We ride again
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>>121918
Iron watches in discomfort, figuring that even though they were probably implicitly guilty of dumping corpses down the sewers, these possible deaths by fire is too much. He makes sure to cover as much of the exit as he can, making sure as few griffon as they can try to squeeze through the exit.
Iron watches in discomfort, figuring that even though they were probably implicitly guilty of dumping corpses down the sewers, these possible deaths by fire is too much. He makes sure to cover as much of the exit as he can, making sure as few griffon as they can try to squeeze through the exit.
>>121922
Iron simply stares for a bit, before tugging his cloth shirt out.
"Screw it," he utters, holding his white, worker shirt on his mouth. "This is not right."
He proceeds to try and help putting out the fires on the griffons.
Iron simply stares for a bit, before tugging his cloth shirt out.
"Screw it," he utters, holding his white, worker shirt on his mouth. "This is not right."
He proceeds to try and help putting out the fires on the griffons.
>>121918
Midnight stares grimly at the scene before her, before turning to make sure Meadows cannot see.
Midnight stares grimly at the scene before her, before turning to make sure Meadows cannot see.
>>121923
Hit against the tan and white griffin, now naked and covered in burns
>>121924
Iron's big weight proves useful in this, battering down griffins, already on the floor, with clothing.
The thing is that when the bottle exploded, most of the oil did not immediately burn, but flew up. Which got onto cotton shirts. Which burn more easily than the oil, and are now covered in oil. These can of course be removed, but oil seeps through onto hide, and it takes time to remove the robes.
>>121925
Meadows is behind, in the hallway. She can see nothing. But she can hear the screams. The yipping. Even sometimes the more subtle sounds of fire cackling or steel against flesh
Hit against the tan and white griffin, now naked and covered in burns
>>121924
Iron's big weight proves useful in this, battering down griffins, already on the floor, with clothing.
The thing is that when the bottle exploded, most of the oil did not immediately burn, but flew up. Which got onto cotton shirts. Which burn more easily than the oil, and are now covered in oil. These can of course be removed, but oil seeps through onto hide, and it takes time to remove the robes.
>>121925
Meadows is behind, in the hallway. She can see nothing. But she can hear the screams. The yipping. Even sometimes the more subtle sounds of fire cackling or steel against flesh
>>121926
Iron breathes in, knowing there's bout to be some hoof burning.
"Let us commence the trial by fire."
Without care for his own hoofs and forelegs, he starts to take off as many of the griffons' burning clothes as he can.
Iron breathes in, knowing there's bout to be some hoof burning.
"Let us commence the trial by fire."
Without care for his own hoofs and forelegs, he starts to take off as many of the griffons' burning clothes as he can.
>>121927
The griffin is cut into. Wounded. Ontop of burns. Yet still, he is not out. Though he is knocked down prone, the green and blue jagged, wavy sword swings again, moving back towards him, and to Silver.
>>121928
It's a bit awkward to pull off. It would probbaly be easier with a knife. But not undoable. The griffins do not resist, they do not fight back. But they don't help either. He gets at least one off, after some effort
The griffin is cut into. Wounded. Ontop of burns. Yet still, he is not out. Though he is knocked down prone, the green and blue jagged, wavy sword swings again, moving back towards him, and to Silver.
>>121928
It's a bit awkward to pull off. It would probbaly be easier with a knife. But not undoable. The griffins do not resist, they do not fight back. But they don't help either. He gets at least one off, after some effort
>>121929
Iron would ask Sands for the knife, but he's pretty sure she'd rather watch them, opting to juryrig his teeth as the knife, trying to tear up the burning clothes.
Iron would ask Sands for the knife, but he's pretty sure she'd rather watch them, opting to juryrig his teeth as the knife, trying to tear up the burning clothes.
>>121926
Sadly, Midnight cannot silence the screams for her new friend. But she can make sure that her voice doesn't join them as she stands guard.
Sadly, Midnight cannot silence the screams for her new friend. But she can make sure that her voice doesn't join them as she stands guard.
[1d20+8 = 12]
>>121930
Silver dodges the blade this time. He strikes at the griffon again, hoping for a finishing blow.
>>121930
Silver dodges the blade this time. He strikes at the griffon again, hoping for a finishing blow.
>>121936
If he were on his feet, that would likely not be possible, and certainly not with the help of his magical powers. Yet, even with some mysterious force helping to protect him, he is hit
If he were on his feet, that would likely not be possible, and certainly not with the help of his magical powers. Yet, even with some mysterious force helping to protect him, he is hit
[1d20+7 = 16]
>>121936
From off, over to the right, Mala - covered in blood, off on his own excursion - charges in, and tries to tear into the griffin
>>121936
From off, over to the right, Mala - covered in blood, off on his own excursion - charges in, and tries to tear into the griffin
>>121935
Iron's mind does stop, humming slightly.
"Now that I think about it," he mutters to himself. "I have not seen her on the catwalk with Skies and Star."
Iron's mind does stop, humming slightly.
"Now that I think about it," he mutters to himself. "I have not seen her on the catwalk with Skies and Star."
With corpses and burning bodies littering the floor, all hostile parties are down. The archer that shot at Dark Star at some point slipped into the mass.
>>121938
>>121939
Silver rends into the brunt hide and cuts down into it, as Mala comes up and starts tearing at his neck. The Griffin is down, or dead.
>>121940
She is no where to be seen, nor is Skies for that matter. Dark Star is on the second level hallway railing
>>121938
>>121939
Silver rends into the brunt hide and cuts down into it, as Mala comes up and starts tearing at his neck. The Griffin is down, or dead.
>>121940
She is no where to be seen, nor is Skies for that matter. Dark Star is on the second level hallway railing
>>121941
Seeing the main threat is dealt with, he decides to search the first loose end he should be searching for: Where is Khoi and if she's doing good.
With that, he pulls out himself, following Khoi's steps.
Seeing the main threat is dealt with, he decides to search the first loose end he should be searching for: Where is Khoi and if she's doing good.
