729518

>>729515
"I've ran into a few abandoned buildings when retaking settlements for Ecclysia, this is feels like someone decided to take every trait of them and ramp them up to eleven." Leather notes, amused as he enters the building.

 No.729520

>>729515
>"Really?"
KP says with interest, looking back to Hopper and Lockjaw.
>"You hear that guys? We could be the first!"

Pryce and company head down the tower of Halaq's Haircuts back to the streets, leading on the group as they walk the streets for the witchery shop. As they come up to the large chapel, KP let's out an 'ooo' of awe.
>"This place looks spooky."
"Magic stores usually do stand out more. I guess they had to go even more over the top in a city of witches."

When they step inside, KP looks around at all the monster heads, feeling like he just walked into a horror story, full of interest but just the slightest bit unnerved.
Pryce also shares the curiosity, the shop almost coming off as a taxidermist. When he spots the tiny witch hat, he steps over to the cauldron.
"Hello?"

 No.729523

>>729520
>>729518
After Pryce calls out, the Witch hat starts to move around the rim of the cauldron, and soon you can see that it's attached to a head – a weasel's head. Only, this weasel seems to be clothed, and very modestly at that – a long dress with several layers of coats, socks, boots, robes and finally one more cloak to cover it all. The weasel wears a scowl and has a slight stoop, and gray whiskers mar its otherwise bright red and tan coat. Her mean, aged face makes her look far bigger and more imposing than she actually is. Maybe it's all the clothes.

"Guess we're just letting in anyone these days, are we?" she complains, more to herself than you. "Not a drop of cursed blood between any of you."
Zjetya clears her throat with annoyance. "If I recall right, you're the ones who aren't native to this city."
"City, fortress, grove, desert, it doesn't matter," the weasel says. "A Coven's got to have a little quality control. Used to be that the only outsiders who could set foot on our grounds were those strong enough to treat with the demons and gods they wanted us to summon for them. Things haven't been quite right with Regina at the helm. Anyway, you're here now and I don't feel like expelling you. What do you want?"

 No.729524

>>729517
Flaming looks down to Spark as he crawls off her head, reaching down to pet him gently while she listens to Regina's story.

"As they look around the room, Sheimy says 'There's a bunch of ash in the middle of all these discarded robes… either they were throwing one heck of a party here, or something happened to these cultists. But why wouldn't the robes be ashes too?'"

As she listens further to get the full story, Flaming says, "Okay… Sheimy goes up to the dias carefully, but keeps clear of the machine, she doesn't wanna turn it on at all."

She picks up a dice, "Rolling to investigate"
[1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.729526

>>729523
Pryce looks down at the weasel witch, surprised at who the shop owner is, the oddest type of witch he's seen.
>"Oh wow, so any creature can be a witch?"
KP says rather bluntly, not knowing how witches come about. Pryce puts a hoof in front of KP, then looks to the weasel.
"We were told your hop has pet supplies, and we wanted to know what you had."

 No.729528

>>729512

"Well, you left without saying goodbye! I missed you!" Amy gives Shei puppy-dog eyes.

"Oh, I'm not playing that game," Amy waves a dismissive hoof-paw at it. "I was just in Fantasia getting Easy Doesit to let me use her castle when I'm queen," she says casually.

 No.729529

>>729523
"If you prefer it, I could step out of the establishment. I would hate to be a bother."

Leather says, respectfully.

 No.729530

>>729524
>Regina blinks with a somewhat surprised look. You realize you may have just seen through… not a plot hole, but a logic hole. Maybe it'd be best to keep that one under your poncho.
>She shakes her head and gets back to narrating.

As you get up to the dias, you see two gray, brittle, long shapes – arms, one left, and one right. Twin arms, simultaneously brutal and slender, ending with hands that bear curved claws. Even getting near them might cut you.

It looks like the occultists were trying to disable this sunlight-producing machine in order to get at the vampire's hands, but got killed in the process. With their deaths, they managed to sabotage the machine. The arms are yours for the taking…

>"So long as we have even one of the corpse parts, they can't resurrect the vampire," LJ says in his GV voice. "Let's take them!"

>"I hope they don't curse or poison us from touching them…" Chester/Box says.

 No.729532

>>729514
"Yes, it's quite the read. In fact, I do not really expect you to read much of it. A complete headache. I scanned the thing cover to cover last night."

>>729528
>>729530
"So you literally missed me.. leaving the room? heh" Shei's a little amused "You say it so casually, informing a dear friend of their iminent eviction. I know we did the same with Volkama but I hoped it would not become a habit." Shei says referring to the fact we literally just comendered Volkama's airship all those months.

"Gadriel and I were about to leave again, to visit my mother. Care to join us?"

 No.729533

>>729529
>>729526
The weasel is unfazed. It seems like she's heard this – and probably much worse – many times in the past. "I am Wizingstar, of the Vellus race. And no, don't bother. You're here as it is, you might as well compensate me for my time and all the effort it takes to be this nice to people. Keheheh."

Wizingstar looks at your many pets. They seem like they're watching their step around her, even though most, including Lockjaw, are taller than her. They don't seem intimidated, but more like how children know how to stay in line around a school teacher they know to be strict. There's a lot of respect for Wizingstar here.

Wizingstar takes a small cane from nearby, and starts to pace around the shop. "Let me show you what I've got."

Pet items:
>Animal Snackers: 5 Bits per pouch, or 1 small favor
-Meat snacks in the shapes of animals. Might be considered somewhat macabre if eaten where others can see it.
>Brushes: 2 Bits each, or 1 small favor
-Simple brushes of various sizes and toughness of bristles for hygiene and recreation
>Stuffed and rubber toys, bouncy balls, fetching sticks: 1 Bit each, or 1 small favor
>Pet-sized clothing: 3 Bits each, or 1 small favor
-Various small clothing items for embarrassing pets.
>Pet Armor: 20 Bits for a full set, or 1 medium favor
-A custom-made suit of armor for a pet, granting them 5 extra Hits in the event that they are brought into combat.
>Amulet of the Familiar: 50 Bits, or 1 medium favor
-A charm meant to hold a picture of one's chosen Familiar. When worn, if the summoner and the Familiar perform the same action or attack the same target, they both get +2 to that action for that round only. Recharge 3.

"That's just for the pet items," Wizingstar says. "I've got other things for other purposes, if you want to see them. Grimoires, scrolls, things of that nature."

 No.729534

>>729532

"But, I just love you that much," Amy says before grabbing Shei and squeezing him tight like a stuff animal. She makes a lot of adoring squeaking sounds before letting go.

"Easy said she didn't want to rule anyway. So, we're really just helping her out. I AM making her my advisor, though. She's excited."

"Wait, meeting your mom- How? Isn't she…" Amy looks over at Gadriel awkwardly.

 No.729535

>>729532
>>729534
Gadriel shakes his head. "Different mom, different mom. He seems to have a lot of those. Don't ask why."

 No.729537

>>729530
"Hmmmm…" Flaming thinks outloud, trying to consider the best approach. "They seem to have disabled the machine, so they are safe for us to take…. Sheimy says, 'Okay! But before I do, I'll get something safe to carry them in so they can't curse us!'"

"She uses her magic hat to pull out a safe container for the arms, blessed against dark magic that will keep them locked away for as long as she wishes!" She picks up a dice, and throws it, this time super-soft
[1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.729538

>>729535
>>729532

"What other mom do you have!?" Amy asks, sounding practically exasperated.

 No.729539

>>729532
"You already ready it? That's a big book to go cover to cover in one night. Well, anything I should know right away, did you spot anything groundbreaking?"

 No.729540

>>729535
"Oooh my little homunculi, I ask myself that quite often."

>>729538
"My biological mother. She's a goat." Shei's brow raises "Goats! I should hide my wings! Amy do you still have the cloak with the embroidering of kittens?" Shei's asking for the kitty cat astral stealth cloak.

>>729539
"I would just distract you from your game. Beside, it will not do you much good if I explain something you couldn't understand in the first place. Sit down with the book when you have the time."

>>729538
>>729535
Shei-Sher opens up a dark corridor back to the Goat's ecclessian camp
[1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.729541

A list of things Shei is leaving behind at the airship:

[BAG]
sheep stomach bag (under coat)
(Within Bag)
vine-and-origami headdresses (from Circadia make's wearer less noticeable by Evil beings)
[MISC]
Sketchbook
Crow-ley's Book of Sigils
pouch of salt
praymore (for soothing wounds)
Vials
Vial of orange goop
Vial of mercury
Vial of crow Blood (Vial treated for blood to never spoil)
Vial of Jasmine juice (vial treated for juice to never spoil)
Vial of ink
Feathers
Matches
Black leather cloak with a circle inscribed within a square woven in silver color on the back
HALF Red Skull
[Game additive]
1 1/2 flasks of dark matter (contained within a vial of infinite resources)
vial of infinite resources
Tree of sapphen (planted in Vadahara)
Witching Lantern
Piece of Vipaka (Chariot flesh) (4 pieces)
An effigy of Pravda's throne (for summoning the Demon Lords)

 No.729542

>>729533
"There are certain things I'm sure Dagger would be interested in here, but not getting her those with kids on the way.." Cloak mutters to himself.

>>729503
Cloak returns to a previous topic, looking to fill time as long as he's here.

"Ah, you asked before about singing earlier - I've had more time since the Firmament breaking. Truth be told, my place in the troops wasn't on the front lines, so I had more time to devote to my work as a paladin. Part of which? Devotion via performance."

 No.729543

>>729533
Pryce looks around the shop as Wizingstar points out her pet supplies. He grabs a brush for Lockjaw, and then glances over the toys to see if there's anything durable enough for him to play with. He then grabs a few of the animal snackers, stocking up in food for him as well. As she mentions other supplies, as the witch who gave hem directions earlier mention this store has a number of magical supplies, Pryce leans down to her for secrecy.
("Would you happen to have any moonlight prisms, or know where I could find one?")
He whispers, preferably while Spitshine is distracted in getting his own pet supplies.

KP goes o the clothing spot, looking for a nice outfit for Lockjaw that could match well with Hopper's. While browsing the aisles, he stops by the amulets, already imagining the potential of performing with Hopper with it. He grabs one of those as well, one that'd fit well with either his or Hopper's magic.

 No.729544

>>729540

"I'm pretty sure you took that a while ago," Amy screws her face up trying to remember.

"Does it matter? Why can't she just see you for who you are? I mean, you've got a pretty good looking girlfriend, right? Can't she see that you're happy the way you are? Isn't that enough?"

Amy follows Shei into the portal.

 No.729545

>>729537
>Regina clears her throat. "Sadly, Hat Magic can't conjure enchanted objects, but you can conjure something mundane."

You produce two long, thin storage trunks, one for each arm. You swear you see them twitch as you touch them, but after an examination, it seems that you may have been mistaken.

>"Hah! That's one section of the corpse secured," Box says as Chester. "Maybe we could escape now before more of them come down this way to claim the corpse."

>"But we still have to stop the occultists' plot!" LJ says as Great Voyage. "Who knows – perhaps they have dark magic that could revive the vampire in a weaker state, so long as they at least have the heart and brain. Those are the most integral parts to a vampire's resurrection."

>"Hmm," Regina hums. "Roll knowledge."


[1d10] Box
[1d10] LJ

Roll #1 3 = 3 / Roll #2 10 = 10

 No.729546

>>729540
>>729538
The three of you end up back at the outskirts of Commontown, on the same dirt path into town that leads to the guarded entrance. Shei recalls the guards from earlier – it's doubtful they'll tolerate a frontal entrance.

 No.729547

>>729539
>>729532
[amending post]
>I scanned the thing cover to cover last night."

Change that to

"I skimmed as much of it as I could last night, to say the least it is a cumbersome read."

 No.729548

>>729544
>>729546
"It's not that. I've been excommunicated from Ecclessia. I am not allowed. And the wings are a dead giveaway." Shei-Sher puts on the kitty cat stealth cloak to hide his wings.

back again Shei-Sher is feeling a little nervous about approaching the front gate again. "How about this time we see if there is an entrance to the backside of the village."
Shei-Sher leads the way around to the opposite end of the village.

 No.729550

>>729540
>>729540
"Hmm… I guess that's fair enough. No sense worrying about it until I can afford to. Just let me know if anything important comes up, but, yeah I think I'll follow your advice Shei. I'll read it later."

>>729545
"Awww… okay, I guess that's fair. Would be a little over powered if I could just pull out anything magical. But I'll take the trunks! Oh, and I lift them out of the dias with my MAGIC, I don't touch them!" Flaming says overly cautiously, making SURE Regina knows what she means to do.

She turns to Box and Voyage, speaking in character, "'That's a good point, they may be able to summon the vampire with fewer parts! But we should at least stash these somewhere or hide them so they can't find them, just in case the worst happens to us!' And then she rolls knowledge too," She says, grabbing another die
[1d10]

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.729551

>>729542
>>729543
Pryce grabs a tough cloth rope for Lockjaw, suitable for tug-of-war. There's no outfits resembling Hopper's that might fit Lockjaw, however. But there is a classy looking top hat and a cape fit for a small stage magician. Perhaps that'd be enough.

Wizingstar nods subtly to Pryce. "I have one in the back. 100 Bits or a medium favor."

Magical Items:
>Jester's Cap: 20 Bits or 1 medium favor
-Reduces the penalty from failing a social or performative roll, allowing you to salvage a negotiation or situation that you would have otherwise lost. Works only once per situation.
>Book of Shaman-Flowers: 50 Bits or 1 medium favor
-A book that can impart the Shaman-Flower Divination spell to one who studies it.
-Shaman-Flower Divination: Requires ritual (non-combat) setting: Using a collection of stiff, wood-like reeds from the Shaman-Flower, you cast these reeds into various hexagrams. These hexagrams will tell you the most likely things that will happen within the next twenty-four hours. Unlike the Sun and Moon Diskos, which project long-term ideas of the future, and not specific details, high rolls with Shaman-Flower Divination can yield precise visions of what is to come.
>Quill Pen of the Dictator: 10 Bits or 1 small favor
-A quill pen that automatically writes whatever is said in its presence. It's fast enough to record dialogue between up to four speakers accurately. It distinguishes between different speakers via noting names, but it will only write down the names of those known by its user.
>Purifying Bottle: 40 Bits or 1 small favor
-Whatever liquid is poured into this bottle is purified into pure, drinkable water. The purification process takes about one full minute.
>Magic Planter: 40 Bits or 1 small favor
-A small pot full of soil. If an object is buried in this soil, then in an hour will sprout a plant with a single flower. Inside the flower is a perfect copy of the thing you buried, with the same functionality.
>Autonomous Chain: 50 Bits or 1 medium favor
-An animated chain that can be given orders to chain up anything that it can wrap around, requiring a roll of 9 or higher to break free. Reassembles over a period of 24 hours if broken.

 No.729552

>>729542
"I remember practicing hymns during my time with the Church. Those were always nice moments to cleanse the mind."

 No.729553

>>729548

Amy pouts a little bit at Shei's response.

But, then she gives a grin. "Why Shei," she says as if she's surprised. "Usually you don't like to use the back entrance."

 No.729554

[1d10] Rolling perception (OOC)

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.729555

perception roll
[1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.729558

>>729546

[1d10]

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.729560

>>729558
>>729553
>>729548
Gadriel claps a claw over his mouth and (barely) stifles an exasperated scream.

You take care to find a path through the forested rocky hills that surround Commontown, so that you aren't seen by any sentries as you make your way toward the northern side. Eventually, you come across a second, smaller gate, with its own dirt road leading northeast. This one is not as heavily guarded than the front entrance, although there are still two guards posted upon the guard towers at the ramparts. They haven't noticed you yet, but look very bored and annoyed with having to stay out here during the morning chill. They appear armed, but aren't paying any particular attention to the empty road.

 No.729561

>>729550
Taking great care to avoid contact with the pieces of that old, defeated evil, you store one arm each in the small trunks.

You take a moment to reflect over Great Voyage's warning, and you know that it's accurate. Although it is greatly difficult to revive a vampire whose limbs have been severed with vampire-killing magic, it is not impossible. The Heart and the Brain are the most important parts for a vampire's regeneration. Severing or crushing the head can stop the regeneration for a time, but to kill a vampire permanently, you need to destroy the Heart.

>"Hey, hang on," LJ says in his normal voice. "Did the King ever address this? Why cut up the vampire and seal it if you could just kill it forever by destroying its heart?"

>Unlike before, when you poked a hole in Regina's plot, she just smiles knowingly.
>Box gulps nervously. "Do we realize what LJ's getting at, in-character?"
>Regina nods. "It's not hard to connect the dots."

 No.729562

>>729551
KP grabs the top hat and cape, walking back with his supplies, and then trying to see how the new outfit looks on Lockjaw.

"If you have a box for it too, I'd appreciate it."
Pryce adds. As he turns for the counter to rejoin the others and see what favors he'll owe, he stops at the magic supplies. Many of them look appealing, but he settles on just one, taking the Autonomous Chain.

 No.729563

>>729551
>>729562

Cloak eyes the chain and only thinks of Dagger more, quickly looking away towards something else and coughing. "Hmn, the quill could prove useful, but I worry there'd be tracts of missing names due to trying to remember all of your companion's names."

Leather ultimately passes on purchasing the magical item, looking to Pryce.

"Will we be doing another favor, then?"

 No.729564

>>729561
Flaming frowns, "Uh, I'm not sure if it's so easy for 'me', I'm not quite sure WHY they didn't just destroy the heart if they already had it all cut up in the first place. Could they have wanted it for something else?" Flaming frowns, "Uh, could I have a hint? I think my character would know this but I don't think I do." She asks for a little meta help from her friends as she gets into character.

"'Well, we definitely should get the other parts so they can't perform the resurrection, at the minimum! We'll stash these pieces somewhere they won't find them, there should be more than enough loose stone in this castle to find a good hiding spot. Then we'll find the brain and heart next!' Sheimy shouts, and she hides the arms!"
[1d10] Hiding!

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.729567

>>729564
>LJ looks to Regina, who nods.
>"It's starting to look like whoever slew the vampire last time had a reason for leaving it like this, instead of outright destroying it. After all, why even leave all the pieces in the same place if you're going to cut the body up?"
>As LJ lays it out, Box suddenly gasps. "Oh! And why didn't the Machine-King tell us to destroy the Heart? He told us to collect the corpse pieces and retrieve them, not kill the vampire."

You "hide" the arms by putting them back on the stone dias.

Great Voyage and Chester just give you a look.

 No.729569

>>729553
>>729560
Shei tilts his head and closes his eyes, like Amy's comment were a blunt force "Well I would use yours but it's currently undergoing repairs." In a split second Shei-Sher slaps Amy's flank hard enough to leave a mark.

Shei-Sher leads the party to hug the wall as they get closer to the back entrance, but stop a couple feet from entering the dirt path. After getting a good look at the guards Shei tries something with the wave of his staff. "Hm, this could work.."

>Staff of the Cloudsmith: Roll to change the weather in the local area to rainy, cloudy, stormy, or clear. Can store one weather pattern that is not on this list in its orb for future use

[1d10] roll to make the weather windier and raining

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.729570

>>729563
"If you're aware of the names, it should be able to write them down you'd think."
Pryce comments.

At Leather's comment, Pryce nods.
"Yes. I'm… a bit short on bits. Thankfully this at least allows us to stock up on supplies still."

 No.729572

>>729562
Lockjaw struggles a bit as you try to put the hat and cape on him. Not so much out of annoyance, but because he seems to think you're playing a game. Eventually he seems to get it through his skull that he's meant to wear these. Once it's actually straightened out, he looks pretty sharp.

>>729563
>>729562
Wizingstar goes into the back room briefly, then comes back with a small chest covered with soft red velvet on all sides. She then looks over at all the things that you're buying.

"You'd think adventurers would have a little more gold to toss around. Normally I wouldn't be interested in letting someone who isn't a Witch pay with favors. If I wanted hard labor, I could fetch some hirelings from the nearby Guild. But that was then, and this is now. That old Guild is gone, sadly. Luckily for you, I am in need of whatever help I can get. Let's roll the price of all these together and call it one big favor, why don't we?"

She taps her cane on the ground as if to state that it's a done deal without your agreement.

"Several weeks ago I decided I'd try my paw at studying the so-called 'Anomaly' phenomenon that's been tearing our world apart. I trust you've seen them before – rifts in space and time, gateways to other Worlds. At more than a few points during our journey from Red Thunder to Threecoins, a few of the more cowardly Witches suggested to Regina that we use them to abandon this World and leave for another. But the Anomalies – they're normally too unpredictable and too dangerous for reliable travel. You might end up in a frozen pit upon a far-off planet, or in the midst of a storm of noxious gas and swirling sand with nothing but desert on all sides for hundreds of miles.

"So I decided I'd try to wrangle one up and try to control it, like conventional teleportation magic. But, wouldn't you know it, the one I succeeded in opening upstairs ended up leading to a plane ruled by Scuttlebutts. Nasty, horrendous things. Cousins of the imps, I believe. They've been opening and closing the Anomaly upstairs. Well, not completely – nothing can close an Anomaly once it's opened, except the fickle machinations of the Anomaly itself. But they are able to seal it behind them temporarily. Like jamming shut a door that won't lock. Where was I…? Oh, right. Anyway, the bottom line is that they've been popping in and out of my shop to steal things. I want you to pay for all this by getting in there and killing the lot of them."

 No.729573

>>729567
Flaming glowers at her roll and then at Sheimy's action as she puts them back on the dias in-character. "Okay, so Sheimy may have picked up a bit more Amy than I anticipated. I'll roll with it…"

"Ahem… 'Hey, there we go! No one will ever think to look for them where they just got stolen from, it's like hiding them in plain sight!'" Flaming says, looking at Journey and Box with a sour look on her face. "Please stop me."

"'Anyways, that is definitely fishy as to why the king wanted us to just 'retrieve' the parts. Maybe, just to be absolutely safe, we should destroy the heart as soon as we find it. Then the threat's over for good! Let's go!' Sheimy says before moving back to the main hall."

 No.729574

>>729560
>>729569

Amy giggles in response to Shei. "I recover quickly," she says with a wink.

"Why are these goats so defensive, anyway? They don't like us?"

 No.729576

>>729572
"Any traits of the vermin we should be aware of, besides thievery?" Cloak asks, looking up at the ceiling as if to check for them.

 No.729577

>>729569
"I take back my advice earlier," Gadriel says, harrumphing with annoyance. "Make it as difficult as possible to get in. Do it. Go on."

>>729574
"We would've been able to walk right in before," Gadriel says. "But Shei didn't want to submit to the bag inspection. For people who are trying to reclaim a settlement that's been destroyed by demons, this threw off some pretty dangerous vibes. They told us to get lost and never come back. Personally, I think they might suspect him of having some malicious purpose in mind. Terrorism, or demon summoning maybe. Though… I guess he technically did by going to grab you."

>>729574
>>729569
Shei conjures up some light clouds, which slowly start to drip a misty, thin rainfall over the nearby area. The guards perk up a little, but only because it seems to be a slight change from what's been going on up until now – that is to say, the whole lot of nothing they've had to look at.

 No.729581

>>729573
>LJ, Box and Regina all share a giggle.

Great Voyage steps forward. "Clever as it may be, we're dealing with moon-crazed occultists who charged headfirst into a dungeon full of dangerous traps and machinery. They won't leave until they've got their goal, no matter what they have to sacrifice. The safest place is to keep them in your magic hat."

Chester nods. "The second we find the torso, we drop everything and annihilate it. It's too risky to let this corpse remain in any way, cut up or no."

You return to the main hall. The north and eastern corridors haven't been explored yet, and look very much the same as the western corridor.

"Where to next?" Chester asks.
"Maybe if we can… perceive… what's ahead of us…" Great Voyage asks.

>LJ looks at Regina with an open smile to see if she got his pun.

>She did. She's not impressed.
>"…Just roll," she laughs.

[1d10] LJ
[1d10] Box

Roll #1 6 = 6 / Roll #2 10 = 10

 No.729582

>>729572
>"Looking good Lockjaw!"
KP says proudly at the good pick. And then for added measure, he puts Hopper on Lockjaw's head to see how they look together.

"One big favor? Alright."
Pryce says, listening to her story.
"Controlling an Anomaly? Is that safe?"
He says, then pausing after to let her finish.
"Could we push them back through their anomaly as well?" He asks as an alternative, more out of not wanting the kids to go killing if they don't have to, "…Either way, we can deal with them."
Pryce says in agreement, following Wizingstar upstairs. He pauses for one moment to look to KP.
"Stay down here to keep an eye on the pets."
>"Aww, ok fine."
KP complains for only a moment, then being content as he fiddles with Lockjaw's outfit. With that settled, Pryce continues upstairs.

 No.729584

>>729577

"I mean… I feel like he's proving their point by messing with their weather…" Amy mumbles.

 No.729586

>>729577
"Ooooh Pish posh, you get used to her banter, and what could I do other than to retaliate."

Shei-Sher slaps the hammer of his staff, like it needed it to start working right and he waves it again to get a freezing deluge going on.
[1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.729587

>>729581
Flaming smiles at Journey, "Nice one. 'Oh! That sounds like a much better idea!' And then Sheimy puts the chests in her magic hat, and gives Voyage a hug for his suggestion. And then she looks to Chester and says, 'And your idea is great too! Forget bringing the vampire pieces back, we'll just destroy them so they can't hurt anyone ever anyone ever again!' And then, she hops back to the hall way."

As Regina drops a none too subtle hint as to what to do, Flaming smirks. "Heh. I got it. More rolling is just fine by me, let's do some perceiving!"
[1d10] She rolls the dice, eying where it will land

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.729588

>>729576
"They've a penchant for crude traps and dungeons, they're as numerous as ants, and though they might have less gray matter between the lot of them than a bag of rocks, they aren't slouches when it comes to magic. In addition to whatever magic objects they may have pilfered, they also have an innate aptitude for cantrips of the Spatial school of magic. In other words, they can make themselves hard to hit, and poke you without warning with their makeshift weapons."

She taps her cane on the ground again. "Oh! And they have an inexplicable respect for authority. They're natural-born bootlickers, every single one of them. Flash some military badges, order commands, see if that might help. For some unrelated reason, they also seem to fear and respect the color blue."

>>729582
>>729576
"Not at all," she answers to Pryce when he asks whether playing with Anomalies is safe. But she doesn't follow it up with anything.
As Wizingstar leads you up the stairs, River and Zjetya look down at Sugar and Spitshine.
"Flow trained us a little," Spitshine says. "We can defend ourselves."
"And it's not like we've never seen anything die before," Sugar says coolly. "It's a common occurrence. No need to shelter us from it."
"I'm inclined to agree," River says. "Just promise you'll follow Pryce's orders, won't you?"
"Sure," Spitshine says.
Sugar doesn't answer, instead drawing a wrench from her bag.

Wizingstar eventually reaches the top of the stairs, and unlocks the door. It leads into a storage room with another door at the far end. She opens that one in turn, and that leads to a smaller, empty room. In the center of the room floats a very long zipper, about six feet in height. The zipper faintly glows.

"Just pull that open and you'll be in their realm," Wizingstar says. "I had to seal off this room and take out everything, otherwise they'd steal just about anything that's not nailed to the ground! That's why my shop's been so cluttered as of late. Do a thorough enough job and I'll give you a discount next time you come by. Oh, and if you find any of my stolen goods over there, bring them back won't you? You can keep all the gold you pick up. I have no use for it."

 No.729589

>>729584
>>729586
The guards turn toward the town, shouting out some words at those inside. If you had to guess, they're probably requesting a change of gear to accommodate for the strange new weather. The temperature rapidly drops, and the winds start to pick up, but the rains don't get any stronger. It's nothing that those of sturdy constitution can't weather for a while at least.

"…Shei, please, can you just talk to them normally? Couldn't we flex our fame? What're you trying to do here?" Gadriel asks, shivering and hopping in place from the cold.

 No.729590

>>729589
>>729586

"Yeah, I've had enough of this," Amy says, suddenly angry.

"C'mon," she gestures to the other two.

She marches up to the guards. "You two. I demand to talk to someone in charge right now," she says forcefully.

>Mantra of Equality with compassion [1d10+2]


Roll #1 8 + 2 = 10

 No.729591

>>729587
Though the corridors are too long for you to see the ends of, you hear a great many voices coming from down the eastern corridor. It sounds like the majority of their forces went down that way, and they're bickering about what to do. However, you also pick up on the distant sounds of battle coming from the northern corridor.

"Sounds like either route will be dangerous," Great Voyage says. "Let me dress our wounds from the previous battle. Perhaps we can use the chaos to the north to our advantage."

>"Do I have to roll healing for everyone?" LJ asks.

>"I'll let you get away with a free heal since this is your first game," Regina says.
>"Lucky us! I'll take it," LJ says.

 No.729593

>>729589
"Wouldn't you think by now I'm tired of doing exactly that and having things blow up into a pile chagrin. I don't like attention anymore, leave me alone.." Shei says the last bit half jokingly "If I make it cold enough, maybe they'll leave their post for blankets and then we may slip through."

>>729590
"Oh boy." Shei follows up with her shyly

 No.729594

>>729593
half joking, yet equally pathetic

 No.729596

>>729593

"Or, you just make yourself look evil by pointlessly making people suffer."

"Attention wouldn't be bad if you would just stop doing bad things," Amy says in an exasperated tone.

 No.729597

>>729591
"Oh, yeah that'd be helpful! I think I'm down to 2/5, a full heal would be great before we go into combat. Sheimy graciously takes the healing from Voyage, and then suggests, 'Hey, THAT direction sounds like more fun!', pointing to the one that has all the sounds of combat from it. 'Let's check it out'! And then she runs off in that direction once Voyage is done healing!"

She says, grabbing at another dice to roll for any discernible reason ranging from checking for traps to running in faster
[1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.729598

>>729588
"I'll do my best to protect you all. How able are you to withstand blows, all of you. I'm more effective when I focus my protection towards the less resolute in body." He chuckles.

 No.729599

>>729596
"These allegations are unfounded! I've done nothing but improve people's lives.. In the long run."

 No.729600

>>729593
"Guards are trained to be tougher than that!" Gadriel blurts out. "I dealt with my share of guards as Evil's Punishment! They're so much harder to shake than your average guy!"

>>729590
>>729593
When the guards see Amy and Gadriel, two very strange-looking people in comparison to average griffons and ponies, they initially level their guns at them. But then, one of them pipes up.
"Don't shoot! That's one of the ponies on the Expedition!" the guard shouts. "Get the captain!"

There's some more chatter among the guards on the rampart, and you hear some chatter from within as they comply with Amy's request. Eventually, the massive timber gates shudder, and start to slowly crank open. You are ushered in by the guards, and the gates start to slowly close behind you.

Ahead, you are greeted by a small detachment of four guards, with a taller, more heavily armored earth pony stallion in the center, a light orange with a smattering of mossy green for his rather shaggy hair. He nods curtly as you enter.

"Captain Everypony Jack at your service," he says. "Division: Congregation. Rank: Lightforged. Currently overseeing Commontown's affairs until a proper leader can be chosen by the Choir. What seems to be the issue?"

 No.729601

>>729588
Pryce gives a bit of a worried glance as Sugar takes out a wrench, from the idea of her form of combat, and her choice of weapon.
"Let's all stick together, we shouldn't need to worry about as much that way."

As they head upstairs and shown the zipper, Pryce stares at it in confusion.
"Enter that, and clear out the ones inside? Alright, we'll have them dealt with before you know it."
Pryce says to assure the group, stepping forward to open the zipper, assuming they're all ready.

 No.729602

>>729598
"I have a few defensive spells of my own. Focus on protecting the kids, and I can cover River and Zjetya."

 No.729604

>>729600

Amy initially enters the gates with a serious scowl on her face. Though, as the captain introduces himself, Amy can't help but let out a little snicker. "I'm sorry," she says, covering her mouth. "Everypony is a part of your name?"

Amy shakes her head, moving on. "Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm not trying to make fun of you. I'm here because my boyfriend here wants to see his mom, and your guards aren't letting him," she says in a tragic tone as she puts her hoof around Shei's shoulders.

[1d10+2] Mantra of Equality with compassion

Roll #1 6 + 2 = 8

 No.729605

>>729600
>>729604
Shei just quietly follows with Amy and Gadriel past the gate. "How do you make it look so easy."

When Amy snickers at the Captain's name, Shei bleats her to behave "Aaamy."
He embarassment mounts when Amy explains their reason for the commotion. He steps forward, shaking it off.

"Her name is Shei-perd Captain Jack, do you know if she is staying in this village?"

 No.729607

>>729605

"Because I'm right," Amy states simply.

 No.729608

>>729597
>When Spark sees that you're all throwing dice around, he skitters across the table to try and fetch them, making it difficult to see results. Worse still, he starts knocking around the pieces and character sheets. Regina clears her throat.

Deciding that time is of the essence, you rush down the north hall. The fact that Sheimy picks up on no evil magic this time allows you to bolt down the corridor without fear of reprisal from traps.

As you reach the end of the hall, you see a room much like the one to the east in its design – the stone dias, and the intricate machine in its center, refracting light onto the thing in the middle.

This time, however, you see a group of three occultists, hooded and robed, doing battle with what appears to be a black vapor, darting back and forth through the room. Flashes of silver follow in its wake, and it is almost too fast for you to follow it as it strikes at its attackers. A few dead or unconscious occultists lay on the ground.

In the middle of all this chaos, it looks to be exceeingly difficult to get at the corpse part.

 No.729609

>>729605
>>729604
Everypony Jack laughs. "If you think that's funny, then get this – my father got the name from a newspaper comic he got when he was out at sea. Some are named after gods, others are named in the hopes of great destinies. Me, I'm named after a doodle in the funnies."

Jack looks down at Shei, then scoffs. "Do you think that it might have been because someone of his description has been kicked out of Ecclesian territories before, and was turned away at the gates for getting all clammy and nervous when asked to submit his possessions for a dangerous and illegal materials check?"
"Definitely had nothing to do with that," Gadriel says with an eye-roll.

>>729605
"She is, yes. If you'll submit to that illegal materials check like I asked, then I can allow you to see her. But given the nature of her mission, then I certainly can't let any danger come her way. It's strictly policy, you know how it is."

>>729602
>>729598
Zjetya and River both look like they're about to speak up. From the way they're turning, they seem like they're going to point to Sugar. But it's actually Spitshine who blurts out, "Protect Sugar, above all else."

Sugar casts her eyes off to the side, annoyed but not protesting. "If that's what helps you fight better, then okay."

Pryce opens up the zipper, revealing beyond it a swirling pathway of blending light and sound. Reality has fragmented as a result of the Anomaly opening, and as such, sensations and fragments of creation blend together in a whirling synesthesia.

>roll to proceed through, Tough applies

 No.729610

>>729608
"S-spark!" Flaming cries out in surprise, reaching out across the table to try and snatch up the errant little dragon in her hooves, using her cloven hoof to pry the dice from his teeth. "What are you doing, those aren't for fetching, they're just for rolling, see?" She says, throwing them out again just as a test roll while holding on to Spark.
[1d10]

She looks up to Regina as she offers an explanation on the room, turning her head, "Huh… so the occultists are fighting something. The question is, is that thing they're fighting on our side? Is it something even worse than the occultsists and we should help them? Journey, Box, what do you two think? I want to say we should just dive in hooves swinging, if anything both of them will be easier to fight while they're distracted with each other."

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.729612

>>729609
Pryce nods as Spitshine instructs to protect Sugar.

Pryce stares into the opening of the zipper and the swirling mix of realities and space. While they've heard of the anomalies plenty, this is the first he's gotten this close to seeing the opening of one. He steps forward, entering first to be a bridge for the others to follow or hold onto him if they need aid, spreading his wings for stability as he feels the pathway pull in all ways.
>Flight [1d10]

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.729613

>>729609

"Well, that shouldn't matter," Amy insists. "Even if he is excommunicated, he's still a Savior. We're trying to save the world. And, we're going to be risking our lives in Tartarus tomorrow. He should be allowed to see his mom before we go into literal hell!"

[1d10+2] Mantra of Equality with compassion

Roll #1 1 + 2 = 3

 No.729614

>>729609
>updated hits for correct value when using a shield until Sphere of Life officially obtained

Opting not to use the rifle for what sounds like a multitude of smaller enemies, Leather Cloak arms his forehoof with his kite shield and makes to enter the breach. He looks resolutely to the others, offering a grin before pulling some of his cloth wrappings up over his muzzle.

[1d10] unto the breach, Tough

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.729615

>>729609
Shei grimaces at the fact that Everypony Jack has heard what happened in Liilane "I ruined a family dinner! That doesn't mean I'm out for blood. For miracle's sake, I've spent a year being chased by demons and angels just so I secure their lives in peace. Can you blame me for how I've reacted when I came to lilane learning they discarded me to follow another. Yes! I'll submit to that check, I've secured all my belongings, I have nothing illegal on me I think."

Shei-Sher starts stripping down his coat and making a show of putting all his items on the floor. "A mission? What do you have my mother doing?"

 No.729618

>>729612
>>729614
https://youtu.be/aU7Erb2LrHM

You step into the whirling current, which at your hooves feels like the roar of a vicious ocean current. River and Zjetya grab ahold of the kids instinctively, clutching them close as they move as a group.

[1d10+1] River/Spitshine
[1d10+1] Zjetya/Sugar

But with almost a comedic whistling sound, Pryce is swept off his hooves the moment he tries to spread his wings to balance himself. The whirling of the unstable currents of chaos threaten to toss him out into oblivion, but he just barely manages to hook the edge of his hoof on the zipper that the Scuttlebutts apparently made.

"PRYCEEEEEE!!!" River screams in desperation. "Grab him! Anyone!"

"Toss the chain!" Spitshine shouts.

>>729615
>>729613
Jack seems to just ignore Amy as he and his guards rifle through Shei's belongings. Gadriel offers his own as well.

"Fine, go on ahead," Jack says. "She's in the central guild hall. We're having her oversee the reeducation process. As a former slave of the griffons, she's best suited for conditioning the goats to live in a way conducive with Ecclesia's mission. We can't let any old ethnic tensions get in the way of our overarching goal of world peace. The goats will live in the same ways that the rest of us live. That'll build a much better harmony between the races, and it'll hopefully cut down on all the tribal violence that's been breaking out at the refugee camps in other settlements."

Roll #1 2 + 1 = 3 / Roll #2 10 + 1 = 11

 No.729619

>>729610
>"He probably doesn't want to be left out of all the fun!" Box laughs. "Make him a sheet for the next game."
>Regina reaches out delicately and scratches the top of Spark's head with her claw. One wrong move and she could crush him, yet she does no harm. Spark obediently rubs against her claw with a purr.

Back to the game.

Chester turns to you and Great Voyage. "Me and Voyage can distract them while you get the corpse part, Sheimy. You're best suited to grab it, cause of your magic!"
"I'll take whatever side seems to be losing – the occultists at this rate," Great Voyage says. "If I know anything about vampires, this is probably a thrall or familiar trying to resurrect it!"
"Great, we've got our plan with no time to spare!" Box says. "Ready?"

 No.729620

>>729618
With his footing already strong and hooves planted, Leather instinctively reaches out to grab Pryce and pull them towards the group.

"Come on Pryce, we're not getting separated again so soon."

[1d10] help w/ Tough

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.729622

>>729618

Amy simply glares and seethes, but says nothing.

 No.729623

>>729618
>>729620
Pryce holds tight to the zipper as the current sweeps him off his hooves. His eyes widen in shock at how quickly he's pulled away, but he doesn't panic, clutching onto the one steady hold he has. And hearing River's scream of desperation, he can't let himself fall away and cause more of that. He pulls on the zipper to get him back on the path, reaching into his cloak and throwing out the length of rope he looted during their earlier trek through Threecoin towards Leather as he reaches out to him.
>Back on path [1d10]

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.729625

>>729619
Flaming chuckles as Regina scratches his head. "I don't know Box, I think Sparks is a little young. I don't know if he grasps the finer points of playing W&W yet. He'd probably just eat his sheet, the silly guy." She puts him down on top of the table, rolling the dice gently from now on so as not to overly excite him.

"'I think that sounds like a great idea! You keep them distracted, I'll go for the part!' And then, Sheimy waits for the two of them to grab their attention and sneaks along the sides of the room to the back so that she can get at the dias. Rolling stealth…"

[1d10]

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.729626

>>729625
Flaming's eyes pop open as she looks at her roll. "Oh shit."

 No.729627

>>729618
"Thank you." Shei-Sher puts his jacket back on along with several other cumbersome items he hoists onto himself.

He leaves the guard station and waves his weather staff to clear the sky before ambling to the guild hall Shei-perd was said to be at.
[1d10] clear the sky

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.729628

>>729627

Amy follows.

"I'm sorry," she says quietly.

 No.729630

>>729628
"Sorry for what?"

 No.729631

>>729620
>>729623
In her panic, River starts to reach out for Pryce, but she ends up starting to lose her own stability as the currents sweep around her. In a moment of clearheadedness brought on by sheer danger, Pryce takes hold of Leather and pulls himself back down to the ground, grabbing ahold of River in the process. Together with Zjetya and Sugar, the six of you link arms and tails and wings, forming a big interlinked blob of pony mass as you trek through the synesthesia waves. Colors, sounds, feelings, heat, cold… it all blends together as the current washes over you, assailing your senses.

Struggling to maintain your sense of reality, you reach the other side, and wrench open a second zipper floating in the air. With it now open, you are able to tumble forward, and hit the sweet, sweet stable ground.

But your rest isn't very pleasant, for an awful smell of foetid sea-water and grime hits you.

You seem to be in the midst of a ruin of a once-great city built along the sea. Crumbling walls surround you. Hollow shells of once-magnificent homes and businesses lay all around, like the corpses of giants. A shattered castle casts a shadow over the city from the far north.

The party takes a moment to catch their breath rather than pay this hellhole too much mind. River refuses to let go of either Pryce or the kids, and Zjetya is sandwiched between them all. She seems to enjoy it actually.

