The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Everfree Forest, Grassy Plain: Bright Amber >Cloven hooves stomping sharply into the thicket of grass and dirt that comprised of the Grass Stalks thick flesh, Bright hoped out of the way when he heard the same clicks of the humans weapons being readied to fire.(993/1000HP) >Panting, he lowers his antlers and begins to gather energy, grunting as the feeding giant was making it difficult for him. [1d6+3] >Attune
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>>20707539 >Your silenced rifles loud hiss fills your ears as you fire off a couple of rounds into the now revealed nap of the Grass Stalk, patches of dirt and grass giving way to spouts of an awful smelling ichor. (984/1000HP) >>20707618 >Your TT-33's rounds penetrate the bleeding skin of Grass Stalk, however no damage is done since the calibre is stopped by the combination of roots, muscle and compact dirt. >>20707621 >The cylindrical lance head whacks into the foul sensation filled gore hole that was created through a combined effort of gun and hoof, deepening the wound to the point a knot of muscle was damaged. (942/1000HP) CRITICAL HIT! (900/1000HP) STUNNED FOR 1 TURN! >The ground underneath everyone's feet and hooves shook, the sounds of innumerable grass roots being torn apart happening all around them. The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20709149 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >sneaking in, you get a good pouncing position for the hand. >When suddenly the trap door gets banged on by something from under, once realizing it couldn't be opened you heard a muffled Keythong voice disappear. >The hand still didn't notice you. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20708347 >Razorback Fortress Pagoda: Steel Blitz "Hmm... wellll, there's that gun range or the Arena. Or you can stop by the library..."
>One of the corners of his mouth peeling back, Blitz shrugs. "There's really not that whole lot to do here. Most humans, I see travelling to other places through here. Some, I've seen, take up a skill. Kraut helps cook and build a lot of items other humans and ponies use, and I think one of you may have been taking up alchemy."
>>20710850 >Everfree Forest, Grassy Plain: Aster >Satisfied the lance had done its work, for now, the Nightfang mare looks back to the operators. "Aim at its neck! We can't let it get free!"
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>>20710869 >Eyeing up the hand, I draw my other Fang and prepare to attack. >But as the hatch bangs, I realise it might be linking the cabin and one of the lower decks. >Taking care to avoid the unconscious captain and the door, I bring my sai down into the hand, pinning it to the wheel.[1d6+7]<Melee [1d6+7]
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Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20710850 >Grunts in irritation before putfing my TT-33 back in its holster and aiming my mosin. "Die you Fascist pig!"
>While I'm certain that this thing wasn't a Nazi, it still felt good to yell that. [1d6+4] E. BR + PB
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Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20710850 >Once my rifle clicks to tell me it is out ofammo, I draw my G36 and expell the entire mag in it as well. [1d6+4] E. BR + PB
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Sgt. Nashorn !geaV0WiEa.
>>20711485 "Alright."
>Looks down at him. "What do YOU do for fun around here?"
Ivan the Stalker !wpiWZwcY4I
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>>20712175 Just noticed trip error.
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
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>>20712275 >Razorback Fortress Pagoda: Steel Blitz "Hmm... wellll, there's that gun range or the Arena. Or you can stop by the library..."
>One of the corners of his mouth peeling back, Blitz shrugs. "There's really not that whole lot to do here. Most humans, I see, travel to other places through here, a lot of the time. Some, I've seen, take up a skill. Kraut helps cook and build a lot of items other humans and ponies use, and I think one of you may have been learning about alchemy. I could be wrong, though.."
Vick !!o6/TUxnhUv2
>>20710845 >Having joyously received the plate of warm food from the innkeeper, Vick had thanked him and set off for a quiet corner of the bar with his exploits >Preferring not to become a center of attention for giant, possibly murderous cats, he entered stealth [1d6+1]
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>Picking away contentedly at his meal, it wasn’t long before he began to enjoy some of his funk >It was around this time that Vick noticed his Russian friend enter the bar portion of the inn >Luckily, the man’s clothes appeared to be dry >It was good to see a good deed come through every now and then >Maybe the man wouldn’t of appreciated it if he had known, but that was just the way it is, isn’t it? >Some people can handle certain things and others’ can’t >Kind of like how the gryphons and the ponies were capable of doing different things >Flying, magic, being suck at both of those things, arguing... Kind of like humans, he supposed >And just like that. Sergei was out the door >Blinking one eye and then the other, Vick swayed slightly as he looked down to his gently used mug of mead >”Well at least I still have you” Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20712275 >Razorback Fortress Pagoda: Steel Blitz >Tilting his head to the side, Blitz blinks before shifting his eyes. "What do I do, for fun? Well, when I'm not on guard shift, I usually like to practice flying or throwing my wing darts. Or I'll get a few more made, if I lost any. Sometimes, I hang out with Vanil; he's Kraut's friend."
>He taps a hoof, to his chin, before smiling widely. "We have a few makeshift ponyshoe courts, set up over at the guard tents! Wanna play a few?"
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Everfree Forest, Grassy Plain: Bright Amber http://youtu.be/xNgJIY9RFgM >+1 TO RANGED! >Gulping, Bright creaks an eye open to stare at the wound as his antlers began to gather more electricity, the constant attack at the wound making it easier for him to store energy. [1d6+3] >Attune
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>>20711485 >Heavy set of hooves stomping into the repulsive wound which emitted a nasty squelch, all followed by more earth being disrupted.(852/1000HP) >>20712147 >Snorting, Bright opened his eyes to see Comrade shouting strange words as her mosin blasted deeper punctures into the overflowing wound. (819/1000HP) "What is a 'face-ish-et', Comrade?"
>As she continued to fire his line of sight naturally traveled down to her chest, intrigue covering his muzzle as to what those things on her chest were and why they...moved so appealingly. >>20712175 >A few stray bullets from your burst embed into the destroyed rim of the crater made from the barrage of attacks, but most entered the hole and blew now exposed muscle apart. (806/1000HP) >To the south west of where everyone was about 20metres away a part of the earth in the vague shape of a wing broke off, its tip free from the rest of the grass plain. >>20711956 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir http://youtu.be/xKZuhGbbKDM >With it going hungry for so long seeing such a vulnerable target made the sai chime in happiness as it sunk into the centre of the hand, the puncture hole growing with the void turning the dead flesh into dust while the purple mist from the shard creaked the skin as if it was glass. (-9/20HP) >now motionless, the hand let go of the wheel, which in turn span out of control, making the entire landboat swerve left and right with the sails shaking the mast along with the boats hull. Anonymous
>>20710845 >An ugly as fuck, vectored bat OC poorly pasted into a picture >"kek kek kek kek kek kek kek" all over OP's autism makes this general look bad.
Sgt. Jeff !geaV0WiEa.
>>20713514 "Sure, lemme put my backpack up first."
>After going into the Barracks and picking out a room, I take off most of my equipment, leaving myself in ACUs and my M9 strapped to my thigh. "Let's play a few games, but you'll have to explain the rules."
Simon Riley !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20713557 >As the hand knocks the wheel into a spin, I pull myself up via a quick emergency stab-the-floor-and-use-the-grip-as-a-way-to-get-back-up routine. >Re-orientating myself, I pull the wheel back to about where it was, stabilising the ship, before sheathing the Fangs and seeing to the Captain. >As best I can, I work my arms under him and slowly pull him off of the trap door to let Orres up. >From there, I don't have much idea how to wake him up, save for the gentle shaking and sensory stimulation. >Checking for vitals, I hold a hand close to one of his nares and feel around for a pulse. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20713557 >Everfree Forest, Grassy Plain: Aster >The blows were certainly doing their damage, much to Aster's relief. >Doesn't mean she was going to let up on beating on the burrowed grass stalk. "How much time do we have, before it rises?!"
>The armored mare, keeps on her attack to the creature's injury, further sullying her boots with gore. [1d6+8] <M. Melee
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>>20713596 >Razorback Fortress Pagoda: Steel Blitz >After leaving your picked-out room, Blitz waits for you outside. "Follooooow me!"
>He leads you to the tented camp. >There, you spot a small city of tents in rows along the wall. >One, in particular, was a black tent and raised above all else's, flying a flag: a three-fanged silver embossed shield with a flaring green eye in the center. >Must've been the pony in charge of the guards. >You see ponies conversing in groups, obviously ones that are off-shift. >Some of their armor was similar to Blitz's, others weren't. >The pegasus leads you to a few courts, with metal stakes spread apart around forty feet apart. >Blitz drags over a nearby wooden box, and opens it, revealing metal black and white horseshoes far too big for any of the small ponies here to use. "So, the game is pretty simple: you get three tosses a turn, closest ponyshoe to the stake is one point, and a ringer is two! First to seven wins!"
>He grabs three white shoes, with a wing, and readies the first one. "I'll go first, to show you how it works. Just give 'em your best toss."
>Blitz balances on in his hoof and gives it a good hurl at the stake, repeating the process two more times. [1d6] <Shoe 1
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"Now it's your turn."
Sgt. Nashorn !geaV0WiEa.
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>>20713596 Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20713557 "Was enemy before I came here."
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Ivan the Stalker !wpiWZwcY4I
>>20713557 >Reloads as quickly as possible so I can just kill this damn thing. >[1d6+4] E. BR +PB >[1d6+4] >[1d6+4] Sgt. Nashorn !geaV0WiEa.
>>20713730 >"So, it's just like horse shoes. Fair enough." [1d6] <shoe 1
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"We have a similar game to this where I came from."
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20713703 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >He was passed out, every 30 seconds air expelled out of his nares. >The hand must of caught him off guard as he simultaneously watched between where the ship went and the fight going on at the open deck. >With a grunt the trap door opened up, slamming against the floor to reveal an annoyed looking Orres as he surveyed the Cabin. >Once seeing you and the Captain he leaped up into the room, and catching his eye from the corner of his vision he saw the hand flopped down lifeless at the foot of the wheel. "[Keythong]"
>Saying that, he rushed over to the wheel to return to where your original course was. >After a moment and a few bumps against the rune slabs on the underside of the landboat, Orres sighs in relief, pointing out to the open deck. >Out there, Cu'Nir had clung to the mast as the world around her had thrown itself around, her inability to use her wings cutting at her confidence at survival. "V-vhat happened just there?"
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>>20713561 I wish we had actual drawfags and not lont's shittery. The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Everfree Forest, Grassy Plain: Bright Amber >>20713730 "Its left wing has just risen, it won't be long until we either end it or be taken for a ride on its back."
>The Lunar hoofboots stank from the oozing blood of the Grass Stalk, the grassy hide pulverized by the heavy mare. (754/1000HP) >>20713807 "I see."
>"Must ask her what are the purposes of those things." >Closing his eyes he gets back to strengthening his electrical tolerance. >Rounds impact into knots of muscle in the nap, the hits making sickly explosions of ichor in the flooded wound. (754/1000HP) >>20713822 >Along with Comrade you shred apart the nap with relentless gunfire, the splashes from the pool held in the wound covering all your legs and flooding down the surrounding grass. (709/1000HP) >The ground under everyone began to disrupt, moving as the large creature desperately severed its ties to the land to escape. >Another earthen wing breaks free from terra, growing in time with the other until both wings were standing erect in the air. >Standing in the air at 11 metres each, the wings underside were made from snapped roots, dirt, rock, and barely visible muscle with the upside was a blanket of green grass. "Everyelk step back for a moment, please."
>Feeling the prickling sensation rising, Bright rears up and releases a concentrated burst of lightning into the wound. [1d6+9] B.Lightning Strike (Discharge)
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Ivan the Stalker !wpiWZwcY4I
>>20715017 >If this doesn't work, we may have to get the hell off. >Steps back and begins to prime a going away present, just incase we have to bail. Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20715017 "Better severe wound this thing."
>Steps back and braces a bit. >>20715068 "We may have to be of running quick, comrades!"
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20713482 >Vale, Corvrens Inn >You disappear, the other patrons not noticing your figure vanishing as you find a little nook for you to slump in. >Although you had your bottle with you, seeing how you were the only human surrounded in a see of catbirds, in an alien world, made the taste a bit bitter. >Sure, you weren't isolated, but it hit home that you along with the 40-50 something other humans scattered across Tallus was that you were not home anymore. Anonymous
PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>KHAHLANI ISLAND BRAWL! > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=of7Bk0y2s-E >Leadership: +2 to all Iron Will, Melee, & Ranged rolls! >>20670744 >Two near precise bursts and one exceptionally tight group lance into the remaining wraith-drake, unable to maintain it's form in this reality and vaporized. >Recloaking yourself perfectly, you begin to notice the forest seemed to be, for lack of a better explanation, dissolving from sight, though it was becoming difficult to focus on that fact. >Focusing on where the minotaur's target was, based on the direction of his previous blows, it was readily apparent that it would take a thermal or other electronic system to find it, since it neither breached reality nor made sound you could pick up. >On to the minotaur, you note the armor was covered in far too much of it's own blood, that and the white powder being knocked out from each blow made the situation unmistakeable: the minotaur inside was no longer alive, it's movements appearing to slowing down. >Interestingly, the reformed pinksteel blade gives off a very low level hum, warming in your grasp and seeming to pull in the direction of the brawl. >>20671808 >From your vantage point above, the space below was an inexplicably flat, darkened expanse, yourself hovering below a wide, shadowed canopy hanging over the Operators and minotaur, spreading out just far enough to reach the translocation stone 100M away. >Intertwining with the strange view, a number of scents strike your nostrils, that of somewhat familiar burning herbs, and while you were unable to spot the minotaur's attackers, you notice several hundred, or perhaps thousand, pegasi creating ring at the far edges of your vision. >Unmoving and silently watching the spectacle before them, each was covered in what your military history courses had shown you to be nearly all forms of pegasi tribal warpaint and camouflage, from archaic to ancient, and even several that were in recent use. PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #2/2: KHAHLANI ISLAND BRAWL! > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9Y1sEmyymw >>20672913 >A howling mass of double-slitted eyes and fangs tear free from the Spellslinger's barrel, lashing around in shrieks of gruesome laughter, diving into it as reality is breached, tearing the wraith apart with abandon. Wraith: status unknown. >With the Void creature(s) returning to their spectrums and the wraith nowhere to be seen, the minotaur hefts the massive sword above it's head, taking a half-step forwards, then halts with an aery grunt of surprise, the glowing ring circling it's head emitting a piercing crack. >With the blade frozen above it's head, twelve fluorescent purple claws latch around it's wrists, holding the minotaur firmly in place as a dissonant melody resonates outwards. >>20673243 >Spotting only the hands and claws of the remaining incorporeal, you.. somehow fail to notice Pareidolia's tight grouping having already destroyed the other wraith-drake, sending three bronze slugs crashing into the minotaur's left leg, puncturing through the now-aged and oxidized armor. Minotaur: 605/800HP. >Two wide, lengthened solid purple eyes open, the siren pausing from it's melody to stare down at the undead minotaur, slowly rising to land on you, giving off an utterly dumbfounded sensation. >The brute, utterly motionless for several moments, slowly begins to shake, the armor's scales clacking against each other, rising to a fever pitch while the siren releases it's grasp. [1d6] <Reality Shift
>A taunting bellow rises from within the armor as it spins around, the undead minotaur screaming a furious taunt at you and the other two Operators. "GULSHAVAAAAL!"
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>Swinging the blade down in a blindingly fast overhead slam, the brute looses an angered shout, at the same time, sending a rippling wave of jagged stone blades at you, the earth itself bending to the command. "KOFORGATH!"
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>>20714926 >This thread will never have dedicated drawfags Mothra Moffing Moths !vzAXo4UGp6
>>20716594 "That's not good..."
>Swoops down and halts in mid-air next to Kraut. "There's... Somet-"
>>20716612 "What the heck?!"
>Starts slowly backing towards the translocation stone, but will not leave my friends behind. Anonymous
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20713882 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Watching his first and third show ring around the stake, ans the second just inches from it, Blitz pumps a hoof. "Nice! Two ringers! Beat that!"
>The dark red pegasus shuts his mouth as you match him, for every shoe. >First: a ringer. >Second: falling next to Blitz's. >Third: ringer number two. >The Nightclaw stares at the four ringers around the metal stake, before jumping up in the air. "What in they hay? Wow, nice throws, Rick! Have you played this game before?"
>Blitz bounds over to the shoe-covered stake, examining the two ponyshoes on the ground. "Hmm... well, these two seems the same distance. Let's not count them. But you can't argue with FOUR RINGERS! Four points, for both of us."
>He removes the shoes and sets your's to the side, taking his own. "Okay. Now we come over here, and we'll throw back to the other stake."
>Blitz picks up his shoes, and hurls them back to the targeted stake. >Blitz balances on in his hoof and gives it a good hurl at the stake, repeating the process two more times. [1d6] <Shoe 1
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>>20715017 >>20715068 >>20715098 >Everfree Forest, Grassy Plain: Aster >Listening to Bright Amber, as well as having been charging for some type of lightning attack, Aster raises her lance and backs up to allow the pred-elk to do his work. >She become a little uneasy, now that the stalk appears to be attempting to emerge. Sgt. Jeff !geaV0WiEa.
>>20718436 "A few times. Can't remember where, though."
>This amesia was getting annoying as hell. >Waits until he finishes, before throwing my own. [1d6] <Shoe 1
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Sgt. Nashorn !geaV0WiEa.
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>>20718509 I need sleep, apparently.
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>>20710845 Is that a FAMAS?
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Simon Riley !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20714606 >I breathe a sigh of relief to find he's still alive as Orres jumps back into action. >I take a look down the hatch, still assuming it leads to a lower deck. >Looking back out, I suppress a laugh as I see Cu'Nir not looking unlike a cat climbing up a tree. "The other hand was in here, trying to take us somewhere. Sorry about that."
>With some struggling, I pull the Captain up off the floor, ever grateful for the added strength my metal forearms have given me. "Thanks, Orres. This hatch leads to the lower decks, right? I ought to put him in a bed until he wakes up, sitting in the cabin's no place for him right now."
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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20718509 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Smiling at another ringer for himself, his enthusiasm is quickly deflated as you make two more ringers on the metal stake. >His jaw drops at the lucky throws, or you're just better than you thought. "Whaaaaaat! Two ringers, in a row?!"
>Blitz leaps over to the stake eyeing your winning throws. "How'd you do that?! Welp, you certainly won. Nice game!"
Sgt. Nashorn !geaV0WiEa.
>>20722094 >Chuckles a bit "Lucky throws, I guess. And it was a nice game."
>Looks around, lightly rolling my shoulders. "Hey Steel, what could you tell me about the others that're here? Like some of the important figures."
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20716612 >Either it was clairvoyance or his senses adapted, but when he saw his slugs hit the Minotaurs leg, the look that Siren-esque being gave and the said Minotaur turning its gaze onto him solely accompanied with a bellowing roar. He knew last night was about to repeat itself. "Fuuuu..."
>With a sigh he activates his shield for the first time as he grabbed his swords handle. >"I thought it was a bad string of luck last night, but looks like it ain't the case now." >Eyes widening at seeing jagged stakes of earth sprouting at the Minotaurs voice, he sprung to the side, blocking and dodging the murderous rocks. [1d6+1] E.Movement (Evade)
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>"This is ridiculous, but might as well change history if it is indeed going to repeat itself." >Staring at the Minotaur through thermal vision, he bellowed back at it. "Cease and desist your attacks RIGHT NOW!"
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>Everfree Forest, Grassy Plain: Bright Amber >>20715068 >>20715098 >>20718436 >With the sound of a thunderclap and whipping of lightning, the smell of ionized air permeates the area, covering the ichors stench along with burning grass and meat. (634/1000HP) STUNNED FOR 2 TURNS! "I you have something that can blow its neck in half, now is the time."
>The 11metre wings buckle and wave in place as they stood rigid before falling back to the ground, the impact sending debris sailing through the long grass in a wave of wind. >"Come on, hurry up and Attune already!" (87/100) [1d6+3] >Attune
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>>20720353 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir "Yoso o'doso."
>He grunted, the hand made it difficult to steer back into the air currents that was propelling the ship to their destination. >Feeling the ship stabilizing, Cu'Nir slinked off the mast with a thud, entire body puffed up in embarrassment she quickly made her way downstairs, not wanting to stay up in the open deck any longer. Simon Riley !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20722546 "Alright, thanks. I think we can finally start to relax now."
>Carefully making my way through the trap door to the deck below, I do less of a good job at keeping my laughter subtle as I see Cu'Nir enter from above, looking inflated. Again. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20722111 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz "Others? Well, let's see. You have Spiral: he basically runs day-to-day stuff in the Fortress. Helps make and enchant items for everyone, as well has set up all of the Fortress's wards and defenses. There's General Twisted Wing: she's a big blue pegasus that is general to the Night and Lunar guard, including the Starborn; that means I'm under her orders, but ultimately Luna's as well. There's Captain Belltower, who's a Nightblade batpony. There's a fuchsia crystal pony, named Nalyina. Roust, who's a changeling; you'll see her, she's a big sleek black pony with a jagged horn and a-she kinda looks like a giant bug. She usually hangs out in the Library. There's Bren, a dark brown unicorn that head the Fortress's construction crew. If you need anything made, just ask here!"
>He scratches his chin, thinking over anyone else. "Already covered Tipper.. Krinza and Lann... there's that tall green human in the Armory... OH! Celestia! She WAS the co-ruler, next to Luna, who's also her sister, but she... had a kinda falling out. Now she.. lives here. I think that's mostly everypony..."
>>20722546 >Everfree Forest, Grassy Plain: Aster >Watching as Bright Amber continues to recharge, Aster notices the stalks wings rise, then fall in a stupor. "We haven't much time! Shoot it, again, humans!"
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Ivan the Stalker !wpiWZwcY4I
>>20722717 >Comrade's not going to do much with that bolt-action. >After a moment, I sigh and hold out my sniper rifle. "Викориcтовуйте цей. Боєприпаcи в моєму рюкзаку."
>After she takes it, I continue firing into the neck. [1d6+4] E. BR + PB
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Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20722546 "Nyet! Not even grenade can do that!"
>>20723419 >Before I can resume firing, Ivan's voice makes me look up. "I... Thanks."
>I carefully take the rifle from him and give it a quick look over, before nodding. >Just like the semi-auto rifles starting to be distributed. [1d6+4] E. BR + PB
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>>20716594 >Right leg freed >Left leg taking fire from other operators >Primary target...unidentifiable >Other spectrums of existence will need to be accounted for >The white powder, oxidized salts? Would imply the minotaur should not be alive >The pinksteel dagger pulls slightly towards the fight >Otherworldly presence confirmed >Target unclear >>20716612 >Collateral damage from Lont >Inefficient >Stops mid-step as space seems to distort around the minotaur >Armor distorting, clearly undead >Battlefield priority update >Something broke away from the minotaur, energy based being? >Condition assessment, highly aggressive >Possible instigation due to collateral damage >Undead status reducing cognitive capabilities >Begins moving to position himself behind the angered minotaur >Has earth manipulation abilities, proceed with caution >>20722344 >New hostile target confir- >Lont is attempting to communicate with it >Ordering cessation of action >Too similar to law enforcement giving orders that will not be heeded >Foolish, minotaur is clearly a liable threat >Prepare to engage upon negotiation failure and secure the combat area [1d6] <Basic Ambush
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>Tactical inconsistency >Turns to the east and west, attempting to view the area around the battlefield >Orders involved a wounded pegasi, land rights, and hunting Etam/Itam >No mention of minotaurs present or otherworldly beings >Difficulty focusing on surrounding area >...Combat area must be defined for effective engagement [1d6] < Basic Perception
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20722613 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >Coming face to beak with Cu'Nir as you dragged the Captain through the door that led to the ladder up to the Cabin as she stepped down under the deck, her growled quietly at your snickering. "Q-quite Simon! I'm serious!"
>Even though flustered, her tail and ears moved independently, betraying her real mood. >"I am going to grind his face to dust with my ass for that!" >Helping the Captain into one of the nest beds, the Huntsmaster looked him over before turning to you with questioning look. "So vhat happened to him, vas it due to the hand?"
>>20722546 >Everfree Forest, Grassy Plain: Bright Amber +1 TO RANGED!
>With the amberine armour shining brighter and brighter throughout this whole ordeal its glow shuts off just before the light blinded everyone else, leaving a faint smile at the edge of Brights muzzle. >ATTUNED: GRASS STALKS "At last."
>>20723419 >The high calibre round blows deeper into the wound, fracturing hidden vertebrae under the inchor. (619/1000HP) >>20722717 >Hooves sinking into the crater, the sound of metal impacting on bone through scrapping through smoldering flesh fill Asters flattened ears, her forelegs drenched in the life blood of the Grass Stalk. (520/1000HP) >>20723491 >Taking aim, he fire directly into the gaping steaming burnt crater wound of the Stalks nap, chips of bone flying past you as bullets sink into it. (460/1000HP) >The ground shakes as the Grass Stalk spasms, its long neck partially uprooting the surrounding grass before falling still, one final burst of ichor from the wound to signify its body has given up on life. GRASS STALK DEAD! Simon Riley !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20724761 >Not helping Cu'Nir's situation in the slightest, I put on my best fake serious face, a facade that doesn't last long at all. "See, this is one reason I'm glad I don't have feathers - I just blush, you turn into a pillow!"
>With the weight out of my hands, I can straighten my legs again and stand back up to full height, still with a grin on my face. "Yeah, the other one must have got into the cabin and knocked him out. It was gripping the wheel, trying to take us somewhere."
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
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>>20724899 get into the IRC Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20724761 "Thank Stalin."
>Sighs, nefore handing Ivan his rifle back. >Turns to Bright Amber. "Please say that was only one."
>I did NOT want to deal with another. Ivan the Stalker !wpiWZwcY4I
>>20724761 "В одиночки додому ніколи не вірю в це!"
>Starts laughing. >>20725025 >Accepts my rifle back from her. >Most S.T.A.L.K.E.R.s would have had a shit-fit once noticing that Comrade had a pair of fun-bags, but at this point I didn't care. >I wasn't in the Zone anymore. Anonymous
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Kraut Space Wizard !Krautc0lNU
>>20716612 >Man, either my gun is stronger than I thought or these are some pathetic wraiths. >I lower the spellslinger once the void creatures are gone and begin stepping back before Lont SHOOTS THE MINOTAUR IN ITS LEG! "Wudindaworl!?"
>Nope, I am not a fan of how our buddy reacted to some friendly fire, we may need to show him why hummuns aren't worth attacking. >I raise my spellslinger again but hold off on firing until I see whether the minotaur responds to LONT. >In the meantime, I rack Spiral's memories for anything on the language that the minotaur spoke, or something on possible effects that may have resulted from him being undead. [1d6+7]E. Research
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>>20716815 >Looks like Mothra isn't too keen on staying. Oh well. "Don't leave yet, we don't know how things will turn out with our undead buddy over here. So did you see anything useful while flying around?"
>I must get ALL the info! Anonymous
Ivan the Stalker !wpiWZwcY4I
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Kraut Space Wizard !Krautc0lNU
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Is bandwagon time.
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Bubba the Second !vz4wmlERis
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>>20726649 Puns affect sanity how?
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Sgt. Nashorn !geaV0WiEa.
>>20722717 >So, more than what species I first thought. "What about you? Surely there's something interesting about you."
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20724761 >Everfree Forest, Grassy Plain: Aster >Watching Comrade fire another... whatever guns shoot, into the grass stalk, the large grassy bird spasm into death. >Aster was far too relieved to see it dead, not wanting her hooves to leaves the solid earth. >She liked the ground... >And for the second time, that night, she was covered in some nasty core. >All it took, was one look at the gunk on her hoofboots to make her stick her tongue out in disgust. "Yeugh... I would like to know, as well, if this is the only one."
>>20726866 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Steel Blitz looks up at you, with odd interest, as he puts the ponyshoes away. "Me?"
>Sitting down, he hums a bit, before responding. "Well, I was born in Las Pegasus, a city entirely made out of clouds. Both of my parents are Starborn; they're the best of the guard, that Luna can offer. There have been Starborn in my family for generations, going alllll the way back to the Lunar Guardians. Naturally, I want to be one, as well."
>The pegasus stands up, flashing his wingblades. "It's been really exciting, lately, ever since I decided to help guard Razorback! Just today, I helped fend off a giant forest cat, and a whole mess of effirates!"
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Everfree Forest, Grassy Plain: Bright Amber +1 TO RANGED!
>>20725025 >>20725065 >>20727288 >Swiveling his head between the three of them, Bright turned on the spot to look off into the distant grassy field, where the sounds of earth breaking apart echoed all the way back to their position. >There, like beckons, two pairs of giant wings could seen flapping ponderously, their careful flaps accompanied by large bulges rising between the individual pairs, the Grass Stalks bodies and necks uprooting from the plain. >Looking over his shoulder, Bright felt a sense...guilt(?) for everyelk. "I am. Sorry to say, but no."
>Spinning around again he looked to Ivan, Comrade and Aster each, his brow with a slight worried frown. >Worried? "The other two are about to leave. I cannot allow them to do so, for this I will have to put them down while they are in the air...Which means I will have to climb onto one of their backs. You all helped me greatly tonight, but you all seem 'tired' -correct? You need not accompany any longer."
Sgt. Nashorn !geaV0WiEa.
>>20727288 "What's Las Pegasus like? I think I've heard of a city like that in the Untied States. Las Vegas, if I'm right."
>The hard parts right now are figuring out where I was born and why I wanted to become a medic. Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20727649 >Looks to the others, before sighing and wiping sweat off of my face. "I go if they go."
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Ivan the Stalker !wpiWZwcY4I
>>20727649 >I check my ammunition quickly, before sighing. "Я не можу піти. Низький на боєприпаcи. Візьми мої гранати, я буду бачити ваc в фортеці."
>Tosses both of them to Comrade before walking back the way we came with a heavy heart. >I felt like I was abandoning them to death. [1d6] B. Stealth
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>>20727649 >Everfree Forest, Grassy Plain: Aster >Shifting her hooves, aimlessly atop the grass stalks corpse, she looks at the pred-elk oddly. >Aster looks on as the other two birds begin emerging from the ground. >Then again... that would mean her flying-NOPE! "If you feel you can handle them, we will not stop you. Good luck on your quest, Bright Amber."
>Walking off of the stalk's corpse, she looks over to Ivan and Comrade. "Come, you two. I will lead you both back to the Fortress. We have a walk, ahead of us."
>>20727661 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz "Las... Vegas? Really?! That's so strange! I wonder how many other cities sound familiar. What about Stalliongrad, or Manehattan? Detrot... Eyeraq? What about Germaneigh?"
>After assaulting you with so many eerily similar names, he shifts to talk about the cloud city. "So, Las Pegasus was made by, like I said, pegasi. Not only can we fly, but we can also walk on and manipulate clouds, even control the weather! Most of it is comprised of pegasi, but there are unicorns and earth ponies that live there, too. There's s hugs casino, in the undercity, and it's home to Lucky and the Rogue's Circle."
Sgt. Nashorn !geaV0WiEa.
>>20727908 "Stalingrad, Manhattan, Detroit, Iraq, and Germany. Last two are countries."
>Something clicked in my mind after saying Stalingrad. "We were going to fight the Russians! They invaded New York, and I was deployed to help drive them back! Our helicopter was probably shot down by a SAM turret."
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20728009 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Blitz's eyes widen, snorting at the uncanniness of each matching name. "That... is soooo weird!
>He stops for a moment, as you seem to have some sort of flashback. "Are you play? What are the... Rush-shins?"