With that, he pulls out himself, following Khoi's steps.
>>121941
Dark Star is torn between trying to help out with the chaos below, and looking for his absent marefriend. Even for him, this is pretty brutal.
Silver, now bleeding pretty badly from the wound he got from the magic sword, tries to calm his doggo friend down. "Okay, Mala, he's down, you can stop now."
Dark Star is torn between trying to help out with the chaos below, and looking for his absent marefriend. Even for him, this is pretty brutal.
Silver, now bleeding pretty badly from the wound he got from the magic sword, tries to calm his doggo friend down. "Okay, Mala, he's down, you can stop now."
>>121947
Mala lunges and tears at the griffin, biting him and pulling his neck. He pulls it in a way like its designed to rip the hide off the bone, or even rip the head off. There is blood on Mala's neck fur and around his mouth, almost all of which was not there when Mala left Silver's side a minute ago. He does not respond immediately, but starts to growl less, before calming down.
Dark Star has a fairly good view of what is below. It looks like, unfortunately, not many griffins remain for bounty. There remain several griffins who are either stunned, or unconscious, that still need to be tied, and a few who are downed but could be saved from bleeding out. Unless the two that went to the other side escaped, there are none to spread the word to any other hostiles elsewhere in the building, and in that regards it is a success.
>>121946
There is no trail, persay, but he can go up levels. There is no pony on the second floor
Mala lunges and tears at the griffin, biting him and pulling his neck. He pulls it in a way like its designed to rip the hide off the bone, or even rip the head off. There is blood on Mala's neck fur and around his mouth, almost all of which was not there when Mala left Silver's side a minute ago. He does not respond immediately, but starts to growl less, before calming down.
Dark Star has a fairly good view of what is below. It looks like, unfortunately, not many griffins remain for bounty. There remain several griffins who are either stunned, or unconscious, that still need to be tied, and a few who are downed but could be saved from bleeding out. Unless the two that went to the other side escaped, there are none to spread the word to any other hostiles elsewhere in the building, and in that regards it is a success.
>>121946
There is no trail, persay, but he can go up levels. There is no pony on the second floor
>>121948
Silver starts petting Mala's head and down the back of his neck. "Good boy."
Dark Star starts to tie up what griffons he can find with whatever's available.
Silver starts petting Mala's head and down the back of his neck. "Good boy."
Dark Star starts to tie up what griffons he can find with whatever's available.
>>121950
Mala at first lurches back, as if to bite Silver's hoof when Silver touches him. But he doesn't, and he moves back, letting Silver touch him. He slowly eases out of tension, blinks a few times, calms down, licks the blood off his lips, and starts to pant, moving his head to where Silver can touch him more.
Upstairs, there are two griffins, one of whom is stunned, one is shot with a bow and stunned in part. Downstairs there are many more griffins. Dark Star has a couple ties, some mane ties, and there is always clothing. Plenty of clothing. All of them were wearing robes of some kind, much of which were burnt, but still.
Mala at first lurches back, as if to bite Silver's hoof when Silver touches him. But he doesn't, and he moves back, letting Silver touch him. He slowly eases out of tension, blinks a few times, calms down, licks the blood off his lips, and starts to pant, moving his head to where Silver can touch him more.
Upstairs, there are two griffins, one of whom is stunned, one is shot with a bow and stunned in part. Downstairs there are many more griffins. Dark Star has a couple ties, some mane ties, and there is always clothing. Plenty of clothing. All of them were wearing robes of some kind, much of which were burnt, but still.
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Though the noises of a few whines and moans don't stop, the scene settles down. Mostly, at least. There’s a terrible smell of burning oil, hide, and cotton in the air. The room is darker now, either by soot covering the lights or the lingering remnants of the mist – though it feels as if some active force of darkness has entered the room and suppressed the light.
The Southern entrance, unguarded for the totality of the fight, still shimmers in flame, as the fuel-oil-whiskey-bottle's contents spread across the floor. The viscous liquid of black and gold spreads partly in a puddle, but partly partly across contours in the floor, revealing an uneven surface that slopes slightly east, towards the sea. A second puddle, connected by a stream to the first, represents either a level gathering basin for the oil, or the epicenter of a second shattered bottle. The still-burning puddles leaves an area slightly to the right that could perhaps be wide enough to fit a creature.
But this entrance was no escape. One unfortunate griffin seems to have been caught in the initial fire, and fell in the threshold of the doorway. Her clothes must have caught fire immediately, as none remain, though almost her her body has burn marks. Some portions of her body, more burned than others, must have been where the sticky oil bled through the clothing and onto her hide. Unlike the cotton robes, the oil burns slowly, and ultimately deeper into her hide. Around her chest, beneath her neck, the hilt of one of the twisted daggers sticks out.
Another griffin female did not make it as far, but yet perhaps died even more brutally when she tried to get around the fires of the threshold. She is surrounded in blood, not flame and oil, and it pours out of innumerable tears in her flesh. Her robes are tattered and torn in multiple places, with a great tear on her back around her spine revealing flesh as but crushed as sliced. A shoulder, likewise is ripped into, and the once-brown robe surrounding the right foreleg is dyed with blood. But it's her neck that is the worst off, as dozens of small cuts and tears were matched by a force pulling and ripping first the flesh and skin, then the jugular, out of her neck.
Two more lay by the entrance, though they did not get as far. A lies with a stuck in the back of his head, just to the left of where the spine and skull meet. Another one, whose body is turned around in part, has two bolts sticking out of him from the barrel and the shoulder. He may not even be dead.
The fates of these griffins contrast sharply with those on the opposite side, by the North entrance. Five griffins lay on the floor in their red, brown, and white robes. Punched in the head, headbutted, and hit with a hammer, they often suffer broken bones, broken ribs, and concussions. None are yet dead.
Immediately above the North entrance, on the second level hallway, are two more griffins. Though one is shot in the chest with a bolt, both are stunned.