>>729622
>>729627
Gadriel bows quietly to the guards, then follows you away. You take the directions of passerby as you enter a long wooden hall near the center of the town, similar in style to the longhouses of Lilane. There are many offices and suites inside, populated by busy-looking Ecclesians of the Laity division. When asked, they point you to a rounded meeting hall on the northern end of the longhouse. Inside, you see that the chairs and tables have been appropriated into more of a classroom setting. The seats are filled with goats, and writing utensils and papyrus lay before them. Shei-perd is at the front, before a blackboard, writing on it with chalk. She seems to be giving a lecture on proper Ecclesian Equish, and is in the midst of admonishing against the use of the goat pidgin. She doesn't seem to notice Shei on entry.

 No.729632

>>729630

"I don't know…" Amy says with her ears back. "It just felt like the right thing to say."

>>729631

Amy looks around at everything she sees with disgust.

 No.729633

>>729631
Shei-Sher takes a seat if there is one and watches the lesson.

 No.729634

>>729625
You slink along the walls, taking cover in the shadows cast by the statues of battling monsters and saints that line the walls, while Great Voyage and Chester take to the battlefield, joining the very-confused occultists in their struggle against the vapor that continues to route and slash them.

It all happens in an instant– you see an opening, you make a break for it, you reach for your hat, and just as you take it off to pull out something with Hat Magic,

A young pony, dressed in a dashing black tuxedo, appears before you. His skin is pale white, his eyes are blood red, and his fangs are dripping with gore as he laughs – "Ha! Haha! Hahaha! Hahahaha!" His body is partly vapor, manifesting before you as he brings down a long blade from above toward your head.

[1d10+2]

Chester tries to blast out a war cry with lumpet!

[1d10+1] Inspire

Great Voyage tries to attack the shadowy vampire from behind!

[1d10+3] Empower Weapon normal attack

Meanwhile, the occultists make a run for the corpse part!

Roll #1 4 + 2 = 6 / Roll #2 9 + 1 = 10 / Roll #3 7 + 3 = 10

 No.729635

>>729632
"Well don't- I mean It's not needed."

 No.729636

>>729635

"Okay," Amy says, unsure.

 No.729637

>>729631
"RIVER!"
Pryce shouts as she starts to slip in reaching out for him. When his rope is secured by Leather, Pryce grabs her as they pass by each other, pulling them both back to safety and holding onto her tightly.
When they break through onto the other side, Pryce as well refuses to let go of the group after experiencing the first sense of a real potential of loss after their union.

 No.729638

>>729633
>>729632
You two sit in the back, and though the lesson continues on for a little while longer, Shei-perd can only ignore your presence for so long. You see there's an hourglass on her desk up front. There's still about ten or fifteen minutes left in it, but she raises a hoof.

"That's enough for today. We'll save the rest for the next lesson. Go on, I already brought up the assigned readings."

Goats start filing out from the meeting room, paying you no mind. Shei-perd looks at Shei unblinkingly in silence as people leave the room all around her.

 No.729639

>>729631
Happy to have wrappings covering his face due to the fetid smell, Cloak allows the others to collect themselves, not wishing to break up the moment. He instead begins to scan the immediate surroundings for traps that may have been set up around the entrance to this realm.

[1d10] percep

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.729640

>>729634
"My 1 summoned the vampire?!" Flaming shouts in surprise, shaking her head, "Oh, wow, that's… that's really bad. Are we ready to fight him?" She groans, "We gotta be. We prepared for this!"

"Okay, Sheimy jumps back, says… hmmm… what would she say… oh! She says 'Hey, what's so funny? Got a joke, or ARE you one?'" Flaming snickers, "Yeah, she says that! And then, she summons some fireballs!" She rolls the dice, getting excited and forgetting to roll them gently
[1d10+3]

Roll #1 7 + 3 = 10

 No.729642

>>729638
Shei-Sher respectfully waits for every goat to file out of the room before he addresses Shei-perd "There's still sand in the hourglass. I did not mean for you to close the session on my behalf."

 No.729643

>>729642
>>729638

Amy's mood lightens up when the meeting finally gets closer. She starts vibrating with excitement as the tense silence continues.

>>729638
>>729642

"Can I hug her? Would it be bad if I hug her?" Amy asks excitedly, barely able to contain herself.

 No.729644

>>729643
"Maybe keep the hug on reserve for later." Shei says gently

 No.729645

>>729640
>Spark looks at the rapidly-moving die like a cat surveying a jumpy rabbit in the grass. He crouches down and wiggles his bum as he prepares to pounce.

You conjure five fireballs as you dive back from the pony's strike, just barely avoiding a powerful strike. His blade grazes you just barely, but you see blood flying from the wound into his mouth.

>Sheimy 3/5


"That can't be the vampire!" Great Voyage says, as he runs up. "Look! They're trying to grab the corpse part now! This has to be a thrall!"

He charges the pale pony from behind, knocking him from behind at the wall. The pony spins in mid-air, breaking his fall against a statue as he drops his sword. He vanishes into mist, then charges at Great Journey in his misty form!

>"Uh-oh, I can't block that, can I?" LJ asks. "Can I try to dodge?"

>"You can try," Regina answers.

LJ gulps and rolls.

[1d10]

"Ooh! Ooh!" Chester says.
>It's hard to tell if it's Box or Chester frankly.
"Let me join you, Sheimy!"
>OK it's Chester.

Chester blasts the lumpet, and tries to conjure some fire orbs himself.

[1d10+1] Recursion

>Paused


Roll #1 1 = 1 / Roll #2 10 + 1 = 11

 No.729646

>>729637
As you hug River, you feel a very rapid buzzing feeling tapping at your stomach.
"Zjetya…" River grumbles. "Could you just give me a second to get off? No need to rush me."
"Oh I'm not trying to rush you," Zjetya says. You notice that the buzzing is coming from her wings, which are fluttering as rapidly as a hummingbird's as she's squished in this pony sandwich. "Lay there however much you like."
River can't help but scoff. "Changeling mares."

>>729639
It looks like there are, or rather were, some traps set up around here. Up above, in the ruined crevices of attics and bridges between buildings, there are very simplistic and poorly-concealed rock traps, rigged to trip wires near the ground level. Simple bear traps have been scattered underneath garbage littering the ground, and noose snares are rigged up in spots where one would step if they were trying to step around the obvious bear traps.

You seem to have dropped out in the intersection of a few alleyways, leaving you with a path out to the north, west, east and south. You hear quite a bit of rowdy noise coming from the south and west.

>>729642
>>729643
Shei-perd dispassionately looks at Shei. Her gaze seems devoid of almost all but the most bare of connections between her and Shei.

"My class has all the time it needs for their reeducation, but you and I… we only have a day, don't we? Less than that. We only have a little while before you have to go off and do something else."

Her voice is cold, near-deadpan. Gadriel almost looks scared to hear such a voice coming from her.

>Pause; if you want to get in RP before next week, given that Christmas will probably ruin scheduling, go ahead and do so and we can RP intermittently when i'm free

 No.729647

>>729644

Amy makes anxious, dissatisfied doggo sounds.

 No.729648

>>729646
Shei-Sher gets up from his chair "Less than a day really. I just have a couple hours before I need to leave again. There is much that needs attending to, and then after the day is done. I will be gone." Shei speaks in a chipper tone, happy to see his mother and flashing her a smile at the end of his last sentence.

He takes a pouch of coins from his coat "Here it isn't much, but save it for when times are destitute and their purchasing power could multiply. I haven't had much use for money in my travels, so this is most of what I've curated." It's a 100 bits in a leather pouch.

 No.729649

>>729648
>>729646

"What? You're not going to introduce me?" Amy asks, sounding hurt.

 No.729650

>>729649
>>729646
"Oh right! Mother, this is my girlfriend Amy Thest. And Gadriel here, in a way that would be difficult to explain- he is my brother. I love them both very much. I hope you approve."

"I've made lots of friends in my time away. Verily at times, it feels as though they are my family. Actually they are my family and they have been taking good care of me all this time."

 No.729796

>>729649
>>729650
Shei-perd slowly nods, her expression softening only just slightly. The cold distance remains, made hard and immobile through years of separation, due to Shei and Shei-perd having been picked by different slavemasters.

Gadriel takes a hesitant step forward, but he frowns, and hesitates. It is clear he still feels a little like an impostor in this arrangement.

"You were always a little more resilient than the others I had," Shei-perd says. "Even if you didn't always know it yourself. I knew you'd be able to find someone to really call your own, somewhere out there."

She examines your wings and staff, and the scars you've accumulated over your journey's countless battles. "What about your master?"

 No.729797

>>729650

"Awwww," Amy says as she grabs Shei for another hug. She rubs her face against Shei's face. "You love me!"

>>729796

"How many kids did you have?" Amy asks curiously.

 No.729798

>>729797
"Five," she says, and smiles faintly, mostly leaving it at that. "All of them sold off at various young ages. The longest I had any was a few months."

 No.729799

>>729798

"That's a lot…" Amy says as if she's in awe of the very concept.

"I'm sorry you couldn't spend more times with Shei. He's really special. I hope you know that he's in good paws."

"Or hooves…" Amy says as she looks at her own hoof-paws. "Whatever. I guess we're a couple of freaks," she laughs.

 No.729800

>>729799
"Y-yeah," Gadriel adds, emboldened by your words. "We've had our share of trials, and we wouldn't be around if it weren't for him, you know? We'll do right by him."

Shei-perd's cold smile doesn't move or change. "That's… more than I've been able to do. I can trust you to take care of him."

Gadriel starts to look annoyed. "Do you happen to know where your other children are? I'd– I'd like to meet my siblings."

Lifelessly, Shei-perd shrugs.

"…That's all you have to say?" Gadriel asks, his temper growing.

 No.729801

>>729800

"What in Tartarus do you want from her?" Amy blurts out angrily at Gadriel. "It's not like she had a choice in any of it! I'm amazed Shei even found her!"

"Or… Sher…" Amy pauses, screwing her face up in thought. "Is Shei your family name? Have I been calling my boyfriend by the wrong name!?"

 No.729802

>>729797
Shei-Sher recieves the hug in kind, smiling and nuzzling lightly with Amy upon impact. He lets her stay there as he speaks to his mother.

>>729796
> "Even if you didn't always know it yourself. I knew you'd be able to find someone to really call your own, somewhere out there."
"Yes. But to be fair, I was never really a goat Mother. This has been made apparent to me all too well. But even so, you will always be my mother. That could never change."

"Funny you mention my Master, I met with him the previous night. He ascended, to the realm of gods. But not without much grief. He is a desperate God, so if there is anything you may wish for but no one to answer your prayers. I know Crow-ley will answer to anyone."

>>729800
"Gadriel- It's fine." Shei says in a way to chastise.

 No.729803

>>729801
>>729802
"I… don't know," Gadriel says. "She… she's just so cold. Having all her children taken, sold off? I thought she'd be angry, protective, trying to make up for lost time. Not talking to us like this is just some everyday talk."

"It's hard to feel anything for someone who's been a stranger for years," Shei-perd says. "This is all I've known. To fall on him, crying and hugging him, talking about how badly I've missed him – would you prefer I fake what I'm feeling? I can't feel these things."

Gadriel staggers, as if he were punched in the stomach.

>>729802
"I have no wishes for the gods," Shei-perd says. "Ecclesia may mandate our worship, but I have nothing to pray for. My life is what it is. So long as I'm able to live without a chain on my neck, there's not much more I can think of. But, if you want me to pray, I can say something to your master for your safety."

 No.729804

>>729802
>>729803

Amy frowns as Shei-perd talks. Once she is done, Amy approaches Shei-perd and gives her a hug.

It's not her usual aggressive, tight hug. It's just a light, sympathetic hug.

[1d10] for good hug. And, I'm going to argue that compassion applies here!

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.729805

>>729803
Shei-Sher grows uncomfortable as his mother has to spell it out for Gadriel, his eyes downcast. He tries to ignore that she even said it.

When Shei-perd does ask Shei-Sher what she would pray for, he gives it some thought. Understanding what might be within Crow-ley's power and considering what he could want most.
"…No, if you do pray to Crow-ley. Could you pray to him that everyone will remember me well?"

 No.729806

>>729804
>>729805
Shei-perd stiffens as Amy hugs her. Even her body is only faintly warm, and her hooves are downright cold. She remains still, but allows her neck to just barely fold into Amy's.

>>729805
"I will pray for whatever you ask, but remember that you will have to do your part for that. The gods might empower, but mortals act."

 No.729807

>>729806
"I see you are still cut and dry as ever Mother. Well, I did come her for more than simply give my farewell. I want to help the goats prepare for when Tartarus makes its march onto our world. Are there any basements to these houses? Or if there is a cave nearby that will do too. I want to conjure you crops that will be hidden and may flourish without light."

 No.729808

>>729807
"There are caves beneath the hills here, but the Ecclesians retain control of them, using them mainly for storage. You'd probably have better luck trying to get it approved with Jack, rather than keep it hidden."

 No.729809

>>729806

"I understand more than anyone," Amy says in Shei-perd's ear in a soft tone as she continues to hug her. Not soft as in quiet, to be clear. Shei can hear what Amy is saying. The tone is just gentle and soothing.

"I spent over two millenia in Tartarus. After a while, terrible things just make you numb. You can't even bring yourself to be upset about it anymore. And then, when it's finally over, you're not even relieved."

Amy hugs her tighter. Shei-perd may even feel a tear fall on her shoulder. "Things are going to get better, I promise. It's okay to feel now."

[1d10+2] Mantra of Equality with compassion

Roll #1 2 + 2 = 4

 No.729810

>>729808
"hehe right, I would not even think of going behind their back." Shei says with some amount of chagrin. "Why don't we go together." Shei offers Shei-perd to come with them to ask Captain Jack.

>>729809
>"I spent over two millenia in Tartarus
"That's quite the doozy, to be telling ponies so simply."

 No.729811

>>729810

"Everyone's been through bad stuff. There's no point in comparing it. Besides, that was like 200 years ago."

 No.729812

>>729809
Slowly, Shei-perd's voice drifts off, and she, inch by inch, comes closer. You feel two cold hooves curl around your back, and a cheek press into your shoulder. She does not cry like you – it's not certain whether she even can. But if nothing else, she reciprocates your embrace.

>>729810
>>729811
Breaking away from Amy, Shei-perd leads you out of the longhouse, and back toward the many hills within which Commontown resides. Many paths and bridges connect the ground and rooftop levels of the nearby buildings with cave entrances in the rock face. She takes you in through a well-guarded cave system, lit with torches. Many caverns have been given proper doors, beyond which you see rooms full of crates, barrels, satchels, all full of dried, salted rations.

As she leads you, Shei-perd looks over her shoulder. "Anything in particular you wanted to see?"

>paused

 No.729929

>>729582
Hopper grumbles as he's made to perch on top of Lockjaw's head. Lockjaw looks up, trying to get a look at Hopper, but when it turns out that he can't see the top of his own head, he keeps leaning back until he's nearly vertical. With an angry screech, Hopper leaps onto a nearby shelf. He gives you a dirty look with narrow eyes.

 No.729930

>>729929
KP chuckles as Lockjaw tries so hard to see Hopper. He looks to Hopper when he hops off angrily.
>"Come on Hopper, you gotta get along with him. We're all a family here."
He says, putting a hoof on Lockjaw's head to adjust him back down before the deviljho falls over backwards.

 No.729931

>>729930
After you adjust Lockjaw, he gets a good look at you, then turns his head around the upstairs room. Wizingstar has gone back downstairs for now after re-sealing the Anomaly. It takes Lockjaw some time to figure it out, but he eventually realizes that it's just you, him and the other pets in the room now.

Lockjaw wiggles his hips a bit, then hops forward, trying to bump you back with his chin, much like how he tried to challenge Pryce for authority earlier.

 No.729932

>>729931
KP looks to Lockjaw as he gets ready for a pounce, expecting what's coming now after he got rolled over back in Regina's Garden.
>"You got a lotta energy, don't ya Lockjaw? We'll have to think of a good routine for you."
He says, bracing himself to take the bump and give the deviljho a chest bump back.
>[1d10]

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.729933

>>729932
The impact forces you back a few steps, but before he can follow it up, you regain your hoofing and bump him back. Lockjaw growls playfully, tail thrashing as he seamlessly forgets his original goal of taking dominance in favor of fun. He goes for another strike, this time a measured, controlled tail-swipe.

>roll again


Hopper looks onward nervously. Meanwhile, in the background, Pucchini and Katcher amuse themselves by poking around in Wizingstar's storage room, checking under chest lids and fishing around for little baubles or toys they can make off with.

[1d10]

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.729934

>>729933
>"Heh, I won't go down that easily!"
KP says triumphantly, going to hop over Lockjaw's tail like a jump rope and then follow up with a headbutt.
>[1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.729935

>>729934
You spring up, dodging his swipe, and deftly bump your skull against Lockjaw's. He makes a dramatic show of stumbling back, tiny arms swinging at the open air, before he twirls and falls to the ground with a grand thud. Mouth agape and tongue lolling out, he plays dead with one eye half-open.

>YOU DEFEATED


Hopper jumps down from his perch, then pokes Lockjaw's "corpse" with the butt of his staff. Surprisingly, Lockjaw keeps up the act, and doesn't move. Hopper screeches victoriously once he thinks Lockjaw really has been defeated.

Behind you, you hear some tinking and tumbling sounds as a few glass and wooden objects are knocked over on the shelves. Claws and paws scamper as Pucchini and Katcher flee the scene of their rampage.

From downstairs, you hear a hiss. "What's going on up there, child?" Wizingstar's muffled voice asks.

 No.729936

>>729935
KP hops up in cheer.
>"Ha ha! I'm the winner!"
He says joyfully, stepping over to Lockjaw as Hopper gives him some pokes. He gives Hopper a pat as he cheers with him, then gives Lockjaw some scritches under the chin for his effort.
>"You're a really good actor."

He them looks over as Pucchini and Katcher run away from the fallen objects they knocked over, and then to the stairs as Wizingstar calls up.
>"Noooothing. Just playing around."
He says as a kid would when accused and tries to hide the fact.

 No.729937

>>729936
Lockjaw gets back up once he's gotten his fill of all the scratches, deigning to stay by your side instead of challenge you again. His energy has changed somewhat, and he looks more like the way he does around Pryce – strong and ready to fight, but obedient and deferential.

Hopper just looks annoyed when it turns out it was all and act. Lockjaw eyes him, then bends down, lowing the top of his head as if he were bowing. Hopper hesitates with a frown… then reluctantly hops up onto the top of his head. Lockjaw gradually straightens back up until he's at his full height again.

You hear Wizingstar's tiny feet ascending the stairs, and far too late, you notice that both Pucchini and Katcher have snatched up a couple of small rope toys in their mouths. When they hear her coming to investigate the sound, they make a break for you, trying to hide them in your saddlebag.

 No.729938

>>729937
KP looks on as Hopper hops onto Lockjaw, smiling as they seems to get along together.
>"See? Doesn't this feel better?"

When Wizingstar starts to come upstairs, KP doesn't feel that badas the pets did it, not him. But as they run over to him, he quickly turns and tries to shove them back.
>("Guys stop! You can't do that, or pin this on me!")
He says in a hushed voice, trying to keep them from stowing their loot in his bag.
>[1d10]

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.729939

>>729938
Hopper pouts stubbornly, but he cannot help but give off a regal air, as he rides upon the mighty, tiny Lockjaw, magic staff in hand. Since he's perched on Lockjaw's little hat, Lockjaw takes care to keep his head movements even and slow so as not to disturb him.

Katcher and Pucchini are quicker than you, and certainly no slouches when it comes to tactics. They make a break for your sides to get at your saddlebags, but then dive back toward your front as you try to push them outward to the left and right. They duck beneath you, circling around your chest and back to your sides again as they try to stuff in the toys.

About midway through them finagling open the straps on your bag, Wizingstar pokes her head up from the stairs below, catching only the last glimpses of the two pets trying to make a burglar out of you. She gives you a very hard, scrutinizing stare, the kind that makes you feel like you failed a test or botched an essay under her tutelage.

"…Tricky little things, aren't they? Untamed familiars get into all kinds of trouble."

 No.729940

>>729939
KP spins in place, trying futilely to keep the pets at bay. He looks up at Wizingstar as she peeks in while Katcher and Pucchini are opening his bags.
>"Yea, that sounds like pets in general… I don't know how some ponies can have so many."

 No.729941

>>729940
"Nonetheless, you are still responsible, as you are the one in charge of them," she says. "Give me a paw in cleaning this all up, will you?"

She gestures to the small mess that the pets made.

 No.729942

Last time on HolyQuest…

Pryce and Cloak left Halaq's Haircuts looking fresh. Together with KP, Spitshine, Sugar, Zjetya, River and all the pets, they then went across the mercantile district, bound for Wizingstar's Witcheries. It was a very distinct building, to put it mildly – a definite facsimile of stereotypes and popular notions of what Witches' huts are meant to resemble; a haunted house surrounded by its own private overstuffed graveyard, in the midst of a row of otherwise normal abodes and shops.

Once inside, they bought quite a few supplies – a mixture of mundane toys for the pets, and some more useful magical implements. Once they were done and it came time to the matter of pay, Wizingstar asked that they take care of a problem she had with a gang of imp-like creatures called the Scuttlebutts. They were creatures from another World, slipping into this one via an Anomaly. They would occasionally raid Wizingstar's shop and make off with much valuable merchandise. Wizingstar wanted them all dead, and her things recovered.

Pryce, Cloak, Sugar, Spitshine, River and Zjetya went in, leaving KP to take care of the pets while they were gone. They stepped into the Anomaly, and had to traverse a wide, deep stream of distilled reality, pure Chaos, in order to reach the Scuttlebutts' World. They nearly lost Pryce in the process, but managed to make their way across the gap of space and time.

 No.729943

>Pryce
As you hug River, you feel a very rapid buzzing feeling tapping at your stomach.
"Zjetya…" River grumbles. "Could you just give me a second to get off? No need to rush me."
"Oh I'm not trying to rush you," Zjetya says. You notice that the buzzing is coming from her wings, which are fluttering as rapidly as a hummingbird's as she's squished in this pony sandwich. "Lay there however much you like."
River can't help but scoff. "Changeling mares."

>Cloak

It looks like there are, or rather were, some traps set up around here. Up above, in the ruined crevices of attics and bridges between buildings, there are very simplistic and poorly-concealed rock traps, rigged to trip wires near the ground level. Simple bear traps have been scattered underneath garbage littering the ground, and noose snares are rigged up in spots where one would step if they were trying to step around the obvious bear traps.

You seem to have dropped out in the intersection of a few alleyways, leaving you with a path out to the north, west, east and south. You hear quite a bit of rowdy noise coming from the south and west.

 No.729944

>>729943
Leather makes note of the traps and peers further into the western alleyways, careful not to set off any of the traps he saw earlier. He takes only the first corner he has to turn before stopping his scouting, not to get seperated from the others.

[1d10] generic scouting roll cause assume i might need to roll for something

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.729945

>>729944
With few options of getting around the traps, you're forced to pick your way over garbage heaps and avalanches of stone and steel rubble to pick your way down the narrow alleys between abandoned buildings. You round the corner and stop at the sight of sunlight illuminating the end of the corridor.

You are on a hillside, overlooking a terraced port town divided in two by a grotesquely polluted river. Great swathes of the once-prospering town now lay in ruin, and only a few seem to be filled with any life, judging by the boorish jeering and shouting and crude merrymaking you can hear. It seems mostly to be coming from a series of guildhouses centered near a brewery closer to the water's edge. You can't see if there's anyone or anything in the streets near you right now.

 No.729946

https://pastebin.com/RaZG8KLM

>>729943
Pryce starts to laugh in their embrace at the buzzing on his stomach.
"Wh-What's that tickling?"
He questions through the chuckles. When River points out it's Zjetya, and Pryce sees her squished between all of them, he gently looses his grasp, helping her up as they collect their bearings.
"I guess you're doing alright then," He says jokingly to Zjetya, "Are you okay River?"

 No.729947

>>729946
River gives an experimental roll and stretch of her shoulders, wings and legs, then promptly secures her wing-tip around your arm. "Only if I never see a repeat of what just happened ever again."
"Hard to say how often we'll run into these Anomalies, but now we know, right? Don't go through one unless we're all tied up together. Though that's just general good practice as it is."
River buries her face in a wing. Zjetya laughs.

 No.729948

>>729946
>>729945
https://pastebin.com/jbpPAusX

Taking note of where the noise is coming from, Leather returns to the others, making the same trek across trash and stone to avoid setting of traps.

"I trust you're all alright after the trip, then?" he grins, "I've done some basic scouting, there's a great deal of simple traps set up around us, but I found a path that'll get us through to the alleyways. Some of them seem to be partying near a brewery westward."

 No.729949

>>729948
"Were you able to find any lookouts or scouts?" River asks.
"Yeah, I figure if they're vigilant enough to leave traps around here, they're gonna have at least a couple eyes out," Zjetya adds.

 No.729950

>>729947
"Don't worry, I don't plan on going anywhere like that again."
He says assuredly. It takes a second for Zjetya comment to get through, his face going a bit red.
"Let's uh, keep it to wings and focus on these imps first."

>>729948
Pryce turns and nods.
"We're all good now. Simple traps then? How dangerous do you think these imps are based on hat you saw of those?"

 No.729951

>>729949
"Myself? No. But I've seen where such scouts may hide. Up atop the buildings there are scaffolding and planks that make for runways between the rooftops. I was considering possibly setting up with my rifle there, but that would mean forgoing my ability to protect one of you."

He looks west, rubbing a hoof over his beard, "Though, perhaps I could pick them off like such and force them to come to us instead."

>>729950
"Bear traps and rockfalls are no joke. Despite their crudeness, they will prove painful if we don't show vigilance."

 No.729952

>>729951
>>729950
River and Zjetya ponder their options.
"In either case, they have the territorial advantage," River says. "We are strangers to this town, whereas even if they only made cursory passes through here, they know the land better than we."
"Yeah, we'd be better off trying to get somewhere they can't easily ambush us," Zjetya says. "Take out a few with a surprise attack, maybe lure 'em down a tight bottleneck with not a whole lot of ways around. That sounds safer than going to them, anyway… but we still have to get the goods they stole."

 No.729953

>>729952
"Another thing to consider, the imps are not immune to their own traps if we are to change their placement. Sure the rockfalls may be immobile, but moving bear traps may work to our advantage."

 No.729954

>>729951
"Not too advanced, but they'll know this area in and out then no doubt."

>>729952
>>729953
"Wizingstar mentioned they fear blue, right? We could prepare an area to throw them off as well, in case there's more than we expected."
Pryce suggests, taking off his bracelet and attempting to conjure some blue paint.
>Hat Magic [Paint] [1d10]

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.729955

>>729952
>>729954
>[1d10]

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.729956

>>729953
>>729954
"Yeah, they're suckers for authority and they fear the color blue," Zjetya says. "Weird things to go on, but it's something."
"So, shall we look for a suitable ambush point?" River asks. "I'd scout from above but that'd risk getting seen by any lookouts – and the Stars help me if they've archers."

Pryce conjures three buckets of blue paint for their use, as well as a couple brushes for good measure.

 No.729957

>>729956
>>729953
Pryce hands the buckets and brushes to the others.
"I can scout safely, enough for a look to get an idea of what we can do."
Pryce offers, singing a short hymn to shroud himself from view for scouting.
>Limerick of the Desert Mist [1d10]

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.729958

>>729957
You turn yourself totally invisible. River and Zjetya hop with surprise. And, since the spell normally produces a partial invisibility that does not break from actions taken, you can act three times without breaking it.

 No.729959

>>729956
"I don't have the wings my partner does, but if I can-
>>729957
Cloak blinks, raising his eyebrows, "Pryce..?"

 No.729960

>>729958
"I'll be right back, sit tight."
Pryce says, flying up into the air to scout out the area in this realm.
>Flight [1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.729961

>>729959
"I'm still here. It's one of the song spells I learned, it makes me invisible for a short time."

 No.729962

>>729961
Cloak nods, understanding. "Right, we'll wait for you to return with an idea of where to set up."

 No.729963

>>729645
As Spark gets ready to pounce on the die while it rolls across the table, Flaming looks at him, chuckling as she picks him up and holds him against her chest, "You know, if we can't beat the vampire, we could always send in Spark to knock over his piece! I'm sure that'll get the job done."

Flaming looks at the board while rubbing Spark's head, nodding, "Right! A thrall is still pretty dangerous though, but I'm sure we can handle it no problem."

As LJ flubs his roll to avoid the attack, Flaming winces. "Ooooh. Okay, that isn't good. Time for Princess Sheimy to save the valiant Great Voyage! Sheimy shouts out 'Watch out, Voyage!' as she prepares her fireball attack, charging up a huge storm of fire and brimstone to burn the thrall with all the heat of a small sun!" She says, getting extremely enthusiastic as she grabs at all the dice again, rolling them to the board (and holding on to Spark so he doesn't go chasing after them
[1d10] / [1d10] / [1d10] / [1d10] / [1d10] Homing Attack fires

Roll #1 4 = 4 / Roll #2 5 = 5 / Roll #3 8 = 8 / Roll #4 9 = 9 / Roll #5 1 = 1

 No.729964

>>729963
[1d10] And one more for a Storm Bolt attack, critfail 3- for three attacks on the Thrall

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.729965

>>729959
"Oh, on that note," Zjetya says. "You got any names picked out yet?"

>>729960
It's hard to pick out precise details from how badly ruined the town is, but as you fly over the rooftops, you see a cluster of about four buildings, which seem to be the nexus of activity for the Scuttlebutts. It's centered on a red-light street, where the warehousing district meets with the commercial district, perched on the edge of the sewage-green seawater like an alcoholic about to barf up a stream of regret. Neon signs and bright tacky signboards mark the buildings' facades, and colorful, graphic graffiti stain the walls.

There's the Ankh, a two-story building which seems to have once been a combination brothel and tavern, which is next to the proud and prominently-labeled Thieves' Guildhouse. Across from them is a Brewery with a defaced signboard, robbing you of the ability to see who owned it, and then there's Mattress Tag's Furnishings – the largest of the four buildings, and the one which seems to have the most Scuttlebutts wandering about.

As for the Scuttlebutts themselves, they are grotesque little things, hunched, often malformed, with ugly swathes of patchy sand and concrete-colored fur, mixed with rocklike scales covering their backs and shoulders. Many wear little red conical hats with white tufts at the end. Others, who are taller and look to be of a higher status than the smaller ones, have on paper crowns of various colors. They're all occupied in various flavors of violent debauchery, merry-making, raiding and gluttony, drinking and fighting and drawing graffiti and defacing public property and loitering. It's impossible to tell how many there are in this area.

 No.729966

>>729965
"Ah, I was talking with the metal one.. Mirror-something about this earlier. Glass thinks she's so clever giving the two matching names just because ours happened to match up nicely. She was thinking Mirror Coat for one of them since it relates to both our names, then Smoke Screen for the other because she wants to raise 'em in the family business."

He chuckles nervously, looking to the side abashedly, "I'm no good with coming up with those sort of things, so I'm happy with her choices. All I hope is that they get along."

 No.729967

>>729965
Pryce grimaces as he flies over the slum that the Scuttlebutts made home. Whatever this town used to be like, it's a ruin that anypony would avoid as much as possible now. When he finds counting is pointless, Pryce continues flying, looking for a any sign of where the stolen goods would be.

 No.729968

>>729965
>>729967
>Scout [1d10]

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.729969

>>729966
"You mean Mirror Image," Zjetya smirks. "'Metal one' can apply to like three people out of our whole army. I'll get that flow chart to you once we're safely back in our own world."

River looks a little more pensive. "It'd be best if we don't see those children."

Zjetya turns to her with a shocked look.

"Have you forgotten?" River asks. "Our souls are stewing with Magatsuhi and Dhyana from our proximity to the angels and demons of our party. Even if it is benevolent, we need regular purging to keep our sanity. What should happen if an infant's soul should be exposed to it?"

This is a problem that Ecclesia is well-acquainted with. You can roll knowledge for more precise info.

>>729967
You see that a portion of the ceiling in the furniture warehouse has collapsed. Ladders have been stacked up below to turn the rooftop into a makeshift rampart. Inside, the sofas, couches, recliners, love seats, and so on have been gathered near a display floor in the back. Several crates that look like those you saw in Wizingstar's shop have been stacked on top, their contents spilled out like they would be in a dragon's hoard.

Many tall Scuttlebutts lounge about in this fortress of furniture. At the top of the pile sits the biggest Scuttlebutt, a buff looking gray one with slapped-together armor of studded leather and twisting, spiked metal, a barbarian straight off an album cover, complete with skull helmet and double-headed axe. He seems to be covetously cradling a strange cylindrical parcel, wrapped in colorful paper, with two tied ends. He's holding it, studying it, as if it were a complex puzzle box.

 No.729970

>>729969
>has Leather actually listened to the nurses constant reminders to Glass why she can't go to Tartarus with him. [1d10]

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.729971

>>729970
>>729969
"I remember the nurses warning Glass about something like that. They've got all sortsa defense for something like that at the outpost I'm sure, but they probably wouldn't approve of the visit."

 No.729972

>>729970
You don't know much of the specifics, but you do know of Ecclesia's constant struggle with the Congregation and their demon hunter mercenary corps. Demon's souls and angel's souls both exude energies that affect the world around them, particularly the souls of other living beings. Demons produce Magatsuhi, while angels produce Dhyana. Ecclesia has had far too few opportunities to study an angel's soul, as far as you know, but Magatsuhi is far more known. Excessive exposure to Magatsuhi, if not purged regularly, can produce hallucinations, madness, contagious illness and disease, contagious physical deformities, and even a kind of "phantom possession" – in which one shows all signs of being possessed, without actually having another spirit in one's body. Rumors hold that there are far more, far worse effects of Magatsuhi Overexposure that Ecclesia does not talk about. Of course, anyone who gets to an incurable state is immediately executed with full honors, so you don't know what the worst stages might be.

 No.729973

>>729969
Pryce peers down into the warehouse through the opening in the roof, all the stolen supplies hoarded away inside. He eyes what appears to be the leader, assuming his gear might be the worst they'll have to deal with, mostly crude but still pretty damaging if they get hit.
Pryce starts to make his way back, tracking out a path they could use to get to the warehouse, as well as any chokepoints they could use for their earlier plan of moving the traps around.
>Return Scout [1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.729974

>>729971
"Probably for the best," Zjetya says. "We'll settle for pictures."
"Didn't know you cared so much for foals," River says.
"You didn't think a changeling would like talking about raising families?" Zjetya asks.
River pauses, then shuts her eyes and taps her head. "Riiiiiight…"

>>729971
>>729973
Pryce sees a lane due east of their position that might be suitable. The southern end intersects with both alleyways and busier main roads, while the middle portion has no connecting roads. The northern end has only a single road connecting to it, running west to east. It'd make for a tricky escape, but it could be used to funnel them down a single pathway with some ingenuity.

He makes it back, invisibility wearing off in the middle of the conversation between River and Zjetya, who hop again with surprise when he returns to reality.

"Oh!" River says. "Find anything good?"

 No.729975

>>729974
>>729971
Pryce lands back down, nodding to River.
"I found all the supplies they stole, all together in a warehouse in the middle of what looks like a slum section of a city. The bad news though is there is too many of those Scuttlebutts to count. Sneaking or fighting our way in will be tough, but we could move those traps as Leather said so we can cover our escape."

 No.729976

>>729974
"She's taking up art to pass the time, I'd have her do a portrait of the family once they're out, but she's the type to get her posters rejected for over-exaggerated-"

>>729974
>>729975
"Combat totally out of the equation then. What of drawing their forces to one section of the city while others transport the supplies?"

 No.729977

>>729976
"There's a tavern, a guildhouse, and a brewery there we could use for a distraction. There wasn't much else left, and that's where they're all gathering. They almost seem to look like they're celebrating a holiday."

 No.729978

>>729976
"Over-exaggerated…?" Zjetya asks with interest. "Go on…?"

>>729976
>>729975
River raises her wing.
"Yes, you, in the white," Zjetya says, pointing at her.
"Wizingstar said they were suckers for authority, right? Perhaps there's some kind of command structure we can take advantage of. Taking out a higher-ranked one may serve to destroy their morale or upset their ability to coordinate an attack. If we get the right one, we may even throw them into a panic, and make them more susceptible to landing in their own traps."

 No.729979

>>729978
"There's one in the warehouse that's bigger than the rest, and armored. If any of them are the leader it would be that one. He seems fascinated with some toy, so he could be easy to get a sneak attack on."

 No.729980

>>729978
"She's still working on anatomy." Cloak says curtly.
>>729979
Cloak raises his hoof, unstrapping his rifle from his back, replacing it with his shield, and slinging the strap around his neck,
"Assassinations are my specialty. If the warehouse has windows, I can get up on a rooftop and take out the big man without any fuss. Only takes one bullet, and none of us have to risk going in the building proper. All that would be needed is diverting the panicked crowd out of the building."

 No.729981

>>729980
"There's a large opening in the roof that you can see right through to him. It was the tallest building, so that'll be the only vantage point you'll have unless we try to lure him elsewhere."

 No.729982

>>729980
"There's quite a market among demons for that kind of thing, I hear."

>>729979
>>729980
"Yeah, if you can kill or injure the big one, we can handle diverting them toward an area of our choosing," Zjetya says.
River moves over toward one of the bear traps, producing tools from her bag to help her disarm it. "Depending how well this all goes, we may still be in need to hot-hoof it out of here. We should try to disarm some of these, and move them to our ambush site."

>Paused

 No.730151

Last time on HolyQuest…

Shei and Amy met with Shei-perd, Shei's estranged birth mother, in the middle of one of her lectures as a re-educator in Commontown. She was cold, clinical, almost lifeless as she spoke with her biological son, who had come a very long way from his days of slavery under Crow-ley's roof. She was proud that he had attained his own family, a special somepony, and even a new brother, but it was the pride one might feel only for one's countrypony or kin, not the pride of a mother. Shei wanted to leave a special supply of food for the goats to take, on the chance that, provided Amy and Shei succeed in Tartarus, they might lead the goats away in independent exodus from Ecclesia's yoke, and establish their own sovereign nation.

Pryce and Cloak proceeded into the abandoned town on the other side of the Anomaly, where they discovered that the Scuttlebutt raiders had set up their rowdy encampment in the ruins of the port, at the street where the mariners' warehouses met the inn district. After some preliminary scouting, they determined a lane that could be used to funnel the Scuttlebutts, turning them into easy pickings with some appropriated traps.

Flaming continued her game of tabletop with LJ, Box and Regina. After securing the first corpse part of the terrible Vrykolakas from the cultists, they began to realize that something was amiss with their mission… and that assembling all three corpse parts for the Machine-King would risk bringing the vampire back to unlife. They would need to destroy the vampire's heart once they managed to find the torso, in order to prevent that. So, heading down the northern tunnel, they found cultists engaged in a battle with a thrall, a well-dressed stallion, armed with a blade and a strange laugh. Killing him would bring them that much closer to victory.

 No.730152

>Cloak
"There's quite a market among demons for that kind of thing, I hear."
"If she takes more… uh… family-friendly commissions, maybe we could get a picture of us done?" River asks, then blushes. "Or, perhaps that's a bit too early to think about."

>Cloak, Pryce

"Yeah, if you can kill or injure the big one, we can handle diverting them toward an area of our choosing," Zjetya says.
River moves over toward one of the bear traps, producing tools from her bag to help her disarm it. "Depending how well this all goes, we may still be in need to hot-hoof it out of here. We should try to disarm some of these, and move them to our ambush site."

>Amy

Slowly, Shei-perd's voice drifts off, and she, inch by inch, comes closer. You feel two cold hooves curl around your back, and a cheek press into your shoulder. She does not cry like you – it's not certain whether she even can. But if nothing else, she reciprocates your embrace.

>Amy, Shei

Breaking away from Amy, Shei-perd leads you out of the longhouse, and back toward the many hills within which Commontown resides. Many paths and bridges connect the ground and rooftop levels of the nearby buildings with cave entrances in the rock face. She takes you in through a well-guarded cave system, lit with torches. Many caverns have been given proper doors, beyond which you see rooms full of crates, barrels, satchels, all full of dried, salted rations.

As she leads you, Shei-perd looks over her shoulder. "Anything in particular you wanted to see?"

>Flaming

>Spark playfully chews your hoof-tip as you hold him close. He's apparently feeling quite feisty in this warm morning sun.

The pale thrall sinks his teeth into Great Voyage's neck before he can dodge. You see the mighty warrior's flesh begin to wither as the thrall feasts upon his blood. Bones begin to stick out from beneath skin, and veins bulge and pulse as blood flows away from them.

>GV 0/3


>LJ starts to sweat and pale from the dreadful description. Wordlessly, with a trembling hoof, he grabs a die, but Regina raises her claw. "Not finished."


But, before the thrall can finish him off, Sheimy blasts the thrall with a blazing storm, knocking him across the room! The thrall curses, blood dripping from his smoking mouth. Much of his body is now missing, but the smoldering wounds slowly start regenerating. He lunges across the room, and his hoof transmogrifies into a grisly bat's claw. He swipes at Sheimy again, raking his claws deep across her side. As she falls, he grabs his sword, raising it to strike a killing blow. But, from the corner of his eye, he spies a mass of fireballs surrounding Chester's head. The thrall turns and springs toward Chester, trying to interrupt the coming onslaught!

[1d10+2]

>Sheimy 0/4


>"Now you can roll," Regina says.

>LJ nervously rolls. "I'll get up!"

[1d10]

Chester laughs maniacally, tossing his head back like a villain in his own right.
>Box grabs a plethora of dice, shaking them eagerly. "FIRE!"

