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The employ of adventurers has always been a common occurrence in Equestria.

Cheap to hire, even when considering their reliability, plentiful and eager to work in the right situations, it is fortunate that Equestria itself is a land conducive to these people. Especially when, every so often, you find some with some special talents.

Barter Cape is one of these towns. Near the eastern coast of Equestria, their merchants have always relied on paid retainers from these batches of adventurers to assist them with their needs. As such, it is common to find other such adventurers here, looking for work.

The Merchant's Guild building is just ahead on the road, and their posters have been calling for help. Their large doors are imposing, but open.


Enter the building.
Look around.


I walk over to the building and turn to Breezy Seas.
"Well sister? I think this is the building, and we do need work… shall we?"


I enter, bouncing up and down next to Minty Key


Push past the sisters in search of a hard drink.


Enter the building and look around


Roll #0 5 = 5


You're in the middle of an entrance hall. A desk is right ahead, the receptionist looking quite bored. The doors around presumably lead to offices and meeting rooms, the ones on the second floor probably fancier rooms. The stairs are right by you if you're interested.

The receptionist looks at you and points upwards before going back to her magazine.

You enter the building as well. The receptionist wordlessly points upwards again, before going back to reading.


"Hey! How rude…"
I move inside.


You see the same things.


The receptionist sees quite bored with pointing upwards now, though. She just ignores you and hopes you follow the other pony.


"Is there a mess hall?"


"Thank you! I totally knew it was that way!"

Move upwards.


Might as well follow the other pony.
But I wait for my sister, of course.


I follow Minty Key, keeping my side against hers while looking around excitedly


"Thank you, miss. I am forever in your debt!"

Go up


"No. There's a bathroom to the back, though."

The large sign pointing applicants to the office in the centre seems to be your destination.

She still doesn't respond. Oh, well. You're up with the rest and see the sign.


Just go to the office already!


Sigh and head upstairs to the whatever office.


"Let's go, dear sister!"
I whip her flank with my tail and enter the center office


Follow the rest of the party

"Greetings possible friends!"


"Someone's excited… Try to keep cal-"
I sigh and shake my head and follow her. Inside the office!



A plump earth stallion rests comfortably in the chair behind his desk, plated with gold on the edges.

"Oh, hello. Applicants, are you? Here is the situation: our main trade partner is the town of Markerville, whom we have not heard word in some time. You see, we trade between ourselves to trade goods over to other areas, and without them we're in quite ab it of trouble, indeed. S o I trust you're going to solve this problem once you've gone over there to see what's wrong, hmm?"


"We going by land, sea, or air? Because I'm not drunk enough to consider the first three."


"So… our job is just to see what's going on in the town? Simple enough. What do you think, sister?"
"But you only said three…"


"Of course! I'm a certified Trader even, we'll have no problem solving it!"
Fake a smile and Bluff.

Roll #1 3 + 2 = 5


"Smells like… adventure! Sounds perfect, count me in sir!"


"Sounds super easy! We'll be over there in no time!"
I move about excitedly, shaking the beads in my tail

"I think it sounds like easy pay for us, big sis!"
I boop her on the nose


"Trade hubs don't just dry up for no reason. And they'd know if a pegasus storm held up travel."

'1d10' Random roll to recall lore about Markerville.

"Worst case scenario, dragon's wiped it off the map…"

Roll #1 2 = 2


"Oh, we're, uh.. rather short handed, so I'm afraid you'll just have to buy yourself enough drink to walk there! It's not too far, a day's walk. But how about I recommend Jill Dan's ferments? Finest fermented goat milk to go with the other drinks the sell, and I'll have a good rise in my assets!"

"Hmm… Well, if you really are a certified trader, maybe you'll consider helping us send a message? Tell them to that the next stock of Sectshrooms are rotting!"

It's an important trading hub, being a recipient for goods from Barter Cape. That's as far as you know.

"Excellent, I like your attitude, I wish more people were more agreeable!"


"Will do! Now can we be on our way? Is this our whole party?"


Round up everypony with my telekinesis and start pulling them along

"Come on! Let's hurry! Adventure!"

Roll #0 8 = 8


"A day's walk? I can fly that no problem!"
I turn to Minty Key and wink
"I can even carry you there if you want, sis~"




"I think it'd be best if we traveled with everyone else, sister."
I chuckle before I'm grabbed by >>210715
"Hey! Stop that!"
I try to break free.

Roll #0 8 = 8


"I can leave you in charge of that."

"To the back of this very meeting hall! Make sure you order a glass of my Fermented Milk, too!"


I alight up the stairs, putting on my most businesslike smile.

"Sorry I'm late. I couldn't make heads or tails of your secretary."


Poke Ghent. "Back of the hall. Pub. Now."


You may leave for Markerville at any time. Up to you if you want to timeskip a day or play it out.

The fat stallion in his chair turns to see you.

"Good, good. Just ask the lady over there, she knows what to do!"
He points at Seam.


"Just a moment!"

I grin

"You got it."

Sprint over there, pulling everyone along still

Roll #0 4 = 4


"Yup! Trader business! And trade stuff! Because I'm a trader! Yes! A real one!"

Roll #1 5 + 2 = 7


The strain is too much, and everyone drops back quite undignified.


I turn to the Pegasus.

"I've got what you need! International pegasus of mystery right here. Where to, chief? You name it, I make it happen."


I get up and stretch my wings.
"Oooh ow that hurt…"


"Ah, damn. Stupid horn."

I pat her on the back

"Pain is good! It means you are still alive and kicking! Now let's get moving!"

Roll #0 9 = 9


"Ow! That didn't hurt! At all!"

"Uh, we are going to a town called Markerville!"

I turn to the other ponies.
"So, everypony ready to go? We should go there to Trader stuff because I'm a trader! And I'm totally not doing this adventurer stuff because I'm broke! Not at all! In fact I'm so stinking rich that I would never have to trade in my trader life ever again! So, can we go now?"
Fake another smile and bluff.

Roll #1 4 + 2 = 6


"Ow… please don't do that again."
I get up and dust myself off.
"So we're going to the… pub?"


"Really? Then perhaps you'd consider an investment into our funds? Please?"

"May as well have a last drink before you go! My pub serves only the finest fermented milk! From the finest goats, too!"


Drag self across floor.

"Need… drink…"


Roll #1 8 = 8


"Ah! Don't touch me please!"
I scurry behind Minty Key.

I lean in and whisper to her.
"Please make sure to watch yourself around the drinks this time, sister. Last visit's display was so embarassing…"


"Sounds good to me Chief. Let's go. I'm ready for the road, or the sky! Let's get after it! I'm ready to go. Whatever you want! Lead the way. Get on with it!"


"Uh, I left all my fortune in my other pants, sorry! Maybe next time!"

Roll #1 2 + 2 = 4


What luck, there's a trail of droplets of white fluid leading to outside.

He frowns.
"Well, there's a bank nearby…"


"Don't let me keep you waiting, miss trader!"

"Ah, my apologies. I meant not to offend."

Pick her up with my telekinesis and drag her along to the bar

Roll #0 5 = 5


"I- I wasn't planning on getting anything! I don't want to let that happen again! Not in public at least…"
"I agree. Why don't we just get on with it already?"
"Do you… need help?"


"Gotta' hurry! The thingies are rotting! No time now!"

"Yes, yes, let's go, let's go!"

I pace around uncomfortably.


I wave a hoof in front of the distressed Bard.

"Hey Chief, I hate to say it but—"

I indicate Ghent dragging Iro.

"We're bleeding party members! Let's get after it!"


Iro is agreeable to you bringing her to the pub, so it takes a little less effort than usual to hold her.


"Right, we're here! Whaddya want?"

Take a look at what they're offering

Roll #0 10 = 10


I follow the two


"Menus are for… are for something-or-others and so-and-sos."

"…Hardest drink available!"


I look around the pub. How many patrons are there? What's the atmosphere like?

Roll #0 3 = 3




Confetti showers you the moment you enter the pub. A showmare and a well dressed stallion approaches you two.

"W-ell, congratulations, boys and girls! Looks like we've got our hundred thousandth entry into the pub! For today, looks like you can drink all you want, daaar~lings~"

The menu to the back is as shown:

>Apple cider Sold out

>Dogshroom wine Sold out
>Fermented Goat Milk
>Sectshroom Sunshine Sold out


"I sure do looove Goat Milk."

Roll #1 4 + 2 = 6


"Ah! Ahahaha! That's fantasti-"

Take a look at the menu


Should I?

Roll #0 6 = 6


Uh, whoops
>Fermented Goat Milk

Not a lot of people, it seems, just a few die-hards or upper-class ponies sipping a viscous white fluid from their mugs.

"Fraid' since trade got shut down all we've had is milk from the goatlands, hun. Enjoy~"

The bartender slides you a glass.


Ah what the heck, why not?

"I'll have a mug of goatmilk!"


"Drink up!"

More glasses are slid your way.


"Goat milk?… Can I just get a glass of water?"


In the flash of an eye, I swing open my case of disguises and quickly leap into a fancy suit, then quickly pin on a badge.

Roll #0 5 + 2 = 7


Begrudgingly order and accept goat milk.

Ask the staff, "Who was the last pony to come from Markerville, anyhow? I wanna word with them…"


"Glass of goat milk please! A small one…!"

Roll #0 8 = 8


Well, why not.
How is it?

Roll #1 3 = 3


Didn't mean to post that until I finished typing. Whoops.

I stride up to the bartender and demand, "I am here for your annual tavern inspection. I'll need to see your special reserve."


"We can indulge just a little bit, sister! Just watch yourself, okay?"


"I already told you, it's a bad idea…"


Let's drink up! How's it taste?

"I remember this one time I was on a trip with a group up North and got caught in a storm for a whole week. Had to drink goat milk straight from the source to keep ourselves fed."

Roll #0 6 = 6


The showmare makes an odd swaying of her body before a murky glass is slid to you.

One of the ponies nods and leads you to the back.

There are barrels and barrels of Fermented Goat milk.

Like liquid cheese.


I take a sip.
It isn't poisonous, is it?

Roll #0 3 = 3


I perform a thorough search of the stock to determine if the drinks are being stored at proper temperature, and if any animals have nested in the stock room.

Roll #0 6 = 6


Either way, you all get your glasses of goat milk.

Like a mix of cheese and wine. You're okay with it.

"Hmmm… that was a long time ago. We figured the groups of adventurers we've sent there would have solved it already. Geh."


"Yep, this place is absolutely not disgusting."

Roll #1 10 + 2 = 12


"Okay, so, you're not saying it's monsters, but… it's monsters?"


"Just a little bit!"
I take a drink '1d10', then put the glass to Minty's mouth and try to get her to drink 'r2 1d10'

Roll #1 5 = 5 / Roll #2 7 = 7


Once I've finished, wipe my mouth with a hoof and listen to Iro talk with the staff

Roll #0 2 = 2


No, but it tastes like diluted cheese. Guess the clean and used glasses got mixed up.

"Such a kind soul you are!"
The bartender is pleased. The whole place also seems a little less disgusting, too.

Everything fine. They do serve the wealtheir here.

"Wouldn't know. No news, Maybe they all got drunk on that new drink they were talking about. Oh, well. It was pretty good while we had some."

It's like milk mixed it with beer.


…how well can I hold my alcohol?

Roll #0 3 = 3


I push it away from me then.
"Ah- hey!"
I reluctantly drink it.
It's not alcoholic, is it?…

Roll #0 8 = 8


"This is all very mysterious… perhaps lollygagging in here was not the best of ideas after all. We should probably get going right away!"

Roll #0 2 = 2


I turn to the staff pony and remark, "I'm going to be honest with you. I was going to mark you down. I have EVERY REASON to mark you down. But I'm not going to. You know why, champ?"

I dramatically point a hoof at Seam.

"THAT was the most sincere statement of customer satisfaction I have ever heard in my life. THAT is the magic of a job well done. And for THAT, I'm going to let you off the hook. You keep up the good work."

Roll #0 3 = 3


I have no idea why there was a roll there. Disregard that.


"Yeah. Can we go now? Not that I disliked being here or anything."

Roll #1 9 + 2 = 11


Not too well. A bit more and you may start feeling dizzy.

It is, but you hold your alcohol much better. You can keep drinking.


The showmare approaches you.
"Oooh, you words are so swee-eet, hun! We're going to have a special surprise for you come next time!"