To the East, by the Sea, four griffins and a zebra lay on the ground. The zebra is stabbed through several times, and fell to his side, with only a small pool of blood. One griffin is simply stunned, though stabbed with a machete. Another lays on the floor. Stabbed twice, and bleeding, but not dead when he fell. One lay dead, but a particularly unfortunate female griffin lays down bleeding and breathing heavily with a robe partly on fire. She fled the fire, only to be stabbed with both dagger and sword.
But it's the Western entrance that has the most bloody scene. A scimitar lying on the ground, a zebra rend and split open, guts on the floor, a pair of griffins cut and sliced, open. Two more griffins who, stabbed and cut, were not likely dead when they fell, but may have since bled out. A scimitar abandoned on the floor.
Closer to the center, between the southern and western exits, a lone griffin is prone and unbound. She is perhaps the only griffin in the entire room – besides Jubilosa – to have no injuries of any kind. Opposite that side, between Iron and Midnight, are four griffins, prone on the floor, and with their robed removed, sometimes torn off. These griffins were splashed with burning oil, which then caught their robes on fire. Iron has physically removed several of the robes. A fifth griffin lies nearer the center, though with even more burn marks, and a bow next to him. He is stunned, but his robe was removed before he sustained more serious burns.
Another griffin, lying blacked and charred on the ground like meat fallen through the grate of a grill, was not so fortunate as the last. This griffin, a bow next to him, must have been right next to the splash of the fire. Rather than finding the opportunity to remove his robe, by some misfortune he must have tripped, slipped, or collided with another griffin in the confusion and fog, falling to the ground into a puddle of oil. He burned where he fell. Also near the center is dead and naked leader of the group, the priest of Sacred Heart. He was fortunate to remove his robe. He was not so fortunate to piss off Silver Sword, and was soon stabbed, cut, and mauled.
The fate of the two griffins that flew up to the second level is unknown, as is the locations of White Sands, Blue Skies, and now Khoi Lua.
Jubilosa, anxious before, now trembles. She pulls her beak back or even furls it upwards, looks away, and tightens the muscles around her eyes. She turns herself to look at the prisoners - but away from the burning scene in the center. Before Khoi went off, she would look on the scene before her with less expressive eyes and tighten lips, though she would cover her eyes and mouth with her foreleg. Mala pants and smiles, enjoying Silver's pets.
All in all, a job well done.
\r
The Southern entrance, unguarded for the totality of the fight, still shimmers in flame, as the fuel-oil-whiskey-bottle's contents spread across the floor. The viscous liquid of black and gold spreads partly in a puddle, but partly partly across contours in the floor, revealing an uneven surface that slopes slightly east, towards the sea. A second puddle, connected by a stream to the first, represents either a level gathering basin for the oil, or the epicenter of a second shattered bottle. The still-burning puddles leaves an area slightly to the right that could perhaps be wide enough to fit a creature.
But this entrance was no escape. One unfortunate griffin seems to have been caught in the initial fire, and fell in the threshold of the doorway. Her clothes must have caught fire immediately, as none remain, though almost her her body has burn marks. Some portions of her body, more burned than others, must have been where the sticky oil bled through the clothing and onto her hide. Unlike the cotton robes, the oil burns slowly, and ultimately deeper into her hide. Around her chest, beneath her neck, the hilt of one of the twisted daggers sticks out.
Another griffin female did not make it as far, but yet perhaps died even more brutally when she tried to get around the fires of the threshold. She is surrounded in blood, not flame and oil, and it pours out of innumerable tears in her flesh. Her robes are tattered and torn in multiple places, with a great tear on her back around her spine revealing flesh as but crushed as sliced. A shoulder, likewise is ripped into, and the once-brown robe surrounding the right foreleg is dyed with blood. But it's her neck that is the worst off, as dozens of small cuts and tears were matched by a force pulling and ripping first the flesh and skin, then the jugular, out of her neck.
Two more lay by the entrance, though they did not get as far. A lies with a stuck in the back of his head, just to the left of where the spine and skull meet. Another one, whose body is turned around in part, has two bolts sticking out of him from the barrel and the shoulder. He may not even be dead.
The fates of these griffins contrast sharply with those on the opposite side, by the North entrance. Five griffins lay on the floor in their red, brown, and white robes. Punched in the head, headbutted, and hit with a hammer, they often suffer broken bones, broken ribs, and concussions. None are yet dead.
Immediately above the North entrance, on the second level hallway, are two more griffins. Though one is shot in the chest with a bolt, both are stunned.
To the East, by the Sea, four griffins and a zebra lay on the ground. The zebra is stabbed through several times, and fell to his side, with only a small pool of blood. One griffin is simply stunned, though stabbed with a machete. Another lays on the floor. Stabbed twice, and bleeding, but not dead when he fell. One lay dead, but a particularly unfortunate female griffin lays down bleeding and breathing heavily with a robe partly on fire. She fled the fire, only to be stabbed with both dagger and sword.
But it's the Western entrance that has the most bloody scene. A scimitar lying on the ground, a zebra rend and split open, guts on the floor, a pair of griffins cut and sliced, open. Two more griffins who, stabbed and cut, were not likely dead when they fell, but may have since bled out. A scimitar abandoned on the floor.
Closer to the center, between the southern and western exits, a lone griffin is prone and unbound. She is perhaps the only griffin in the entire room – besides Jubilosa – to have no injuries of any kind. Opposite that side, between Iron and Midnight, are four griffins, prone on the floor, and with their robed removed, sometimes torn off. These griffins were splashed with burning oil, which then caught their robes on fire. Iron has physically removed several of the robes. A fifth griffin lies nearer the center, though with even more burn marks, and a bow next to him. He is stunned, but his robe was removed before he sustained more serious burns.
Another griffin, lying blacked and charred on the ground like meat fallen through the grate of a grill, was not so fortunate as the last. This griffin, a bow next to him, must have been right next to the splash of the fire. Rather than finding the opportunity to remove his robe, by some misfortune he must have tripped, slipped, or collided with another griffin in the confusion and fog, falling to the ground into a puddle of oil. He burned where he fell. Also near the center is dead and naked leader of the group, the priest of Sacred Heart. He was fortunate to remove his robe. He was not so fortunate to piss off Silver Sword, and was soon stabbed, cut, and mauled.