[6d10]

Roll #1 10 + 2 = 12 / Roll #2 5 = 5 / Roll #3 1, 2, 6, 9, 3, 4 = 25

 No.730153

https://pastebin.com/RaZG8KLM

>>730152
>>729980
"We still need to plan how to get in there to begin with. My song only affects myself, and with all the scuttlebutts in that block we can't exactly sneak in easily either. What do you think Leather?"

 No.730154

>>730152

"I've always wanted to see those pretty lights," Amy says, totally misunderstanding the question. "What do they call it? Up in the sky in the north?"

 No.730155

>>730152
>Swapping from shield to rifle, 15/6

"Very well, if I can get one of my flying companions to assist me in getting to a vantage point, I do believe we can get this plan underway."

Leather Cloak looks to the buildings, seeing if any of the rubble would make an easy way up for an earth pony.
[1d10] percep

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.730156

>>730152
Flaming giggles as Spark bites at her hoof-tip, "You REALLY wanna chase something, huh? Maybe after this, we can go for a walk and let you burn off some of that energy."

Flaming turns her attention back to the game, pumping her hooves as she manages to knock the Thrall across the floor. "ALL RIGHT! Feel Sheimy's fiery wrath, you undead spawn!"
She winces, "Ooooh… that counter attack though. I'm starting to realize maybe throwing more dice at the problem isn't always the best idea… but at least we got him injured! We just need to finish him off, go for it Box! Uh, I mean…"
"Ahem… 'Chester! It's up to you! Light him up with the power of our fiery friendship!'" She pauses, "Maybe that's a little over-board…"

She grabs a dice, and throws it along the table to recover
[1d10]

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.730157

>>730154
"Those are called the Daughters of Ratren, or the Roses of the Morn," Shei-perd answers. "Myth and folklore hold that the lights – the daughters of the god of mornings – are out making merry with the many sons of Levotk, god of the ocean, for they principally take place over the northern ocean."

>>730153
>>730155
Cloak notices that one of the nearby buildings has enough of a landslide of debris and an opening in its second floor, as well as a gap in the ceiling. It looks like a catapult volley caused this collapse. There's enough stacked up there that he could probably get his way up on his own, though it's a mite treacherous.

 No.730158

>>730157

"Ooooh, so it's like a big orgy…" Amy says with admiration and awe.

"Now I REALLY want to see it!"

 No.730159

>Forgot the canonization in my name

>>730158
Shei-perd snorts. "Don't let the officers hear you say that, otherwise they'll have you lashed. Folktales in that vein are regarded as nothing more than elaborate poetic expressions for the glory of the gods' creation, and metaphors for the union of the faithful to the divine."

 No.730160

>>730159

Amy laughs impishly. "They already hate me. Besides, I'd probably like that," she adds with a wink.

 No.730161

>>730156
>Regina winces as she sees LJ's die land on a 5. "That's always the worst part about the system, those near miss–"
>Then, without warning, Spark slips out of your hooves and knocks LJ's die over, turning it to a 6. Regina snorts. "Looks like someone wants you to succeed. Alright, I'll allow it once, but I do have a houserule for things like this."

Chester's flame volleys blow away more of the Thrall's body, even blasting one of his forearms to smoke. But with inequine strength, he pushes through and brings his sword down on Chester's chest, knocking him to the ground.

>Chester 0/4


The thrall's attention turns to the cultists dismantling the magical sun-globe and the machinery preserving it. Despite his wounds, he turns to mist again, swirling about them in a black miasma…

[1d10+2] Cleave vs 2

>"Great Voyage will heal Sheimy!" LJ says.

>"Chester will get back up," Box says.

[1d10+2] Heal
[1d10] Recovery

Roll #1 3 + 2 = 5 / Roll #2 8 + 2 = 10 / Roll #3 5 = 5

 No.730162

>>730155
>>730157
"I can guide you along the way, and with my song I can guide you without much risk."
Pryce then looks to River, Zjetya, Spitshine, and Sugar.
"It will probably be safer if you four set up the escape routes to keep them contained if they start to scatter."

 No.730163

>>730160
She tilts her head. "…How did someone like you ever get involved with Ecclesia?"

 No.730164

>>730163
>>730160
Shei-Sher's eyes shift between his mother and Amy, delightfully, though quizzically, surprised she's taken a liking to Amy.

"Uhhmmm, somewhere with soft clay, even better if it's a large basin of a room. And the deeper the better." Shei-Sher walks up ahead motioning that he needs to travel deeper inside the cave for a good spot to grow the agriculture.

 No.730165

>>730162
The four nod, and start to assist River with pulling up the snare and bear traps that can be safely disarmed and appropriated. Looks like Spitshine's skills are coming most in handy for this one. He quickly takes the lead, walking the others through with some tips on how to safely disable the Scuttlebutts' crude contraptions.

 No.730166

>>730157
>>730162
"Right-o, let's perform a collaborative assassination."

Leather starts to head towards the rubble that leads up to the buildings, looking to Pryce. "Care to spot me, should I stumble?"

[1d10] Climb

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.730167

>>730161
Flaming groans at the initial result of Journey's die, but looks over as Spark breaks free of her grip and knocks over the die, changing it to a 6. She smiles, beginning to laugh as she holds at her sides, "HAHAHAHAHAHA! H-hey guys, don't worry: it looks like we have a guardian dragon looking out for us who wants us to succeed."

She snickers, letting Spark do as he pleases for now as she looks up at Regina, "Thanks, Regina… and sorry about him, I think he's really hyper this morning for some reason. He usually sleeps in a little later." She picks up her die again as she groans, "It's okay, I'm sure I'll get up this time. Keep the pressure on him, guys, we almost got him! don't let him get away!"
[1d10] Rolling to recover

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.730168

>>730163

"Eh, it's not that weird," Amy says, waving a dismissive hoof-paw. "Anyone who wants to do the right thing will naturally team up."

"Even if we disagree… A lot," she adds in a sort of grumble.

 No.730169

>>730164

"What are we doing here anyway?" Amy asks, looking around as if she's only just now noticed where she is.

 No.730170

>>730166
>>730165
As the others take care of the traps, Pryce turns to Leather and nods.
"You can count on me, I'll have you covered."
Pryce says, spreading his wings to fly and keeping a check on Leather while he starts up the mountain of rubble.
>Guide [1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.730171

>>730167
"After raising up, Sheimy charges up her magical horn of flame once more to fire upon the thrall before it has a chance to turn into mist and escape! She shouts, 'Feel my fire, you meanie!'"
>Using Magic Bolt in lieu of getting up, keeping the 7
>Magic Botl lets me roll twice and keep the stronger result so here goes!
[1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.730172

>>730163
>>730168
> "…How did someone like you ever get involved with Ecclesia?"
"Ecclessia are more begotten from sacrilege than what leads on. I should know, as I used to keep a congenial court with some of their founders before the firmament fell. Nay, I would not be surprised at all to find more people of Amy's ''caliber'' within their higher ranks."

>>730169
>>730163
Shei-Sher this speaking to both Amy and Gadriel

"I want to leave behind a garden that can supply ample staples for agriculture. That way when the doors to Tartarus open up and the demons run wild -well even moreso- amok the surface the goats will have a resource hidden away they can rely on. If circumstances become so extreme, they may even be driven to subterranean lives."

 No.730173

>>730171
>>730167
>Sheimy 5/5
The Thrall's claws flash amidst the darkness, nearly liberating the cultists' heads from their necks, but Sheimy's quick fireball pierces the black mist, and knocks the thrall's singed corporeal form out of the dark! He spins about, his body having accumulated many wounds over the course of this fight, and with a growl leaning on desperation, he begins to chant an evil incantation…

[1d10+2] Avatar: Vrykolakas

>"Not if we can help it!" Great Voyage calls, running headlong into a running tackle!


[1d10+2] Empower Weapon attack

Chester tries to get up again.

[1d10]

Roll #1 4 + 2 = 6 / Roll #2 3 + 2 = 5 / Roll #3 5 = 5

 No.730174

>>730166
>>730170
Though some of the looser bits of concrete and stone come loose and tumble under Cloak's hooves, Pryce points out stable landings where he can regain his balance. As such, he manages to get to the collapsed house's second floor without much trouble. You find a short staircase nearby, and after some experimental steps, determine that it's safe to take to the top.

Upon the rooftop, there's a short ledge, with a broken, overturned table and chairs nearby. From here, you can see some of the furniture warehouse where Pryce spotted the Scuttlebutts' meat slab of a chieftan, but a few other buildings between here and there partly obscure your view of the warehouse's windows. You could try a shot from here… but there are some nearby houses, if you're willing to risk a jump to another rooftop.

>In other words: A shot from here is DC 7 due to distance and obstructions, but if Cloak succeeds a DC 5 agility roll, the shot is reduced to DC 5.


>>730169
>>730172
"Now that kind of information is more than enough to get someone disappeared by the Spooks," Shei-perd warns gravely.

>>730164
>>730168
Shei-perd falls silent at Amy's response, looking pensive as she walks along through the busy corridors. She waits until the various passerby clerks and clerics get out of earshot. "I wonder what will happen when you and they disagree on what the 'right thing to do' actually is."

Gadriel gulps quietly.

Shei-perd eventually finds one of the darker, less-lit rooms deeper within the mountain's many caves. The drip of water echoes through nearby tunnels, and the ground underhoof is soft, suggesting an aquifer somewhere below. "Will this do?" she asks Shei.

 No.730175

>>730174
>>730170
"I'm going to jump over to this rooftop and get in position - should I not crash through the ceiling, mind making sure the others have a way to tunnel the crowds out of the warehouse now?" Leather says, readying himself and jumping between buildings to get into position.

>Assassinate: Recharge 4; On success, blends into a nearby crowd or suitable hiding spot. Once hidden, can take an Instant action to instantly kill one target. On a failure, your cover is blown. On a critical blending roll, the assassination autocrits. A critical assassination roll does the job so neatly nobody even realizes the target died.


[1d10+2] Blending Roll

Roll #1 8 + 2 = 10

 No.730176

>>730175
You successfully maneuver across the rooftops, landing light and silent thanks to your advanced assassin's training as a Horror. Gegenschein was the one who taught you, and taught you well – he was quite familiar with the problems that bulkier assassins face, being about three or four times the size of a normal griffon himself.

 No.730177

>>730174
>>730175
Pryce nods, spreading his wings.
"I'll check on them and be right back to spot the leader."
Pryce says, humming a quick tune as he gives a fly-over of the 'escape' route.
>Limerick of Desert Mist [1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.730178

>>730172

"Hold on! What do you mean 'my caliber'?" Amy asks, looking to Shei with an offended girlfriend face. "That makes me sound like a bad guy!"

>>730172

"I'd say things won't get that bad, but… even if everything goes right… It might still be a while before I can get the demons to listen…"

>>730174

"We'll talk about it and then come to an understanding," Amy says with a simple smile.

 No.730179

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>>730176
>>730177
"I see him, just flash me a signal when you're ready to go."

Leather waves, laying on his stomach and setting up the massive rifle in front of him.

 No.730180

>>730173
Flaming smiles as the fire knocks the thrall out of the black mist, wiping away at her forehead. "We have to keep up the pressure, it's definitely trying to get away by turning into mist. Everyone hit it with everything you got if you can, Box just keep t…. I mean, 'Chester! Keep trying to get up, Voyage and I can handle this thing!'"

"Sheimy powers up her strongest spell yet, and fires a full blown inferno at the thing!" She says, picking up a dice and praying silently to it as she rolls it across the table
[1d10] Storm Bolt, attacking 5 times (critfail 5-)

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.730181

>>730174
>"Now that kind of information is more than enough to get someone disappeared by the Spooks,"
"Right- I'll stop with it then."

>>730174
"I had spoken earlier a few days ago with the Laity for reconnaissance and in greater regards to the nature of our works for this world's future. I would say fundamentally we are in disagreement, though our goals are the same. It seems to me we've implicitly decided to cooperate until cooperation can no longer be resumed."

Shei-Sher steps forward into the damp cavern and touches the silt soil. "Yes, this will do fine. Thank you Mother Shei." Shei-Sher lays a paper scroll on the ground and places a broken crystal artifice with it's shards strewn along the scroll parchment. He begins working the material into it's former glory.

[1d10+2] Alchemy to fix the druid's crystal
[1d10] Tinker, for another restoration roll

Roll #1 3 + 2 = 5 / Roll #2 2 = 2

 No.730182

>>730177
You turn translucent, and watch as Zjetya, River, Spitshine and Sugar carefully pick their way through the ruined roads below on their way to the long alley. They keep an eye out as they start moving south through that alley. Sugar takes the lead this time, directing the others in how they ought to hide them just out of sight. Under your vigilance, they rig the escape route into something downright abominable.

 No.730183

[1d10] Flaming perception

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.730184

>>730182
Seeing the route turned from a crude attempt to trap unaware trespassers into a truly torturous gauntlet, Pryce turns back and flies towards the furniture warehouse.

 No.730185

>>730178
"Well you ARE Ecclessian, so it seems you are one of the bad guys. Whoops!" Shei says as if it were an error they managed to skip over

Shei-Sher turns over to pat Amy on the head "You learned what Subterranean, and for that I am proud of you. I said your vocab would broaden just simply being in my proximity. Who knows perhaps one day you'll wake up with a book in your hoof too."

>>730181
>>730174
Desperation roll

[1d10+2]
[1d10]

Roll #1 1 + 2 = 3 / Roll #2 2 = 2

 No.730186

>>730185

"Yeah, after you teach me how to read," Amy responds in a grumpy tone, obviously not appreciating being patronized. However, her tail wags despite herself. She can't help but wag when she gets head pats.

"Besides, I spent two thousand years underground. You really think I wouldn't learn eeeeeevery word that describes it in that time?"

 No.730187

>>730184
>>730179
You see that the Scuttlebutts' leader has moved from his initial position, and is currently clawing his way through several wrapped presents, principally of a red and green color, atop his massive pile of stolen loot and plunder.

>>730181
>>730185
Shei's attempts at repairing the crystal fail, but the fragments should still be enough to aid in the growth of certain crops here, if he sows them well.

"What if you end up wanting mutually exclusive outcomes, Amy?" Shei-perd simply asks. "A dispute over who should rule, who should live, who should die… things that can't be compromised on."

>>730186
"You don't know how to read!?" Gadriel gasps, nearly stumbling backward.

"…Wait, have we been over this yet? I've had to learn so much in such a short timeframe. Should I be acting surprised or not?"

 No.730188

>>730180
>>730183
>You see Regina purse her lips at your amazing roll. She double-checks the rule-book, and one of the papers behind her screen. Her eyes bulge. She reaches for a quill, and makes some hurried scrawls upon one of the sheets, just out of sight. You suspect something's amiss, but you can't place it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikmSfQmtq20

Sheimy's spell blows a massive hole in the thrall's chest, turning most of his physical body into ash. Yet his head hangs on, leaning to the side by no more than some vertebrae and hanging sinew. His black mist surrounds him, mingling with the smoke from his body as it grows and twists, turning into a massive bipedal silhouette, resembling a great and hideous beast, with clawed hands and feet, and two massive wings that might blot out the sun. As the thrall lays dying below the silhouette, the silhouette reaches toward you!

[1d10+2] Spirit Step

Great Voyage attempts to disperse the black mist with a head charge!

[1d10+1]

Chester gets up.

[1d10]

Roll #1 5 + 2 = 7 / Roll #2 7 + 1 = 8 / Roll #3 10 = 10

 No.730189

>>730187

"It doesn't really come up that much," Amy shrugs. "I doubt we've talked about it. That's basically why I don't know how to read in the first place."

"Seriously, is it really that weird? I'm sure there are plenty of people who don't know how to read!"

 No.730190

>>730186
>forgot to tag you properly for Shei-perd's question in here >>730187 (see second response block)

 No.730191

>>730188
Flaming pumps her hooves again and even gets up to do a little jig as she gets a stellar roll on an important attack, "Oh yeah! Uh huh! That's it!" She pauses as she looks back to pay attention to the game, her eyes bulging, "It's STILL not dead?! What's this thing made of!" She looks over at Regina, an eyebrow raised as she suspects something is up, but she pauses in asking for this round….

She snorts, determined to put it down for good as she grabs at her handy d10, "Sheimy shouts, 'Wow, this thing REALLY can take a beating! Voyage, gimme a moment to really heat up a spell, don't let him get away'! And then, she runs along the side of the room, charging her magic." She grabs at the dice and rolls it, steely gaze kept on it and the board
[1d10+2] Homing Attack

Roll #1 2 + 2 = 4

 No.730192

[1d10] Perception check on Flaming's part

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.730193

>>730187

"Why would we have to fight about any of those things?" Amy asks, screwing her face up in thought. "No one should die! Everyone should live! There's no reason we can't rule together!"

 No.730194

>>730191
>When Regina's not looking, you lean back, disguising it as a stretch of your back and shoulders, and steal a glance behind her screen. You see that she's scratched out a lot of the text on one of the pages, including what appears to be some numbers.

You're illiterate of course so you don't know exactly what's going on… but you have a good idea.

 No.730195

>>730193
"Work with me here," Shei-perd retorts. "For the sake of argument, let's suppose a fight does happen – between you and Ecclesia. You and the Choir. You and Gegenschein. What then?"

 No.730196

>>730194
While waiting for the results, Flaming sneaks a peak around her shoulder, narrowing her gaze at the scribbled lines. "What are ya scribbling, Regina?" She asks innocently, trying not to let her know she's on to the game

 No.730197

>>730196
>Without missing a beat, Regina flips over the page in question with a swiftness and smoothness that suggests she's had to deal with this before. "QM things. Don't worry about it, great and mighty Sheimy."

 No.730198

>>730195

"Why are we fighting?" Amy cocks her head.

 No.730199

>>730187
>>730186
"If you're surprised that Amy is a savage -then yes you should be surprised.." Then Shei-Sher realizes he said that out, he turns to Amy "And it stokes the romance! In this poet's heart."

>>730187
"Tch.. awww curses." Shei sighs as he seems unable still to repair the crystal after all this time. He instead cracks the jewel into many pieces and brings a piece to Shei-Perd. He puts it in her hoof and curls her palm to close over it "Here it is very important you hold onto this. Set time aside to inquire among the ecclessians familiar with Starchart plains. Ask if they know anything about a jewel of this nature. Used by Starchart plain's natives to sustain the crops grown in a land without sunlight."

He turns back sowing the crystal shards into selected patches of soil "I'll sow these here so they can do their work."

Shei-Sher then digs his hooves into the soil and begins seeding the terrain with a diverse micro culture of many staple foods, alfala, wheat, beats, legumes and vegetables of all kinds, fruits and more.
>Sapphen's Favor: As an extra effect to Phantasmagoria of Conquest without expending hitpoints Shei can create vegetation that is both tasty and nutritious to eat. All fruits and vegetables that are known to Shei may be produced including esoteric ones.
[1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.730200

>>730199

Amy's eyes narrow into a glare as she is called savage. Especially since he implied it should be obvious.

But, her face lightens up into a smile as she turns it into a compliment. She grins and gets close to Shei's face. She whispers, "I knew you like it savage."

She then lightly bites Shei's ear with her canine teeth.

Pun intended.

 No.730201

>>730179
>>730187
Flying back to the warehouse and see the scuttlebutt leader occupied with presents, they couldn't ask for a better chance to deal with the imp. Though being cautious, Pryce remains over the warehouse to keep an eye on the creature to watch the situation of what will follow. He takes off his bracelet, tilting it in the light to give a signal to Leather, as he's invisible and can't signal him directly.

 No.730202

>>730200
>>730187
Shei yipes, "Amy! Please, my mother is right there." He actually blushes

 No.730203

>>730198
"Let's say… you can't agree over who should live, and who should die. Let's say it's Mudi, and Vizsla. The Choir won't want to let them succeed, much less live. What then?"

>>730199
>>730193
"Well it's crazy that someone in this day and age should be so poorly educated, so even if it's been established, I'm going to overreact anyway!" Gadriel says. "When I take control over all demonkind, I'll open public schools for everypony and every demon!"

Shei-perd nods, taking the crystal and storing it in a secure pocket. As you begin to work your divinely-blessed magic, small sprouts, curling vines, and the beginnings of bushes begin to sprout up from the ground, filling the air with the soft petrichor of plantlife. Many more are presumably growing underneath.

>>730200
>>730202
Gadriel produces a ruler from Shei-perd's bag and swats Amy's ear with it. "You heard the teacher! Improper conduct is going to get us thrown out, just like it got Shei thrown out of Lilane!"

Shei-perd turns, suddenly and very conspicuously becoming quite interested in an inchworm crawling across the cavern floor as this all goes on. "Did you say something, Gadriel?"

 No.730204

>>730188
The misty vampire's claws rake down your side, and though they only make a shallow cut, the wound howls with a disproportionate, animal pain, almost double of what a wound that size should cause.

>Sheimy 1/5


Great Voyage disperses some of the vampire's misty form with his charge. Unlike the dying thrall, it shows no signs of regeneration in this state. When Chester gets up, the vanishing beast tries for another spell, spreading its mist throughout the room. The room rapidly gets darker, all lights dimming and dwindling under a heavy darkness…

>Night

[1d10+3]

Great Voyage runs cold, suspecting that a big attack is coming, and tries to heal some of his earlier wounds.

[1d10+2] Heal

Chester blasts his horn to try and rally you for whatever may come next.

[1d10+1] Inspire

Roll #1 1 + 3 = 4 / Roll #2 8 + 2 = 10 / Roll #3 6 + 1 = 7

 No.730205

>>730202

"She had like a million kids, she knows how sex works," Amy waves a dismissive hoof-paw.

>>730203

"I'll take care of Mudi and Viszla. Without killing them. If that's not good enough for them, then can try to do something about it. And fail. But, they won't die either."

>>730203

"Excuse me," Amy says, turning to Gadriel. "What do you mean when YOU take over all demonkind? Are you planning to fight me already?" Amy laughs. Though, it's unclear how serious she is.

>>730203

Amy whines and rubs her ear when it is swatted.

"It wouldn't be the first time I've been kicked out of somewhere for 'improper conduct'," Amy grins as she keeps rubbing her ear.

 No.730206

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>>730201
>>730188
Leather gives a short prayer over his higher caliber bullets before loading the rifle, looking into the scope to line up the shot.

"My gift to you."

Assassinate, instant action
>Elephant Gun: Blessed Ballista
[1d10+3] DC-2, Crit DC-1.

Roll #1 1 + 3 = 4

 No.730207

>>730197
Flaming keeps a very keen eye on Regina, "Ooooookay…. was just wondering." She says, trying to watch out for any more funny business.

>>730204
As Sheimy takes damage, Flaming rubs at her forehead. "THAT was close…. okay, as the darkness grows around them, Sheimy shouts in pain from her injuries: 'AAAAAAGH! That hurt! But no amount of shadows you summon can hope to pierce the light of my flames, or even great, the flames of friendship I share with my friends!'" At that, Flaming visibly cringes, "Err…. maybe she doesn't go THAT far into it, that's a little too much. But she sets her fireballs aflame and fires them all at that jerk mutated thrall!" She says, picking up her dice and throws them across the table, "Let's see him live through this!"
[1d10]
[1d10]
Fiery Magic Bolt, taking the stronger of the two

Roll #1 7 = 7 / Roll #2 1 = 1

 No.730208

>>730203
>>730205
With Amy still hanging along his back getting nibble at Shei's ear, he tries to rise up erect despite the weight. "I am going to ignore you both embarassing me infront of my mother and See if I can raise this garden!"

Shei-Sher raises his hooves, coursing with the magic that is still new to him. Attempts to raise the growth of the agriculture further.
[1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.730209

>>730208

Amy stops. "I'm sure she'll be delighted to know you're in a happy relationship," she says seriously.

 No.730210

>>730207
Indeed, the dying vampire's mist cannot blanket the great light that your flaming, fighting spirit endlessly kindles. Your battle cry, and lumpet's blast, greatly rally your allies to the cause, keeping a faint light in the room under the weight of the vampire's curse.

As the black mist dissipates more and more, the fading visage of the Vrykolakas looks down at the thrall, gently touching its face for a moment… before black scrawl starts to manifest all over his body. The thrall smiles, and reaches up with what's left of his good arm.

>"Roll dodge, DC 8," Regina says.

>LJ gulps, but grabs his die. "It's alright, I just healed! We got this!"
>"And I've still got my Mulligan!" Box says.

[1d10] GV
[1d10] Box

Roll #1 6 = 6 / Roll #2 2 = 2

 No.730211

>>730205
"I did just get a bunch of power from those Diskos that we recovered a couple days ago," Gadriel muses. "But I think I'll just take that title from you through a popular election. Absolute monarchy is the way of the past, but democracy will prove my way is much more popular."

>>730205
Shei-perd tilts her head with a frown of consternation. Apparently that wasn't quite the answer she was after. But she nods with eventual approval. "Then that's an answer I can accept. Not as an Ecclesian, but as a fellow fool."

>>730208
You manage to make the plants grow a little bit more, flourishing slowly as they produce the first buds of their fruit. Forcing it any more, even with divine help, may risk overgrowing or ruining them. They're not ripe yet, but you may wish to call it here.

>>730206
>>730201
Cloak lines up his shot just as the Scuttelbutt Chieftan begins experimenting with a strange colorful box with a crank on one side. He turns the crank, and a quiet jingle plays, reaching its climax not a moment too soon.

The second that the jack's head pops out, Cloak pulls the trigger, and the head shatters, diverting the bullet's trajectory just a hair, enough to make it richochet off the Chieftan's helmet. The helmet spins about until it's backwards, but the Chieftan's head is still attached to his shoulders. In his attempts to right the thing, he dives from his perch, falling to the ground with a crash.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSMiTbb59e8

Suddenly, the temperature drops drastically all about you. Billowing storm clouds force and stretch their way into existence above you, and a strong wind starts blowing, as if trying to make up for missing a cue. Snow starts to tumble from the sky in great clumps.

Scuttlebutts of various sizes, clothed in metal and cloth armor, wielding grisly spikes that are strangely adorned with red and green ribbons. They start running in Cloak's direction, flooding the streets as they look all about for him.

[1d10+1]

If they're not diverted soon, they'll definitely head past the trap.

Roll #1 5 + 1 = 6

 No.730212

>>730211

"Ecclesia is too stubborn anyway. They don't like things that are good because they look like things that are bad. But, they don't bother actually figuring out the difference."

"Even worse, they do the same thing with things that look good but are actually bad. Which is annoying because it makes them not want to listen."

"How long do you plan on being with them?" Amy asks

>>730211

"You want demons to try democracy?" Amy laughs. "Even I'm not that dumb!"

 No.730213

>>730212
"Could you be a little more specific? That was kind of vague," Shei-perd says. "I'll answer when I have a better idea of what you mean."

>>730212
"The world belongs to the people! Down with the rich! Down with the gods! Down with the castes! Goats shall inherit it all and eat the grass that grows from oppression's corpse!" Gadriel says.

Honestly though, sounds like he's really just pulling your legs at this point. But perhaps this is a sign that he's developing his own (albeit weak) sense of humor.

 No.730214

>>730211
>[Yeah thats it, I just wanted one good roll for the night.]

Shei-Sher relieves his arms from the stretched out position. Letting his magic wane. He uncorks a vial of dark matter and pours it into the ground as an offering.
"Thank you Sapphen." He whispers.

Shei-Sher turns around a bit foggy in the head from straining himself. "Well it's all there. And it will be a fine harvest in short time that may replenish itself. In the meanwhile it would be wise to find more of those shards, or an entire cystal ball." He says as he faces his Mother now.

"I originally thought to maybe alchemize some salts and preservatives for the clan but it seems you are all well rationed in this cave. If there is not anything else I can provide Mother.. I suppose I'll be leaving now." with modest apprehension Shei wishes his mother may have something to keep her company just a little while longer as he waits for her answer.

 No.730215

>>730214
She obviously picks up what you're putting down, even separated from you by many, many years of lost intimacy and bonding. "So soon, after a miracle like this? Are you always in such a rush?"

 No.730216

>>730211
Leather closes his eyes and lets out a deep exhale, knowing not to grow angry at such a simple misfortune. Trying to get a good read for the situation, Cloak backtracks, trying to get further from the warehouse so he isn't discovered at the scene of the shooting.

[1d10] rooftop hop

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.730217

>>730213

"I mean, they just hate all demons because they're demons. I'm sure if I haven't helped them so much, they'd hate me too. Heck, I bet a lot of it is just because they don't know I'm a demon."

Amy looks down at herself. "I don't know what they think I AM, then," she laughs.

"And then, they like gods because gods look good. And, maybe they were nice to them at some point. But, they're obviously so bad for us now. But, they refuse to stop doing what they're doing because… gods? I don't know. I don't get them."

 No.730218

>>730210
Flaming gasps as he manages to survive yet another fiery assault from her mage. "SERIOUSLY?! Just how much HP does this stupid thing have!?"

She groans, looking up as Regina orders them to roll a dodge. She takes a deep breath, calming herself. "Okay, okay… Sheimy looks on as the black scrawl starts to shift all over the creatre's body, and shouts, 'Everypony hit the deck'! And then… hits the deck."

She grabs at her die, breathing some luck on it as she throws it down on the table
[1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.730219

>>730211
Pryce looks down as the bullet misses from the chieftan playing with a jack in the box with the worst timing. He wonders if Leather will have time to make a second shot, but the swarming crowds of scuttlebutts below ensure that won't be happening soon. With how wild they're getting, he'll need to pull in their attention fast to try and regain some control of this situation.
Pryce flies from the warehouse over the large crowd. He pulls out the parcels of oil from his robe that he looted from their first venture into Threecoin. His horn lights as he tosses them into the air, lighting them with his flame magic to light up the sky with swathes of fire to pull their attention to a new threat.
>Telekinesis [Fire] [1d10]

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.730220

>>730212
>>730213
Shei-Sher chuckles a bit as he sees Amy strain to convey Ecclessia's corruption to his mother.

>>730213
"Well lets just slow down the routine there my little proletariat." Shei's having a hard time cutting the line between comedy and drama here but decides to put down Gadriel's paw with his hoof in quiet cessation.

"My race are a race of pushovers, pushing heroic ideas as such are more insulting than funny."

>>730215
>>730217
"Say! When was the last time you've had any cake. I happen to be a great cook. You should have the students covene and we can all have a time of it."

 No.730221

>>730220

"CAKE!? I want cake!" Amy wags her tail vigorously.

 No.730222

>>730218
As the thrall breathes his last, his body glows but once, and then explodes. Only you manage to dive for cover in time, but Chester and Great Voyage are both knocked away, slamming against the wall with burns of their own now, stunned and dazed.

>GV 5/3

>Chester 5/3

But once the smoke dissipates enough for you to see, and light returns to the room, you can see that neither thrall nor shadow are left behind. The explosion seems also to have knocked loose the machinery operating the small sun, keeping the corpse part turned to stone. You see the cultist's cloaks laying among the mess, but it's impossible to tell from here whether they're alive or dead.

>LJ and Box lean back in their chairs, sighing with relief.

>"If that was just the vampire's minion, we better not tangle with the real deal!" Box ecxlaims.

 No.730223

>>730216
>>730219
Some excited shouts and hollers from the primitive Scuttlebutts signsls to Cloak that he's been spotted, as he leaps from rooftop to rooftop. But before they can follow up on the sight, Pryce creates a series of plumes and blooms with flame, both terrifying and spectacular. His translucency wears off in the midst of it, but at least he's got their attention now. It's not ideal, but Cloak now has another opportunity to set up a shot against the distracted mongrels, or even their Chieftan.

Speaking of which, he climbs out, the plate on his helmet clamped firmly down. In one hand he grips a mighty staff, which is more like the trunk of a willowy tree, the upper half of which is crested with snow-covered pine branches, and a brilliant star-like tip. Magic surges forth from it, spreading frostbite over everything near the Chieftan as he surveys the fire.

>>730217
>>730220
"Well, perhaps it's your view that's somewhat outdated," Shei-perd gently counters. "Not that I can necessarily blame you, with how busy you seem to have been. They've been employing demon tamers more and more among the Vermilion Corps – the new mercenary wing for those who want to fight alongside us, but don't want to swear oaths of loyalty. But as for gods… that's starting to become murky and murkier as we take on more people from more faiths, more parts of the world. Refugees we take in, fallen kingdoms we recruit, they bring their gods with them. The results have been… messy.

"Some people are even talking about Schismatics among us. But that's a long story, not something to add to your plate when you have enough to deal with." She smiles. "I'd rather have cake on my plate, wouldn't yo–"

"Chocolate, it has to be chocolate," Gadriel cuts in.

 No.730224

>>730223

"Demon… tamers…" Amy grumbles, disgusted by the concept. "I guess it makes sense… depending on the demon. Not that Ecclessia is good at drawing lines in the right places."

"Chocolate?" Amy whines. "I want strawberry! And vanilla!"

 No.730225

>>730224
>>730223
"I've never made a neopolitan cake. I could sure as well try, why not. Tis a humble abode though, I may be working with a limited larder." Shei lets his mother lead the way to the kitchen

 No.730226

>>730223
Pryce hovers in the air over the crowd, relieved the flames worked to pull their attention. And now he should aim to keep it to give Leather another shot attempt.
"Happy… er, Holidays!"
Pryce shouts, projecting his voice to the crowd in a friendly manner to not draw immediate attack on himself. He pulls his bracelet off with the declaration, holding it up as he attempts to conjure forth a firework from it, with the resulting blast forming an image of their chieftain, hoping this will give them pause.
>Hat Magic [Firework of the Chieftain] [1d10]

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.730227

>>730222
Flaming, likewise with her party members, lets out a sigh of relief. "I'll say, that was ridiculous! Though, at the very least we all do seem to still be in the better part of our health. 3 wounds each at least. We MIGHT be able to take a vampire but, I'd rather not chance it."

Flaming points to her little figurine, "With the thrall vanquished, Sheimy rolls out of the debris from the colossal explosion that followed in its wake. Shaking off the dirt from her main and flopping her pony ears to get them free of dust, she looks around the others and laughs. She says 'Woah! He really went out with a bang, didn't he? But at least we're all still here!' Then, she prances up to the corpse part, with the machinery destroyed, and uses her magic to conjure up another safe casing for this part of the Vampire."

"Rolling for magic hat…"
[1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.730228

>>730223
Taking a moment to look back and look at the chieftain, he takes note of his ray of frost coming from his staff. Cloak kneels and offers another prayer from afar, trying to temporarily jam his artifact.

"Bestill thy chill."
>Spellbreaker: recharge 2, ranged; Nullify a spell or magic effect
[1d10+1]

He also invokes a wordless plea to Hypomone to strengthen his resolve.
> I Dream of Strength: Instant; Recharge 1; Enhances the target's combat abilities until the end of combat. Every attack they land will do 1 extra hit of damage. Every attack made against them will do 1 less hit of damage, to a minimum of 1. This effect stacks with itself to a maximum of 3 successes.
[1d10]

Roll #1 3 + 1 = 4 / Roll #2 7 = 7

 No.730229

>>730227
You all take a brief rest to let the ringing in your ears subside, but just as you produce another small case to imprison the corpse part, you see the two cultists, looking battered and bruised, emerge from the heap of broken machinery, each holding one of the stone legs of the vampire. They turn and look at you with defensive glares, red eyes peering out from under dark hoods as they back away to put distance between you.

>LJ grabs for some dice, but Box puts up a hoof. "Hey, hold on. We're pretty injured, and so are they, by her description. Think we can get some social rolls going?"

>"Your path is yours to decide," Regina says. "I'm just the narrator."

 No.730230

>>730226
Something about your pluralistic and non-specific holiday greeting seems to just annoy the Scuttlebutts, especially their cloaked, red-armored Chieftan. He roars, pointing his staff at you, and several of the Scuttlebutts produce makeshift bows of yew wood and flax string, though they look like they might break at any time.

What's not so amusing, however, is the fact that their arrows are tipped with broken shards of colorful glass bulbs. Now that will be actually quite painful.

[2d10+1]

>>730228
You charge up strength within you, but as you try to break the magic coming from the Chieftan's staff, you feel a kind of resistance – it's like trying to push on a door that opens only when pulled. You see several lines of charms inscribed into the bark of the tree-staff. This too has come up in training – basic charms for resisting anti-magic. In laypony terms, it's like armor for a spell. You can still break through, but it may take multiple successes – or a critical one.

>>730224
>>730225
Shei-perd takes you to one of many kitchens available, and this one is in a higher cave of the mountain, and one that is well-ventilated. She procures a few bowls, some whisks and measuring cups, but after a little bit of motherly fussing, decides to allow you to take the lead, and have a chance at being a dutiful son.

Roll #1 3, 3 + 1 = 7

 No.730231

>>730230
Noting that the staff has countermeasures for trying to disenchant it, Leather opts to just blow it up with a high-caliber rifle round.

>Shatter: recharge 2, weapon; Breaks the target's defenses, opening them up for attack. Any attacks against a Shattered target crit on a 8+ for two+1 rounds. Can be used against inanimate objects or armor to break and damage them efficiently.

[1d10+3] DC-2, Crit DC-1 (Targeting the staff)

>reload, instant auto


Roll #1 5 + 3 = 8

 No.730232

>>730229
Flaming looks over to LJ, nodding enthusiastically, "Yeah, I think some good old fashioned negotiation is the way to go here. Sheimy *is* a princess afterall, she should use her words every once in a while."

Flaming looks up to Regina, "Okay, Sheimy says 'Halt! Please, please, please don't go anywhere with those, do you have any idea what it is you are doing?'"

Flaming pauses, "Uh, I think I roll for that or, do I wait for you to tell me?"

 No.730233

>>730230
Pryce looks down at the armory's worth of bows all raised at him. He's glad that his distraction worked, but is a bit worried about being dead center of the imp swarm. He sings another song, flying up in the air to get some distance and turning his focus to the chieftan.
"I guess I'll return the favor then."
He mutters, his horn glowing bright as he fires a bolt of flame into the sky, attempting to form a large gate looming over them.
>Orbital Strike [Fire, Holy Feast's Gate] [1d10+1]
>Duration If Successful [1d10]

Roll #1 10 + 1 = 11 / Roll #2 5 = 5

 No.730234

>>730232
>"I'll tell you when to roll," Regina says.

"Away with ye, cursed ones, sun-blind fools!" a cultist hisses. "You'll not stop us with honeyed words, if not even Death and malformation can!"
"Look, brother!" the second cultist says, gesturing to the legs. You can see that they are faintly stirring, like one who is trying to wake from sleep paralysis. "They've already obtained a corpse part!"
"Good, good! Give it to us, and we shall spare ye a painful death!"

>"I'm ready to strike whenever you are," LJ says.

 No.730235

>>730230
>>730233
>Forgot the song
>Hymn of the Cedar-Tree Shrine [Self] [1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.730236

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>>730231
The Chieftan's eyes flit toward you as you chamber the round, and his knees bend to dive, but he never stood a chance against your honed speed. The massive musket ball shatters the massive, magic pine tree, causing it to sag over on the opposite side, held together only by a few splinters bent backwards. The magic starts to fade, disappearing in a weak, dwindling glow. The snow that's already been conjured remains, but also doesn't get any stronger.

Growling, the Chieftan tears up a piece of fallen concrete from a shattered home, then rears back onto one leg, winding up for a massive pitch!

[1d10+2]

>>730233
>>730235
>Hymn succeeds
Dodging around the arrows, you make, with streaks of colored flame, a massive gate of fire, with doors flung open, and a star above them. Presents lay at the mouth of the gate, and foals and parents alike come to the gate to receive their heavenly gifts.

The Scuttlebutts stop and stare, but suddenly, the flaming presents start to drop down upon them! With shrieks, they try to run for cover.

[1d10] Dodge

The Chieftan stumbles back, fastballing some stone slabs at you too.

[1d10+2]

Roll #1 4 + 2 = 6 / Roll #2 5 = 5 / Roll #3 10 + 2 = 12

 No.730237

>>730234
"No," Flaming says, taking a deep breath. "We've barely tried yet. Amy wouldn't give… I mean, *SHEIMY* wouldn't give up that easily."

"Sheimy looks to the cultists, turning her head slightly to the side, and asks them, 'Why do you hate the sun so much? Did it do something to hurt you?'"

Flaming looks up, "Now do I roll?"

 No.730238

>>730237
>"Hit it."

 No.730239

>>730238
Flaming grins, grabbing at a dice and shaking it up good to get its mojo flowing. "Wish me luck!"
[1d10]

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.730240

>>730239
Flaming frowns at the resulting 1 with a wide eyed look of shock.
"Shit."

 No.730241

>>730239
"There is no point in idle talk, as we have already made plain, lightdweller. Your kingdom and ours can never be in peace, so long as you keep the light to yourselves!"

They reach for their weapons–

"Not so fast!" Chester says. "We outnumber you, and you are far worse for the wear than we. Pray, confess your motives, or prepare to die and fail your cause!"

[1d10] intimidation

>>730240
>After a few seconds, you feel a hoof on your shoulder. It's Tantra. "Vortigern wants you to watch your language," he whispers.

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.730242

>>730236
Pryce holds out his bracelet, flames extending from it to form a large staff, similar but much more refined than the Chieftan's.
>Conjure Weapon [Flare, DC5, Single, Great] [1d10+1]

As the chieftan throws stone slabs towards him, Pryce flies towards the chieftan, knowing his hymn will protect him as his horn glows, conjuring a wheel of burning snowflakes for additional protection.
>Homing Magic [Flare] [Snowflakes] [1d10]

Roll #1 8 + 1 = 9 / Roll #2 9 = 9

 No.730243

>>730241
>"Mulli–" Box sputters.
>"Sorry, that can't apply to critical failures," Regina says.
>"Dang."
>"Great Voyage will stare them down threateningly, since words don't seem to hold any sway here!" LJ says.

[1d10] intimidate

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.730244

>>730236
>haven't been keeping track of ammo yet

Jumping down from the rooftop given the element of surprise being lost, Cloak runs to meet the troublemakers headon.