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Everfree Forest, Grassy Plain: Bright Amber >ALL RECEIVE 1XP! >>20727763 >Without trouble your body vanishes from sight as you left the long grass, your scent could be easily picked by Aster. http://youtu.be/KQ0_0bBARq8 >>20727705 >>20727908 "I will meet with you all again in the future."
>Stepping off the neck of the Grass Stalk, he cut down a path towards the nearest Stalk, its neck and head already free from the ground and slowly turning to look over to its completely uprooted kin. "Hopefully."
>Successfully climbing onto the back of the Stalk as its legs sprouted from the ground, elevating the Pred-Elk 15metres into the air on its broad sloped back, Brights amberine armour began to shine bright as the small plane sized Grass Stalk took off into the air with massive beating wings. Sending gushing winds flattening the destroyed grassy fields and knocking over Ivan, Aster and Comrade. >Before the two giant birds disappeared beyond the canopy a flare of golden light burst from one of the birds back, lighting up like a bright star against the night sky before vanishing all together. [1d6+3] >Golden Break
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Sgt. Nashorn !geaV0WiEa.
>>20728196 "The Russians were from the Soviet Union, and for some reason attacked the United States. I can't remember the why right now, so that's all I can give you."
>Shrugs a bit helplessly. Jewa !o3JXQG3xB6
>Approaching the forge with his droid beside him >Ion blaster slung over his shoulder and lightsaber clipped and hanging off his belt >Is workshop, must have would have tools for making and upgrading! >Entering the building with the gryphons, the midget raises a hand and waves >Needlessly using his macobinoculars to glance around the building
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20728335 >Everfree Forest, Grassy Plain: Aster >Aster yelped, as she flipped over, from the grass stalk's wing gusts. >Rolling around for a few moments, she manages to right herself with her lance and dusts her armor off. >'Great... covered in guts and grass, a second time, tonite.' >It doess't matter. Most of it will fall off, during the walk back. "Ugh! Come on! Ivan. You may be out of sight, but I cans till smell your vod-ka. You should get some enchantments, for that."
>After the walk back, for forty minutes, Aster leads you two back to the Fortress and opens the main West gate. "Good job, you too. I must go and clean up. Once again..."
>Growling out the last sentence, aster heads toward the Guard encampment, leaving you two to your own devices. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
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>>20728814 >Vodka is not that smelly. Right? >Anyway, I shrug and walk off to the barracks that were shown to me earlier, intent on sleeping. Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
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>>20728814 "Be see you later, Aster."
>Waves goodbye, before walking around. >Despite having run around a lot since I've come here, I wasn't that tired yet. >Let's see if Steel is awake. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20728551 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Wording out the first word, Blitz's wings flare out in realization. "So-vee-etHEY, I've heard that word! There's another human here! His name's Com-rad; he said he's from there."
>His wings quickly snap back in, ears flattening. "I hope you two don't fight. Spiral said it's useless to hold onto old feuds, not of this world."
>Frowning a bit, Blitz looks past you, raising an eyebrow as he waves at someone behind your back. "Hi, Aster! You look like you had some fun! Is that-OH SWEET LUNA!"
>Turning your head around, you spot a large pony, head to... hoof in heavy black and purple armor, along with a long lance attached to its side. >Her... bloody boots thump into the grass as she approaches, rather blankly in expression. "Ew! Is that-"
"Yes. Yes it is."
>Blitz leans down to examine one of Aster's hoof boots, before reeling back with a gag. "Yugh? What did you kill?!"
"Something called a grass stalk."
"Never heard of it."
"Me, neither..."
>The steel blue earth mare look up at you, judging as she stood there covered in blood. "Hello, human. Are you knew?"
"Yeah he is! His name's Rick Nashorn!
>Aster gives you another look over, before nodding in contempt. "Well met, Rick. Blitz I... really need to wash off. I will return in a bit."
>She walks off into the ocean of tents, Steel Blitz waving to her with a wing until she disappears. "Bye, Aster! That was Aster. She's a Nighfang, and my wall partner. I've been with her, for a few years, now. Helping mentor me, and all."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20729164 >After a bit of wandering around, I found him. He was talking to another human and Aster, who was behind the human. >He didn't see me, so a grin grew on my face. >As Aster walked off into the tents, I walked up behind Steel and held a finger to my lips. >Quietly clearing my throat, I begin speaking in my male voice. "Hello Steel. Who this?"
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >>20724825 >Hrmph'ing in playful annoyance, Cu'Nir tried to brush her feathered face to be less puffy. "Vell I vould not vant to be vithout feathers, that vay I von't look like a plucked chicken like you!"
>She said with a shit eating grin, the tip of her warm metallic wing poking your face. "Vhy vould a hand from those things try to guide a avay from this Keythong village? From vhat I could tell they vere hungry bastards."
Sgt. Nashorn !geaV0WiEa.
>>20729164 "If we're from the same places, I won't shoot first."
>Looks like she kicked the crap out of something. >Won't even let me speak for myself? >Waves to Aster as she walks off, grumbling to herself. "You two work on the wall?"
>>20729373 >A woman carrying a rifle enters my bision, and something else clicks in my mind. >"Rifle is a Mosin-Nagant, carried by WWII Russian infantry. Scope on it suggests that this woman is Soviet marksman." >Where the hell did that cone from? >Seeing her make a 'shush' motion, I bite back a greeting and watch. >So, she sounds like a man? Odd. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20729475 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz "You might not, which I hope. No one's really squabbled over things such as that yet. Thank Luna."
>Blitz nods at you. "Yepp! Aster and I have been partners for a few years, now. She feels she... 'owes' me, kinda saved her life a few years back. She won't let it go, and she's good company."
>>20729373 >Watching you approach, Blitz panics internally, before watching you make a shush sound. >Which settles him down... a bit. "Hiya, Com-rad! This is Rick! I told him about you, a bit. Please don't hit eachother!"
PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #1/4: The Citadel, Lunar Council >>20602793 >Squeezing you as tightly as possible with her wings, Belltower lets go a bit after you do, standing up and brushing herself off with a quiet chortle, keeping an eye on the Council. "Ohhh this is gonna be so gooood~! I've got so much great stuff to show you!"
>Nodding in your direction, the Nightmare gazes behind her at the hulking figure and harpy, then swings back to you, luminous eyes narrowing with a devious grin. "Your talents and history are both noteworthy and commendable, especially towards Belltower, thus it is Our honor to consider you part of Our family, and yours, should you see them as such. The Council was.. 'allowed' to facilitate this transition. They have their good moments, yet their thoughts are often on droll matters and boring details better."
>Raising an eyebrow after several moments, Luna sighs in mock incredulity, then fans out her left wing, studying her feathers over while she speaks. "You have experienced much with groups and organizations that seem to think they ought not exist in public knowledge. Those that think their activities should demand such secrecy that they cannot be viewed nor held accountable for their actions are little more than overreactive and insecure cowards to Our eyes. The one that held a grudge against you appeared to be a 'radical idealist', in your terms, yet it seemed as if he had a point to prove that would have gained him nothing. The comrade you saved however, risked much to grant you valuable information."
>Taking hold of two secondary covert feathers side by side, the Lunar Princess pulls them out, floating one to you with a proud smile. "We hold vastly different ideas of secrecy and action, yet the Starborn understand and recognize these concepts logically, regardless of ideological difference. Beyond that however, there are five rules to maintain, ones quite similar to those you already hold yourself to."
PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #2/4: The Citadel >>20602793 >Folding her wings on her sides, Luna tips her head back, eyes roving across the hall in contemplation for a minute before she speaks. "Our General requested this to be as informal as possible, thus any oath you speak is your own. As for rules and laws, they are most simple:"
"Firstly, all Starborn are required to carry their orb and one of Our feathers, for contact and direct aid if all else should fail. If you require a replacement should one be lost or stolen, simply return to Us. Secondly, if you encounter a situation that you cannot deal with, hold no shame in requesting aid from the Starborn, Us, or others as you see fit. Mercenaries such as Shanis are often able to provide options that may be unavailable to yourself. Thirdly, do not endanger yourself or others, except those whom are willing. Fourthly, if you obtain information that is too volatile to share, you are not required to report it to Belltower, Hodch, Twisted, or Us. Instead, find one that would be able to make proper, honorable, or legal use of it. Lastly.."
>Luminous eyes squinting, the midnight alicorn inhales slowly, her gaze roving across the ceiling, then the banners around the Council room, dropping down to you, ears flattening in disgruntlement. "We must be honest, despite the possible protests. We cannot, in good faith, require you to carry a manabomb upon your person. Though all Starborn, including Our General and the vaunted Captain do so, such a decision is extremely personal and volatile in nature, and it would be unwise to force you to accept such. Even one loss is-"
>Gesturing at Twisted Wing, then Belltower with a quiet sigh, dropping her voice low. "Itself keenly felt by all. Only if, and We do mean only if, you request one, it must be from a clear and conscious mind, but We shall speak no more of this, now is not the time."
PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #3/4: The Citadel >>20603096 >Returning her attention to you, Luna offers a merry, acknowledging smile, motioning at Twisted Wing striding back to you, a satisfied grin plastered across her face. "You bear it well, please, remember that. As for here, do not worry over cost, all services offered are for everypony, and everyone, to take advantage of."
>Eyes shut and ears perked up, the General halts with a bemused snort, tossing her mane back and putting on a semi-serious expression. "Ain't like they could bankrupt the Citadel any time soon, Moonflanks, the Baron told me what's up with finances after securing the Enclaves, and something about 'rebuilding the Memorial Village' irked me, was planning on visiting there before going to the Moors Arena."
"That is a matter for the Baron, yet if you do wish to go the shaman will be there."
"Good, good.. wasn't happy 'bout hearing that."
>Opening the eye not facing Luna, the Burning Pegasus snerks, pointing at Jeff with one wingblade, extending and retracting it several times deviously. "Yeah, he deserves it much as anypony here does, but I think we both got an idea of what's about to happen to him. Heh, and you're gonna get it too!"
>>20654319 >Pausing to glance at other for a minute at the outburst, the Nightmare and Belltower face each other, then you with stolid looks, both clearly in no hurry to speak.. and in fact looking as if they were stalling for time. "Hmm.. initial training at this stage would satisfy most precautions that We would normally require, yes.."
"A patch? I know just the pony I could get to make one, so maybe moon and stars with your Ranger's insignia on it.."
>Choosing to dissent by shaking her head, Twisted snorts distrustfully, turning around and giving you a rather pleased expression, bright blue eyes glinting. "I don't trust you two when you talk like that, ain't no sense in stalling for time. Tell you what, I'll do you a favor and make the pain go away real quick, but you owe me one."
PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #4/4: The Citadel >>20729723 >Turning her head, Twisted eyes the minotaur, gryphon, harpy, unicorn, and the bulky, cloaked Council members, then takes a deep breath, unleashing her most prized weapon: harassment. 'EY RIDGEBACK! STRIPES! ORANTI! CRACKERS! CHUZ`AIN! GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE YOU LAZY SHITS! IT'S TIME TO TEACH THESE COLTS ALL YOU KNOW! IF YA DON'T THEN I AIN'T GONNA TELL ANY OF YOU FUCK ALL ABOUT RIFT CONSTRUCTS AND ETHEREALS ON TALLUS~!"
>The five turn around at the mention of the planar realms, most notably the minotaur with a scowl as they remove themselves from the others, storming down to meet her. >Matching their hidden expressions, the harpy merely giving her a blank stare, with her own peevish smile, the Enchained General saunters towards the Council room's doors. "Bells, Hodch, come on you two!"
>Giving each other shrug, the batpony Nightblade and Nightmare slide around the five after Twisted, Hodch sighing, then following reluctantly. >Exiting, Twisted breaks into a trot towards the Barracks, waving at a relaxing minotaur to push the massive stone doors open. >A near exact copy of the ancient Moors Arena greets Jeff and Clemency, well lit from thousands of dimmed lantern gems embedded across the entirety of it, from floor to ceiling. >Bidding everyone to enter, the Burning Pegasus slips in, the doors shutting behind her, then strolls into arena's center, gazing around with a rueful chuckle. "Well, never thought I'd be here again.. well, welcome to the Hall of Tartarus, Jeff, Clem. This is the Starborn's primary arena. We can replicate most everything: shit weather conditions, water, sand, dirt, anything except plant life."
>Lifting her chin with a sniff, Twisted's eyes shift around, turning back to survey the two humans with a calculated grin. "You better be ready to get schooled by the worst of the best 'cause it ain't ending 'til everypony drops."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20729687 >Rick? Not common Russian name, and he doesn't carry himself like a Russian. >Possibly British? The clothing seems to be closer to theirs. >Though that rifle is very odd, like the fully automatic one that Ivan has. "Why uld I hit?"
>Drops male voice and slings rifle over my shoulder. Sgt. Nashorn !geaV0WiEa.
>>20729687 "I see."
>Lets out a yawn, before popping my back. >>20729808 "I can tell you two know each other. And don't worry Steel, I won't cause a fight."
>Chuckles a little. "I'm going to get some sleep. See ya around, Steel."
>Walks back to the barracks, leaving them alone. PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #1/2: KHAHLANI ISLAND BRAWL! > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTQbQqOosTg >Leadership: +2 to all Iron Will, Melee, & Ranged rolls! >>20722344 >Unable to move yourself any distance from the jagged earthen blades, the crystalline shield withstands a fraction of the first one's tip, instantly shattering from the immense force behind it. >Sword ringing in your now miserable and battered hands, you barely manage to smash through the onslaught of stoneworks, the effort leaving a dust-filled haze surrounding you. >Pausing to stare at you, the minotaur cocks it's head, one armored scale above it's left eye raising in contemplation. >Scale dropping, the undead brute lets go of it's blade with both hands, the left idly brushing powdered bone and gone off it's chest, the right raising upwards slowly with an unnaturally irritating chuckle. >... >You suddenly realize that minotaurs probably SHOULDN'T know how to flip anything off, let alone do so in such an infuriating manner. [1d6+2] <Taunt
>Taking grasp of his sword with the right hand, the minotaur heaves the sword backwards over it's head in a brutally quick motion, leaping forwards to smash at the stone covered ground with the oversized blade, following up with a lightning fast armored punch at your chest. [1d6+9] <Shadow-Step
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>>20723854 >Noticing the rising danger quotient, you immediately realize that it wasn't possible to ambush this opponent considering it's already engaged stance, unless you could find cover to break free from it's knowledge of you. >Tapping into your early scans of the area, the forest was entirely 'missing', the previous trees now little more than a host of unmoving blackened pillars. >At the farthest edges of your sight, you were able to make out what appeared to be a host of ponies, shrouded from a descending pall of fog, and it appeared to you that the area was.. shrinking? PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #2/2: KHAHLANI ISLAND BRAWL! >>20726155 >Searching through the entirety of the Marquis' knowledge, you come across little in the way of a direct translation, managing to cobble together enough information on the minotaur's warcry. >The word related to 'battle-glory', a minotaur concept of honor to never retreat from an enemy that an individual challenges, forcing that minotaur to disregard all personal costs, injuries, and time in order to gain great respect with their peers and elders. >The second word was much easier to decipher through it's dual meaning of granting an honorable challenge, and further designating the area the challenge was issued in as the issuer's permanent battle ground until either the challenged one or minotaur were killed in combat. >Shifting from the difficult language, the purple eyes and claws belonged to a creature called a siren, one that Spiral had a moderate amount of knowledge on, though you hear the voice of an aged unicorn stallion speaking from the same lecture hall. >"Sirens are incorporeal beings from the Vortex Plane, and much like their fellows, don't concern themselves with anything other than pleasing their own whims. While they're capable of draining both the life and ka from an enemy, using it to satiate their energy requirements for breaching the physical spectrum. I've heard that wounds caused by a siren are, and this is just hearsay mind you, very difficult to heal, and cause some very unusual effects. Other than that, they can take on a semi-bipedal form, allowing them to shape their bodies, gaining claws to rend flesh, turning their forelegs into spikes to pierce armor.. whatever they feel like doing most, I suppose. Since the Vortex plane and Void spectrums are closely linked, Void elementals do little harm, and as for defeating one in combat, I suspect you'd need to be an exceptional caster as they're fairly resistant to most elements, but I think your best bet would be to simply ignore them." Mothra Moffing Moths !vzAXo4UGp6
>>20726155 "When I was up in the air, I saw possibly thousands of pegasi."
>Frowns a bit. "They were warriors, ranging from ancient times to very recent. We probably went straight into a trap, Kraut."
>Sighs and rubs a foreleg. "I'm not any good against ghosts, or whatever they are."
Kraut Space Wizard !Krautc0lNU
>>20730572 >>20730631 >Huh, well that's something quite different. >I shrug when Mothra finishes speaking. "It may not be a trap, but I don't think we can back out too easily right now, so hold tight and continue providing information and healing when needed."
>Well crap, doesn't look like we're getting out of this one without killing our little mino-buddy. 'Hey uh, Mino-man over there kinda thinks he's in a duel to the death right now, and I don't think there's much we can do to convince him otherwise, so it's time for us to break face.'
>I take aim and blast the zombie-cow with a lightning bolt in the hopes of pulling off a stun while slowly walking toward it again. "Here's what we think our your "honorable" death duel!"
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Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9
>>20730311 >>20730572 >This location is inconsistent with provided mission information >Presence of...observers? >Combat area is distorting once more >Is this a reflection of Organization training methods? >The implications are... >>20730572 >>20730847 >More immediate threats to contend with >Minotaur a major liability >Terminate it >Tactical alterations require independent action >Extraction is earned >Raises his FN2000 and aims for the minotaur's head and neck >Bipedal, mammalian in nature >Presumably has a hindbrain [1d6+4] < Expert Combat Rifles
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20730311 >Shaking his hands one at a time from the vibrations made by the harsh contact between metal and stone, Lont's breathing quickened as adrenaline rushed through his veins. >"Thank fuck the shields work, not like I doubted it." >Chuckling within his stuffy Salade, he watched the Minotaur give off an annoying gesture. "Smartass."
>Wishing he could spit, he gulped down some hot air instead as he broke into counter-action against the Taur. >There was no hope of outpacing it, only dodging its blows again. >Hoping the shield would deal with most of the damage from the earth, he brought his sword defensively against the fist, where he deflected to the Taurs outstretched exposed left side. And as his sword arm was busy his right hand grabbed a H.E grenade, dropping it at the hooves of the armoured Taur as he kicked his legs into gear to put as much distance from himself and the explosive. [1d6+1] M.o.S
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>>20730631 >>20730847 "A duel huh!? Thanks for the info!"
>First Belregard now this Minotaur. >Can'tholdontoallthesecodesofhonour.JPG >Turning to see the Minotaur, he scanned it for any weaknesses from his thermal while he contemplated on their 'honourable duel'. [1d6] E.Perception (Scouting)
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Rolling to see if this can apply to anything Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20729694 >>20729708 >>20729723 >>20729796 1/2
>Jeff gives the Nightmare a curt nod, as she welcomes into the big family. "That you, Luna, and I will. I will treat everyone here as I would those I've been with for years. Which may, or may not, include shooting rubber bands at your heads, or the occasional prank."
>Taking the feather, Jeff examines it as she talks about one of his last memories. "You can call the Colonel whatever kind of idealist, you'd like. I know, for a fact, he was jealous he couldn't have-"
>He tucks the moon princess's feather into a seem on the left side of his armor. "-what he wanted. And it was men, like the Master Sergeant, that showed me not to follow blindly."
>Mulling over her suggestion, Jeff shakes his head politely. "I can easily recite two different creeds for everyone, but I think I'll look like a massive dork, if I do. Just know that I will defend those that require it from all threats; both foreign and domestic. No one is above scrutiny. yadayada."
>He listens over the five rules, silently, easily being able to follow them. >Keep the good shit on you, ask for support, don't get yourself killed, keep your mouth shut on juicy intel, and... >Eyes widening, Jeff raises his hands up shoulder-height, shaking his head in refusal. "Oh... nono. No. Thank you. Trust me, don't need it. If it ever did came down to it, I have... one... two.."
>Jeff starts tapping various lethal equipment on his person, including the claws built into his gauntlets. "Ten ways."
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20731784 2/2
>Arms still raised out, they slowly fall as Belltower and Luna look over him blankly. >'They're conspiring, silently, I know it!' "What? Don't look at me, like that! I'm onto your schemes!"
>Oh, the terrible plans they are probably coming up with! >He looks back at Twisted, raising an eyebrow before nodding in agreement. "A favor? Deal. Let's do this."
>The Ranger watches, in confused amazement, as Twisted beckons the five members down and to the barracks. >'Crackers? The poor bastard's name is.. Crackers?' "Hey, if you all don't wear us down to a pulp, I have video of me fighting two constructs! And Twisted chasing Valden around!"
>Never a bad time, for home movies! >Following the General through the Barracks and into the arena, he looks around at its entirety, whistling. "Wooo, nice. Welp, I asked. Let's get it done!"
>After what felt like hours on end, Jeff slumps to the ground in an exhausted heap, face-first. >Back pack, and weapons had been discarded, ages ago, bullet casings loosely strewn about. >Was was not going to move. "Mfff. I haven't been worked, like that, in forever."
>His muffling is lost in the floor. >Before he passes out for some time, he recalls being dragged off to a.... hot tub? >Yeah... it was a hot tub. >Big one, too. >And then a bed. >A really. >Nice. >Dark blue bed. >And an even darker ass. "... I'm... sore, yet invigorated, at the same time..."
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20729862 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz "You won't? Oh, okay. Good!"
>Blitz watches you walk off, waving a wing in goodbye. "Night, Rick."
>>20729808 >Blitz looks back over to you, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry, Comrad. He said he used to fight Sovee-et Union. I guess being from the United States, or something..."
>He narrows his eyes at you, suspiciously, for a moment. "Why does your voice sound different? Do you have a cold?"
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20731956 >This kid's clueless and he's staring right at me when I don't have my coat on! >I should go get it back from Ivan sooner or later. "Nyet, no cold. Actually warm right now."
>Wait a moment. "US and Soviet Union ally in my time. Fought Fascists together."
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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20732007 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >The pegasus tilts his head to the side. "You're not? Oh, okay. You sound a little high pitched."
>'Kinda pretty, too. Wait is he-' >He shrugs, not really knowing how to explain. "Maybe Rick is from another time? Or another existence. I've seen the way some of you act and dress. No way you're all from the same place."
>Blitz eyes you for a few more moments after you finish, looking on awkwardly. "Wait... are you a mare?! I-I only ask because I remember seeing another human female with... uh-"
>He points to your boobs, with a wing. "-those... on her... chest."
PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #1/2: KHAHLANI ISLAND BRAWL! > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SvGCtilIApU >Leadership: +2 to all Iron Will, Melee, and Ranged rolls! >>20730847 >A crackling streak of yellow and white disappears as it reaches the end of the barrel, returning to reality and hammering into undead minotaur's scale and plate armor after it slams into the ground, the lightning appearing to have no effect. Immune: Lightning! >Shaking it's head at the electrical current sparking across it's armor, then dissipating with no apparent, you get the feeling that the minotaur would be frowning at you, were it capable of doing so. >At the far reaches of the thermal's viewable distance, a hazy fog was beginning to descend on the forest, appearing temperature neutral, while in the NVG's range you pick up a solid barrier of static, with no definable features to it. >>20731321 >>20731338 >Two tight groupings and one trio of penetrators crack into the brute's protected head, jerking sideways from the impacts, a cloud of powdered and fragmented bone disgorging from the slight chinks in it's armor. 579/800HP. >Partially blending into the continually darkening landscape, which was now beginning to resemble an extremely crude and primitive arena, roughly hewn spiked logs replacing the former trees. >While the undead brute's armor was heavily oxidized, it was still holding together well, remaining relatively undamaged excepting the scales across the side of it's head and the rents in it's left leg rapidly shedding scales from it's violent leap. PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #2/2: KHAHLANI ISLAND BRAWL! >>20731776 >Reacting far faster than you were able to, the green armored minotaur's leap lets him to smash his fist into you before you could even reach for the grenade, the heavy blade slamming into the ground a second before you strike it as well. >The impact reverberates in a wide circle, causing Kraut and Pareidolia's legs to go numb from the shock, rendering them temporarily useless. >Kraut & Pareidolia: unable to move for 1 turn! >Shattering the crystalline shield with it's fist, the brute flattens you with the punch, crumpling a bowling ball sized area of scales in the center of your chest, leaving you pinned under the still excessively strong minotaur's hand. Lont: 21/22HP >With both of it's arms momentarily occupied, you're given just enough time to hammer the minotaur's left side armor before it rears it's fist back, smashing down into your chest again. 518/800HP. [1d6+7] <E.Earth Smash
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>>20730847 >Shoving it's free hand palm up, the undead minotaur lets out a ragged howl of excitement as four jagged stone blades crack upwards from the barely perceptible ground, sliding through it with oily, grating sounds as they home in on you. [1d6+15] <Earthen Command: Stone Blades
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>>20729466 "That was good, I'll give you that one, Feathers."
>"Bugger it, it's not a good nickname but I can't think of anything better." "Not sure, maybe there's a place where there's more of them. Might have been taking us there so his friends can overwhelm us. Or try, anyway."
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>>20732563 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wA5NmQESx8 >"Ow." >That comet impact of a punch left Lonts guts reeling, lungs empty as he was pinned down onto the ground. >With the sparks and double vision fading away, he saw the Minotaurs pin him to the ground, his grenade thankfully still not having its own pin removed. >On the ground he tore into tore into its left arm when the chance arisen, and when he saw it arch back for another punch, the warrior thought fast. >"Piece of shit wants to be part of the 'putting holes into Lont the Vagabonds chest' club aye?" >Instinct snapping him out of numbness he exchanged his sword from his left to his right hand and intercepted the Minotaurs next attack while his free hand yanked his shotty from his side, only to slam the end of its suppressor right under the green armoured Minotaurs chin. "Sorry, but you failed to qualify to the clubs standards."
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>>20732804 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >Now that her feathers have calmed down you could make out the raised brow from the nickname you just gave her. "Feathers? An average nickname there, 'Pinky'~"
>She punctuated with another poke to your face. "Might be the case, regardless ve vill be having more time to kill. So..."
>Checking over the Captain and making sure he was out cold, she gave no time for you to react as she pounced on you, making you fall into a nest bed. "So now is the perrrfect time for me payback everything you have done to me."
>The purring, the needy grinding, the whipping tail, the smell and those devious golden eyes locked onto you. >Yup. >You were gonna make up for -everything- you did. Simon Riley !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20733238 "Not the sort of thing I'm used to thinking up."
>Landing on my back, I realise there's no stopping her this time. >To be fair, there wasn't much last time, I just got lucky. "Alright, you've had a taste of your own medicine - I've kept you waiting long enough. Just try and keep it quiet, OK? And if I pass out with you and Erov later, don't blame me."
Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9
>>20732311 >>20732563 >Heavily armored, proficient in close quarters and ranged combat >Elemental earth proficiency extremely high >And legs are unresponsive >Collapses to his knees, barely managing to hold himself in a semi-crouch >Unacceptable performance, possibility of severe casualties >Beret operator is currently pinned >Need to pinpoint a weakness on armored target >Penetrate and exploit >The left leg piece is sustaining heavy strain, shows signs of wear >Prime target >Holds the FN2000 to his shoulder, bracing himself as best he can while aiming for the dents and fractures in the left leg [1d6+4]< Expert Combat Rifles
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Vick !!o6/TUxnhUv2
>>20715549 >>20715549 >Vick sat there, mind jumping and running through all sorts of different things >Fueled by his mental “enhancements,” a small bout of depression hit him as he thought about home >Images of his middle height, slightly weighted and brown haired dad shot to mind >They had gone to the beach for the day, his “fit”, black haired mom sat playing with him. >Working on a sandcastle on a hot beach next to a crystal blue ocean >Suddenly the image slammed into something else, forcing Vick to emit a grunt and launch a hand up to his head >A tall, thin, grey haired man in business attire was lecturing the teenage Vick? on responsibility and the importance of image >Flicking back to the other family, the man at the Gryphon inn needed a second hand for his brain massage >They were on a road trip and his big bellied, brown haired father was giving him a saying that he would remember for a lifetime >Shifting suddenly to his blond mother, they were at the store, picking out some respectable clothes for his private school >His black haired mother was forcing a youngish Vick to try out old clothes >Brain in an immense amount of strain, Vick closed down that thought process with a forceful push of willpower, it was best not to think of such things >Grabbing the mug of mead, he brought it to his lips... only to put it down again >Maybe he should sober up a bit Mothra Moffing Moths !vzAXo4UGp6
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"I'm not fighting you bloody blockhead!"
>If the thing wants me to fight I may have to. Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20732190 "Possible."
>There we go. "Term is woman, but yes. I am."
>Glances down at chest, before back to Steel. "They are called breasts."
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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20736066 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz "Wo-man... okay."
>Blitz seemed to be too fixated on your boobs to come up with anything more intelligible, eyes fixated on them. "Breasssts.. AH!"
>He catches himself, shaking out of his trance as he locks his wings to his side, ears back in embarrassment. "Sorrysorry, I was staring!"
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20737364 >Can't help but laugh a bit. "Take it breasts aren't common sight? Just don't do again."
>Finds somewhere to sit down. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20737426 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >'Comrad's laugh is kinda nice..' >Blitz looks away, regaining his composure, while you take a seat. "They're usually in... other places."
>He follows you and sits on the ground, looking at your face this time. "So, I saw Aster return. She was covered in some nasty gunk. You look like you have a bit on you too. What were you fighting?"
>'Must. Not. Look. At. Breasts.' Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20737609 >Huh. "We fought grass stalk. Giant flying thing burying itself in ground."
>Starts cleaning pistol. Kraut Space Wizard !Krautc0lNU
>>20732563 >Crap, I should have thought of the fact that this guy is mainly earth focused. >As the I feel the impact, I try to move my legs in vain. "Aw crap."
>Then I look up and see FOUR FREAKIN STONE BLADES COMIN RIGHT AT ME! "AW SHIT!"
>I hide behind my shield and fire one last ice bolt at the minotaur's right arm before bracing for what could be my death. [1d6+4]E. Small Arms (Ice)
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>I'm definitely going to need to rest after all of this. Anonymous
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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>The ONE, the ONLY, the AMAZING... oh, nevermind. I suppose I've done this a few too many times already. Now, don't don't look at me like that, sometimes I get bored, too. >P.S.: it's Discord, of course! But you knew that, didn't you? >>20733238 >>20733314 "WHY HELLO THERE MY DEAR MORTALS!"
>Seated on an exquisitely plush pink beanbag, Discord smiles at the confused stares from the both of you, lifting a cup of sweet mint tea for a sip. >Reclined on the ceiling, upside down of course- "That is wrong, you know. I am right side up, can't you tell?"
>That's no- "Stop it right there you! I'm perfectly fine, RIGHT. HERE. And you know it!"
>...but tha- "CEASE YOUR TWITCHING! There, better? Good, now, where was I.. "
>Lifting his shoulders in a shrug, the draconequis takes another sip, appearing to be blatantly ignoring the both of you as he speaks. "You lie. Ahhh, yes. Now, Simon, Cu'Nir, you two should just ignore that, I sometimes have 'creative differences' with those whom don't share my particular imaginative sparks. Now: what are the two of you doing, how could you be so foolish, this is not the time and place, yadda yadda yadda- LET'S GET ON WITH THE SHOW!"