The fate of the two griffins that flew up to the second level is unknown, as is the locations of White Sands, Blue Skies, and now Khoi Lua.
Jubilosa, anxious before, now trembles. She pulls her beak back or even furls it upwards, looks away, and tightens the muscles around her eyes. She turns herself to look at the prisoners - but away from the burning scene in the center. Before Khoi went off, she would look on the scene before her with less expressive eyes and tighten lips, though she would cover her eyes and mouth with her foreleg. Mala pants and smiles, enjoying Silver's pets.
All in all, a job well done.
\r
>>121957
Iron looks around on the second level, to see that Khoi is not there, nor is she immediately responding to calls
Iron looks around on the second level, to see that Khoi is not there, nor is she immediately responding to calls
The third floor has about the same layout as the second floor, notably with big rooms on the side between the hallway and the atrium than hang over the first floor hall.
But when Iron calls out, he gets a response from the room, over on the right
"Yes? Over here"
But when Iron calls out, he gets a response from the room, over on the right
"Yes? Over here"
>>121960
Iron walks over to the room on the right, making sure his ears are on high alert, possibly anticipating a trap from the griffons.
Iron walks over to the room on the right, making sure his ears are on high alert, possibly anticipating a trap from the griffons.
>>121961
In the hall, around the corner, lying on the floor is a griffin, dead or dying, with a bolt in his back, and some blood on the floor. Just pass this is an open door. A voice, unmistakably Khoi's, says "Iron? come in here"
In the hall, around the corner, lying on the floor is a griffin, dead or dying, with a bolt in his back, and some blood on the floor. Just pass this is an open door. A voice, unmistakably Khoi's, says "Iron? come in here"
>>121963
The door enters into a hall 50 feet or so long, and big enough for a set of beds on each side, and indeed there are beds on each side, and a few drawers too. Most are empty, but some have sheets and pillows, and a couple even have the sheets and pillows pulled back.
More interesting is what is closer to the door. Khoi is sitting down in the middle, with four griffins, two to each side. Chicks. Small ones. Or rather two very small ones, one almost an adolescent, and one between those two ages.
Khoi looks at Iron. The small griffins look afraid or disturbed, though not terrified, understanding that something is clearly wrong, but not understanding what. Khoi herself is mostly not expressive, but with a slight air of concern
The door enters into a hall 50 feet or so long, and big enough for a set of beds on each side, and indeed there are beds on each side, and a few drawers too. Most are empty, but some have sheets and pillows, and a couple even have the sheets and pillows pulled back.
More interesting is what is closer to the door. Khoi is sitting down in the middle, with four griffins, two to each side. Chicks. Small ones. Or rather two very small ones, one almost an adolescent, and one between those two ages.
Khoi looks at Iron. The small griffins look afraid or disturbed, though not terrified, understanding that something is clearly wrong, but not understanding what. Khoi herself is mostly not expressive, but with a slight air of concern
>>121964
Iron cocks his head, unsure of what to think of this surprisingly twisted event happening in front of him.
"It seems we have found... chicks?" he offers, trying to figure out the proper term for these small birds.
Iron cocks his head, unsure of what to think of this surprisingly twisted event happening in front of him.
"It seems we have found... chicks?" he offers, trying to figure out the proper term for these small birds.
>>121965
She nods, halfway, before stopping
“Yes. Well. I do not know what to calm them” she says in her almost over bearing accent.
“But they are here. I do not know why they did not take them with them.”
One of the smaller chicks, with a grey and brown coloration, walks - he at least can walk - over closer to Iron
She nods, halfway, before stopping
“Yes. Well. I do not know what to calm them” she says in her almost over bearing accent.
“But they are here. I do not know why they did not take them with them.”
One of the smaller chicks, with a grey and brown coloration, walks - he at least can walk - over closer to Iron
>>121966
Iron looks at the chick with apparent curiosity, mind going back to what the madestallion he and Ash argued about way before as he lets it come closer.
Iron looks at the chick with apparent curiosity, mind going back to what the madestallion he and Ash argued about way before as he lets it come closer.
>>121967
The chick sits down about two feet from Iron, then sits up in a way so his forelegs do not touch the ground, and he looks up to Iron with big, orange eyes.
Then the oldest Chick speaks in ponish
"What is going on?"
The chick sits down about two feet from Iron, then sits up in a way so his forelegs do not touch the ground, and he looks up to Iron with big, orange eyes.
Then the oldest Chick speaks in ponish
"What is going on?"
>>121968
Iron looks at Khoi, frankly discomforted by what he should say, before breathing deeply.
"A fight out on the main hall," he responds. "Many got hurt out there due to what they did." He pauses. "Some more than others."
Iron looks at Khoi, frankly discomforted by what he should say, before breathing deeply.
"A fight out on the main hall," he responds. "Many got hurt out there due to what they did." He pauses. "Some more than others."
>>121969
Khoi shakes her head, slowly, and mouths "no."
She has a hoof around the chick that is still young, but in the middle of the age range.
The older griffin, who is still only elementary school aged, still has many questions. "Who are you? Why are there outsiders? ...... Are the elders okay?"
He is tearing up
Khoi shakes her head, slowly, and mouths "no."
She has a hoof around the chick that is still young, but in the middle of the age range.
The older griffin, who is still only elementary school aged, still has many questions. "Who are you? Why are there outsiders? ...... Are the elders okay?"
He is tearing up
>>121970
Iron looks at Khoi, not really understanding the effects on the children he's causing by telling him this.
"I am not sure who are these elders," he responds. "But some outsiders got angry and decided they were not approving of what they did."
Iron kneels down, hopefully still blocking the exit in case the small griff was outside.
"Tell me. Do you know what they did?"
Iron looks at Khoi, not really understanding the effects on the children he's causing by telling him this.
"I am not sure who are these elders," he responds. "But some outsiders got angry and decided they were not approving of what they did."