>move


>Retaliate: recharge 3 after effect triggers; After three turns, you deal out damage for every hit you lost during those three turns. Going Helpless before the end of the three turns causes the effect to release instantly. Critfails don’t count toward the charge of this spell.

[1d10]

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.730245

>>730241
>>730243
Flaming groans as she looks over both of their rolls, shaking her head, "Wow…. we are a REALLY unconvincing bunch of ponies." She takes a deep breath, "Journey, Box, you guys okay if I wait for them to attack first? I just don't think it's in Sheimy's character to throw the first fire blast, you know?"

She looks to Regina again, taking her voice higher, "'But we're not trying to keep the light to ourselves! We're trying to share it with everyone! Please, if you just tell us why you're doing this, maybe we can work something out? You see everything that's happened around you, do you really want it to happen more?'"

Flaming picks up the die, eying Spark from nearby. "Hey Spark, if this lands on a 5 or lower, you can play with it until it goes higher, okay?" She snickers, rolling the dice
[1d10]

>>730241
Flaming looks up at Tantra as he comes over to interrupt their fun, she frowns. "Oh… sorry, I was just a little mad. But, I'm practically a full grown buffalo, can't I say a little curse?"

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.730246

>>730245
>"You can say shoot. If you don't like it, take it up with the big lady. I don't make the rules, you know. She's got us all on our best behavior, so it's not just you."

>Spark makes ready to influence the roll, but a stern smile from Regina is all it takes to make him sit back down meekly.


The cultists reach inside their cloaks, backing away from you as they position themselves for a fight. One more wrong word, and this whole room will erupt into chaos again.

"Even if we say it, it is meaningless. Those who control the light will always find those they want to keep out of it. The misborn, the cursed, those deemed evil by their birth, they shall always be out in the dark. But no more! With the vampire upon the throne of night, we shall finally have the revenge that you have all had coming for centuries!"

 No.730247

>>730242
You conjure a great staff, and with a flash, four fireflakes blaze to life about you. The stone slabs rocket toward you, but burning armor briefly appears about you, shattering the stone before it can cause any harm.

You lose 1 Hit

>>730244
You leap from above, and shatter the oncoming stone barrage with a swift, decisive strike. Sprinting in for the attack, your spell is interrupted by a volley of small arrows, but they do nothing to break your momentum.

>You lose 4 Hits altogether.


>Enemy actions to come next week

>Paused

 No.730248

>>729941
>"Aw but that's only cause everypony else left!"
KP complains, but he still picks up the supplies the pets tried to shove on him so he can re-shelf them.

 No.730249

>>730248
You clean up the small mess that the rambunctious pets made, but it's not long before they start trotting about the room again, irritable, curious, impulsive and inquisitive as they wait for their masters to come back.

Wizingstar looks at you judgmentally. "I think you'd do well to have a bit of training, if you're going to be going around with such wild beasts as these. Can't imagine why they thought it'd be a grand idea to leave you with them all – that Deviljho's taller than you! What if he were to get loose under your care?"

Lockjaw is in the middle of chewing on his own tail. He looks like he could do with a good scrubbing; his back and tail have a number of broken scales lining them, and new, fresh scales can be seen underneath, trying to come to the surface.

 No.730250

>>730249
>"Well my only real pet is Hopper, and Lockjaw kinda. The other two are Spit's and Sugar's."
KP explains as he helps clean up. He looks up as she questions his control of Lockjaw.
>"Lockjaw? This little guy? He wouln't act up ever!"
KP says innocently, stepping over and pulling Lockjaw into a hug, holding up his head to look at Wizinstar with puppy-jho eyes.

 No.730251

>>730250
Lockjaw spins about as you try to hug him, losing himself in the joy of hunting his own tail. You stumble from the hit, a little sore but still standing. Katcher and Pucchini make little squeals of amusement at your plight, but Hopper looks to Wizingstar pleadingly.

"Your experience and your frog says otherwise," Wizingstar deadpans. "Besides, I can feel the presence of magic about you, different from that which comes from your Soul. You've a grimoire, don't you? I've had an inkling of what it was ever since I saw you come in with all those animals around you. Show it to me – but I have a pretty good idea of what it is already."

 No.730252

>>730251
KP rubs where Lockjaw bumped him, turning up as Wizingstar questions his grimoire, immediately forgetting the soreness.
>"Oh yea, I got it just yesterday!"
He reaches into his back and holds up the book for her to see.
>"Hopper and me are beast tamer partners!"

 No.730253

>>730252
Hopper brandishes his staff aloft to prove your point, and to prove his credentials as a proper sorcerer frog.

Wizingstar appraises the grimoire with a cold, clinical glare, turning the pages over with a gaze that could crack a wendigo.

"Very basic, but not inappropriate for a beginner. Now, I am no Shekinah, but it is my obligation as a fellow caster to know: Do you have a formal teacher – your older brother, perhaps?"

 No.730254

>>730253
>"For beast taming? No, I only got this. But for normal magic, yea, my whole family helped teach me everything I know!"
He says proudly.
>"Are you offering to teach me?"

 No.730255

>>730254
"Yes, I might as well try to show you a thing or two, if you will have it. Don't worry, you won't have to pay me back with favors. This is an offer, not a haggling, as I won't let a fellow caster to debase themselves by being pushed around by their familiars and thralls. Plus it just might save myself and my fellow shopkeepers from having to fix everything when you wander into one of our shops. How about it?"

 No.730256

>>730255
>"Sure! That sounds great!"
KP says, hopping up excitedly.
>"So you're a Beast Master too? Who's your familiar?"
He looks around the room for any signs of her own pet before looking up.
>"Hey, our pets are all well behaved… mostly. We don't make a mess."

 No.730257

>>730256
Wizingstar smirks in the way that only someone who keeps a good secret can. "Oh, you've a ways to go. You'll find that sorcerers, mages and wonder-workers of all kinds, even outside the houses of magic, do not reveal their secrets so easily. In fact, you would be wise to keep your frog and 'jho under wraps. The frog, since he is your familiar, and the 'jho, since there are few beasts mightier than he, across the seven corners of the earth."

You notice that Lockjaw has his nose partway into your bag. It seems that at first he went in to look for those animal snackers, but his eyes are now fixated on that brush Pryce got for him.

"Very well then – let us make the Vow of the Disciple and Matron," Wizingstar says. She stands straight before you, beckoning Hopper to come near. He hops over to your shoulder, squatting at attention.

"First, state your True Name, and answer this: Do you pledge to follow my teachings and the norms and taboos I attach to them, and do you pledge that you shall not remain in my shadow forever as a Disciple, but like any good daugh– excuse me, son – eventually come into your own as an autonomous caster, independent yet not alienated from your Matron?"

 No.730258

>>730257
>"I know all about keeping secrets, that's like step one of being a magician. But I can't keep these guys under wraps, we'll be on stage so everypony has to know about them."
As Lockjaw shoves his snout into his bag, KP looks down, reaching into his bag and pulling out the brush the lizard seems to be going for.
>"You want this Lockjaw?"
He then looks back up to Wizingstar as she speaks formally. He nods as she speaks of the vow. As she says to speak his true name, he stops to think a moment.
>"Pryce Etac," He finally answers, "I pledge to follow your teachings and norms and taboos, and to not remain in your shadow and eventually come into my own."

 No.730259

>>730258
Lockjaw hops in place when you produce the brush. Its hairs are very tough and coarse, but he seems to love that about it. He turns about, taking a few steps backward toward you, presenting his scaled hide for brushing. It seems that, during his stay in Camelzotz's care, this was one of his favorite parts.

Wizingstar nods and produces a short ivory wand, one which is curled like a claw or a fang. She taps your right shoulder, the left, and then the top of your horn, even though she has to stand on tip-toe to actually reach it.

"It is done. Without further ado, then, it looks like there's a few cantrips that would be appropriate for the level of your Soul, and your frog's. But first, we'll need to show you two how to make a Pact-link."

As she speaks, she goes to a nearby drawer, rifling through until she produces a few soft cushions. She sets them up in the middle of the room, and lays a cloth blanket between them.

Hopper croaks inquisitively.

 No.730350

>>730259
KP chuckles as Lockjaw hops and turns once the brush is pulled out, having only seen the deviljho only get this excited when there's food. He turns back, sitting at attention as Wizingstar knights him with her wand, lowering his head a little to make it easier for her to tap it.
>"Level of my soul? What's that mean?"
He asks, starting to brush Lockjaw with the brush as she goes and fetches the cushions and blankets.
>"What are those for?"

 No.730354

>>730350
"Your soul is small, but this is natural, for you are young and without experience. If a small soul should try to attempt what is beyond is capacity, it will almost assuredly fail, and if it is a matter of magic, worse consequences may follow."

She sits on one cushion and gestures to the one across from it. "Get comfortable. Put on the blanket if you're cold."

Lockjaw snorts and growls with enjoyment as you brush him. He leans into the scrubs, and some old scales break off and fall away. Eventually one of his back legs lifts up and starts scratching at the air repeatedly.

"As a Beast-Tamer, you'll need to form a strong link with your chosen Pact-Beast. It is a link of minds, of Souls, and with certain magic, even of bodies. But we'll need to start with the Soul link first. Your frog may have some ability to use small cantrips, but he has the soul of a mundane beast, in the end. He isn't a Magical Beast. For him, using these cantrips is the equivalent of you using your most powerful spells. It would be easy for him to overdo it, and potentially even hurt himself, if he's not careful. But, with a Pact-link, he can tap into a little of your Soul, so that he may use his magic – and potentially even stronger spells – without that risk. Cultivate it enough, and he may even be able to use your spells, and you, his."

 No.730363

>>730354
>"Huh…"
KP says, without his usual enthusiasm. Being called young and without experience makes him think to the discussion Renee brought up the day before, and what he is. He's pulled from his deep thoughts at Lockjaw's reflexive air scratches. He smiles, stopping for a moment to sit down on the pillow before starting the brushing again.

>"Those little coin tricks could hurt him?"

KP says with worry, picking Hopper up off his head to look at him in concern.
>"I thought I was already linked to him when I got my book and stuff. How do we do a pact-link then?"

 No.730369

>>730363
Hopper gulps, looking at his staff with a bit of concern.

"Only if they are done continuously and without sufficient breaks. Of course, the same can be said for any strenuous activity. One performance won't hurt him, but if you make him perform over and over without proper respite, there could be extreme backlash. But despite everything, you're far, far, far from being a bad pet owner. I don't think there's any real chance of that happening."

She coils herself up on the cushion, getting comfy. "Sit across from one another. Take whatever posture or position makes you think the least about your body and the world around you, and shut your eyes. As your senses dim, picture the other person as best as you can. Add details as you go: Their vaguest outline, the shapes of their body, the colors of their skin, their smell, their vibe, eye color, expression, breath and voice. Use that image to guide yourself into sensing them not with your body, but with your Spirit."

Hopper crawls over to a spot across from you, and serenely shuts his eyes.

 No.730374

>>730369
>"Oh, phew. I would never overwork him, so that's a relief."
KP says, eased over that disastrous outcome. As she instructs them to sit and picture each other, KP nods. He sets the brush down, sitting on the pillow comfortably, and shuts his eyes. He takes a breath, and pictures Hopper in his mind, down to the little outfit he wears and the croaks he makes.

 No.730377

>>730374
At first, your mental image of Hopper is hazy, ill-defined. With time and focus, more and more details fill in, and the mind-fog that plagues all thoughts clears away for a more robust conception. You meditate on glimpses of memories, made alive again in the light of thought: His croaks, his hops, his grumpy affection, his stage fright, his love of performance.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAZNr1_ov2s

As you focus more and more on this conception, you're beset by a surprising wave of clarity and brilliance. Though your eyes are still shut, and you are not touching Hopper, you become distinctly aware of his presence, sitting across from you, and especially of the magical stirring that surrounds him, as a result of his magical potential.

"Reach out to the other, not with your body, but with your Spirit. Take ahold of him without moving so much as a muscle," Wizingstar gently instructs.

You hear a little ribbit.

[1d10]

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.730378

>>730377
KP is surprised as he sees Hopper with his eyes shut, almost as if he can sense him like how bats can see with their echolocation.
He almost reaches out when Wizingstar instructs, but remains still, trying to reach out with his Spirit as she instructs, which involves a few hums as he tries to figure that out.
>[1d10]

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.730379

>>730378
You are distracted by random intrusive thoughts, most of which deal with how comfy and soft the cushion is beneath you. The desire for a midmorning nap grows, and the gentle tuggings of sleep keep you from being able to reach out to Hopper. Your mental image of him grows cloudy and vague once more as you feel a need to yawn.

 No.730380

>>730379
KP starts to lull, but when the vision of Hopper starts to grow fuzzy he quickly tries to refocus, recalling the teachings of the Church to help him mediate better and resist the urge to yawn and reach out for Hopper instead.
>[1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.730381

>>730380
Shaking off the alluring lulls of sleep, you muster your focus, feeling the invigorating vibrations of magic around your body. Acting without thinking, pure reflex and intuition – you command these vibrations with your will, focusing and directing them toward Hopper, at the same moment that his vibrations spread out toward you. As the two Magic Signatures meet, a stirring, swirling mass begins to form between you, a ghostly blue color, almost like a small ocean of flame.

"That's it… hold it, hold it… keep it going…" Wizingstar gently continues. "Maintain it, and open your eyes once more."

 No.730382

>>730381
KP is almost distracted by the awe of seeing the vibrations meet and swirl, forming the blue flames between them. But he keeps his focus on projecting this feeling towards Hopper. When Wizingstar instructs him to open his eyes, he does, slowly and calmly.

 No.730383

>>730382
You open your eyes, being brought back to the concrete reality of the shop's upper level. The tangible world's sensations drive away the calm and serenity of your meditative state, but the soul-flame remains between you and Hopper both. Hopper's eyes are wide, almost with excitement.

"Well done, but it is not complete," Wizingstar says. "Now: Take the flame apart; divide it into two between you, and pull your half back into your possession. Careful now. You just might get burned."

Hopper grips his staff for protection as he focuses on the great blue flame.

 No.730385

>>730383
>"Whoaaa…"
KP says as the soul-flame remains in the real world between them, looking at it intently. He nods to Wizingstar's careful instruction, focusing on the flame to divide it evenly between Hopper and himself and to pull his own portion to him.
>[1d10]

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.730386

>>730385
As you pull the flame in two, and bring one half toward you, you are awash with an invigorating wave of vibrant energy, nearly overflowing your senses. It's like the adrenaline rush of battle, amplifying all the senses of the body and soul in an energetic glow. It's heady, amazing and a little overwhelming. Before you know it, you fumble and roll backwards onto the soft cushion. Hopper does as well, and you can feel him scrambling to regain his balance.

Your mind doubles back to this peculiar sensation. Even without seeing Hopper as you lie on your back, you are still aware of his presence, and of his motions. Your Spirit senses him regaining his balance, his legs tensing as he prepares to jump to you. As he leaps, you get the notion that he will land square on the center of your chest, before it even happens – and your little prediction comes true. He looks at you with concern.

Wizingstar claps with her soft claws. "Fantastic! It's been a while since I've seen this take only one attempt, and you're not even a Witch. That's not just talent, that's evidence of a strong bond. Some Beast Tamers try to Pact-link with a creature they bought or captured mere hours ago, to disastrous results. You, however, have been good to him for a great while."

 No.730510

Last time on HolyQuest…

Flaming, as Sheimy Thrice, defeated the vampire's thrall with Great Voyage and Chester. In a last-ditch attack, the thrall's corpse exploded, nearly causing the room to collapse. They survived the blast, but so did the cultists who were trying to secure the second of three corpse parts from that room. The vampire's legs were buried under the rubble of the destroyed sun-machine. With all three of them still retaining many injuries from their fight with the thrall, now would be a good time to roll some persuasion… but a few botched rolls threatened to bring about another battle.

Pryce and Cloak initiated their assassination plan, but a stroke of horrific luck saved the Scuttlebutt Chieftan from having his head blown off. He and the other Scuttlebutts ran out into the streets to pursue their attackers. If Pryce and Cloak can't lead them down the trapped alleyway, they would have a much harder time dealing with them all.

After a kerfuffle or two with the party's wild pets, Wizingstar decided that KP needed to be trained in the art of Beast-Taming (being a Tamer herself), so that he could better control them. She began by having him form a mysterious bond, called a Pact-link, with Hopper, his chosen Beast. A strange ritual commenced, blending his Magical Signature with Hopper's. The upshot was that KP and Hopper could now sense one another's spirits, as well as their moods, movements, and future actions.

 No.730511

>KP
As you pull the flame in two, and bring one half toward you, you are awash with an invigorating wave of vibrant energy, nearly overflowing your senses. It's like the adrenaline rush of battle, amplifying all the senses of the body and soul in an energetic glow. It's heady, amazing and a little overwhelming. Before you know it, you fumble and roll backwards onto the soft cushion. Hopper does as well, and you can feel him scrambling to regain his balance.

Your mind doubles back to this peculiar sensation. Even without seeing Hopper as you lie on your back, you are still aware of his presence, and of his motions. Your Spirit senses him regaining his balance, his legs tensing as he prepares to jump to you. As he leaps, you get the notion that he will land square on the center of your chest, before it even happens – and your little prediction comes true. He looks at you with concern.

Wizingstar claps with her soft claws. "Fantastic! It's been a while since I've seen this take only one attempt, and you're not even a Witch. That's not just talent, that's evidence of a strong bond. Some Beast Tamers try to Pact-link with a creature they bought or captured mere hours ago, to disastrous results. You, however, have been good to him for a great while."

>Pryce

You conjure a great staff, and with a flash, four fireflakes blaze to life about you. The stone slabs rocket toward you, but burning armor briefly appears about you, shattering the stone before it can cause any harm.

You lose 1 Hit

>Cloak

You leap from above, and shatter the oncoming stone barrage with a swift, decisive strike. Sprinting in for the attack, your spell is interrupted by a volley of small arrows, but they do nothing to break your momentum.

>Pryce, Cloak

Pryce's maelstorm of fire falls from the sky, torching many of the hideous Scuttlebutts. Several of them scatter in a panic, diving for nearby snowdrifts and puddles to try and douse the inferno. Many others, however, turn their bows from Cloak to Pryce, showering him with a multitude of shots.

[2d10+1]

The Chieftan, eyes fixated on the Blessed Ballista upon Cloak's back, roars and stomps forward. He scoops up the bottom half of the massive pine tree that once served as a snow-enchanted magical staff, and swings it as a dull club.

[1d10+3]

Roll #1 10, 2 + 1 = 13 / Roll #2 8 + 3 = 11

 No.730512

>Flaming
>"You can say shoot. If you don't like it, take it up with the big lady. I don't make the rules, you know. She's got us all on our best behavior, so it's not just you."

>Spark makes ready to influence the roll, but a stern smile from Regina is all it takes to make him sit back down meekly.


The cultists reach inside their cloaks, backing away from you as they position themselves for a fight. One more wrong word, and this whole room will erupt into chaos again.

"Even if we say it, it is meaningless. Those who control the light will always find those they want to keep out of it. The misborn, the cursed, those deemed evil by their birth, they shall always be out in the dark. But no more! With the vampire upon the throne of night, we shall finally have the revenge that you have all had coming for centuries!"

 No.730513

Battle music for Pryce and Cloak
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSMiTbb59e8

 No.730514

>Staff [Single, Great, Flare]

>>730511
Pryce glances down as the Scuttlebutts dive for snow to recover from his barrage and then quickly follow with their own volley of arrows. Still feeling the protection of his song, he keeps his focus on the chieftan, knowing these imps will go into chaos if their leader falls. His horn glows bright red, sending off a pulse of heat to wash over the chieftan to brand him for his future attacks.
>Smite [1d10+2]

>>730511
KP looks up from the cushion, a little dazed from the sudden tumble.
>"Oof… What was that?"
He mutters, then starting to notice Hopper, sensing him without even seeing him. He looks down to his chest before Hopper lands, almost predicting it from this sensation. He sits up, holding Hopper.
>"I'm okay Hopper. What about you though, how are you feeling after that?"

He looks over to Wizingstar.
>"Yea! We've been together for a long time, and been through a lot too. …So what now?"

Roll #1 10 + 2 = 12

 No.730515

>>730512
Flaming grumbles, "Well, so long as it's not JUST me." She snickers. "Though I have to admit, the thought of her reprimanding a grown up like you for swearing is kind of a funny image."

Flaming looks at the roll as it lands as poorly as it does, and lets out a sigh as the RP continues. "Well, at least they haven't started attacking again yet. This may be my last chance."

"Sheimy looks to the cultists with a sad frown, and asks, 'Maybe it's true that people in the light try and keep things they fear in the dark. But that doesn't mean that has to be the way it is: people only fear that which they don't understand. If you can help me to understand, we could share the light together! What do you say?'"

Flaming grabs at her dice, kisses them for luck, and rolls them for one last try
[1d10]

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.730516

>>730511
https://pastebin.com/jbpPAusX
>Vanguard

Kiteshield strapped to his hoof, Leather Cloak takes out an old charm hidden under his wrappings and rubs it for good luck.

>Serendipitous Duo: Relic; Passive; The wearer of this relic may choose one ally. If the wearer and the chosen ally are targeting the same enemy, all their rolls for that round gain +1.

>10+2 becomes 10+3 for Pryce

Slamming down his shield into the ground, he offers a prayer out to Hypomone and sends force a shockwave of holy energy to the chieftain and those in the nearby vicinity, enrapturing them in golden light.

>Phantasmagoria of Conquest: 3 times per Combat; Automatic; Sacrifice X hits to deal 4X damage and inflict a status condition (chosen when you learn this skill) on up to 3 targets.

Sacrificing 5 hits to deal 20 hits of damage

>(Status Condition) Delayed; The results of any roll made by those affected by Delayed take place a turn after they would normally. Rolls to dodge or interrupt may be made at any point between this time.

 No.730517

>>730514
Hopper inspects you for damage, then croaks, satisfied that things didn't go badly. You can see his eyes faintly sparking with a strange magical light. Lockjaw comes over and sniffs the both of you. Hopper grunts and sticks him with his tongue in annoyance.

"Now, we get to the learning. I saw a couple of spells that would be suitable to start you off," she says, leafing through your grimoire. "One is a spell for conjuring light-refracting bubbles of soap and water. The other is for increasing one's size in a purely illusory fashion. Somewhat limited, one might say, but every good stage magician must have a vast imagination. Which do you wish to begin learning?"

>>730516
>>730514
The Scuttlebutts screech as their bodies streak bright red from sudden intense heat. Their arrows pelt Pryce in many waves, but the power of his song's barrier dulls the pain to an unnoticable level.

>Aegis breaks, Pryce loses 1 Hit


The Chieftan staggers from the shockwave, his body now aglow. The Scuttlebutts caught in the blast erupt into light, their bodies dissolving into aether. Then, something truly bizarre happens. The Chieftan swings his immense club right toward Cloak – but it passes through him as if the Chieftan and the club were intangible ghosts. The club's arc smacks against a nearby building, but it does no damage whatsoever.

There are dozens of remaining scuttlebutts, but the pressure of Pryce's heatwave, and the strange miracle that Cloak just performed, spread panic through their ranks. Quite a many of them start to panic, splitting off in every which way to try and make a break for it. In this state, directing them would be near-effortless.

The Chieftan will not be swayed so easily, despite your powers, and tries again with another swing of his great tree.

[1d10+3] Cleave vs Pryce and Cloak

>>730515
"Damn you and your light! We reject you and your world, just as you have us! We want no peace, only the dominion of the moon!"

The occultists leap upon the rubble of the machinery, digging through it in a mad frenzy for the stone corpse parts. There, under e heap of stone and brass, you see them – the vampire's stone legs, long and muscled, coated in a natural armor, ending in jagged talons. The cultists scoop them up, trying to make a break for the door!

>"Chester's gonna try and spook 'em with Mimic Sound to make a vampire's roar!"

[1d10+1] Mimic Sound

>"Stop right there, occultist scum!" Great Voyage shouts.

[1d10] Word of Power

Roll #1 8 + 3 = 11 / Roll #2 1 + 1 = 2 / Roll #3 8 = 8

 No.730518

>>730517
Flaming sighs. "I guess Sheimy isn't the most negotiating princess after all." Flaming nods to the others, "Good idea, we have to try and get the legs back at least. Sheimy shouts, 'Hey! Get back here you crazy cultists, you don't know what you're doing'! And then, she runs past them quick as she can to block their exit."

She picks up the dice, "Run, Sheimy!"
[1d10] Block off their escape

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.730519

>>730517
>keep in mind Dream of Strength for incoming damage.

"I will weather their blows!"

Leather holds up his shield and readies himself for the blow of the delayed hit, and gets in the way of cleave.

Protect: Sir Pryce
>Protect: automatic instant, recharge 2 after effect ends; Takes all damage for a target for 2 turns. Neither can be rendered helpless in that time, but the knight becomes helpless after the effect ends if they would have become helpless during Protect’s duration.

He once again prays for retribution.
>Retaliate: recharge 3 after effect triggers; After three turns, you deal out damage for every hit you lost during those three turns. Going Helpless before the end of the three turns causes the effect to release instantly. Critfails don’t count toward the charge of this spell.
[1d10]

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.730520

>>730517
KP gives Lockjaw a pat as he comes over as well to check on the two.

>"Ooh! Ooh! Let's learn the bubbles!"

KP says, hopping up to his hooves excitedly.

>>730517
Pryce looks down at the crowd as they scatter in a panic, and the chieftan's club passing right through Cloak. He's left confused, but right now e needs to take advantage of this moment. His horn glows, sending the flameflakes out to arc around and strike the chieftan from all sides, while he flies in directly to strike the chief with his staff.
>Homing Magic Bolt [Flare, Autocrit] [1d10]
>Homing Magic Bolt [Flare, Autocrit] [1d10]
>Homing Magic Bolt [Flare, Autocrit] [1d10]
>Homing Magic Bolt [Flare, Autocrit] [1d10]

>Smack [Flare, DC 5, CritFail 2-, Cit 9+, Autocrit] [1d10+1]


Roll #1 1 = 1 / Roll #2 4 = 4 / Roll #3 4 = 4 / Roll #4 5 = 5 / Roll #5 1 + 1 = 2

 No.730522

>>730520
>>730519
>(6 damage - 1) from first delayed attack, (6 damage - 1) from second delayed attack on Cloak
>Protect applies all failed roll damage to Cloak: 5, 2, 2, 1, 5 = 15
>15 + 5 = 20; additional wound on Helpless once Protect ends

Pryce charges up a volley of attacks, but Cloak's trained danger sense sends a shock up his spine. From the corner of his eye, he sees many Scuttlebutts regrouping, arrows trained on Pryce. With no time to lose, Cloak jumps in front of Pryce, taking over a dozen arrow shots, piercing his armor at the joints and near the neck. Still standing, he turns and blocks the Chieftan's second strike as well, but it passes through him. A moment later, Cloak and Pryce are thrown backward by the impact of the first strike. The building that the Chieftan hit with his club earlier suddenly has a great dent in its side.

[1d10+3] Mysterious roll

The Scuttlebutts, starting to regroup after their bout of panic, take aim at Pryce once more.

[1d10+1]

The Chieftan turns and picks up the upper half of his destroyed tree-staff. It faintly crackles with dwindling magic power, yet some still remains. He turns and points it at Pryce and Cloak.

[1d10+1]

>>730520
Wizingstar turns the grimoire over to you, opened to a double-page spread of the spell in question, full of illustrations, theory, magic words, visualizations, and so on. "Give this a good quiet read with your frog, then once you're ready, try it out."

Hopper reads intently. Lockjaw comes over and lies down across your legs.

Roll #1 10 + 3 = 13 / Roll #2 8 + 1 = 9 / Roll #3 1 + 1 = 2

 No.730523

>>730518
The occultists skid to a halt as Great Voyage commands, then you spin about and block off the exit to the room. Occultists 1 and 2 draw forth evil-looking totems and fetishes from their cloaks–

>Box snickers. Regina rolls her eyes.


–and brandish them at you, chanting the words to an abominable curse…

[1d10+2]

>"I'll take the legs from 'em!" Box says.

[1d10+1] Recursion: WoP

Roll #1 4 + 2 = 6 / Roll #2 7 + 1 = 8

 No.730527

>>730522
>>730520
Leather gives a bloody grin to Pryce, side covered in arrowed. "By the gods Pryce, you're almost as bad as my Spook. This is going to hurt in a moment."

Leather starts barreling towards the chieftain and backhands the leftover tree-staff with his shield.

"Still have some magic in that tree of yours eh? Begone with your implement of misery!"

>Talent: (Patience Rewarded; passive: After a successful use of a skill and completing its subsequent recharge, gain +X to the next time the skill is attempted, where X is the recharge of skill. Reductions in cooldown completely nullify the bonus gained.)


[1d10+3] Shatter: Tree-Staff
>Shatter: recharge 2, weapon; Breaks the target's defenses, opening them up for attack. Any attacks against a Shattered target crit on a 8+ for two+1 rounds. Can be used against inanimate objects or armor to break and damage them efficiently.

He prays again to lessen the blows he's absorbed.

>I Dream of Strength: Instant; Recharge 1; Enhances the target's combat abilities until the end of combat. Every attack they land will do 1 extra hit of damage. Every attack made against them will do 1 less hit of damage, to a minimum of 1. This effect stacks with itself to a maximum of 3 successes.

[1d10+1]

Roll #1 4 + 3 = 7 / Roll #2 7 + 1 = 8

 No.730528

>>730523
Flaming looks over towards Box, barely holding in some snickers of her own. "Hehehehehe…. hey, why doesn't Voltigern get mad at Regina for using dirty language?"

Flaming lets her chuckles subside. "Seeing all attempts at diplomacy have failed, Sheimy sighs with a heavy heart, and resigns herself to finish this off as she fires off a magic bolt of fire at the totems, before they can complete their evil hex!"

[1d10]
[1d10]
"Magic Bolt (fire) on one of the totems!"

Roll #1 7 = 7 / Roll #2 8 = 8

 No.730530

>>730522
>>730519
Pryce tuns his head back as Leather intercepts the volley, being riddled with arrows. Unforunately this leaves him distracted to not notice the club swing, which while doing nothing, the impact following it leaves Pryce dazed. He gets up from the toss, getting back into form.
"Leather, are you alright?"
He asks before the Chieftan raises his staff again, to which Pryce quick swings his own staff forward in his telekinesis to strike the chief in the chest.
>Strike [Flare, DC5, CritFail 2-, Crit 9+] [1d10+1]

>>730522
KP sits back down on the cushion, holding the grimoire in his magic and holding it so Hopper and Lockjaw can read it.
>"I'll be ready in no time!"

Roll #1 5 + 1 = 6

 No.730532

>>730527
With an echoing CRACK, you annihilate what remains of the upper half of the tree-staff, sending ice and wooden splinters everywhere. The impact knocks the Chieftan upon his back. A great amount of his front half has been frozen solid – backlash induced by your attack of opportunity.

>IDoS applies since Protect isn't up until next turn; (6 damage - 2) from first delayed attack, (6 - 2) from second; failed rolls from before: 4, 1, 1, 0, 4 = 10; 10 + 4 + 4 (second delayed attack would apply THIS turn but is held off due to Protect) = 18; additional wound once protect ends


>>730530
>>730527
Pryce retaliates against the Chieftan while he's down; the fire of his staff is only made all the more effective upon the Chieftan's frozen body. He rises on an elbow and lashes out at Pryce, when suddenly–

"HEY!!!" an overpowering voice cries out from the alleyway. The voice is so powerful that it sends a rippling storm of wind currents down the alley, shattering windows and upending flagstone and concrete all at once. A few scuttlebutts are tossed from the port into the ocean, and all heads turn to the alley to the north.

There, at the northern end of it, you see Zjetya, standing ready for battle in front of River and the kids. Pryce reognizes her ultimate attack easily.

The injured Chieftan, switching tactics, gets up and bellows, charging toward Zjetya, followed by the raving Scuttlebutts.

[1d10+2]
[1d10+1]

You get a glimpse of your allies booking it west down the alleyway toward the Anomaly as fast as they can.

[4d10+1]

>>730530
It's honestly a bit of a boring read, as mages can't seem to write a grimoire without delving into purple prose and esoteric terminology, even in a grimoire for children. Plus, it's nice and warm out and the sun is coming through the window.

>Roll to resist the urge for a midmorning nap


Roll #1 6 + 2 = 8 / Roll #2 9 + 1 = 10 / Roll #3 5, 7, 6, 4 + 1 = 23

 No.730533

>>730528
>"Well, you are her psuedo-daughter now," LJ says. "It'd be weird to lecture another adult on her language."

You destroy one totem with fire, purging its dark spell, but the other occultist gets off his attack before you can retaliate. Suddenly your vision goes dark as shadow engulfs you. You hear chaos and confusion as the Occultists run away from your allies!

At Great Voyage's orders, one of the Occultists drops a leg before he can escape, but the other keeps running, his leg in tow.

>"I'll charge him from behind!" LJ says.


[1d10] normal attack

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.730535

>>730532
As the chieftan's staff shatters, Pryce is about ready to believe the fight finished. That is until he turns upon hearing Zjetya's voice bellow across the city block, seeing her voice rend a good deal of the foundation. Although the Chief is disarmed, seeing the swarms of imps charge after her is something he cannot let stand by. He sings loudly, his tune echoing back to shield Zjetya as she draws the attention of the Scuttlebutts towards the trapped alley, a burning phoenix forming around her.
>The Scroll of Seneh, the Wildfire Aegis [Phoenix] [Auto]

>>730532
KP rests his hooves on Lockjaw, using the sturdy deviljho as a bit of a rest as he scans through the grimoire. It reminds him of the slow days of his knight training, which could drag on and on. He wasn't that great at lasting through those either at the start.
>Stay Awake [1d10]

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.730537

>>730530
"It's my job, Pryce!" Leather laughs, "I've taken cannonfire before, this is just a flesh wound!"

>>730532
Leather prays once more for vengeance before he falls helpless.

>Retaliate: recharge 3 after effect triggers; After three turns, you deal out damage for every hit you lost during those three turns. Going Helpless before the end of the three turns causes the effect to release instantly. Critfails don’t count toward the charge of this spell.

[1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.730538

>>730533
Flaming snickers. "I guess so. Still, just funny. 'Fetishes', hehehe."

As LJ says he'll charge him from behind, Flaming winces at his 1. "Ooooh, no, you won't. But maybe Sheimy can do it! She says, 'Don't worry Voyage, your princess has got this!' and leaps over, using her magic to pull glue from her magical hat to immobilize him!"

Flaming grabs at the dice, and rolls, "Come on come on, comeon!"
[1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.730539

>>730538
>"It's a technical term, and many priests and shamans across the world would be very annoyed to hear you laughing," Regina whines like a nerd with a wide anthropological interest in cults and magic.

You manage to splash a bit of glue on the floor, which trips up Great Voyage. Most of it ends up behind the occultist, but a bit manages to touch the bottom of one of his hooves, and it sticks fast to the ground. He falls and faceplants, and the stony corpse leg scatters down the hallway.

Suddenly, just when it seems you're in the clear… the lone leg stands up! It bends, cracks forming along its surface, and it tries to hop away from you!

[1d10] "Oh no you don't!" Chester shouts as he books it after the leg.

[1d10] the leg tries to hop away.

Roll #1 3 = 3 / Roll #2 5 = 5

 No.730541

>>730535
Turns out, Lockjaw is actually pretty comfortable. You lean further and further upon him, propping up the book on his curled tail, untizzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

>>730535
>>730537
Pryce supports Cloak on his shoulder as the two give chase to the scuttlebutts. You hear shouts of confusion, pain and dismay, and the hungry snap of metal mechanisms, as the traps you appropriated and laid in the alley find their mark, crippling or even killing a great many of the Scuttlebutts. Despite his wounds, the Chieftan presses on…

Until, as Cloak's legs give out underneath him, a heavenly light envelops him, and for an instant, he illuminates as bright as a star…

An eruption of light, accompanied by a blast of trumpets, rockets out from Cloak's body. Dozens of Scuttlebutts are instantaneously evaporated. The Chieftan is blown off his feet, thrown to the end of the alleyway, where he clashes against the base of a tower with so much force that a heap of stone and metal fall upon him. A bell from the top of the tower teeters… and falls, and with a great clang, deals the final blow.

>Cloak 0/4

 No.730543

>>730537
"It's been quite some time since we last fought together, I wasn't expecting you to take an army's volley without a second thought."
Pryce says with concern still.

>>730541
>>730537
As they chase after the Scuttlebutts, Pryce feels confident in the safety of the others as he hears the traps go off. But when Cloak begins to glow, Pryce is given pause.
"Wha—"
He is silenced by the eruption, shielding his face with a wing to not be blinded. When the light fades, he looks to see the area by them cleared, and the chieftan thrown into a tower like a rag doll, thoroughly defeated.
Pryce looks to Leather, holding him upright still, in shock and awe.
"Are.. you alright?"
He asks again.
"Here, let me patch you up."
His horn glows, casting a white light over Leather's body to fix up the arrow wounds and restore his energy.
>Prayer for Deliverance [1d10+1]

Roll #1 1 + 1 = 2

 No.730544

>>730539
Flaming calms down her snickering, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know you're right. Just… I'll cut it out." She says, letting one last chuckle escape.

As Voyage gets tripped up in her glue, Flaming gets indignant and looks to Journey, "Ugh, Journey, you got all up in my goo trap!" She says. As Regina describes the last leg walking away on its own, Flaming's eyes open wide with surprise. "It's moving!? That can't be good…. uh, Sheimy quickly leaps after Chester, intent on helping him nab it before he gets away. She shouts, 'STOP HOPPING, you… you…' uh…." Flaming stammers, trying to think of something clever. "Oh! Uh, she says 'you won't get a leg up on ME!'. And then she tackles it!"

[1d10] Rolling!

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.730545

>>730537
>>730541
>>730543
His horn then sends out a pulse of healing light, washing over the two to cleanse the fatigue and ache of the battle.
>Commandment of Balance [Auto]

 No.730546

>>730541
Leather Cloak kneels for a moment catching his breath, polishing the hourglass symbol on his kiteshield.

>>730543
"As I've said, I've taken much worse protecting the Spook Rooster. Flashy, no?"

 No.730548

>>730545
>>730543
>>730546
With a divine flame and glowing warmth, Pryce heals your many wounds, though you are still winded and sore from the fight, and spattered with much blood and sweat. Some time later, you see Zjetya, River and the kids come out from the western end of the alley, amazed and impressed by the mass carnage that you wrought. Sugar checks the corpses, wacking with her wrench anything that looks like it might not be 100% dead. Spitshine watches her with more than a little silent concern.

"You guys could clean house as pest exterminators once we're at peace with demonkind," Zjetya notes grimly.
"So, this is the power a Horror boasts?" River asks Cloak. "Frightening stuff, to be sure. Good to not be on the receiving end. Well, shall we get the stolen merchandise?"
"Don't forget to shake down the corpses," Spitshine says. "Specially you, Pryce, you're always strapped for cash. Mares don't like that, you know."

 No.730549

>>730544
>"Can I have Great Voyage fall on top of the occultist to keep him pinned?" LJ asks.
>Regina shrugs. "Oh, why not?"

Great Voyage and the occultist end up in a sticky mess, but GV gets the best of him, pinning him to the stone floor of the hall, and before the vampire's wayward leg can escape, you scoop it up. It struggles in your grasp, and the arms, even though they're held in your bag, start to stir as they're brought into proximity of the leg.

"You'd better let me take it, and keep it far away from the arms!" Chester says.

 No.730552

>>730548
"Blinding is more like it. Where did you learn a power like that?"

>>730548
As the others come over with the imps cleared out, Pryce smiles to see them all okay. He does keep an eye on Sugar for a little longer as she beats a few of the corpses with her wrench.
"I never knew how devastating your voice can be. That was… something else."
Pryce says to Zjetya in amazement.
"I pray that this isn't a common pest problem."
Pryce jests lightly after all the trouble these creatures caused. He then nods to River.
"Right. This way, the warehouse should be all clear now with the panic they went through."
Pryce gives Spitshine a bit of an insulted look at being called out.
"I don't think these creatures carried much on them, aside from a slew of arrows."

 No.730554

>>730548
Leather chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Exterminators? Hmmngh.. to be fair, not the first chieftain of an undiplomatic clan I've been tasked with."

>>730552
"The shopkeep did note they were cutpurses and thieves. If you so desired you could hang back check the fallen over. I can carry a great deal, thanks to my stature and your healing."

Leather makes for the warehouse, whistling a hymn lightheartedly.

 No.730555

>>730549
Flaming smiles at Journey, "Okay, I take it back: THAT was pretty cool. Still goofy, but cool." She says in compliments to his taking down the occultist.

Flaming looks up to Regina, "As Sheimy handles the moving leg, she struggles with it and shouts to Chester, 'Yeah I agree: the arms are getting really agitated! I'd hide them if there were any place we could be sure they'd be safe from the cultists!' and I toss the other leg to him to keep them separate."

"Um, can I use the glue to make sure both the occultists are restrained properly before we move on, can we do that 'automatic' I think the rules call it?"

 No.730557

>>730554
"You recovered from that quite well, even with my magic."
Pryce says, surprised as Leather walks off with a jaunty whistle.

 No.730559

>>730555
You look about as Chester stows away the struggling legs within his bag. As for the first occultist, it looks like he may have fled already, though to where, you cannot be sure. The one that Great Voyage has pinned has stopped struggling, exhausted from his wounds and the warrior's weight. Restraining him with glue will not be difficult at all.

>"Alright, I'll hold him there while Sheimy binds him up," LJ says.

>"Looks like we just have the torso and head to go…" Box says. "Let's heal up then make a plan! If the legs and arms reacted even while the arms were sealed in the box, who knows what'll happen when we get to the biggest part."

 No.730560

>>730554
>>730552
"That's why I'm always practicing," Zjetya says, then nods at Spitshine. "He's right, you know. Even if it's just some ammo and bows, Ecclesia would probably give you a few coins for 'em. Something's better than nothing."