>Setting the tea down on his floor and snapping his fingers, the room vanishes, replaced by a dismal wasteland of long dead, dried gray trees covered in thorns strewn across a glassy sand dunes. >Lifting his right hand in a typical villain's pose, fist clenched in triumph, Discord snaps his free fingers cackling maniacally. [1d6] <Chaos & Mischief
"There! Isn't that so much better now? Oh wait, there's a smudge, hold on."
>Reaching down and wiping away the mirrored other world, he snatches his teacup as the two of you realize you weren't in your own bodies. "Well, I'm off! As for you two: have fun! Oh, and get a scratching post soon Simon, you'll need it!"
>Disappearing in a spray of chocolate covered raspberries, Discord vacates the overly large bean bag.. only to fall atop you both. Anonymous
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>Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >>20733314 "But all your friends had nicknames 'Pinky'."
>Chortling at seeing you accepting your fate, her damaged pride and ego flared along with her crest puffing out. "Oh, I vill make that little kitty ~purr~ long before you get to rest later on."
>Her talons traced your facial features before gliding down to your Brigandine suit, slowly taking her time to savor her victory. >>20739033 >Head snapping to the new voice, Cu'Nirs beaked face took on murderous rage, then confusion and now dumbfounded. "Vhat vait vhy vhen vhere VHAT!?"
>"Is that, Discord?" >Finding herself straddling a male Gryphon and her claws now slim metallic human hands with familiar contain runes etched into them, the Huntsmasters new body was mushed against your feathered and furry body underneath the beanbag. "...Vhat.."
>Was all she said as her mind was still stunned while her, for lack of a better term, inferior senses tried to paint the current situation. Simon Riley !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20739989 "Yeah, well, we had something in common, then, as I've explained before. As for you, finding the right words isn't as simple."
>As her claws move away from keeping me pinned down, I start unbuckling my brigandine, as an unfamiliar voice falls on my ears. "Oh, I'm sure you will...hmm?"
>>20739033 >Spotting the...the...thing defying gravity and sitting on the ceiling, I'm quickly stunned to silence and can do little but observe what's going on. >What's going on still escapes me. >But apparently this thing had some of the same thoughts I did, so there's that. >As he disappears and the beanbag falls on us both, I take a pause. "That...definitely looks and sounds like the "Discord" you mentioned."
>My eyes widen as I finish my sentence. >I definitely heard a little clacking there. >And I didn't feel my lips. Or my teeth. >And I feel warm. Warmer than before. >Reaching up to push the beanbag off, I only extend my hand just in front of my face before I start to realise what just happened. >Then, I take a look at what was the Gryphoness sitting atop me. >Looking almost exactly like I did mere seconds ago. >WHAT. >I've done weird things here, teleportation, losing my forearms, proposing to a mythological creature... >But none of that comes close. >"We just fucking swapped bodies." >Looking down confirms what I think is going on. Instead of my red brigandine, the white feathers I'm usually on the other end of. >Experimenting with the foreign muscles that seem to control my tail yields strange results as it lazily flops about. >As for the wings I assume I have, the fact I'm still pressed against the bed puts that out of the question for now. "What."
Mothra Moffing Moths !vzAXo4UGp6
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"I'm not fighting you bloody blockhead!"
>If the thing wants me to fight I may have to. Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20673849 >"It can't be..." >"I'm defeated by a pair of pants." >"If the others could see me now..." >I start to clumsily make my way to the exit, picking up the plate mail on the way. >Standing in the door frame, I yell. "This isn't over yet, pantaloon!"
>Head lowered in shame, I make my way outside. >It takes a few seconds for me to remember that I have a ghost in my head. >"Then what are you doing in there? And what kind of infant do I have to sacrifice to get you out?" Anonymous
Pike's habbening is about to start.
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>>20741270 Sitting in the front seat, kicking in the bat seat, which one do I taaaake?
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>>20741554 It's Baturday, Baturday
Gonna get down on Baturday
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>>20741756 That's all there is of that gif
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>>20741270 Not. Gonna. Happen.
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20728610 >Vale Forge >Entering the nearest of the satellite huts circling the Blast Furnace and startling the couple of heavy leather clad catbirds at your sudden presence, you see the interior of the hut was cramped and stocked with neat piles of many raw materials surrounding a large anvil which the two occupants where currently using. >The Droid showed that the Gryphon Forgers had at their disposal a large array of tools meant for molding, crafting, mending, repairing, scribing, etching melding and destroying metals and other materials that they had stocked. >>20735354 >You sat there, in your state. Yourself frozen while the world around you moved on. >An Underling approached your table, not expecting for the table to be preoccupied by an invisible human, they came for the seemingly abandoned tankard in front of you. >>20740856 >???, Open Grassland Structure: Possessed Plate Mail Panaloons >Before entering the safety of the 'X'-junction, you could swear you heard a faint echo of laughter escaping the armoured pants. >Your neck was numb and swollen, head dizzy forcing you to lean against the hard smooth plain stone walls. >"...What am I doing here? You were jussst ssstanding there in a ssstupor...What are you doing in thisss obvioussssly dangerousss plasse? And if would like that if I could ssstill consssume flesssh. Alasss jusst leave thisss plasse to rid of me..." Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20737715 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz "Hmm... grass talk? Never heard of it. I've never really been in the Everfree, this long; still trying to figure out all the creatures, out here."
>Blitz watches, interested, and you clean your Tokarev. >He's not even glancing at your boobs, anymore, far more fixated on your firearm. "What's that? It's a lot smaller than that wood gun you have."
>He points a wing to your Mosin, only taking his eyes off the pistol for a split second. Anonymous
>Doctor Schumacher >>20652615 >Running a hand across the table, Schumacher's face hardens at the accusation, pointing around the room without turning. "I accept your hatred, but did I cause this? I built this, yes, and I also merged it your soul. Did I tell or force you to run amok and destroy everything inside your own being? No, I did not."
>Crouching down to eye the space under the table, the doctor pauses, one hand rapping a small toolbox thoughtfully. "Lucky.. a more interesting being than any human I can think of. To imagine an entire world where equines are not only intelligent, but cultured and intellectual would be more than enough for most to imagine, but to meet one? Every scientist dreams of new discoveries, and yet.."
>Tossing the first box and several others onto the tabletop, he stands up, cracking them open to peer inside. "I only met her for a few minutes, Herr Pikeman, and I know exactly what is the problem. It is, to put simply, you. I have heard much of the vaunted Airborne, and you do not strike me as one now. Are you a soldier no more without someone to lead you, or do you simply pretend?"
>Reaching into his jacket, Doctor Schumacher pulls a sheaf of paper and a pen free, frowning as he writes his notes down. "Only a petty thug would run about destroying property in anger from a lover's quarrel. Your lack of self-control is what has caused this. If you continue, you will be nothing more than a thug like the Nazis were, or are. Until then, leave me to my work, perhaps I can still salvage this."
>Doing nothing more than waving his hand dismissively, the room of Orders shatters, the pieces falling upwards. >Waking to the sound of large leaves swinging in a slight breeze, you find yourself lying atop a thickly cushioned blank in a large blackened tent, in nothing but your fatigues, armor and equipment missing. >The sound of voices outside draw your attention, too low to hear, though a rustling several feet in front of you catches your ears. Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20743690 "Is TT-33. Peestol, not like rifle."
>Takes the magazine out and starts disassembling it. Anonymous
Jewa !o3JXQG3xB6
>>20743403 >Treading around into the forge, his tiny hands grabbing any tools he could find >He cringed, waving one of the gryphon tools around "Oota sata! Your materials are stupid and old! Get better equipment Baka!"
>Finding his way over to a workbench, Jewa throws his own hardware onto the bench to use >Slinging his ion blaster from his body and putting it down >He begins to get to work with taking the old weapon apart for the change, taking great care to remove and leave the power pack inside intact >Seeing no use for the restraining bolt anymore, he removes it and places it into his satchel, doing the same with the accu-accelerator >Planet lacks many tools to make proper blaster, stuck with scrap parts from ion blaster! >When will get back home? Why did they bring me here onto young planet >Using the metal material he had gained from the trade with the catbirds >He began making the proper frame for a blaster, following a similar design of the E-11, but forming it for the crystals to be used as the gain medium "Catbird people and horse people need to get with the times! Get better technology!"
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>>20746048 [1d6+2]<Tools of the Trade
PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #1/2: KHAHLANI ISLAND BRAWL! > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWnDCYDlBYw >Leadership: +2 to all Iron Will, Melee, & Ranged rolls! >>20733139 >With the burning mural blade meeting armored fist, the minotaur's arm seems to hesitate, though still forces the blade backwards through the semi-transparent shield from the raging strike, cracking the protective barrier and leaving your hand ringing with pain, though causing no damage to you. Minotaur: 459/800HP. >Pulling the trigger once, you immediately come to realize that one-handing a shotgun was a terrible idea, slamming your shoulder into the ground, dislocating it and losing hold of the shotgun from numbness and shock. Lont: 20/22HP, Dislocated: Left Shoulder, unable to move for 1 turn! >The heavy bronze projectile smashes into the undead brute's plating, denting and throwing it's head back, seeming to stun or at least halt it's motions for a bit. 447/800HP. >>20733359 >A series of metallic pings ring out from the rents in the minotaur's armor after the taps against your shoulder, followed by a number of hollow crunches and cracks, the brute tilting to the right from it's kneeling position. 421/800HP. >Landing the grenade several meters further than where you would have liked it to be, the canister pops apart, covering the surrounding area with a spray of the burning chemical, rapidly forming a gray and white cloud denser than a smoke grenade. >Dissipating from sight, along with your weapons, the primitive arena had taken shape in the past fifteen seconds, the still unmoving and silent ring of pegasi now standing in front of a half-circle of crude spikes, seeming to hold the darkened canopy above up. >Where the translocation stone and firepits were was now a number of split logs on the ground before it, large bundles of dark colored moss spread across the top of each one, though they were empty and, somehow, inviting to you. PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #2/2: KHAHLANI ISLAND BRAWL! >>20735947 >>20740580 >Twisting in the air enough to avoid the minotaur's blade from striking any vital bodily parts, the bitterly cold edge slices through your armor, making a deep gouge through your upper chest and right shoulder, loudly embedding itself in a dead tree quite a distance behind you. Mothra: 93/120HP, Bleeding! >>20737745 >Leaping from the Spellslinger's barrel, a long, bright blue hued drake hovers in the air, it's scaly wings flapping furiously as it stares at the ridiculous scene before it, letting out a confused, questioning screech. >Deciding not to ask any questions, not that it thought it would get any clear answers, it flaps once more propelling it's body upwards, then dives down at the minotaur, cackling in an annoying fashion as it cracks apart against the stunned undead's arm, leaving a glistening shell of ice from shoulder to elbow. 390/800HP. >The first and second stone blades hammer against the shield, nearly knocking it out of your hand, while the third finally does, most of it's force impacting across your waist and chest, falling apart rapidly while the fourth crashes into your chest, the edge not sharp enough to penetrate, though you hear and feel the telltale sounds of numerous ribs shattering under the pressure. Kraut: 11/20HP, Stunned! >Returning to reality with a loud pop, the siren's glassy purple eyes open, slowly tapping it's claws together as it blankly stares down at the obscene conflict. >Silently sighing in disgust at it's analysis of the situation, the Vortex being forms itself into a bright purple earth pony mare, dropping to the ground and examining it's hooves. >Satisified, it happily high-trots up to the minotaur, turning about and gauging it's height in relation to the undead. >Swinging it's head forwards, one purple eye closes in a devious wink at Pareidolia, then lashes out with both rear legs, bucking it off Lont. [1d6+14] <Lifecrack
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>>20746642 >Cries out in pain, before hitting the ground. "T-That hurts..."
>Looks down at myself, before sighing a bit in slight relief. "I can fix this..."
>Reaches into my saddlepack and pulls out gauze and some other minor medical stuff. >Before wrapping my wounds up, I flap my wings and get dust all over the gouges. [1d6+8] Expert Medical + Moff dust
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>After tightening the gauze, I get back to my hooves. Stitches need to come later. Mothra Moffing Moths !vzAXo4UGp6
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>>20746746 Whoops.
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Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9
>>20746320 >... >Information withheld from briefing >Local setting does not match description of operation area >Observing pegasi are questionable >Other two operatives stunned >Mothra incapacitated, removed from immediate area >Must prepare to circle and enga- >>20746642 >White phosphorous overshot the ideal area >Lont is within the area of effect >Will need to be retrieved >Energy being from before emerges >Status: >Allied? >Glaring tactical inconsistency >Combat efficiency diminished >Negative state of affairs >Possible breach of stealth, it can see me? >High threat >Close towards the location where Lont was pinned, where the purple pony now stood >Rifle held half raised with one arm >Pinksteel dagger in the other "Identify yourself. Are you the Etam contract target?"
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>Post #1/2: Operation... Complete? >>20746746 >After dusting (off) and bandaging yourself, the silken gauze adheres to your coat tightly, preventing you from moving too quickly, in case you jar yourself and open the wound further. Mothra: 120/120HP. >>20747202 >Glancing over it's shoulder, the siren watches with a satisfied smile as the undead minotaur crashes to the ground 8M away, knowing it'd chosen it's current form wisely. >Dropping it's hinds legs to the ground, the purple being turns at you, staring down at your boots with a curious air. >Attention slowly traveling from your footwear up to the mask, the planar being eyes the mask curiously. >Understanding that language had been spoken, the siren lifts it's front left hoof, bending around to point at it's open mouth, then shakes it's head at the question as if to state it didn't understand, possibly being deaf and mute in this spectrum. >Up close, the shape shifting being was an interesting shade of translucent royal purple, it's interior body dim while the outside was fairly bright in hue, internally having no muscular or skeletal structure. >The pony shape was considerably altered for it's own purposes, the legs and hooves much larger and bulkier than one it's size would be, if it were alive, while the mass seemed consistent with the average earth pony. >A sensation of annoyed chaos, or perhaps disorderly intent, radiated from it's presence, giving you the impression that it didn't like the melee it had been forced into, yet enjoyed it nonetheless, though the pinksteel blade remained warm in your hand, continuing to hum in an unreadable manner. >The sources of light from the stone braziers had begun creeping back while you study the siren, in turn studying you, and you note the arena walls were now solid, the initial forest likely being an illusion from either the wraith or this being. PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #2/2: Siren >>20747202 >>20747693 >Tilting it's head in concentration, the planar spirit focuses a number of bright purple symbols in the air above it's head, searching for a language you knew, finally landing on Equestrian Common after several minutes. >Nodding vigorously in satisfaction at your acknowledgement, a series of impeccably precise, formal runes being spelling out her words, the being mimicking a giggle as it creates the first sentence. "Dul is Dul, and Dul is siren. Dul does not know your species or name, so must be fighters from other Vortexes."
>Pausing to collect it's thoughts, the siren pulls from it's memory to translate your question, then responds with methodic text, making a slight motion at itself, then Lont, Kraut, Mothra, and lastly you. "Itam is not here, Itam is fought upon mass Dul touches. Dul is Itam, it is Itam, those are Itam, you are Itam. Itam is also the winning, as to gain Itam. Many fight to gain Itam, many lose too."
>Sighing in a full bodied motion, the siren rolls it's hoof on the ground, struggling to find the proper words, then points at the minotaur, appearing to huff. "Owner of Itam lost Itam during the bright time, but Dul did not want Itam to be lost for all, so Dul helped enemy to win itam from wide fighter. Wide fighter hardest enemy here."
>Looking over it's shoulder, the planar spirit points twice in the direction of the now missing pegasi surrounding the arena's walls. "Dul does not enjoy the brightness, but fought hard for owner of Itam. Now owner of Itam can return to see allies."
>Glancing up at you with a wry smile, Dul pauses, then nods it's head in a stoic, serious motion. "Dul wants to fight in Vortex with you, yes! But now Dul is tired, so Dul must return to Vortex."
>The siren's physical body freezes as the last rune appears, both cracking apart and sloughing upwards, the Vortex inhabitant taking the fog with it. PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>HIGHLIGHT REEL! >Pareidolia gains: +4XP. Lont & Kraut gain: +1XP. NOTABLE MENTIONS:
>Lont for early Leadership potential, then forgetting to keep it up. >Kraut and Lont for not checking the wraith-drakes over carefully. Seriously, those things have rice-paper for skin. >Lont for.. missing. Admittedly, that could have gone far, FAR worse. >Lont for using the wrong tone of voice. You really, REALLY don't want to challenge a minotaur.. >Pareidolia and Lont for creating a weakness, Pareidolia again for exploiting one. >Kraut for giving the cold shoulder. A literal one, too! Also slightly late, but good nonetheless. >Pareidolia for having the good sense to upgrade his suit beforehand, mostly since minotaurs have a hard time crushing what they can't see. >Lont for accepting the worst bird he's seen in years. That's bound to leave a mark. >Mothra for getting moff'd. She really should have gone for some of those extra-curricular training courses. >Lont for hotheaded Operational management. >Pareidolia for cool, efficient Operating. >Kraut for rocky, but safe, Operator shenanigans. >Pareidolia for NOT opening fire on Dul. That might go places, on one plane or another! >>20747693 >>20748081 >With Mothra's aid after fully patching herself up, though she'd be left with quite the scar, Pareidolia manages to set Kraut's ribs temporarily, then rights Lont's shoulder, snapping it into place. >The combat medic sticks both of them with just enough morphine to stabilize for return to the Fortress, Pareidolia in the meantime collecting the oxidized scale armor pieces that had been knocked off, as well as retrieving a sample of both the bone powder from the minotaur and a bottle of the wraith's toxic substance. >Upon the Operator's and Night Guard's return, Kraut and Lont are subsequently forced to the clinic with the threat of an irate Tipper hanging over their heads, leaving Pareidolia free to visit Tartarus Island, or take his boots off. Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20743403 >>20743403 >"Good. Then I'll leave." >"But until I come back, make sure to fuck with those pants in some way or another." >I decide to call it a day, not wanting to risk getting bested by clothes again. >Starting to slowly make my way outside, I could really go for a drink. >"I wonder if they brought alcohol with them here." >"It would be really counterproductive for the diggers though." >"But still, it's alcohol." >Caught in my thoughts, I realize I'm back at the resting spot. >Groaning, I take a seat, and decide to take a closer look at the plate mail torso. [1d6] <Expert Perception
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>>20746320 >"Owow. There goes the left shoulder." >Gritting his teeth, the shotgun fell from his hand while his sword was clenched in his numb other. >Feeling the runes on his skin getting to work on the muscles under, he breathed a sigh of relief as the pain was quickly dampened by the dislocation. 22/22HP >>20746642 >Seeing Kraut and Mothra get his hard, Lont silently cursed to himself as he could not do anything, and with the pop of WP opening up near by he hoped that Pare was on the way. >... >"What, the siren." >Confused that the target that they were hired to remove help him, he could do nothing but watch as the large green armoured Minotaur fly off him with a single buck. >>20747693 >With his chest, shoulder and right hand numb and arm shaking, Lont could do nothing but watch on his back as the Siren and Pare exchanged. >Attempting to look around other then those two, he finally saw that the 'forest' was not a forest at all, but an illusion. >"This place an arena...this wasn't just another job. Was this some sort of fucking staged fight?" >Before he could grunt in annoyance, the sounds of Dul reached his ears, where he tilted his head slightly to overhear it. >"That so." >>20748754 >Giving his thanks to Pare, he rolled his shoulder to see how it was. >"Good enough." >Walking out along with Kraut and Mothra back to the fortress, he took his Salade helm off to look back at the arena they were just in before looking down at the helm clutched in his grasp. "Fucking disgraceful."
>Spitting to the side, he walked into portal, shoulders although healed, were heavy with shame. >So the last thing he needed was a glare of threatening death from an old pony who had her fair share of drinking tea. >Just going with it, he marched off to the clinic where he wanted nothing more to do but sit down think over the operation that just happened. >"...At the very least I now have the time to study." The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20749081 "No."
>Turning on the spot before entering the clinic Lont marched off towards the workshop. "I'm fine Tipper, between my runes Pare's assistance and Mothra's dust. I'm. Good."
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>Entering the armoury he walked over to Echo locker, opening it only to place most of his gear inside save for driving clothing. >Examining the mural blade, he shook his head sadly as he placed it on top of his scale armour neatly tucked away. >Locking the locker behind him he moved over to the workshop, passing everyone to reach his Outrider. "Lann I'll collect the clothes later, Spiral I look forward to our duel later. And yes I do know I just walked away from Tipper."
>"I need some clean onrushing fucking air." >Checking over his bike was good, he brought his goggles down to cover his eyes, scarf over his lower face and beret nice and tight on his forehead. >Near automatically driving through the workshops open double doors, then the fortresses main gate, he kicked into speed as the gates closed behind him, plexigrade based tires digging up dirt as he shot off away from the fortress. [1d6+4] E.Driving
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>Entering the prairies in such a long time, Lont breathed through his scarf, missing the comfortable sensations of winds whipping, engine vibrating, cacophony of the world blasting past him. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20744211 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz "Pee-stol..."
>He watches, intently, as you take apart the Tokarev, examining each piece. "Ooooo. All these smaller pieces are inside it?"
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20749594 "Yes."
>Quickly checks the firing pin, before moving on to the other parts. "All needed in peestol to fire the accurate. Without part, peestol no fire."
>Shifts a bit and a tiny clinking reminds me of something. "Steel, how much 20,000 'bit' worth?"
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20749667 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Blitz watches, silently, as you continue weapon maintenance. >He looks up at you, thinking for a moment. "Twenty thousand? Hmm... you can buy a nice enchantment with twenty thousand. Or a looooot of mangoes! Why?"
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20749971 >Merely jingles the coins, before blinking in confusion. "What is mango?
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20749981 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Looking at you, complexed, for a few quiet moments, Blitz's eyes twitches, mouth agape. >It's almost as if you told him his puppy died. >If he had one... "You... don't know what a mango is?"
>He leans in, breaking his stupor, whispering. "Never. EVER. Ask that around a batpony. They'll give you so many to eat, you'll be buried in them."
>He leans back, smiling at you. "Anyway, a mango is this little juicy red and green fruit. They grow EVERYWHERE in the Moors. You should get one, in the Mess Hall, sometime. I like to think a good portion of the food budget goes to mangoes, alone. Belltower and her daughter, and the few batponies in the Night and Lunar guard here, go through them rather quickly!"
Clemency !f/LjycW0U2
>>20729723 >>20729796 >Think about it for a while >Guess humble doesn't cut it for them >Or Twisted "In that case, I'll see to it to use you guys when needed."
>Turn to Twisted "Now that you mention, it makes sense."
>Memorial Village "Isn't that village the one we went to already? Or is that a different one?"
>Listen to Jeff's outburst for training >And they agreed >Ooh interesting >Oh shit Twisted has that look on her >Like something painful about to happen to Jeff >She's calling for people now >Decide to follow >And guess I'm getting involved too >Walk into the arena >So place is like the best VR simulator then >Hear Twisted's last comment >Shit about to get real now Anonymous
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Vick !!o6/TUxnhUv2
>>20743403 >Jolted out of his troubled train of thought by the approaching cat bird >Not noticing the gryphon until it had reached out for his tankard, his reflexes kicked into action >Slurring his words like a man who had been drinking all day, and mixing his drugs to boot, he reached out to put a gentle grip on the tankard Ohhh, No Thansh. I'vvuhh still gunna use that one
>Missing the tankard, he steadied himself with the hand instead >Picking up the empty plate with his other hand, he held it in a wobbly grip as he offered it to the inn worker But Ih'm uhhh dung wit tis won. Id wuzawondiful meal. Thenks.
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>>20738767 yeah, when he gonna get fucked over. The only thing he hasn't done yet is killed a pony
He didn't ask leaf for consent. Thus = Rape The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20740234 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >Being freed from the oppressive beanbag Cu'Nir immediately springs from on top of you off the nest bed, over estimating her power-to-weight ratio of her new body. >Landing onto to her tailless ass with a thud the Huntsmaster looked about herself before realizing she was wearing Simons brigandine suit. "Fucking god of chaos!"
>With frustration growing she pulled all the suit off of her while still on the floor, and once done, and naked, did she try to attempt to get up. "O-okay this is eEEasy."
>Pure surprise that she was somehow able to balance herself on two legs without wings or tail, she took a good look at you and vise versa. >You were like Cu'Nir, except now male. >And as for the Huntsmaster... >Her skin was softy pale with an obvious muscular frame underneath while her hair was short, brown, slick and flowing to one side with light blue highlights streaking at the edges. >Her facial features were sharpy feminine with her eyes basically glowing intensely against the calm colours. >Shoulders were wide, breasts being at a solid cup A, hour glass figure with hips and thighs accommodating a bubble butt, and nether regions that looked tight with a tight cropped bush. >And as seen before, from elbow down her arms were the same as yours, metallic with runes easily seen. >Finished with her own inspections, the female human before you cocked her head to the side in wonderment. "So....vhat do you think?"
>>20749064 >???, Open Grassland Structure "...If I could 'fuck' with anything, it would be you and thossse marauding Gryphonssss..."
>The voice went silent, and just as they said you did not here of them again as soon as you left the structure. >You -really- got fucked over by those pants, for when you tried to concentrate you started to see double vision again, everything about the torso lost in a blur. Kraut Space Wizard !Krautc0lNU
>>20748754 >>20746642 "AUGH!"
>God that hurt! >I double over in pain as I feel my bones breaking and my skin bruising. >My focus is more on the pain than anything else as the rest of the encounter goes on with some spirit thing yapping at Pare. >After I get patched up I finally start thinking about what I could have done differently. >As tempting as it is to try to build stuff when I get back, I don't quite feel like having Tipper yell at me until I do what she wants; I've already shown myself to be pathetic enough for the day. >On the way to the clinic I realized that I really should have shot those stone blades with an acid bolt or something. "Yeah, I definitely didn't take the smart action there."
>It also doesn't help that I completely disregarded that it largely relied on earth elemental stuffs for defense and attacks. >I try to focus less on what I should have done and more on what stuff I'll make once I'm done recovering once I settle in one of the beds. >It still feels like I was borderline useless. Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20753240 >"Ugh.." >"Now I really need a drink." >I try to stand up but the sudden movement makes my head spin. >Collapsing on the floor, a flurry of curses escapes me. >"Come on now, I've dealt with shell shock and worse. This is nothing." >My next attempt is successful, and on unsteady legs I resume my journey outside. >"What have I done to deserve this?" >Arriving outside, I take a breather, trying to collect my thoughts. >It turns out that it isn't easy while sporting a concussion. >Quietly hoping that someone would just knock me out, I decide to get some medical attention. >"There must be some kind of medical tent or something around here." >Shading my eyes from the sun, I try to look for something useful. [1d6] <Expert Perception
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>>20750154 "Nyet."
>That seems... a bit excessive. Though also might be a hidden benefit if family is starving. "Mango is warm fruit, yes? Reason why never heard of it. Stalingrad always cold. Warmer in spring and summer, but not warm for growing fruits."
Mothra Moffing Moths !vzAXo4UGp6
>>20747693 >>20748754 "I probably shouldn't have kept so still."
>These bandages and my dust did wonders, but they didn't dull pain from rookie mistakes. >I'm gonna be feeling this for a while, at least until I can get some rest. >Though it looks like the others were nearly as bad as me. >Except for the creepy one. He was perfectly fine. >>20749270 >Once we get to the clinic, I watch as 'Lont' pretty much refuses to go inside. >It was his choice, so I didn't stop him. >>20754705 >Entering the clinic, I sit near you while sagging slightly, keeping mindful of the bandages. "We both made mistakes backthere, Kraut. It happens, even to the bedt of us."
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Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9
>>20748081 >Creature cannot respond, unable to vocalize? >Attempting visual communication >Rune projection of language >Identified: Siren Dul >Considers us combatants from other vortexes >Vortexes? Synonymous with planes? >Setting appears to coincide with arena based combat. Multiple combatants from varying regions. >Clarification of Itam/Etam >... >All combat participants are Itam? Itam is a concept rooted in the individual? >Honor based gladitorial combat? >Deactivates stealth suit >Siren's sensory capabilities extend beyond visible and thermal spectrum >Siren betrayed it's owner for the "enemy"? >Betrayal of interests? >Entire nature of this operation is questionable >Pegasi contractor withheld information >Will need to locate him for debriefing >Other operators stabilized and secured >Artifacts retrieved from site, will need to be analyzed and assesed >Nature of this location should be cataloged for future encounters >Attempts to determine just where they actually were as well as if anything alive was left [1d6]<Basic Perception
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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20755676 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >The dark red pegasus nods at you, in confirmation. "Yeah, mangoes don't really grow this up North. Mostly in the Moors, it's always warm there. You should visit, sometime, or the Ferron Clan. They have a beach! There's swimming, seafood, and exotic fruits!"
>Blitz licks his lips, his attention having shifted to food. Anonymous
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Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20760014 "I... Do not know how to swim."
>Sighs a bit, before reassembling my pistol and putting it in its holster. >After half a moment of thought, I start inspecting my rifle as well, being careful as to not stab Steel with the bayonet. The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20746048 >Vale Forge >Shaking at the insult, one of the Gryphons in the hut was held back from throwing the midget human into the roaring blast furnace. >...Whatever you were making, it was going along as you planned it, so much so that the Gryphon being held back quickly lost their anger and was replaced at your skillful nimble fingers fiddling with the crystals. "What are you making little hu'um?"
>>20751426 >Vale, Corvrens Inn >Taking a step back with wings flaring at their side from your sudden re-appearance, the Underling eyed you for a moment then the empty plate. "Right, just don't go off and causing havoc."
>Taking the plate onto an outstretched wing, the servant catbird continued to analysis you before walking away suspiciously. >>20755394 >???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp >The sun was still beating down on the camp, and with the cramp spacing, bustling catbirds on the paths and in the air, tents mixed in with compact dirt buildings, you felt like you were navigating through a middle eastern market. >Quickly though, you spot a larger spacious dirt structure with a single aerie sprouting from its roof, clean white tarps hanging from it everywhere. >Entering, you see rows of nest beds in the cavernous single room building, the air refreshingly cool. >An appropriately lightly coloured Gryphoness with an even more feminine voice approached you from attending to near by shelves full of medical supplies. "Can I help you, Captain Swe?"
Simon Riley !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20753240 >Now able to move, I roll onto my back and experiment with movement. >Lifting myself off the nest bed, I try to turn around, slipping and going head first into the floor. "Ow."
>Definitely Discord. >At least he called me by my real name, so there's that. >Clambering back to my feet, I wobble a bit, but slowly get used to controlling four limbs a with a bit more co-ordination. >Testing the waters some more, my tail feels weird to control, but I don't think I have too many issues there. >My wings, however, flew open as soon as they had the chance. >I try moving them up and down at first, flexing them a little bit before trying to clumsily fold them back up. Takes me some time, but I eventually get there. >Finally turned around, I get a good look at Cu'Nir in her new form. >At which point my wings spring open again. >"That's not stopping her." >Dose eyes. >Dat hair. >Dat toned stomach. >Dat ass. >And dose fucking hips! >Remembering her usual behavious evert other time thanks to her attributes, I realise that I could have some fun in this body. "Not too bad, Pinky."
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20762837 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >Daring herself, Cu'Nir leans in to attempt to flick you on the beak, her new found height quickly bolstering her morale. "The same goes to you, Feathers."