"Well, I like the sound of a new drink, and whatever it is, there's more of it in Markerville."

Get up from seat and stumble towards an exit. "A time to get paid and a time to get pissed~"


Roll #1 5 = 5


"You know sister… I spot a few well off ponies around here. You can play a little tune and earn some extra coin while we're here?"
Take another drink

Roll #0 9 = 9


Empowered by drink, you manage to make it out.


Use my TK to help her walk if needed

And swoop up the rest of the party as well, dragging them out

Roll #0 5 = 5


"Mm… that sounds like a pretty good idea, sister."
I take another sip of the milk and take out my instrument, and start playing.

Roll #0 1 = 1


"Gee, I can't wait for it. I am sure it will be as amazing as everything else here so far."

"That sounds great, keep playing!"
'r2 1d10+2'

Roll #1 4 + 2 = 6 / Roll #2 6 + 2 = 8


I dance around her in hopes of drawing attention

Roll #0 3 + 2 = 5


Feel that telekinetic grip pushing me along.



"What? Oh no! I'm not getting fresh at all, miss!"

Roll #0 6 = 6



The Barbiton is a fine instrument, and the affluent in the bar have seen many a stage play showing its finest use. All eyes are on you as you take it out.

You put it on your head and begin bucking about, making mooing noises. Like the famed pony Merda Arte, you wish to make a postmodern statement by disrupting their expectations of a good performance. What is a 'good' performance, anyway? That is what you want them to question.

Unfortunately, they don't seem very impressed by your deep statement, especially that minotaur crying out of trauma in the corner .

Luckily, Ghent drags you all out before more damage is done.


I giggle as I'm dragged out
"That's a new one, sis! Very, uh… unique!"


I go wide-eyed and squirm, bucking against the ground as I'm dragged out by my hind legs.



Everyone is now out of the bar, by the way.


"I really liked that performance. In fact, I'd like you to play it again sometime."

Roll #1 5 + 2 = 7


I clop my hooves together excitedly

"Alright everypony! We should get going to Markerville!"

Roll #0 8 = 8


"Yes, we should. This wasn't a waste of time at all."

Roll #1 9 + 2 = 11


"Which way was Markerville, again? And you wanna get a cart for this?"

"Hey, wha'd I miss back there? Sounds like a real commotion."


"Fine by me!"


"I- It wasn't my best performance… I just wanted to try something new!"
"Yes! I agree, to this Markerville now!"

Roll #0 6 = 6


I give her an odd look.

"I dunno about that, Chief. Sure seemed like a waste of time to me. So we gonna run this thing or what?"


Timeskip there?


Fine by me.


I'm cool with that


Yeah, no need to drag this out


Yes please.


Push it doc, push it!



The party just finished getting kicked out of a bar and decided to do the job they were hired for.

After a day of travel, they've arrived at Markerville. Standard architecture for a pony town, but the population much less. The houses appear inhabited, but no one is out in the streets.

A town hall is in the center, just up ahead on the road. warehouses and homes are arranged orderly in districts.


"Looks a little… abandoned. Kinda spooky!"
I huddle up near Minty Key.
"S-Shall we, sis?"


"It's just empty streets, sister. Not that scary."
I shake my head and chuckle, then give her a quick hug with a hoof.
"But yes, we shall."


You can see warehouses for goods, the town hall, residential houses and a few bars among the many varieties of shops.


"Right…! Let's go then!"
I make my way to the town hall, whipping Minty's nose with my tail as I pass her


"The town hall would be a good place to start. Let's head there."
I playfully bite and give her tail a tug and walk over to the Town Hall.


a Male Unicorn appears behind you two as you enter the town hall, apparently investigating as well. zulu, your cue.


"Hiya! You two seem like you're up to something interesting… Mind if I ask what it is?"


"I- We're investigating the town hall!"
Yep. Totally not doing anything else. Nope.

Roll #0 4 = 4


Now you enter the town hall.

For some reason, all the blinds are drawn, and the stench of soil and rotting food fills the air.

There is no receptionist at the desk. However, even under the limited light, you can see a figure huddled in the corner.

You have a +2. Seems legit.


I bounce in front of him
"Hiya! We're here on a job! Gotta see what's up with the ponies over here not responding for some uh… trading stuff?"

"Well walking is something, right?"
I whip her with my tail again



"Neat! Can I join in? I'm good at investigations, I promise."


I pull her over to me and whisper in her ear,
"Sister! Not in front of others! Please!"
"O- Of course!"
I try to approach the figure to get a better view.

Roll #0 9 = 9


"Sure! It seems like easy money anyway!"

"I'm just teasing, sis! Honest!"
I follow and do the same

Roll #0 1 = 1


Follow them inside and investigate that figure and stuff.

Roll #0 9 = 9


It's clearly a pony. From her appearance it can be assumed that she is, or was, the receptionist.

She gives you a curious look as you approach. The floorboards under her seem to be dug up, exposing the soil underneath. For some reason, she is sitting in the patch of soil, while the remains of about 3 days worth of food surround her.

"Oh, hello. How can I help you?"

Her tone is normal, even if her voice is a little weak.

Roll again.


You see the same as



Roll #0 4 = 4


I raise an eyebrow at her,
"Why the… all this? What happened?"
I gesture to all the food surrounding her and the floorboards that were dug up.


"Hey there! Not one for keeping things tidy, are ya?" I laugh congenially and try to charm her.

Roll #0 7 = 7


The pony sneezes at you.

Luckily, you manage to dodge enough that her sneeze doesn't hit your face, but your front hoof is quite icky now with mucus.

"Hmm? Oh, well, I guess I just had the urge one day to stay here. It really feels better than you think, I don't know why I never tried it before! No, really, it feels fantastic! Anyways, how can I help you? And please close the door behind you, the light is irritating.


"I don't really like leaving this spot, I guess! It feels kind of comfortable to have this stuff around, too. Hahahahaha-"

Roll #1 8 = 8


"Are you… well?"
Look her over. Does she look well?

Roll #0 5 = 5


"Ew! Ewewewewew!"
I stomp my hooves around trying to get it off.

Roll #0 9 = 9


I shut the door for her.
"I like the sun, but it's a bit bright."

Roll #0 3 = 3


She coughs a little, though ti doesn't sound like the usual cough you'd get from a flu.

Your flailing about manages to get the mucus off, more or less. It seems less viscous than usual, the odd particles you noticed inside likely contributing.

She looks like she's seen better days. Her eyes are rather bloodshot and she seems o have trouble keeping them open. Her belly is also covered with soil.


"Do you know what's happened here?"
While I ask her, I look around the rest of the place. Anything out of the ordinary?

Roll #0 9 = 9


"Is the spot that comfy? It's just dirt…"
Locate on the dirt. It's just normal dirt right?

Roll #0 5 = 5


"So, like, you see anything unusual around here?"

Roll #0 6 = 6


It's perfectly ordinary, for the region at least. Capable of supporting lots of plants and fungi.

Other than the windows being covered with cloth to block out light where blinds are not available, and the stench, you also note the the air is dustier than usual. Those particles seem too large to be dust.

"Nah. It just feels good. Lots of people here agree now. Hell, if you'll go downstairs you can find some adventurers like you who liked it so much they decided to stay!"

"I guess we all figured out this would feel good!"


"Something strange is going on with the air… can't be dust. Maybe… maybe spores? I have a hunch that this is what's causing all this strange behavior…"
I turn back to the mare,
"What's your name? And when did you start… doing these things?"


"Is that so…"
Locate on the room. Try to get a good look at what's floating around in the air

Roll #0 8 = 8


"Hmm? Oh, Desk Sitter. It was after we got in that new drink a week back! Guess it opened our eyes to these pleasures! Sectshroom wine, was it! Yeah, maybe the bar still has some stock!"

Yep, those are spores. luckily, they don't seem to be the sort that comes active easily, but under the right conditions…


Huh. Do I know what a sectshroom is? Can I make a scholar roll for that?

Roll #0 6 = 6


"Yep! It's spores…"
I hide my nose in Minty's hair to keep from breathing them in

Roll #0 8 = 8


You know it's a fungus that grows in remote jungles, revered by some ancient civilisations and has been known to have the curious property of infecting insects to propagate themselves. Recent news is that Markerville has been importing Sectshrooms to make a new sort of wine.

She won't be breathing in any now that you've put a cloth over your face.


I hide my nose in my robe and try not to breathe in any more spores.

"Wow, uh, mushroom wine? Doesn't sound very tasty."


"Smart idea, Breezy."
I draw my handkerchief and cover my mouth with it.
"What should we do with Desk Sitter?"


"Oh, it is, it is! Why don't you go ahead and try some in the bar, if they have any left. Hope the adventurers like yourself in the basement didn't finish up the last batch!""



"Maybe we should get her out of here? This air can't be goof for her!"

Roll #0 5 = 5


"These spores might be making her sick. Sectshrooms are some weird fungi, and it can't be good to be breathing those spores in."

"Why don't you come with us outside, huh? Get some fresh air and sunlight?"

Roll #1 1 = 1


You've put a cloth over her face, She won't be breathing in any spores now.


Roll #1 9 = 9


She recoils into the soil even further.

"Heavens, no! Do you realise how hot and blinding that otuside light is? I'll stay here, thank yo u very much, and I'm sure everyone else in town agrees with that!"


"Not even gonna give it a chance? C'mon! It's not that bad!"

Roll #0 9 = 9


Hmmm. She's clearly delusional and sick.

I try to teleport her outside.

Roll #0 8 = 8


"It is, Frankly, I don't know how I never realised this before!"

She's outside now.

Roll #1 4 = 4


"Yeah, come with us! Please?"
Improvise a little dance. Maybe it'll be enough to entice her to follow us out~

Roll #0 1 = 1


She's no longer here, but you do try mounting where she was . You fall over and get some soil on you.

You all hear a scream from outside.


Uh oh.

Go outside an check up on the patient.

Roll #0 9 = 9


I get up and run outside, trying to ignore the embarrassment of what I just did.

Roll #0 10 = 10


"…What were you trying to do there, Breezy?"
I raise my eyebrow and look outside. Something tells me she isn't taking it well…
I prepare to catch her in my magic when she inevitably runs back in.

Roll #0 4 = 4


"N-Nothing! Be right back big sis!"


Outside, she seems to be flailing about. She's grabbing her head, as if suppressing some urge, but she fails. She looks at you, eyes lost of all reason, and charges at you. Roll to dodge.

You realise that was actually a pretty good routine after all. Maybe the modern song and dance guild would appreciate it.

You don't need to dodge.

It doesn't look like she'll run back in.


"Whoah there!"
And try to teleport her 100 feet away from us, but still outside and on the ground.

Roll #1 2 = 2


Sounds like commotion outside…
I rush out there and try to restrain her in my magic!

Roll #0 6 = 6


Try to fly at her and restrain her!

Roll #0 4 = 4



Roll #1 9 = 9


You're hit by her charge, causing you to gasp for air. Your close proximity to her also means that you've sucked in a few spores, seemingly coming from inside her lungs.

Minty manages to slow her down enough for Sunspot to teleport her away.

you crash on the ground, but luckily Desk sitting is far enough away.

She's now flailing about further away.


I try to cough a bit.

"Calm down, it's just the sun!"
'r2 1d10'

Roll #1 3 = 3 / Roll #2 10 = 10


"Geez I'm so clumsy today…"
Fly after her and try to restrain her! She's a complete danger like this!

Roll #0 2 = 2


Try to restrain her again and drag her inside!

Roll #0 5 = 5


"No, not inside! That's where all the spores are!"


"She's just going to freak out if we keep her out here though, unless you have some idea to restrain her! We don't even know if the spores can be cured yet!"


You manage to cough up a few spores, and your voice is enough to bring her back to her sense.

"N-No it isn't! Look, it even made me want to attack you! So just let me back inside already! I-I…"

She's thrashing about too much to be effectively held.


"Hey now… shhh… it's okay! It's not the sun! It's the spores!"
I walk closer to her and signal to Breezy that we should both try to restrain her, and grab her with my magic!

Roll #0 4 = 4



Roll #0 10 = 10


I nod and try to hold her down

Roll #0 9 + 2 = 11


"I've got it!"

Could I teleport her into the ground so that she's just buried and not, you know, dead? If so, I do that.


Roll #1 9 = 9


To be clear — her head would stick out in this situation, so that she can breathe. She'd just be stuck in the ground, buried so that she can't move.