>make 2 loot rolls for the normal Scuttlebutts if you want, and 1 for the Chieftan.


>>730554
You enter the warehouse. It's in quite a state of disrepair, with most of the shutter doors having been smashed through or ripped off the rollers, probably to clear up a jam or two. Crates of various sizes are stacked high. A few of them bear a stylish W as their logo, which you recognize from the sign hanging outside Wizingstar's shop. Others are marked with various other logos and brands, likely stolen from other areas in this World, or perhaps even other Worlds altogether.

Among the stolen goods, you see several strange cylinders, wrapped all in colorful paper. Either end of the cylinder is tied up, and they look like they're meant to be pulled to open.

>If you want to take some of these, make a roll for each. Limit 3 per character.


Spitshine, wandering over, picks one up and gives it a pull.

[1d10]

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.730561

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>>730560
Cloak pockets a couple of the strange to pull with Glass later, figuring she'd be a fan of the gimmick. He joins Spitshine in pulling one open.
[1d10]

After that's all said and done, he gives a quick once-over to the contents of some of the other crates in the warehouse, before loading up the Wizingstar crates on his back.
[1d10] hasty perception
>Tough

Roll #1 3 = 3 / Roll #2 10 = 10

 No.730563

>>730559
Flaming says, 'Sheimy runs over and drizzles the entire vile of glue she pulled out of her hat over the cultist, saying 'Okay, now you stay here and think about what you've done!' before tossing the empty bottle and looking to the others, particularly towards Voyage," she nudges Journey," and says 'That was really brave how you caught him back there, Voyage, I'm impressed!'"

"'Okay, I agree we can't let them all get close to each other any more, simply bringing them together may bring the vampire back all on their own! But we can't just leave the pieces here either, the other cultists may just find them and then we'll need to start all over.'" Flaming pauses, rubbing her chin.

"Hrmmm… I didn't really roll well last time for hiding the arm. Do you… do you think we should try destroying them now like we said we might with the head?"

 No.730564

>>730560
"I suppose you're right…"
Pryce says as it's pointed out. He gives a look over the vanquished Scuttlebutts, and the Chieftan under the tower of rubble, before heading on to the warehouse to help assist with the retrieval of the store supplies.
>Loot Scuttlebutts [1d10] [1d10]
>Loot Scuttlebutt Chieftan [1d10]

Roll #1 7 = 7 / Roll #2 10 = 10 / Roll #3 3 = 3

 No.730565

>>730564
Among the dead Scuttlebutts, you collect about 30 arrow shafts that could be fitted with proper heads and turned into quality arrows. Five of the bows are salvageable, though still made of poor material. Finally, you cut several pouches from their sides, coming away with a collection of jewels. You could probably get good money for it from a general store, or more from a jeweler.

You notice that the remnants of the upper half of the pine tree staff still have some trace magical residue upon them. Perhaps, if you took a piece of it, you might be able to have it restored.

>>730561
You and Spitshine pull open a couple of the strange little crackers, and with a pop and a burst of confetti, they drop out some pouches of rock candy that resembles precious gemstones, as well as a couple of neat little paper crowns. Spitshine's is an amber color, while yours is a solid black. Spitshine promptly puts his own. "No wonder the chieftan was hoarding all these, this is pretty neat. Hey, Sugar, come check this out!" he says, grabbing a couple more to pull with her.

[2d10]

>>730564
>>730561
The other crates seem to contain food preserves, tea, blocks of sugar, spices, tobacco, rare wood logs, flax, hemp, various drugs, as well as more valuable things – tapestries, scrolls, rugs, vases of gold and silver, and the like. It looks like cargo that might have been stolen from a major merchant galley. With no signs of the owners anywhere in this plundered city, you could make the argument that it's yours by right of conquest.

Roll #1 5, 1 = 6

 No.730566

>>730563
>"Heheh, you're really taking after your namesake," Box says.

Voyage puffs out his chest with pride, but the talk of the vampire's parts give him pause. "Would we even be able to destroy the vampire's body fully? Even exposure to focused magical sunlight wasn't able to annihilate them."
"And there's an important question to consider," Chester adds. "If we destroy the limbs, might not the vampire regenerate them?"

>"You could try rolling knowledge," Regina suggests.

 No.730567

>>730566
Flaming smiles, "I don't know what you're talking about, Box, Sheimy is an entirely original creation of mine."

She coughs, and says, "'It definitely is tricky! If we can't destroy them, then I guess we HAVE to try and hide them or put them somewhere safe.'"

As Regina makes the suggestion, Flaming grips at her dice, "She does that! She knowledges the heck out of it…" she says, rolling her dice
[1d10]

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.730568

>>730567
Flaming pounds the table. "SH-… shoot."

 No.730569

>>730565
>>730564
"Well these'll sell for a good-" Leather turns around mid sentence, noticing Pryce enter the warehouse, "Pryce, take a few of these novelties. I'm sure your smaller counterpart will enjoy them. There's some valuables here should you still feel low on income- Dagger'd say finders keepers."

 No.730570

>>730567
>You feel Vortigern's judgmental stare boring into the back of your head.

You end up thinking about how you probably left the stove on and the water running back at your house. You reflect upon how rare it is in a feudal world to have both a magitech stove and running water. Your luxurious life as an adventurer will be your undoing.

>LJ and Box roll unsure of where that economic manifesto came from

[2d10]

Roll #1 3, 7 = 10

 No.730571

>>730565
Pryce gathers up the supplies, putting the pouches in his robe and carrying the bows and arrows in his telekinesis. He looks over the staff, remembering the strange magics the chieftan was using, and takes the most salvageable piece he can find from it. With this scavenging finished, Pryce heads to the warehouse with the others.

>>730565
>>730569
Pryce steps inside, seeing Leather already loaded with Wizingstar's crates.
"I see you got everything already covered."
He glances to the other crates, far more than he expected from his passing scout earlier. He glances over them for any identifying markers.
>Check [1d10]
"Are you sure? Wizingstar did say the witches aren't much on currency, but these must belong to somepony."

Seeing the kids popping the little paper rolls and Leather calling them out, Pryce picks up one himself out of curiosity and gives it a pull.
"What are they?"
>[1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5 / Roll #2 10 = 10

 No.730572

>>730570
>>730570
Flaming looks back at Vortigern, smiling widely as she looks on proudly at having avoided her swear.

Flaming laughs at Regina's explanation. "Hahahaha… hehehe… you know, even when I roll badly, at least you make the failures fun. Sheimy is super unreliable in making sure she leaves her stove off before she leaves, it's incredible she hasn't burned her house down."

She looks at Box's 7, smiling, "Hey, that has to be good, right?"

 No.730573

>>730572
>Your heart leaps into your throat as you turn around, for Vortigern is standing right behind you, without having made so much as a sound. She fixes you with a stern stare for a moment… then pats your head.

>Regina scratches down a note and passes it to Box.


Chester racks his brain, then taps his claws together in an epiphany. "If I remember correctly, vampires can't regenerate limbs that are severed by blessed weapons – but those limbs still have a sympathetic connection to the main body. Whoever slew this vampire probably used one to get the limbs like this. If we destroy the limbs, we'll put some severe damage on her, but she'll be able to regenerate sooner or later. If we leave them as is, she won't be able to regenerate 'em, but she'll have more vitality when we try to destroy the heart."

GV considers the options, pacing in contemplative silence.

 No.730574

>>730571
You end up with a crooked branch of decent size and heft. Perhaps it would make good material for a wand if you can find a wandmaker.

>>730571
Your cracker produces quite a few fireworks and colorful light squiggles once it's popped. It drops a small box of chocolate, a red floppy hat with a white band and a white pom on the end, and an aqua-colored paper crown with golden trim. Sugar and Spitshine come back with paper crowns of their own. Seeing all this happening, River and Zjetya immediately commander their own.

[2d10]

"Looks like a party favor for whatever holiday they might have been celebrating recently," Sugar says. "Maybe we could make something like it back in our World?"

>>730571
>>730569
Pryce finds the same brands and company logos that Cloak found earlier, but they seem to be of companies and groups he does not recognize. Their names are written in another language, defying identification.

Zjetya looks over at the crates. "Even if we won't get direct gold from the Witches for 'em, this stuff is still useful. Hell, Ecclesia's always looking for salt, herbs and other preservatives. If you don't want to steal 'em, just 'donate' 'em. Either way, I don't think this is something we should just leave behind."

Roll #1 1, 1 = 2

 No.730580

>>730574
>>730569
Pryce takes a step back as the paper cracker bursts into fireworks and light.
"Wow… This little toy did that?"
Pryce says, impressed. He looks to Sugar at her comment.
"Definitely. This would make great gifts."
He picks up one of the crackers for KP when they get back. He looks at the two hats dropped from it, tucking the red one away, and donning the paper crown as the kids do. Then finally he picks up the small box of chocolate, looking to River and Zjetya.
"Want one?"
He says, offering to everypony as he opens it and takes one for himself, a snack being a nice reward after the fight.

As the others chime in, Pryce hums in thought.
"I suppose you're right. I can't tell where they came from, and wherever they came from probably weren't as magically tuned as Wizingstar was to track them back."
He says, using his magic to lift some of the crates, focusing on the supplies mostly but also making sure to lift one of the other assorted valuables.

 No.730581

>>730573
Flaming looks up in surprise at Vortigern's sudden appearance, her eyes widening and involuntarily swallowing a gulp… but smiles meekly as her head is patted. "Hehehe… see? Behaved."

Flaming looks to Box as 'Chester' explains the situation, rubbing her chin as she contemplates what to say. "Hmmm…."

"'Okay! So I think we shouldn't destroy them: even if we did, it'd just be something she could grow back later, and THEN we'll be in trouble. But we can't let them get close to the torso and head either. We have no choice, we HAVE to hide them!'"

Flaming sighs, "Okay, Sheimy, don't let me down this time… she looks for a decent hiding spot here in the room, what does she see?"
She rolls the dice, eying them intently
[1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.730582

>>730574
"I'm sure I could put a fun spin on the trip, I've been needing to write down my adventures with the kids on the way. Some kind of stories to tell them." Leather nods to Sugar, "To start a holiday, hmm. Well it's no birthday, but at least we have gifts to bring back to the others."

 No.730584

>>730581
It looks like the explosion knocked loose a great many of the flagstones in the room, opening crevices underneath where a corpse part might be buried with a little effort and ingenuity.

>"Alright, Voyage will help clear out the debris so Sheimy can bury it!" LJ says.

>"And I'll try to look ahead and see if there's any danger lurking out there," Box says.

[1d10]

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.730585

>>730580
>>730582
"Pretty fitting, what with the Holy Feast coming up, huh?" Zjetya asks. "Tell you what, let's give some of the proceeds to Ecclesia's orphanage wing, once we get enough to cover our own expenses?"

You're a little startled – the Most Holy Feast of the Opening of the Sacred Vault of St. Providence the Generous (the Holy Feast, for short) is coming up in a few weeks. It almost seems to have snuck up on you. Such plunder as this would be excellent gifts for that holiday of merry-making and snowponies.

>>730580
>>730582
Something bizarre unfolds – Zjetya and River pull theirs simultaneously, holding one in each hoof as they both yank. In a flash of purple light and an arc of intense magic energy between the crackers, the two vanish, crackers and all, leaving no trace that they were ever there. About five seconds later, the two re-appear, both wearing paper crowns – Zjetya with a gold one, and River with a white. The two look flabbergasted at the whole event, too shocked even to really react as they gasp and try to catch their breaths.

"What…?" Spitshine hazards.
"We're back!" River exclaims. "Goodness… let's be off to our own World. I've had enough of jumping to other Worlds."
"Y-yeah, those guys can probably deal with… with whatever that was," Zjetya stammers.

 No.730586

>>730584
Flaming pumps her hooves, "Yes! Sheimy points out the rocks, and quickly starts digging along side Voyage to put the legs down in one spot, and the arms in another. OH! Four spots in total, keep all the limbs as seperated by debris to keep them safe as we can."

[1d10] "Rolling for digging up using my magic."

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.730587

>>730585
"The Holy Feast is coming up already?"
Pryce questions, having lost track of time with their recently busy schedule. Recalling the date, he nods in agreement.
"That sounds like an excellent idea, especially with things will be soon. We'll give them a great holiday."

As Zjetya and River both pull their crackers together and then vanish nearly instantaneously, Pryce looks over in horror.
"RIVER? ZJETYA?!"
He shouts, before they re-appear with their own paper crowns.
"I-I… Wh-What happened?!"
Pryce stammers in shock as they nonchalantly greet at their return.

 No.730588

>>730586
It takes some time, but you manage to complete your work. But then…

>Regina tosses some dice behind her screen, then smirks devilishly.


A great shuddering quake rocks the temple, then gradually subsides.

>"Oh shoot," LJ says.

>"Oh chute," Box echoes.

 No.730589

>>730585
"Firmament unbroken-" Cloak curses in bewilderment, "Already? Well then it's settled, toys for the orphans and gold for the orphanage."

After the two return, he checks to make sure they're uninjured, but nods when they're ready to leave. "Let's make haste then, we've crates to deliver."

 No.730590

>>730585
[1d10] Tough

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.730591

>>730588
"THAT doesn't sound good. They must be getting close to summoning it!"

"Uh, Sheimy says, 'Wooooah! Someone must be throwing a party up there! Okay, we got the limbs hidden as best we can, let's go track down the body before its too late!', and then she goes off towards the last hallway they didn't explore from the intersection before!"

"And, she does it fast!" She says, rolling her own die again despite there being no real need.
[1d10]

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.730592

>>730585
>>730587
>>730589
"Right. And let's be careful this time, now that we know what travelling an Anomaly entails."
Pryce says in agreement.

When they reach the portal to return to Wizingstar's, Pryce takes the rope and attaches everypony this time, so there's no more risk of any pony falling.
>Secure Crossing [1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.730593

>>730591
The three of you bolt for the final corridor, dashing as fast as your legs will carry you. As you return to the central rotunda and make the bend to the last corridor, you feel an intense pressure in the air. Below, the flagstones in the ground have been tossed up and shaken by the quake. Evil runes, hastily drawn, have been disturbed by the shaking. Unstable, their deadly magic sparks and roars as you come near.

>Regina puts on some ominous music with her illusion magic.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOjeLKl47Fg

>"We'll keep on running! We've got no time to waste!" Box says.


[2d10]

Roll #1 1, 7 = 8

 No.730594

>>730589
>>730587
"I think we may have ended up in some other realm or plane," River says. "Perhaps even another World – but one World on the verge of ending. A black sun hung in the sky. People were running around in a mad panic."
"And… something about a turtle on the back of an elephant and an ancient prophecy," Zjetya says. "Or… maybe it was vice versa. I dunno. There were some adventurer-looking types coming through there, so I figure they'll take care of it."

>>730592
>>730590
It's a short walk to the Anomaly, and you're mighty hungry by the end of it, now that the adrenaline of battle has worn off, but you have one final task ahead of you. Getting nice and secure, you group up with the mares and the children in the center to ensure their safety, and strap the crates down as best you can with some rope and paste appropriated from the warehouse.

Carefully, you pass through the unpredictable portal, wade across the synesthesia of space and time, the gulf between Worlds…

and with a great shudder, and a pressure that feels like an ocean wave breaking upon you, you stumble out on the other side, back in Wizingstar's upper loft, the storage area. In the middle of the room, you find KP, laying on a couple cushions. Lockjaw and Hopper are with him, and the three have been carefully wrapped in a blanket as they have a morning nap.

 No.730597

>>730593
Flaming's ears perk up as she puts on the ominous music, nodding her head in approval. "VERY nice touch."

"And, yeah, what they said! Sheimy doesn't slow down for danger, heck she speeds up for it!" She says, tossing in her dice to roll alongside Journey and Box. "We're almost there, let's do it!"
[1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.730599

>>730594
"Cute." Leather notes as they exit the portal, careful not to disturb the sleeping foal and others.

Temporarily setting the crates down, Leather goes downstairs to check in on the small shopkeeper. "You'll find the creatures have been dealt with. Is there anywhere you'd like your goods to be brought?"

 No.730602

>>730594
"You went to a place like that, from those little crackers?"
Pryce says in astonishment, before giving them both a wing hug.
"I'm glad you're back safe. If we ever find more of those, we're all popping them at the same time to be safe."

>>730594
Once they finally return back to their world, Pryce unties everypony and sighs in relief and exhaustion now that the task is done.
"I hope that's the last big task we need to do today…"
He looks to see KP and the pets sleeping away on the cushion. He smiles, walking softly to carry the crates downstairs to finish their business first before waking him.

"We've cleared out the Scuttlebutts, and retrieved your stolen supplies. There shouldn't be any more left, but it may be safer to close that anomaly."
He reports.

 No.730604

>>730602
They nod, sighing with relief, and answer your wing hug with a triple kiss. Sugar looks away, clearly embarrassed, while Spitshine just finds it amusing.

>>730602
>>730599
Wizingstar is in the middle of brewing tea and heating up scones and jam when you come down. She has a few guests over, fellow Witches, with the occasional changeling among them. "Oh, you can set those down in the basement. The trapdoor is in the back room. Just go ahead and set them down anywhere, I'll have my familiars sort them out later. Now, while you might have done that as a transaction, I'll not let you leave 'til I've given you my gratitude. Come and heave a seat and snack a while."

She pulls up a couple more chairs around a table (comically oversized for her) for you all.

Spitshine looks up at you two. "Think I should get Half-Pryce or should we let him sleep?"

 No.730605

>>730597
>LJ turns white as he rolls another 1.
>"You healed everyone after the end of the last fight, right?" Regina asks.
>"Yeah, 100%, especially myself, I definitely healed myself all the way," LJ stammers.
>Regina's evil grin grows wider. "Good."

You break formation, leaping over stone and rubble to avoid the malfunctioning magic, but in so doing, Great Voyage fails to notice a hidden rune, obscured by the shattered rocks. He's beset by a painful cage of dark lightning, paralyzing him as it shoots up his spine and all through his limbs. He begins to float in the air, and afterwards, zooms down the hallway faster than any of you, pulled along by an unknown force.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmoXam47liY

Sprinting now to keep up, you come to the end of the hall, to the grandest and longest of the three crypts of the vampire. At an ornate altar at the back of the room, you see a group of five occultists, including the one that escaped earlier. Before them is the biggest contraption of those you have seen. Its light, provided by three suns, is amplified upon the largest corpse part, one solid stone body, missing its limbs. They seem to be putting the finishing touches on dismantling it, when GV's paralyzed body floats toward them.

The biggest of the occultists cackles as the helpless Voyage is there. "Perfect! Quickly now, they're upon us! Let us waste no time!"

He floats Voyage over to the body of the vampire. It begins to stir and shake, and a malevolent dark aura starts spreading over Voyage's body, sparking with cursed magic.

>"I'll thrash and struggle until I can escape!" LJ says.

[1d10]
>"And I'll sound out the battle cry!" Box says.
[1d10+1] Inspire

Roll #1 8 = 8 / Roll #2 1 + 1 = 2

 No.730606

>>730604
"Thank you, this is truly appreciated."
Pryce says as Wizingstar stops them for tea. He nods at the instructions, setting their acquired loot aside and helping Leather move Wizingstar's supplies to the basement.

"If I know how I was back then, he'd be upset if we had treats without him. Let him know we're back."
He says to Spitshine.

 No.730607

>>730604
"Yes ma'am, we'd be happy to." Leather moves the crates with relative ease, eventually joining the others at the table.

Looking over to Spitshine, he shrugs, "Is the younger one a fan of tea and scones do you figure? Pryce senior could always share some of his chocolates with him after we're done here."

 No.730608

>>730607
>>730606
Leather nods, "Fair enough."

 No.730609

>>730605
Flaming groans, "Seriously, Journey, what is WITH your dice? You've thrown more 1's this game than anyone. You want to try rolling my dice next?"

"Okay, as Voyage gets pulled ahead, Sheimy lets out a shrill gasp, and runs after him shouting 'Hey, Voyage! Don't get so far ahead of the rest of us!' like she doesn't know it's not his fault.

Flaming gasps as she explains the intro scene, "Wait, it's trying to POSSESS Voyage? Oh boy… oh boy that is NOT good at all. Okay, Sheimy quickly powers up, gathering a bunch of flaming orbs around her body to use for an attack as she shouts at the cultists, 'Hey! Put my coltfriend down right now or you'll be sorry!'"
[1d10+2] "Here goes… Homing Attack!"

Roll #1 5 + 2 = 7

 No.730610

>>730608
>>730607
"He's not a big fan of tea, but he does like to be around for gatherings and such."

 No.730612

>>730609
>"Coltfriend?" LJ and GV ask simultaneously, having forgotten all about the bad dice.

You charge up two orbs, but one of the occultists sets a cursed seal upon Chester's lumpet, causing it to produce a miserable, droning tone that makes your brain feel like it's shaking around in your skull.

>-1 next round from critfail


GV manages to break free of the dark magic binding him, but he ends up falling right upon the stone corpse of the vampire. He starts to stagger, feeling weak and anemic, and it's for good reason. His skin starts to break and bleed, and the blood is drawn in toward the stone corpse, empowering it. The occultists gather round and try to push him down.

"Oh no you don't! Away, cowards!" GV declares, powering up and striking at the nearest one.

[1d10+2] Empowered attack

Chester sneers at the occultist that cursed him, and instead mimics your last action.

[1d10] Recursion

"You think you're the only one with a few powerful spells to your name?" the lead occultist sneers, charging up his own magic.

[1d10+1] Homing Magic

Roll #1 2 + 2 = 4 / Roll #2 5 = 5 / Roll #3 2 + 1 = 3

 No.730613

>>730606
>>730607
You separate your own loot from Wizingstar's recovered goods, dropping off your delivery in the basement. After Spitshine and Sugar reunite with their pets (whom Wizingstar and her guests had been pampering and feeding treats until you arrived) they head upstairs to gently wake up KP and the others. They make sure to let Lockjaw remain asleep, just in case he's a bit ornery on the wakeup.

Meanwhile, on the ground level, Wizingstar gets up on a stool placed on her own chair so that she can pour you all some tea. Seed cakes, scones, jam, sausages, frothy beer, sliced apples and tangerines and peaches come around as well, while the other witches get back to their chat. It's mostly idle stuff – mentorships, finances, fashion, how sisters and nieces and daughters are doing. Demons are almost never brought up, except in the context of experiments. It doesn't seem to be a huge concern for them with their advanced magic.

Zjetya seems intently interested in the changeling witches. She scoots over, leaning in for a hushed conversation with the two of them, using her wing to cover up her mouth.

>Paused, continue RP at your leisure

 No.730614

>>730612
Flaming blushes, realizing what she'd just said out loud. She looks to Journey, the heat flushing in her cheeks, but does not answer positively or negatively as she chuckles to herself and pushes forward.

"Sheimy says, 'Get OFF of him!' and, with all the righteous fury of an angry princess wizard, fires her orbs and a powerful stream of fire at the lead cultist. 'I don't know what you plan to do with that vampire, but I know it's not nice!'"

Flaming picks up three die, and blows on them for luck. "Okay, she fires!"
[1d10-1] Storm Bolt, Crit Fail 3- for 3 attacks
[1d10-1] Homing Attack 1
[1d10-1] Homing Attack 2

Roll #1 6 - 1 = 5 / Roll #2 6 - 1 = 5 / Roll #3 4 - 1 = 3

 No.730795

Last time, on HolyQuest…

Shei, Amy and Gadriel met with Shei-perd in one of the longhouses of Commontown, which had in recent days become one of Ecclesia's northernmost holdings. The town was busy, perhaps busier than it had been in its history, as Ecclesian leadership turned the once-sleepy town into a walled stronghold.

Shei-perd was one of many in charge of re-educating the goats who had made the journey across the continent to escape the tide of demons pouring in over Accorsia. The goats, formerly slaves to griffons and the myriad other kingdoms of the Empire, found themselves in a position of servitude once more, which Shei-perd once again facilitated.

Shei-perd showed little love for Shei when he came to visit her, having been estranged from him nearly since his early childhood. Over the course of their meeting, she gradually warmed up to the two. After Shei finished miraculously growing crops underground for the goats, the group decided they were in the mood for cake.

 No.730796

>Amy, Shei
Shei-perd takes you to one of many kitchens available, and this one is in a higher cave of the mountain, and one that is well-ventilated. She procures a few bowls, some whisks and measuring cups, but after a little bit of motherly fussing, decides to allow you to take the lead, and have a chance at being a dutiful son.

 No.730797

>>730796
>>730796
Shei-Sher takes the initiative alongside his mother, enjoying his mother's nagging him in the kitchen as he searches the pantry for all the basic ingredients but also for cocoa or chocolate, vanilla or syrup substitutes, and strawberry to make the neopolitan cake everyone cantankerously compromised on.

"Mhm, As a practitioner of the occult, alchemy comes naturally and cooking is a close cousin of which. So all you need be is sit yourself comfortably and give me the chance to 'Wow' you!"

 No.730798

>>730797
>>730796

Amy bounces excitedly at the mere prospect of ice cream!

 No.730799

Name fix.

 No.730800

>>730798
>>730797
The ingredients, perhaps somewhat miraculously, are available across a number of barrels, crates and small magitech devices used for keeping fresh food cold. Bags of chocolate, flour, fresh vanilla and strawberries, and a number of pestles, mortars and bowls are available.
"We're probably not authorized to take any of–" Gadriel begins, but Shei-perd hushes him with a gentle tap of her head upon his. Though hornless, he seems to take her meaning quickly enough.

>Roll if you desire for a potentially good outcome (on crit) or amusing one (on fail), otherwise the cooking can be assumed


Gadriel snorts. "Well, we may need to leave a little aside for Everypony Jack, just in case he needs a bribe."

 No.730801

>>730800
"The Ecclessians really do prepare for anything don't they." Shei comments as he finds all the ingredients necessary and in abundance.

He begins by lighting an oven furnace to preheat and then cracking eggs into a bowl. Whisked into yellow emulsion, followed by the fusion or milk, flour, cinnamon, tumeric, and brown sugar. All carefully measured and lovingly whipped into batter as the scents dust into the air.

"I think you will find it being more tempting to clean up the evidence. I have been baking for years, and for parties, and seances, and so forth."

[I'll roll, but holding off on that til I put it in the oven.]

 No.730802

>>730801

Amy watches everything with great interest and a wagging tail. As she gets more interested, she gets closer and closer to the action until her face is just inches away from the food being cooked. She watches with a simple smile on her face.

 No.730803

>>730802
>>730801
Shei-perd drags along Gadriel before he can start to formulate a million other fears and "What-ifs" in his legalistic mind. She has him help drag in some worn stools around a gnarled old table, and procures a few candles from the dusty tops of cabinets, lighting them with a magic word. Gadriel puts his neurosis to good use and wipes down the dusty old table with a cloth.

 No.730804

>>730803

Amy sits down at the table and puts her ELBOWS on it like an uncivilized freak!

 No.730805

>>730804
Gadriel taps your elbows with his meter-stick until such time that you remove them from the table (if at all).

 No.730806

>>730802
Shei takes a clean pair of tongs and pinches Amy's nose with them. He uses the tongs to drag Amy a couple inches safely above the bowl. "A little higher, a little higher. There." Shei has to put the tongs in the sink afterward.

>>730803
"This is a special occassion, so I think I'll let myself be a little indulgent." Along with the baking parchment Shei also retrieves a stick of chalk and his good book of notes. And draws out signs for evocation and a circle to adorn it, for Mithrus, patron diety of cooking.

Shei butters the parchment and spreads a layer of flour on it for the batter to sit on. He pours the batter into the bowl and using a baker's peel lowers the bowl into the lit oven. Shei recites a blessing from his notebook in the name of Mithrus, to make the cake extra good.

[1d10]baking this cake.

Afterward Shei-Sher jumps right into making the icing.

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.730807

>>730805

Amy makes a whining sound as she swats her hoof-paws at the meter stick smacking her.

 No.730808

>>730807
"Hang on, I'm sure she's got one in here…" Gadriel mumbles as he goes digging through Shei-perd's bag once more. She taps both of his claws sharply, stopping him.

"I assume you're looking for this," she says, reaching in to withdraw a book of proper etiquette, printed by what looks like an old Accorsian publisher, as the book is ragged and aged. It also looks like it's several hundred pages and could crush a skull. "Never dig through a doe's bag to teach someone about manners."

Gadriel takes the book and flips through. "Elbows on the table… elbows on the table… just you wait, Amy, I'll point to the chapter and verse of your errors."

>>730806
The ingredients aren't of the highest quality, but here's hoping that the blessing will do the trick. You start to whip up a batter of milk, cream cheese, sugar and various other flavors from the materials at hoof while it bakes.

 No.730809

>>730808

"Who caaaares?" Amy whines. "We're all friends here! Who do we have to be polite for?"

 No.730810

>>730808
As the cake rises and firms in the oven Shei-Sher takes his time making individual icings with the vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry. When he retrieves the layers of cake from the oven and carefully scoops from them from the pan into a platter. And fondly coat the cake with icing til perfection.

>I Dream of Alchemy+2

[1d10+2] for icing to save this cake

Roll #1 3 + 2 = 5

 No.730811

>>730809
"You're trying to win over his mother so she doesn't think you're a hoochie! It's what every mare and doe has to do, just as every buck and stallion has to impress his girl's father!" he says, waving the Big Book of Morals (Revised Edition).

"Hoochie?" Shei-perd asks, a bit shocked. She fixes him with a stern glares. "Who taught you such a crude street term?"

"S-someone in our group named Zjetya," Gadriel confesses.

"It's not something you should apply to one of your friends, regardless."

Gadriel's ears flatten with embarrassment.

>>730810
You do the best that you can with the ingredients that you have. It's nothing amazing, but it's made with love. Shei-perd looks over as the cake's batter begins to fill the room with a sweet aroma. A glint of pride rings in her eyes.

 No.730812

>>730811
Shei-Sher presents the cake to everyone seated. Nervously, as he sits the platter on the table and takes his seat. He can tell that what he's made is not up to par with what he is used to. He knows the product of his talent could be so much better with fresher ingredients.

Shei had cooked an idea of how this day would have turned out in his head before he had even arrived. He is crestfallen to know that nothing about today has gone as expected.

 No.730813

>>730811

"Wh-what's a 'hoochie'?" Amy asks in confusion.

>>730812

Amy bounces excitedly in her seat. Her tail wags at the speed of light. "Someone better cut me a piece before I just eat the whole thing myself!"

 No.730814

>>730813
>>730811
"OH! Right, riight.. Here I'll cut you the first slice." Shei pulls himself out of his internal monologue to cut Amy a slice of the cake.

 No.730815

>>730813
"A synonym for harlot, whore, hoe," Shei-perd rattles off. "The list goes on."

>>730812
>>730813
>>730814
Shei-perd wastes no time. Once you're seated, Gadriel reaches out to cut a slice, but she taps his claw once more, and shakes her head. She then takes your hooves, paws and claws, then bows her head.

"Praise be to the gods of the Union, for having brought back one of my sons to me alive," Shei-perd says. "Bless him and his family until their final day of life, whether in this World… or in the World below. May that day be many years off. Varada."

Then, once the blessing is done, she claps her hooves together, then signals for Shei to cut and distribute the slices.

 No.730816

>>730815

"Oh…" Amy says slowly in response to Shei-perd. "I'm not one of those anymore, so we're good," she says with a conclusive nod.

>>730814
>>730815

Amy happily opens her mouth wide as the slice is placed in front of her. She is about to wrap her entire mouth around the slice of cake until Shei-perd takes her hoof-paw. She stops in place for a moment, then recedes from the cake.

She sits uncomfortably until she's done praising gods.

Then, she goes back to trying to wrap her mouth around the whole cake.

 No.730817

>>730816
>>730815

[1d10] to get whole cake in mouth!

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.730818

>>730815
>"A synonym for harlot, whore, hoe," Shei-perd rattles off. "The list goes on."
Shei covers Gadriel's ears as Shei-perd lists some synonyms.

Shei clasps his hooves together in respect for the ritual, but does not say Varada with his mother. Shei begins distributing the slices and digs in himself.

 No.730819

>>730816
"Anymore?" she asks, turning her head back to you. Her head rolls until it's nearly upside down as she scrutinizes you.

>>730817
>>730818
Shei-perd scoops up the meter stick that Gadriel left to the side, and (softly) jabs Amy with each attempt that she makes at devouring the cake in one bite, using it with the skill of a veteran fencer to thwart her every attempt.

>DC 8 to beat if you want to try again


With her free hoof, she takes bites of her own slice. "…I can't remember the last time I've had something this good," she says with a smile. "You're skilled. That's good. That's… that's very good."

Her smile warbles.

 No.730820

>>730819
Shei is little too sullen to pay attention to his mother fencing off his girlfriend with a yard stick, but hearing that one bit of praise brightens up his disposition.

Shei-Sher smiles as he looks up from his plate to his mother "You really think so? Thank you Mother. It was made with love afterall" Shei resumes eating his slice, albeit with a much more chipper attitude. So satisfied he does not even try to break up his mother and girlfriend fighting at the moment.

Shei-Sher leans over to Gadriel and asks "Ahem, What else has Zjetya taught you? Has Volkama been teaching you things too?"

 No.730821

>>730819

"Yes," Amy says flatly in response to Shei-perd's judgement.

>>730820
>>730819

Upon being thwarted, Amy grumbles and picks up a fork. She uses it very awkwardly and meticulously, obviously not used to the device.

However, upon getting a piece into her mouth, she says, "Mmmmmmmm! It's sooooooooooo good Shei! You need to make this all the time!"

 No.730822

>>730820
Gadriel laughs nervously. "Actually, they told me not to let you know. Guess they figured you'd take exception to it. They wanted to train me in the art of what they called 'small talk,' so that I don't become a 'third wheel' to you and Amy… whatever that means. Is a third wheel some kind of monster?"

>>730821
"…Very well," Shei-perd eventually says, twisting her neck back into place. "More than a few saints were, before turning away from their old lives."

>>730821
>>730820
https://youtu.be/q3hnAOk4-g4
Gadriel's eyes raise from his plate as he notices the mood improving, but his look turns to one of concern. Shei-perd repeatedly reaches for a napkin, turning this way and that. It's soon clear that she's dabbing at her eyes with the napkin, but is making every attempt to make sure she's not seen.
"So– so what's next for you today?" Shei-perd asks, trying to keep her voice even. She fails. Irrepressible contentment, rusted from long ages of disuse, threatens to boil to the surface with each word.

 No.730823

>>730822

Amy smiles back at Shei-perd. "Well, I definitely don't consider myself a saint. But, thanks."

She then smiles broadly when Shei-perd can't hold back her tears. Amy silently winks at her as a reminder of what she told Shei-perd earlier. It's okay to cry.

[1d10] for winking!

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.730824

>>730822
Shei looks at Gadriel deadpan, unamused by what his friends have been saying to him. "A third wheel is an undead minion, I've read this from tomes describing ancient times and sorceries. Ponies stuck into the wheels of carriages and there bones broken upon it. And then raised as minions to repent for their transgressions. They call it a third wheel, because there are no third wheels on horse driven carts." Shei-Sher relays this information all too seriously to Gadriel. "I do not know what Volkama is teaching you, but I approve. He may be a little coarse, but he is an good fellow."

>>730822
"Well, I don't think I can really say" Shei scratches the back of his head nervously as he begins explaining. "It might be considered something sacriligious, but it's for the greater good. In effort to return the daughter of someone I know back to mortality. The same for some of my peers who were turned to demons. And then after, I may just spend whatever time is leftover with my friends. Until -well, you know- until the big day tomorrow."

 No.730825

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 No.730826

>>730824
>>730822

"What? No! A third wheel is someone who is extra in a social situation! Like the third guy in a threesome between two people in a relationship!" Amy speaks from experience.

 No.730827

>>730823
Your attention being drawn to Shei-perd's shell breaking open also draws it away from the rhythm of your eating. To put it more bluntly, you end up biting your tongue as you try to wink. It's the first time you've actually bitten your tongue with your new, sharper teeth. It is a pain too cruel even for the torture of criminals.

>Roll resistance


>>730824
>>730826
Gadriel looks both confused and horrified, and it's not clear what explanation horrifies him more. He takes solace in what little cake there is left. You notice, as he gets seconds, that Shei-perd is in the process of setting aside another slice – not for herself; she's just leaving it off to the side.

"I hope you don't have to go too soon, but I will also not keep you if you must be off," Shei-perd says. "I don't think I'll be of much help with any of that… but this was good enough for me, to see you like this. I won't stand in the way of your adventure. I… thank you. Thank you for this."

She laughs, playing with the crumbs on her plate absently. "My thoughts have never been this jumbled. I must be tired from the endless work of Ecclesia."

 No.730828

>>730827

Amy yelps and whimpers at the feeling of biting her own tongue. She shakes her paws frantically, enduring the pain.

[1d10] resistance

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.730829

>>730828
It is beyond unbearable. Your mind goes blank as you black out… for less than a second. Like all pain, time dulls it, and your mind is drawn back to the sweetness of the cake.

 No.730830

>>730829
>>730827
>>730824

Amy continues to whimper as she gingerly eats the remainder of her cake, trying to numb the pain.

 No.730831

>>730826
>>730827
Shei-Sher chokes on his last piece of cake once Amy finishes her sentence. He ends up coughing too much to really respond to Amy. He continues coughing and lends a hoof to Gadriel's shoulder "See. Don't end up Ack *cough cough* like that."

>>730827
Shei-Sher's attention is sucked away when Shei-pherd begins to speak. The pitted nervousness balling inside shei from before he sat down finds itself in his heart. Cracking like an egg, warming him. Shei stands up from his seat, the stool creaks against the floor. He steps over to his Mother and hugs her.

"It's fine -It's fine. I'm happy too, and you don't have to thank me! I am your son." She says the last bit declaratively, he is stating a fact. "Those aren't the right words. It is not that you would stand in my way. It is more that you could not stand with me, and moreso I was never able to stand with you too. and I'm sorry."

 No.730832

>>730830
>>730831
Shei-perd drops everything to embrace Shei, pulling him tighter than she's ever held him before. Tears fall freely as the last of her resistances fall away.

"Yes. You are my son," she repeats, holding the words quietly like something sacred. "And I'm sorry that I did not fight harder to keep you mine. I remember it clearly. When the slavers came to check on you, I had fantasies of a plan to fake your death, to hide you away, and raise you in secret, all for some figment of hope for an impossible escape… Instead, I let you be taken away. I regretted it until I could feel nothing anymore but that… and then I felt nothing. I'm sorry… I'm sorry."

Gadriel steps forward, looking apprehensive and unsure, then steels himself and steps forward, joining the hug. Shei-perd kisses Shei's head, then glances at Amy, extending a hoof.

 No.730833

>>730832

"Awwww," Amy says happily as she joins the group hug. "Now I wish I had a mom!"

[1d10] to ruin the mood with comedy!

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.730834

>>730832
"It's fine, Mother it really is. I am here. I came back -if only for a time. It was just how things were, I never resented you for it. I was always looking for you, and I found you in other people -again for a time.. And I am sure you found your sons in the many goats you teach. Despite all the distance between us,I am happy. I really am, that I found you. But I am all grown up now. So- this is the most I can do.." Shei's voice warbles but he manages the words "Is come here, and cook for you."

Shei-Sher enjoys the hug

 No.730835

>>730833
>>730834
Shei-perd holds the lot of you tight, an embrace so secure that you feel that nothing could harm you again.

>You feel a soft, protective blessing… its power is unknown as of yet, but when the time comes…


She gives each of you a kiss. "Then come back whenever you're in the neighborhood after one of your adventures, and we'll dine again, just like this."

>Pause

 No.730868

>>730835
Last time on HolyQuest…

Shei prepared a cake for Shei-perd, Amy and Gadriel. Though the ingredients he had to work with were not of a particularly high quality, his gesture, combined with the awful reality of tomorrow's fate brought Shei-perd to tears. They were perhaps the first she'd been able to cry after decades of emotional numbness, brought on by slavery. A force of some kind bestowed an unknown blessing upon them all.

Flaming, LJ and Box continued their one-off tabletop campaign with Regina. The Vrykolakas, even with her limbs severed and separated, and her body paralyzed by magical sunlight, was an unfathomably powerful foe. An earthquake shook through the temple, suggesting that the occultists were on the verge of reviving her through some kind of brute-force method. They buried her limbs to keep her from regenerating them if she came back to unlife, and then sprinted toward the final chamber to try and interrupt the ritual.

Pryce and Cloak battled with the Scuttlebutts and their Chieftan after the initial plan was thrown for a loop by a visitation of dreadful luck. After those two disoriented the Scuttlebutts with a flurry of attacks, Zjetya used herself as bait to entice them down the trapped alleyway. While the traps made short work of the lesser 'butts, Cloak's spells of divine vengeance smote the Chieftan, using the massive damage that Cloak himself took during the battle. They collected the stolen goods, gathered some booty of their own through right of conquest, and returned to their own world, adorned with very dapper party hats that, in some other World, might make them billionaires. Wizingstar was pleased, and invited them to stay for a well-earned lunch with some of her colleagues.

 No.730869

>Pryce, Cloak
You separate your own loot from Wizingstar's recovered goods, dropping off your delivery in the basement. After Spitshine and Sugar reunite with their pets (whom Wizingstar and her guests had been pampering and feeding treats until you arrived) they head upstairs to gently wake up KP and the others. They make sure to let Lockjaw remain asleep, just in case he's a bit ornery on the wakeup.

Meanwhile, on the ground level, Wizingstar gets up on a stool placed on her own chair so that she can pour you all some tea. Seed cakes, scones, jam, sausages, frothy beer, sliced apples and tangerines and peaches come around as well, while the other witches get back to their chat. It's mostly idle stuff – mentorships, finances, fashion, how sisters and nieces and daughters are doing. Demons are almost never brought up, except in the context of experiments. It doesn't seem to be a huge concern for them with their advanced magic.