>Chortling at the 'clicking' sound of metal meeting beak, she took a bold step forward for the nest bed. >...Only to trip on her own feet and barely catch herself on the lip. >Leaving her magnificent ass exposed. >Looking back at you, she felt her facial cheeks burn bright red when she remembered how she had no tail. >Embarrassment turning to arousal at her positioning, the Huntsmaster shook her butt while sending a tentative hand between her thighs. "I almost forgotten vhat I vas doing, but since the situation has changed, I might as vell take a step further and indulge in self discovery~"
>Reaching their destination, two metallic fingers spread open her aroused womenhood, making her gasp at the sensitivity. "T-this vill be fun~..."
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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20762225 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Blinking, absently, Blitz snorts to himself. "You don't know how to swim? I can show you! It's not that hard!"
>The Nightclaw sticks his head straight up, making emphasized pawing motions with his front hooves. "Just gotta keep your head on the surface, paddle your hooves... er-"
>He stops, looking at your hands and feet while scratching his head with a wing, smiling. "Hmm... well, it can't be that different."
Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20762264 >"Thank god." >I walk inside the apparent oasis, enjoying the fresh air. "I got my ass ki-"
>Reaching up with a hand to my forehead, I take a few breaths. "I just need someone to look over my head, got pretty beat up in there."
>I make a small hand gesture towards the direction of the site. Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20765207 >I might need to swim sooner or later, good t- >Oh. "I do not know if I am of swimming like that."
>Inspects bayonet. "But is worth shot."
Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20763295 >Having the height disadvantage is something I quickly find out with Cu'Nir's assistance. >But that comparison brings forth more realisations. >I'm stronger...I can definitely swap the roles around for once. >Seeing Cu'Nir trip, only to start realising how fun fingers is, breaks my concentration and grabs my attention, my wings still standing open rigidly. >I try to take a step forward, but my hind legs are rooted to the spot, my claws stuck into the floor. >It takes some time, but I manage to work out how to control them, and free myself. >Frustratingly, I attempt to remove the armour she still had on, the unfamiliarity and claws making it a difficult endeavour. >With it finally off, I lay it to the side and saunter in closer. "Oh, it -definitely- will be..."
>"I am going to put this long tongue to use, that's for sure..." The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp >>20765253 >A porcelain white talon tapped at the medical Gryphonesses beak as she looked you over, clearly seeing that something was wrong with you. "Then please, take a seat. Come this way."
>Leading you to a bench that looked more like an ottoman, she sat you down there and made you strip your armour and upper clothing off carefully. >With nothing in the way, the light catbird examined your swollen neck, bruised shoulder and head. >Clacking her beak in thought for a moment, she left momentarily before returning with a Soap Cube and cold sack of ice, its cold mist leaving a trail from the wing it was carried on. "Now, stay still and afterwards you will have to lay down."
>Applying the Soap Cube gently, the Gryphoness mumbles in Gryphonic as the soap lathered across your damaged neck and shoulders, the rune magic setting to work instantly. [1d6+10] <Heal
>Once done, she puts the ice bag onto your neck, the heated numbness slowly fading away. "Better, Captain?"
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Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20766087 >Instantly feeling better, I let out a sigh of relief. >"Holy shit, I need one of these." >The cold ice bag sends shivers down my spine. >In a good way. >My instincts scream at me to instantly rush back to the complex to kick some pantaloon ass, but I decide to heed her advice and take it easy for a while. "Thank you, much better."
>I raise a hand to rub my sore shoulder. >"It feels really good to not have a wraith in my head anymore." Anonymous
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>>20767769 >Rarity >Using a semi-automatic rifle Disgusting pone and disgusting rifle. -3/10
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>>20768360 Seconded. Rarara is a filthy white whore.
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>>20744158 >Listening to The Good Doctor yap is getting annoying >Simply sneering your way through his explanations, you find yourself awoken to the sound of leaves and voices >And a complete lack of your equipment "Well, shit, I can't exactly fix that bitch without my stuff. I'll just have to find out where they stashed it."
>Rousing yourself from the blanket and striding towards the entrance of the tent, you steel yourself to deal with these idiots, whoever they were >You bet they'll succumb to simple intimidation fairly easily >Busting through the entrance of the tent, you start yelling at whatever it is that's out there and has your stuff "LISTEN UP YOU BASTARDS! I'LL RIP UP YOUR SHIT UNLESS YOU GIVE ME BACK MINE, RIGHT NOW!"
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>>20766086 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >Feeling her new body starting to heat up, and in one certain place, the Huntsmaster made her position more comfortable by nesting her mid-section on the lip of the nest bed, her ass getting better elevation. "Looks like I'm not the only pink thing here anymore."
>Using one of the two fingers that was wet from keeping herself open, she pointed to your growing red rocket. "Haven't had one of those in a very long time."
>"Either its me or he is big." >Instinctively biting her lips as she rested her head into the fur of bed, the pointing finger retracted, but instead of playing with her swelling lips it brushed past, slowly inserting and exploring the edge of her new wet sex. "MMmmnng~..."
>>20766727 >???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp >Nodding her head at the thanks, she gives you another once over before looking off into the rest of the empty ward. "Glad to be of service, however do you mind telling me how you hurt your neck such as that, Captain?"
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20765276 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Blitz shrugs his shoulders, lifting his wings, apologetically. "I don't know how humans swim, sorry. There's a hot spring on the mountain, East of here. Or.... you can just swim in the fountain."
>He slumps a bit, before getting another idea. "Maybe we should get a pool built, but that wouldn't work now. It'd be so cold, everyone could learn how to ice-skate, soon!"
>The Nightclaw chortles, at his joke. Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20770061 "Is safe to swim in mountain? How deep is it?"
>Ice skating... "Haven't ice skate since I was a little girl. Father used to take me to nearest lake when frozen over. Used old rags to keep from stick to ice."
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20770444 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz "Hmm... shallow enough to lounge in some places, and deeper in others. The hot spring is too hot for anything to live in it, so only the other lakes nearby have anything alive, in them. There's a waterfall, too!"
>Blitz smiles as you reminisce, pointing a wing towards the Northern end of the Fortress. "I bet Lann and Krinza can make some really nice skates, if you ever want to go skating. It's Fall, now; won't be long until Winter gets here."
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Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20770731 "And the fountain?"
>Sighs and smiles a bit as this conversation brings back happier times. "Have you gone skating?"
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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20771849 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz "I know the fountain's deep enough for ME to swim in. You can definitely float, in it... and it's heated."
>Blitz nods his head, enthusiastically. "Sure have! During the winter, in Las Pegasus, we'd freeze pools of water in a few bundled clouds and skate on them!"
>He shifts a few of his dark purple wing blades out, murmuring to himself. "I bet I can do some cool tricks, with these..."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20772978 >Thinks for a moment. "You say you can teach, yes?"
>Freeze pools of water... with clouds? Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20769421 >I freeze up at the sudden question. >"Shit, how do I explain this?" >"Well, no point in hiding it." "I...uh...was ambushed by a...strange force, which ceased control of an object in the room."
>"Good save." "I got hit pretty hard, barely made it out alive."
>"This isn't lying." >"I think." Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20773186 >Razorback Fortress Guard Encampment/Fountain: Steel Blitz >Tilting his head to the side, he nods. "Hmm.. sure, why not? It can't be that hard to teach someone to swim. Follow me!"
>Waving a wing to you, Blitz takes off for the fountain to the North. >Landing in front of it, he leans over the side and into the crystal clear water. "Oooooh, it IS warm. Let me get this stuff off.."
>Flipping a strap under his helmet, Steel Blitz removes his helmet, revealing a short-cropped steel blue mane that matched his tail. >He then undoes a few other straps on his underside, and eventually gets off the rest of the purple leather armor. >As the dark red pegasus turns around to arrange his armor into a neat pile, you spot a rather nasty three-clawed gash on his right side under his wing. >The scar was long healed, leaving pale white hide revealing through his coat. >Now free from his armor, Blitz leaps over the side and dives shallow into the water. >He pops back up after a few seconds, wading around near the center where he didn't seem to be able to touch. >Easily you can see he legs paddle and kick underneath the water as he swims back over to the side, now being able to trudge through it. "The water's really nice, it should be easy for you to stand in."
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>Caliya >>20653465 >Eyeing the syringe and packs doubtfully for several moments, Caliya shakes his head slowly at the question, voice cracking as he speaks, still barely above a whisper, trying to cause as little noise as necessary. "No supplies- but will take painkiller.. think fracture bleeding internally now-"
>Halting to listen for movement, the ragged gray earth pony scowls, his ears twitching back and forth as he searches for the wurm's presence, unwilling to move from the tree and trying to ignore the spots in his vision signaling impending shock. Caliya: 60/150HP, near Shock. "Bad idea, wurm still searching. Stay silent or will sense vibration, will leave if finds nothing, move very slow-"
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>>20657805 >Cracking an eye open at the scent of tobacco, the gray hound groans, shoving both paws over her nose, resisting the urge to sneeze. >Rolling over to the edge of her slightly dusty bed, Beryl slumps over, reaching for two thick, clear glass bottles, these ones filled with water. >Rolling one behind her at your general vicinity, she cracks the top of hers off, then takes a sip, explaining a little about the Burrows. >Originating as a pack species, Diamond Dogs were once a number of bandit groups 'borrowing' unicorns, for a few days, to search for valuable gems, though most easy to mine surface and underground areas were now depleted. >Setting the empty jar down on the floor with a relieved sigh, Beryl picks up a half-finished stone and a triangular pick, chipping away at it with a close eye while explaining their economy. >Tanking somewhere in the past, most packs switched to the more profitable exploits of real mining, alcohol distillation, and rune carving, trades learned from the minotaurs and Saddle Arabians, allowing you to pin down the era of their separation to be roughly three hundred years after the Lunar-Solar War's end, leaving the Diamond Dogs isolated from most species, except for the dragons. >Focusing on the carving while she speaks, Breyl recounts what sounds to be a word-for-word lecture on their alliance with the dragons, giving you some insight as to Tallus' overall economic chain. >With the dragons allowing digging rights on their lands, the retrieved minerals get sent to Canterlot, the Moors, the Empire, or the Minotaur Hegemony for food and exotic materials, thus allowed the Dragon Legions to guard Diamond Dog towns without worrying about costly maintenance. >Stating that the Boneyard's inhabitants were building a self-sufficient town separate from the Den and Burrows, she mutters in annoyance about an increasing number of incursions from planar realms, particularly Rift constructs.and others they didn't know much of. Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20769421 >I can't see them, but I can feel mely ears and tail going out of control. Needless to say, my wings still remain unfurled solidly. As much as I might try to fold them up again, I get nowhere. >I take a quick glance under, whatever I can make of a smile growing on my beak. >So that's what they look like. "Well, then, it's about time we changed that, hmm?"
>I say as I slowly close in, my back legs still getting caught by my claws. >"Dammit, you can't control anything in this body when you get excited." >Staddling her, I hold myself back for a moment as I lower my head down next to hers and whisper. >Don't want to interrupt her fun just yet. "I think you're finally starting to see just how good having fingers is."
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >>20776543 >Her new heart pounded against her alien ribcage as she felt the dominating physique of your Gryphon body on loom over her, human naked skin sandwiched between feathers and fur. "Vonder how the barbs vill feel."
>She murmured into the fabric of the nest bed, face half sunk and only sinking deeper with each millimetre her metallic finger penetrated her fully aroused pussy. >with your face next to the Huntsmasters you saw her eyes were glazed over, pale features completely red and flustered. "~Very...good~"
>While one hand was preoccupied with exploring, her other escaped the humidly musky region between her thighs and weakly grabbed hold onto one of your forelegs which supported your upper half on the nest beds lip. >The touch of your new meat rod slithering between her asscheeks made Cu'Nir whimper, hips bucking back as hormones drove her to sate her needs. "Only one vay to find out...Now."
>Huffing, she slid her soaked metal finger out of her dripping snatch, the foreign rod hotdogging tentatively close to her nethers promised a more 'filling' experience. "Now."
Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20777028 >Watching her get more and more worked up tests my patience harder and harder, her face told just how much she was enjoying it. >Feeling her grab onto my leg, my smile turna more devious. >Looks like I might have more control than I think. >Time to put it to use. >My patience running out, I back away a little, putting my new role to use. "Not quite yet, I want to rest the waters, too."
>I feel a little cruel saying that, but she is going to enjoy this, I know. >My beak makes it a little awkward, but a trace my claws from her shoulders down, halting at her waist. >I back up a little more and lower my head, cracking my beak open and letting my long tongue loose, teasing her slowly, massaging her folds as my claws grab two great handfuls of her backside. Anonymous
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20774442 >You'd be surprised on how hard adults learn. I think that children learn a lot better than I would. >Either way, I follow him and return to the spot I was in earlier. "Bit of relief. Don't want to freeze death."
>As I watch, my eyes are drawn to the remains of a scar on him. >"Wonder what did that to him? Probably a bear." "Alright."
>Before taking off my outer clothes, I check to make sure my wrapping and shorts are still on by feeling my shirt and pants. >Accepting that they still were, I shed my shirt first, placing it near his armor before doing the same with my pants. >Now just in a chest wrapping and shorts, I slip into the water with a little sigh. Bubba the Second !vz4wmlERis
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>>20775453 "Alright."
>Keeping my movements slow and deliberate, I pass him a syringe of morphine. "Inject it near your fracture, will kill the pain after a few moments."
>Glancing around the tree again, I watch the wurm thrash around like a simpleton. [1d6] <E. Perception
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>>20778509 >Razorback Fortress Fountain: Steel Blitz >Blitz watches you patiently as you enter the warm water of the fountain. >None less, you notice his eyes roam a bit around your entire body. >Especially your chest wrappings. "Hmm.. you humans ARE bald, everywhere. Looks like I owe Aster fifty bits!"
>Watching you get settled in, you notice a mark on Blitz's backside: three steel daggers fanned out aiming forward with streaks behind them. >As he spins around, you catch the same mark on the other side. "Water's nice, huh? The heat stones, underneath, can get it even warmer. Okay, so... we should try floating first, before swimming."
>Studying you, for a few hard seconds, Blitz fans out his legs and tries to float there straightening his head to the surface. >Until he realizes he was drowning himself, he flaps his wings in protest and rights himself. >Then he tries to float on his back, which proved to be futile. >Rolling over to one side, splashing around a bit, he looks back at you. "Mmm... how about you try floating on your back. That would seem the best way to not drink any water."
>He tilts backwards again, and fans his wings out. >This time he manages to stabilize himself as his stomach is exposed to the air, legs tucked into his body. "Just lay back and take a deep breath in, and keep your chest above the surface. The air in your lungs should help you float better."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20778863 >Might have to talk about boundaries with him, but later. "Except for head... And other places."
>The water IS very nice. >Floating, like a boat. "Alright."
>Before I do anything, I remember that I have a hat on, so I take it off and throw it to my other clothes. "On my back... Feels like I will drown."
>Takes a deep breath and allows myself to sink into the water, very hesitantly. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20778900 >Razorback Fortress Fountain: Steel Blitz >Your dark brown, shoulder-length hair catches the pegasus's gaze for a few second, before focusing on your technique. >'She has a really pretty mane...' "No you won't, trust me."
>He says with due confidence. >As you feel like you may sink right down to the bottom, a soft spanning wing pushes up against your back, keeping you floating on the surface. >Blitz, next to you, easily keeping himself afloat as his wing is submerged under the water. "Told ya you wouldn't drown. Just keep doing that, and breathe regularly, until you feel comfortable."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20779040 >Has my eyes closed, just in case my head goes under. "Thanks."
>Tries keeping my breathing down, before imagining myself placing crosshairs over a Fascist's chest. That always helped me breath regularly. >Slowly starts relaxing. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20779078 >Razorback Fortress Fountain: Steel Blitz >The Nightclaw smiles at you, for your gratuity. "No problem, Comrad."
>Blitz watches, intently, as you eventually calm down. >Going off of how well you decide not to sink, you feel the pressure of his wing slowly disappear from your back, with only a few wet feathertips genttly pushing you up. >Eventually, the light touch removes itself, and you find yourself easily floating on the water's surface. "See? You're doing it, now!"
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20779259 >Smiles a bit and opens my eyes, looking over at him. "At least I float."
>Chuckles a little. "Swim? Not so much."
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Is this acceptable, guies?
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>>20779718 Why not? Not enough ammunition?
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>>20779725 If you want to be completely useless in doing anything besides blowing stuff up and occasionally healing, it's top notch.
And you won't do well at all with only those two goals.
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>>20779743 B-But muh grenades!
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>>20779743 He'll find other stuff to do along the way. And if he runs out of ammo, then he will just have to scavenge for spears or other crap.
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20777238 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >Partially waking up from her blissful haze when she felt you leaving her naked back exposed, any words that would of left her mouth disappeared with your claws gliding down the expanse of her pale back. "...Test me...Taste..me~"
>She groaned as the exhales from your Nares tickled her sensitive lips, the two playful fingers making a 'V' sign, stretching herself more open as she knew what your devious plan was. >And when she felt your talons puncture into her bountiful buns, making them jiggle from the spasms of pain, not only did you open up the facet but a low constant mewl moaned from her 'O' mouth. >So needless to say your beak glistered from Cu'Nirs increasing heights of ecstasy, it was just one of those things in life. No matter what form you take or what position you're in, you will always get a soaking wet face. >Breathing ragged, the Huntsmasters fluttering eyelids shot open as your tongue made contact with over-sensitive flesh, the prehensile organ snaking into the folds her fingers just molested. >A hitched sigh was all that was made. >Autonomously, her thumb that belonged to her soaking musk covered hand traveled around her new equipment, following down her labia she found a small bud. >And stroking over it gently made her thighs tense up, muscles going taunt in her legs as a squirt of liquid marked you right between the eyes. "~Aaaah.."
>>20773803 >???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp, Established Healer Centre >Cocking a white feathery eyebrow, the Gryphoness wonders for a moment why you don't elaborate on what the 'object' was. >Shaking her head, she dropped it as she brought a wingtip to tap the other side of your neck. "Does it hurt here, Captain? Or are your injuries only around your -uh, your 'upper body'?"
>Not knowing human anatomy, the Healer just went with her gut feeling as she gently tapped your neck and shoulders with a soft wing. >Surprisingly soft you noted, like your neck was being blown on. Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20780075 >Judging by the -very- direct signs, she's liking this even more than I expected. >That last one made me flinch a bit, but that came with some information I can use. And with this tongue, I'm going to drive her crazy. >"Oh, she's found it...and it looks like a weak spot...PERFECT." >Casting my mind back to the ways she's done some incredibly enjoyable things with her tongue's flexibility, I give it a try for myself, tracing it lower and lower until it lies right next to her finger. >And then I curl it around her clit slowly, drawing out every bit of stimulation that she's going to get from it that I can. Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20780075 >"Hot diggedy damn, this feels good." "Nothing more than dull aches. I've been through worse."
>I let out a small chuckle. >"Good thing I didn't get hit under the belt by that thing." >I flinch at the thought, and desperately try to think of something else. >At the mention of upper bodies, I remember the upper part of the plate mail I brought with me. >I go and pick it up from the pile of gear I left on the floor, before sitting down on the bench again. >Now that I can see straight, I try to take a better look at it. [1d6] <Expert Perception
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"Found this in there, looks pretty old."
>"Apparently old enough to kick my ass." Anonymous
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20780203 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >Having trouble trying to breath with her new respiratory system thanks to her first orgasm in this human body, Cu'Nirs thumb and fingers twitched away from her burning nethers, leaving your tongue alone as it went to work roping around the Huntsmasters clit. >You couldn't see, but judging by the lewd noises she was making and the delicious ass you've hooked by your talons moving in such a way, her back must've been arching from the simulation of her love bud being strangled by your black tongue. >You haven't even fucked her yet and she was already covered in blood, sweat and tears of pleasure. "Ha...ha -how do I taste?...."
>>20780246 >???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp, Established Healer Centre "Good, would not want our VIG dying on us."
>She said with her own chuckle, bringing her wing back fold to her side. >Now that you were patched up, you were finally able to see the armour in front of you. >It was purple plate mail, and after examining the many holes in it, discerning which were intentional and which were made by time you see this was in fact a helmet. >Holes for the horns, eyes, nostrils, ears and mouth. The rest you saw were pieces either fallen off or blows from ancient assailants. >The plate mail was held together by tough but old string, each movement making them fall apart that bit more. >The purple was surprisingly shiny, the metal appearing to be naturally Magnesium. "I am no Forger, but it appears to be a bit beaten up, maybe replace those string things and you are good. Did whatever attack you wear this?"
Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20781174 >Finally, I decide to ease off with a grin on my beak, looking at the state of her. >Some small corner of my mind prays she'll be up for swapping the roles like this even when or if this wears off. >Hell, part of me wishes this was permanent, or replicable. >Having her at my mercy feels good, especially the way I can break her normal composure like that and drive her mad. >All of that just using my tongue. >Comes as a bit of an ego boost, it does. >I draw it back, wiping it along the edges of my beak. >"Just like I remember." >I try flexing my wings again, and am glad to see they're not at the point of immobility just yet. >Taking my time, I bring my imposing frame closer again, my head coming to rest beside hers again, the closeness itself like a taunt, knowing that I'm the one that possesses what she's after. "As good as always."
Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20781174 >"VIG? A gryphon version of VIP?" >... >"A fucking helmet." >"I risked my life for a helmet that's made for a minotaur." >"Fuck." >A wave of disappointment sweeps over me. >"But if I have the helmet here, and I fought the legs, where are the torso?" >"Is it still in the troth's? Does minotaurs even wear armor for their torso?" >"So many questions." "Uh...Yeah. But I managed to get this off it before I booked it."
Vick !!o6/TUxnhUv2
>>20762264 >Vick's mouth opened in a very shocked and confused manner before closing with a decent amount of respect. I woold neverdosush a thing
>Completely flabbergasted, the only real solution became clear >Attempting to rise for a bow and a few words of honor, the mans' feet got tangled in his chair I gev you mu...
>Hands darting to support himself on the table, he shook the cup of mead on accident as he tried to right himself >Anger rising, he managed to free one of his legs from the unseemly trap Fucking shit! Ge'offme!
>Fucking stupid chair, what did he ever do to it anyways >Dropping heavily back into the chair, he took a long swig of mead to calm himself Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0
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>>20775803 >Taking a drink from the offered bottle of water, Hollow listened with interest to her explanations, writing down stuff to add to the files back at base >Satisfied, Hollow explained a bit about himself at her, like his name and such small talk >Then, he explained a bit about Razorback, the things they usually did, and that they always had need for equipment and items >Giving her the portal combo for the Fortress, and the appropriate warnings about entering, Hollow told her to come to the Fortress at some point, if she had stuff to sell, or...if she wanted a visit >Dressing himself, Hollow pocketed his new goodies "Alright, I'll see you another time Beryl. Maybe we can talk longer another time, I've got stuff on my mind that needs doing."
>Like the wastelands >And getting more new stuff >Gah! >Excusing himself and bouncing through town and back to the portal, Hollow smacks the combo for the Fortress >So many things to do, so little time >I hope nothing too horrifying has happened while I'm gone >I'll head to the command place and put this info I got from Beryl into the files >Arriving at the Fortress, Hollow hurried to the command center to update the files with the new information >I have this horrific feeling that my jimmies are going to be rustled soon... Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20779293 >Razorback Fortress Fountain: Steel Blitz >Blitz snorts as you float around aimlessly. "It's one thing to be able to float, but swimming isn't that far off!"
>He wades his wings back and forth through the water, slowly propelling him forward. "Just need a little push."
>The pegasus swims over to your feet, and slowly nudges you forward with his hooves. Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20782731 >Wait, what's he do- >Oh, he's just pushing my feet. >Not wanting to make him do all the work, I use my arms to gently move myself in tge direction he's pushing. "Don't let head hit anything, please."
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20782995 >Razorback Fortress Fountain: Steel Blitz "I won't."
>Nudging one foot more than the other, Blitz slowly circles you around the fountain. >Eventually, he stops pushing you, and only nudges one foot or the other to correct your direction. "Now, kick your legs a bit. Should help propel you around, too!"
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20783071 "Okay. Can you push my sides when I get close to side?"
>Starts lightly kicking my feet to push myself forward, using my arms to help. "This... not hard."
>Spends a while just swimming around. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20783289 >Razorback Fortress Fountain: Steel Blitz >Blitz ends up just sitting near the center of the fountain, as you manage to keep your heading. >He dives under, occasionally, keeping himself wet. >Sometimes, he'll follow you, ans sometimes he leads in front. >Unbeknownst to you, he easily steals glances at some sweet communist booty through your shorts underwater, when they flow against your skin. >The pegasus pops his head back up, watching as you continue to swim, taking a break on the edge of the fountain where his armor and your clothes were neatly left at. "Hey you're doing pretty good, for a beginner swimmer, Com-rad!"
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>>20781383 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >With you above her again, your head next to hers in an air of dominance, Cu'Nir decided to indulge herself and seal the fate of her new form. "Goooooood, now. Make me...yours..-"
>With your member so tantalizingly close to her needy womenhood, Cu'Nir gyrated her hips, helping smear the running pre down between her wounded asscheeks to mix with her own dampness. >Arms now at her sides limp, she licked the edge of your beak, enjoying her own taste, even if it was the same despite the new body. "-Maaaster~"
>If she was going to enjoy this new form she might as well go the whole way while it lasted, submitting to Simon and bathing in the palpable ego he was producing that was only matched by his leaking rod grinding against her. >>20781388 >???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp, Established Healer Centre >Tapping a light talon on the hard floor in thought, the Healer gave the purple armour a scrutinizing glare. "If I didn't know any better it looked like something a Minotaur would wear, and if you took it off one then you have my respects."
>She said with a malicious smile, wings at her sides twitching from the prospect of dead Taurs. >>20781793 >Vale, Corvrens Inn >Mead spilling onto the Underling as she tried to walk away was interrupted by you taking the same tankard, the employed Gryphoness growled at you for getting her wings soaked. "DAMMIT!"
>Before she could break your nose by slamming it into the table, she dragged herself away from conflict and instead hissed as she stalked off. Leaving you with your drink though more attention was garnered from it. Anonymous
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Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20784140 "I think it was only a half-Minotaur though."
>"And a long dead one at that." >I raise an eyebrow at her reaction. >"She sure seems riled up about dead minotaurs, interesting..." "Not big on Minotaurs, eh? Glorified bulls if you ask me."
>I casually walk back over to the pile of gear and put down the helmet. >Sitting down again, I lean back on the bench and continue on the subject. "I'll have to go back in there and finish the job sooner or later, though."
>Now it is my time to twitch, this time at the idea of ripping the pantaloons in pieces. "But I got time to kill until this ache dulls."
>Idly scratching my neck, I sneak another glance at the helmet. "So... got any experience on the battlefield yourself?"
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Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20784140 >I've never seen her quite like this before, it's a sight to behold. >Her craving only adds to the feeling of dominance that I know I'm not going to give up easily in future, the title falling on my ears showing just how far she's gone. >The way I can shatter her usual personality so easily like that is something that arouses me, regretting that I've never taken the lead and driven her to it before. >It's a feeling I'm not going to forget, that's for sure. >I finally decide I've kept her waiting long enough. >It's time to sate her need. >I lower myself one last bit, and slowly push inside, taking time so that we can both get a feel for each other. Anonymous
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20783528 >After a while of swimming around, I decide to take a break. >Considering that the water wasn't deeper than I am tall, I just stand up. "Is fun,swimming."
>Walks over to the side where Blitz is, smiling softly. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20789942 >Razorback Fortress Fountain: Steel Blitz >As you walk back over to him, Blitz smile proudly at your progress. "Isn't it?! Just keep it up, and you'll be able to keep up with any pegasus, in no time!"
>He lifts his front legs out of the water and wraps them around your waste in a hug, followed by his soaked wings flopping around your back. >In the heat of the moment his head was, coincidently, chest level and had inadvertently buried his face into your lady pillows. >'Mmmm.. soft...' >The awkward second flashes by as he realizes his mistake, immediately letting go of you in the blink of an eye and backing up several feet. "AGH! I'm so sorry, Com-rad!"
>You could swear his dark red muzzle had somehow even gotten redder, as he submerges it under the crystal clear water in embarrassment. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20790276 >>20790283 "How good pegasus swim?"
>Briefly returns the hug. >Then realizes where his head is, and quickly lets go. >My face is probably as red as his, but I don't let it get to me as much as it got to him. "Is... Fine. You were simply hugging. Aren't as tall as I am."
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20790841 >Razorback Fortress Fountain: Steel Blitz "Good enough to catch fish! If this were a lake, I'd be diving and flipping around!"
>Making a few bubbles with his nose, in the water, he looks up at, relieved at your understanding. >Rising his head out of the water, he brings a wing up behind his back, scratching the back of his head with his wing blades. "Y-yeah. Just a bit taller them me. I think I'm gonna get out now. I forgot to remove my blades; don;t want them getting rusty."
>Hauling himself up and over the fountains edge, he stands a few feet away from his armor and violently shakes the excess water off of him. >Just like a dog would, except that his wings created even more spray as they flailed about. >Satisfied enough, for now, he turns back to you before taking off. "Give me a few second, and I'll go and get us some towels!"
>Blitz takes off for the guard encampment, quickly returning with two large towels wrapped in between his front hooves, as he flies back over. >He plops one on the side, for you, whole he unfurls the one for himself. >The pegasus awkwardly drapes it over himself, as he tries to dry off his back. "Egh, if only it was daytime out, I'd sundry myself. Com-rad?"
>He looks over to you, towel covering half of his head like an ill-fitting hoodie. "Would you mind... helping dry me off?"
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20791089 "We use fishing poles and bait."
>He looks adorable when he's embarrassed. I shouldn't tell him that, though. >Leans away from the spray of water, even if I'm still wet. (If you know what I mean.) "I wait."
>Watches as he returns, and starts climbing out. "Sure, I'll help."
>Goes over to him and kneels down to get at him better, before grabbing the towel that was on his head. >Also decides not to mention about how this feels like I'm drying off my dog back home in the summer. >Starts vigorously rubbing his body with the towel. >Must resist urge to call him a good boy. Anonymous
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20787483 >???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp, Established Healer Centre "Half-Minotaur'? What in the name of the Overkings feathered crest does a Minotaur halfbreed look like?"
>She said with mixture of surprise and disgust, the thought of 'X'-Minotaur anything made her fur and feathers bristle. "Yes, you can say that."
>Glancing to the side, the Healer Gryphoness did a throaty growl, remembering sometime in the past. "Oh really? Well in that case, when you finish it off come back to me and show proof. And I'll 'reward' you with something."
>The invitation was obvious, but the malicious grin on her beak told you she would enjoy it for another reason. >Giving your injuries another once over, the light catbird goes off to a series of chests arranged into a reception at the wide opening of the one room building, taking out a cushion to drag back and sit on in front of you. "That makes us two, Captain. And yes, I mostly served the wounded at Anfang but sometimes would go deeper into enemy territory for many reasons."
>Lifting her right wing up to its full height, a short furred tail runs down her side from crest to haunch, a vivid line being displayed across her body. "A mortal blow from a Minotaur mercenary the Orders who were very keen on hiring, lucky I was saved with my organs thankfully not spending to much time outside of me."