She's now perfectly calm, and you've managed to hold her back in place.
"I-please excuse me. The sun, it's really uncomfortable, and then suddenly I just had an urge to attack…"

You need to displace some soil first. Looks like you've managed to make a comfortable hole for her. You can drop her in at any time.


"Now, you see that hole there, and I don't want to bury you in that hole, but if you keep thrashing around and charging us and trying to get back in there, we're going to have to put you in the hole.

"So are we going to have to put you in the hole?"


Roll #1 8 = 8


I signal to my sister to help me calm her down, and move closer to her, then pull her into a hug and slowly rub her back.
"Shh… shh… the sun's not bad. The sun's your friend."

Roll #0 2 = 2


every. time.


"Just let us calm you down…"
I take her hoof and softly rub it
"No reason to panic, see?"

Roll #0 10 + 2 = 12


Where am I?


"Actually, that would feel better, yes! Just give me some shade, some water and some food and I'll be fine there."

She coughs up some more spores.

"I.. mmm. I don't want to dry up, though. It feels like I'll dry up. It's just so uncomfortable!"


Bury her in the hole and give her some water.

"You stay here while we sort this out."


Roll #1 2 = 2


With the party. They made it to Markerville, and found the receptionist of the town hall soaking herself in soil in a dark room filled with mushroom spores. She panicked when they teleported her out and they just managed to calm her down.

"Ahhh… too little! Maybe you could pop into the bar and see if they have nay more of that wine, though, might want to take some for yourselves! The last batch of adventurers that came here liked it!"


"No wine for you!"

Give her some more water. And let's go.


Yeah okay.

I'm just going to follow the party and use Heal whenever needed


"…Something tells me we should probably keep her away from the soil."
"Wait! Hold up, we need to decide something better to do with her!"
I pull him back with my magic.

Roll #0 7 = 7


"We'll check it out…"
Head to the bar


I'm totally not late!


You're with the party.

"Just get me some wine or alcohol! The craving is really strong today…"


"What's wrong with dirt? I guess we could tie her up, but this is just way more efficient."


"Oh, uh, I was told to tell you that the thingies are rotting! Because I'm a trader too!"

Roll #1 9 + 2 = 11


"She dug through the floorboards to get to the dirt. Evidently it has some significance, and might be dangerous."


"Oh? In that case, where is our next batch of Sectshrooms? Could you tell Barter Cape to hurry up and ship them over already? I think we're running short to make Sectshroom wine!"

"It just feels good, okay? I bet you never tried it! Just hurry up and get me some drink!"


"Sister, she was sitting in the dirt before we got here. I don't think a little more sitting's gonna hurt her!"


"I've changed my mind. No water for you."
Take away that water.


"Doesn't it hurt? At all?"

Use Heal on her

Roll #0 1 + 2 = 3


"Uh, it is on it's way!"

Roll #1 7 + 2 = 9


"Then what are you going to do? Ah, whatever. It might rain soon anyway. Just-why not check out the bar and have some wine yourselves then? Maybe you'll share some…"


"Yes sister, but she dug through the floorboards to get to the dirt. Why would she do that if it wasn't the spore's influence?"
"You're a scientist or whatever, aren't you? Can't you look her over to see what's wrong?"


"Fine! Let's drag her along with us then!"


"Good, good. Tell the bar that!"
She relaxes.

She begins gasping for air as more spores begin to spray out from her lungs. Uh oh.

Roll #1 3 = 3


"I'm a fire wizard. I mostly burn, singe, and saute things and teach the students how to do the same without burning anything important."

"I dunno. If we do that, she might throw a fit again. Let's just leave her here and come back later.

"Hey, if she sprouts, then I'll have something to saute for dinner!"


"I- What'd you do to her?"


"What's happening to her?!"
I hide behind Minty


Looks like it caused a bad reaction of some sort. She passes out amid a spore cloud. As she coughs for the last time, you notice something wiry come out of her mouth.


I give it a small tug with my magic. It isn't stuck in there, is it?

Roll #0 4 = 4


"That doesn't freak me out at all!"

Roll #1 3 + 2 = 5



Heal her! Reanimate her! Do something!

Roll #0 3 + 2 = 5


Locate on it. What is that?

Roll #0 5 = 5


Nope. It seems to be a piece of something that was severed.

Her breathing's a little clearer. Whatever damage you did seems to be restored, and better.

It looks like.. a thread of hypha? It feels chitinous enough. You've seen them at the base of mushrooms and toadstools.


Teleport the wire thing out of her mouth. Put it about ten feet to the left of her.

Roll #1 2 = 2


I turn to the others.
"So…what is thaaaaat?"


"Looks like those spores are growing inside of her. Gross…"


"So… wait, these spores are actually growing something inside them?"
I gasp.
"Sweet Celestia… do you know how to get rid of them, Breezy?"


You damage it a bit and it goes 5 feet to her right instead.


"… I've seen a lot of shit in my day… but that is just messed up."


" have a perfectly reasonable explanation for this! I'm part scientist too!"

Roll #1 9 + 2 = 11



I cover up my nose with my robe again and get closer. I open up her mouth and look inside.


Roll #1 3 = 3


My eyes widen

"Really? Thank the Moon! How do we fix this?"


"Uh, not really… Maybe I can improvise a way to get that thing out at least…"

Roll #0 9 = 9


Seems legit.
You even have some surgical masks to prove it. N-no, you didn't swipe them off the back of a cart or anything.

The tongue appears to have been compromised somehow. Some hyphae seem to be integrated into it.


"Wow, never seen anything like that before.

"Hey, uh, cleric guy — you could try curing her. Maybe that would help."


Put on my surgical mask for added believability.

"It's easy. The thingy shrooms are growing inside. She needs a bypass surgery."

Roll #1 9 + 2 = 11


"What do you see?"
"Oh? You know a way to fix her?!"


As it turns out, surgery actually is an option for these infections, you read it in a magazine some time back. As long as the brain has not been compromised, at least.


"Not really a cleric I'm afraid. I know how to deal with wounds and stuff but diseases and curing are beyond me."

"Can you do that? What do you need? I could help! I know some first aid at least."


"Yes, yes, unless her brain turned into goo we just need to slice it up and remove the excess stuff!"

"Uh, sorry, I left my 'Surgeon ID' in my other jacket, it is against the law to perform surgery without that!"

Roll #1 3 + 2 = 5


"Oh please, don't be ridiculous! This is an emergency!"


"Well, maybe I could just try teleporting the mushrooms out of her. How big is it, you think?"


Please roll for scholarly knowledge



Roll #1 5 = 5


"Do you want me to be punished by law or something! I don't want to go to jail! Not that I ever was in jail!'

"Uh…no idea… maybe the size of a bit?"
email field dice

Roll #0 6 + 2 = 8

Roll #1 5 + 2 = 7


You suddenly remember that Sectshrooms are very small, being capable of infecting insects, and it is unlikely that teleporting them out would have much success. You would need extreme precision repeatedly, especially in the infection has reached the brain.


Well, what luck. You read news about the recent discovery of bit-sized sectshrooms and that was why they were chosen to make wine.


"No… No I don't. Damn. What do we do now…"


"Maybe we should leave this for someone else with more experience in the matter."

I tear a page out of my spellbook and write a little not.

"My name is Desk Sitter. I am very sick with Sectshroom spores. If you find me, please take me to a healer."

And then I attach the note to her with a bit of gum.


"…Do you really think someone else is going to come here? Or if anyone else has the expertise to deal with this?"


And I try to heal her one more time to make sure she'll be alright.

"Don't worry, we'll solve this whole thing, miss."

Roll #0 9 + 2 = 11


"Well, one of you could look around for a healer, but we gotta get down there and find anyone else who was infected, too. And the note is a better shot than just leaving her. Or cutting on her. Or teleporting her brain out."


"…Well hopefully someone comes along to help her! …Got anymore gum?"


She coughs a bit more, and wakes up.

"Hmm? Huh? What the- oh man, did I really ask you to bury me in the ground? It feels awful, someone help me out, please! Damn, that's some strong wine we got in that day…."


"Yeah, a little."

I give her some. It's lemon-flavored.


I try to teleport her out.
"Are you better now? Do you still want more wine?"

Roll #0 10 = 10


"Tehehe thanks!"
I pop it in my mouth and chew


"I think giving her more wine and shrooms after this infection is a terrific idea."

Roll #0 4 + 2 = 6


"…That's a terrible idea! I'm asking her if she's free of the spore's influence or not."


Perfect. She doesn't have a single spot of dirt on her. She is quite pleased.

"No, thank you, just water will do. I-! Wait, everyone else can't still be burying themselves in dirt, are they? Excuse me, but could I be escorted to the bar? I need to stop the sale of this wine right now, if there are any left. This isn't good…"


"Let's not give her any more wine. Or let her go back in there. That was the problem, remember?"


"Oh you're improving! Great! What's your name?"


"To the bar then!"

"I knew that! I was just testing you!"

Roll #0 6 + 2 = 8


"That's not what I…"
I smack my face.
"Ooh, may I have some?"


"I'm pretty sure I told you before, didn't I? Name's Desk Sitter, administrative assistant for the town hall here. We need to check on the bar, now."


"Oh right. I get ya."

I give her some gum, too.


"Wait! I can share!"
I put the gum on the tip of my tongue and press my mouth against hers

Roll #0 9 = 9


"Right! Sorry, must have been distracted at the time."

Turn to Minty

"Could you levitate miss Desk Sitter along as we go check on the bar?"


"Did you just…kiss your own sister?"



Try not to kiss her back?

Roll #0 9 = 9


"Oh, wow."
Rolling to hide my "interest' at this.

Roll #1 1 = 1


I clear my throat uncomfortably

"Well… this sure is going to places!"


Mother of god.

This is the hottest thing you have ever seen. This puts your childhood memories and complexes to shame. God. Damn.

Fluid starts leaking from your belly. It's like the time a girl flashed you in school and made you leak pre-cuddle, embarrassing you in front of everyone.

Desk Sitter looks quite concerned.
"Could we please get going? We need to hurry! And.. oh dear-the sun is beginning to irritate me again, I'm afraid I won't have my right mind for long…"



Pick her up with my telekinesis and take her to the bar

Roll #0 2 = 2


I break away.
"What's wrong? You always seems to have fun when we-"

"Oh dear…"
Rolling to not get distracted by that and get moving to the bar

Roll #0 7 = 7


"That's normally in priva-!"

Roll #0 10 = 10


"Uh.. this is not wierd at all… let's just go."


"Hey, uh, wait up!"
Follow and try to walk it off.

Roll #1 9 = 9


Your will seems to be reflected by the wind, and the tailwind moves everyone there in a hurry! Hooray!

Everyone is in front of the bar now.

Desk sitter shakes her head for a bit before knocking.

"Official inspection! We are going in!"

She slams the door open. Like the town hall, the place is dark, and ponies are huddled in corners with soil, surrounded by food waste.


Is there a torch or something around to make some light?

Roll #1 1 = 1


"Everyone! Cover your mouths!"
I cover mine with my handkerchief and pull my sister close to me and walk inside, looking around.

Roll #0 4 = 4



Cover my mouth with a piece of cloth or something and start looking around. Any ponies in need of first aid?

Roll #0 5 + 2 = 7


I hide my nose in my robe.

I inspect the nearest pony.

"What's up, ponies?"

Roll #1 10 = 10


Cover my mouth

Roll #0 1 = 1


Nope, but you could make one. just light that stick over there right next to the alcohol barrels! What could go wrong? Not like the whole place isn't going down in a blaze if you do.

You end up blowing a bunch of spores into your lungs. Uh oh.

This handkerchief is pretty old, and doesn't work very well.

One of the ponies in the corners responds.
"Nothing much. Sucks that we got no more booze left, though. That mushroom wine sure was sweet."

No one seems especially distressed.


Ohgosh cough it ouuuuuut!

Roll #0 1 = 1


Well make some light!

Roll #1 7 = 7


How many are in here?


"Oh for Luna's sake…"

Use my telekinesis to clear her mouth out, then put a piece of cloth against it so she can't breathe that crap in anymore.

Roll #0 2 = 2


"Did you…-"
I try to get it out of her!
Use my magic, make her cough it out!

Roll #0 2 = 2



No one succeeds in helping you. Uh oh. They seem firmly lodged inside now.

Luckily, the spores seem dormant for now. However, if you trigger them into becoming active…

You don't have anything to make a light with.