Zjetya seems intently interested in the changeling witches. She scoots over, leaning in for a hushed conversation with the two of them, using her wing to cover up her mouth.

>Shei, Amy

Shei-perd holds the lot of you tight, an embrace so secure that you feel that nothing could harm you again.

>You feel a soft, protective blessing… its power is unknown as of yet, but when the time comes…


She gives each of you a kiss. "Then come back whenever you're in the neighborhood after one of your adventures, and we'll dine again, just like this."

 No.730870

>Flaming
>Regina winces at all the failures being rolled. She scratches her head, clearly thinking of how to rule all of these. "My own campaigns deal with deeper dice pools and bigger bonuses. It's not often I see a total wash like this."
>"You have other campaigns?" Box asks. "Who do you play with?"
>Regina pauses. "…They're solo games."
>"Neat!" Box says. "Who's your player?"
>Regina purses her lips, blinking rapidly.
>LJ elbows Box.
>"Oh," Box says.

The Lead Occultist charges five dark stars of crackling lightning, preparing to fire them at Chester and Sheimy, but Great Voyage bravely leaps in, smiting the lot of them with a headbutt. Evil magic courses through his body, and he is launched back onto the altar, where his skin makes contact with the stone body of the Vrykolakas. More and more of his blood is sucked away by the avaricious stone, leaving him weak.

>GV 3/4


Chanting in a guttural, slithering tongue, the occultists nearby attempt to pin GV to the stone corpse.

[1d10]

>"Great Voyage doesn't back down!" LJ says. "He'll charge his way off the platform, barreling them all out of the way!"


[1d10+1] Empowered Normal Attack

>"And Chester will…" Box trails off. "Oh wait! C-can I roll Mulligan? Sorry, I forgot when we started talking about rolls."

>"Very well," Regina says.

[1d10+1] Mulligan: Homing Magic

>"And Chester will keep playing a war tune! Hopefully right this time."


[1d10+1] Inspire

The Lead Occultist had been stunned by being too close to the eruption of his dark magic against Great Voyage, but then steels himself, growing strong through the use of a Tartarian power. He extends his hoof, calling forth a chain of dark power. He spins the end of it, and lashes out at Chester!

[1d10+1]

Roll #1 9 = 9 / Roll #2 1 + 1 = 2 / Roll #3 9 + 1 = 10 / Roll #4 1 + 1 = 2 / Roll #5 4 + 1 = 5

 No.730871

>"Oh come on," Box and LJ groan as one.

 No.730872

>>730870
Flaming raises a hoof over her muzzle at Box's reaction. "SERIOUSLY? Even *I* got that one, Box…" She huffs, looking over the swamp of low rolls. "NONE of my attacks hit, sheesh… maybe I should let Spark roll a few of these over. LEt's see how this goes though, the book says you should roll with what the dice give you."

She clears her throat, "Sheimy shouts, 'Hey! You can't do that to Voyage! He doesn't like being well done and crispy!' And then, with her remaining magic, conjurs a simple fire-ball to throw at the Occultist's head, trying to scorch his face. And she says, 'How do YOU like it'!"

As Box rolls another 1, she groans, "Chester, you're literally killing us here…" she says before throwing out her two for Magic Bolt
[1d10]
[1d10]
"ONE of these have to be good!"

Roll #1 4 = 4 / Roll #2 3 = 3

 No.730873

>>730872
"Oh for fu-" she groans, "For the spirit's sake!"

 No.730874

>>730869

Amy wags her tail enthusiastically. "Having a family is fun!" she says excitedly.

 No.730875

>>730872
>From the previous turn

The occultists, alerted to your presence by GV's entrance, dodge around your onslaught, shooting you with a retaliation of magic beams and spheres of their own.

>Sheimy 1/5


>That was from last turn, will do this turn's results now

 No.730876

>>730869
https://pastebin.com/jbpPAusX
Leather spoons some jelly onto his plate and slowly eats his scones in pieces, listening passively to the idle chatter and writing with scroll and quill his adventures in the other dimension or world that he and Pryce had fought in. He embellishes the tale and keeps some of the violence more comical, intending on keeping these stories for his children later on.

 No.730877

https://pastebin.com/RaZG8KLM

>>730869
Pryce joins the others at the table, making sure to be a gentlecolt and pulling out Zjetya and River's stools for them before he sits. He takes a scone to start with.
"Thank you."
He says as Wizingstar pours his cup of tea, taking a sip.
"I hope the pets weren't too much of a hassle to leave here wit you."

When Zjetya scootes over to whisper with the other changelings in secret, Pryce can't help but glance over out of curiosity.


KP opens his eyes with a yawn and a stretch when Spitshine and Sugar wake him.
>"…Did I fall asleep?"
He asks, finding himself all bundled up with his pets. He then notices Spitshine and Sugar standing there next to him, to which he quickly hops up, though making sure to not wake Hopper or Lockjaw from it.
>"Oh hey you're back! How was it? What was on the other side of that portal?"

 No.730878

>>730870
>>730869
their heartfelt goodbyes and one big group hug later Shei-Sher is ready to leave along with the rest of their companions.

He draws up a dark corridor leading back to the ship.
[1d10] dark corridor

"Maybe if there's time.. I will introduce you to the rest of my friends. Thank you for having me, Mother."

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.730879

dice check

 No.730880

>>730879
[1d10]
[1d10]
[1d10]
[1d10]
[1d10]
[1d10]
[1d10]
[1d10]

Roll #1 6 = 6 / Roll #2 3 = 3 / Roll #3 5 = 5 / Roll #4 4 = 4 / Roll #5 4 = 4 / Roll #6 10 = 10 /

 No.730881

>>730876
Some of the nearby Witches catch you writing. Immediately, the mood chills, and their countenances drop. Through the spiritual sense that Doctor Galton and Living Saint Zoantharia trained in you, you feel a number of lesser spirits looking over your shoulder at your scroll. But soon, the feelings vanish, and the Witches resume their girlish discussions, talking mostly of breakthroughs or setbacks that they and their colleagues have met in their magical projects.

>>730877
The two mares peck you quickly as you make the gesture, taking advantage of the fact that Spitshine's up getting KP to get their kisses in. You notice that Zjetya seems to quickly hit it off with the changeling Witches, though they take care to cover their mouths as they whisper.

Wizingstar nods, smiling around the rim of her teacup, which might as well be a bowl at her size. "They were much trouble; so much so that I took on your, uh… brother, or golem, or whatever he is, as my disciple. The care he shows for his pet frog has given him an excellent foundation as a Beast Tamer."

>>730877
You had a very pleasant dream of playing in a creek with Hopper and Lockjaw. Satyrs and dryads and kotodama came out to play with you, making sport of splashing water everywhere they could. Notably, it was extremely lucid and lifelike, even more so than any of the more memorable dreams you've had before.

"It was pretty crazy," Sugar says. "Heck, we nearly lost Pryce to some slip-stream of chaos as we tried to bridge the gap between the Worlds. But then, check out what we found over there…"
She and Spitshine take turns relaying the events of the trip to the other world. They conclude by presenting you with one of the toy crackers recovered from the warehouse.

>>730878
>>730874
Only after giving you each your own hug does Shei-perd finally allow you to leave. She cuts you each a slice of cake to go, and after her final (repeated) goodbyes and well-wishes, goes off to give the last of the cake to Everypony Jack, probably to make up for pilfering ingredients from the storage caves, urging you to come back soon.

It takes Shei a few tries to get a dark corridor going, probably on account of the sugar overload he just had. But eventually, the lot of you get back to the ship where it's docked on the northeastern side of Threecoins. Gadriel is pensive on the way over, feeling the walls and furniture of the ship quietly.

 No.730882

>>730872
>Somewhere nearby, Vortigern's body is awash with tremendous, menacing power.

Chester manages to dive out of the way of the Lead Occultist's strike, but in the process, squeaks out a dreadful note on his horn, further unsettling your focus. Your shots miss, and the Lead Occultist turns his focus to you. Swinging again, he strikes you across the chest with the black chain, and your whole body screams with pain as you drop to the ground.

>Sheimy 0/4


The Occultists surrounding the altar cut into Great Voyage with dreadful knives, stabbing into his limbs to pin him to the cold and vampiric stone. His whole frame shudders as life and power are drained, leaving only an all-devouring darkness…

>GV 0/2


>LJ soberly takes the dice, looking to Spark for help. "…I'll break free and make a run for it."


[1d10-1]

>"And I'll use all five of my shots with Homing Magic to attack the occultists surrounding Voyage!" Box says.


[5d10] (subtract 1 from each result)

With the occultists under fire, they turn their attention to Chester, to try and keep him from interfering, with their own attacks!

[1d10]

The Lead Occultist laughs with the thrill of impending victory, throwing his head back cruelly as his cackles fill the air.

>"…No roll for him?" asks Tantra, who has come over to watch.

>Regina clears her throat meaningfully.

Roll #1 4 - 1 = 3 / Roll #2 5, 7, 4, 6, 1 = 23 / Roll #3 8 = 8

 No.730883

>4, 6, 3, 5, 0

>Box's eyes widen in horror.

 No.730884

>>730872
Flaming's hairs stand on end with sudden foreboding sense of her surrogate mother preparing her ire, but her distraught at all the bad rolls start to get to her. "GRAAAAGH! Come on, we just need a FEW good rolls!"

She grabs at her dice, rolling it in her hoof a few times before blowing on it, for luck. "Don't remind her, Tantra!" she yells at her fellow buffalo for bringing up the Lead Occultist, not recognizing jsut yet that Regina herself is giving them a break as she rolls her dice.

"Sheimy gets up from Helpless!"
[1d10]

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.730885

>>730881

"What's up, Weirdo," Amy asks with jovial concern to Gadriel.

 No.730886

>>730885
Gadriel sighs. "Nothing," he says in that way that all teenagers do when something is indeed up.

 No.730887

>>730881
Shei-Sher ambles straight over to the pile of all his belongings, hoisting the bag back over himself and taking a check of items.

Not much time passes before he activates his conch to contact Chorazin
"How do you do Chorazin. Everything went swell with my mother. If you're none-too busy I have some very important, possibly dangerous matters to attend to and your help would be very appreciated. Yours and Mirror Image's -is she still with you?"

 No.730889

>>730881
Pryce turns his eyes from the chattering changelings back to Wizingstar.
"Little brother," He clarifies, it being the best explanation to outsiders, "You took him on as a disciple? He's really investing himself into being a Beast Tamer."
He says in thought.
"So you're one too then? What does a Beast Tamer entail then? It was only this morning I heard of it."


>>730881
KP listens intently, looking back and forth between them as they trade off telling the story, gasping, ooo-ing, and awe-ing as they explain the confrontation and travel.
>"Wow, that was amazing! I can't believe I missed out on all of that."
When they show him the little cracker, he looks down at the toy, taking it in his hooves.
>"You got me one too? Thanks guys!"
He says joyfully, giving it a tug to see what he gets.
>[1d10]

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.730890

>>730881
Cloak chuckles to himself as he realizes the Witches likely thought they were being spied on only to realize he was writing a children's narrative, getting back to work without making any mention of it.

 No.730893

>>730886

"Liar," Amy says as she gives Gadriel a moderate bop to the head.

"Don't let Shei teach you bad habits."

 No.730895

>>730887
You find that everything is indeed there. A small group of spiders nearby has apparently busied themselves with organizing and straightening out anything that was in a disorderly state when it was put in your bag. They've straightened out the corners of pages and flattened the covers of paperbacks that refuse to close right. They look up at you, and you get the feeling they expect a tip.

The sound of rushing winds over the Conch threatens to deafen you, but you can make out the booming voice of a familiar maestro on the other end.

"Yes," Chorazin answers. "We took a break from talk of strategy to get in a bit of exercise, but we can be over in a moment. Where are you, and should we bring anything?"

>>730890
>>730889
"A Beast-Tamer uses a special group of spells unique to themselves and to their chosen Beast, often evocative of the two's traits combined. One with a salamander as their chosen Beast may adopt a slimy, fireproof coat, or be able to speak words that melt through steel. One with a sparrow may develop keen eyesight and rapid air control, even finer than the flight of pegasi," Wizingstar explains. "It's suited to very few, I find. Mages in search of great power may often be turned away by its dependence on another creature; its primary drawback is that the power yielded by such spells is often capped at an average of the Powers of the Soul of the mage, and the Soul of the Beast."

>>730890
One of the Witches, a mid-sized donkey jane with droopy ears, affixes you with a stare. "…Are you in need of any pictures to go along with that story?" she asks after a pause, in a low and moody voice.

>>730889
You end up with a blue party hat, though without the royal trimming that Pryce's had. Strangely enough… there's a small gold party hat inside there as well. It looks like it would fit Hopper just fine. Lockjaw sniffs the remnants of the cracker, seemingly disappointed that he didn't get one.

"Anyway, everyone's downstairs having lunch. Let's get down there before it's all gone," Spitshine says.

>>730893
Gadriel doesn't even seem affected by the bop, his frown not disappearing. "…Just wondering if we'd be better off not going, is all. Not leaving behind everyone and everything. What you said was pretty accurate. Having a family is fun. I've heard River and Blessings describe our group here as a family, but… this is gonna sound ungrateful, but I wish I had a real mom. You and Shei are more like brothers and sisters, but that's… about all I have."

 No.730896

>>730884
You rise to your hooves just in time to see Chester retaliate against the occultists with a hail of magical fire. They dive for the cold stone of the chamber's floor, and only one bolt manages to make its mark, blasting the hooded figure away. But Chester's strike left him wide open. The Lead Occultist, flash-stepping over with rapid teleports, casts his chain about Chester's neck, yanking hard and pulling him to the ground, coughing blood and gasping for air.

>Chester 0/3


Great Voyage, losing consciousness by the second, feels himself far too weak to do anything but fall off the stone altar, slumping off to the side, the light fading from his eyes…

>GV 0/1


>Regina looks over at LJ's eyes. He's frustrated and worried, but barely keeping it together, hooves drumming as he runs over strategies in his mind. Regina seems uncertain, claws tapping as she glances between the papers behind her screen and the dice before her. She goes for an oddly-shaped one and rolls behind her screen.


[1d4]

The lesser occultists are busy recovering from the magical blast, while the Lead Occultist is in the midst of strangling the life from Chester himself.

>"Ch-Chester will struggle against the chain, bravely clawing his way out to get set free!"


[1d10]

Roll #1 3 = 3 / Roll #2 4 = 4

 No.730900

>>730895
"So KP will have spells that would relate to a frog then, so stuff around water or croaking."
Pryce comments.
"Really? I would've figured the opposite. A mage wanting great power picking a powerful beast to unite with for an even higher boost."


>"Whoa, cool!"

KP says as his hat pops out, putting it on his head proudly. Then he spots the little gold hat, almost mistaking it as confetti. He pulls that out, and places it on Hopper's head as well so they all match. When Lockjaw sniffs around for his reward, only ot find nothing, KP gives him a pet.
>"Let's check with the others, I'm sure they got you something too."
He turns as Spitshine mentions lunch, his stomach growling almost on cue.
>"Lunch already? What are we waiting for then!"
He says, heading downstairs wit the others.

 No.730905

>>730896
Flaming lets out a sigh of relief as she manages to stand up to full once again, shaking her head, "Oh man, they're all injured… Box, if I pull their attention towards me and help you up, can you heal Voyage? I'll make sure they only target me."

Flaming takes a deep breath, "Okay… standing up triumphantly, Sheimy shoots herself into a cartwheel, pulling out fire-sparklers from her hat to throw around the room with party bombs as she nabs the attention of the occultists. She sings a jolly tune, and jumps on top of the occultist's head, making him drop Chester!" Flaming pauses, "Uh, that's all just 'fluff', I'm just rolling to help him up from helpless by the way."

Flaming tosses her die, before her curious ears pick up the sense of some funny business going on behind the GM screen again. She tries to lean in to get a better look, discreetly
[1d10] Flaming looking behind the screen
[1d10] Sheimy helping Chester up

Roll #1 10 = 10 / Roll #2 10 = 10

 No.730906

>>730895
>should we bring anything?"
"Just yourselves. we'll be waiting for you in the ship. See you then."

Shei-Sher proceeds to Observer's lab to find the demon infected angel core they procured all those months ago.
Shei crouches down to the spiders befuddled, he offers a single bit to the spider reaching out with it's arms. "Don't spend it all in one place."

 No.730907

>>730895
Leather looks up and chuckles again, more awkwardly, looking to the jane with a sheepish grin, "Ah, I was considering giving speaking to my wife about illustrations.. I've been trying to figure out the right prose to write in for children, have to twins on the way but don't know when would be the best time to start reading to them or the like." Cloak chats idly, sipping his tea.

 No.730908


 No.730915

>>730895

"Yeah… I hear you," Amy says thoughtfully. "I feel the same way. I mean, my parents abandoned me in the middle of the woods," she laughs. "But…" Amy shrugs. "We have a lot of great things already. Let's just focus on those," she says with a smile.

[1d10+2] Mantra of Equality with Compassion to cheer Gadriel up

Roll #1 2 + 2 = 4

 No.730916

>>730900
"That's where you give too much credit to the temperament of Mages whose thoughts lie with Power itself," Wizingstar says. "Most often, Mages solely after Power as an end tend to elevate themselves above all others, and the thought of cooperation, of codependence on someone else, is anathema to them. Not so with the colt. He's a selfless lad."

>>730900
>>730907
The foals come downstairs once more with the pets, taking their seats at the table for lunch. The Witches pass around some plates and bowls, making sure to ladle on some vegetables and stews to balance out the pastries and sweet drinks that the foals will invariably be drawn to. Sugar and Spitshine give their thanks, passing bites (mostly of the vegetables) to Pucchini and Katcher. Lockjaw crawls his way up onto Pryce's lap, pouting with a snort about having been left behind, and about not getting a party hat of his own.

>>730907
The jane smirks. "Another artist! How good. But for all her art, I'll bet she can't animate them like I can. If she illustrates your story, send it to me with dragonfire, and I'll send it back, with those drawings dancing and acting out the story in all its glory. Want a demonstration?"

>>730906
You hear a faint tittering from the spiders as they're given their due. You get a feeling they'll party hard with this bounty. They skitter off somewhere to spend it all in one place.

In the lab, you find that the core of the Bodhidharma has been left in a sealed glass case in Observer's lab. Though he and Yes Mare are nowhere to be found, you get the feeling that he'll have some sharp words for you if you mess with whatever tests he may have been running on it.

>>730915
>>730908
Gadriel doesn't exactly seem convinced by Amy's words, going to sit over on the clean couch to think this over. "Yeah, I guess we do have some good things already… hey, you think Chorazin's open to being a mom?"
"Am I open to WHAT?" Chorazin squawks. You hear a series of metal hoofsteps as she and Mirror Image enter the ship, their bodies absolutely chilly from their recent flight through the brisk morning air.
"Oh, Shei?" Mirror asks. "You called us for something?"

 No.730917

>>730905
>You see that Regina hasn't made any major changes to any of her sheets since last time you checked, but she did grab a strange die, shaped a bit like a pyramid – a d4, with the 3 side facing up.

The Occultists stop and cover their eyes and bodies as you leap about in a storm of small sparks and bursts, thinking you're unleashing some big attack. But when it turns out that you're just playing about, their fear turns to anger, and they turn their focus to you–

https://youtu.be/DhKrG9aHEHA

Suddenly, all temperature in the room totally drops, until it is like being in a hut brutalized by a snowstorm in the dead of a Dusk season. All motion seems to stop, except for that coming from the altar, as a figure wreathed in shadow starts to rise from its top…

A body made of stone, clothed in darkness, begins to float above the altar, staggering and stumbling about, blind and deaf, groping around for support on anything it can touch. The magnified sunlight of the brass machinery overlooking the altar burns its body, yet it presses on, simply enduring the flame that cloaks it.

>"Oh shit," Box says. "Uh, Chester will bolt to Voyage's side and get him up!"


[1d10]

>LJ turns snow-pale as he realizes what's up, saying nothing.


The Lead Occultist throws his head back and cackles again. "Amazing… so THIS is the power we've sought! Not even the Sun itself will be able to blot out this tsunami of dark! Even without her limbs, she has returned to her glory!"

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.730918

>>730916

Amy laughs vigorously. "Why Chorazin?"

 No.730919

>>730918
"Cause she's old," Gadriel whispers, turning and covering his mouth in a poor attempt to keep it a secret. "Moms are always old." Chorazin's ears twitch, and she gives him the evil eye, causing him to shudder even though he didn't get so much as a glance at her eye.

She steps around the corner toward the barracks. You see a series of magical flashes and glowings, and even the swift hum and clashes of metal moving at rapid speeds.

 No.730920

>>730919

"Hmmm…" Amy contemplates this for a moment. "How old ARE you, Chory?"

 No.730921

>>730917
Flaming takes a deep breath, not liking the current odds as they've been unable to take down one occultist so far, and now yet have to deal with the horror that is the vampire's main body. She turns to Journey, noticing his pale face as she smiles, putting a hoof on his shoulder. "Hey, relax Journey. We'll get through this." She says while giving him soft pats to keep him calm as she nods to Box, "Go heal him up Box, I'll try to… I mean SHEIMY will try to keep them distracted."

Flaming is about to think on what to say, before she sneaks a peek behind the screen, her eyes widening. She frowns, looking up at Regina with a sad look. She doesn't want to outright say what she saw at risk of dampening Journey's spirits more that Regina had to take it EASY on them, but she does look conflicted about accepting Regina pulling her punches and using bad dice just to give them a chance.

She says, "Is that okay?" she says, sounding ambiguous as to whether she means her attempt to distract 'or' her using d4's.

 No.730925

>>730916
Leather thanks the witches again and plates some vegetables of his own, turning back to the jenny.

"If you'd oblige me, I would be happy to see such a demonstration." Leather smiles.

 No.730926

>>730916
"He was raised pretty well."
Pryce says fondly, smiling as he thinks back to his younger days. He grabs a few of the fruit slices to round out his lunch.
"So if you'e a Beast Tamer too, what is your companion?"

KP comes down the stairs, looking at the full table of witches.
>"Whoa, it's like a small party going on down here!"
He comments as he hops up on his stool, setting Hopper beside him as he takes a good pile of scones with his stew and tea.
>"That was a crazy adventure you guys went on, next time I want to go too!"
"If it's not another realm, maybe."
Pryce comments, looking down as Lockjaw hops on his lap with a snort at everypony's party hats. He sees KP and Hopper with their own little ones, and pulls out the extra cracker he grabbed for KP earlier, since he already had one.
"Here Lockjaw, you got one too."
He says, holding out one side for the deviljho to pull.

 No.730928

>>730916
Shei-Sher could not help but eavesdrop on the conversation between Gadds and Amy, all the way from the lab room. He refrains from adding anything to such an intimate topic of self discovery. He shivers with an uncomfortable familiarity with Gadriel feelings.

Shei continues to the Glass box. He straps on some elastic sanitary gloves and takes out Pupil to appraise the glass box for any alarms or traps Observer may have secured the box with.
[1d10] appraise

If there are no alarms or if the appraisal roll fails Shei carries on with meticulously unlocking the glass box. Being careful not to leave any signs of disturbance.
[1d10] roll if necessary

>>730916
"Yes! As you may know I have been spending my time at time conducting research for the reversal of demonic mutation. And well the time has come for an interview with our resident Bodhidharma core. If you are catching on to my meaning, we'll need protection as well as your own unique perspective as angels."

Roll #1 10 = 10 / Roll #2 9 = 9

 No.730929

>>730928
>>730916
*time at night

 No.730933

>>730921
>"He's the only one who CAN heal though!" Box protests.
>"Speaking of which– I'll heal myself!" LJ says.

[1d10+2]

>Regina glances over at your frown. "…Something the matter?"


>Oddly, unlike previous times, she doesn't go on with the game, halting her narration to address this concern.


Roll #1 7 + 2 = 9

 No.730934

>>730920
>>730928
"She'sI'm inin hermy midmid fiftiesteens," Mirror Image and Chorazin answer at once, their voices overlapping in contention. You see Chorazin stepping back out from around the corner. Her glossy chrome body was once that of a mare who, although middle-aged, was physically fit and strong. Now, however, she seems to have reconfigured herself to be about your age.
"There, now I cannot be anyone's mom," Chorazin says in a high and girlish voice.
"That's not even close to being true," Mirror Image says. "Ask at any nunnery."
"Perhaps the mares of your country could not contain themselves, but Mariposan mares were far more choosy, owing to our matriarchal pride. I'm no hoochie."
"Zjetya's infecting everyone with her coarse vocabulary, see?" Gadriel exclaims.

>>730926
Wizingstar takes a big gulp of her tea. "That subject, we discussed earlier. Not my actual Pact-Beast, mind you, but the question itself. A Beast-Tamer is foolhardy to let known the details of their chosen Beast. Keeping it a surprise, especially for a Witch, means the difference between victory and defeat. Perhaps I may show it to KP one of these days, once I know him to be capable of keeping a secret, but to you, I cannot reveal it."

Lockjaw bites down on his end, and gives a strong tug…

[1d10]

Some of the Witches seem to fawn on KP, finding his connection with Hopper adorable. They make sure to pass him a few extra sweets and pastries with a smile, much to the consternation of River and Zjetya, who are sure to scoot up closer to the table to cut off the Witches from him.

>>730928
Simple anti-theft charms have been inscribed into the metal base of the glass box. Nothing that could cause backlash or damage to you, but they would doubtlessly alert Observer in the event that they were tripped. You judiciously apply some anti-magic at key points in the charms, defusing them before unlocking it. You take it out of its case without issue.

>>730928
>>730920
Chorazin and Mirror Image drop their argument once they hear what Shei has planned.
"If such a thing is possible, then consider myself all in for it," Mirror Image says.
"I would caution against such optimism," Chorazin says. "Or is it a feeling of guilt, for having turned so many? Such things are not easily undone, without sacrifice. But I will say that I am also willing to cooperate. Just tell me what needs be done."

>>730925
The jenny reaches into one of her bags, withdrawing a well-worn sketchbook. She carefully flips open the old thing, revealing page after page of drawings. Many are of dreamy, surreal landscapes brimming with magical beasts, others of heroic fights or ominous ruins and dwellings of monsters. With a clop of her hooves upon the table, the images come to life, their inhabitants acting out short sequences of movements appropriate to their scenes. The movements are not totally fluid, but it's apparent that this is a deliberate choice. Their limbs and movements are segmented, stylized like paper cutouts given life by intricate and beautiful pulls of marionette strings. The jenny grins with pride as she shows off her works.

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.730935

>>730926
>>730934
Lockjaw falls back onto you from the force of the tug, legs scrambling as he rights himself. His cracker produces a small smattering of jewels and rock candy, as well as a sage-green party hat, a good complement to his darker green body.

 No.730937

>>730933
Flaming pauses, looking around the table, and sighing. She always knows that honesty is the best policy, and so she looks up at Regina.

"Regina… unless I'm wrong, I think I saw you using d4's for the cultists on the last couple rounds." She lowers her head. "It's not that I'm ungrateful or anything but, I don't know if that's okay. It feels like an unfair advantage and, while I definitely want to win, I don't know if I want to win knowing we had a handicap."

 No.730938

>>730934

Amy giggles hysterically at the whole conversation. "Matriarchal pride?" Amy parrots the phrase. "Sounds like a fancy way of saying no one wants to do it with you," Amy says as she sticks out her tongue.

>>730934
>>730928

"Oh!" Amy says clapping her hoof-paws excitedly. "Yes! Shei, you can be my royal researcher. Fixing the demons is what I want to do anyway. If people won't merge, I'll just make them mortal again! So, definitely get on that! Let me know if you need my help!"

 No.730939

>>730934
>>730935
Pryce nods to her statement.
"I understand. Even magician's have their secrets they can't reveal."

He looks down as Lockjaw pulls forceful on the little cracker, falling back from it. He's surprised at jewels spitting out of it, scooping those together into a pile with the candy so it doesn't make too much of a mess. And once the hat is spotted, he places it onto Lockjaw's head so he fits right in with the rest of their group.


>"Thank you!"

KP says politely to each Witch as they fawn him with sweets and pastries, enjoying the extra desserts and oblivious to anything else.
>"Oh, I'm sorry Wizingstar. I feel asleep when I was reading that lesson."
He says, remembering he dozed off when he was supposed to be learning.

 No.730940

>>730934
Leather gazes on with great interest, fascinated both by the characters enacting the roles of their species and professions, but also just the beauty of fantastical backgrounds of the artwork.

"Have you done larger illustrations before? To see one of these pieces framed would be captivating." Leather continues to stare at the artbook, captivated, "I grew up surrounded by stained glass and murals that told stories to those who did not know how to read texts themselves. I've always appreciated art that is moving, but this is.. well, moving."

 No.730942

>>730934
Shei-Sher decides it's a good time to interject about now, as everyone convenes in one room. "Heed the words of a fledgling adult with at least 3 motherly figures in his life. Chorazin is not the motherly type, you could do better my little brother."

>>730934
>Just tell me what needs be done."
"Well there isn't much of a plan other than to interview the person living inside the angel's core. I have appraised it to no end, -much like your core Chorazin, we will have to project our spirits into it, to beseech the wisdom of a Bodhidharma who was mutated with a demon's spirit."

Shei-Sher lets down the core on his really cheesy looking meditation mat. And calls upon his malakhim for back up. "Master Buiwong, I would like my malakhim now. Thank you."

 No.730943

>>730938
Shei-Sher almost giggles but stops himself. He feels bad for being about to laugh from Amy's joke "A little unfair when speaking to an angel, do you not think so?"

 No.730944

>>730940
"It takes much longer to bind a lasting enchantment upon a larger surface," the jenny says. "But it would be possible still, if you want it done. For my price, I could use a good deal of crystallized aether – both to make the illustration, and for my other, own uses. Your Ecclesians coming into the city, I'll bet they'd have caches of the stuff handy, if you can persuade them to part with it. Two crates will do."

>>730942
>>730938
"Never have I been so insulted," Chorazin deadpans. "I should have let Miracle annihilate both of your souls."
Gadriel and Mirror Image hiss with shock.
"…I was joking," Chorazin says. "I heard much worse on the daily during my basic training. And when I was in charge of training, I dealt out much worse!"

After Shei calls upon the corrupted spider-Malakhim of Buiwong, the ceiling above you turns black, and seems to expand upward, as if it were being pulled away to reveal a secret compartment in the very space above you. From above, lowering thsemvles on strings of silk, the mutated malakhim appear, ready for orders as they obsessively survey you with their myriad eyes.

>>730939
Lockjaw growls and yaps and grunts happily as he's given his own little hat. He often turns his head this way and that to try and get a better look at it. Hopper points his staff to an empty tea-saucer, filling it with a layer of water, creating a reflective surface. Lockjaw admires his reflection with contentment.

Wizingstar whistles and clicks her tongue disapprovingly at the other Witches who are trying to crane over the table and tempt innocent KP with various wands, grimoires and magical baubles and treasures. They reluctantly relent, then Wizingstar looks over at him. "It is no problem; pushing you to study a spell so soon after your Pact-link was rushing it on my part. Even those who manage to establish one relatively quickly are often completely exhausted by the effort. Rest and continue your studies once you are refreshed."

 No.730945

>>730943

"Hey, there's definitely people out there who are into robots."

 No.730946

>>730937
>Regina smirks, and for a second you can almost see a bit of that old playful danger that she exuded back before your confrontation with her last night. "Ahahahahaha. You misunderstand. Only d10s are ever used for combat. I only tossed this d4 for a single roll. Allow me to show you what I mean."

https://youtu.be/SmoXam47liY

As the dying Voyage casts a healing spell over himself, the Lead Occultist turns his focus to you, preparing to strike down the three of you, but then he seems to think better of it. "Oh great Vrykolakas, I have prepared for you a most fitting tribute! These three adventurers, I offer you body and blood all! Now come and feast upon your–"

The stumbling vampire, wrapped in stone and shadow, turns its attention to the group of occultists who were holding down Great Voyage before, and with a sickening splatter, begins to rob them of their blood, leaping upon them like a predatory beast.

The Lead Occultist, eyes widening, nearly drops his chain in horror. "You… what did you DO!?" he accuses you.

>"We sabotaged your plans, that's what! This is all according to our schemes, and you played right into it!" Box says in-character as he tries once more to play a battle theme.


[1d10+1] Inspire

Roll #1 9 + 1 = 10

 No.730947

>>730946
"I did?" Flaming turns her head in response to her misunderstanding Regina, shaking it. "Then, I'm confused. What were the D4's FOR then?"

As they get back into character, watching the lead occultist begin to offer them up as sacrifice to the vampire. Flaming lowers her head, ready for her character to meet her fate, before Regina details how it attacks their own occultists. She turns towards Box as he proclaims this was according to their schemes.

"It was? I mean… Sheimy shouts 'Yeah, it totally was! We had you played RIGHT from the start, you big mean vampire-restoring jerkface, and now you get to see our master plan in action!'"

Flaming turns towards Box, "No, but, seriously WHAT plan…?" she says as she rolls for Homing Attack
[1d10+2]

Roll #1 10 + 2 = 12

 No.730948

>>730944
Pryce works on finish the rest of his lunch now that Lockjaw is content, while KP starts to do the same now that the free shower of snacks have ended.
>"Alright, that won't take too long."
"How intensive will this studying be? We're going to be rather busy for… well, starting tomorrow."
Pryce asks Wizingstar.

 No.730951

>>730944

"People insult each other a lot during training?" Amy asks, cocking her head to the side.

THen, when the gross spider things come down, Amy crosses her arms and frowns. She says nothing.

 No.730954

>>730944
Leather rubs the back of his neck, "Ah, I will speak in honesty that I asked only to know if you've done larger pieces before. I can only wish to have a domicile in which to display such artwork someday. Still, there's nothing to stop me from trying to supply you with the material regardless, illustration or not. If anything, creating mutual relationships between the Ecclesian people and those of Threecoins."

Leather coughs, cutting himself off, "No intentions to pontificate though, if anything I think the kids would appreciate it the most once they get to the age for me to read to them. More terrifying a thought than going into battle, honestly."

 No.730955

>>730944
Shei-Sher chuckles From Chorazin's retort. Not because he is used to Chorazin's sense of humor but because lately he's found it easier to curb his social ineptitude by forcing laughter between responses in congenial conversations.

>>730944
"We are also doing it for their sake. Say hello to my corrupted brothers in pact" Shei-Sher takes A blank cloak from his bag and fastens it around his neck to wear as a cape. He stretches the cape out for the malakhim to come into. "Now come my little malakhim. Come into my cloak." Shei says as if he talking to children

>Cloak of Beasts: A blank cloak. The user can store minions within the cloak, enabling them to be summoned later without having to use a roll. Can store up to three minions. When worn, grants a point of Pet Mastery. Design changes based on the minions stored inside the cloak.


Afterward Shei makes the necessary preparations and seats everyone in a seance as they prepare to project their spirit into the Angel's core.
"Everyone ready?"

[1d10] astral projection

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.730956

>>730955
>>730944
>Prayer of Enlightenment to learn Astral Projection

"Where are we going?" Amy asks idly as she goes with Shei.

[1d10+2] Astral Projection

Roll #1 6 + 2 = 8

 No.730960

>>730956
"Into the core, we are going into the angel core." Shei explains for the 3rd time to Amy.

 No.730961

>>730948
"Some can be done remotely, via letter," Wizingstar says. "After all, much of it is very personal between the Tamer and their Pact-Beast. But matters such as examinations, trails, and further instruction is best done in person."
"I don't know how much we'll be able to accommodate, but I could, in theory, bring KP here via the Dark Corridor," River offers.

>>730954
The jenny nods. "Indeed I have. Get your people to part with the stuff, and I'll have it done for you by dawn."
"THAT quickly?" Zjetya exclaims.
"Posh!" the jenny scoffs. "You obviously have not seen a master at work if that surprises you. I invite you to watch, if you wish."

It may be difficult to acquire her price, however; crystallized aether, a component in the development of magitech batteries, was an expensive commodity prior to the Rapture, and major movements in the economy often had something to do with these crystals becoming easier or more difficult to acquire thanks to tariffs and laws surrounding their mining.

Though, come to think of it, Ecclesia's regression from magitech to flintlock guns and clockwork machinery may have just freed up some resources after all. You'd have to get in touch with a well-connected Ecclesian to get it quickly however. Perhaps one of the Spooks…

>>730955
>>730951
"Why, the psychological abuse is the most important part of training!" Chorazin says. She then starts to ramble about stories from her days in the military and all the various ways recruits and officers alike would strike to humiliate and mess with the other party.

After all that's done, Amy and Shei set up a ritual circle in the room, consecrating and preparing it for projection. Chorazin and Mirror Image help put on the final touches, and finally, you all sit together to prepare.



https://youtu.be/kgB5bueVEJE

For a brief moment, your minds are submerged in a comforting disorientation, a blur of synesthesia, like dropping suddenly, back-first, into the cool ocean's waves. A moment more of heaviness, unanchored, drifting… and the world around you turns like the realm of a kaleidoscope.

You find yourselves floating down from above, onto the gray shores of a beach, lapped by waters of a stormy black color. Far beyond you, perched on a hillside, rests a temple, overlooking a valley full of high stone arches. The ruins of a much bigger complex surround the temple on the hillside below. The ruins are blackened with the twirling, constricting vines of a vast network of plants, pitch-black, blooming with neon-pink flowers, at once beautiful and venomous. At their base fester swampy waters, the muck slowly trying to devour the ruins.

 No.730962

>>730947
>"For her to choose who she'll feast upon first, obviously," Regina says with a sly grin.
>"S-so that could have been us!?" LJ exclaims.
>Regina winks.
>Box shudders, and it's not clear why. Or maybe it's perfectly clear. After he dabs away some sweat from his lid, he shrugs at you. "Don't worry, he doesn't have to know."

You conjure seven shots with Homing Magic, and the Lead Occultist, his confusion turning to horror, charges himself with dark magic, hastening his movements. "I didn't come this far to let a few setbacks stop me! Have at you, monsters!"

[1d10+2] Homing Magic
[1d10+1] Chain Cleave vs 4

GV blesses Chester with a protective spell.

[1d10+1] Inure: Vampirism

Meanwhile, the awakening vampire continues her rampage against the occultists.

[1d10+3]

>"Plus three!?" Tantra gasps.

>"Plus three," Regina confirms.

The occultists desperately fight back.

[1d10]

Roll #1 5 + 2 = 7 / Roll #2 2 + 1 = 3 / Roll #3 10 + 1 = 11 / Roll #4 8 + 3 = 11 / Roll #5 4 = 4

 No.730963

>>730962
Flaming opens her eyes, "Then… then we just had good luck! Woooh…" she wipes her brow. "Wow. THAT was close. I guess we were owed 'something' after all the bad rolls."

Flaming chuckles at Box, "Pfffhaha, okay, that's what I *thought* our plan was."

"Sheimy looks around at the ensuing chaos, shouting at the lead occultist, 'Monsters? Why are you calling US the monsters? SHE'S the one that's attacking you all after you tried to bring her back!'"

"With that, she launches all of her spheres, AND her powerful, firey Storm Bolt at at the Vampire, trying to destroy her before she can do too much more damage. Maybe she can even save a few of the occultists."

Flaming picks up a butt-load of dice, preparing to roll them all at once… before realizing the dangers of doing so, and decides, instead, to only roll three at a time for now to avoid too many crit-fails.
[1d10] Storm Bolt (Critfail 3- for three attacks)
[1d10] [1d10] [1d10] Homing Attacks (all aimed at her)
>4 homings left

Roll #1 4 = 4 / Roll #2 7 = 7 / Roll #3 4 = 4 / Roll #4 7 = 7

 No.730964

>>730961
>>730956
>"Why, the psychological abuse is the most important part of training!"
"You see, now does that sound motherly at all to you?" Shei says to Gadriel.

They land within the dreamscape. After observing their surroundings Shei-Sher proceeds up the hilltop. "Well.. Follow the leader. And Amy don't drink the water."

As they walk up the hilltop Shei-Sher observes the ruins preceeding the temple.

 No.730966

>>730961
"That would be convenient whenever they need to do so."
Pryce comments on River's offer.
>"That sounds like a great plan! Me and Hopper will need to spend a lot of time coming up with new tricks anyways, so we should have plenty to work with between meetups."

 No.730967

>>730964
"Depending on who you ask, yes," Gadriel answers frankly.

 No.730970

>>730967
"A little too wise for being born yesterday." Shei is surprised by the response. "I need to have a long discussion with Zjetya."

 No.730971

>>730961
Wondering if a certain tinkering choir member would have the materials to seal the deal, Leather nods back. "I thank you for the offer then, I will see about requisitioning the materials to broker the deal. Would I assume dragonfire delivery be acceptable as well? Ah, and how rude of me, I don't even know who I would be sending it to."

 No.730973

>>730960

"Well, why didn't you just say it that way the first time!?" Amy objects.

>>730961
>>730964

"Totally a great mother!" Amy says, without a hint of sarcasm. "You gotta tell the kid what they can't do. Or else they end up like me!"

>>730964

"You know what?" Amy says in an annoyed, belligerent tone. "Drinking water hadn't EVEN crossed my mind. But, now I'm curious. And thirsty. You can't just say something like that! Give me one good reason I can't drink the water!"

>>730961

Amy has spent enough time in nature to know that bright colors mean don't eat. Really, she doesn't even like to touch them. But, then she thinks to herself: how can something be venomous when you have no body?

[1d10] to pick flower

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.730975

>>730973
"Well it seems like the hypnogogic soup of the core's infection. Do you really desire the taste of another demon's bath water?"

 No.730976

>>730966
Hopper ribbits with enthusiasm, and Wizingstar nods her approval. "I shall send you scrolls for study and for homework via dragonfire, and shall prepare for your visits accordingly."