>>20788147 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kw_Lf-JhdSU >You lowered, her wet backside raised up. >You pushed in, she leaned back. >You purred as you entered her hotly moist tunnel, she moaned as the barbs scratched her walls. >Tempos increased, every thrust you made inside her she impaled herself with each backwards slam onto you. >Her voice was lost along with her mind into the moment, before long she just lay there was you had your way with her, the occasional whimper of pleasure escaping her drooling open mouth whenever a barb cut into a ridge of her vaginal walls. >She was all yours... Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20792630 >I'm purring? >Feels weird. >I take a second to fully acknowledge that, but I dare not let it break my concentration this far in. >Slowly getting faster and harder, an idea comes to mind as I beat my wings in time, pushing myself even deeper with each thrust, reveling in her submission. >I don't actively think on it, but I'm grateful she's been stunned to silence - Orres may be stuck in the cabin until the Captain eventually comes to, but nobody ever said this place was soundproof. >She's enjoying this way too much for me not to take every opportunity that I can to fuck her silly - keeping myself upright with one foreleg, my other slides down to her hips and down her leg, getting a grip close to the bottom, careful to not accidentally pierce the skin this time. >She's going to be walking funny, but I still want her to be able to walk. >My hips and wings working together, I gently start pulling back with my right foreleg in with the other two, pounding her about as hard as I can manage. >"It's like "Day One" all over again...but I'm taking the lead this time." >I may have just broken her by putting everything at my disposal to work, but I'm feeling the effects too, the occasional hushed but otherwise unsuppressed grunt or moan of pleasure escaping through my beak. Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20792630 "Oh, believe me. You wouldn't want to see it."
>"Not very subtle, is she... I like that." >I lift a hand to scratch my beard in thought. >"I'll just grab the remains and bring them back here. Seems easy enough." "So you served in Anfang, huh? Hasn't seen much war related business there since the tyrant was ki-"
>My eyebrows shoots through the roof at the sight of the scar. >"That explains a lot." "I... I'm impressed you survived that. Must have been one hell of a doctor patching you up."
>I resist the urge to rub the spot on my chest where the shrapnel entered so long ago. "Forgive me for asking, but how did a healer get so close to a Minotaur mercenary? Were you a combat healer perhaps?"
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20793152 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir http://youtu.be/IBnuZnfA5bs >Although her mind was drowned in a sea of bliss, something in the back of Cu'Nirs mind reacted against your increasing speeds, and even though in a new body her primal lust beat back her asscheeks to match your speed and ferocity. >With your repositioning your barbed cock hilted into the Huntsmasters depths, your size and strength meaning your sack slapped against her raw sopping snatch. >Your underside was soon matted with the collective sex juices from your tour de force over Cu'Nirs fucked silly form, any and all other senses were dulled out by the incredibly painful ecstasy. >Nest bed made damp from the sweat Cu'Nirs ravaged body produced, the smells and sounds of violent fucking between to species. >Though you also smelled, and even tasted, under the heady stank of intercourse was the chopper tang of blood too. Your dicks barbs having steadily maul Cu'Nirs innards, and with each cut made deeper her mind broke that bit more. >>20793683 >???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp, Established Healer Centre >Bringing her wing back down well after the cramps set it, the Healer snorts through her nares amusingly. "Call it a happy coincidence that the Order ceased sending Minotaurs or probing Anfang, but in reality it is because their own infighting had increased greatly."
>Moving side to side on the cushion to get comfortable, the Gryphoness gives you a raised brow. "The same reason it got close to me and how I survived was because it ambushed me and others when bringing back wounded from the fronts back to a temporary field camp. Minotaurs follow their orders to the letter, so that one must of been paid to kill any and all Gryphons, including the wounded. I got patched up on the spot by my Kin as the Taur went on a killing spree against the injured...There was nothing we could of done to stop it."
Vick !!o6/TUxnhUv2
>>20784140 >Watching the Gryphon teleport and change where her hand was, Vick blinked a few times >He could almost hear the clinking horror music play in his ears as a sharp claw traced its way up his spine >Pupils dilating, back straightening, heart pumping, the only thought he could muster was: "My back is against a wall..." >A soft slithering voice whispered so softly that it was threatening FFFFuuuuu.....rrrrgotten already, have we??
>Heart pumping recklessly, adrenaline storming its way through his veins, the man's head shot off the table, leaving a slather of drool from where he had been resting >Twisting to check behind him, he worked out of his seat as though an adder had been placed behind him >Backing away haphazardly from the table he had been "working" at, he bumped into some tables and chairs What in the god damned fuck....
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>>20796625 "Where der niggah's at, Partner?"
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>>20796638 Hangin from a tree like they should, pard'.
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>>20791200 >Razorback Fortress Fountain: Steel Blitz >As you rub down Blitz, with the towel, you can hear him sigh in relaxation as he sways his body in motion with you. >He flares his wings out, so you can get around the feathers, easier, and you can hear him humming a tune to himself. >Craning his neck back at you, he gives you an almost pleading smile. "Hey, Com-rad? Could you, maybe, get around my wing joints? Just... kinda knead your hands around the base of the joint, where all the muscle is. That forest cat and those effirates are catching up to me, I think."
>He turns his head back to neutral, hoping his plan for a free wing massage to play out. >'I wonder what those hands feel like...' Anonymous
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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #1/2: Bren >>20655782 >>20655849 >>20655909 >Tossing Allys a smile in exchange for a small red bottle, Bren eyes it for several moments, considering whether or not drinking it would be a good idea as the dim green pegasus slides off. "Thank ya Allys!"
"Welcome."
>Shrugging at the lackluster response, she swivels in the chair to face you, leaning back and raising an eyebrow in mixed curiousity and concern. "Eh? What's got'cha worried? That lil' gem don't look like it's gonna eat'cher face or nothin'."
>Tilting her head to the side, the ochre mare squints in focus at the Capricorn Stone, ears swiveling in slowly rising confusion. "Ah'm not sure what'cher worried 'bout, but Ah ain't 'fraid ta hear what'cha got ta say, s'lay it on me."
>"Cain't be any worse'n gettin' fired from Cunterlot.." >Planting her fore hooves and leaning against the back of the chair, Bren frowns at the odd term, digging in her memory. "Cain't say as Ah've ever heard'a that one 'afore, an' there's been a few hunnerd ponies that've lived a coupla thousand years, nothin' really concernin' there."
>"Then 'gin, is humans supposed ta live that long?" >Opening her mouth to speak, then closing it, the crew boss shakes her head slightly, ears flattening in dismay as you speak. >"What.. in th'fuck am Ah hearin'? What kin'a place or world IS this? Was he this 'Ah-jora's' slave or somethin'?" >Face scrunching in a combination of emotions that she couldn't deal with, the unicorn turns her head to the side, suppressing the growing inclination to tune out. >"This 'I-vah-lice' world sounds a lot like ours, an' here Ah thought Silver, Celly, an' Luna had bad relationships wit'their followers all chasin' an' killin' each other-" >Visibly morose as she turns back to stare at the Stone, Bren's eyes narrow in concentration, compiling the wealth of information, rapidly sifting through it for answers. >"..fer once in may life, Ah don't even know what ta think." PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #2/2: Bren >>20656000 >>20656137 >>20656211 >Sliding his tongue around the rim of the martini glass, Tzeentch sighs, then leans forwards, tapping a claw in the precise center of his viewing crystal. "Mortals, ponies, why can't they ever make up their minds?"
>Putting on his best salesman's voice, the Prince of Plots whispers into the slight nick in the soul gem, ignoring the Dark Eldar's soul moaning in bliss. >"Calm yourself little Bren, and listen to my words." >"What you are hearing is not the manifestation of a maddened being feeling self-pity, nor is it the reminders of wonton destruction and self-loathing." >"You are seeing, and *knowing*, the spiritual transformation of one that has lived through greater suffering and misery in it's life than your species remembers. You may not be one of Silver's descendants, yet I am quite sure that you do, at least, respect those whom came before you, so imagine now what it is like for him to admit his crimes, knowing that your merest words could destroy all he has. Give him a chance to make amends for himself peaceably, and you SHALL be rewarded for it!" >Sitting back with a satisfied smile, Tzeentch picks up his glass, pausing once more to nod in triumph. "Just as pla- ..wait a century, I ordered stirred and yet this is.. shaken? ..SLAANESH! GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN IMMEDIATELY!"
>Listing to the side, wide eyed and shocked, Bren finally blinks herself back into reality with a puzzled and moderately disturbed expression. "Ah.. un'erstand what'cha were s'worried about 'afore-"
>Glancing down at your hand on her leg, then up to you, she nods, cracking a relieved smile in return. "Ya were a slave ta somepony ya couldn't control, an' now that she cain't reach ya, yer freer than ya've ever been."
>"Ah dunno who ya are or were Seench, but remem'er this: if'n ya've lied ta me.. Ah'll find ya, one way er'another." "Ind, Ah'm jes' gonna say this once: Ah ain't gonna love no one else as much as you."
PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #1/2: Silver, the Empress' Legacy >>20662125 >Turning to face you with a slightly disbelieving stare, you find Silver's skin was indeed living metal, much warmer than Pella or Mist Dancer, though it had a firmness you'd rather associate with titanium rather than flesh. >Recovering from the contact with a blink, the silverine earth pony lifts her shoulders in a self-depracating shrug. "We do not share enough similarities. I cannot offer an answer that I have not experienced the pains of, thus yours will not be the same as mine was."
>Forcing her right ear to cease twitching, the Empress leans forwards, setting her chin on the coffin's edge, eyes closed in contemplation. "It is not possible to forget, for without failure even the mightiest of dragons is nothing more than an unfulfilled malcontent. All past mistakes have the potential to teach lessons, giving oneself knowledge and inspiration to guide themselves further. In time, those lessons become wisdom, which may be shared to others. All Creation wishes to create a solid future that cannot be shaken, whether by plague or war."
>Rolling her ears around slowly while she thinks, the psion sighs quietly, green glowing eye opening to lock onto yours. "Many that do not consider themselves worthy of chance simply exist, without true thought or pure emotion, lost in a span of time they can neither retreat from nor expand to without intervention from another. I too fell victim to that error, seeing your species as nothing but another planar or otherworldly nuisance at best, menace at worst. You have nothing to fear, as fear itself is but the unknown: a nuisance at worst, an annoyance at best."
PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #2/2: Silver, the Empress' Legacy >Lifting her head up, Empress Silver turns her attention to the left, silent for several minutes as she debates with herself. >Facing away from you with a nod, Silver's face tightens, her voice dropping to a low mutter. >Swinging her head back to you, the earth mare smiles a fraction, self-disgust clearly written across her features.
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>>20798959 >>20799047 >I silently ponder her advice, raising an eyebrow at her ears seeming to move against her will. >Looking away, I nod at some parts, while occasionally glancing at her with an inquisitive look on my face. >And then, she drops the bombshell on me. >I stare with eyes open slightly more then usual. >Is...is she talking about... >... >She is. >I gravely nod at her suggestion, releasing a heavy sigh. "I will accept your aid...though, I would like a description of what it entails. However-"
>I hold up a single finger to emphasize my interjection. "-I need to know...is she irredeemable at this point? I...well, I didn't really know her, but Mist said that she used to be a good pers- err, pony. Mare. Whatever."
>I sigh once more. "I just want to know if I can get Mist's friend back. Or, if I have to..you know."
>I mock a pistol with one of my hands, then make the 'hammer' come down. "But...I will do what I have to. Either break her out of it...or end her suffering."
>I fold my hands over themselves, feeling my gut drop. >Feels the same as when I had to.... >No matter. Anonymous
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>Stealthily, I start stroking my sausage. >My sausage is becoming more and more firm and my comrades are none the wiser, this shall be good day. >My sausage is almost done cooking >Comrades see sausage >shyet >COMRADES IS JUST SAUSAGE WE ALL DO THIS, YES? >I continue rubbing sausage before they can answer, and am of ejaculating >ivan you got jizz in the autoloader what the fuck
Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20795012 >"Things like that shouldn't happen to non-combatants." "Gruesome. What happened after that? Did you manage to kill it or did it bugger off?"
>"Things must have been pretty desperate for the order to allow killing wounded." >Stroking my beard, I continue. "That brings me to the next question. Why did you come here of all places? Isn't the front lines a better place for someone with your abilities?"
Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20795012 http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XuVLekHcHV0 >Putting everyhing to use, I get one last idea before all of my brain power goes into making my best attempt at fucking what's left of her brains out. >I try putting movement into my underused tail, sending it between my legs and stimulating her clit as best as I can, the rapid movement making it unsteady but doable. >Reaching the limits of my ferocity, my efforts go into keeping it up, starting to feel the fatigue coming on amidst the animalistic pleasure. >Urging myself not to let up now of all times, I feel breaking point fast approaching. >Through raddled breaths, I bring my head back down close to Cu'Nir's, still buried in the nest, trying to spend as little energy on the question of "where do you want it". "C-Cu'Nir, I'm...close."
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>>20797575 >These wings honestly look like they cannot support his weight, and yet he can easily fly around. "Sure."
>Does what he asked, starting clumsily but quickly getting better. "How you get scars? Look like they hurt."
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>Post #1/2: Imeron, Starglow >>20673120 "Wait, then how is that o- uh, girl? Same thing as mare, but for humans, right? Well, from what little news I've heard all humans arrive on Tallus somewhere near the main herd, but-"
>Staring as hard as possible at the two, Starglow's eyebrows raise once she realizes they were running across the water. "You.. do see them walking on the water too, right?"
>Looking up at you with a nagging sense of something wrong, the Crystal barmare stands up straight on the float enchant, studying the Saddle Arabian over critically. "It's almost unheard of to hear or even see a water-walking enchantment, they've been outdated for at least six hundred years. Everypony now just uses float and slowfall instead."
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>From the back, the visor zooms in on a well-oiled and patch laden brown leather jacket, short enough to expose a handspan of semi-tanned white skin and well defined muscles underneath, the cargo pants being leather as well and ringed with a standard heavy duty gunbelt, her light traveler's pack seemingly attached to the jacket. >The right side of the belt held a pistol similar to an H&K USP in a short holster, the other side carrying an odd, futuristic one-handed submachine gun that wasn't an Uzi, while a green and tan combat rifle of some make and model you'd never seen was slung across a light green traveler's backpack, alongside a bright red fireaxe with a sledge head, all four rigid and unmoving. >Judging by her overall excellent physical shape and the fashionably long brown hair, you could tell that she was from twenty-four to thirty-eight in near-perfect condition with no noticeable prior injuries. >From her custom appearing equipment, spectacular speed, exceptional fitness, and numerous enchantments in a two-or-more-but-probably-all-four likelihood, she appeared to have adapted to Tallus just as quickly as the majority of Razorback had. PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #2/2: Imeron, Starglow >>20657667 >The Saddle Arabian on the other hoof was a comically bright neon green, more pegasi than earth pony colored in retrospect, and was around a foot shorter than Luna with a well manicured coat, though fading coat near her hooves and ears. >Partially toned but firm seeming muscles moving in tandem as she struggles to keep up with the human, you estimate the mare's age to be from forty to fifty years, and considering that the Saddle Arabians you'd seen all wore cloaks, saddles, or were festooned in jewelry, this one had some marked distinction you weren't aware of. >As the woman slides to a halt on the translocation stone, she turns a bit, waving both hands at the tall pony in frantic hurry gestures, rapidly tapping a set of runes as the mare is close enough to step on. >Flexing her shoulders to loosen the muscles she'd been tensing, Starglow's eyes search Imeron for several moments, then turns with a dismissive shrug. "Very, very odd. I'd like to know what they're doing so I'll ask around if I get enough time, but I think we've got a little bigger problem to attend to."
>Air sliding towards the hut, the aquamarine mare slowly grinds to a halt as the other Crystal pony's eyes travel northwards, sizing each other up. >Submitting to the Crystal barmare's superior aggression after a minute, the cloaked pony deflates, head swinging at the thatched door with a defeated sigh. >Turning back with a triumphant but strained smile, Starglow points a hoof at the door, subdued hostility radiating from her expression and tenseness. "That was easy enough, but let's go on in-"
>"BEFORE I LOSE IT RIGHT HERE AND START CRACKING SKULLS RIGHT NOW!" Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20800904 >Razorback Fortress Fountain: Steel Blitz >As you begin to focus on the dark red pegasus's wing joints, he stiffens quickly, before almost turning into putty in your hands. >Blitz's shoulders slump and his wings fall to his sides, limply. "AH-Ohhhhhhhyeahhhhh that's the spot riiiiight therrrrre...."
>He closes his eyes, tongue sticking out of his mouth as you figure out that one spot. >You could swear he was holding back a moan, at some points. >Looking over at you, then the wounds on his side, he doesn't have you stop the massage as he starts. "Couple years back, when I was a... mmm recruit. Was in... Canterlot, Aster too. She was-AHmmm... guarding some noble.. got attacked by a gryphon assassin. I got the jump on him before he could... ahhhhh-kill Aster, but he got me too. Then Aster managed to...unf-kill him. She and I have been partners... since then."
>Sighing one more time, he politely shrugs your hands off, as he stretches his wings out as far as he can before folding them back into his side. >Blitz adjusts his neck quickly before looking up at you, graciously, and with a big relaxed smile on his face. "Wow! My wings haven't felt that good, in months! Thanks, Com-rad."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20802251 >This certainly doesn't seem awkward to a random passerby. >Eh, I just keep working despite the implications. >Listens to his explanations, before blinking. "What is gry-phoon?"
>Shakes head and stands back up. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20802599 >Razorback Fortress Fountain: Steel Blitz "Gryphons? They're a race that's two animals combined; front half is usually some type of bird, while the back half is some kind of big cat like a lion."
>Blitz stretches his limbs out, as he continues. "They LOVE to hunt! So much they like to try and sneak into the Everfree, from time to time, and hunt warmer weather animals, even though they're not supposed to. They mostly live in the Vale, which is cold and covered in snow mostly the entire year."
>Satisfied being dry and comfortable, he shivers a bit. "Brrr, I don't think I can take it being cold all the time. The snow is nice to have snowball fights and make snowponies, but eh..."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20802854 "So... what is word? Hybrid?"
>So, kind of like birds of prey, but also mixed with giant cats. >And are hunters, who live in a really cold place called the 'Vale'. >I would have to visit this place some time. "Cold means you alive, still breathing. Reminds you to keep alive by being warm."
>Pats underclothes off with my towel before simply putting my other clothes back on. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20803238 >Razorback Fortress Fountain: Steel Blitz "Hybrid is like... a combining of two or more seperate things into one seemless being, I guess."
>He cocks his head to the side, as he shrugs and goes to put his lightweight armor back on. "Hmm, I suppose. Interesting way of looking at it. So, is there anything else you wanted to do, Com-rad?"
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20803405 "Not much."
>Thinks for a minute. "Anything else to be of doing around here?"
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20800092 >???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp, Established Healer Centre >Sighing happily, the Gryphoness gave you a pleased expression even though her scar tingled abrasively. "Kill it off once the Militia got around to us, took 5 to take him down though."
>Although perplexed by the question for a second, the Healers smile didn't falter at all. "That event was months ago, how I ended up staying in the Vale was due to -you- killing Servit the Bastard, once he was slain myself and others who were not fit for border defenses went to the Vale to help rebuild. And just like generations before us we stayed there once it was rebuilt along with the rest of those that migrated."
>>20800617 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >The lip of the nest bed resembled a waterfall with all the sexual fluids that cascaded from Cu'Nirs beaten pussy, your powerful jack-hammering hips rapidly pistoning your slick barbed cock into the deepest point of her female humans abused birth canal helped also. >The sensation of you bashing against her cervix, her entire passage filled and stretched and painfully cut, labia wetly smacked by heavily filled balls, drenched body enveloped by matted fur and feather. >All of this had turned her sharp predatory mind into mush, and with new assault on her over sensitive clit by your fluffy tail was the breaking point. >For the first time in what felt like eternity Cu'Nirs body moved, not due to herself, but her human form reacting to a mind shattering orgasm. >Head and upper body arching back as her highs violently shook, the walls inside her vagina constricted around your member, barbs sinking into fresh internal cuts that only prolonged and heightened her climax. >As her head was up in the musk filled air of the lower deck, you saw her face was in full mind broken ahegao mode, the only noise made was coming from her throat as whorish moans tried to escape her salivating mouth. >Knowing Cu'Nir, she would tell you to unload inside her... Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20804024 >And there she goes. >With her brain doing the only thing I imagine it can and going blue screen of death, I see just what's happened to her face, the look of pure ecstasy spurring me on even further. >Trusting my knowledge, and whatever I can interpret of the only noises she's able to produce any more, I keep it up just a little longer as I feel my limit approaching. >I've tried to keep composure this far, but I decide to abandon it and let myself get lost in the bliss. >And as soon as my defenses fall, my eyelids droop and my tongue lolls out of my beak lazily as I finish it off. >As her walls tighten around my member, I feel it coming on, and with a few last power thrusts, I feel the dam break as I finally empty inside her, my movements slowing and my breathing stabilising as the adrenaline begins to flow out of my system. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20803470 >Razorback Fortress Fountain: Steel Blitz >Blitz only has to think for a moment, before brightening with an idea. "Rick and I had just finished a game of ponyshoes when you showed up! Did you want to play a game, with me? It's not that hard to pick up!"
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20804887 "Pony... shoes? What is ponyshoes?"
>What, do you just throw the pony equivalent of boots around? "Never heard of it. Might as well try something new."
>Besides swimming, that was fun. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20804938 >Razorback Fortress Fountain: Steel Blitz >Blitz nods, motioning a wing over for you to follow. "I'll show you how it works. Come on, follow me!"
>He heads back towards the guard encampment, it being rather quiet. >The pegasus leads you to a few courts, with metal stakes spread apart around forty feet apart. >Blitz drags over a nearby wooden box, and opens it, revealing metal black and white horseshoes far too big for any of the small ponies here to use. "So, the game is pretty simple: you get three tosses a turn, closest ponyshoe to the stake is one point, and a ringer is two! First to seven wins!"
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"Now, you try!"
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20805086 "Okay..."
>Follows him, looking around even though I've been in this fortress for a while. >Always a good idea to recheck locations, never know when you'll find something new. >Takes the white shoes, and inspects them while watching him toss. >This... looks fairly easy. [1d6] <Shoe 1
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20795941 >Vale, Corvrens Inn >Your little scuffle against your own drunk mind turned your body into a projectile, hurtling itself against another patron of the Inn. >Who was beak deep into a loin steak while listening to a couple of old feather brains squawk it out between each other, which was interrupted by you pushing the eating Gryphon in the middle of their heated argument. >To riled up, the two catbirds pounced on the choking youngster and began to beat the beak into his face only for the youngster in question to use his superior strength to get out from under their combined assault. >Only for him to knock into a Underling carrying over several platters of food over to other tables, knocking them over to a dozen other Gryphons... >... >Before long the small population of patrons were in an all out fierce brawl, with anything and everything being thrown or used as a weapon. >You, for some reason have been thrown against the wall, back hurt but thankfully not in the think of the fighting. >Because in the centre was Corvren, who's bellowing roars of joy were accompanied by catbirds sailing through the pubs heavy atmosphere. Anonymous
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20805116 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Blitz manages a ringer on his first and third throw, scuffing a hoof into the grass on his second fail-throw. >You manage to make a ringer, yourself, and getting one ponyshoe closer than Blitz's lone shoe. "Nice, one! So I got two ringers, and you got one ringer and one closest to the stake. So I have four points, and your have three."
>He trots over to the shoes, and sorts them out so you can take your three white ones. "You still got a chance to beat me!"
>The pegasus sets himself up to throw again. [1d6] <Shoe 1
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>>20806199 >Eyes wide with shock and fear, Vick had no idea what the fuck was going on >Some gryphon had taken advantage of his confused state to throw him against a wall, fucking catbirds >Lifting one hand up to his head, the other went to his back >Both working away at either an oncoming headpain or actual back pain, he got to work at rising to his feet >By now of course, the entire inn was a ruckus, with gryphons flying this way and that as the advantageously sized Snow Giant mauled as many of his unruly customers as he could >It was becoming fairly clear that he may have to fight his way out of this mess... and he was essentially weaponless >Especially since murder wasn't on his to do list >Grabbing a nearby chair, he launched his foot out at one of the legs, in the hopes of breaking it off for use as an impromptu non-lethal beating stick [1d6] E. melee
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Thrill-Collins !!6IKBAl8YLmy
>>20801968 >>20801975 >Fillies, femmes. Mares, misses. Teats, tits. Same thing, from a vaguely biological viewpoint, right? >Moreorless, moreorless. >Right now, there was a mare. And a miss. Running across the water. Jesus, was it a miracle? >Not really, by Collins' standards. Magic, real magic was already starting to jade him. >Ladies could pretend to be sawn in half, you'd ooh'ed, aah'ed and clapped and called it a day. You'd be satisfied with that. >Now it was all unicorns and psions and runesingers breaking all the previously known laws of physics and biology, and that barely raised an eyebrow these days. >But yeah, back to the water-walking enchantment. That got Starglow's attention. >The well-to-do appearance of the girl and her association with the Saddle Arabian piqued Collins'. >Apparent partners. And apparently on the lam. Too hurried and too far off in the distance to have properly noticed Collins and Starglow. Nopony was chasing them. >Thieves? They probably had the enchantments for it. Assassins? The girl was prepared to kill, from what she was packing. Potentially using Razorback as cover? >Suspicious as hell. Questions had to be asked. >They just weren't the ones Collins was going to be asking right now. The thatched door loomed ahead. Starglow was all tension and tail flicks. They were loping round the edge of the herd now. Somepony had to be the high horse. >Collins felt dread and bile rising. There were far too many conclusions to jump to. They were going to pick up on her scent. She was alive. She was well. She was being taken advantage of. Herds abandon the sick and weak, right? For twenty years? They shoot horses, don't they? 1/2
Thrill-Collins !!6IKBAl8YLmy
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>>20808770 >He decided against trying to calm Starglow down somewhat. Maybe she had it all under control. Maybe he needed to be just as tense, just as hostile. How does a family justify leaving their daughter to rot for twenty years? Away from seeing her children grow up? What kind of family condoned that? Wasn't that reason enough to be angry? At them? At Cadence? >Collins froze at the doorway, exchanging a glance with the cloaked pony, then with Starglow. >Just like Naliyna. The misplaced anger. The lack of direction. The sense of being shackled to the past. And not wanting to let go. >That was all him, he realised, finally stepping through. That had been him all along. The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
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>>20749270 >The drive through the prairies had cleared Lont's mind up, and after recent events he needed sometime alone with his old friend tearing up the earth. >Better then staying who-knew-how-many hours in the clinic, no offense to Tipsy, but going back there again twice in a row after a mission did not bode well for his soul. >And what he couldn't care less was the condescending attitude from the green skinned humanoid and his stance on 'coincidence' and 'luck', for right now it damn well looked like bad luck and coincidence. >This string of poor events won't stop him however, with strengthened determination he returned to base, intent on making shit change. [1d6+4] E.Driving
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>Slowing down as he entered the main west gate, Lont drove up to the Noticeboard where he got off his idle bike and took down the Itam/Etam request since it was finished. >Moving over to the Bulletin Board he wrote down an update for the recent mission. -BULLETIN BOARD UPDATE-
>Itam/Etam mission complete. >Though it wasn't what it seemed, as it appeared Zigri nor Shanis knew about the green armoured Minotaur since they never mentioned it or the fact the area myself, Pare, Kraut and Mothra (A new pony that is...a form of moth?) was actually an arena where we were aided by Dul the Siren. >Yes, a Siren. A otherworldly pink/purple being. Maybe Planar. >For more info radio Pare. -Lont
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Sighing in frustration in that was the only information he could give, he remounted his Outrider and drove off to the Pagoda. >"I'm going to get some damn answers, even if it means going to the 'Queen of Mercenaries' lair." >Arriving at the portalstone Lont began to write down an order for the rogue circle. >"Hopefully it'll be faster then Lucky, though she could be coming tomorrow night for all I know." >Done with the letter, he gets off his bike only to tap in the co-ordinates for the rogue circle and placing the letter before returning to his Outrider. >Parking the Outrider and shutting the engine off within the Workshop he walked over to Lann and collected the clothes, giving the chubby a warm hug in thanks with a determined smile. >Back in the armoury he changed his clothing pic related, without the armour . >Before closing Echo locker he took out his Salade helm and Bevor along with his Gunblade and returned to the Workshop. >Going over to Krinza the Vagabond Warrior gave the unicorn his Bevor and Salade, while showing off his new wares to Lann sitting closeby.
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20809596 >Turning to Spiral with a disarming grin, he walked over to the Elemental with open arms. "Spiral, after some thinking and recent events I would like your help. I would like a cuirass made, along with this-"
>He showed Spiral his Gunblade in one extended hand. "To be converted to the revolver Kraut used in our last mission together, specifically lightening and void elemental based...And, another sword, bigger, much bigger then the Mural Blade."
>Crossing his arms, he let out a camaraderie chuckle. "Though I am only asking you these things IF, and only if you have the time and/or patience."
>"Still up for our little duel, anyway?" The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
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>>20809614 >Drumming his fingers against the crimson fabric of his new clothing, his thoughts went back to the mural blade in Echo locker. "Actually Spiral...Scratch the new sword, just upgrade my current one into a two handed one. If you please."
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20804193 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >Pulsing member ejaculated hot cum into Cu'Nirs violated canal, ropes of sperm covering the wounds covering her ridged insides, adding the cherry on the top of her oblivion. >With a final gargle of drool escaping her flushed face and hanging mouth, tongue dangling out helplessly as the lasts spark of consciousness marked the heated fluid flooding her before she fell back into the nest bed, blacked out from the intensity. >Staying in your position, panting like a wild animal in heat, you soon felt yourself shrivel and retract out of the poor Huntsmasters gaping raw snatch. >With little strength that remained you climbed into the nest bed, placing Cu'Nir under a warm metallic wing, her used nethers leaking out the hours of juices into a pool. >...Its the Captains and Orres's problem now. >Waking up twenty minutes later the Captain shakily dropped out of the nest bed he was flopped into, senses stinging for some reason. >Coming to, it was only then did he notice the recent activities. >Or rather the after effects, mainly the heavy lingering smell of sex and the destroyed nest next to the one he woke up in. >And the puddles of mixed liquids from yourself and Cu'Nir. >Somehow finding the strength to not vomit, the Captain dragged himself to the open deck, where the flesh ripping winds promised haven from the intense pungent stench of fucking. "Amo o' gottino paod agaoin?"
Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20811918 >Watching her fall unconscious feels like an achievement, some additional form of gratification knowing that I went and completely broke her. >I can only hope that won't stop her from wanting to do it like this again in future. >As the adrenaline runs out, I feel the exhaustion taking hold as my foreleg begins to wobble. >Pulling her into the center of the bed and wrapping my wings around her, a strange feeling on my forehead reminds me of something I forgot to see to. >I trace my tongue around my beak and between my eyes, cleaning her residue off of me before I pull her head into my crest tightly. >Before long, the tiredness claims me too, falling into a sleep of depth I'm not sure I've experienced before. Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP
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>>20798901 >>20798927 >after she finishes, Indurian leans forward and quickly throws his arms around Bren, hugging her tightly "Good. I was worried you might reject me now, knowing what i really am."
>he releases the mare and leans back, taking one of her hooves in his hand again "But I see now that I truly do belong here, now. And my past can never change that."
"Perhaps now i might be able to repent for my crimes, and return to my true nature - a purveyor of justice and godly retribution."
"But most importantly, protecting those who have shown me kindness."
>Indurian exhales and turns back to the bar, leaning back in his chair "All of this reminds me that Allys still has not surprised me as I had asked. I wonder what is keeping her."
"And in any case, I could use another of those delicious beverages."
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Kraut Space Wizard !Krautc0lNU
>>20755993 >Looks like I'm not the only one who wasn't happy with our results. "Yeah, that's a lot easier to say when you're still new, but I've been here since the beginning and I still consistently make the same mistakes as I did day one."