Desk Sitter shakes her head a little more.
"I doubt they will become active yet, the brewers were dealing with the spores long before any of us got infected. There must be something that triggers them. Until we find out… becareful."


"I… nononono…"
I pull Breezy into a tight hug and plant a bunch of kisses on her face.
"Please… no… I-…"

Roll #0 4 = 4


"Anyone has a light?"

"She'll be fine, don't worry."

Roll #1 5 + 2 = 7


"Open wide, dear."

Try to get a good look inside and teleport most of them out.

Roll #1 5 = 5


"Just stay calm, no sense in getting worked up."

"I'm curious… What changed for them to be activated?"

Roll #0 4 = 4


Looks like it's just the workers. A bartender and 2 waitresses.

The spores are too small to teleport effectively, but at least now her breathing is clear. Most of them are gone.

"Honestly, I don't know. We know abut the properties of sectshrooms, and the mutant strains that we recently rediscovered seems to be no different. Although… in ancient civilisations, gods of drink were associated with fungi, and vice versa. I wonder…"


"Well, that's most of them. You'll owe me later."
I wink.


"So why are we here again?"


"What? What's wrong?"


"Is she better? Please oh please tell me she's better…"
I try not to tear up and continue hugging her.
Uh… I'm not quite sure what I can do here without vs. Should I just drop out or keep going?

Roll #0 3 = 3


I need to go to bed now, so I'm out in a minute, too.


I burst through the doors to the bar.


Then, noticing the group of familiar faces, I cry, "Hey! There you are! Did you ditch me? You totally ditched me! Why did you ditch me? Do you have any idea how hard it is to get directions to Markerville when you don't even know what you're supposed to do there? Everyone just stares at you. I had to use a map!"


"I need to check to make sure the others aren't feeling the same. But… this is bad. We'll need to find a cure, because I don't think that healing removed the fungus from me, it only halted the effects. I.. urrrgggh…."

I wonder if fermenting them into alcohol, or mixing them with alcohol might have done something. If they were associated…

Roll #1 4 = 4


Suddenly, Desk Sitter moves over to one of the ponies in the corner, ad seats herself, covering her coat with soil again in the process.

"Excuse me, I was just feeling very uncomfortable. Yeah… oh, hmm… I don't think the fungus is much of a problem, actually, why not get that batch of sect shrooms over here so you can try some?"



"Hey, hey! Stay with us!"

Heal again!

Roll #0 5 + 2 = 7


She's much healthier than the other ponies here.

"Oh, thanks for that. Feels a lot better."

Roll #1 7 = 7


She reclines back and sighs.


I wipe my brow

"Thank the moon. We need your help to solve this. I've never seen anything like this before and you seem to have a good idea of what went on."

Clean the dirt off of her with my telekinesis

Roll #0 1 + 2 = 3


"So uh, what're all of you doing standing around in the dark?"

I open my case of disguises, which explicitly contains alcohol and lighters, and smash a bottle on the ground, then try to light the slick. Nothing could go wrong with this plan.

Roll #0 2 = 2


You decide digging a hole next to her for yourself is a nice idea.

"Why? I feel perfectly fine. Hell, ask the other ponies around. It feels fine to be here in the soil, right?"

There is a murmuring of agreement.

Looks like you didn't halt the effects of the fungus this time.

While water contains hydrogen, it doesn't really work that way.



Get out of there.

"Come on… work!"

Heal again!

Roll #0 10 + 2 = 12


"That worked in a play I saw once."

I search the room for anything else to light.

Roll #0 8 = 8


"…! Gah! Oh dear, thank you."

She leaps off the soil.

"Unless the fungus is removed, it seems that any attempts to heal will be temporary."

What luck. One of the torches still seems to work. You light it, and a few ponies in the corners recoil.

Do you guys want to go on? seems like everyone else has stopped


I'm fine with stopping, I just figured it would be awkward to make one post announcing my return, then do nothing before disappearing for the first part of next session.


Okay then
Need to take a break anyway. Now the place is lit.


Nah, it's fine


The party made it to Markerville, only to find the inhabitants exhibiting and odd love for soil and darkness. Further investigation has revealed that the inhabitants have been overtaken by some sort of fungus that grows inside the body. Now that Ghent has used his healing to at least temporarily halt the effects of the fungus on the victim's mind, Desk Sitter, the receptionist, has asked for the party's aid.

You are all inside the bar. Desk Sitter is trying to decide what to do.


"So how many people are in the town hall? You said there were some adventurers in there, too."


"Other than them, just the mayor and myself, the other employees seem to have decided to stay home. I haven't seen the adventurers for a few days though, I'm certain they're in the basement. Like yourselves, they were sent by Barter Cape, only they never made it out of the town hall."


"There's more of this… stuff in the basement?"


"It looks like it. If it were not for that pony's healing the fungus would have continued to affect my perception, most likely. Right now, though, I am still infected and could relapse at any time. First of all, I need you to see if you can retrieve the adventurers, then send a message to Barter Cape requesting healers with large doses of Fungone, understand?"


"You sure know a lot about this fungus for a simple secretary."


"Hmm, thank you. I need to do my work for the town, and mind you, it's a lot harder than one might think. I'm mostly guessing here, to be honest, so please get as much help as you can."


"I didn't mean it as a compliment, though. I mean — why do you know so much? Where were you getting this fungus and wine from, again?"


"You're sure it's just this fungus stuff and not some kind of overarching sabotage conspiracy dark cultist hoodoo whatsit?"


"It was an import from Barter Cape. We're known for our breweries, we've made wines out of just about anything. Then we were offered these giant variety of sectshrooms and we thought 'why not'? We really didn't think it'd turn out like this."

"Well, there were ancient gods of Fungi and Drink, but I don't think there are any more followers, are there? I mean, those religions are over a thousand years old. I don't know who'd gain from spreading it if it wasn't for that."


Humming merrily to myself, I'll enter the bar.
"Rather dead out there today, Barkeep. I do wonder what-"
I'll stop in mid-sentence and mid-stride as I take in the fact the bar is mostly empty, save for what appear to be a rather unhappy group.
"…Did I come at a bad time?"


"You'd be surprised what can survive a millennium of obscurity. Or at least that's what one learns toi expect in this line of work."

"You got a ledger saying who sold you the shrooms?"


>"…Did I come at a bad time?"

"That's what she said." Iro snickers, dividing her attention between Desk and the new guy.


"You should cover your nose while you're in here, friend. There are spores in the air that will make you pretty sick if you breath them in."


A bespectacled pony with a parchment cutie mark looks at you.

"Sir, please, I'm afraid you need to leave immediately, this town is now a hazardous area. Unless you wish to render assistance."

"In the town hall. We can go back there now, and hopefully you can retrieve those adventurers too."


Rolling not to breath in spores.


Roll #1 8 = 8


You covered your mouth with a working piece of cloth. You're pretty safe.


"Spores? Sick? I've no idea what…"
"My lady, the only hazard here is your loveliness. And it would be my utter delight to tender my aid to your service."
I'll make a bit of a showy bow here, and take some spare cloth from my bags to tie into a mask.
Suppose I'll roll to see how much of a loon I appear to be…

Roll #0 1 = 1



Dear god.

That's what you wanted to say, at least.


The cloth mask you haphazardly attempt to put together while trying to distract everyone form your spahgetti ends up making the fart you loosed much more visible. The pony is speechless.


Iro waves angrily at him. "Hey! She's not the only one with a pair swingin' tween her hocks!"


"Hahaha. Good work, loverboy." I give Peppercorn a pat on the back.


Attempting to recover myself, I'll force the event from my mind.
"So. Ahem. About these spores?"


"They're infecting ponies. The town was turning some mushrooms into that wine, and we think those mushrooms are what are giving off those spores.

"Presumably the secret lies in that town hall. I say we go down there and check it out."

"And a pretty one you are, but let's get moving."


I enter the bar and look around at the ponies socializing. My mood is swinging high today, but I try not to draw attention to it, I go up to the bar and ask about their beverages.


"Y-yes. If you wish to render assistance, I will need all of you to escort me back to the town hall. I will retrieve what records I can for you and you need to see if you can get those adventurers stuck in the basement out. Hopefully their infection has not progressed very far yet…"

You can leave at any time.


"Hey, you shouldn't be breathing in the spores, either!"


"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, I've heard this town has the finest ale in the nation and I've come to have a taste." I smile at you.


There's no one at the bar, but ponies sitting in dark corners surrounded by food waste. A bespectacled pony was speaking.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. Are you here to assist as well?"


I point to the robe I have pulled around my mouth and nose.

"There are a lot of mushroom spores in the air. You shouldn't breathe them in."

I tear off a bit of my robe and offer it to her as a mask.


The bespectacled pony turns to you.

"I am afraid we are not are not currently operating, ma'am. However, do you wish to assist us? Please cover your mouth as well."


"Careful, sister, if you drink this stuff apparently you'll have worse things than hangovers to worry about. And I'm not talking a living hydra head that somehow winded up in your hotel bathroom, not that I would know anything about that."

"…Crystal hoofbump?"


I take it and tie it around my mouth. "Thank you.. I'm Renethyst, what might your name be?"
"Oh, I can certainly fight, its one thing I remember how to do very well." I say confidently. "Just point me in the right direction and I'll clear up any issue you have."


I laugh and bump your hoof. "Its nice to see another like myself, unfortunately it seems like they aren't open so we won't be able to find out."


"Sunspot. Doctor of Pyromancy, at your service."

"Oh… you two are crystal ponies. I didn't even notice… How fascinating!

"But, really, we must be getting to the town hall. I suggest you come with us, Renethyst."


"I'll come along as well. You never know where an extra body might come in handy, after all."


"I will repeat, right now we need to determine where the mushrooms came from, and if you can retrieve the adventurers from the Town Hall basement. If we are ready, we need to leave. If I relapse I am afraid I cannot offer much aid."


"Then let's not waste any more time!"
I leave the bar and head to the town hall.


"Interesting, I can't remember seeing a mage before. Are Crystal ponies uncommon here?" I say as I follow along.
"I'm ready when you are, lead us where we need to go." I gesture for the pony to go ahead of me. "I'll protect your flank from attack."


"After you."
I'll hold the door open for her, as well as the rest of the crew.


"Oh, yes, I haven't seen any before, either in Canterlot or in any of my travels. I've only heard and read about your folk."


Doo dee doo

Roll #1 5 = 5


I rub my chin a bit. "Oh, interesting.. what have you read?"


Guess your performance had no lasting impact on her. Desk Sitter, the pony, nods in thanks.

You're all now back at the town hall.

"Could you check on the basement to find the adventurers that came before you, please? I'll go retrieve the needed records."

She heads upstairs. You can follow her or go down.


"Oh, you know, just the odd anthropological text. Crystal Ponies are rare, Crystal Ponies are shiny, Crystal Ponies' coats reflect their moods, etcetera. Not much else, I'm afraid."

"Well, I say we go downstairs. Any objections?"


"Would you like some help searching?"


I'll go down of course, she seems able to get some papers on her own.
"Oh.. " I seem a little disappointed. "That's too bad then.. and yes, I'll go downstairs with you."


She's already gone


Down the stairs, then.


"She's likely going to lapse and become a liability to us if we leave her unguarded, but then again we don't want to split the party considering the fact we have no idea what's waiting for us downstairs."

"I mean, when all else fails, use fire, but that won't do much for trade, will it? We can rescue the town, but keep an eye out for that ledger. Our work won't be for much if we don't find out who caused this and maybe prevent it from happening again."

Iro takes point heading downstairs.


I'll sigh a bit and just head downstairs. No off-setting that terrible first impression for me, I suppose.


The basement is even more dank the rest of the Town Hall. It's pretty hard to see, though youcan hear some movement.


Hmm. Light my lantern and hold it aloft.

What's going on down here?


Roll #1 5 = 5


You produce enough light to see.

The shelves that mostly fill out the basement have been raided. While most of the files and records remain, there a notable gaps in the shelves.

In the corner of the room you can see a pony and a goat. Papers from the files are strewn under and around them to make a mat, with food remains near the pony. It looks like the goat only needed to eat the papers.

They are both blankly staring into the air.


"Are those the other adventurers, maybe? They don't look all… there."


I poke them with my battle staff.


"Yes, those seem to be the symptoms of the spore infection. If any of you can try to heal them, I'd ask you to do so."