>>730971
"Penny the Dreadful," the jenny answers, extending her hoof to shake. "And yes. Allow me to give you my Sigil. Mark your payment with it before burning it in dragonfire, and it will… probably be delivered. Even magical delivery gets its mixups from time to time, you know. Let me make a copy of your story, before we part ways, so I know what to draw. Once I'm finished, I'll set a number of charms upon your picture-book to make sure it stays safe during transit."

>>730971
>>730966
The foals and River sit back with satisfaction as cleaned plates and bowls sit before them. Some of the guests stack the used plates and silverware in the center of the table. As the last of the tea is poured out to refresh everyone's drinks, it looks like just about everyone's had their fill. Wizingstar suppresses a burp. "I trust it was to your liking?"
"How could you tell?" Spitshine jokes. "No but really, thank you for lunch."
"Thank you for being so good at problem-solving," Wizingstar answers.

>>730970
>>730973
He scoffs. "She's not guilty for that one. Probably some ancient wisdom from one of my progenitor souls."

>>730973
One of the flowers bites down on your arm as you try to pluck it. It spits you back out without doing any real damage, but you are left with a nectar vaguely equivalent to saliva, or at least one might hope.

>>730973
>>730964
You climb a set of wobbly, grass-claimed stairs up the hillside, which snakes up around the perimeter of the mountain, sometimes giving way to cliffs and treacherous ridges where the path has been eaten away by… perhaps some internal simulation of the elements, and the passage of time, recreated by the memory of the Bodhidharma.

After quite some time, you reach the gate surrounding the temple complex, a high wall broken only by a sealed gate, flanked by two towering door-gods, their expressions terrible and fierce, their bodies diligently at the ready in stances of war, armored all in what look almost like angelic bodies, but in a much older style, almost like a prototype of the blocky armor of your era's angels.

The door gods turn and look down at you with judgmental eyes. "Who seeks passage here, friend or foe?"

 No.730977

>>730975

"The what in the what what what?" Amy trails off with a series of progressively more confused and grossed out "what"s.

 No.730979

>>730971
>>730976
Penny takes a blank scrap of papyrus from nearby, scrawling upon it a looping, circular magical Sigil, that's strangely… cute. She appears to have made a face out of something like an 'a' shape, enclosed within a circle. She passes it to you. "Here. Trace that as best you can upon the crates once you're ready to send them."

 No.730980

>>730973
"Friend, we seek an audience with the resident of the temple. My name is Shei-Sher who beseeches the Bodhidharma for wisdom." Shei turns his head back waiting on everyone else to introduce themselves as well.

 No.730981

>>730977
"You know what, forget I ever said anything. I think experience might explain it better."

 No.730982

>>730976
>"Cool! I can't wait to get started!"

Pryce sets his plates with the others, content with his lunch while KP snacks on a few more pastries.
"It was, thank you again."
>"Yea, this was really great!"
"If you ever have any more anomaly incidents, we'll be here to help."
Pryce adds after.

>>730976
>>730971
Pryce looks to Leather and the others.
"Should we drop off those crates we found at the ship before check around the other stores?"

 No.730983

>>730981
>>730976

"What would it even do to me…?" Amy contemplates, curiosity washing over her.

>>730976

Amy giggles as the flower spits her arm back out. She shakes it a few times to get the majority of the sap off, then moves on.

>>730976
>>730980

"Whose core even is this?" Amy asks (Shei, mostly) as she looks around. She looks up at the guardians uncomfortably.

"And, how did we get it?"

 No.730985

>>730979
>>730976
Leather shakes the jenny's hoof, "Leather Cloak, thank you for sharing your artwork by the way." Leather Cloak allows for Penny to make a copy of the story, putting the scrap of paper away for safekeeping.

After everything has been finished with Penny, Leather offers a curt bow to Wizingstar, "Thank you for the tea and scones, I was happy to help."

 No.730987

>>730983
>>730980
Gadriel gives his name as instructed, but Mirror Image is more hesitant, a combination of fear and reverence. In a similar way, Chorazin is also hesitant, though she seems to be more curious as to how the door gods are regarding her than anything else.

Mirror Image is the first of the two to act, kow-towing formally before them.

"I am Mirror Image, servant of the servants of the Union Church that succeeded the Burning Sepulchre, the faith of our fathers. I am first among the unworthy."

Chorazin remains standing before the gods. "I am General Chorazin of Mariposa. It was my doing that summoned the Bodidharma to this World… and so it is I who share responsibility for his core being infected by the demon parasite that taints this land."

The door gods survey the two angels for a time, before each god claps all six of their forehooves together. You hear a heavy series of clunks, and the doorway opens, revealing the inner courtyard of the temple. "The Bodhidharma knows you. Proceed to the central room of the dojo in the back. You'll find that layabout there."

"L-layabout?" Gadriel asks in surprise.

"You heard me," the door god grunts.

>>730985
>>730982
Wizingstar wraps up the last of the sweets and a few apples and pears in wax paper, for the foals to enjoy later. Afterward, your allies gather up their things, and head out with you into the city streets once more. By now, the morning chill is gone, and the sun is coming up to its apex over the world. River and Zjetya, despite the fun they had at lunch, both seem quietly unnerved by how much of the day is already gone.

 No.730988

>>730983
>"What would it even do to me…?"
"I don't know, a mystery better left unsolved."

>>730983
>"And, how did we get it?"
"Remember where we had our first kiss? It was after a battle with a mad angle breaking Zha Arlakane's gate. This is the core of that angel."

>>730987
>layabout
Shei-Sher looks to Gadriel with equal surprise. Shrugging up his hooves because he doesn't know either. And then proceeds past the gate. A little excited to see this.

 No.730989

>>730987

"By the way, I'm Amy Thest the Inescapable Revelrous Friendmaking Heartthief Hugger," she says with a proud sort of excitement as everyone else starts rattling off titles. Of course, it was totally unnecessary, but whatever!

She then trots through the open gate. "Thanks!" she says to the guards as she does so.

>>730988

"Somebody took that thing's core with us!?"

 No.730990

>>730987
As they amble on their way to the temple. Shei muses over how Mirrow Image introduced herself "Servant of servants, petal of peddlers, most unworthy of the unworthy, pedestrian of plebians, my father's father is my father, kneepads of the Union Church."

 No.730991

>>730987
>>730985
With lunch finished, KP sets Hopper onto his head, sitting inside his paper crown like a little castle for the frog.

Pryce looks up to the sky as they step back outside, seeing the sun rising up. So much to do still as time ticks away…
"I didn't think much of it before, but after that little mission, we should get proper equipment for you to defend yourselves with."
Pryce comments, looking to Sugar and Spitshine.
"A wrench won't do much good against a real danger."
Pryce leads the way on towards Meister's Metallurgy.

As they walk, Pryce looks down to Spitshine.
"How trained are you in magic Spitshine?"

 No.730992

>>730989
"Yes, Me -I did that."

 No.730993

>>730991
>>730987
"Right-o, some proper equipment would do good. I have new vestments on the way I believe, but It would at least lessen the weight of these crates of acquired goods we found in the warehouse."

 No.730994

>>730993
"Right, we should probably not pick up too much more with all we have already. Let us hope we don't need to do any more extermination for our next purchase."

 No.730995

>>730992

"Wow, that was a busy day for you," Amy laughs.

 No.730996

>>730995
"Well Observer mostly, We had a mutually beneficial arrangement on reclaiming angel metal and parts. Its one of the reasons our Ship is so nice now, as a personal class cruiser as opposed to the rust bucket of a commercial class cruiser we originally found it."

 No.730997

>>730990
"I didn't think you were planning to die before we entered Tartarus," Mirror Image muses. "Suicide is never the answer, you know. If you need someone to talk to – or someone to kill you so it doesn't count as suicide – you can always come to me."

>>730988
>>730989
You proceed around the western perimeter of the temple's grounds, circling past the central shrine, until you come across an enclosed garden surrounding a pond. On the other side, you see a great dojo built like a pagoda, a hybrid of styles of the Vadaharan and Jibayini tradition. The front doors have been left ajar, and it is within that you see a very strange alicorn, of an aged gold color. He is a bit shorter than you, and his face is smooth and youthful, but his eyebrows are long in the sides, and he has a great beard that flows like a brush stroke down to his chin. He is laying upon his side, lounging with one arm propping up his head… but he's lounging on the top of a staff that's balancing upon the floor of the dojo. You can see that the end of the staff that touches the ground is rounded, making balance extremely difficult, yet the alicorn seems to be asleep.

Your allies pause, unsure of who should awaken him.

>>730991
>>730993
Hopper takes care not to wet KP's party hat with his slime. Thankfully he's tall enough to peer over the rim easily.

Sugar's ears flatten a little with annoyance, but the prospect of proper killing equipment seems to soothe her spirits. Spitshine scoffs. "Beyond basic telekinesis, and a few cantrips? Not a whole lot. I've usually always relied on bein' small and sneaky to get my jobs done."

As you head throughout the district, you notice small groups of Ecclesian detachments patrolling the streets as well, much to the curiosity of the Witches. The soldiers recognize Cloak, and hail him on their way by. It's from one of these groups that you get directions to Meister's Metallurgy, and find it nearer to the former guildhall area, on the western side and to a little south of this district, by the river.

In fact, it's built just above the river, with a water wheel connected to the side. The building is long and spartan, with hardly a sign outside to identify it. Within, you find a very spacious central room, with a number of storage areas off to the side. A large forge occupies most of the space on the eastern end of the room, flanked by anvils, a trough of water, and other equipment. Nearby, on the floor, you see a massive square rune drawin in black chalk, intricate in its blocky designs, marked at its cardinal points with old, run-down candles.

From behind the counter, a tall, very muscular mare stands back up, ashy red in color, clothed in heavy protective layers. She's got a box full of chalk and candles under one arm, and wears a face-obscuring mask.

Upon seeing you, the giant of a mare raises a hoof to hail you, mumbling a muffled something-or-other from behind her mask.

>Paused, continue RP

 No.730998

flows like a brush-stroke down to his chest*

 No.730999

>>730996

"I was mostly just making a joke about how you fought an angel, collected his pieces, and then got to kiss me," she says that part with a wink. "Over the course of like… an hour."

 No.731000

>>730999
Shei raises his hoof, pausing a moment to think "That iss right. I ran away crying after I kissed you."

 No.731001

>>730997
"Would you like to learn how to conjure your own weapons?"
Pryce offers to Spitshine after he explains his minimal learning.

When they pass by the groups of Ecclesians, Pryce is surprised at how quickly they arrived to Threecoin. This alliance must be a far more important investment than he thought.

When they arrive at the forge, Pryce looks to the tall mare as she hails them.
"Hello. You must be the smith here, correct?"
>"Whoa… you're big."
KP says upon seeing the tall mare.

 No.731003

>>731000

"Yeah… you did," Amy says, a little uncomfortably. "You know, I get that you felt uncomfortable… but geez! You know, it feels pretty insulting when the first thing someone does after kissing you is running away while crying!"

"Like… we sorta just talked about how I felt about the kiss at the time. We never really talked about the running away part… What the heck was that, Shei?"

 No.731004

>>731003
"Yeah Uhm -I often feel I should have apologized in advance for the things that happened between us. I was a different person then -honestly." Shei feels a little superficial saying that but that's the only way he can think to describe it "Take solace that whenever we kiss now I will be the one making your cry." thats Shei's rough attempt at flirting.

 No.731005

>>731004

"Okay first of all, that was either ominous or terrible," Amy laughs. "And before you say anything, yes, woohoo I said 'ominous' right!" she adds in sarcastic celebration.

"But yeah, I definitely have changed a lot since then too. I mean… look at me," she says gesturing to her body with a snicker.

She then suddenly gets a bit stiff. "It… doesn't bother you, does it? I mean, I'd totally understand if it does," she asks with some concern.

 No.731006

>>731005
"No, you're beautiful! Verily, when I look at you sometimes it is like something from my fantasies or poetry. I was a little afraid at first that you may not be the Amy I feel in love with, and you may not love me either anymore. I accepted this and resolved to give you some time without me. But it did not take much time to see at the very core this was always you. And the love burns stronger than ever."

 No.731007

>>731006

"Awwwww," Amy lets out an adoring squee.

"I mean, this is basically because of you anyway," she gestures to her body again. "Before that kiss, I was still stuck in my old ways. I didn't want any temptation in my life. It was the only way I could trust myself. Like our plans in Tartarus, it was a good first step, but it wasn't the final solution. I see that now."

"I had to learn to let myself have what I wanted sometimes. And, you helped me see that. Both with that kiss and with your words. You helped me embrace the demon in me. You freed me. You made me a better person."

Amy grabs Shei and hugs him. "So, I'm glad you think I'm pretty this way. And hot. And all sorts of other positive words, because it's all your fault," she says with a laugh. It's hard to tell in the midst of the hug, but you think she might be tearing up a bit.

 No.731009

>Sheimy 5/4
>Chester 5/3; 5 hits of Inure
>GV 5/2

>>730963
The grisly shouts and despairing cries coming from the other side of the raised stone pedestal are all you need to know how well the occultists are faring against the vampire.

The Lead Occultist takes advantage of your turned back to strike you with his chain, disrupting two of your shots, but the other two land true, pelting the body of stone and shadow that constitutes the crippled vampire. Great Voyage grabs the chain after you're struck, then tugs it harshly, pulling in the Lead Occultist. With another great tug, he spins it about the Lead Occultist, chaining him up.

>Sheimy 1/4


>"Great Voyage is gonna yell at him to quit being stupid and help us defeat the vampire before we're all dead!" LJ says, picking up some dice. "…C-can I get an instant intimidation roll with my heal?"

>"Only because you made such a good counter," Regina says.

[1d10] Intimidation
[1d10+2] Heal self

Chester blasts a sound of victory.

[1d10+1] Inspire

The disfigured vampire leaps over the altar onto your side of it, a sludge of blood and flesh upon her claws. She stands slowly, then bolts forward, becoming a blur of color as she leaps upon you!

[1d10+3]

The Lead Occultist struggles under the chains, grimacing as Great Voyage assails him with commands.

Roll #1 5 = 5 / Roll #2 9 + 2 = 11 / Roll #3 2 + 1 = 3 / Roll #4 7 + 3 = 10

 No.731010

>>731009
>>731009
Flaming starts breathing slowly, trying to calm her nerves. "Alright, we got the cultist chained up, and Journey your heals are landing again. We can do this, we can do this…" she smacks her cheeks a few times to get her hyped up, nodding, "Alright, still have PLENTY of magic left to work with. Sheimy shouts at the vampire statue, 'Hey! You want to play? Well come and get me!' and runs to lead her away from the others while firing off a few more spells. Magic Bolt, and two more homing shots!"

She picks up some dice, throwing them at the board while sticking her eyes close to it to watch them carefully
[1d10] / [1d10] Magic Bolt
[1d10] [1d10] Homing Attacks

Roll #1 2 = 2 / Roll #2 8 = 8 / Roll #3 2 = 2 / Roll #4 3 = 3

 No.731011

[1d10+1] Mulligan

Roll #1 4 + 1 = 5

 No.731012

>>731010
Your first shot lands true, burning away much of the vampire's shadowy, magical replacement for an arm, but she's moving much too fast for you to repeat that success; she leaps across the stone in a zig-zag pattern to throw off your aim, then vanishes – and in the next instant, punches you in the jaw from the side, knocking you across the room, the world spinning as your brain is rattled.

>Sheimy 0/2


The Lead Occultist worms his way out of the chains, clenching his teeth against Voyage's verbal assaults. He stands and turns to the vampire, raising his hoof as he begins to chant a spell. The Vampire staggers as runes appear around her head, binding her will to the Occultist's.

[1d10+2] Occultist's commands
[1d10+1] Vampire's resistance

Chester makes a run for Sheimy, helping her up.

[1d10]

Great Voyage inures Sheimy, while they have a free moment.

[1d10]

Roll #1 1 + 2 = 3 / Roll #2 10 + 1 = 11 / Roll #3 7 = 7 / Roll #4 2 = 2

 No.731013

>>731012
Flaming reaches up to bite at her hoof, getting nervous as she's knocked down to that low health. "Shoot, this isn't good… Journey, I need a heal!" She says, grabbing at a dice as 'Chester' helps Sheimy up. "Thanks Box, good rolling. Now… Sheimy looks at the vampire who knocked her out with a fiery fire in her eyes, her remaining homing attacks and horn firing up with magical, firey, fierce, fiery… REALLY fiery fire that burns hot like a.. fire…" she cringes, reaching up to rub at her head, "Okay, maybe I shouldn't narrate… uh, Sheimy attacks with all her magic at once to try and knock out the vampire to give them all a chance to regroup!"

She rolls her remaining homing attacks and a standard telekinesis attack
[1d10] TK
[1d10] Homing 1
[1d10] Homing 2

Roll #1 3 = 3 / Roll #2 8 = 8 / Roll #3 2 = 2

 No.731014

>>731013
The vampire is unable to retaliate as she thrashes against the Lead Occultist's spell. The runes' work is swift and powerful, and for a time, it seems that he has won, breaking her will to serve his own. He grins devilishly, and turns his gaze to you. "Now, mighty Vrykolakas, terror of the sun, fang of the murk, death of light! Attack!"

https://youtu.be/VPTR6w53RaA

And indeed she does – she reaches up to her temples, and claws off great chunks of her own stony head, those branded by the Occultist's runes, ripping them straight off of her. From beneath the stone, a fountain of blood gushes forth. The Occultist doesn't even have time to gasp as the vampire leaps upon him with so much force that it leaves a crater in the ground, her fangs enclosed around his throat. She crunches down on his neck, and tosses his body about in a spiral of bloodlust, tossing his limp corpse across the room.

The Occultist, pale and shriveled from the loss of so much blood, feebly reaches into his cloak, and withdraws a gold-trimmed scroll. He raises and unfurls it, attempting to read off the words of power… but falls dead, without so much as a sound.

>LJ and Box are just as pale as they were when the dice were botching their every action.

>"You're a killer, even against your own characters!" Box says.
>"Every good QM must be," Regina replies with a smile.

The head of the Vrykolakas begins to regenerate now that she's positively drunk on blood, producing waves of golden hair from underneath the stone. Most of her body is still petrified, but it looks like, with enough blood, she could eventually break free of that.

>Sheimy 5/2, Inured for 5


The vampire sprints toward your group again, swinging at Chester and Great Voyage with an executioner's axe, which manifests out of smoke into her hands as she runs.

[1d10+3] Reap vs 2

Great Voyage issues a command for her to halt.

[1d10] Word of Power

Chester copies GV's most recent spell, applying it to Great Voyage.

[1d10] Recursion: Inure

Roll #1 7 + 3 = 10 / Roll #2 3 = 3 / Roll #3 1 = 1

 No.731015

>>731014
Flaming shakes her head, "That's not good, come on dice why are you doing this to us?!" She all but slams her hooves on the table, "Okay, got to think… that scroll…" her eyes open. "Maybe that scroll had something to do with sealing the vampire if it got out of control? He spent his last moments pulling it out, it must be the key!"

Flaming grabs at a dice, rolling it, "While she's busy attacking them, Sheimy notices the scroll the lead occultist drops, and makes a dash to grab it!"
[1d10] she rolls her 'grab' die

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.731016

>>731015
You unravel the scroll, and immediately understand what its power is. It has an intricate, medieval illumination of a dragon, towering and mighty, flame billowing from its mouth. Though you do not literally understand the runic inscription below it, as you examine the runes, they seem to fill your mind with an understanding of their secret pronunciations.

>Regina slides over another d10 to where Spark patiently sits. Instead of the number 10, it has a tiny dragon's head icon. Spark paws it excitedly.


Great Voyage is knocked to the ground once more, but his protective spell breaks the attack on Chester, leaving him unharmed.

>GV 0/2

>Chester 5/3

The vampire hisses at Chester, shadows accumulating around her stony scowl, turning it into a mask of horror.

[1d10+1] Terrify

Chester braves the attack, helping up Great Voyage with what little willpower he can exert.

[1d10]

>GV's action to come


Roll #1 6 + 1 = 7 / Roll #2 1 = 1

 No.731017

>LJ rolls to get up

[1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.731018

>>731016
>>731017
Flaming pumps her hoof, "Wooooh! I got it! Okay you two, hold on just keep her distracted for a bit longer!" Flaming shouts enthusiastically, making it hard to tell if she's RP-ing or just that excited right now.

As the dragon-headed dice rolls over to Spark, she smiles, reaching over to scratch at his tail, "Hey, look, that one must be yours Spark! It has you written all over it. Maybe Regina will let you play with that one after we're done?"

She takes a deep breath, grabbing at her dice. "Okay, now that she understands the scroll entirely, she reads it aloud, continuing the occultist's chant and hoping it does something GOOD not bad!"
[1d10] "Rolling to read…?"

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.731019

>>731018
"Uh oh. Sheimy reads as badly as I do."

 No.731020

>>731018
>Regina ponders the results, then beckons to Spark. He looks initially hesitant, but then enthusiastically flicks the dice with his head.

[1d10]

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.731021

>>731018
>Regina looks between the 3 and 1, puzzling over how to rule all of this. She takes another look at Spark, who's busy gnawing the die, and shrugs.

A brilliant, scorching flash of light fills the cold temple, causing the vampire to fall back with her face covered, and when it dissipates…

A small dragon, made all of fire, appears before you. It's very small. No bigger than your head, in fact. Perhaps you weren't paying the most attention when the runes gave you their pronunciations.

Nevertheless, the battle is still on. Chester, sweating with a sudden rush of fear, drops to his knees. The vampire reaches a claw toward him, branding him with a hellish, cursed sigil…

[1d10+2] Enfeeble
>Chester 0/2
Great Voyage gets up, struggling under the pressure of his many injuries, but manages to bless himself with holy light.

>Bolster on self

>Empower Weapon

Chester tries to crawl away before the vampire's spell can take effect.

[1d10]

Roll #1 9 + 2 = 11 / Roll #2 2 = 2

 No.731022

>>731021
Flaming's eyes open wide as Regina describes what comes out of the scroll, and she laughs, finding some levity in the otherwise dire situation as she tosses her head back. "Hahahahaha! So Sheimy has a little dragon too, huh?" Flaming looks to Spark, snickering as she reaches over to scratch his head, rubbing his leather scalp gently. "Okay, got your character now, Spark."

"Uh, let's see… Sheimy looks at the newly lit up dragon, and looks super excited! Like, way more than she should be considering how small it is. She reaches over to hug it, not caring how much it burns her, and says, 'Hooray! Our savior has come! Let's do it, Flame!' and she directs the dragon at the vampire as it tries to nom down on Chester, pointing her horn directly at it with a big fiery spell charging up, attacking together."

[1d10] Storm Bolt, Crit-fail 3- for 3 attacks
[1d10+1] 'Flame' joins the fight (Flaming tosses it towards Spark so he can feel prompted to re-roll it if it lands badly…. but hopes he doesn't if it lands well)

Roll #1 1 = 1 / Roll #2 9 + 1 = 10

 No.731023

>>731022
The vampire leaps in again and strikes you with her axe, but you do not fall, owing to GV's previous blessing upon you.

>Sheimy 5/2, no more Inure


Her counterattack leaves her open, and Flame blindsides her, burning away much of one of her shadowy legs. She drops to the ground, down an arm and most of her leg, but leaps back, unwilling to give up just yet. She tosses her dark weapon at you, sending it spinning like a sawblade through the air.

[1d10+2] Reap

With Chester immobilized, Great Voyage attempts a heal…

[1d10+2]

Roll #1 6 + 2 = 8 / Roll #2 7 + 2 = 9

 No.731024

>>731023
Flaming smiles, pumping her hooves, "We've got it on the ropes now, I can feel it! Just need to go further… Sheimy charges up a few homing attacks, since she can take that incoming hit thanks to the heal, but Flame sends out another powerful wave of fire at it to burn her while she charges up!" She says, grabbing at the dice, "You hear that Spark, 'you're' saving the day!"

[1d10+2] homing attack
[1d10+1] Curse of Iron from Flame

Roll #1 8 + 2 = 10 / Roll #2 2 + 1 = 3

 No.731025

>>731024
You barely manage to get out of the way of the thrown weapon, but not before it can cut a grisly gash down your side. Your vision dims, and you grow woozy from the loss of blood… but you cling to consciousness, producing 5 homing bolts.
>Sheimy 2/2

Great Voyage helps up Chester, just in time for Flame's blast to be batted away. The vampire falls to the ground, barely holding herself up on her good leg. She holds still for just a moment, and a whirl of shadows gather around her. The whole temple grows dark, and starts to shake… and with a terrible, soul-deadening roar, she is wreathed in darkness, seeming to grow several times her size, towering above you all, a twisting abomination of life.

[1d10+2] Terrify

"Now! We have to stop her now!" Great Voyage yells, leading the charge.

[1d10+3] Empowered Weapon attack

Chester runs forward, claws raised to strike.

[1d10]

Roll #1 6 + 2 = 8 / Roll #2 7 + 3 = 10 / Roll #3 8 = 8

 No.731026

>>731025
"Alright, FIVE bolts! It's now or never… wait, should I be at 2/2?" Flaming looks up at Regina, "Voyage healed me right so, shouldn't I have 3 wounds?"

"Anyways…" Flaming says, "Sheimy looks over to Voyage, nodding in approval. 'Right! We'll do this together! Hit her with everything you have right now, don't let up!' she says, and throws everything she has left at the vampire with the help of Flame on her side!' She grabs a bunch of dice, readying what may well be her final attack roll. 'If this doesn't end well, Voyage, I just wanted to say….'" Flaming says, pausing as she blushes. "'You're… yourreallycute' and then she attacks!" she gets it out quickly before any recognition can be made.

[1d10] / [1d10] Magic Bolt
[1d10] [1d10] [1d10] Homing Attack 1-3

Roll #1 9 = 9 / Roll #2 6 = 6 / Roll #3 4 = 4 / Roll #4 2 = 2 / Roll #5 3 = 3

 No.731027

>>731026
[1d10] [1d10] Homing attack 4/5
[1d10+1] Flame's attack

Roll #1 7 = 7 / Roll #2 7 = 7 / Roll #3 6 + 1 = 7

 No.731028

>>731026
>Regina goes through her combat log to show you that her math is indeed correct.

Acting as a single body, and a single mind, you rush into the fray of battle with your allies, soldiering on in spite of the wave of deathly-cold magic exuding from the vampire's body. Slashing, crushing, burning, roaring, gnashing… your minds blank out, lost in the purest ecstasy of bloodshed and chaos, heedless of wounds you sustain or inflict, heedless of pain or fear, feeling only the joy of battle.

Your party, and the vampire, spin about to face one another after your head-on clash. All is still for a few moments… before each of you drop to your knees, woozy and bleeding profusely from myriad wounds.

The Vrykolakas takes a single step forward, raising her claw for the killing blow… and disintegrates into dust before you, leaving only a small, black heart upon the temple's floor.

>Box, LJ and Tantra all lean back, sighing with relief. Spark doesn't seem to know what's going on, but gnaws on the tip of his tail, eyes wide as he looks for more dice to chase across the table.

 No.731029

>>731028
Flaming likewise falls back in her chair, laughing as she reaches up to put her hooves on her chest, "Hohohohohoh…. hoooo… that was close. You had me scared for a second there Regina, I 'did' mess up a few of those homing attacks. But that's it, we did it!" She reaches over, giving Journey a hug as she shouts, "We won! Sheimy hops over to the heart, looking at it with a disgusted curiosity as she pokes at it with a nearby stone or stick she finds."

"She says to the others, 'Wooooh, THAT was close! I really hope she can't suck up more blood like this, because I think I'm giving out a lot!'"
She looks to the others, "Um… so what do you think? Do we finish it off, or collect it like we were paid to?"

 No.731030

>>731029
Voyage winces from the hug, but leans on you in order to not simply keel over unconscious right there.

Chester shakes his head, crawling over to Voyage for treatment. "We can't risk it coming back to life, not when we're in this shape. Destroy it, I say."
"Indeed," Voyage says. "I'd like to think I can judge characters well. Maybe the Machine-King has a good purpose in mind for collecting the pieces of the corpse instead of destroying it… but even when she was cut up, the occultists brute forced her awake with my body, without even having to split my skin themselves. Nothing like this can be allowed to exist, let alone enter a kingdom."

>"Once you've made your call, I'll distribute treasure and write your epilogue," Regina says. "I'll also need to know whether you visit the King, and whether you report all the details to him, or lie."


>Pause

 No.731031

Last time on HolyQuest…

Shei and Amy entered the demon-corrupted soul of the Bodhidharma, the monk-turned-angel who, following his corruption, attempted to attack Zha Arlakane without understanding what he was doing. Accompanying them were Gadriel, Chorazin and Mirror Image, all of whom bore the mark of angelic power. Shei's aim was to learn from the Bodhidharma about the possibility of undoing demonic or angelic transubstantiation, and the methods involved with it if it proved possible.

Cloak and Pryce finished their meal at Wizingstar's, and Cloak placed an order with a Witch named Penny the Dreadful to have the tale of the fight with the Scuttlebutts animated with her magic in exchange for aether crystals. He'd probably have to suss out a source within the Spooks to obtain something like that with short notice. Afterward, Cloak, Pryce and Pryce's familial entourage went over to Meister's Mettalurgy to see what weapons and armor were on sale.

Flaming, Regina, Box and LJ finished their tabletop game following a very narrow victory against the Vrykolakas and the occultists attempting to raise her back to unlife. Flaming had her suspicions on just how hard-won their victory actually was, however, considering certain provisions on Regina's part that seemed to turn things in their favor.

 No.731032

>Flaming
Voyage winces from the hug, but leans on you in order to not simply keel over unconscious right there.

Chester shakes his head, crawling over to Voyage for treatment. "We can't risk it coming back to life, not when we're in this shape. Destroy it, I say."
"Indeed," Voyage says. "I'd like to think I can judge characters well. Maybe the Machine-King has a good purpose in mind for collecting the pieces of the corpse instead of destroying it… but even when she was cut up, the occultists brute forced her awake with my body, without even having to split my skin themselves. Nothing like this can be allowed to exist, let alone enter a kingdom."

>"Once you've made your call, I'll distribute treasure and write your epilogue," Regina says. "I'll also need to know whether you visit the King, and whether you report all the details to him, or lie."


>Pryce, Cloak

Hopper takes care not to wet KP's party hat with his slime. Thankfully he's tall enough to peer over the rim easily.

Sugar's ears flatten a little with annoyance, but the prospect of proper killing equipment seems to soothe her spirits. Spitshine scoffs. "Beyond basic telekinesis, and a few cantrips? Not a whole lot. I've usually always relied on bein' small and sneaky to get my jobs done."

As you head throughout the district, you notice small groups of Ecclesian detachments patrolling the streets as well, much to the curiosity of the Witches. The soldiers recognize Cloak, and hail him on their way by. It's from one of these groups that you get directions to Meister's Metallurgy, and find it nearer to the former guildhall area, on the western side and to a little south of this district, by the river.

In fact, it's built just above the river, with a water wheel connected to the side. The building is long and spartan, with hardly a sign outside to identify it. Within, you find a very spacious central room, with a number of storage areas off to the side. A large forge occupies most of the space on the eastern end of the room, flanked by anvils, a trough of water, and other equipment. Nearby, on the floor, you see a massive square rune drawin in black chalk, intricate in its blocky designs, marked at its cardinal points with old, run-down candles.

From behind the counter, a tall, very muscular mare stands back up, ashy red in color, clothed in heavy protective layers. She's got a box full of chalk and candles under one arm, and wears a face-obscuring mask.

Upon seeing you, the giant of a mare raises a hoof to hail you, mumbling a muffled something-or-other from behind her mask.

 No.731033

>Shei
"I didn't think you were planning to die before we entered Tartarus," Mirror Image muses. "Suicide is never the answer, you know. If you need someone to talk to – or someone to kill you so it doesn't count as suicide – you can always come to me."

>Shei, Amy

You proceed around the western perimeter of the temple's grounds, circling past the central shrine, until you come across an enclosed garden surrounding a pond. On the other side, you see a great dojo built like a pagoda, a hybrid of styles of the Vadaharan and Jibayini tradition. The front doors have been left ajar, and it is within that you see a very strange alicorn, of an aged gold color. He is a bit shorter than you, and his face is smooth and youthful, but his eyebrows are long in the sides, and he has a great beard that flows like a brush stroke down to his chest. He is laying upon his side, lounging with one arm propping up his head… but he's lounging on the top of a staff that's balancing upon the floor of the dojo. You can see that the end of the staff that touches the ground is rounded, making balance extremely difficult, yet the alicorn seems to be asleep.

Your allies pause, unsure of who should awaken him.

 No.731034

https://pastebin.com/RaZG8KLM

>>731032
"Would you like to learn how to conjure your own weapons?"
Pryce offers to Spitshine after he explains his minimal learning.

When they pass by the groups of Ecclesians, Pryce is surprised at how quickly they arrived to Threecoin. This alliance must be a far more important investment than he thought.

When they arrive at the forge, Pryce looks to the tall mare as she hails them.
"Hello. You must be the smith here, correct?"
>"Whoa… you're big."
KP says upon seeing the tall mare.

 No.731035

>>731032
Flaming pauses, trying to consider her action as Sheimy looks down at the heart.
"Hmmmm… you know, I don't think Sheimy would kill it. I hate to be a pain you guys but, I don't think she'd be okay with killing something that can't protect itself. Plus, you never know what those cultists did to it, maybe it twisted her into something it's not."

Flaming looks up at Regina, "Can Sheimy argue for bringing the pieces back as promised, with the condition that she be allowed to take responsibility for whatever happens and ask the king right out what he wants her for?"

 No.731036

>>731035
>"I won't tell you no… but are you sure you wish to do that?" Regina asks in an ominous tone.
>LJ and Box look apprehensive at the thought of this. "Vampires don't need much prodding to want to go out and feast upon the living," LJ says.
>"Plus, getting rid of all sunlight for an eternal night sounds like it'd be right up the vampire's alley," Box adds.

 No.731037

>>731036
"But getting rid of the night was what the CULTISTS wanted. I mean, think about it: at first, it might seem like a vampire might benefit from that, but no sunlight means no food. No food means no people. And no people means the vampire itself will starve eventually. Plus, maybe it'll owe us one for sparing its life when we could have ended it. Do vampires do life debts?"

 No.731038

>>731032
Leather returns the greetings to the soldiers, glad to see Ecclesia on top of the ball in terms of setting up patrols in Threecoin.

Upon meeting the giant mare, Leather raises an eyebrow, holding up a hoof in greetings.

"Hail, smith."

 No.731039

>>731037
>"What if it just attacks us once it wakes up, like it did those occultists?" LJ asks.
>"And what if the king convinces it to go along with whatever ominous purpose he had in mind?"
>Regina smiles at the heated conversation. "If I could get in a word edgewise – roll knowledge for the life-debt question."

[2d10] LJ and Box

Roll #1 7, 2 = 9

 No.731040

>>731039
Flaming smiles, "THAT sounds promising!" She says, picking up a dice to roll for knowledge

 No.731041

>>731040
[1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.731042

>>731040
>"5 is the most hated number in this game," Regina says.
>She passes you a slip of papyrus, with the following information: Tales of vampirism often center on the desperate attempts of mortals to slay the beast before it can decimate local towns and cities with its terrible blood-thirst… but each tale has some undercurrent of tragic, sometimes faustian relationships between mortals and vampires. Some are romantic, some are platonic friendships. It is not out of the question that a vampire could be… if not made into an ally, then made into a neutral party, at least.

 No.731043

>>731033
"Please! Please- A Little humor!" in a sort of begging tone Shei banters with Mirror Image. "After all we have seen, a little cynicism might be healthy."

>>731033
Shei stands stupified by the temple entrance. "….." He cannot tell if this guy is showing off or maybe its just that the habits of ascended beings are beyond him. Either way gawking gets them no where. in the middle of his pondering shei thinks out loud "Can you really be sleeping if we are already in your dream."

 No.731044

>>731042
Flaming looks over the note she's passed, nodding in recognition as the wheels in her head start cranking away at the possibility of arranging a deal with the vampire in exchange for her life.

She looks over towards Journey's roll, looking over, "Journey rolled even higher than I did, does he know anything?"

 No.731045

>>731034
"Hell yeah, that sounds useful," Spitshine says. "You and KP okay with me knowing all your secrets?"

>>731038
>>731034
The massive smith waves a hoof around her shop's wares, stepping out from behind the counter to kneel by the magic square near the forge. She talks all the while in what sounds like a friendly enough tone, but her voice is so muffled by her wiggly mask that you can't hear a word of it.
Zjetya waves and gestures to the mask. "We… we can't really… you're breakin' up, lady."
The smith raises a hoof to her ear inquisitively.
River taps her mouth. "WE. CAN'T. HEAR. YOU."
The smith grunts with frustration and removes the mask. You can see that her eyes are soot-colored, and her face is heavily scarred and a bit burned. "SORRY, ONE MORE TIME?" she asks – not screaming, but talking at the top of her lungs, probably deafened by years at the anvil.
"…We'd like to do some shopping," Zjetya sighs, dropping the point.
The smith smiles. "GREAT! LOOK AROUND AT WHAT I'VE GOT WHILE I SET THIS UP."

>Inventory coming in next post, one sec.


>>731044
You compare notes, but LJ didn't get any more information than you did.
"I guess it's possible, but how likely is it?" LJ asks.
"Doubt we'd know unless we asked the vampire," Box says. "But… well, we could try to revive it during the day, just in case it attacks as suddenly as it did now. That'd be the safest option I think."

>>731043
Mirror leans overhead, not speaking for a long time. She raises her hand and points at your chest. "The next time your 'cynicism' causes you to blaspheme so crudely about the Union, you'll have spoken your last words."
Chorazin scoffs but adds nothing.

>>731043
"Sure I can, I make the rules around here," the Bodhidharma replies… though his mouth doesn't move. His voice seems to echo, and come from everywhere at once. The monk opens an eye, and lazily scratches his stomach, though he doesn't get down. "What do you want? I am in the midst of my training."
"What are you training to do?" Gadriel asks.
"I am honing my Spirit until I am able to transcend this cramped little world."

 No.731046

Weapons:
>Hoofcannon: 50 Bits
>Rifle: 100 Bits
>Crossbow (Heavy/Light): 30 Bits
>Bow (Great/Short): 15 Bits
>Axe: 20 Bits
>Sword (Long/short): 20 Bits
>Spear: 25 Bits
>Dagger: 10 Bits
>War-pick: 20 Bits
>Sling: 10 Bits
>Shield (Tower/Great/Rounded/Buckler): 15 Bits

Armor:
>Plate: 500 Bits: Add 5 Hits and 1 Wound
>Chain: 400 Bits: Add 3 Hits and 1 Wound
>Leather: 250 Bits: Add 3 Hits

Ammo:
>Hoofcannon Round: 2 Bit/each
Enchanted Rounds: Pick an element; add 3 Bits/each to the price
>Rifle Round: 3 Bits/each
Enchanted Rounds: Pick an element; add 3 Bits/each to the price
>Crossbow Bolt: 1 Bit/each
Enchanted Bolts: Pick an element; add 2 Bits/each to the price
>Arrows: 1 Bit/each
Enchanted Arrows: Pick an element; add 1 Bit/each to the price
>Sling-stones: 1 Bit/each
Enchanted Stones: Pick an element; add 1 Bit/each to the price

Services:
>Add Element to Weapon: 100 Bits or 1 small favor
-Add an element to your weapon, causing each attack to deal that element in all of its actions. If this weapon uses ammo that has the same element as it, the critical hit range for attacks is reduced by 2. If this weapon is used to block an attack that has the same element as it, the DC to block is reduced by 2.

>Add Element to Armor: 200 Bits or 2 small favors

-Add an element to your armor, causing it to take half-damage from attacks that have the same element as it; said attacks also cannot critically hit.

>Add Peculiarity: 100 Bits or 1 small favor

-Adds a Peculiarity to your weapon. A Peculiarity is a special quality that modifies the weapon's usefulness. These can be stacked with Elements, but each weapon can only have one Peculiarity.
Guarded: Reduces critical failure damage by half.
Precise: Increases critical hit range on attacks by 1.
Serrated: Results in Bleeding damage on target; Bleed deals 1 point of damage for a # of turns equal to the roll - DC, or 2 points of damage on crit. Cannot affect targets that do not bleed.
Drilling: Reduces DC to hit by 1, but cannot crit.
Stunning: On a critical hit, causes the target to lose 1 action next round.
Vector: All attacks with this weapon have greater knockback, sending the target away from you based on how much your roll exceeded the DC.

 No.731047

>>731045
"Yeah! That sounds like a good middle-ground. Let's wait until day-break, so we have the advantage in case it decides to go wild again. We'll use that time to talk to it, and work something out… oh, uh, Sheimy says that, but also adds on, 'Maybe we can make it our friend! I love making new friends, especially the dark and broody types'."

"If we can't work anything out with it in the morning, we'll go with Plan A."

 No.731048

>>731047
>Regina turns to LJ and Box. "Will you object to this plan?"
>LJ and Box convene among themselves quietly for a moment… then turn back around. "We'll grumble and express some in-character trepidation, but we will go along with Sheimy's plan."

>Regina nods. "Each of you, roll 3d6. Don't worry, this is for something you'll like."


>LJ and Box scoop up their dice. Regina passes a few over to Spark as well. He looks up to Flaming, eager for her to throw them and him to chase them.

 No.731049

whoops

[3d6] LJ
[3d6] Box

Roll #1 4, 3, 4 = 11 / Roll #2 6, 6, 2 = 14

 No.731050

>>731045

"How would you do that?" Amy asks the Bodhidharma curiously. "How far could you go?"

 No.731051

>>731048
>>731048
Flaming chuckles, looking up at Regina, "Don't mind Spark getting in on the action now, huh? Don't worry: I'll make sure when he grows up, he understands how its REALLY played. I'll help him with his character."