Iron kneels down, hopefully still blocking the exit in case the small griff was outside.
"Tell me. Do you know what they did?"
>>121971
Khoi is still shaking her head, but she now moves a foreleg between the older chick and Iron. The middle one looks on in intrigue, the one that came up to Iron is still looking at Iron, and the second youngest, a female, has evidently fallen asleep against a bed post
"They made a community because the outsiders would not let them. And now they are hurt."
He is angry and teary eyed
Khoi is still shaking her head, but she now moves a foreleg between the older chick and Iron. The middle one looks on in intrigue, the one that came up to Iron is still looking at Iron, and the second youngest, a female, has evidently fallen asleep against a bed post
"They made a community because the outsiders would not let them. And now they are hurt."
He is angry and teary eyed
>>121972
Iron simply remains there, opting to stop answering the small one's questions as he figures the chick wouldn't believe if he told the chick, deciding to simply block the exit with his body.
He only shakes his head.
Iron simply remains there, opting to stop answering the small one's questions as he figures the chick wouldn't believe if he told the chick, deciding to simply block the exit with his body.
He only shakes his head.
>>121973
He is silent for a moment. The moves forward a step, into Khoi’s hooves.
“Are mom and dad okay?” He asks
Now, he can’t stop himself from crying, and he sits down again
The chick leaning on the bed post wakes up, and says a word in some foreign language to the female in Khoi’s arms. She speaks back to her, and both seem confused and concerned, but more composed than the crying older male. The one in front of Iron stops looking at him, and looks back to the older make.
“And Juergen and Deinesheer....”
Khoi removes her leg from in front of him, and places it around him
He doesn’t look up, but says “What will happen to us?”
The older female says something to him in a foreogn language, and he responds with a single word.
Khoi looks back to Iron
“I saw the griffin and the hotbed one go upstairs.”
He is silent for a moment. The moves forward a step, into Khoi’s hooves.
“Are mom and dad okay?” He asks
Now, he can’t stop himself from crying, and he sits down again
The chick leaning on the bed post wakes up, and says a word in some foreign language to the female in Khoi’s arms. She speaks back to her, and both seem confused and concerned, but more composed than the crying older male. The one in front of Iron stops looking at him, and looks back to the older make.
“And Juergen and Deinesheer....”
Khoi removes her leg from in front of him, and places it around him
He doesn’t look up, but says “What will happen to us?”
The older female says something to him in a foreogn language, and he responds with a single word.
Khoi looks back to Iron
“I saw the griffin and the hotbed one go upstairs.”
>>121974
With a nod, Iron simply closes the door as he leaves, following Khoi instructions, grunting slightly over the difficulty of the kirin's situation.
(I hope she'll be fine in there. At least she won't be too bloodthirsty)
With a nod, Iron simply closes the door as he leaves, following Khoi instructions, grunting slightly over the difficulty of the kirin's situation.
(I hope she'll be fine in there. At least she won't be too bloodthirsty)
>>121975
Iron goes back to the stairs. While the stairs to the left, going down, are metal, the ones going up are wooden. In the exact separation between the third and fourth floor, a span of about 10 inches, there is naked cinderblock, and above that, a flaking white paint scheme covers the walls. The door - metal, like the lower doors, but unpainted - is open. There is no open railing on this top level, but wooden walls with a simple paint. The hall is not well illuminated to the right, with one simple light. To the left, there is one door, and a door by the corner of the hall. But to the right is one door. It is open
Iron goes back to the stairs. While the stairs to the left, going down, are metal, the ones going up are wooden. In the exact separation between the third and fourth floor, a span of about 10 inches, there is naked cinderblock, and above that, a flaking white paint scheme covers the walls. The door - metal, like the lower doors, but unpainted - is open. There is no open railing on this top level, but wooden walls with a simple paint. The hall is not well illuminated to the right, with one simple light. To the left, there is one door, and a door by the corner of the hall. But to the right is one door. It is open
>>121977
Iron, mainly looking for the missing party members, carefully tiptoes towards the open door, trying to be as stealthy as possible.
[1d20+2 = 14]
<Move silently roll
Iron, mainly looking for the missing party members, carefully tiptoes towards the open door, trying to be as stealthy as possible.
[1d20+2 = 14]
<Move silently roll
>>121978
The room is dark, with a single light from a lamp off to the left on what presumably is a table. At the opposite side of the room is a slender form of a quadruped. Though sitting when Iron enters the room, it stands up and faces Iron. A green glow emanates from a cylinder on the top of what must be its head, and a glimmering metal object floats in a cloud of green light in the air five feet in front of it. Further over to the right, another figure slumps down, and in the lantern's light is recognizable as a female griffin, looking almost emaciated and unconscious, laying on its back against the wall. Near the griffin, a little further away from Iron is another doorway, and a light comes out from it as well
The room is dark, with a single light from a lamp off to the left on what presumably is a table. At the opposite side of the room is a slender form of a quadruped. Though sitting when Iron enters the room, it stands up and faces Iron. A green glow emanates from a cylinder on the top of what must be its head, and a glimmering metal object floats in a cloud of green light in the air five feet in front of it. Further over to the right, another figure slumps down, and in the lantern's light is recognizable as a female griffin, looking almost emaciated and unconscious, laying on its back against the wall. Near the griffin, a little further away from Iron is another doorway, and a light comes out from it as well
>>121979
Iron tries to stay hidden, maybe getting to witness what is the situation at hand.
[1d20+2 = 17]
<Hidden big guy (Hide roll)
Iron tries to stay hidden, maybe getting to witness what is the situation at hand.
[1d20+2 = 17]
<Hidden big guy (Hide roll)
>>121980
Iron cannot hide in the doorway, though it is very easy to hide simply by moving to the side
If he does so, he can hear - in ponish - a loud whisper:
"Someone's at the door"
Iron cannot hide in the doorway, though it is very easy to hide simply by moving to the side
If he does so, he can hear - in ponish - a loud whisper:
"Someone's at the door"
>>121981
Iron reluctantly walks out with a curious expression, ears folded slightly at the possible chance of danger, even though he may know who is the one.