Take a quick look through the stacks of books. What's in there?

Roll #1 4 = 4


Just old trading records from longer back than relevant. Nothing important to you.

Suddenly, both of them shake their heads and seemingly come to their senses.

"Oh, uh, hey! You here to get us out? Yeah, yeah, that'd be good. Really kind of you. I suddenly can't stand this place much more."


huh… "Hello? Are you alright?" I nudge the pony.


That's not suspicious at all.
"Are you sure you're healthy enough to go out?"


"Yes, but we'll need to have a look at you first."


"HOLY SHUTTLECOCKS!" Iro absentmindedly bops one on the head. "THEY'RE ALIVE!"


Roll #1 3 = 3


"What happened to you that you want to leave now?"


"I-I think so."

The goat nods silently as well.

"Huh? Yeah, sure , but-"

The pony shakes his head again.

Can't we wait till we get back to town? I really can't stand it here any more! It's.. ugh!"

"We got the worst hangover ever after we came in to try that wine of theirs after Barter Cape set us to check on this town! This place is giving is the creeps!"


You smack the goat. He doesn't look too happy.


"Who sent you from Barter Cape?"


The pony stallion speaks.
"That fatass from the Barter Cape town hall, the one in charge of the applicant office! We came looking for a job, and then the hangover gets us stuck in the basement for three days! Whatever it is, we'd like to go, now!"


"Ah, I came here to try their wine as well, I see the rumors of the hang overs are true." I smile a bit. " So what of this Barter Cape? Do they know something over there?"


"Sorry, you looked kind of like those mushroom ponies with all the soil bathing and whatnot…"

Roll to inspect them for signs of infection.


Roll #1 9 = 9


There's nothing visible that points to any hint of infection like Desk sitter.

The stallion and goat both shake their head.


Oh that's no good.
"I'm going to check on the fair miss who lead us here. She may be in trouble upstairs."
Suiting action to word, I'll head up.


Barter Cape is the town where the party got their job. You're in Markerville. Still want to go?


"Not that I know anything about medicine, but haven't they all been acting up around light? It's pretty dark down here. Maybe the fungus can't grow, or activate without light?"


Oh. Well, not all the way there, but I will head upstairs. Desk Sitter may still yet be in trouble, after all.


"Wait, why are you in this basement anyways?"


"What? Oh Moon, I don't want to die!-"

The goat shakes his head and speaks again.

"..well, I think it should be fine. Might we leave now?"

You run into her while she's going down the stairs to meet you.

"There you all are! I have the ledger right here! Let's see…"


Se rooms

Barter cape,

Misc details
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"I don't think you should leave just yet. Please stay here for now. We'll sort all this out in a minute."


"I think we should let them go, if they want to be cowards simply because of a hang over they weren't much use to us anyway." I say this in an attempt to make them feel guilty.

Roll #0 1 = 1


"Why would those be blacked out? Was someone trying to hide something here?"


"Worst hangover yet, dude! I swear, I never knew shroom wine would be like that! We just suddenly felt like holing up here!"

"I-I don't know. Who would even be in their right mind to black it out if we were all infected? The only one who was even near the records is the mayor, and she looks as insane as everyone else!"


What a nasty little pony you are. Don't be so judgmental on the helpless. You realise just how mean spirited and self-righteous you are and feel pretty bad.


"What if the mayor didn't realize what she was smuggling into town? Perhaps, while she was still in full control of her mind, she blacked it out to cover up something? We need to show this to the others.
Speaking of which, we did find the adventurers. They've been down there for a few days, apparently."


"…I'm gonna poke around."

Searching for further underground passages.

Roll #1 5 = 5


She's in the basement, on the steps.

"Yes, thank you, I can see them. That is possible, but… I remember the records being clean before this. I checked them regularly before, there were no smudges like this.

Everyone else can see the ledger too.


Other than the soil unearthed, there's nothing to be found.

"Oh come on. It's scary here!"


"You two were adventurers, yes? What were your names and professions?"


"What are you afraid of?The mushrooms aren't that bad are they?" try not to sound like a jerk. '1d10-1'

Roll #1 6 + 1 = 7


The unicorn stallion speaks first.
"Fine Folder, amateur mage."

"Cheeser. Tracker."
The goat replies.

You sound concerned.
"Weren't you paying attention, it takes over everyone's minds?"

Meanwhile, Desk Sitter is thinking.


Go talk to Desk Sitter and examine the ledger.

"So, still a bit of a cold trail leading us back to where we started. That's not very helpful… You're sure only the mayor was keeping records?"

"We should definitely ask at least the mayor before doing anything else. She must know something."


"Will you join us against them? Surely your minds are hardened enough to handle a little plant." I say confidently. '1d10'

Roll #1 2 = 2


"You three stay here. I'm going to check up on Desk Sitter."

Go up there and check out the ledger and any related materials, too.


Roll #1 7 = 7


So me and my sister went somewhere while I comforted her and made sure she was okay, right?


Am I comforted yet?

Roll #0 6 = 6


"Gaah… I suppose we;ll have to help won't we-"

Both shake their head.

"Actually, we'd really just like to get back to Barter Cape. We'll think about it there."

"She was the last one I saw handling them before things went mad and they're kept in her office. Should we head off? Thank goodness those adventurers seem safe."

Yeah. Now you're back at the town hall basement, rescuing the adventurers who came before and got stuck here. Desk Sitter went to fetch the records of how the shrooms got into town, but they've been smudged out.


You're not panicking and seem alright. Sure.


I could do some comforting, wink wink


"Fine.. We'll handle the mission from here. If that's all you know then there's no reason for you to stay here.."


"Are you sure you're fine sister? I was so scared for you…"
I give her another hug.


"How do you know they won't go spreading those spores around?"


I embrace her and nuzzle
"I'm fine sis! Breathing fine and everything!"

Roll #0 6 = 6


"They don't seem infected with anything to me."


Folder speaks.
"Guess we'll just be waiting for you all to escort us back.."

Cheeser nods.

Desk Sitter is waiting for you all to go to the Mayor's Office.


"I think, at the very least, they shouldn't leave the town. No one should — even us — until we've got all this figured out."


Give her a kiss. I don't care who's watching.
"If you say so… want to head back to the rest of the group and get to the bottom of this?"

Roll #0 8 + 2 = 10


"Whatev, mane, you've got a point. And I didn't sign up to babysit drunkards."

To the Mayor's Office.


Desk sitter responds.
"While that is the best course of action, we need to call for help, either way. I don't think you've been infected yet, the brewers were exposed to these spores for at least a week before they started showing symptoms, but the longer you stay the riskier it is for you all. You don't want to end up like those two, do you?"

Folder and Cheese are standing about. They'll follow you to the entrance and stay there while you go up to the office, if you all are going there now.

Fuck yeah.
You were with them the whole time and heard everything they said while in the town hall.


Wait an extra second before breaking off
"Mmm.. not embarrassed anymore huh?"
I wink
"Either way, yes, let's go!"

Roll #0 1 + 2 = 3



Roll again


I'll go up to the office. I've got a nagging thought about something. Nagging enough to distract me from two sisters sharing a kiss, of all things.



Okay then

Roll #1 6 = 6



Folder, the unicorn adventurer, is struggling to hide the fluid dripping from his belly from watching this. Sunspot, please roll.


I don't really understand what is going on with those two mare, but I'll go along with them to investigate. "Where should we start looking next?"



Roll #1 8 = 8


Desk sitter is staring at the two sisters.


It seems your mental fortitude is quite strong. You can hide your reaction to seeing the sisters if you so wish.

Desk Sitter leads everyone up the stairs.


Rolling to notice inappropriate tangential ERP in my /tg/

Roll #1 3 = 3


I don't wish it


"Seems someone's… excited."
I try not to be disturbed by that.

Roll #0 9 = 9


Nothing going on here

…And to the mayor's office, while the unicorn and goat stay down at the first floor.

Though on the second floor, the Mayor seems to have carried some soil up here herself. She is, like the others, sitting in a corner.

Roll for a spot check.



Roll #0 2 = 2


Us too?

Roll #0 9 = 9


Spot check '1d10'

"Hello Mayor ma'am miss sir ma'am sir."

Roll #1 3 = 3



Roll #1 10 = 10



Roll #0 3 = 3



Roll #0 4 = 4



She looks up.

"Oh, hello. Miss Sitter, what brings them here?"

Your positioning in the room lets the limited light show you much more. Not only are there hyphae creeping out of her ears and nose, she seems more well off somehow than the other victims. And lastly, there is a smudge of ink on her hoof.


I motion for everyone to stay well back from the Mayor and her desk.


I do the same.
"Miss… Mayor?"


Push past Sunspot.

"There's red on your ledger! Or, uh, black. That sounded more badass in my head."

"…There's stuff in your ledger that doesn't add up!"


"Oh, we just came to see how you were"
I back away. can I tell what's wrong?

Roll #0 5 = 5


"Hmm? Yes? Miss Sitter, if you please…"

You can see the smudge of ink on her hoof.

"There is? Why are you so concerned? Miss Sitter, I thought I told you those records were strictly confidential?"


"Did you alter the records?" I tentatively ask her.

Roll #0 10 = 10


I'll flap my wings a bit in irritation.
"Confidentiality becomes less of an issue when you willfully place your town in peril, Miss Mayor."


"Wait… what's this about altering records?"


"It looks like some of the town's ledgers have been altered."

"Madame Mayor, are you feeling well?"

Roll #1 1 = 1


"The ledger Miss Sitter brought to us had been altered at some point to obscure the facts about these mushrooms. What they are, when they came in, who sent them. That sort of thing."


Desk sitter speaks.
"The records for the import of sectshrooms. They were expunged, somehow."

"But I didn't! I assure you! I don't know what you're talking about, I've been sitting in this oil for-"

She shakes here head.
"My, so I've been found out, haven't I? Amanita's will is absolute. I follow only her voice in my mind-"

She lets out a scream.

A explosion of spores comes from her corner,


Hastily putting my hoof to my "mask," I'll attempt to blow back the cloud with my wings.

Roll #0 7 = 7


Grab my sister and cover her mouth, and try to cover my own!

Roll #0 3 + 2 = 5


I make sure my mouth and nose are still covered by my robe and and try to teleport the cloud of spores outside.


Roll #1 7 = 7


Seeing the cloud and everyone's reaction I also secure my mask. "Please calm down.."

Roll #0 10 + 1 = 11


I mean, battle staff


Roll #1 8 = 8


Everyone more or less is successful and protecting themselves from the spores.

What emerges when the cloud dissipates resembles nothing you've ever seen. Much of the skin has peeled off, revealing extensive mycelia covering her exposed flesh. The pupils of her eyes are blank, surrounded by hyphae in mockery of the usually blood vessels of the eye. Odd growths on her body, now exposed, periodically puff spores.

She rears up and begins thrashing at the party. Desk Sitter screams and runs out of the room

Mother of fuck, you're a professional at this. +2 to your next action because of how goddamn well you have this under control.

You give her a good smack from behind the cloud, breaking off a few hyphae.


"Get back, foul thing!"

I bravely incinerate her as best I can.

Roll #0 9 + 2 = 11


"Sister! Stay back!"
I throw my sword at it in protection of my sister!

Roll #0 4 + 2 = 6


I shall lament the oversight of not acquiring a weapon of some variety during my travels. However, it seems the wizard has things well under control, so I'll just… take a step or two back.


>Shiny Crystal Pony.gif
I hoist my pole arm up and charge at it, best to get rid of it now.

Roll #0 1 + 2 = 3



So what if Fungi meanly have chitin in them? It burns, oh yeah. You're both on fire, her literally, you figuratively.

Through your will to defend your beloved [i]partner[/-] sister, the sword strikes true, lodging itself into a limb.

DC3 to defend yourself next turn on.

See, it may be a little difficult to see, but that things ON FIRE. Charging into it may not have been a very good idea, you know. Flaming spores are sprayed at you, and you're helpless with a burn on you. 1 wound.


Iro charges forward to give the thing a good body slam in her Heavy Armor.

Slam crits 8+ '1d10'

Roll #1 4 = 4


Well, a famous figure once fiddled while his city burned, so why not bust out a tune of my own. Breaking out my fiddle, I'll attempt to Inspire the others, while defending myself, of course.
first is defense, second is performance.

Roll #0 7, 5 + 2 = 14


What? Stop drop on roll it out.