She says, tossing the dice towards him to get him excited, "And Journey, Box, thanks for going along with my idea. I'm really curious about something and I think the vampire is the only way we're gonna get it answered."
[3d6]

Roll #1 6, 2, 2 = 10

 No.731052

[3d6]

Roll #1 4, 1, 3 = 8

 No.731053

>>731045
"Of course. I thin kit'd be a great fit for you, sneaking around will be a lot easier when you don't have to worry about hiding a weapon."
>"You're gonna teach Spits how to conjure stuff? That's great! We could pull off so many cool tricks with the three of us!"


>>731045
>>731046
>"Wow, she's really loud too. It's like everything on her was turned up to maximum."

After they finally connect to the smith, Pryce glances around the shop, and the prices.
"Do you accept trades?"
He asks the smith, as they're only stocked in trade goods from the Scuttlebutts.

Pryce then looks down to Sugar.
"Pick whatever you want. We should have enough to cover anything here."
He says, letting her go over the weapons as she pleases. Meanwhile, he glances over the armor, considering if he should invest in any, though he's never fought with any and starts to wonder if it'd impact his movement any. He then settles onto the Peculiarity services, taking out the Memory-Pluck and thinking if it'd be disrespectful to enhance another knight's sword.


KP walks over to the smith as approaches the magic square, curious to the whole forge's setup.
>"So you make weapons and magic here?"

 No.731054

>>731045
Shei-Sher swats Mirror Image's hoof away. He thinks to say something brash but stops himself. He fans out his hooves in a gesture of submission. "That is fair. How else would the union hear me when I am still burdened with the earth. Perhaps if I could let go as easily as they I could visit them in heaven. Though, such things are too good for me. We are destined for Tartarus, so if you plan on killing me Mirror you should save the time for when we are in there." Shei's response turns unintentionally dreadful as he leases that final remark.

>>731045
Shei sits down cross legged, still only at the entrance of the temple. "Bodhidharma -is that name fine? I may address you differently if you wish. We have been the caretakers of your core sense we retrieved you. You were infected with the magatsuchi of a demon when we found you, I expected to find more corruption inside yet I only see it lick at the cliffs as fetid water. Is there more than what meets the eye to your infection?"

 No.731055

>>731046
>>731045
"Astonishing.. calibers of every kind." Leather says, looking through the boxes of ammunition about the forge. "An impressive collection indeed. My rifle is state of the art… but perhaps it's time to give the shield a refurbishing.."

Leather looks up to the smith, clearing his throat to speak louder. "Your weapon modifications.. are they purely enchantment, or does it involve smithwork as well?"

 No.731056

>>731054
>>731045

Amy looks at Shei as he sits. She quickly does the same. But, she sits like a dog.

 No.731057

>>731051
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hom_c3ZhlCw

"With the scent of death and destruction all about you, you treat your wounds, and prepare for the long journey back. Taking some scraps of the occultists' cloaks, you wrap up the vampire's heart, preparing another container for it, separate from those which contain the severed limbs. As for the occultists, Great Voyage (as requested by LJ) buries them and gives them their last rites and funeral blessings, despite their many sins.

"Before you go, you notice that a passage at the back of the room, previously sealed by many stones, has fallen open, probably disturbed by the fighting. Deep within, past a long tunnel, you find a plethora of wealth, in the form of coins, jewels, tapestries, vases and scrolls. You load up that which you can manage to carry, exhausted as you are. Great Voyage's haul is worth 1,100 overall, Chester's is 1,400, Sheimy's is 1,000, and she collects another 800 for the little dragon conjured by the scroll.

"With that in tow, you make for the exit, and begin the trek back through the Onuma Swamp, where you eventually see the camp of the carriage-driver. He hails you, and you collapse into bed almost as soon as you finish a meal of gruel and bread. In the morning, you set out once more for Accapella City, and report your victory to the Machine-King, leaving behind the vampire's parts in Sheimy's magical hat. The King is less concerned with your victory than with receiving the vampire's body. Through subtle questioning, and even a bit of baiting, you begin to discern that the King's intentions are not pure for the vampire. He does not reveal much, but he seems primarily interested in making a weapon out of the vampire's corpse – purely for defensive purposes, he assures you… but his obsessive pressing for you to hand it over tells you otherwise.

"With that in mind, you excuse yourselves to go back to the carriage, where you supposedly left the pieces of the vampire… and once you are out of sight, you have a chance now to choose whether you will comply with the king's orders… but that will have to be an adventure for another day."

Regina leans back with a satisfied sigh. She taps her claws together, suppressing a nervous grimace. "…What'd you think?"

>>731053
"Then you've got a student," Spitshine says. "Just warning you, I may need a lot more tutelage than the average pony. I'm not the brightest spitshine around."

"SURE," the smith says. "I'M MEISTER, BY THE WAY. PUT WHAT YOU HAVE UP FOR TRADE AND I'LL TELL YOU WHAT IT'S WORTH IN MONETARY VALUE, JUST TO KEEP THINGS SIMPLE."

>>731053
Meister nods. "THE FORGE MAKES THE STEEL, THE MAGIC SQUARE HERE–" she gestures to the chalk square, the runes, and the candles. "MAKES THE MAGIC REAL. I DON'T MAKE POETRY, AS YOU CAN TELL."

>>731055
"A BIT OF BOTH, OF COURSE," Meister says. "GOOD, QUALITY ENCHANTMENTS CAN'T BE MADE WITHOUT SOME PHYSICAL WORK. MAGIC IS JUST AS MUCH SWEAT, MUSCLE WORK AND TOIL AS ANY OTHER DISCIPLINE."

She flexes, showing off an arm that could crush a castle. "WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOUR SHIELD?"

 No.731058

>>731054
Mirror says nothing in reply, silently fuming as she turns to focus on Bodhidharma.

>>731050
"If all goes well in undoing the seals upon my core, I could project myself but a little. I'm not certain how far I could fly about… in this state, I suspect no further than a fledgling bird can fly away from its nest, before it tires and must return."

>>731054
"What you're seeing here is the result of constant effort to purge my corruption. You should have seen it when I first awoke from my delusion! It was an entire ocean of the stuff," he says, laughing grimly. Chorazin's mouth turns with a hint of regret, but the Bodhidharma shakes his head. "Don't apologize or kowtow. You fought in the name of what you thought was our sacred mission."

 No.731059

>>731058

"That's awesome!" Amy claps her hoof-paws together in admiration for the Bodhidharma's accomplishment. "How did you get rid of the corruption!? Is it just… gone?"

 No.731060

>>731057
Flaming is just about ready to dive into yet another round of intense debate-RP, but relaxes once Regina confirms that is, indeed, the end of the session. Flaming slumps back in her sheet, letting out a loud exhale before throwing her hooves into the air in celebration.

"WOOOOOH! That was great!" She jumps out of her seat, running around the table to bounce up towards Regina's massive paws, putting her hooves on theme excitedly, "I didn't know that would be so much fun, I just… I REALLY got into it, it felt like I was really there. You're really good at this, Regina, I liked that story a lot. Where do you come up with stuff like this?"

 No.731061

>>731058
Shei-Sher returns the laughter with his own amused chuckling. "A sight to see I am sure. If only I were more ambitious maybe I could have caught a glimpse. Well you have endured my prodding for so long." Shei-Sher says this referring to the the measures he has taken investigating the core on many nights before now. He assumes The bodhidharma has noticed this prodding.

"Please, if you could endure just a little more prodding in our interview. It is for a good cause that I can ensure."

>You fought in the name of what you thought was our sacred mission."

"Thought?" Shei interjects "Not knew? Is the mission of the angels not obvious to everyone who serves?"

 No.731062

>>731057
"Don't sell yourself short. I'm sure you'll get a good grasp on this in no time."
Pryce says encouragingly.

"Nice to meet your Meister. I'm Pryce."
Pryce says, introducing himself as well. He takes out the five bows and thirty shafts he gathered from the scuttlebutts and puts them on the counter. He also finds the katzbalger he gathered earlier through their trek of the demon infested area of Threecoin, and puts that up as well. He pauses for a moment.
"This doesn't look like much, but it has some strong magic in it."
He says, taking out the Chieftan's staff fragment he salvaged as well.


>>731057
>"Wow, so you cover like, everything! How'd you learn all of this?"

 No.731063

>>731057
Leather unhitches the shield from his back, showing off the battle-scarred and dented shield bearing the faded hourglass symbol on its front.

"She's been with me for a while, I've been hesitant to bring it to a smith given it's not exactly a catalyst, but I do use it as a focus when invoking the divine," Leather rubs the back of his neck, "-no magical talent here."

He rubs his chin, "I don't know, I'm not keen on making modifications to it I suppose. Could you just.. hmn.. make sure there aren't any fault points or damages that might hurt it's integrity in the long run?"

Despite his mention of of his rifle's superiority, he does make note to pick out 12 more of the nearly hoof-sized rounds it takes, as well as 10 Ice elementalist rounds.

"Perhaps an enchantment on the rifle instead? It certainly doesn't need to be more accurate, but maybe a chilling effect on it's attacks?"

 No.731064

>>731061
>>731059
"Meditation, contemplation, and blood," the Bodhidharma says. "I slew it, bit by bit, coming back to this dojo when it threatened to overwhelm my mind, where I had the door gods you saw outside beat the magatsuhi out of me. So long as I do not give into its call, it shall remain dead."

>>731061
The Bodhidharma snickers. "If only you knew of our history of schisms and reformations. Ecclesia, the Union, the Burning Sepulchre… we angels have hardly been unified, no more than than our followers, or our gods, whose ranks have swelled and thinned as our people have conquered and been conquered by foreign tribes, adding or expelling gods from their ranks in the process. Miracle and Metatron believed in their vision of justice as being the vision of the gods, and acted accordingly. Mirror Image would obviously disagree, would she not?"

Mirror Image nods. "We have come to save this world, not dissolve it."

>>731060
"I had a lot of fun," Box says. "I was a bit scared we weren't gonna make it, and I was getting frustrated with our bad luck, but that just made victory more satisfying.
Regina deflates with relief, a great wave of nervousness exiting her mind. "…I read a lot, which inspires me to make my own little quests. Though, that was the first time in many years that I ran for anyone other than myself."
"Yeah, that was a blast!" LJ says. "You mind if I use this sheet again for a future game?" He double-takes at his sheet, then looks over at the rulebook. "Say… what's this 'Huge' skill…?"

>>731062
Spitshine doesn't look too confident, but nods. "Anything I can do to prepare?"

Meister looks over the offered wares with a grimace. "I CAN GIVE YOU ABOUT 800 FOR ALL OF THIS, AND THESE TWO ARE DOING MOST OF THE WORK HERE," she says, pointing to the katzbalger and the piece of the chieftan's tree-staff. "THOUGH, IF YOU PREFER, I CAN GIVE YOU 500 AND BREAK DOWN THE TREE HERE FOR TWO ENCHANTMENTS OF ICE. IF YOU'RE WILLING TO WALK AWAY WITH 400, I CAN SALVAGE THE TREE'S ORIGINAL SPELL, TRANSFERRING IT TO A STAFF."

>>731062
"LOTS AND LOTS OF MISTAKES," she says, gesturing to her scarred and burned face.

>>731063
Meister gestures to the tree-staff remnants that Pryce offered. "I CAN USE THE TREE HERE FOR THAT CHILLING ENCHANTMENT, IF YOU'RE WILLING TO HAND IT OVER. THE SHIELD? THAT'S EASY. I'LL DO THAT FOR FREE. I'M NOT ESPECIALLY BUSY TODAY."

 No.731065

>>731064

"But, don't you like… need that megasushi stuff? Are you gonna be able to get more that's not corrupted?"

 No.731066

>>731065
"…huh?" the Bodhidharma asks, tilting his head to the side. A question mark materializes in the air above him.
"Amy, it's only demon's souls that produce magatsuhi," Chorazin explains. "A mortal's soul produces Qi, and an angel's produces dhyana. A true angel, such as the Bodhidharma, has no need of magatsuhi, and has as such devoted himself to purifying that which I infected his core with."

 No.731067

>>731066

"Oh," Amy says slowly. "Angels are weird."

"Still… I don't feel all corrupted. So, is it possible to make megasushi not corrupt demons?"

 No.731068

>>731062
>>731064
Cloak looks to Pryce, looking over to the staff,

"Do you care for the spell within, Pryce? If you do, do not worry, I can always pay with a favor instead, I enjoy helping around these parts."

 No.731069

>>731064
Flaming deadpans at Journey. "…you had Huge? You forgot your racial?!" She face-hooves, shaking her head, "Even *I* knew about that! Come on!"

She nods, "And, yah kind of what Journey said: I was getting frustrated and worried when the dice started turning up so bad, but, I have to say I think it worked out. I mean, I DID have really good rolls for the longest time, I guess that's just how it balances. I think it was a good campaign though, hard but not impossible. And I especially liked playing my character. I *might* have had a few influences," she says, acting as though that were in anyway a secret.

"You did good for your first campaign with others, I had a lot of fun. Is there anything I could do better for next time, how was I as a player?"

 No.731070

>>731068
"The Chieftan had some surprising magic when we faced him, having that on our side would be quite a boon I think I'll keep it."

>>731064
"For this kind of spell… Memorize weapons. The better you know the weapon's form, the easier it will be to remake it with your magic."

Pryce thinks on the offer of trades, and the magic the Chieftan was doing.
"I'll go with salvaging the spell and the 400 bits."

>>731064
>"They must have really paid off. This place looks amazing!"

 No.731071

>>731064
"Hmm astonishing, very much- puts quite a lot into perspective. Then let me ask you this. Are your works the bidding of the angels or your own? And if I could give you the opportunity to do good works whilst you remain in your 'cramped little world' would you accept. I assume honing your spirit will take quite some time."

 No.731072

>>731064
>>731070
"Very well, I'll see about performing some favors then, I'd rather more money goes to the orphans."

 No.731073

>>731067
"Not completely, but it can be tamed," the Bodhidharma continues. "Excess Dhyana, if not carefully tempered in the soul of an angel, kills emotions, kills passion, kills appetite, until they are left with nothing but pure reason, an abstract mechanical-mind, capable of nothing but loveless, soulless calculations, treating the lives of followers like so many inputs in a formula, and not real, living creations of the gods. Excess Magatsuhi, if not tempered in the soul of a demon, kills reason, inflames passion and appetite, until they are utterly slaves of whatever carnal lust occupies their withered minds at any given moment. Soon, they can do nothing but consume and destroy.

"The key for keeping Dhyana and Magatsuhi under control, while still growing in power, is to master them through askesis – stern training and discipline. This can be induced by a mentor, but the subject themselves must continue the work, the inner jihad, themselves."

>>731071
"I do as I like, until I am bidden otherwise. You, mortal, cannot give me orders, but I can tell, through all your roundabout questions and vagaries, that you want something of me, so you may as well ask it instead of being obsequious."

>>731069
"I could've done so much better during that battle!" LJ exclaims. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
Regina scratches the back of her head awkwardly. "… It's my policy to trust the players to keep track of their skills and sheets."

She then turns to you. "They say to 'write what you know,' but perhaps you would be better off branching out from what – or who – you know."

She winks knowingly.

"So…" Box sighs, leaning back. "Whaddya wanna do now?"

"Could always train," Tantra offers.

>>731068
>>731072
>>731070
Meister nods, taking the tree-staff fragment over to the magical square. She sits before it, putting on her mask, and begins a number of tests upon it, tracing the magical runes etched into its side, and prodding it with various magical inputs from the sigils drawn within her ritual space, drawing out the magic within for her study. Zjetya and River draw up some hard wooden chairs from nearby as you wait. After a while, she turns to you. "ALRIGHT, I DON'T RECOGNIZE THE RUNES SO I HAD TO USE A LITTLE GUESSWORK, BUT I HAVE A GOOD IDEA OF WHAT THIS CAN DO…"

>Wendigo's Whinny: Recharge 2 +1 per additional target; Sprays a wall of ice from the caster to the target(s) and can target up to three foes. Deals elemental ice damage, in addition to creating a barrier of solid ice that can be used to block off areas. Ice wall is DC 6 to climb around if it does not reach to a ceiling, and DC 8 to break through. This can be used out of combat to freeze objects and create wintery conditions out of combat.


She totals up all the things that you seek to purchase. "ALRIGHT, THAT WILL BE 199 FOR YOU–" her eye seems to twitch a little at the uneven number, but she shakes it off and turns to Pryce. "FOR YOU, 350. OR, I COULD USE A FEW PONIES TO HELP ME WORK OUT TODAY."

She looks you up and down. "…CAN'T GUARANTEE GUYS AS SMALL AS YOU WON'T WALK AWAY WITH A FEW BRUISES."

River raises her staff. "I can tend to that."
Zjetya scowls at the idea.

 No.731074

>>731073
>>731071

Amy silently considers The Bodhidharma's words (what she understood of them anyway). She waits to see what Shei has to say.

 No.731075

>>731073
"Bruising is my forte." Cloak grins, handing over the rifle and shield. He thinks to make a mention to be careful with the shield, but decides against the potentially offensive remark.

 No.731076

>>731073
"It's not MY job to keep track of your sheet for you, Fluff for brains!" Flaming says with a loud snicker to her voice, bumping her head against Journey's playfully. "Relax, you'll remember for next time."

She turns up to Regina, blushing as she winks. "Er-…. yeah. MAAAAYBE I was taking a little too much inspiration from someone. But, I'll have her build off of that. I'm gonna keep using Sheimy though, she's fun. But trust me, she'll have surprises in store for next time."

As Box asks what to do next, Flaming looks to Journey, "Well, Journey: what's next? The boys are supposed to take the leads on dates, right? We could go take a walk somewhere, or get something to eat…?" She asks, recounting her last date with Pryce for helpful advice. "I wouldn't mind training either, but is that something you can do on dates?"

 No.731077

>>731073
>instead of being obsequious
"This is just how I talk.." Shei says, offended but not outraged. "and I am veering around the point because I am not even entirely certain how I would accomplish my goal. That is the reason for this interview is to confirm some matter. But I will clear the air and tell you, my reason for making contact with you is to ask for your service in helping us reverse the demon infection and maybe even the apotheosis of those transformed into angels. I could fabricate a catalyst for your core to inhabit. I still require your perspective though, to fill in for the details and confirm some of my research."

"Now, my next question. Please tell me, you first awoke and came to face the demon's magatsuhi. Just how much of your spirits were consolidated together. You said he calls to you, what else is there? Could you feel his heart, hear his desires, even perhaps understand his soul as if your own?"

 No.731078

>>731073
"That's… a strong spell in there. Even that Scuttlebutt didn't use it."
Pryce comments as Meister reveals the enchantment. He puts the Memory-Pluck on the counter.
"The Guarded Peculiarity for this one. I'll be needing the extra defense with this."

As she offers assistance with working out, Pryce is caught aback by the favor compared to the others they've done so far. And then is a little insulted at her comment.
"I'll pay for my wares. I have something later that wouldn't go well with an injury."
He decides, putting up the 350 bits from his trade earlier.

 No.731079

>>731076
"It's totally something you can do on dates!" Tantra says firmly. Vortigern flies over, picks up the massive buffalo, and flies away with him, back toward the training ground.

"That looks like a veto to me," Regina says. "Box, LJ, what say you? You do have an agenda planned, right?"
LJ steps up. "Actually, I thought we could go for a nice walk around Threecoins. Maybe even a run if you feel like it. We've spent a good while cooped up in this massive Library, but buffalo can't be kept all penned in like this. Am I right, Flaming? That sound fun to you?"

>>731074
>>731077
"Indeed I could," the Bodhidharma answers. "It was a bit like intimacy, or facing one's oldest enemy in battle. It was a level of closeness that few have experienced, or can imagine. That was why I had to fight, lest I lose myself within it. But I'll back up a bit first. What you are asking is indeed… possible."

Mirror, Chorazin and Gadriel tense up at this.

"But before you can perform such a feat, you must understand what it is you are doing. This is not mere transformation or transmogrification – the shifting of the outward form. Becoming an angel, becoming a demon, is a moment of rebirth, of true change. Mortals' souls are fundamentally, measurably different from other types of souls. What you are seeking is a feat of transubstantiation – an ultimate change. A godly act. It is possible, but difficult, requiring that one tap into the blood of a divine body as the baptizing catalyst of this change. I have sensed in your party's possession such an artifact – the Ember of Jalandhara. Its flame is faint, however… using it to obtain this feat would result in its permanent loss, you understand?"

>>731075
>>731078
Meister nods, collecting the money. "I'LL JUST TAKE A LITTLE OF YOUR TIME, THEN, SINCE YOU'RE NOT SPENDING AS MUCH," she says to Cloak.
Spitshine steps forward. "You think I could get in on this?"
Meister just laughs. "THERE'S A FEW FREE WEIGHTS BACK THERE. YOU CAN TRY THOSE."

She opens the counter, inviting your group to a hallway which connects a few of the back rooms. She takes you to one of the larger ones, where a number of training dummies, free weights, a weight bench, a punching bag, and a number of other workout equipment pieces wait.

She looks over to Cloak. "READY?"

>Make 3 DC 8 rolls, any bonuses/skills to being tough or strong in general apply here

 No.731080

>>731079
https://pastebin.com/jbpPAusX
Leather nods, cracking his neck. "Here's where I see if using the rifle more often has put me out of shape after all."

>Tough: passive; Earth ponies take 1 additional hit before becoming helpless as well as 1 extra wound once they become helpless, for a total of 6 hits and 6 wounds without other modifiers. They can also lift, carry and move heavier objects than unicorns and pegasi.

also possibly vanguard if you'd find it applicable
>Vanguard: passive; You and all allies ignore first damage taken in combat, including critical failures. This does not negate non-damage effects.

[1d10]
[1d10]
[1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5 / Roll #2 6 = 6 / Roll #3 4 = 4

 No.731081

>>731079
Flaming looks at Tantra with a peculiar look, considering the possibilities of a training-date… before Vortigern promptly picks up the buffalo and ferries him away. "Heheh… guess so. Maybe that's just a thing TANTRA likes to do on dates."

As LJ suggests a run, Flaming turns towards him, smiling wide. "OH! That's a great idea! I haven't had a good run in a long while, the ship can only give my legs so much room to work with." She says, stretching out her legs and stomping around in a circle. "Let's make it a full out stampede, huh? Bet you we could kick up a dirt cloud big enough to surround the whole town. Regina, Box, you're in right?!" She says, sounding genuinely excited.

 No.731082

>>731079
>>731077

"So, what's the plan to do this to EVERY demon?" Amy asks more out of curiosity than disbelief. "It's gotta be good if it's so hard to do it to just one demon."

 No.731083

>>731079
Pryce follows to the back room, surprised the forge has a workout room as well. He wonders if the witches' stores also act as their homes. As Spitshine goes to join in the workout as well, Pryce keeps an eye on him, helping the colt out if he needs any assistance.

>"Wow, this place has everything."

KP comments as they enter.

 No.731084

>>731079
>>731074
Shei-Sher begins to look down on himself as The Bodhidharma goes on to explain just the height of the feat Shei is resolved to perform. He lightens up a bit when The Bodhidharma reminds him of the Ember of Jalandhara.

"Right. Then this is something I will have to as permission for from a number of people." Shei turns his head back to Chorazin, Mirror Image, Amy, Gadriele.

"How do you all feel about this? The Ember of Jalandhara is our only known portal to the source of creation. I can assume every person who regrets their rebirth would be happy for the opportunity. And I feel if I personally asked Y'dryth for his permission he may just say we did not need it in the first place. This is something momnuemental to consider. We would be destroying an artifact of possibly infinite potential."

 No.731085

>>731079
>>731083
>[1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.731086

>>731082
"Well when all is said and done there will likely be plenty of 'fuel' figuratively speaking to do more than one person. Possibly hundreds or thousands, though someday it will no longer be possible. I assume one could stoke the ember by sacrificing yourself to it. Good luck to the colt who will be burdened with coaxing such an act"

 No.731087

>>731084

"I don't even know what it is," Amy says with an unashamed shrug."

>>731086

Amy frowns. "I wonder if we could sacrifice the demons that won't listen to keep it going."

 No.731088

>>731087
>"I wonder if we could sacrifice the demons that won't listen to keep it going."
"You scare me sometimes Amy." Shei-Sher says with tired defeated disposition. He doesn't even want to get into this sort of conversation infront of the bodhidharma. We'll make ourselves look like psychopaths

 No.731089

>>731080
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BuRWuLd2CXo

What follows is an intense series of reps of a myriad of exercises and sparring, ranging from as simple as spotting Meister as she benches hundreds of pounds, to holding the punching bag as she kicks and swings at it. She asserts that the bag would fly right off its chain if someone doesn't hold it in place while she trains – and it's quite likely that she's right. You engage also in a bit of boxing and sparring with wooden weapons. She thinks aloud about wrestling as well, but thinks better of it as she notices Zjetya giving her a look.

During the process, you end up with numerous bruises and a few welts from her more enthusiastic strikes, but it'll take more than that to seriously hurt you.

>You lost 10 Hits


>>731083
>>731085
You help Spitshine maintain proper form with the weights, the chin-up bar and the dip bars, avoiding any impromptu trips to snap city. Inspired by the sight of Meister nearly destroying the boxing equipment, he talks you into throwing hooves with him a few times as well – he manages to get in a couple good hits on you, though he's much more careful than Meister. Sugar watches with intense interest and a bit of girlish admiration, occasionally blushing after the good hits. Lockjaw has to be restrained in order to keep him from hopping in on the fight.

>>731081
>>731083
After the training concludes, Meister gets to work using the magical square in her forge to make the requested modifications to your equipment. She concludes her spells with the most intensive work – that of transferring the tree-staff's former spell to another, proper staff. She binds it to a well-made cedar staff with a white gem at the top, and attaches two rings of red and green, surrounding the gem in a cross pattern.

When all is done, she puts your equipment on the counter, and wipes her head with a towel.

"Thanks… for your business…" she says between gulps of water, finally talking at a normal volume, probably from being worn out.

"You're the one we should be thanking," Sugar says.

>>731084
>>731082
"A purpose like this is truly what the relic is best for," Mirror Image says. "We sought it as our salvation on the night of the Rapture, but in most recent times, it has served to free those infected by Metatron's disease, creating their bodies anew. What would this be, if not the culmination of that?"
"It is hardly my place to say, considering this is an artifact of your nation's faith," Chorazin says. "But, I must concur. Freeing those who have had this dreadful supernatural mantle thrust upon them… it's a great mercy."
Gadriel is silent, pondering the question.

>>731081
"I'll play along with a walk," Regina says. "It would be most unseemly to let the lesser Witches see me running about like a young girl."
"Yeah but they saw you crying like one yesterday," Box says. "Running's not a step down from that."
Regina turns to him with narrowed eyes and a murderous grin. "Would you like to die?"
"I'd like to race!" Box says.
"So be it," Regina says. "A Dark Corridor. Now."

 No.731090

>>731088

Amy looks up in thought. "I think that's what I'm supposed to do as a demon queen…" she contemplates out loud.

>>731089

"Cool," Amy says with a satisfied nod. "So, we have a plan for what to do after we finish with what we're doing."

"Huh…" Amy thinks out loud with a little snicker. "I kind of feel like I'm being a good leader all of a sudden."

 No.731091

>>731089
Flaming gives a smug look up towards Regina, "What, you don't think you're still young?"

She turns towards Box next, laughing out loud at his proclamation. "That's how you do it, Box. Show no fear!" She smirks up at Regina, nodding. "Alright, a run it is! One sec, I'll get a Dark Corridor open up to the airship, then we can move in a circle from there."

[1d10] Opening up a dark corridor

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.731092

>>731089
Shei-Sher looks to Gadriele, he seems undecided. Gadds' thoughts pending, Shei turns back to The Bodhidharma. "So?.. Would you? I can fabricate a seat for your core to interact with the features of a witching lantern. This way you could substantiate Y'dryth's power inside a given subject to reverse that subject's maligned reincarnation. "

 No.731093

>>731090
"I cannot stress enough, just how numerous your advisors will be, when and if we ever do get to that point!"

 No.731094

>>731089
Cloak remains optimistic as he takes numerous blows, grinning to himself at one point as he thinks about how much Rooster would enjoy having a peer his size, and makes mention of bringing them some time.

After all is said and done, Leather stretches with a slight groan, though his positive demeanor doesn't change, "As I promised, I excel at bruising." He takes back his rifle and gingerly takes the shield back, inspecting it over cautiously.

 No.731095

File: 1579586548976.jpg (1.08 MB, 1024x768, Threecoins Map.jpg)


 No.731096

>>731093

"Well duh! That's why it feels that way now! Like I got all these people helping me and together we can accomplish anything! And, we're looking ahead, not just planning the next step."

 No.731097

>>731096
Shei-Sher simply smiles and nods. Still a bit crazed at the suggestion of state sanctioned sacrifice.

 No.731098

>>731089
"You're pretty good at that Spitshine."
Pryce praises after their spar, impressed at the strikes he was able to get in. He looks over at Leather and Meister's outcome, glad he chose to pay properly for his wares.
>"Have you ever boxed before Spits?"

After winding down and gather their newly forged equipment, Pryce nods.
"Thank you for your service."
He lifts the Memory-Pluck, giving it a look over before sheathing it. Then picks the staff up in his magic, then floats it down to KP.
>"Whoa, you're giving it to me?"
"It'll be good for you to hold onto, and it might fit well with your magic with Hopper."
>"Yea, we could mix in all kinds of spell types!"

 No.731099

>>731094
River inspects your injuries, then raises her staff and chants a brief healing spell over them. "Give it a little time, and your body will regenerate," she assures you.

As for Meister's work, it is impeccable. She has undone the dents and nicks that your shield and gun have accumulated over many battles, cleaning and polishing both down to the barest details. The gun now sports certain subtle engravings, lined with aether crystals in the shape of charms and leylines, as well as magical symbols that you have a feeling represent ice.

"HOW'D I DO?" she asks, pouring you a glass of water.

>>731098
"Yeah, boxing was a pretty popular sport during downtime at my dad's ship. You couldn't really be part of his crew and not get any experience – whether as a boxer or the bag."

Lockjaw sniffs at the new staff curiously, interested in whatever effects it could produce.

"You gonna name it?" Zjetya asks. "It is a new thing after all, plus you didn't get its name from the Chieftan."

>>731092
>>731090
"So long as you do nothing to kindle my ire, I would serve this purpose," the Bodhidharma says. "Though, I should warn you, I'm told I'm difficult to work with, heheheh."

"How does this fit in with your other plan, Amy?" Gadriel asks. It seems like he wants to talk about what you proposed about mass demon fusions, without mentioning it specifically in front of the Bodhidharma.

>>731091
Regina shrinks herself down with a spell, becoming more akin to Box's size, which actually nearly puts her at eye level with you. You proceed through the Dark Corridor, ending up near Fairy Castle's house down southwest of the Library of the Sacrosanct – to the east lies the northern shipyard, where your ship resides, though you haven't been there yourself so you can't directly go there. Upon exiting the Corridor, Regina goes back to her original size. "Come, the Public Gardens will give us the most room for our run," she says. She initially tries to lead the way, but Box clicks his tongue, taking her by the arm to lead the way as the stallion.

LJ sees this and gulps, but steels himself, offering his own arm for you to take.

 No.731100

>>731099

Amy shrugs in response to Gadriel. "I don't really see a way it's possible without forcing people. Everybody so far has been SUPER against it. I'm sure there will be some people who would like it. It's a beautiful experience. Maybe if that's what some want to do, we can do that. But, this seems like a better plan to solve the actual problem across the world."

 No.731101

>>731099
As Regina shrinks down to allow herself through the Dark Corridor, Flaming smiles. "I didn't know you could do that. But you better return to your full size for the race, I don't want you taking it easy on the rest of us. ESPECIALLY Box."

As they exit through the Corridor and Regina returns to her natural size, she nods, "I didn't get to see them up close, but I did get a nice view of them earlier from the Clock Tower. They looked pretty, I'd love to run there."

She looks towards Box, noting his taking Regina by the arm and, realizing this MUST be custom, eagerly looks to Journey to do the same. As he offers his, she smiles, shakily but readily taking his arm in tow as she gets close to him, leaning into his fur as she smiles. "L-Lead the way."

 No.731102

>>731099
"You did excellent," Cloak says, chuckling and taking the water before adding, "And the work on the gun and shield is top notch too."

Cloak stops to down the glass of water, nodding to River. "Thank you River."

 No.731103

>>731100
"If I may add," Mirror Image says. "As repulsed by your other idea as I am, Amy, I cannot deny that it may be necessary in certain cases – but that is beside the point. You will need to have the power to do both: To make and to unmake demons and angels. It serves both grimly practical and symbolic purposes."

 No.731104

>>731103

"I think we talked about before saving it for special people as a sort of honorable privilege," Amy nods. "I still like that idea if there's mortals who want to do it."

 No.731105

>>731099
>"Though, I should warn you, I'm told I'm difficult to work with, heheheh."
Shei-Sher grumble "uuugh, I could not properly convey how tired I am with fighting angels. So if you need the holiday you only need let someone know. Well we will be leaving then, thank you." Shei gets up and is about to leave but then stops himself

"Oh! Right, you are likely be have many offerings at your plate. Do you have any favorite treats? Incense? So I can let everyone know?"

[After The Bodhidharma's reply I'll be ready to leave.]

>>731100
"Thank you." Shei beams with pride. "And yes, I think everyone was against it. And after your crestening as future queen, you absolutely turned everyone in Regina's garden pale."

 No.731106

>>731099
>"Whoa, cool. I bet you could be a professional at it!"

KP waves the staff around to show it off to Lockjaw, trying to make use of the ice magic inside.
>Make it snow [1d10]

"I think I'll leave that to KP, since it's his now."
>"Hmm…."
KP hums in thought.
>"Ooo! Ooo ooo! How about Hearth's Chilling? Since it's like you'll always have a nice winter feeling everywhere you go!"

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.731107

>>731099
>>731106
>[1d10]

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.731108

>>731105
"Just because I used to be able to survive for a week eating nothing but a single dewdrop doesn't mean I particularly enjoyed it," the Bodhidharma says. "Make sure you surprise me. No half-measures. The finest of exotic spiced vegetables from the ports, hearty broths from the steppes, greasy and tooth-rotting frybread from the city ghettos, I want a cross-sampling of this world's incredible things."

>>731104
Gadriel nods after hearing all the explanations. "I guess that makes sense. Alright, I'll leave it up to you."

>>731101
LJ's fur is warm, and smells like home.

Like proper couples, you walk together down to the Public Gardens, a sprawling region of the city which has largely been reclaimed by the plants that were once tamed, domesticated and cultivated here. Sprawling roots have upended flagstones, vines cling to old, abandoned towers, flowers and fungi bloom over stone statues and shrines, and many grasses and bushes bury the old walkways, leaving the area a kind of small, natural labyrinth within the city proper. Comparatively few Witches are here unlike in the busier market and guild districts, and those who are here mostly keep to themselves, gathering supplies for chemical and biological projects.

Box and LJ heartily breathe in the fresh air here, and stop about level with the tallest of the towers in the Garden, a tall minaret about half a mile or so off. "Why don't we use this as our finish line?" Box asks. "Loop around the tower along the outer perimeter, and come back to this point without cutting directly across the grass. Sound good?"
Regina smiles. "You sure you even stand a chance?"

>>731107
"You think boxing could mix with your show or should I stay solo?" Spitshine asks.

You produce a small shower of snowflakes and drops, which Lockjaw eagerly eats as they fall. He shivers after each bite, but keeps on eating, until he's positively shaking. Sugar draws near and puts a shawl over him, but he's still cold.

>>731106
>>731102
Before you go, Zjetya and River speak with Meister, apparently putting in a special order.

"HMM… THAT'S GOING TO TAKE SIGNIFICANTLY LONGER. WHY DON'T YOU GIVE ME YOUR CONCH CODES AND I'LL CALL YOU WHEN I'M DONE? SHOULDN'T BE ANY LATER THAN SUNDOWN," Meister says, and the mares comply, leaving their contact info.

"Alright, with that taken care of, where to next?" Zjetya asks.

 No.731109

>>731108

"Okay, then I guess we're going now. We have a lot more work to do," Amy says, standing back up.

"Thanks for all the help Bodi-guy," Amy says happy. She walks up to him to give him a hug.

[1d10] for hug!

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.731110

>>731109
The Bodhidharma makes a quick gesture with his hoof – a mudra – and he vanishes from your grip just as your arms try to close around him. You see him sitting again at the top of his staff, perched on one of his forehooves. He smirks, gesturing for you to try again.

 No.731111

>>731108
"Oh Lord I've opened a block box haven't I." Shei jokes "Then all will know you are a gourmand to be respected."

And with that Shei-Sher begins leaving the projection.
[ending astral projection]

 No.731112

>>731110

Amy makes an expression that is between a pout and a determined glare.

She lunges forward for another hug. This time, she adds a little bit of a love bite with it. So, when he tries to teleport again, she eats the magic and prevents the teleportation.

>Hungry Like the Wolf: Recharge 1; Instant; Spell: Bite into a magical effect, such as an enemy's oncoming spell, or a natural magical effect in the surrounding area, and devour it. This both neutralizes the effect, and allows you to roll that spell once for your own purposes, using whatever bonuses and modifiers that the original caster would have used, PLUS any of yours that are applicable. Using this skill is an Instant action, but the captured spell is whatever kind of action the original spell was (standard / automatic / instant / etc)

>[1d10]

Also, just another roll for hugging good. [1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5 / Roll #2 1 = 1

 No.731113

>>731112
>Hungy like the Wolf should have a +1

 No.731114

>>731108
Flaming sniffs a whiff of the familiar scent of Journey's fur, her ears flopping down as she leans more into the soft embrace, all but nuzzling it like a pillow as they walk along hoof-in-hoof through the garden. She tears herself away briefly to look over the beautiful expanse of wild brush taking over the stone statues and shrines, noting how it looks like nature has re-taken the area. "It's even prettier up close, huh?"

As they reach the tallest towers, she looks up at Regina as she asks if they stand a chance. She smirks. "You've got legs on me, sure, but nothing on this Earth is more unstoppable than a buffalo running wild. You have to step around obstacles, WE go through them."
She looks at her and Journey's hoof, snickering, "Sorry, I'm confused on the rules: are we supposed to be holding hooves the entire time while we're racing?" She says with a blush, not making it clear if she is opposed to the notion.

 No.731115

>>731112
>>731111
The Bodhidharma prepares to flourish his hoof once more, but Amy's quick bite catches him off-guard, and he loses his balance trying to execute a last-minute evade, falling off his staff. He ends up landing on Amy's back and bouncing off of Shei in his attempts to recover his balance. When he hits the ground, Gadriel pins him. "Now's your chance!" he shouts to Amy.

The Bodhidharma, mildly amused, allows whatever happens to happen.

 No.731116

>>731115

Amy grins with excitement and victory. She quickly dives into the Bodhidharma for a hug.

As she achieves said hug, a small, content smile rests on her face.

 No.731117

>>731112
>Depart From Me: Automatic; Recharge 5; Dodge flawlessly any one target's actions for the turn.

 No.731118

>>731116
"Alright, you got what you came for. Go in peace, and beat it."

 No.731119

>>731108
>>731107

>was checking for a Pryce responce but want to fit in before 20min


Leather looks to Pryce, "Been out here for a while, one or two more to go?"

 No.731120

>>731108
>"Totally! You can fit anything to a show with the right setup>"
KP says enthusiastically.

KP chuckles as Lockjaw starts to snap up the snowflakes he conjures, but stops when he sees the little deviljho shivering from all the frost.
>"Guess I went a little overboard there. Don't worry Lockjaw, I got the perfect cure for brain freeze."
He says, horn glowing as he uses his fire magic to warm up the lizard.
>Warmth [1d10]

>>731108
"What did you order?"
Pryce asks River and Zjetya out of curiosity, wondering what it could be to take so long.

"The only place we haven't been to is Arthuria's Antiques, so I suppose there."

>>731119
"We have, haven't we. Wasn't expecting these stores to take so long. There is one left, if you want to take a look."

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.731121

>>731118
>>731111

Amy nods happily in response and does a quick dramatic twirl to leave. "Bye! It was nice meeting you!"

As they leave together, Amy looks to Shei and says, "I hugged the Buddydarma."

 No.731122

>>731121
Shei-Sher shakes his head slowly as his girlfriend has once again seduced another exotic male into embracing her while his friends and younger brother were present.

 No.731123

>>731114
"That'd be more of a seven legged race, which is possible for you and me, but not them," LJ says. "She'd be swinging Box around like a bracelet at his size."
"I could shrink myself again," Regina offers.
"Where's the fun in that?" Box asks. "Surely you or another witch can make me huge, right?"
"That is not outside the question, but it is more than likely to leave a trail of destruction in our wake."

>>731120
Lockjaw leans against you, nearly knocking you over as he comes in to get all warm.

>>731120
>>731119
"The details are a surprise, but River and I were talkin' yesterday about us not exactly being the toughest of customers," Zjetya says. "We're looking to get some stronger armor, plus a couple of custom weapons good for keeping foes away from us. That Vector Peculiarity she talked about looked like the perfect linchpin."
"I bet we'll be her employees for a week to pay off the costs for this…" River complains.

>>731121
>>731122
With that, the vision fades, and your group awakes in the ship once more, a bit stiff from having laid there, inert, for a while.

>Paused

 No.731124

>>731122
>>731123

"What!?" Amy challenges Shei's head shaking as they both return to their bodies. "What's wrong!?"

 No.731125

>>731124
"I didn't say anything." He shrugs wildly, as if he were trying to shrug off the heavy feeling of disgust

 No.731126

>>731125

"You're just jealous," Amy says playfully with a conclusive nod. "You wish you could have hugged the Buddydarma."

 No.731127

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>>731126
"That's sick!" Shei spits as he finishes the sentence "That is a distance that should not be crossed with more than a couple of very close ponies. Maximum! And I do not appreciate you involving my little brother in your -your.. fffflings."


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