>I turn onto my side to face Mothra. "Damn, I'm sounding pissier than usual; hey, you remember the whiskey I mentioned earlier? Hows about you go grab it; there's a bottle in the compartment between the seats and another bottle in the trunk."
>Ah alcohol, my dear kinda distant but always available friend. The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >>20812465 >Going down under deck after switching off with the Captain and cleaning off the open deck as best he could, Orres went under a couple of hours later to wake Simon and Cu'Nir up. >Being told what to expect the Keythong did not feel violated by the lingering smell nor have a shit fit due to a nest bed and part of the floor being destroyed. >Although confused at the male Gryphon and female human who he swore were opposite genders when he last saw them, he decided to wake Cu'Nir first to not risk the ire from the larger Gryphon. >Having left Cu'Nir after rousing her from a deep slumber, the Huntsmaster aimlessly wondered the lower deck working on her movement. Though thanks to Simons thorough fucking left her moving with an awkward gate. "Heh...Thanks Simon."
>Believing she has mastered the walking on two legs without a tail or wings, Cu'Nir went to Simons side to 'clean' him up before she woke him up too. >"I'll just put this tongue to use to lick 'Master' Simon clean, don't vant any female Keythongs thinking they can have him!" Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20815329 >The beneficial warmth of a body covered in fur and feathers keeps me sound asleep through more than usual. >That said, it doesn't keep me under forever. >Slowly cracking my eyes open, I stretch out and fold up my still unfurled wings, noticing Cu'Nir's not between them. >Which is when I see her heading over to the bed. >With some trouble using a foreign mouthpiece after just waking up, I smirk. "Glad to see you're still able to walk."
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20815512 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir "Difficult, don't know how you can valk at all, making it look easy."
>Sighed as nest bed took her weight, crawling down to your lower half where she breathed in the mess left behind. "Vhich is good seeing how ve vill be arriving soon, so let me help you clean up."
>Wiggling her red behind in front of your beak, she gave you a sultry look before diving into your own nethers with mouth agape. "Master Simon."
>"Saying that out loud is so...exciting!" For a foreign tongue the Huntsmaster was able to use it perfectly, earning herself a 'quick meal' too along with making you spotless before moving onto herself. UNF! >With a bit of trouble the female human was able to re-equip the Brigandine armour and other equipment, and after laughing heartily at your own attempts to equip the heavy armour she gave a helping hand too. >Feeling the landboat lurch to a crawl, Cu'Nir gave you a pleased nod, metallic arms crossed as she looked you over. "Ve made it on time by the looks of it, vill be disembarking soon. Quite the Alpha you too."
Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20815714 "Well, when you've spent twenty four years of your life in one body, using it becomes second nature pretty early on."
>Watching her creep lower and lower surprises me - didn't think she'd be going again that quickly. >Not complaining, of course. >As we arrive, Cu'Nir's words put a smile on my face, looking like she enjoyed it as much as I did. "Glad to hear I'm not the only one of us who thought that was incredible."
>With the pair of us back in our gear, ready to get going, I figure there's some things she's going to need to know in case we end up in any combat scenarios. "Right, if we're going to be spending some time getting to know each other in a way I'm certain nobody else can, we're going to need to teach each other the basics. There's a fair bit to cover, so I'll start."
>I saunter behind Huma'Nir, still wobbly on a new set of legs, one claw on her shoulder to stop myself falling flat on my face, the other grabbing gear, piece by piece so I can make sure she knows how to be useful in my body. (1/X)
Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20815714 >>20815862 "First things first, weapons. You have the Fangs, which work obviously enough. Stabbing, stabbing, and more stabbing."
>"Variety is the spice of life." "Second one's a bit more complex - my M9."
>As it sits in my palm (if that's what it's called), I tap the different parts of it with a claw as I talk. "This thing on the side is the safety. If that's on, the gun won't fire. You're going to need to have bullets in it as well, so keep an eye on your ammo; you can only fire a certain amount of rounds until the magazine's empty. When that happens, you're going to need to eject the empty one, and replace it with a new one from your leg pouch. If the old mag ran dry, and there's no bullet in the chamber, you'll need to pull the slide back once the new mag's in place to load the first round."
>I put the pistol into her right hand, and guide her to grab one of the sai. "A good way to use them together is to hold the gun with your right hand, and the sai in your left, crossing the right over the left so it sits at the ready by the side of the gun. This isn't suppressed, so it makes a loud bang: better to use both sai at once if you're trying to be sneaky."
>Putting the sai back, I bring the gun closer to the center of her view, determined to make sure she'll be able to hold her own. "You see that bar with a gap in it? You want that little notch at the end of the gun to fit inside there, that's how you know where the gun is pointing, and the laser sight will help with that, too. You can switch it on or off easily, it's at the other end of the gun, under the barrel."
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Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20815714 >>20815862 >>20815873 >Done with the firearm, I put it back into the holter as best as I can with my claws. >Next topic was grenades, as I pull out the first one I make contact with. "My grenades all work the same way - this ring is what you pull to pull out the pin. The pin keeps this lever in place. Once the lever flies off, the grenade is active, the idea being that it comes off and goes live once it leaves your hand. The bulbous ones are fragmentation grenades. Simply put, you pull the pin, let the lever fly, and you have three seconds until it explodes. Make sure you announce when you're throwing one, and that the area's clear of any friendlies. Shrapnel doesn't discriminate."
>Carefully putting it back, I grab one of the other two kinds. "The one that looks like a cylinder is a smoke grenade. Makes a big cloud of smoke, obviously, and the other one is a flashbang. Again, make sure you announce whenever you throw one so that people have time to react, you don't want to blind anyone but your enemy."
>Replacing them, I run through what else she might need knowledge of in my head. "In your leg pouch, there's a Claymore and the Combined night vision and thermal goggles, the beige slab and what looks more like eyewear, respectively. The Claymore's a mine, set to go off if the lasers it emits are broken, and the goggles will let you use night vision, helping you see things in the dark, and thermal imaging, giving you a visual representation of temperatures of objects. In the backpack is some C4, the grey plastic bricks. You can set those up to go off on a timer, or use the detonator, which you've seen before. There's a snake cam which is handy for seeing under doors, a Swiss Army knife which'll be helpful if you're trying to set up some explosives, and the rest you might not need. But if the times comes you need to use something and you don't know how, just ask."
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Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20815714 >>20815862 >>20815873 >>20815883 >Taking a step back, I take my turn to ask some questions. "That should be everything you need, so what have I got at my disposal?"
Fuck you, character limit The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20815862 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >Licking her lips to get every last drop from her salty snack, she took an exaggerated gulp to down it all. "Incredible' is putting it lightly, I can get behind being used like that more often."
>>20815873 >>20815883 >>20815895 >After explaining and demonstrating every aspect of your gear to Huma'Nir, she manhandled each one herself to get a feel for them. >Once her hand-eye co-ordination was good enough she re-holstered her(your) weapons, turning to you, she crouched down and brought a slender metallic hand to a wing. "Now your turn, Sadly I cannot help you vith your vings for flight, but I can for combat."
>Getting up, she unfurled one gently and stretched it to its full length, appreciating you holding the weight up by yourself. "Just like vhat I'm doing now Simon, bring your ving out to its fullness vhen charging or close up. Since they are metal you can use them as a bludgeoning veapon, though the armour running up most of the ving can be used too."
>Letting go, she grabbed one of the tungsten blades with a heavy grunt. "Phew...Now. You've seen me vield these before, the trick is momentum and balance. Use your vings and tail to keep balance vhile you follow the heavy blades momentum."
>Helping you place the blade under your wing as with the other, she gave you an apologetic shrug. "Not much I can say for those, now THESE-"
>Shuffling over to the belt at your midriff she scrounged through each pouch, producing a Soap Cube and explaining before replacing them securely. "You have two of each."
"Elemental Combustion, whichever element the Cube explodes in is the explosion produced. Example if thrown in the air if vill cause a shockvave."
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>>20816803 "Green heals you, golden translocates you from one point to vhere you placed the other golden cube. Yellow sends messages to others by writing names down onto the sides of the cube."
"This grey one vith the colourful runes is a Shield, vhen thrown down it vhite runes encircle you, protecting you from harm for a time."
"Tracking rune emits light and sound, growing in intensity the closer you get to your target."
"And lastly is this Silver Cube, it disables a Psions power."
>Standing up to her full height, she scratched behind her ear trying to think of what else to say. "I suppose that is it, vas any of that helpful?"
>Stepping down into the under deck, the Captain sighed in relief as the stench was gone. "We'ro horo, tomo to goto off."
>Glancing to the Captain then back to you, Huma'Nir stroked under your beak, giving you a humorous grin. "Ready to return to vork, Master?"
Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20816803 >While my expression remains calm, my mind celebrates a success over the fact she's up for it again. >Definitely something I can get used to. "Good, because I can't believe I've never taken the lead like that before. And it's something I'm definitely going to jump at the chance for again."
>My mind goes off on a tangent, knowing that's a possibility opened up, wondering what others are out there that could become a reality, pausing to listen and retain the information. >Following along as she gave her synopsis, I thankfully find it easy to draw parallels between the cubes and grenades. >Though what a Psion is goes right over my head. I can only assume it's something to do with the mind, given the Psi prefix. >As for the blades, it sounds close enough to melee combat that I get an idea of what to expect, as in making sure it's me swinging the weapon and not the other way around. "I think I'll do better with that knowledge, thanks."
>And with that, my mind continues the train of thought it was previously on, something I manage to disguise as the Captain re-appears. >My attention gets stolen as Cu'Nir scratches under my beak, a foreign feeling that I can just feel myself reacting to like a cat would, my eyes closed and my head pushing into her hand without taking a second to question it. >Once I realise what I just did, I can feel myself blushing, grateful that feathers would mask it better than skin alone. >Which acts as a more innocent cover to some ideas I just had. >Namely "against a wall" and "in the shower". "Erm, yeah. Let's get going. But I'll be honest, not that I didn't enjoy it earlier, but calling me that...eh, it irks me a bit."
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >>20817215 >Puffing her cheeks out, she acted in mock offense as she turned her body towards the ladder. "Vell I never. Enjoy cleaning yourself then!"
>Holding off the chortles momentarily she gave you a wink as she walked with more confidence for the stairs. "Come, lets investigate this Keythong village, seeing how those ghouls vere steering us avay."
>Even though the landboat had stopped moving Huma'Nir wobbled once or twice climbing the stairs up to the open deck, thankfully a warm metal wing giving her something to stabilize as she moved up. >Meaning you had to be right behind her. >So even though the Brigandine suit hide everything from sight, her sashaying hips made it a tolerable endeavour. "Did not expect this, at all."
>Looking above where the sky should have been was in fact a cavernous roof made from compacted snow, blocking the howling winds outside. >Behind the landboat was a set of heavy wooden log doors, the bang of their closure resounding throughout the village. >And the village itself was quaint in the centre of the dome, the grounds within covered in short grey grass, aqueducts crisscrossing here and there feeding into pools. "I can see vhy Taurom vould be interested in a place like this."
Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20817561 "I can't put my fing- my claw on it, but it just feels...I don't know, weird, but not that nice kind of weird. If I had to try and describe it, it sort of feels like it takes the feeling of it being an act of love away. Makes it feel a bit more...cold? Hollow? Can't find the words for it."
>Putting the most use into these legs I have so far, slowly and carefully making my way up goes well enough. >And it's a good thing I'm already trying to keep my body in check from the lewd thoughts going through my head, because the constant view of Cu'Nir's backside only compounds the problem. >The acknowledgement that there's no clothing to help makes me put more attention to it, though, and I cope. >Just. >Looking over the village's surprising location makes me glad it's not going to be as cold here as I've felt earlier. "Reminds me of the enclave we moved everything into when the base was under attack."
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >>20817681 >Crossing her arms for nothing better to do with them, her sharp eyes scanned the nearby area surrounding the landboat. "If you feel that vay, then I von't call you 'Master' anymore. Besides, you know very vell our love is real, my Hunter."
>Looking you in the predatory eye, her pale cheeks grew red in affection with a soft smile, dipping somewhat when trying to recall what she was doing at the time of the siege. "I do not think you ever vent into detail about vhat happened during those times. Should have been there though, to lend aid to Razorback."
>Dropping the gangway onto a raised walkway, Orres turns to yourself and Huma'Nir, strong fur covered foreleg beckoning you to come with. "Time to get this job done."
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>>20818551 "Thanks."
>Unable to find something more appropriate to say in relation to such a relatively delicate topic, I wrap my wing around her as we stand together on the deck, looking out at the village. "Not sure where we were or what we were doing when it happened, I don't think I knew about it for a fair while. And if Stalliongrad's anything like it sounds, their combatants would've made it very risky. Riskier than I'm willing to delve into."
>Leaving the boat, I try and find where our contact seems likely to be from this distance. [1d6+7]<Perception
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Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20806965 "Is odd game."
>Picks the three ponyshoes up and watches as he tosses his, before rolling my shoulders. >Narrowing my eyes a bit, I throw mine as well. [1d6] <Shoe 1
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>>20814633 "Uhh... Okay."
>Gets to my hooves with a slight groan, before walking out of the clinic. >As I walk through the door, I spread my wings and start flying to the workshop, deciding to get this over with as quickly as possible. >Once entering the Workshop, I head straight to the Wild Ride and start digging for the bottle. "Where is it..."
>Once finding the whiskey bottle, I zip back out and head back. "Fuff fif."
>At least I didn't put the bottle's neck in my mouth. (pic unrelated by quite a bit) Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20818886 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz "Eh, it's easy, you can play it a lot of times."
>Cheering at the two ringer of his own Blitz watches as you get a ringer as well. "Well, that's definitive. Two ringers for me, and one for you!"
>He nudges your leg, playfully, despite your lose. "Pretty good! I've honestly never seen this many ringers in so few games, so that's something!"
>As he collects the shoes, and sorts them, a devilish grin forms on his face. "Wanna play again? Why don't we make a little... bet, this time? Go ahead, make a wager."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20819119 >Raises eyebrow. "Am not good better. You make wager."
>Takes my ponyshoes from him. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20819157 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >A little surprised that you agreed to a bet, the pegasus thinks for a moment. "Hmm... okay. If you beat me, I'll show you a neat way to help improve your senses! If I win..."
>He rubs a hoof to his chin, in contemplation. "If I win, you give me another wing massage! Those hands really really work into the muscle!"
>Blitz takes his ponyshoes, and holds them to the side. "You can have first throw."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20819299 "Hmm... Alright."
>Cracks neck and sighs a bit, before readying my shoes. [1d6] <Shoe 1
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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20819324 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz "Alright, a ringer already! Let's see if I can beat that."
>Blitz readies his first shoe, and gives it a toss. >'Really want that massage..' [1d6] <Shoe 1
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Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20819348 >Not bad. >"I want to see what he'll teach me if I win. Could be something really useful." [1d6] <Shoe 1
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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20819382 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Blitz flaps his wings, having made a ringer and got both of his other shoes closer then your's. "Alright! So, that's four for me, and two for you."
>He lines the stake up, again, and tosses his shoes. [1d6] <Shoe 1
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Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20819432 >"I'm probably going to lose again." >Lines up the tosses and lets loose. [1d6] <Shoe 1
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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20819456 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Where two of your shoes made it very close to the stake, Blitz only managed to match one of his with your's. "Oop, what happened there? Okay, one for you. So four to three, now!"
>Blitz gathers his shoes and tosses, them again. [1d6] <Shoe 1
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Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20819544 >"I only need one more, then I can learn a skill that might be helpful. Would probably be tracking better." [1d6] <Shoe 1
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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20819583 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Both of you make another ringer, each, scoring another two points for you and Blitz. "Coming down to the last throw, again."
>You manage to toss a few shoes near the stake. >'Just need to get... one..' [1d6] <Shoe 1
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Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20819620 >Well, I lost. "Good game."
>Rubs hands, before looking down at him. "I believe I owe massage."
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20819632 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Matching your first two shoes, Blitz manages to get a ringer on his last throw. >He goes to leap in the air, at his victory, but restrains himself. "Heh, good game, Comrade!"
>As you remind him of the wager, his muzzle crinkles a but as he looks around. "Okay, but not here. Somepony might get the wrong idea."
>Blitz quickly stashes the shoes into their box, pushing it back where he found it. "Just... follow me to my tent."
>Through an ocean of multicolored tents, all raised from the ground on wooden platforms about half a foot. >Eventually, he stops in front of a blue 10'x16' tent with a white insignia stitch into it: A quarter moon crossed by two lances. "In here, this is where I stay."
>Opening the tent flap, the space inside is rather impressive. >A mattress, mat underneath, and pillow and blanket were neatly tucked into one corner. >There was a skeletal mannequin, which seemed to be designed to hold his armor. >A footlocker was open next to it, with some personal effects and what looked like cleaning equipment to his armor. >Next to that, was a saddlebag. One flap was open, revealing several more of his wing darts, most likely spares. >Other than that, a mirror, and a wash basin everything was arranged in a way to feel comfortable and convenient, probably to move at a moment's notice. >As you examined his living space, Blitz was already at work removing his armor, again, placing it and his helmet onto the mannequin. "I'll be one second."
>Flaring out one wing, at a time, he goes over to the open saddle bag and unhooks the barbed darts one at a time and places them in there. >Then he removes his dark purple wing blades, with a flick of each feather, each end wielding a hook on it. >He places them over the foot locker, and walks over to his bed, sitting down on the mattress and turn his back to you. "Okay, I'm ready. If you do a good job, as last time, maybe I'll still show you that little trick!"
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Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20819923 "Alright."
>Watches as he puts the stuff up, before following him into the sea of tents. >That's the mark on his rear, I believe. >Will have to ask him about it later. "Looks better than my old room."
>That wasn't a lie; I sleep in a rather empty room when I was growing up. "Sounds good."
>Gets onto the mattress next to him and kneels down, before cracking my knuckles. [1d6] B. Melee (massage)
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>>20820188 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz "If you think this is nice, wait until you check out one of the rooms for you humans! I heard they have personal bathrooms."
>Warming up, he shivers a bit the moment you put your hands back onto his wing joints, but relaxes once you get into a decent groove. "Ahh-mmm..."
>He sighs, comfortably, as you work the muscles up near his shoulders. "Mmm, can you got a bit lower, on the bottom portion? Little... stiff there."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20820277 "Haven't had a personal bathroom."
>Bottom portion? Alright. >Lets see if I can find something particularly in need of a massage. [1d6] B. Perception
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>>20820335 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Managing to find one spot on his left side, Blitz's wings fall to the mattress's sides with a *FLUMP*. "Mmmmm, yeah. Rigth therrrre..."
>The dark red pegasus slumps his shoulders as he closes his eyes, sighing heavily. >'She's... really good at this.' "How about the-mmm the sides? Can you get a-ahhh... little deeper, please?"
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20820437 "Sure."
>Does what he asks, pausing a moment to crack my knuckles again. [1d6] < Massage (B. Melee)
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>>20820472 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >You think you push a little too deep, as Blitz winces slightly, but is still enjoyign himself. "Ahhh, maybe ease up a bit."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20820534 "Sorry."
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>>20820570 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz "S'okay, just-annng..."
>Easing up, and feeling around a bit, you manage to find one spot, and focus on it. >A shiver goes up Blitz's spine as he groans into his throat, tongue hanging to the side as her starts melting into your hands. "Ahhhhhng, whatever you did there is niiiiiiiceeeeee...."
>As you shift a bit to get a more comfortable position, behind him, you lean over his shoulder and spot something in-between his hind legs, slowly rising. >It's easily spotted, matte black against his dark red coat. >You're pretty sure what it is, and he hasn't even seemed to notice it himself. >Too engrossed in his game-winnning massage to know... or care. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20820677 >A shiver goes up Blitz's spine as he groans into his throat, tongue hanging to the side as he starts melting into your hands. Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20820677 >>20820691 >Well... This escalated quickly. >But I'll ignore it for now. If it gets bigger I'll point it out. >Or... Something. It has been a while, after all. >Eh, he might think I'm creepy. >Shrugs to myself and continues massaging. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20820752 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Ignoring the impromptu erection, you continue to massage Blitz in the same spot. >He's resorted to heavy sighs and groans, maybe a little panting here and there. >The Nightclaw leans his back into you a bit, unconsciously, absolutely loving the attention. >So much, that his once limp wings started to rise from their slump on the mattress and were slowly gaining height. >That wasn't the only thing... as the dark mass below him was slowly growing even more. >At a glance, you guess maybe... nine or ten inches. "Mmmg getting... warm in here..."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20820900 >He's... Certainly enjoying this a lot. >What does the wings rising mean? An indication of arousal, perhaps? >Either way, I can't ignore his erection for too long. "Not for me."
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20820941 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Blitz's wings finally lock into place, stiffly swaying back and forth, as you continue to rub down his wing joints. "You.... ungh, sure?"
>He leans his back right into your chest, almost pinning your hands in between his wings and your torso. >The pegasus's eyes are still closed in pleasure, leaning his head into your shoulder as he rubs up against your body. "I think your really warrrrrrrm...."
>And there it is, swaying left-to-right, full attention. >Sweet Motherland, it's almost a foot... >You swear, it's looking at you. >As if waiting... pleading. Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20821099 "Uhh.. thanks?"
>By Stalin it's big. >And almost captivating... almost. >Managing to get a hand out from in between our bodies, I gently grasp it. [1d6] <B. Stealth grasp
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>>20821148 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >You stealthy Soviet hand silently wraps around Blitz's member, not even opening his eyes to check what had grabbed him. >He merely lets out a sharp loud gasp at the sudden contact, breathing heavily as you keep a grip on him. >Letting out a groan from the depths of his mouth, his tongue rolls out, turning his face to the side to rub up against your covered breasts. "OhhhhhhhhComraaaaaad. D-dooon' stooooopppp"
>He jerks his hips a bit in your grasp, signalling you to go further. >You can't really tell if he knows, yet, or not. >Maybe he's just playing dumb... Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20821297 >Well, I committed myself to this. >Starts rubbing my hand up and down his shaft, somehow not finding this uncomfortable at all. "I won't."
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20821442 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >As you start stroking him down, his breathing becomes heavier and ragged. >You can feel his hot breath on your left shoulder, as he's decided to use your lady pillows as cushions to rest on. >Blitz's rod starts to heat up in your hold, and you can feel him start to pulse. >A small clear bead of liquid forms on the tip, threatening to leak over the edge and onto his bed, any moment. >He cracks his eyes, looking up at you graciously, as he begins to rock his hindquarters with your own rhythm. "Fff-faaaaasterrrrrr...."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20821658 "Faster it is."
>Reaches down with my other hand and starts stroking with both. [1d6] <Speed (B. Melee)
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>>20821696 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Picking up speed and firmness, you furiously two-hand Blitz's black sword, which only makes him go more wild. >His eyes are wide open now, looking down at both of your hands working his member then back up at you, drooping back down to half-lidded and a dopey smile plastered on his face. >He's openly groaning into your chest now, digging his snout into your left boob as his breathing quickens up in pace. >At some point, his pre dribbled off his now-flared head and trickled onto your hand closer to the top, only heightening the sensation as it lightly lubricates your efforts. >Blitz pulls his ears back and scrunches his nose a bit, as his shaft pulses dangerously in your double-grasp. "C-comraaad... I'm getting clo-aaaaaaahhhhhnnnnggggggfff!"
>Any moment now. Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20821963 >He's getting close, eh? >Despite thinking it was an accident earlier, I grin a bit savagely. "Nyet."
>Lets go of his shaft and quickly wraps both arms around his torso, keeping his forearms pinned in place as best as I can. "Not yet."
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20822032 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Eyes closed, he nips your left breast through your clothing as he's almost- >Suddenly the mind-blowing feeling was gone. "Huhwha?"
>Your arms wrap around his forelegs,and he attempts to release himself. >Fortunately, you've pent him up to the point where he just can't fight back. >A prisoner in your grasp. >You hold him tight, and he whimpers and eyes you pleadingly, as his member visually pulses in desperation, leaking so much pre it was freely falling onto his bead now. >Knowing he can't escape, he begins trembling in your arms at the sudden loss of sensation and instant denial. "Whawhat-nffffaaahhhhh! Waaaaiiiiiiii!"
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20822203 "Relax. I will of finish."
>Smirks devilishly. "But you have to return the favor. A girl can get lonely in a war, after all."
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Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20822231 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Between his whimpers, his eyes widen, sighing slightly in relief. >He eyes you jarringly, until he gets your proposal, and then nods his head furiously in agreement. "Yeahyeah justmmmmmhhmhmhmhm!"
>Blit'z jet-black member was still beating like a heart, and his hind legs crossing a bit to hold back his imminent eruption. Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20822370 "Хорошо."
>Returns my hands to his shaft, and starts slowly moving my hands up and down. >After a half second of thought, I angle the shaft so he'll erupt straight up into the air. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20822450 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Not understanding Russian, one bit, he does get it when you presume your previous rub-down of his pulsing cock. >Except at a snail's pace, and that's just not cutting it for him. >He thrashes around at the painfully slow build-up, and he looks up at you desperately. >In some strange thought he reaches his head up and licks your jawline, before shaking in anticipation. "Uuunnngggh fffffass-s-s-sterrrrr coooomeooooonnnnn!"
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20822583 >Licks his muzzle back, but does not increase or decrease my speed. "Nyet~"
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20822680 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >His eyes widen as you don't change your pace, still at the crawl of a jerk you've been torturing him with. >Both of the pegasus's rear legs begin kicking at the air and his wings start to lose their stiffness and moves them slightly around, in protest, but not wanting to escape from the intense pleasure decides not to try and break free. "Nananayeeeet? Whyyyyyyyy! What.. duyou.....mmmmf waaannnnt?!?!?!?!"
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20822753 "A girl wants a lot of things."
>Glances down at his writhing form. "But I guess I can finish."
>Rests head on top of his and starts stroking faster, pointing his shaft up towards our heads. Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20804024 "Good to hear, got what he deserved."
>I give her a small smile. "I have yet to clash with the order directly, but when the time comes, I'll make sure to cut off some extra limbs for ya."
>A tired sigh escapes me. >"Must be more tired than I thought." "Well, I can't take ALL of the credit for killing Servit. I had a lot of friends back me up."
>"Good times." "But I did get this magnificent axe for the trouble, though."
>I finish the sentence with a nod to the pile of gear on the floor, on which the axe currently resided. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20822790 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Flicking an ear as you talk, his breathing quickens as you do the same with your pace. >His tongue flops out to the side as the pressure build, once again and he gyrate his hips harder and faster against your hands. >His eyes shoot open, instantly as he feels his peak coming, giving you ample warning. "Annnngff I'm gonna...nnnggg!"
>Blitz's eyes shut tight and shuts his mouth tight, as he begins thrusting hard into your palms, almost to the point where it's difficult to hold on. >Clear pre disappears, as the pegasus's creamy white spunk bubbles out of his black member. >The first spurts up a bit, hitting you on your neck, but his next thrust fires a thick stream of pegajizz up and across his cheek. >Another powerful buck of his hips and he explodes like a geyser, his largest load nailing you smack dab in the chin and trailing over you lips and cheeks. >A fourth blast hits you, again, on your neck and dribbles down the left side of your chest, followed by a fifth small squirt which lands on Blitz's neck. >The rest of his load oozes out of his softening cock and onto your hands as you milk him dry, enjoying every second as he finally comes off down from his high. >He's panting heavily, chest rising and falling, you can practically fee his heartbeat against your bosom as he rests against you. "Th-that wassss.. the bessst.."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20823061 >Closes my eyes as his orgasm hits, just in case his semen reaches my eyes. >Licks what hit my lips off, humming a little. >"Nice, almost bittersweet taste." >The entire time he's cumming, I'm slowly pumping his shaft. >I give him a moment to catch his breath, before whispering in his ear. "Now... Is my turn."
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20823159 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >His breathing finally settling down, he looks up at you with exhausted eyes, widening a bit at your want to go suddenly again. >Dipping his head down a bit, he glances down at his now limp and retracting member as he shakes his head slightly. "You're... gonna have to wait a bit. I don't know how... long humans are ready to go again, but I'm gonna need a few minutes at least."
>He gulps, reactively, as he leans out of your grasp and shakes his wings out a bit. >Blitz looks at you, unknowingly having a sloppy line of his own foal-batter trailing along the side of his face. "Maybe we could, you know, clean up a bit and move this to one of the barracks? I think the whole camp heard what we were doing, in here."
>He whispers the last part to you, redundantly. >Not like the hoots and howlers of stallions, and some mares, outside were any indication. Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20823373 >Chuckles a bit, wiping off the semen on his face. "We find me a room at same time, then."
>Gets up and starts wiping myself off with my hands, liking the taste of his semen. "Ignore them, they maybe jealous."
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20823414 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >Blitz closes an eye as you wipe away his spent seed, nodding after you cleaned him up. "I know Charlie has plenty of rooms, open."
>Directing an ear to the commotion outside, grins proudly. "Those guys out there would LOVE a mare that could keep him going for more than a few minutes."
>He throws you a towel from his footlocker to wipe off with, before grabbing one for himself and drying off his underside. >Feeling it was good enough to walk around, he tosses it next to his bed and looks out his tent. "Come on, Comrade. Let's go."
>He opens the flap open, eyeing a few by-standing guards, who have all lost their grins. "What?"
>An orange pegasus with a blue mane and gold armor looks at Blitz then at you, piping up next to a few guards. ~"W-wait, that's not Aster!"
>The other guards around the pegasus laugh right at him, quickly deflating, one managing to refrain from laughing long enough to speak. ~"Sure doesn't look like it! That's a hundred bits, for each of us, asshole!"
>Scowl on his face, the orange pegasus pulls out a sack of bits and begins distributing their shares, begrudgingly. >As they walk off, Blitz looks over his should and at you. "Don't ask... come on."
>Blitz leads you through the tents and across the Fortress's grounds and over to the barracks, veering to the building on the right. >He opens the door, leading you into a hallways with doors on each side. >Picking one, he opens it to a rather roomy setup: king sized bed, heavy steel locker, dresser, armoire, and a large chest in front of the bed. >A table and two couches are off to the left of the entrance, able to seat 2 on each side easily. >And to the far right, you spot a bathroom, with separate tub and shower. >Pretty. Fucking. Cozy. >Blitz jumps up onto the bed, testing it by bounding up and down a few times. >Feeling satisfied, he sits there, looking at you in anticipation. "So... where were we? I believe it was your turn."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20823839 "Eh, don't know them."
>Finishes wiping myself off, getting what I didn't get to before I was given the towel. >Sure, I still felt a bit sticky but I don't know if I looked presentable or not. "... Have seen worse."
>"By Stalin, this is more than my father used to have!" >We didn't even have a private bathroom in our old house! "Да. You know what that of entails."
>Gets on the bed after taking off my clothing. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20824129 >Razorback Fortress, Guard Encampment: Steel Blitz >As you de-clothe on the bed, Blitz watches intently as you finally remove the wrapping that covered your breast he loved to ogle. >You let those puppies get some air, and the dark red pegasus can only stare at them, with eyes as bis as saucers. "So those are... mmm."
>Already mesmerized, Blitz was already starting on an early chub as he gazes at your gams. >Then he checks out the area between your legs, then down at his member again. >As few quick calculation in his head, and he comes up with an accurate solution. "I... think if we're going to do this, we should take it slow. I'm, uh, kinda on the.... big side, for a pegasus."