Roll #0 6 - 1 = 5


Oh, and also screaming like a little bitch "AH, OH GOD I'M ON FIRE"


"Sorry, Renethyst!"

I try to teleport the mayor twenty feet to the right and about 97 feet up into the air. That's a diagonal distance of about 100 feet, which should be teleport range.


Roll #0 8 + 2 = 10

Roll #1 2 = 2


You slam into the ground right in front of the monster, letting int stomp on you for a good bit. Oh dear. Luckily, those bits weren't on fire, so it's just one hit for you.

Looks like you're safe now. Those lessons sure paid off, didn't they?

Oooh, not bad. You play a theme from the cool actiony part of a horror play you once saw, and everyone gets a +1 after this.

You accidentally let off another fireball instead. More of it is burning now, lighting up the room with a pretty nice warm glow, actually.

The thing is thrashing about quite violently now. Be careful…


Uh, let's try the teleportation thing again.

Roll #1 7 + 1 = 8


Well, I'll maintain playing, while still defending myself from the increasingly wide spread of fire.
Same rolls as before.

Roll #0 3, 8 + 2 = 13


They sure did is there something I can throw on the the flaming monster? '1d10'

Roll #1 10 = 10


I invoke my Divine Guard passive to negate that damage.
Crystal Emotion from failure applies -1 to current roll.

Slam it again! I'll show it a good stomping. '1d10+-1'

Roll #1 7 - 1 = 6


Well, would you look at that! The mayor's wall has a working crossbow, complete with a quiver of bolts. You pick it off and fire a bolt at her, penetrating the chest.

Your armour barely protects you as you slam her away again.

>4, 11
You dance right out of the flaming spores as you play the really, really cool theme they have just as the heroes defeat the big bad monster. Fuck yeah. +2 to rolls next turn.

And lastly, Sunspot succeeds in teleporting her outside the office. You hear a thud as she falls to the ground outside.


I run outside and frag her good with the flame spell, if she's still moving around somehow.


Roll #1 9 + 4 = 13


I'll stop playing as the wizard does his thing.
"I'll go check on Miss Sitter. Hopefully she hasn't run too far…"
I'll exit the office.


Follow the Mage and grind the thing down with another Slam.


Crystal Emotion +1
Inspire +2
Slam '1d10+3'

Roll #1 5 + 3 = 8


Oh, what luck! I know how to use this thing right? Fire again at the shroomity pone.

Roll #0 7 = 7


Whoa there, boy. Just as you're about to make the biggest motherfucking inferno in your life, you realise that she's limp, and now burnt out.

You focus the power onto a nearby tree stump instead, and it explodes in a burst of flames, revealing a nice stock of bits. How lucky.

"Ha… haa…"
She's standing outside, trying to clam herself down. After a bit, she runs off to a nearby chest of drawers, writes a lteer and puts it in an envelope.

I'm going to lick myself in here. All of you need to go, now! There is no telling what might happen to us and you all! Just send this letter over to Barter Cape so that they can send help! Please!"

Yeah, show that corpse who's boss! You do flatten out the body for a better look, though.

It's gone, but you're pretty good with a crossbow.


>lock myself in here

fingers pls


Neat. I pick up the bits.

Do I know anything about this "Amanita" she mentioned?

Roll #1 8 = 8


Loot the corpse.


Roll #1 9 = 9


"We will get you help, Miss Sitter. You, and the rest of the townsfolk. But do try to hang on? It would be a shame to lose someone as lovely as yourself to this."
I'll take the letter as well.
rolling to keep her calm with flirting.

Roll #0 2 + 2 = 4


"Good job team." I smile proudly at them my shininess going back to normal.


Nope. In fact, when you compare the deities associated with both drink and fungi that you know, none of them have anything related to or resembling each other other than their associations. You're pretty sure that 'Amanita' is a delusion, based very loosely off how some types of mushroom are known as Amanita.

There's nothing to take, unless you really like burnt out fungi and organs. In fact, there seems to be a relatively unburnt sample.

What you do see, though, now that your slam has cracked her skull open, is that the brain has largely been overtaken by hyphae. Judging from how extensive the system is, this one has been infected for way longer than the week before when this town stopped responding to trade.

"P-please! I'm begging you!"

She runs off and barricades herself in a stockroom. You might need to tell the others.


Sighing again, I'll head back up to the office to the others.
"Hey, we got a letter to deliver. I don't suppose we can get a light toasting to get rid of any spores we might be carrying so we can leave?"


They're outside, so you go outside instead. Folding and Cheeser look visibly disturbed, but they go out as well.

Pepper, roll 1d10


"A letter from who?"


Well, I suppose I went out through the window, then. I can fly, so why not.

Roll #0 6 = 6


"I've never heard of any 'Amanita…'

"Something strange is going on here… something even stranger than we may have suspected. We'll need to check out Barter Cape again — that is where the shipments came from, and I think we have good reason to believe that Barter Cape and its mayor is perhaps behind all of this."


"From a rather distressed Miss Sitter to someone in Barter Cape. We'd best hurry, after making sure we aren't carrying any of those spores with us."


"It's impolite, I know, but we should probably read that before we take it anywhere."


Leave the remains where they are and show them to Sunspot or whoever else is outside. "Now this is some freaky shit."

"There's no telling who else could be involved. This thing looks old, older than when the town stopped responding. These things could be all over the countryside."


Guess you don't need to roll if you went out the window.

Either way, Folder and Cheeser are a distance away from the party.

"Eeewww. Can we leave?"

Cheeser is reacting much more strongly than Folder.


I'll shrug.
"True enough. And besides, something might have gotten into the envelope that we don't want to take with us."


"This reminds me of something.. a hive perhaps?"


"Right, go ahead and open it then."


Taking the letter out, I'll open it up a bit and shake it out, just in case.
I'll also throw a sidelong glance at the two recently liberated adventurers.
"You guys might want to check them out. Who knows what they picked up down there."
And then I'll investigate the letter.

Roll #0 5 = 5


The envelope and letter is clean.

The letter reads:
>To: Merchant guild head of Baretr Cape
>Request all shipments of sectshrooms frozen Send healers experienced with curing infestations and Royal hazard control unit immediately Do not allow anyone into Markerville if adventurers returned are dosed with fungone quarantine for one hour is acceptable to assess risk


"You heard the buck. Strip!" Attempt to herd the two adventurers together and search their bodies for signs of shrooming.

"Yes, again!"

Roll #1 3 = 3


"Well. There's that."
Folding the letter back up, I'll return it to its envelope.
"Not too fond about the idea of a quarantine, and vaguely curious if Barter Cape isn't already infested with the things, but we've got naught else to do."


"You heard the buck. Strip!" Attempt to herd the two adventurers together and search their bodies for signs of shrooming.

"Yes, again!"

Roll #1 1 = 1


They shrug and let you search them. Nothing visible.


We can end here.


"We might as well deliver the letter, but we should be careful, if the mayor here was this badly infected then it could be there as well.."


'r 1d10'



Roll #1 3 = 3



The party has made it back to Barter Cape, the Unicorn mage Fine Folder and the Goat Cheeser in tow.

There is a letter that needs delivering.


"Let's get moving!"


"I believe there was a step or two before we charge into the mayor's office to deliver this. Something about calling for anti-fungal spellcasters?"


"Right! To the town hall!"


I bounce up and down excitedly
"I'm ready! Let's go!"


"Too roundabout for me. If I had the letter, I'd have been in that office hours ago! I only stuck around because you guys wouldn't hand it over."


"The mayor can probably assist us in that though."
I smile at her.
"You're looking much better. Do you feel better, sister?"


You are all i n front of the Town Hall/Merchant's Guild and can enter.

"Well, thanks, all of you. Cheeser and I will just be heading over to the bar now."

Both of the other adventurers begin heading off.


"Hey, no! You've got to stay with us until we get this figured out."


"Mmhm! Feeling fine sis!"
I boop her on the nose


"And we'd be carrying whatever spores that evaded our notice right into the office. You do remember what happened to the Mayor? As well as poor Ms. Sitter?"
"No you don't, fellows. You're going to be detoxed along with the rest of us."


"Bah. Fine."

"Yeah, we've got to complain to that asshole Merchant's Guild head. He didn't tell you about us, did he?"


"For your information, I wandered into town on rumors of fine drink and company."
Pepper gives a small huff.
"Had I known it would be overrun with such an insidious fungal menace, I'd have likely just gone around."


I pull her into a hug.
"I was so worried… I really thought something was going to happen to you! Something that would hurt my poor, poor sister…"


"We really should get her to a healer before we're done here."

"Actually, we probably should all get checked out for those spores."


I nuzzle her and give her a peck.
"Aw, you're too sweet, sis!"

"But I'm feeling fine! Honest!"


The unicorn speaks.
"Weren't you guys sent here by Barter Cape? It doesn't look like you were told to come fetch us, just to check the town. Either way, we can ask the guild head for healers."


"They didn't even bother to tell ME what we went for at all. They just took off! Inconsiderate."


"Seriously, you breathed in a lot. I removed some of them, but I couldn't get all of the spores. You'll probably need to take some medicine."

"I'd prefer if we found some independent healers. Is there a temple or something near hear?"


"It's just a quick check to make sure we've not carried anything unfortunate back with us."
"Are your guild healers specialized in fungal infestations? I'd rather see a professional about these sorts of things."


"Ah yes, that'd definitely be a good idea."
"No buts sister, you're getting checked out by a healer and that's final."
"Right. We were just there to investigate why shipments from the town had suddenly dried up."


"Fine… only because you said so!"

"And you! Thank you!"
I give him a slight bow


"Well, it's going to cost us all! And since the guild head sent us there, he can pay for whatever damages we sustained! Just talk to him first!"

"And nothing at all mentioned about the people who were also sent there, huh?"


"We can forward the bill to your guild head AFTER we've taken care of anything that might be riding along with us. Honestly, one would start to think you've been taken over by those mushrooms the you try to avoid this."


"We should just disguise ourselves as nurses and get free healthcare."

I shrug.

"That's how everyone does it anyway, right?"


"Tch. You're right. I think there's a clinic somewhere around here."


You all can head off there.


I'll roll my eyes at this.
"That only works in places with large hospitals that can't keep track of their staff. Wouldn't work here."


"I… can't say that's something I've heard before."
I go!
And pull my sister along with me with my magic.



"I'm sure that, if we make it clear that we might be infected with hostile, mind-altering fungal spores, they'll treat us for free."

"It's a public-health issue."


"Sure? I'm an expert stylist. I could do wonders with your mane."

I laugh.

"Why play the killjoy? Fine, you're right. Let's go in the boring way, pretending to be the ponies we actually are."


I willingly get dragged along


"Well, you could pretend to be your sister, if you want."


Fortunately, the clinic is pretty empty. The pegasus doctor pony stationed looks on you all with an interested look.

"And what might be the problem here?"


I bounce in front of the doctor
"My sister says I need to be looked at. Please examine me!"


"She, and the rest of us, might be infected with some sort of mind-altering mushroom spore."


I work my way through my disguise kit before strolling in.

"I'm from Markerville. In my professional opinion as a real doctor, these ponies, and myself, are in need of immediate fungal treatment."

Roll #0 8 + 2 = 10


I'll cock an eyebrow at this.
Speaking to Minty, I'll ask "Is she always this forward?"


"Well, uh, that's interesting. Hang on.."

He gets out some rubbing alcohol.

"Oooh! You look like a professional, indeed! Yes, hang on, let me sterilize some things first."


"…Sterilize? What are you going to do that needs sterilization?"


"On second thought…"
I hide behind Minty

Roll #0 4 = 4


"As a real doctor, I can tell you that he's going to be sterilizing his instruments. Otherwise, there might be bacteria that could react violently with the fungus. Like some sort of Ponyzilla vs. Mecha Ponyzilla, if you're familiar with the idiom."


"I know that much. My question is, what is he going to be doing with instruments. Shouldn't this just be more suited for an anti… fungi bacterial thingy?"


"Absolutely correct!"

He wipes down his depressor with alcohol.

"Who wants yo be examined first?"


"If you're so worried, I'll volunteer to go first."

I offer myself to the doctor.

Not in THAT way.


"Breezy is probably the most likely to be infected. I'll do it first, though, if she doesn't want to."


"I'd like to volunteer Folder and Cheeser to go up next. Supposedly they've been exposed to the spores the longest."