Iron reluctantly walks out with a curious expression, ears folded slightly at the possible chance of danger, even though he may know who is the one.
>>121982
Hmmmm.....
From through the trees, a new wind blows harsh and cold down from the North. Spark can feel the winter air drop from the mild cold a minute ago, to something much colder, as the air is filled with the sound of rustling leaves. In front of him, next to the station, is a Changeling, with no disguise, but naked chitin. Perhaps it isn't fair to say "naked," as most of his body is covered in a thick white jacket that seems to be both winter protection and the standard uniform of the Gendarme.
>>121983
When he looks in, he sees the form again, silently and delicately walking like a stalking cat nearer the center of the room. But the form is recognizable now as White Sands, still hovering one of those wavy daggers in front of her. She twists her head for a moment, move her head further forward, and says "Oh. Iron! That's you." She light fades and the knife is let down.
Hmmmm.....
From through the trees, a new wind blows harsh and cold down from the North. Spark can feel the winter air drop from the mild cold a minute ago, to something much colder, as the air is filled with the sound of rustling leaves. In front of him, next to the station, is a Changeling, with no disguise, but naked chitin. Perhaps it isn't fair to say "naked," as most of his body is covered in a thick white jacket that seems to be both winter protection and the standard uniform of the Gendarme.
>>121983
When he looks in, he sees the form again, silently and delicately walking like a stalking cat nearer the center of the room. But the form is recognizable now as White Sands, still hovering one of those wavy daggers in front of her. She twists her head for a moment, move her head further forward, and says "Oh. Iron! That's you." She light fades and the knife is let down.
>>121981
Iron walks towards her, assuming things are in control.
"I am," he answers. "It seems you have caught some griffons."
Iron walks towards her, assuming things are in control.
"I am," he answers. "It seems you have caught some griffons."
>>121984
Spark hends right up to the station and glances at the changeling, wondering if he will stop Spark from entering.
Spark hends right up to the station and glances at the changeling, wondering if he will stop Spark from entering.
>>121985
She comes in closer to him. Much closer, without regard for Iron's personal space. "Well hello." She says with a smile. She glances over to the griffin collapsed on the floor next to her. The griffin still has a tense facial expression, as if in fear or pain.
"We followed this one up here. Maybe she was trying to hide or access the roof" she shrugs.
>>121986
Indeed, he does
"Halt. Papers and your purpose."
She comes in closer to him. Much closer, without regard for Iron's personal space. "Well hello." She says with a smile. She glances over to the griffin collapsed on the floor next to her. The griffin still has a tense facial expression, as if in fear or pain.
"We followed this one up here. Maybe she was trying to hide or access the roof" she shrugs.
>>121986
Indeed, he does
"Halt. Papers and your purpose."
>>121987
"Unfortunately, I was not given papers. Zu Lang insisted I talk to a prisioner and get the needed information to the terroristic ations halting production immediately or I would join him in there."
"Unfortunately, I was not given papers. Zu Lang insisted I talk to a prisioner and get the needed information to the terroristic ations halting production immediately or I would join him in there."
>>121987
Iron admittedly isn't that uncomfortable with the Sands' bodypressing, aside from a slight blush as she looks appreciatedly at Sands.
"Good. I doubt the boss would want loose ends."
Iron admittedly isn't that uncomfortable with the Sands' bodypressing, aside from a slight blush as she looks appreciatedly at Sands.
"Good. I doubt the boss would want loose ends."
>>121985
>>121987
A beak sticks out from the open door way, and a griffin comes into the room. White Sands pulls back a little from Iron, but otherwise seems undisturbed. And though the physical appears of the dark and brown griffin doesn't particularly stand out, her response leaves no ambiguity as to her identity.
"Indeed. We can't have them alerting the other parts of this conspiracy..."
She is silent for a moment
"I think I am beginning to understand why the Equestrians sealed the records when they raided this place before. Come look at what is in the next room."
>>121988
"Surely you have at least identity papers" he says
>>121987
A beak sticks out from the open door way, and a griffin comes into the room. White Sands pulls back a little from Iron, but otherwise seems undisturbed. And though the physical appears of the dark and brown griffin doesn't particularly stand out, her response leaves no ambiguity as to her identity.
"Indeed. We can't have them alerting the other parts of this conspiracy..."
She is silent for a moment
"I think I am beginning to understand why the Equestrians sealed the records when they raided this place before. Come look at what is in the next room."
>>121988
"Surely you have at least identity papers" he says
>>121990
"Surely you can let me pass for a few minutes before I'm sent back to work. Unless you want to argue with Zu Lang about it."
I think this calls for a roll, right?
"Surely you can let me pass for a few minutes before I'm sent back to work. Unless you want to argue with Zu Lang about it."
I think this calls for a roll, right?
>>121989
>>121990
If Iron goes in, he sees a wide open room with unpainted concrete or cinder block walls, and no windows, illuminated by a lantern that sits on the floor. Not far from the doorway, over to the left, a steel hook hangs from the ceiling. Some days before, Iron purchased the hide of a Tiger and of a Bear from a taxidermist. Iron sees here too what looks like a hide cut from an animal. This one is golden color, and comes from a cat, sized to be a cougar or possibly an adolescent lion. Blue Skies comes up to show it to Iron.
"But look at this"
She moves down a few feet to show off a new hide. But the pink colored fur on the hide, and the pattern of a flower, lower on the hide, leaves no doubt as to exactly what it is a hide of.
>>121991
He can Or he can just show the cards given to them at the check point
>>121990
If Iron goes in, he sees a wide open room with unpainted concrete or cinder block walls, and no windows, illuminated by a lantern that sits on the floor. Not far from the doorway, over to the left, a steel hook hangs from the ceiling. Some days before, Iron purchased the hide of a Tiger and of a Bear from a taxidermist. Iron sees here too what looks like a hide cut from an animal. This one is golden color, and comes from a cat, sized to be a cougar or possibly an adolescent lion. Blue Skies comes up to show it to Iron.