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20824484 >Razorback Fortress, Operator Charlie Barracks: Steel Blitz PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #1/3: The Citadel, Hall of Tartarus >Raising an eyebrow at the bits and pieces covering the Hall of Tartarus's arena ground, Hodch rolls his aching shoulders around several times, wondering how he was still upright. >Turning to smile at the harpy's impressed expression at the devastation, he nods at Luna leaving with Jeff and Clemency slung across her back, Twisted and Belltower supporting each other as they stagger off after the Nightmare. "Sleep well, all of you. ...soooo.. you want to help clean up?"
>Grinning at the look of sheer outrage from Chuz`ain, the Nightblade leans down, arching his back forwards and returning her irritated chirp with his own blunt one. "I was joking, just be glad we're not them right now-"
>Swaying to the right at the strain, Hodch grimaces from the never before felt aches across his neck, collapsing onto his side with a sigh. "..forget I asked, none of us are getting any younger."
>Luna's Private Room >>20731784 >>20731812 >Barely able to recognize movement on the enormous fluffy bed, you hear rather than feel Belltower's wing sliding across your back, settling into your free side with an exhausted yawn. "G'nighty night.. ..mmf, not even bite tonight, kee~!"
>Another, much larger body, the only possibility being Luna, sinks into the bed alongside you, her broad wing reaching over to envelop Belltower as well, leaving you to drift off warm and comfortable.. if not so exhausted that thinking was impossible. PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #2/3: The Citadel, Hall of Tartarus >>20750213 "Wait.. what?"
>Opening her eyes and staring up at you, Twisted glances over at Belltower whom lifts a wing in a shrug, the Nightmare nodding to you, then making a 'keep silent' motion, her wing tapping her lips lightly. "Hold up, they've been to the Memorial Village?"
"That is the one, and yes, they have. An incident occurred with a psion finding the core of Flowing Sp-"
"OH FOR FUCK'S SAKES DON'T EVEN FINISH THAT SENTENCE!"
>Throwing a wing up to stop her sovereign from speaking, the Burning Pegasus tosses her mane angrily, snorting in disgust. "I will NEVER get why you're still keeping that crazy fucking Naghtmare around! There wasn't anything worthwhile left in her brain to begin with, and you'd be better off destroying that core, then tossing the pieces into a cake for that fatass Baron to choke on. Let's just get this over with before my mind explodes."
>After being pushed into the most merciless series of training regimens hosted by Twisted, then Luna, and finally the Council Members themselves, you felt, or were, barely alive, six hours of constant 'instruction' and 'training', most of which you felt would be considered torture on any world, let alone this one. >Unable to move without the slightest action taking soul-wrenching effort, you somehow manage to acknowledge being placed across Luna's hips, your arms dangling over her flanks perilously. >Some time later you recall being placed in a hot tub or similar, a pair of unnaturally smooth hooves, Twisted's, massaging you down until you could move again. >Half-dragged, half-supported onto the largest bed you'd ever seen, and certainly the most comfortable one, the tired General flops onto your left side, pinning you against Luna on the right. >Spreading her wide, still hot wing over the both of you protectively, the Lunar Princess snickers before you drop off from reality, making you wonder what was in store when you wake up. PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #3/3: The Citadel, Luna's Private Room >>20825071 >>20825077 >Shortly past dusk, Luna decides to wake Belltower and Twisted first, poking at their sides until they move. >Letting Belltower stretch out, the Nightblade grumbles over her newfound aches, the midnight alicorn sending a silent call for food. "You didn't have to run me through that Luna, I'm not a Journeymare anymore."
"You are still capable of learning and progressing your chosen abilities, regardless of your experience. 'For every drop of sweat in training..'?"
>Glancing over Clemency's still asleep form, the General chuckles quietly, repeating the answer in a low, civil tone. "'Ten drops of blood are spared from the ground.' We both know that one well, but I'm gonna be setting up a training regimen on base, get everypony and everyone in better shape. The last two mistakes I made could've brought one or all of 'em down, and I ain't looking forward seeing one of them get killed again."
>Grimacing at the thought, the three remain mostly quiet for several minutes until four burdened platters arrive. >Two were heaped with crab, shrimp, and what looked like steak, turning out to be copilo, the other covered in a collection of chopped vegetables and fruit, all moderately spiced and steaming. >Placing the human styled dishes on the edge of the bed, the Nightmare carefully wakes Jeff and Clemency, allowing the two more enough time to work out their own aches and pains. >Ensuring they eat through their fatigue, Luna occasionally borrows something from Belltower and Twisted's plates, offering them pieces of steaming broccoli, carrot, and apple with a slight, devious smile. >After the fulfilling meal, the Nightmare grudgingly stands up, not noticing the blue sun having disappeared from her starlit mane. "It is unfortunate as We do not wish to cut this short, but We have serious matters to attend to in Canterlot this night. We shall, however, have Armory access granted to you both before leaving."
PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Shanis & Sweet >>20757211 >Khahlani Island was tribally owned, with likely large tracts of land being awarded to and subsequently needing to be held onto from ritual combat, while also allowing mercenary aid, as indicated by the offer for hunting and exploration rights. >The siren's information wasn't clear, though it seemed as if the battle for whom the owner would be was interrupted by human arrival, considering the minotaur and wraith's lack of focus on Razorback's part, leaving the three potential targets highly important in the conflict. >Recalling the injuries inflicted to the minotaur, you were clueless as to what could possibly cause it's transition from living to undead so quickly, retaining it's intelligence and abilities without any noticeable drawbacks.. or as close to true undead as the organization's files had on the process. >Before you can leave the pagoda, the eight lantern gems on the main beams brighten, several solid clicks occurring on the translocation stone behind you. >Stepping free from the portal, Sweet, unarmored and bouncing on her hooves, stares up at you, her ears twitching spastically in recall, finally giving a wide, happy smile. "Hello! I dunno if I've met you before because I can't remember everything I've done, but I'm Sweet!"
>Strolling out from behind the tall, light brown pegasus, Shanis lets out an amused cross between a sigh and a grumble, sliding herself onto the most comfortable looking couch. "You've met all of them by now, I'm pretty sure.."
>Shifting about until she finds a comfortable spot, the mercenary Captain glances you up and down once, then chuckles dryly. "Hello again. Don't mind her memory issues, we're still working on finding an alchemical memory stabilizer."
>Yawning again, Shanis sets her chin on the armrest, one eyebrow hiking up in tired curiousity. "Hmm.. has anypony taken that elite job offer yet? We have some intel and it's downright strange, so I hope you're the one to talk to about it."
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20823025 >???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp, Established Healer Centre >Chortling for a bit before cutting herself off from the numbness turning to pain, she flicked her light coloured eyes over to the shelves, where some pain dampeners were stored. "Please do, they deserve every loss at this point. I suppose not, but you are here and no one else who helped with ending his miserable life...Save for that one human female that lives in the Vale now."
>Following your nod towards the pile, the Healer goes over every detail on the axe, from its bearded design to the reptilian scales on the handle. "A fine weapon forged for you, suitable even. And that is coming from one who has seen her fair share of weaponry and the wounds they inflicted."
>>20818657 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir >Squinting, Huma'Nir tried to hone in on details about the village that came closer to herself and you, but ended up seeing nothing but blurs instead. "Gah, this is an enjoyable body but it is undervhelming compared to my old body."
>"If I am to stay as this then I vill need to visit Razorback." "I to am not sure, but I believe ve might have discovered those unknown lands and the tower at the time. For us to be on the other side of the vorld vould explain the news missing us. 'Stalliongrad', the name sounds familiar, already leaving a bad taste in my mouth."
>"And I JUST had a filling salty snack!" >Off the docked landboat and onto the raised walkway, you now get a sense of the scale of the dome and the village itself. >At its peak the dome was about 25metres high, but being not a perfect circle the diameter was more then 50metres and closer to 70. >The aqueducts started from the walls and smoothly curved around the village in patterns like some form of modern art piece, the pools at their ends cut into the ground in patterns too. >There appeared to be no fires whatsoever, only glowing gems lighting up pathways next to them on the ground as if they were runways at night. "See anything?"
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20824484 >>20824497 >Seriously, what's so odd about these things? >Eh, whatever. "Will help if you lube up, but yeah. Definitely need to go slow."
>Reaches out and starts stroking his member while it's still hardening. Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20825819 >"Wait..." >"There's another operator living in the Vale?" "So I'm not the only one that has moved in to the Vale..."
>I mutter. >"I'll look further into this later...perhaps." "This axe has served me well, and it's definitely an upgrade from my dulling combat knife."
>"But apparently isn't enough to take on a pair of pants." Anonymous
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>>20826374 THE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS!
Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20825819 >"These are brilliant ideas, why have I never thought on the topic before?!" >My thoughts don't quite match up to the conversation subject at hand, but the discrepancy doesn't show through my voice. I hope. "Might not be as refined in terms of strength or senses, but we're pretty versatile. Shame, really, we got to a point where, save for maybe the odd random genetic mutation, we're going to stay the same forever. We stopped changing to suit our environment and changed our environment to suit us."
>I push the thoughts into the back of my mind for now, easing off the mental stress. >But I make a note of them. I'll be damned if I don't try and make them happen. "Never seen it myself, but if it's anything like a place of similar name on Earth, I don't want to - we had two world wars, and I was fighting in what was about to tip into the third. During World War 2, there was a city called Stalingrad in Russia that came under attack from our enemies, the Germans and their allies. The Battle Of Stalingrad is marked as the largest and bloodiest battle in the history of human warfare."
>As much as I hated the Russians in my time, I had to admit, they did well back then. >Looking over the village, I don't see any place that seems to stand out from here. >I expect the person we'll be looking for might be in a place that bears resemblance to Gryphon structures. Maybe. "Nothing yet, we'll have to keep our eyes peeled for Tuarom's contact. Hopefully we'll know them when we see them."
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20825071 >>20825086 1/2
>Although he was only just waking up, Jeff did catch Luna, Belltower, and Twisted talk a bit, in and out of conciousness. >Jeff mumbles allowed, in his sleep, as he unconsciously grabs... someone's rear. "..throwing rocks at... planar... portals... could help.. shoot gunsssss..."
>Both Luna and Bell's had an equal soft/firm feeling, but this was a lot of butt. >Yeah, probably Luna's. >Fuck it, he'll dose off for a few more minutes. >Feeling a few feathers gently poke at him, Jeff cracks his eyes open as the first thing he sees is a familiar huge dark wing enveloped over him. >With an even much more familiar dark green bat wing, snugly wrapped around his torso. >He notices, now, he was only wearing his compression shirt he wore under his armor and spare Crye Precision assault pants he kept at the bottom of his pack. >One of them had stripped and changed him, and he doesn't care who or how. >But the smell of food is what brought him fully out of sleep, as he rises, pushing himself up with an arm. >He fully opens his eyes, noticing the huge fluffy bed he was on. >With his mare to his right, and Luna on his left... and a plate of delicious smelling food in front of him. "Aw man... food."
>Attempting to move any more than a sit-up was a... sore process. >Jeff decides to stretch out a bit: twisting his back to work out a few kinks, hand-to-toe stretches, loosen up the arms and neck. "I'm gonna be feeling this for a few days..."
>Satisfied his impromptu callisthenics, he Ranger groans a bit as he reaches for the plate on his side and pulls it towards him, getting into a cross-legged sitting position. >Eyes half-lidded, and hair dishevelled, he gets to munching. >He tries some shrimp first, then what looks like a type of meat, making sure to eat over the plate to not make a mess. "Mmmm, this is good. Do you, maybe, have some coffee? Something strong... black, with two sugars?"
>He asks so looking at Luna, amusingly, at his specific request. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
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>>20826802 >>20825077 2/2
>After finally finishing his plate, Luna stand up from the bed, signalling her departure. "Canterlot? Is it... anything we can help with?"
>Jeff raises an eyebrow at the sound of 'Armory', knowing of the one the Lunar Guard has. "Which one? The Lunar... or the one here on the Citadel? I wouldn't mind giving a look-through before we head out."
>Picking up his now-empty plate, and moving to the edge of the plush bed, Jeff places it on the floor as he walks a short distance to his equipment and armor. >Slipping his armor back on, in a few short movements, he hefts his pack up, slinging it over his shoulder. "What do you say, Clem? Browse, a bit, before we head back to the Fortress?"
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20826218 >Razorback Fortress, Operator Charlie Barracks: Steel Blitz >As you grab Blitz's rod, and help him out a bit, he sighs in agreement. "Mmmm, don't have any. But, I know a way you can... slicken it up."
>He sticks his tongue out, making a licking motion in the air, then looks down at his now fully engorged black shaft in your hand, bobbing his eyebrows in a sultry look. Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20826811 "Alright then."
>Gets a little closer to him, before leaning down. >Glancing up at him, I stick my tongue out and slowly run it up the length of his shaft. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20826825 >Razorback Fortress, Operator Charlie Barracks: Steel Blitz >As your tongue makes contact with the base of his shaft, he shivers through his entire body, gasping in pleasure. >You can taste a bit of musk on him, his apparent arousal, along with a hint of the tangy loads he had released earlier. >Blitz groans a bit as you get the underside of his rod soaked with your saliva, and he bobs it up a bit in reaction. "Nnnnffg, gonna need a lot more than that."
>A bead of clear liquid had already started forming on his tip, but his head remained unflared. >You were unsure of it could fit in, the other way. Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20826908 "Give me moment."
>Licks more, dragging my tongue all around his shaft. >After a moment, I bring a hand up and start cradling his balls. Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20826915 >Razorback Fortress, Operator Charlie Barracks: Steel Blitz "Kay.."
>Blitz moans heavily as you get all around his member, tongue hitting every sensitive spot of flesh. >He leans in over your head, lightly placing a hoof on your back, and helps ease you into him to get every dry spot. >He wasn't expecting the second-hand cradling, but he wasn't complaining as you begin massaging his pair of fuzzy orbs. >In fact, he seemed to like it, even more so. >Eventually, you manage to get his shaft nice and covered in your hot saliva, his entire length shimmering in the dim light of the room. >He's panting, but not really heavy. >Blitz looks down at his member, then to you, flicking his ears in contemplation. "I think that's... ahh plenty. So.. how do you.. want to do this? Not really sure what's comfortable for humans to rut."
Soviet Comrade !vz4wmlERis
>>20826942 >Looks decent enough, so I sit back up. "No real preference. I guess we do it like a pony would?"
>Shrugs, turns around, and gets on all fours for him. Anonymous
Anonymous
>>20710845 Having a bit of an issue connecting to the IRC.
Is it still on Espernet? Or does the pastebin need to be updated? I can't seem to actually find the fuckin channel.
Anonymous
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>>20827566 It's still there, we just use it for bringing new people in.
The channel is #OiE. If you're trying to join the game, head in there now.
Rookie
Name: Joseph "Doc" Avelos
DocJoe !BBYnSdhI0U
DocJoe !BBYnSdhI0U
>>20827917 >>20827917 I CONTINUE TO BE QUITE RETARDED.
Anonymous
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>>20827938 Yes, yes you do. I dont see you lasting long.
Anonymous
>>20827938 >no pistol >has a side pouch for pistol mags Anonymous
Anonymous
>>20827957 >Is a faggot >Still acts like a pussy Anonymous
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>>20828044 >wahhh i dont like criticism :cccccccccccc Anonymous
>>20827938 >thinking you can fit binoculars in a pistol mag pouch Anonymous
>>20828088 Yeah, being this tacticool and completely accurate on a loadout that is moreless a formality at this point is important.
Anonymous
>>20828114 >look im being a newfag and nobody can stop me DocJoe !BBYnSdhI0U
>>20827938 >Razorback Fortress: Operator Bravo Barracks: "Doc" Joe Avelos >A dusty looking man with a couple of days of stubble is finishing what looks like unpacking. >Arranging everything neatly on a bunk, he pulls a small notebook and pen from his pocket, and manually checks off each item, checking each one for wear and proper maintenance. >The whole process has a religious feel to it, as if some silent homage is being paid to a god of order. >Finally satisfied, the whole kit is put away in a frame pack, and he takes a deep, calming breath, stowing his gear in a nearby locker. >Without divesting himself of his machete or flak-jacket, however. >Having made himself well at home, the short-haired blonde adjusts his cap, and steps outside. >"Now what the everloving fuck am I actually doing here?" >They hadn't explained much in his transfer orders. Just that there was a serious lack of infrastructure and technicians, and he was being PCS'd. >He had not expected to wake up on a trip to Horseland. >But here he was, and he might as well make the best of it. >Stepping outside, the newly arrived Operator decided to make his rounds, see what there was about the camp. Maybe bump elbows and find something to make himself useful. Anonymous
>>20828120 Nope, no one can stop you. It's kind of unfortunate but you'll flail and sperg around regardless. Carry on, is really all we can say.
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20826374 >???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp, Established Healer Centre "Mhmm, thought you would keep in contact with each other more seeing how she is a female human, and there with you when you helped kill The Bastard."
>Stretching a wing over to your shoulder, the Healer gives you a small nod as she rubs back and forth with her incredibly soft wing. "Just remember to look into upgrading it some more, never hurts you know."
>>20826558 >Tundra, Landboat: Cu'Nir "Or make technology like your veapons that I am using now."
>"For how long though?" >Slowing down, only to walk by your side, the Huntsmaster continued to cross her arms as you both walked off the raised walkway and onto the grey grass. "If Stalliongrad is anything like 'Stalingrad' as you described, then I'm glad I did not dirty my blades or armour on their forces. Though its being the 'largest and bloodiest battle in the history of human warfare' is interesting."
"Right."
>She muttered, head turning from side to side looking out for anything that looked out of place. >Turning back to look at you as you were about to pass the first lite structure, Orres waves a nonchalant foreleg. "Doro noto worro, my Kon wono't bito, noto of O' tello the'om too."
Anonymous
>>20828147 Ah yes, the amazing no u comeback
Anonymous
>>20828168 With a tip in reply. Truly this is a conversation now.
Anonymous
>>20828211 A very nice one at that!
Anonymous
Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20828150 "Exactly. One thing we always did was try to find the best ways to kill each other. Sad, really. But that's the price that comes with sentience. Someone's going to disagree, and it's up to both parties not to lose their marbles. Not something we did that well."
>I'm definitely starting to see why the word "soldier" carries a stigma here. >Good thing I grew out of that title long ago. "Yeah, not pretty. With advancements in technology come all new horrors. That nuke that Al-Asad set off is something that's always going to stick as a marker in my mind, a testament to how much better off I am here."
>I try to clear the grim subject matter away, gazing at Cu'Nir with a warm smile. "Besides the obvious, of course."
>Looking back at Orres, I gently wave a wing back, carefully experimenting with movement beyond simply forward and back. "Alright, thanks."
>I keep looking around, trying to find anything that looks like it would be where we're looking for, when I realise what I'm doing. >Or, rather, what I'm not doing. "Wait here, I'm going to try and see if I can spot anything from above."
>With a few tentative test flaps, I nervously flap harder and jump, trying to keep myself upright in the air. >I wobble a bit as I ascend, but I don't fall and break something, which is good. >(Relatively) steady in the air, I look down and try to find our target. [1d6+7]<Perception
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Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20828150 >I realize that I can barely remember a thing from the battle against Servit. >"Guess those pants really did a number on me." "Me and Simon mostly operate separate from the other operators, and it unfortunately makes it hard to keep up with the others."
>With the soft wing once again sending shivers of pleasure down my spine, I instinctively try to lean into it. "But how did you know she was with us?"
>Eyeing the axe, I lift an eyebrow. "Honestly, I didn't know it was possible, didn't really give it much thought. I might swing by the smiths back in Anfang later to give it a try."
Clemency !f/LjycW0U2
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>>20825077 >>20825086 >Worst. Decision. Ever. >That training almost broke me >I figured this is what those Spec Ops people back home trained for >Except they didn't have to deal with magic bullshit >Get placed on...something moving >Jeff's here too >Hear Twisted talk to Bell and Luna >Don't care as much as I should >Drift into unconsciousness >Feel slight movement and then hear familiar voices >Crack my eyes open to find the my form wrapped by a dark blue wing >At least they had the courtesy to remove my helmet and lay me here >Prop myself up with an arm >Shake my head around for temporary awareness >See everyone, including Jeff, awake >Then see gourmet looking food go through the door >Some hot food would be nice "Would ya look at this..."
>Try to lift my form into a sitting position >Ouch >That will ache for some time >Or days >Reach for a plate, seeming to be filled with an assortment of seafood and vegetables, and get to eating >This stuff is what it looks, delicious >Hear Jeff calling for some coffee >Some of that stuff would be good as well "I would like some coffee too, if you don't mind."
>Finish my plate and see Luna stand up "Off to do business? Alright..."
>Hear Jeff about touring the Citadel >Put the plate near Jeff's empty one and go to grab my helmet >Reach for my pack also placed near there "I wouldn't mind a little sightseeing? Let's go."
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20828604 >Keythong Village: Cu'Nir & Orres "Sound more like Gryphons and Minotaurs, Simon. It is just who ve are."
>"Vonder if anyone vill notice me if I valked into Razorback like this?" >Returning the smile, she uncrossed her arms and scratched behind an ear, her solid fingers doing wonders. "Of course."
>Clacking his beak together, the Keythong returned to moving forward, meeting halfway others of his Kin that stalked out of their homes to confront him. >Raising a thin eyebrow, her golden eyes traced down to your metallic wings then back to your face, giving you an assuring nod. "Be careful, those are not any old vings you possess."
>Craning her head to follow your slow rise into the air Huma'Nirs sharp features were etched with amused concern. >"Better take a step back." >Although unsteady in the still air of the dome you were able to get a clear view of the dim village below, more activity from the residents now that you were at the outskirts. >All the buildings were one floor, flat to the ground and wide, the structures covered in claw made patterns that would put any Celts to shame. >And there, north west at the other side of the village with a courtyard surrounding it was a different building, the only one to have two levels and brighter lights. >Inside the courtyard was filled with barrels 3 stacks high, a Gryphon tending to them oblivious to you in the sky. >>20828627 >???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp, Established Healer Centre >Lowly purring, the catbird Healer gives a barely noticeable shrug of her shoulders at the question. "Why would you operate from the others, something happen? And I cannot remember her name, but she was there with you and fed many mouths straight after you returned from putting the axe to his neck. A reputation like that will reach far."
>Crest vibrating from silent laughter at your leaning, she dragged a feathertip across your face, particularly your nose. "Forgers in the Vale, smiths in Anfang, anyone of them is good."
Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20829577 "Yeah. Like I said, that's just something that comes with sentience."
>Having her scratch behind my ear blocks out all active thought like before. >But instead, the effects are at least twofold, making myself blush again once she stops. >Something about that happening in public... >Spotting a different building off in the distance, I gradually lower my altitude by means of timing my flaps a bit later than usual, which, needless to say, makes me wobble a bit, cautious to not let myself fall. >Landing back on solid ground, I raise a claw and point to about where I saw the building. "Looks like the place we're after is on the other side of the village, over there. Maybe not the best idea, given that I only just had my first attempt, but maybe it'd be a good idea to fly over and get there quickly."
Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20829577 "No, nothing happened. And that was the reason I decided to try my luck in the Vale. There isn't much work for a captain when no real command structure is present.
We all just kind of kept our ranks and titles we had before arriving here. And Simon soon joined me in my adventures, and it has more or less been that way since."
>Desperately trying to hold back a sneeze, I run a hand through my hair. >"How have I not heard from this." "I-ah... figured so. Nat... Nat-something something, I think."
>"God, it's been so long." "Nevermi-achoo-"
>The sudden sneeze made my headache flare up again. >"I swear she did that on purpose." >Waiting for the headache to calm down, I idly sit in thought for a few seconds. >"How much has changed since I left the fortress?" >"I swear, If they fucked up the command center somehow..." >"Muh notes!" >Taking a breath to calm myself, I shift my focus to the healer. "We never really introduced ourselves properly."
>I reach out for a handshake. "Captain Swe, Razorback company."
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20829895 >Keythong Village: Cu'Nir & Orres >Stepping side to side as she watched you gradually got closer to the earth, Huma'Nir took a few additional steps back so your flapping wings don't slap her body. "Not bad for your first time vith vings."
>She punctuated with light taps on your head. >It was obvious that the height advantage was getting to her head, and you were sure if she had a cookie she'd have given you one by now too. >And with that grin she was enjoying taking the mickey. "Perhaps, Orres is currently talking to the gathering Keythong and has taken their attention. If ve do it ve do it stealthily."
>Looking at the crowd and Orres at the edge of her, the Huntsmaster willed her new body invisible before climbing onto your back. [1d6+3] E.Stealth
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>Secure on your back, you felt Huma'Nir lean forward to whisper into your ear. "Giddyup~"
>>20830051 >???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp, Established Healer Centre "Interesting, interesting. I've heard about your company but I have never seen it, I take its an exclusive club?"
>Finding your reactions incredibly funny, the light Gryphoness drew circles around your upper body with her primaries ghostly touch. "Nat, Nat, Nat. Yes, I think it t'was 'Natalia' or something. Will have to check."
>Chortling, she retracted her wing when she remembered to be the one helping, not tormenting you and your wounds. "My apologies, it is really boring here sometimes, even if there's a prospect of action at night."
>Bringing up a foreleg, her claw grasps around your hand and lets you do the shake, the gesture unfamiliar but welcomed. "Captain Swe of Razorback Company, I am Sláint, former combat Healer. At your service."
PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>The Solar Tyrant >>20677979 >Giving you a droll, mock-hurt expression, the platinum alicorn shakes her right wing at you in return, feathers flicking out to tap the halberd's edge. "Is that so? I have invited you with open hooves into my home, and yet here you are pointing your weapon at me as if I were a common criminal, and by no means am I 'common'!"
>Smiling amusedly, the Tyrant immediately drops the facade, her eyes hardening as she takes on a grim tone. "Perhaps in another existence our meeting would have borne greatness, yet here it was not to be. As difficult and painful an event that was, you have no cause to feel regret and grief with yourself, for I hold no fault towards your words or actions. Be at ease with yourself, human."
>Tilting her head to the side and appraising you critically for several minutes, the Tyrant firmly shakes her head. "I can give you no offer of trust, nor is it possible for me take form upon Tallus. My existence is merely a fragment of imagination, human, and as such I am no longer useful nor wanted. Instead, I shall restore the Sunstone and grant you knowledge that will serve your request. There are likely many still living within Canterlot and elsewhere that served my interests, including the Councilierge. You are to accept a package of my personal records when it arrives from Stalliongrad. It will be sealed with gold wax and may be opened at any time."
>Tapping your armored back with her wing, the false-alicorn stands languidly, both halves of the depleted Sunstone brighten, returning to their former radiant yellow tone as she speaks. "Leave now, it is close to dawn. I must remove myself from reality to ensure that burden and harm come to none."
>Turning to watch the light at the edges of the airless room beginning to crumble, the false-alciron flicks a wing up in farewell, the otherworld shatters, returning you back to Tallus proper.. still crushed under a pile of mangoes. Anonymous
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>>20832455 >Alicron So the Tyrant is an artifact now?
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Kraut Space Wizard !Krautc0lNU
>>20819026 >Goody, I won't have to tolerate sobriety for much longer! >I wriggle myself over to the wall and sit up against it while Mothra grabs muh whiskey. >Once she returns, I force a smile and grab the bottle. "Thanks, now to drink until I forget about the possibility of a hangover!"
>Immediately after grabbing the bottle, I pat her head and remove the cap. "Bottoms up."
>I take the first of many long swigs of whiskey for the night before holding the bottle out for little miss chest fluff. "Your turn."
Mothra Moffing Moths !vzAXo4UGp6
>>20833766 "Uhh... okay."
>Eyes the bottle before hestiantly taking it. >Hopefully he won't find this disgusting. >After a moment, I stick my tongue down into the bottle and take a long sip. >Wincing at the burning sensation in my tongue, I pull it out and hoof the bottle back to Kraut. Anonymous
Mr.Agent !e88D3nK6Zk
>Everfree Forest: Razorback Fortress >>20828127 >Stepping outta summon'd portal I take one last suck on the burnin' fag atta corner of my mouth, savoring cancers toxic kiss before tossin'it away. "Been'a while since I've been'er."
>Shits chang'd since last I stepped foot in'er, alotta guards wonderin' around, soma'dem givin' me 'spicious looks. "What, neva seen a suit before?"
>I's said to 6/10 merc mare, ignoring'er back 'and comment as'I walked away from the pagoda. >Catchin' my eye, I see some new guy walkin' around lik'a goose. That one must be fresh, he'll do. >Clear'en my violated throat, I shout atta the FNG, grabbin' his attention. "Oi, come over 'ear! Gots some cud to chew with ya."
DocJoe !BBYnSdhI0U
>>20835424 >Having familiarized himself at least somewhat with the layout of the base, it had become apparent to Avelos that his PCS orders had lied. >This was most assuredly not the field Hospital in the Greenwood. The tiny pastel horses prancing about in places should have told him as much. Fuckin' hell. "Suppose that means I gotta earn my keep out here, then."
>The man mumbles to himself, before a sharp call for his attention trains his gaze on a gruff looking fellow with a matching voice. >Couldn't hurt to say hello, he mused. >Approaching the man, the medic stuck his hands in his pockets, standing just a bit out of arm's reach of the demanding fellow. "Yeah? What is it you need, man?"
>a faint smile quirks the corners of his beard. Never hurt to be at least a bit friendly. Mr.Agent !e88D3nK6Zk
>Everfree Forest: Razorback Fortress >>20835581 >As you approached the man in the snappy black suit, tightly cut buzz head you see he was wearing tinted sunglasses. >At night. >And that he smelled of tobacco, the closer you got the more intense it got. >Along with all of this was his Boston accent, a bit throaty thanks to his bad habit. "Glad'ta see you's interested, and naaaah. I'd don' -need- anythin', jus' t'some help is all back in Las Pegasus."
>Swinging an arm over to the pagoda that he appeared from, he gave you a crooked grin as he other hand worked on getting another fag from from his pocket. "We can shoot the shit on the way, interest'd?"
DocJoe !BBYnSdhI0U
>>20835872 >A look of brief confusion crosses the medic's face at the mention of 'Las Pegasus', but he decided to just roll with it. "Sure, why the hell not. Couldn't hurt to get a wider view of what's going on around here. I'll be right back."
>He returned to the barracks quickly, a little hustle in his step. Being idle for any length of time that wasn't sleep always settled wrong in his stomach. Retrieving his kit, and slinging the Remington over his shoulder, he rejoined the snappy looking suit in short order. "Ready when you are, Chief."
>It struck him that he hadn't gotten the fellow's name, but if they were going to be working together, it probably wouldn't be a bad idea. "Joe Avelos."
>As he stuck out his free hand. "So what's this help you need then, chief?"
Jeff !!g8uMvdJxLC9
>>20826977 >Razorback Fortress, Operator Charlie Barracks: Steel Blitz >As you turn around and present yourself to him, Blitz sits there for a moment, taking his situation in. >'Gosh this has been fast! All I wanted was a wing massage, Com-rad. Now we're going to...' >He gulps silently to himself as he shuffles over to you and gazes down at your backside. >'But hey, free sex! Not gonna pass that up!' >After several hours of non-stop rutting, you've come to realize a few things. >You were pretty delusional, in the beginning, thinking taking all of that stallion meat would be possible; seeing how you were previously working it with TWO hands. >And Blitz really tried his damnest, but come on... all of it was never going to fit inside you. >Not that it mattered much, as what he managed to pack into you was nothing you've ever experienced with men before. >You've never felt so... 'full' in your entire life, being stretched to points where you didn't think possible. >At first it hurt, you'll silently admit, but once you managed to accommodate the stallion... you're pretty sure you'll never go back, again. >So that's where you and the dark red pegasus were, now: on the now-dirty bed, sweaty and exhausted, you filled to the brim with his seed... as well covered a bit in it. >You're probably not going to walk right, tomorrow. >Blitz, absolutely spent in more ways than one, was cuddled up to your body, his wing spanned over and around your naked back as he snored lightly, head buried into your chest. >Was it so bad that you lost the game of ponyshoes? >Nope. Mr.Agent !e88D3nK6Zk
>Everfree Forest: Razorback Fortress >>20836147 "Glad'ta here that, an' nothin' wrong with broadenin' you're horizon."