"I'll go first if it's safe…"



"Right, now. Open wide…"

He examines your mouths, before taking out a bottle labelled 'Fungone' and spraying it inside.

"Doesn't look like you two got infected, but I sprayed some antifungals anyway. Seems like you two are fine."


"See? Nothing to worry about! You'll be fine. It's my expert opinion."

I give her a wink.


"See, nothing to worry about. Breezy? Folder? Cheeser?"


"You're not going fir-"
"Oh. That was rather simple, I guess. Are you going to go now, sister?"



Folders speaks.
"Yeah, guess it'd be safer if we get checked up first.."

Cheeser just stares blankly.

The unicorn goes up and has Fungone sprayed down his throat.

Nothing. Looks like he's safe.

"Who next?"


I have ONE day when I can play and y'all fuckers don't tell me you are running?

Where am I?


I nudge my sister and gesture for her to go up.


Cheeser. I'll nudge him forward with a hoof.
And then follow up for my dose of the Fungone as well.


"Yeah, I'll go."
I stand in front of the doctor and open my mouth

Roll #0 10 = 10


Doc's clinic, back in Cape Town. We're getting checked out.


Back at Berter Cape. Markerville's assistant mayor sent you all back with a letter asking for help. Right now you're at a clinic clearing out your infections.

The doctor cleans out his depressor with alcohol before remembering something.

"Wait… this infection.. it resembles wild sectshroom infestation. Damn, alcohol isn't safe at all! Please excuse me."

He takes out another depressor and cleans it with another antibiotic agent before checking out your tongue.

"Some incident of spores…yes. Thank goodness, if they had come into contact with alcohol, they would have started growing immediately."

He sprays an extra large dose of Fungone down your throat, causing you to cough, but feel much safer.

"That should take care of it."


"So is she better? Are the spores gone?"


I cough and go back to hiding behind Minty
"Ack… nothing else down my throat… please…"


"Not really. Just don't drink any more alcohol for the rest of the day and the fungicide will have done its work."

He checks out the rest of you.

You note a faint blush from the doctor.


"Oh, yeah, that makes sense."


"I'm a doctor, I'm fine, I don't need to be checked!"

Roll #1 8 + 2 = 10


(Fuck, I'm here now and catching up.)


I try to give him a small intimidating glare.
"Don't. Get. Any. Ideas."

Roll #0 2 = 2


I'll give her a little nudge on my way to getting checked out.
"You're adorable, you know that?"


"And lastly, you…. Cheeser, was it? Don't worry, this agent should not cause allergies for anything not a fungus, so…

"But you've already been checked, ma'am. Looks like you have two very competent doctors with you!"


"Yes, my associate here is a plain-clothes doctor. You know, to treat pathologies without letting the dangerous placebo effect change results. Undercover doctoring. Sometimes ponies feel better just because they've seen a doctor. SHE'S the best in the business of discreet treatment."


"Uh… y-you too, dear-ma'am."

He checks the goat out.

"Looks like nothing…"

Then sprays his bottle of Fungone down his throat.


He sprays the whole bottle into the Goat.


"What's wrong? I'm sure it's nothing serious!"

Roll #1 7 + 2 = 9




"You know, he doesn't seem to know very much for a doctor…"


"What's the matter, Doc? Must be awful if you're dumping the whole bottle down his throat."


"What's wrong?"


"What're you shouting about?"


"AHA! I concur with your diagnosis. What is it?"


"Only that p-pretty-uh, lady there can't, Breezy, was it? Yeah, you're safe."

"You can see the hyphae in his tongue! IN! This is beyond my scope, I'm going to have to have him transferred to the hospital. Sir, would you please put on this mask?"

The goat looks noticeably less blank after the fungicide dose, and is now wearing a surgical mask.

"I'm going to need to contact the Royal Infestation Control Unit, too. Could you all head off to the Merchant's guild and have them call for help? Thanks a lot. These emergencies should be covered by their funding, anyway, so you may all leave."


"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M NOT PRETTY? Wait, I can drink? Oh frabjous day! Drinks are on me, everypony!"

Out the door leading the way.


"Money well spent!"

I turn on the group.

"Now which one of you had that letter. Was it you, Chief?"

I indicate Seam.


"Okay! We'll be on our way then!"


"I wasn't planning on it anytime soon! At least… not until we're done with the job."
I give Minty Key a little nudge


"Uh me? I don't have no letter!"

Roll #1 8 + 2 = 10


"It was me. So let's deliver it, shall we? Now that we've got the detoxing out of the way."


"Oh. Alright then. So who has it?"


"Well then who has it?"


"Roger, Chief! Let's get to it!"

I circle him a few times before prancing along behind him.


"I suppose we can, if everyone's been treated."
"I- Breeezzyyyy!"
I nudge her back.


I put a hoof to my mouth and giggle.

"Let's go!"


As it turns out, you really don't have the letter. Though you're not sure now if you did have it before or not.

Leaving Folder behind, you all go off to the Town Hall/Merchant Guild Headquarters and are back at the entrance hall.


Alright, to the merchant guild.


"So we're here to ask for help, right?"


"Amongst other things. Now, do remember that they had to ship those mushrooms from somewhere, so let's at least act vaguely suspicious of the Merchant's Guild? One of them could be like the Mayor."


"The Royal Infestation Control Unit. So… how do we ring 'em up?"

"Huh, now that you mention it, do you want to hold off on calling in the cavalry? That might alert the Mushroom People that we're on to them."


"Let's not tip our hand! Don't ACT suspicious, just BE suspicious!"


The same bored old mare is sitting at the reception desk. You can go up to see the pony who sent you to Markerville if you want.


Ask her
"Hey! Do you know where the RICU is? Not that there is an emergency or anything!"

Roll #1 2 + 2 = 4



She takes a crystal out of her pocket and speaks into it.

"Looks like an emergency. I'll direct you to the complainants."

She passes the crystal to the party.


I pocket it and follow her.


"Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?"

A voice is coming from the crystal.


I poke at it.


"Oh, hey there! What's up?"


"Uh… hello?"
"Don't poke at it!"


"Who's speaking there? On the other side, I mean!"


"I am also talking at the same time as those other ponies!"


"It's us. We're back from Markerville."


I'll roll my eyes at this development.
"Oh yes, great fun, that. We'll confuse them in no time at all!"


"Royal Infestation Control Unit. Were you not directed by one our our senior agents? Please state your issue."

The mare continues reading her magazine.

"Markerville? Has there been an infestation of some sort?"


"Tell you what, if we face an army of mushrooms we can toss both their heinies in one direction and run the other way. I get the cute one."


I'll give Iro a smile.
"But I thought I was the cute one?"


"There is some sort of mushroom thingy going on! Nothing major though!"

Roll #1 2 + 2 = 4


"Shut up."

"Professor Sunspot here, Doctor of Pyromancy. There's a sectshroom infestation here."


"I could throw your ass at the shrooms, if that's what you mean."

"Sectshrooms have overtaken the town. It's terrible, the breweries are out of commission!"


"There's a potential fungal infestation taking place in one of the neighboring towns."
I smack his head.
"Are you serious? It's huge!"


I give Peppercorn a sympathetic smile.

"Deepest apologies, my friend. I have a way with the ladies, and on more than one occasion I have been contractually obligated to woo at least one per adventure. But I am a man of honor, equality, justice, self-sacrifice, common ground, and humility. I think everypony should be treated as a fellow being, not just an object. That's why you get first pick of mares when we're done."


"I see. You are currently in Barter Cape, where our senior agent has been stationed, correct? Thank you very much. Is there anything else?"


Er, *stallion* of honor.


"Ouch! Hey! I could sue you for that!"

"Nah, just the mushrooms!"

Roll #1 5 + 2 = 7


"Yeah, there's an even bigger infestation in Markerville."


also, >his head


Blowing a half-hearted raspberry towards Iro, I'll return to standing idle while the rest deal with the talking.
"No fun at all, you are."
"Oh think nothing of it. If nothing else, I'm a rather durable fellow in that regard."


Maybe we should make our names better defined.


"So, in Markerville? We will send aid over as soon as possible. Thank you."

The line is cut off, and the mare takes back her crystal.

"Don't you want to contact the applicant office about this? You may want to file a complaint."


well it does have an 'a' at the end which makes it sound more femal-ish


"…File a complaint? What would that even do?"


Up until he actually said it, I thought Muddy was either female or strongly effeminate. It would be safe to assume nothing.


"Do you know nothing about mares? You never go in dry! And I haven't had a good drink in daaays. This whole shroomthing is putting a serious dent in my mood."

"I do have a complaint! I want more beer! Markerville's not making any while it's covered in hyphae. Whoever sent those sectshrooms to Markerville is responsible, and I'll personally see to it they won't enjoy me when I'm sober."


"You might want to make the applicant official more careful about where he sends adventurers like you."

You all can head up at any time.


Head up then.


That's the vibe I was going for. Sort of a shitty James Bond-wannabe who is way too effeminate to ever be him.


I head up, whipping my tail at Minty and motioning her to follow along


I bite on her tail and give it a quick tug, then trot ahead of her and head up to the office.
"I guess we're filing a complaint then?…"


"Hey, we figured out what the problem is, and unlike the last few guys, we actually came back!"

Huff on up to the official person bureaucrat desk jockey pencil pusher suit.


I fly up to her and tug at her tail in return

Roll #0 8 = 8


Looks like you're all back at his spacious office.

"..? Oh, ooh! Hello there! Back so soon? Hope you've solved the problem of theirs! Very important get trade back up and running, you know!"


"As wonderful as this is to watch, ladies, there are more pressing matters."


I burst through the door, dressed up best I can as the very man who sent us out to Markerville.

"BOOM! I'm back, dummy! Remember me?"

Roll #0 9 + 2 = 11


"Ack- hey!"
I give her tail a firm yank with my magic and pull her down to the ground.
I brush myself off and fix my tail, the walk inside.
"You should probably be more careful on where you send adventurers."


"Yeah. So what about the mushroom trade? Nothing bad with that, right? It's perfectly fine, you know that too, right?"

Roll #1 6 + 2 = 8


I clear my throat and walk in alongside Minty

"Everything's all infected with spores over there!"


"Yeah, the mushrooms got there fine. Apparently someone sent a shipment of sectshrooms from Barter Cape but something, uh… went wrong with… containment… procedures in transit… We need to find out who sent them to Markerville!"

Trying to cover with a bluff.

Roll #1 1 = 1


"Oh? Is it? That certainly is a problem-"

"Well, if you say so! I trust you, after all, as a professional-merchant!"

"Hmm? Why do you look like me? Oh wait, no you can't be-"

"Ah. Ahem. So you know."


"So, you're admitting you sent tainted stock out?"


"Yeah, okay, so who's going to make a move? You… or me, who is you?"


"We know?"
I gently nudge my sister to stand behind me.
"Know what?"


I stand behind her and listen intently

Roll #0 10 = 10


"You knew about it too?"


"Huhuh, you said taint."

Roll to catch that! '1d10'

"Yeah! There's somepony sending mushrooms out from Barter Cape, that means this town is in danger, too! We gotta stop them!"

Roll #1 3 = 3


"Yes, so you know that I sent a good stock of sectshrooms to Markerville, do you? After getting rid of YOU-"

He points at the disguised Muddy Morass.

"-because you would not submit to Limacella's will."

He backs up against the shelf behind him.


You hear everything clearly as fuck, and notice that he's trying to grab a bottle of whiskey.


"This is pretty serious, you know."


Who's this Limacella? Do I know anything about that?

"Why are you getting so defensive? Calm down and be reasonable."
'r2 1d10'

Roll #1 3 = 3 / Roll #2 10 = 10


SHHHH, No one else roll! Sunspot has this! Don't mess it up.


"What are you-"
I shut up and let Sunspot do his thing.


"I'm a certified lawyer too! You should come clean now if you don't want to get sued out of your pants!"

Roll #1 10 + 2 = 12


Never heard of it before. You suspect that, like Amanita, it's another delusion.


"Because if I am captured here, Limacella's will shall be stopped here. I- cannot let that happen!"


He stops as he's about to throw a bottle of whiskey all over the party.
"Hahaha.. you merchants are something else, aren't you? Skilled not only at selling, but cornering ponies… Limacella? What should I do?"

He stays still.


"Tell us everything you know!"


I got some rope on me. I teleport the rope around him and tie him up.

Roll #1 7 = 7


I'll nudge Sol and whisper "do you think you can levitate the alcohol away from him before he explodes into fungus?"