"But look at this"
She moves down a few feet to show off a new hide. But the pink colored fur on the hide, and the pattern of a flower, lower on the hide, leaves no doubt as to exactly what it is a hide of.
>>121991
He can Or he can just show the cards given to them at the check point
>>121992
Iron studies it carefully, unsure of what's he looking at.
"Is... is that a pony hide?" he asks incredulously, before rubbing it softly, feeling strangely nostalgic about home.
Iron studies it carefully, unsure of what's he looking at.
"Is... is that a pony hide?" he asks incredulously, before rubbing it softly, feeling strangely nostalgic about home.
>>121993
Maybe show off one with a bluff roll
>>121994
She nods
"That's exactly what it looks like. Griffin hide too. I have no idea if it's a popular thing in central Griffonia, or if they remove the fur, tan it and pass it off as cow leather. At this point I wouldn't really doubt either"
Over further to the right is a metal table, with a couple knives on it. Long, straight knives, not the twisted daggers
Maybe show off one with a bluff roll
>>121994
She nods
"That's exactly what it looks like. Griffin hide too. I have no idea if it's a popular thing in central Griffonia, or if they remove the fur, tan it and pass it off as cow leather. At this point I wouldn't really doubt either"
Over further to the right is a metal table, with a couple knives on it. Long, straight knives, not the twisted daggers
>>121995
Iron blinks, turning to the table, looking curiously.
"It sounds like they worship appearances, possibly," he theorizes as he walks to the metal table, looking at the knife.
Iron blinks, turning to the table, looking curiously.
"It sounds like they worship appearances, possibly," he theorizes as he walks to the metal table, looking at the knife.
>>121996
"Some of their bourgeoisie over their are particularly degenerate. It would surprise me. I know they like to collect unicorn horns"
White sands, walking in, touches her horn
The knife on the table is a straight edged blade, nine inches, and rounded towards a pointed end rather than consistently tapered. Another knife is equal length, and with the dull end of a butcher's knife
>>121997
He looks down at the paper, then back up to Spark.
"Sorry to keep you, Sir."
He walks over a step, and opens the door for Spark
"Some of their bourgeoisie over their are particularly degenerate. It would surprise me. I know they like to collect unicorn horns"
White sands, walking in, touches her horn
The knife on the table is a straight edged blade, nine inches, and rounded towards a pointed end rather than consistently tapered. Another knife is equal length, and with the dull end of a butcher's knife
>>121997
He looks down at the paper, then back up to Spark.
"Sorry to keep you, Sir."
He walks over a step, and opens the door for Spark
>>121999
Iron is unsure of what to think of this, inspecting the item in question with a frown.
"I assume this is simply more evidence to further hunt down the griffons, at least."
He ponders slightly as he remembers the chicks a floor below, figuring they must be taught that it's correct to butcher their enemies...
Iron is unsure of what to think of this, inspecting the item in question with a frown.
"I assume this is simply more evidence to further hunt down the griffons, at least."
He ponders slightly as he remembers the chicks a floor below, figuring they must be taught that it's correct to butcher their enemies...
>>122000
Spark walks in to see a pastel yellow female pony receptionist to the left. But they don't stop there. The guard from outside escorts Spark through a door in the center, and towards an area in the back, past some offices. Through a door on the left, and then, there are cells.
The pony in question is a Mahogony brown Earth Pony, looking very fatigued and weak, lying on the floor in a 6 foot by eight foot cell
>>122001
Shekels is silent for a moment
".... They are certainly efficient"
There cannot be much doubt that the creatures who live in and operate this place - turning griffins and ponies into leather hide just one floor above where they keep their young - intended to induct these children into this system. At least they didn't want to take the children along with them for whatever is happening at Midnight.
A slight sound of something moving against concrete further into the room
Spark walks in to see a pastel yellow female pony receptionist to the left. But they don't stop there. The guard from outside escorts Spark through a door in the center, and towards an area in the back, past some offices. Through a door on the left, and then, there are cells.
The pony in question is a Mahogony brown Earth Pony, looking very fatigued and weak, lying on the floor in a 6 foot by eight foot cell
>>122001
Shekels is silent for a moment
".... They are certainly efficient"
There cannot be much doubt that the creatures who live in and operate this place - turning griffins and ponies into leather hide just one floor above where they keep their young - intended to induct these children into this system. At least they didn't want to take the children along with them for whatever is happening at Midnight.
A slight sound of something moving against concrete further into the room
>>122002
His ear flickers at the sound, intent in finding the sound as he clip clops towards the noise.
His ear flickers at the sound, intent in finding the sound as he clip clops towards the noise.
>>122003
It must be towards the end of the room over to the right of the entrance. There is a lantern on the floor, but it doesn't illuminate enough over there to determine what is making the movement
It must be towards the end of the room over to the right of the entrance. There is a lantern on the floor, but it doesn't illuminate enough over there to determine what is making the movement
Iron picks up the magic light with his mouth, trying to make it easier to illuminate the noise maker.
>>122002
Spark clears his throat and speaks to the pony in question.
"So, you are the trouble maker, huh?"
Spark clears his throat and speaks to the pony in question.
"So, you are the trouble maker, huh?"
>>122002
>another sad brown pony that needs therapy
Midnight feels she is needed, but as to where, she hasn't a clue
>another sad brown pony that needs therapy
Midnight feels she is needed, but as to where, she hasn't a clue
>>122005
With the light picked up, Iron can walk over, and see what it is.
Hanging from a wire on the ceiling, though from a longer line, is what is recognizable as a Griffin. He is upside down, hanging low enough that his lower back is on the ground, neck is awkwardly positioned, and his head is on the ground, while his lower back is hanging in the air, as are his hind legs. His wings are tied, and his forelegs are tied. He is skinny and looks somewhat starved, and has bags around the eyes.
Then he moves, wiggling side to side. There is a small string tying his beak down.
>>122006
He looks up, lethargically, at Spark.