>He shivered at the last word in that sentence, it being bad luck to say it on the job. >"...Nah, this ain't on the job, yet." >Still wearing a grin, the suited man lite his cig as you went off back to the barracks, and once by his side again he was already buffing out smoke rings. "Good'ta know, but ah. You don' need to use your guns for this, even if LP'ing abit fuck'd up atta moment."
>Seeing you sticking your hand out for a shake, he chuckled and shook it with a firm hand. "Names Agent, Mr.Agent. Ifs theres'a job out there that requires a suit, I'm your man."
>Using the same hand, he pointed his thumb at himself before walking backwards. >Mid step he turns to face the direction of the pagoda, you catching up to his side. "Need'a han' d'with some 'special' cargo, an' what better place to get some is here!"
>Tapping the runes on the translocation stone, Agent stepped back as the portal for LP came to life, rift in reality swirling in place. "Ya may wanna hold onto your stomach, Joe. Trippy fo'everyone for their first tiem."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xz4-aEGvqQM >Stepping through the portal on the other side you are greeted to the scene of a city made from clouds. >Yes, clouds. Which were pigmented from the many light sources that lite up LP like a christimas tree, with all the colourful Pegasi moving about being the presents. "Welcome to Las Pegasus!"
Soviet Comrade !vzAXo4UGp6
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>>20836179 >That was one of the best experiences I've ever had. >Even tops the memory of when I killed a high ranking Fascist. >Anyway, I can certainly expect that this'll repeat if Blitz is up to it. "You're a good pony, Blitz..."
>As I mutter that, I gently run a hand through his mane, before sighing contently and closing my eyes. >If I can walk tomorrow, it will certainly be odd. DocJoe !BBYnSdhI0U
>>20836637 >As the portal opened, there was a momentary queasiness in Joe's stomach. The idea of traveling through teleportation was a bit diconcerting. >But all told, he was in magic horse-land, and Mr. Agent had just walked directly out of the thing not ten minutes prior. Should be safe. >Slinging the shotgun strap across his shoulder, pointing down, the medic gives a bit of a chuckle at the mention of not needing them. "Always better to have a thing and not need it, than to need it and not have it, Agent."
>The city street beyond was bustling with more flying horse...pegasi, he'd learned they were called. But the scene from beyond this thin veil very much mimicked cities back home. Taking note of the fact that everything was made of fucking clouds, he swallowed that fear as quickly as it reared it's head. "Looks like a charming place."
>Stepping through the portal was an experience all it's own, and one the medic was only barely steeled against. It felt, for a brief second, like he had sort of folded up inside, and the vertigo made him briefly queasy. >Finding the cloud matter soft and springy underfoot, at the very least, did wonders to alleviate his nervousness. Gathering his focus, the man rounded on his suited companion and flashed him a toothy half-smile. "Lead the way, Chief. Seems like we got a delivery to make."
>Already, the medic's eyes were scanning the crowds of pegasi and...whatever else were running about. He might be cheerful, but cities were not so much his forte. Too many places to be watched from. [1d6] <U.Perception
Filth !!CpYfdAmLaDC
>>20832455 >Gripping his halberd tightly in rage, Filth fights the intense temptation to lunge the weapon into the Tyrant's chest "No cause to feel regret and grief!? You honestly think you hold no fault to what you've done to me! Do you honestly think you can clear my conscience - I never asked you for any of this, the burden came to me! I blame you for everything!"
"Then I was right about you. You're pure evil - imagination or not. And you're right about not being wanted! ...The Sunstone? Knowledge? Why would I even consider speaking to those who served your interests, I want nothing to do with them. And I don't care about your stupid package - what makes you think whatever you give me will ever repair the damage you've done!?"
>Brow furrowing in frustration as he glances at the Tyrants touch upon his back, his expression quickly fades into one of melancholy "Whatever you say, Evil thing... you've already delivered enough burden and harm to everyone - it makes no difference whether you disappear or stay... But if it lets you rest easy before you disappear from my life... I forgive you."
>Lifting himself up, the Sunknight sighs as he emerges from underneath the pile of fruit, glancing down at a mango >"Did she visit me... in the vain hope that I may feel a slither bit sorry for her?" >Drowsy eyes shimmering across the surface of the sunstone at his chest >"She came here, as she said. To teach me something - didn't keep to her word and left to never return again. Nothing but a 'package' I have yet to recieve." >Kicking a mango across the ground, he crushes several of them under his armoured feet as he walks away "Why did I even bother coming here... I knew full well being in a place like this would just upset me. Curse Luna for taking ownership of the sun... curse the Tyrant for making Celestia lose it in the first place."
>...Returning back to base with a feeling of dread, the Sunknight approaches the bulletin board half-heartedly Filth !!CpYfdAmLaDC
>>20837305 >Taking note of the mission request from Shanis, Filth gives out a sigh before deciding to search for any antiviral and posion supplies that were on base >Grabbing what he could, he made no hesitation in leaving for the request, reluctant to be around others >Stepping onto the protal stone, the Sunknight begins tapping on it several times for Saddle Arabia Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20832152 "Not as much as it would seem. Some other speci-"
>As she retracts the wing, I feel something that can only be explained as a kind of withdrawal symptom. >Letting out a small chuckle, I shoot her a small smile. "I didn't tell you to stop."
>Shaking her claw, I resume stroking my beard with my idle hand. "Nice to meet you, Sláint. It's a pleasure."
>"Literally." "I take it it's been pretty calm around here lately. That's good."
>"What kind of action is she talking about?" Mr.Agent !e88D3nK6Zk
>Las Pegasus >>20836879 "Good words, there."
>He smirked, smoke wafting from the opening in his mouth. >Pocketing his hands, Mr.Agent stepped out in front beside you, getting a few friendly glances from the winged ponies. "Its sure is, comin' follow me, don' wanna lose you'er. Wid'the human stamina driving mares cray-zee."
>With a steady pace, the well suited man lead you through the throng of techo-coloured Pegasi, many reacting to your presence happily. "You can say that'a 'gain, Pink Lace wants this done tanight."
>Following Mr.Agent through city of clouds, all you saw were ponies minding their own businesses, which many of which were stalls or open doors to groundfloor shops. >Occasionally, you would catch the eyes of a pony or two looking directly at you with what you could only describe as...Lust. >Some of which belonged to stallions. >You also notice that the route Mr.Agent was taking you through had less and less ponies until you eventually came to a stop at the end of an alley way, a single door with an overhanging lightgem marking it in the dark passage. >Knocking on it loudly, the suited Operator tongued his cancer stick to the edge of his mouth as he shouted into the doors surface. "OI ITS ME COMIN' OPEN UP ALREADY!"
>Swaying his head to look back at you, he gave an apologetic shrug. "What can I say, busy night."
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp, Established Healer Centre: Sláint >>20837452 >Heavenly soft wings flapping at her side, Sláint continued to purr at your flirtations. "Haaaa, you flatter me, Captain."
>Leaning forward past personal space, the light coloured Gryphoness brought her beak to your ear. "If it wasn't for the fact I'm on the clock at the moment, I would resume 'stroking' you with my feathers, and maybe some more~"
>She whispered sultry, predatory eyes half lidded as she sat back on her cushion, her feathery cheek brushing against yours. "It will be a pleasure~"
>Purring halted by a lance of pain from her scar, the Healer coughed into her cushion as her neck craned down. >Breathing in deeply for a few moments, the flirtatious mood was gone from her as she fought down the growing pain. "Yes its good, but boring. And no, its always been calm seeing how those undead things appear at night so I'm told."
DocJoe !BBYnSdhI0U
>>20837572 >It wasn't too difficult to follow the suited gentleman through the sprawl of the cloud city. In fact, it was kind of thrilling. >The lingering looks did not go unnoticed as they navigated through the streets, and the back of Joe's neck prickled uneasily. He was a bit plain looking, blonde hair tucked under a black cap, blue eyes and a couple of days of stubble grazing his cheeks. "They look like full half of 'em have never seen a human before. To be fair, I hadn't seen a pastel colored talking pony until... yesterday. So I suppose we're even."
>Either way, there was business to do, and as Agent led them down the alley, Joe turned and fixed his eyes back the way they came. Special cargo usually meant something of value. >And anything of value was at a greater risk of being stolen. >The shouting and banging behind him took his attention for a second as the man's head swiveled to fix him with a knowing look and a chuckle. "Busy is good. I like busy. In this case, let's hope it's quiet and busy."
>The medic chuckled and fixed his eyes back the way they'd come once more, his voice taking an amused tone. "Loud and busy is only good for shore leave."
Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9
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>>20825093 >Full nature of the operation was not disclosed >Placed into charged situations involving goals beyond combat >Possibly political >Not ideal conditions with limited information access and knowledge base >...Will attempt to acquire information from Zigri upon my return >... >Possible implicated third party, or whomever provided assignments to Zigri is actively withholding information >Steps off the portal stone, but turns back towards it warily as it activates, half raising his rifle before noting the ponies were non-hostile >Large pegasus, larger than any previously seen >Appears to be strong, no doubt more so when armored >Identified as Sweet >Yellow pegasus companion, identified as Shanis >Memory issues, alchemical stabilizer required for Sweet? >If similar in function to pharmaceuticals, may explain her...jovial attitude >Remains where he is, slowly turning his head to regard them as they pass "I do not recall meeting either of you. Her memory of me is not a major concern."
>Furrows his eyebrows behind his gas mask >Clear intention to discuss aforementioned "elite operation" >Deferring to me? There are far better equipped and informed operators for that mission >Intelligence provided was strange, yes >What are her intentions? "The...elite operation is still available as far as I know."
>Trustworthy source for full disclosure? She claims to have received the information to begin with "Your reasoning for speaking to me about the proposed operation is unclear. There are other operators on base with greater experience and knowledge of the area."
>Scans around the Pagoda "I also have more pressing concerns involving post-operation debriefing with the last contract provider."
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>>20831615 Somebody help that man
Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20837710 "Oh I'm sure..."
>I re-adjust my position to a more comfortable one before continuing. "I'll be here all week, you know."
>My eyes shifts from those of passion to those of concern in a split second. >Feeling pity for the coughing Gryphoness, I lean forward and stroke her neck feathers. "I'm sure you already have, but you should ask around for someone to help you with that."
>As she finishes up her coughing fit, I sit myself back down on the bench. "Good to hear, the last thing this place needs is combat."
The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Las Pegasus >>20837722 "Hehe, oh they've seen humans before, an' they like waday see."
>The sound of muffled clopping getting louder told you someone was beyond the other side of the door, and the salvo of metal latches being unlocked made sure of it. "Buuuusiness sol'allows good an-OPEN UP ALREADY!"
>Continuing to bang on the door as it was being unlocked, it suddenly swung open to reveal an annoyed Pegasus glaring at the shit eating grin of Agent. "Ey there darlin."
>Rolling her eyes at the suited humans behavior, the mare catches sight of you, annoyed look turning suspicious, jabbing a hoof in your direction. "Who, that? This is Joe, friend of mine. Joe, meet Whip Cream, Whip Cream meet Joe."
>Mr.Agent said as he looked between the two of you. >Huffing, the pegasus turns on the spot and walks back inside, leaving the door open for you to close. "Shes a'doll. Though 'Whip Cream' ain't 'er real name, an' if she could talk I don' think she'd tell us anytime soon."
>Patting your shoulder, Agent went in after her, the dark interior making him vanish before your eyes. Anonymous
>>20838580 >After casting one last brief look down the alleyway, Joe stepped into the building. Fixing his gaze away from the bright lights, he closed the door behind him, doing his hosts the courtesy of re-locking the door. "Nice to meet ya."
>The terse air that the little pegasus let off wasn't particularly alarming. She just looked like she was in a bad mood. >Nothing had tripped his alarm quite yet, but he knew better than to count those chickens. "Not a bad place you've got here."
>The medic cast his eyes about in the dark, as his vision slowly adjusted. Catching up with Agent, Joe tapped his shoulder before leaning in and quietly whispering to him, before continuing to follow the Pegasus further in. "She mute, or just quiet?"
DocJoe !BBYnSdhI0U
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>>20838737 Fuckin goddamn rootin tootin tripcodes.
Filth !!CpYfdAmLaDC
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>>20837328 fuck it, he ain't got time fo dat >Shaking his head with a snort, the Sunknight brings a hand up to his helmet and sighs "I'm not going to do this - why do I even try."
>"What I really need to do is rest, I'm too goddamn worked up about the Tyrant to think coherently anyway - It'd just be a stick in the wheel for me to even try." >Stepping backwards from the portal stone before he was ported off, Filth removes his helmet "Such an idiot - don't even know where I'd be heading into anyway."
>"Despite what the bulletin said, it could still be a trap for all I know. A smart one would at least inquire more information about it." >Dangling the helm between his fingers as he continues to walk away, slugging his way back to the barracks and his Celestias room >"I'll deal with the bullshit that insists on following me, when I'm actually up for it. Dayguard may have something for me in the future anyway - they haven't given me squat so far for actual duty with other Dayguard troopers." >Falling heavily upon the bed, laying down on his side with his view facing the wall >"Could be worse - she could've killed me, after all." >"But how does one simply make themselves cease to exist and why? I guess that's what happens when the ennui of immortality sets in." The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Las Pegasus: Whip Cream >>20838737 >The inside of the building was to dark to get any good details other then you were walking past rows and rows of tables, and at the very end of your walk was another table with a single white light over it, a rectangular crate sat atop it. "Could be better lite, but eh, whateva."
>You heard Mr.Agent say before he appeared in front of the lite table, Whip Cream by his side. >Reaching the table yourself, you heard the sound of another door open somewhere in the dark, Agent turning to its direction before taking a deep puff of smoke. "Shes'a mute, doe that don' stop 'er, amirite?"
>Glancing up at you, Whip gives you a soft smile as her ears swiveled in the direction of hoof falls. "Listen 'er Joe, I's need you to guard this crate as'I negotiate with some 'customers', gots it?"
>>20838527 >???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp, Established Healer Centre: Sláint >Beaked head dipping down, Sláint began to involuntarily purr as you petted her light crest feathers. "I've looked high and low Captain, all I need to do now for the rest of my life is just take a few tablets everyday."
>Lifting a claw to clasp your wrist gently, she gave you a thankful nod for the attention through her grimacing. "You forget we are Gryphons, we like a bit of fighting once in a while."
>"Or other strenuous activities." Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20832152 >She's loving being that extra bit taller. >Perhaps she hasn't got the message of what having the most strength of us two lets me do... >If I'm still like this when we get back to the Vale, perhaps making our proposition to Erov a bit more interesting will teach her. >"Not sure why she feels the need to go out of sight, but, whatever." >Adjusting to the new weight on my back, I take a second to ready myself before I launch into the air, quicker this time, and steadier. >Shifting my orientation like how one would pilot a helicopter, and flexing my wings, I try moving forward a bit and back, familiarising myself with moving in any direction but up and down. >I gain more and more altitude to try to escape sight, it being the only way I can think of to look inconspicuous while airborne. [1d6+7]<Stealth
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>About as high as I can go, I refocus on the building and head for it with a bit more speed than before. Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20839224 >"How does tablets help against that?" >"The wonders of modern medicine." "Okay, I'll take your word for it."
>Relieved that she wasn't going to have an internal hemorrhage, I let out another tired sigh. "Oh, trust me. I know. You gryphons aren't that different from us humans."
>"In more than one way." "Sometimes I swear it's just the fur and the tail... and the beak that tells us apart."
DocJoe !BBYnSdhI0U
>>20839224 >Joe, despite himself, was coming to like this Agent fellow. He had some sort of infectious charisma that made it hard to not find him personable. "No problem. Go do what you've gotta do. I'll be right here."
>As soon as he had spotted the light, Joe had closed his right eye, so as to preserve his night vision. Standing in the middle of an unlit room staring out into the darkness made for a poor choice in any situation. >Stopping a couple of tables away, Joe turned towards the sound of the door opening, keeping a weather eye on the crate, while using his still-preserved night vision to cut through the darkness. [1d6] <U.Perception
>His thoughts doted for a minute on the pony that had let them in, and tried to ensure that he remembered her looks, in the event that something unfortunate happened, he'd have something to track her by. >And thus began the wait, a small whisper tugging at the corner of Joe's mind. a small voice whispering 'what do you think is in the crate?' Anonymous
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Mr.Agent !e88D3nK6Zk
>Las Pegasus: Whip Cream >>20840952 "Sol'right, lets gets to business."
>Tapping his nose, he turned to look at the darkness where a trio of hooves were growing louder and closer, Whip facing it too but decided to sit down on her haunches. >Keeping away from the light and staying within the dark your adjusted vision was able to make out the three ponies approaching from another exit. >From what you've seen so far they had female frames, two flanking one trotting two steps ahead. >You could also see that they were wearing disguises to hide their identities, mainly pieces of paper covering their assmarks along with some form of wig/sunglasses/fake beard combo too. >They were all Pegasi, and from squinting your vision you could not see a single weapon on them, but that didn't mean their own wings couldn't be used as such. >Fixated on the lighted Mr.Agent, Whip Cream and the crate, the three never see you lurking in the darkness. >Stopping at the edge of the circular lite ground, the lead mare speaks up in a surprisingly good deep gruff voice. "Alright, we are here. You convinced up to come alone now its time to uphold your side of the bargain."
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>Raising his hands in the air, Mr.Agent puffed out some cancerous smoke out of his grinning mouth, eying the mares in front of him behind his tinted sunglasses. "Now now now, there ain' no need'ta rush this, amirite? We's gots plenty of time for some foreplay."
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20839697 >Keythong Village: Cu'Nir & Orres >Placing her hands onto your back for support as you wobbly flew into the again, she leans down to get a good look at the Gryphon in the yard. "So that is them? Vonder vhat are in those barrels?"
>Unconsciously straddling your back as you drew closer to the two storey building, Huma'Nirs metallic claws dug into you as you picked up speed over the village and its populace, her having no wings while so high up left her instincts confused. >"Such an odd feeling, and I don't think Simon could relate." >Closer now to the barrel inspecting catbird, you saw them rolling one off the top and bringing it down to the ground, where they opened it, the insides being bright violet. "Now that is interesting, land over there so ve can get a better look."
>Hand at the side of your head, it pointed over to a nook in the yard that would have the catbirds back facing you when landed. >>20839707 >???, Open Grassland Main Digsite Camp, Established Healer Centre: Sláint >Deciding she has had enough of the pain, she gets off her cushion, the action bringing her beak close to your nose. "And I swear its the lack of fur, tail, wings, feathers and a beak that sets us apart."
>Even with discomfort in her eyes, her lightly coloured beak parted with a small smile as her tongue licked the tip of your nose. >Taking a few steps back, she turned and sauntered over to the shelves where the medicines were. "You are free to go and return to adventuring Captain, it was...an enjoyable experience meeting you."
>Grunting from having to use her wings, the Healer attempted to get at the meds at the top shelves. >"Why do they do this, do they enjoy me suffering!?" "H-hopefully we -we will experience each other again."
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Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20843210 >Focusing hard on not dropping out of the sky, I barely feel Cu'Nir's new-found claws getting a tighter grip, my sight locked on our destination. >Seeing the vibrant barrel contents, I raise an eyebrow as I circle back around, getting ready to land. "That's anyone's guess. If it had come from Earth I'd say it's either some kind of rare mineral of something radioactive nobody should be standing that close to."
>Heading for the ground, my landing is faster this time, skidding a little bit but not falling over, although the additional weight of having my featherless fiancée on my back was probably what stopped me from messing it up. >I let her slide off my back before getting the Gryphon's attention. "Excuse me, we're here on a job for Tuarom the Trader, would you happen to be the one we're looking for?"
DocJoe !BBYnSdhI0U
>>20843021 >Joseph stayed quiet in the dark, scanning the room for possible exits. If things went bad, he certainly wanted to grab Agent and get the fuck out. >Back the way they'd come was a poor choice, but an equally poor choice would be trying to extract through the way the pegasi had come in.
>Narrowing his eyes, the medic took the time to study the mare's facial features, coloration, stance and the like. In the future, he was at least semi-confident he could pick them out of a group of mixed ponies. >In either case, Joseph, in his inexperience with ponies, did not see any weapons, and the tiny pastel horses didn't seem particularly threatening. And insofar as that, he cast his attention wide around the room, keeping his ear on the conversation. DocJoe !BBYnSdhI0U
>>20843849 >Pressing further back into the shadows, the medic tried his best to be silent and perceive what is being wrought. [1d6] >U.Perception
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Las Pegasus: Whip Cream >>20843849 >>20844784 >Spending to much time on the details you could get from the ponies, the rest of the room was to dark to get any information from. >And from the ponies themselves, the leads coat was a mint green while the other two were purple and orange, all their manes covered up by identical boring brown wigs, tails hidden in the dark so nothing can be seen there. >You noticed the sound you made, even breathing, was dampened, like the very atmosphere of Tallus was covering you up. >Straining your ears, all you could perceive was what was being said only, which at this point was Mr.Agent dominating the talks. >Either stomping her hoof lightly in embarrassment or impatience, the lead mare groaned as she silently accepted his terms, whipping her hidden tail against the muzzles of the other two mares to keep their sighs of annoyance down. "Alright fiiiiiine, we'll play your game. But once done we book it, we NEED them you know?"
"Oh I know awright, so's that's why I'm jus' goin' ramble on abit like this-"
>His procrastinating was interrupted by a wing hitting his thigh from Whip Cream, who gave him "Get the fuck on with it I'm not paying you to run your mouth" look. >Pinching his nearly depleted fag, the suited Operator took in one more deep puff before discarding it, the red from the dying embers glowing like a dot in the dark where it landed. "Awlright awlright. So, lets starts off, at's say, 100,000 bits?"
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>Watching where the cig landed, the disguised mare snapped her head back at Mr.Agent when she heard the price, eyebrows risen in shock before furrowing in anger. "EAT SHIT! 25,000 bits and thats that!"
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>The two other mares were moving on the spot, talking to each other quietly. The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>20843310 >Keythong Village: Cu'Nir & Orres >Getting off your back, Huma'Nir was about to comment on giving her a good ride but was interrupted by you speaking out to the other Gryphon. >Who reacted like anyone would when they hear an unknown voice coming from behind them when they're per-occupied. >Accidentally knock over what they were doing and jump back to face you. >And for this instance the barrel spilling its bright contents onto the ground, shimmering violet glowing brighter. "WHOWHATWHEREHOWWHY!?"
>Hyperventilating, the mysterious male Gryphon stared saucer plates at you, clearly scared shitless at appearance of a larger, armoured and armed Gryphon sneaking up on him. >Huma'Nir on the other hand, steadily creeped away from your side, wanting to move to a better vantage point. >Eyes locked on you, the other male Gryphon stole a glance at the spilled barrels contents, then back to you with some resolve restored. "Taurom huh? So you're here to take my supplies or mt life?"
Simon Riley? !Q3F88HDBmA
>>20845425 >The startled response makes me back off a bit, giving me a bit more confidence in my sneaking abilities despite not having equipment tailored to do so. "No, nothing of the sort, she said she had a job needed doing and a contact out here. Didn't tell us what or who, so that's why I'm asking. And, uh, sorry about the barrel. Can I give you a claw with that?"
Swe !307ty7LHJQ
>>20843210 "Likewise. Very well then, I'll go and finish what I started."
>A quick dress up later, I glance over at the struggling healer. >Raising an eyebrow, I quietly wonder why she put her meds on the top shelf. "You know what, next time you're off the hook, come find me. I'm sure we could think of something to do."
>Adding a knowing tone to the last part of the sentence, I exit the tent. >"Be very afraid, pantaloons. For I have returned." >With that said, I start to make my way back to the scene of the crime. Kraut Space Wizard !Krautc0lNU
>>20833876 >Well... that's one way to drink whiskey. >I blink twice with a blank face before grabbing the bottle and taking another healthy swig. "That's a neat way to drink... so, have any particularly interesting stories from before you got here? Stories always go well with booze."
>The alcohol just barely starts making its effects known to me. DocJoe !BBYnSdhI0U
>>20845151 >All truth be told, Joe didn't really have a grasp on what a hundred thousand bits was. Like, how much did a Coke cost, here, anyway? But from the mint green mare's reaction, he assumed that it was quite a lot. >Agent looked like he had things well in hand, but Joe didn't need to know too much about illicit back-alley deals to know that being offered a quarter of your going rate was solid bullshit. >Despite not knowing what exactly was being moved, Joe made his way around the tables longways, in the dark, staying hidden so as not to attract the Pegasi's attention, to flank up behind them, in their blind spot. [1d6] >U.Stealth
>Once he'd made his way around behind them, he crept forward, stopping a few short feet behind the softly whispering Pegasi at the rear, "Now, now. Ladies, you get what you pay for. And if I'm hearing right, you -Need- what we've got. So. 100,000 sounds about right."
>Fixing his body language in a fashion that brooked little argument, the steely-eyed medic let his words hang in the air, on the back of Agent's own. [1d6] >U.Speech
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PostingForBubba !vzAXo4UGp6
>>20846017 "I'm not really all that interesting... but my village is cool!"
>Moves hooves around before getting comfortable. "We live deep in the Everfree, remaining mostly undisturbed. Those that do find us are usually ponies that end up staying, though one or two have decided to leave."
>Takes a quick sip of the burning liquid before continuing. "It was pretty safe there, but I left because I wanted adventure. When I turned 21, I left in the middle of the night. I'm pretty sure my family misses me greatly, but they should've survived without my help. After all, the oldest had already turned two."
>Shrugs and leans against a bed, looking at you. Mr.Agent !e88D3nK6Zk
>Las Pegasus: Whip Cream >>20846555 >Sneaking behind them, you noticed your entire body disappeared completely along with any noise you made. Bringing up your hand where it would of blocked out the light of the overhanging white light above Agent, Whip and the crate, to your astonishment it was as if your hand didn't exist not even an outline could be seen. >Their conversation cut short by your sudden, and intimidating voice, the two mares instantly whip around to face you, their reactions covered up but their voices telling you they were more then scared of you. "W-w-wha-"
"AAAAAAAAAH!"
>Busy with Mr.Agent, the mint coloured Pegasi was the last to react, ending up being knocked to the cloud floor in the centre of the light by a pair of purple and orange flanks. "The fuck you two doing!?"
>While the three mares were having panic attacks, Whip Cream was speechless, if she could speak in the first place. >Mr.Agent on the other was coughing up a storm, not anticipating your frontal negotiation tactics, though to his credit he was able to get the upper hand, even with a wheezy voice. "That's right, we's got's what's you want. Only fair we get the appropriate paycheck. Amirite, Whippy?"
>Mouth agape, the mute mare just slowly bobbed her head up and down. >Shakily looking up at the suited human, the disguised minted pegapone put her muzzle to the floor heavily in defeat. "Alright ALRIGHT! 100,000 bits...ca-can we have them now?..."
"Sure ya can~"
>Turning by his hips, Agent snagged the crate and placed it on the floor for the three mares to see, unclasping it he slowly revealed what the contents was for all to see. "Enjoy 'em."
Mr.Agent !e88D3nK6Zk
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>>20845502 >Keythong Village: Cu'Nir & Orres >Wings lowering to the ground, the Gryphons breathing calms down as his suspicion rises. "Wha-? She didn't send you to kill me? That's odd...Maybe I do still have worth to her."
>Tapping his beak with a single talon, the Gryphon thinks for a moment before shaking his head. "No, don't. That barrels' supply is contaminated now, take the 20 barrels back to Taurom since you're here."
>He flapped a wing over to a different stack of barrels that were only two high, where Huma'Nir was hiding at. >>20845866 >???, Open Grassland Structure "Remember what will happen once you do, and of course, after I reach these daaaaaamn-"
>Her conversation ended when a small box of tablets fell from the top shelve and his her square on the nare, flooring her in disgruntlement. >"Fuuuuuuu." >Marching down the slope, past the main doors, down the corridor, into the spacious triangular chamber, keeping on marching forward across it, entering the broken through sealed doors, and turning left to the entrance of the pantaloons' lair in the 'X'-junction. >And inside, you saw your arch nemesis, still laid on the smooth stone floor, dust splashed about as if it was blood. >It was then you realized you left the old plate mail Minotaur helm with Sláint, better with her then potentially becoming an enemy here. DocJoe !BBYnSdhI0U
>>20847847 >The brief period of true invisibility was completely astonishing to Joseph. What in the actual fuck was happening in this crazy goddamned place? >Either way, it was kind of useful, and it seemed as if the effect he had gotten was precisely what he had anticipated. The strange phenomenon was noted, and filed away in the corner of his mind for later. >As the three mares agreed to the terms, Joe flicked his gaze up from the three mares, to Whip Cream and Agent, flashing them a toothy smile. "Nice doing business with you. Once you're done ogling the merchandise, perhaps take you're done, take your own advice and book it, eh?"
>The words were harsh but the tone was light and friendly, with only the thinnest veil of earlier threatening demeanor. [1d6] >U.Intimidate
>Having successfully negotiated this part of the deal, Joe's curiousity was still very much unsated, and as he stepped back out of the light, and into the shadows, he leaned to one side a bit to see if he could spy exactly what these mares were so keen to get their hands on. [1d6] >U.Stealth
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Mr.Agent !e88D3nK6Zk
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>Las Pegasus: Whip Cream >>20849559 >Your words fall on deaf ears as you step back into the dark of the rest of the building, where your attempt to re-stealth only produced dampened sounds from your movements. >Using a table for support, you leaned as close to the edge of the circle of light as possible, eyes fixated on the opening lid of the crate. >With a final creak, Mr.Agent yanked the lid clear, revealing the objects desired by the trio of mares. "So, how's are they? Ya's like 'em?"
>All three mares craned their heads to stare at the 6 cylinders, their expressions fixated on every little detail. "Beautiful..."
"Fantastic...."
"These salty liquorice dildos look fucking amazing!"
>... >The mint Pegasi's words caught you completely off guard, and stooping closer you got a good eyeful of the sex toys. >Yup, those were easily 13inch long horse dildos that produced the strong odor of liquorice. All six of them. "An' as dealt before you's cans find the ingredients fo' these babeh's under the toys'em selves."
Kraut Space Wizard !Krautc0lNU
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>>20847601 >Nigga you aint serious. "I doubt that you're uninteresting but go on."
>I begin to lean forward before remembering that my ribs aren't done healing yet. >The alcohol starts becoming noticeable once she finishes her story. "Wait, you did tell them that you're alive right? Thas kinda screwy if you didn't."
>It isn't nearly as screwy as my story though. >I take another swig and prepare to tell my tale. "My story is definitely much weirder than yours. Let's just say that being free was a forgotten idea and female superiority bullshit alongside one-sided laws made life suck for anyone born with a dick."
>I sigh as I recall memories from home. "They occasionally used... unusual punishments when they felt someone was out of line."
>I lean back against the wall again and take another swig. "Oh well, I scraped by then and live a nice life now so I can't complain too much."