"I am"
>>122007
This one is Onyx's problem.
Midnight can be aware of the scene in >>121956
With the light picked up, Iron can walk over, and see what it is.
Hanging from a wire on the ceiling, though from a longer line, is what is recognizable as a Griffin. He is upside down, hanging low enough that his lower back is on the ground, neck is awkwardly positioned, and his head is on the ground, while his lower back is hanging in the air, as are his hind legs. His wings are tied, and his forelegs are tied. He is skinny and looks somewhat starved, and has bags around the eyes.
Then he moves, wiggling side to side. There is a small string tying his beak down.
>>122006
He looks up, lethargically, at Spark.
"I am"
>>122007
This one is Onyx's problem.
Midnight can be aware of the scene in >>121956
>>122008
Iron looks at the griffon, extremely puzzled at the hanging griffon on hanging upside down. He glances back to Shekels, his ears folded slightly.
"Uh, boss? Did you tie up a griffon in here?"
Iron looks at the griffon, extremely puzzled at the hanging griffon on hanging upside down. He glances back to Shekels, his ears folded slightly.
"Uh, boss? Did you tie up a griffon in here?"
Midnight surveys the damage with a grim expression before beginning to look over all of her team members to assess their injuries.
>>122008
"I need to discuss some things with you."
He turns to the guard.
"Why is he so weak? I am going to need him conscious if I'm going to get anywhere in the interogation."
"I need to discuss some things with you."
He turns to the guard.
"Why is he so weak? I am going to need him conscious if I'm going to get anywhere in the interogation."
>>121956
The griffin opens its eyes. His eyes. A dark brown color, and out of focus, but looking towards Iron. The pupils contract greatly in the lantern light. His feathers and his hide are a distinct yellow color, somewhat rare but not unseen for griffins.
"No....."
She starts to come over
>>122010
Midnight herself took the worst of the damage (around -~29 HP after the healing). Silver is moderately injured, as is Iron, though he left. Jubilosa is..... psychologically damaged, but not physically hurt. Khoi was not hit, and though Mala is covered in blood, it isn't his own.
>>122011
"Must be from the interrogation" he answers, but then shrugs
The griffin opens its eyes. His eyes. A dark brown color, and out of focus, but looking towards Iron. The pupils contract greatly in the lantern light. His feathers and his hide are a distinct yellow color, somewhat rare but not unseen for griffins.
"No....."
She starts to come over
>>122010
Midnight herself took the worst of the damage (around -~29 HP after the healing). Silver is moderately injured, as is Iron, though he left. Jubilosa is..... psychologically damaged, but not physically hurt. Khoi was not hit, and though Mala is covered in blood, it isn't his own.
>>122011
"Must be from the interrogation" he answers, but then shrugs
>>122012
I guess that does it for me.
Midnight's amlet glows a deep blue, before it begins to spread over her entire body closing some of her wounds.
+10 hp from lay on hooves.
She then takes a few deep breaths before stepping over to gently pet Jubilosa.
I guess that does it for me.
Midnight's amlet glows a deep blue, before it begins to spread over her entire body closing some of her wounds.
+10 hp from lay on hooves.
She then takes a few deep breaths before stepping over to gently pet Jubilosa.
>>122012
Biting off the mouth restraint on the tied griffin's beak, he curiously gazes over him. "Tell me, do you understand me?" he asks sternly at him
Biting off the mouth restraint on the tied griffin's beak, he curiously gazes over him. "Tell me, do you understand me?" he asks sternly at him
>>122013
He nods
"You can have him sit at a table in a recorded room.... Or you can do it here. Either way."
>>122014
Jubilosa is frightened and looking at the prisoners, but then looks over at Jubilosa when the blue light envelops her
"Woah... I didn't know the winged ponies could do magic"
She is pet. Her fur is short, and her awkward expression suggests she doesn't understand the gesture.
>>122015
The restraint is removed
"Scheisse!"
He bits, then gags, then he says - in accented Ponish, but nevertheless, in Ponish:
"Ja, I understand you Pony."
He nods
"You can have him sit at a table in a recorded room.... Or you can do it here. Either way."
>>122014
Jubilosa is frightened and looking at the prisoners, but then looks over at Jubilosa when the blue light envelops her
"Woah... I didn't know the winged ponies could do magic"
She is pet. Her fur is short, and her awkward expression suggests she doesn't understand the gesture.
>>122015
The restraint is removed
"Scheisse!"
He bits, then gags, then he says - in accented Ponish, but nevertheless, in Ponish:
"Ja, I understand you Pony."
>>122016
Midnight continues the pet
"Only some can, and I receive my magic from Princess Luna. As for the petting, I use it a gesture of comfort and calming."
Midnight continues the pet
"Only some can, and I receive my magic from Princess Luna. As for the petting, I use it a gesture of comfort and calming."
>>122016
"He is probably going to pass out if he is moved any more. I'll just do it here. Go ahead and let me in."
"He is probably going to pass out if he is moved any more. I'll just do it here. Go ahead and let me in."
>>122019
He unlocks the door on the cell. Then he says
"If you need anything, I will be outside" and moves back with military organization
He unlocks the door on the cell. Then he says
"If you need anything, I will be outside" and moves back with military organization
>>122020
Iron rolls his eyes, before hopping up to grab the griffon by the waist with his forelegs, then biting off the hanging restraint.
Iron rolls his eyes, before hopping up to grab the griffon by the waist with his forelegs, then biting off the hanging restraint.
>>122024
Who says Iron let go?
Iron swiftly follows him to the floor, basically falling ontop of him, albeit not crushing the griffon with his weight, staring at him directly.
"There we go," he states "now do you feel more cooperative?"
Who says Iron let go?
Iron swiftly follows him to the floor, basically falling ontop of him, albeit not crushing the griffon with his weight, staring at him directly.
"There we go," he states "now do you feel more cooperative?"
>>122024
"Well, the thing about stories is they change from pony to pony. I would like to hear it for you now."
"Well, the thing about stories is they change from pony to pony. I would like to hear it for you now."
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