He's bound well enough.



"Or that. That works too."


"I could try…"



We're back at the office of the pony who sent the party over to Markerville.

It seems that not only is he infected, he has long since replaced the merchant guild official, and is an imposter. He is now tied up.



Roll #0 6 = 6


Look around for any alcohol and make sure he can't get to it.

Roll #1 1 = 1


Open his mouth and look for hyphae. '1d10'

Roll #1 9 = 9


Help Sunspot look for alcohol!

Roll #0 8 = 8


"Now confess everything you know about the mushrooms or you'll be in bigger trouble you could ever imagine!"

Roll #1 5 + 2 = 7


"You'll tell us of your connection to this 'Limacella,' and the 'Amanita' that you shipped off to Markerville. Then maybe we can get you cured."


Wonderful. You snatch all the alcohol from him, but your hooves are now full and you can't do much else.

Oh dear. They seem to be… growing out? It's as if they were hiding before, but now that he's been discovered, they are revealing themselves. All it would need is a small stimulant to go out of control….

There's alcohol alright. Right in Minty's hooves.
Roll to not spill it all over

All there.

"They areeeEEEeee.. the blessing of Limacella, the voice who has blessed me. My sole purpose now is to let her will be knOOwwwn"



Roll #1 6 = 6


"Gross. Gross! GROSS! Gross gross GROSS gross gross!" Immediately pull away from the shroompony.


"That doesn't say much… Oh, I know! Just a sec!"

Fly to the doctor's office who had the checkup on us!


That's alright.
"Wha- hey! Careful!"


"DON'T YOU DARE TAINT MEEEeeeE! I know nothing about Amanita, I only know Limacella!"

Just barely, you manage to not throw the bottles at the guild official. There is however a small puddle of it on the floor now.


"Need some help, sis?"
I take a few bottles of alcohol off her hooves

Roll #0 5 = 5


"Fine, if you know only Limacella, then you can obviously tell us where she is."


"Hmm. We should probably get those soaked up."

I consider burning it up before thinking better of it.

Are there any towels nearby? Or any other fabric? A throw pillow?

Roll #1 8 = 8



Iro begins hungrily lapping up the spill. '1d10'

Roll #1 9 = 9


"If you were thirsty, I'm sure Minty would have shared!"


"Heeey! What was that for?!"
"Thanks sister."
"Maybe we cou-"
"…That works I guess."



"She…. is beyond your comprehension! Even I only know her as one who speaks into mY ssoUl and commAnds!"

There's a towel. You wipe off the alcohol.

You lighten her load well enough. You might want to put it down, though.

He's in his office, putting the goat in a Protective Bubble after he has given him a sedative.

Lucky you, the towel is pretty good for this sort of thing. You wring it and let the sweet, sweet drink into your mouth.


"Hi doc. Got anymore of that anti-mushroom spray? I'm afraid Breezy drank some alchol accidentally."

Roll #1 4 + 2 = 6


I boop her nose with my nose then put the alcohol down in the corner

Roll #0 1 = 1


"If you wanted to suck on my chamois, you should have said so, Iro."


"And what are those commands? What does 'She' say?"


"I'd have sniffed a snifter." Iro's expression is definitively easier now that she's had a taste of her favorite poison.

"Hey, you think there are like rival Mushroom Queens fighting over the towns in an underground conspiracy? What if there are lots of Mushroom Agents and Spies already in Barter Cape?"

Iro pauses for a moment as she realizes what she just said, then asks the guild officer. "Do you know of others like you in this town?" '1d10'

Roll #1 3 = 3


"To spreAd her will. I am her instrument now. I neeEed not think of anythIng else."

"Hmm? Well.. normally I would ask you to bring her over immediately, but I'm certain that you, as a professional, could handle it better than I could! Here!"

You have a whole bottle now. Lucky you too, because…


Somehow, handling all the alcohol makes you mistake it for 'your mouth'.




Roll #0 4 = 4


"Sister! Now's not the time!"
Stop her!

Roll #0 9 = 9


Try to teleport the alcohol away out of the building.

Roll #1 6 = 6


A few drops accidentally fall into your mouth before

manage to intervene.

You don't feel so good. Breathing feels a little more difficult.


Fly back like the wind!
"Thanks doc!"


"Are you feeling okay? Maybe we should take you to the doctor again."


"Ah…don't feel to great… sis…"
I pant and lean against Minty.


Grab Breezy and high tail it out of there!
"SISTER! What is WRONG with you?!"

Roll #0 7 = 7


I cough


Meanwhile, the pony is grinning.
"Soon, Master…"

You're just outside the room. She's not too badly affected.

You make it back to just outside the office.


"Oh hi. I've got some of this anti-thingy spray!"


Crack him on the head. '1d10'

Roll #1 1 = 1


"What do you mean, 'soon'? What are you planning?"


"Do you really, or are you lying again?"


"I never lie!"

Roll #1 5 + 2 = 7


Given that I've seen you lie, the DC on that's pretty high
"Cut the shit. It's tiresome."


"Sister. Go back to the doctor and get some more of that spray stuff."
I give her a stern gaze.


"Uh, hello?"

Wave the bottle of anti-shroom spray at her.


"Why don't you go with her? We can handle the mushroom guy, I'm sure."


I nod obediently and-

"Can I? Please…?"


Seama Legita has some right here.

"You will SeeeE"


He smiles, then explodes.
A cloud of spores cover him.


"Of course! Now remember, I'm a doctor!"

"Now open up!"
Spray some in her mouth I guess? That's how it works, right?
'r2 1d10'

Roll #1 5 + 2 = 7 / Roll #2 7 = 7


Closing my mouth and hopping back, I'll flap my wings , hopefully hard enough to keep the cloud away from me and back in his corner.

Roll #0 6 = 6


I open up my mouth


POWER SCRUNCH to close breathing passages against the spores. '1d10'

Roll #1 9 = 9


Is Peppercorn the only one still inside?


Pretty much. Seems simple enough. Just spray the thingy down her throat , and onto the moving spores on her tongue. They stop moving.

You're pretty good at this. Huh.

It's enough to keep them at the back of the room.




Keeping the breeze up, I'll call out to the others.
"Could I maybe get a little fire here? He's exploded into spores, like the mayor did!"
And then I'll shut my mouth tight once again.

Roll #0 10 = 10


Cover up my mouth and nose with my robe, go inside, and frag his ass with fire.


Roll #1 10 + 2 = 12


"See! Professional!"
I smile at her.
"Now what are the others doing?"
Put the bottle away for now.


"Thank you."
I give my sister a tight hug.
"Please, for the love of Celestia don't. Do. That. Again… Ever."
"I cou-"
"…Well I guess he has it handled."


"Thank you!"
I bounce up and down happily

"Hear that sis? Shall we help?"

"…Oh. Guess not!"
I return her hug with my own tight hug


Assuming I can move through the cloud without getting infected, I move in to crush him.

Slam '1d10' 8+ crits

Roll #1 10 = 10


I back up and let the professional smashers do their work.



Covering your nose with some cloth, you charge through the spore cloud and slam into the official. You hear sickening cracks as his bones break under you. You then back out so you don't stay in the spore cloud for too long.

Actually you can. You tear out some pieces of the alcohol-soaked wood and throw them into the spore cloud…

And Sunspot begins charging a fuckhuge fireball. BURN, BABY, BURN

This giga ball of flaming fury hits the spore cloud and lights the thing on fire, burning away the ropes and freeing it.

Even while flaming, it manages to stand once freed. You can catch glimpse of it through the cloud, most of the skin has burned away, exposing the growths of hyphae underneath. Even with the bones broken, the hyphae are able to keep the body sewn and reinforced, making it still able to function.


"Hey, try not to burn down the entire building, would you?"


Rush in, Overconfidence and Slam him!

Roll #0 4 = 4


Time to fan the flames.

Roll #0 9 = 9


I follow Minty in, see the abomination, and cheapshot it

Roll #0 6 = 6


"Just don't stand too close to the flames, drinky!"

Whack him with my staff.

Roll #1 5 = 5


Roll to Slam again. '1d10' 8+ crits

Roll #1 3 = 3


I'll join in to that.

Roll #0 10 = 10


Get out my rapier and cheap shot!
Rolling in case this does not count as initiative

Roll #1 2 = 2


I'd assume combat's been going on for a while, though we never rolled for it…


You manage to ram yourself into him, and you hear more bones crack. However, from the exposed musculature you can see, you see the fibres growing as quickly as possible to hold the monster together.

You are both now lying helpess.

You miss.

You whip it right where more hyphae are trying to reinforce its front leg, cracking them and loosening the limb.

You manage a good hit.

The only thing so far on fire was the flaming abomination. You manage to put it out nicely, causing it to stop burning, but making it a little safer to fight.

you might make a good doctor, but it's going to be hard to act like a good fighter. You fall down right in front of it, just as it's getting up.


>put them out
Oh bother, I wanted to make them bigger.
Taking another few steps back, I'll whip out my fiddle and attempt to Inspire the others.

Roll #0 6 + 2 = 8


"I did that on purpose!"

Stab again!
'r2 1d10'

Roll #1 10 + 2 = 12 / Roll #2 10 = 10


Let's get it out of the building, at least.

Teleport it outside. You know, like with the other mayor.

Roll #1 4 = 4


Yeah, I thought we we rolling to set him more on fire. What a shame.

Roll #0 1 = 1


Try to get up!

Roll #0 10 = 10


Swing my whip at it again! Cheap shot!

Roll #0 6 = 6


(Why oh why did I take Spellbreaker for my CM?)

Slam '1d10'

Roll #1 3 = 3


Vanish, then backstab!

Roll #0 8 = 8


You spring up, completely unhurt, and are now behind posied for a good attack. +2 to next attack.

Another miss. You really should stop trying to hit the floor.

Right behind it, you shove your bladed horshoes right in, twisting about to try and sever as many fibres as possible.

Some good hits in, though you can't crack as many as before.

In fact, you DID mean to do that. By falling over, you've successfully positioned yourself enough just to strike him where it REALLY hurts.
Right in the party bags. The abomination screams, releasing a spore cloud.

You manage to teleport a few books onto him.


The beast charges for Muddy Morass.


Restrain it with my whip
"Help me stop it sister!"

Roll #0 1 + 2 = 3


Frag him again

Roll #1 10 + 2 = 12


I try to restrain it and keep Breezy safe!

Roll #0 1 + 4 = 5


Er, no, pon de shroom.

Slam '1d10'

Roll #1 8 = 8


Woops. 'Bye.


It's instant so I don't even have to roll.

I use my moment of stealth to fly outside.


Keep my mouth and nose shut!
Don't breath that shit it!

Twist the rapier!
Or just stab again!
'r2 1d10'

Roll #1 8 = 8 / Roll #2 5 = 5


I'll keep the party rolling, maybe make the fiddling a bit more livelier.

Roll #0 6 + 3 = 9


Luckily, for this moment, it is distracted by Sunspot's tendency for HUGE fireballs. The impact knocks it back, but it seems to have grown resistant to fire. You can see a thicker layer of chitin on the front, but it's burnt off now.

Oh whoops
You begin playing the theme from that B-grade horror movie. It had a surprisingly nice soundtrack. +1 to next rolls.

More bones racking. This might end soon…

You're outside.

You manage not to breathe it in and stab it some more.


That whip, out of instinct, does not go for the beast, but rather to who its owner would love to use it on. Minty squeals as Breezy's whip smacks her supple horsebutt, and for a moment, both of them forget the situation they are in.

You are both helpless. Seeing you as shields, the abomination lets loose tendrils to catch you two…
Roll to not be shields.


Stab the thing again! Cheapshot!

Don't get bisexually excited from that whip-on-butt action!
'r2 1d10'

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


"No! Keep your creepy things away from my sister!"
Grab Minty and try to roll away

Roll #0 10 = 10


Try to help out Breezy and Minty.

Roll #1 8 = 8


First, I toss the alcohol down onto the street below.

Then, I use the smokescreen from the fireball to Vanish, then hit up his tender Back with another Stab.

Roll #0 2 = 2


"BREEEZY!~ What was that for?!"
Try not to get turned on and try to get up! '1d10'

Roll #0 3 = 3

Roll #1 5 = 5


I'll continue fiddling.
Also considering where I should acquire a weapon in the future, since this is just getting silly.

Roll #0 5 + 3 = 8


>10+1, 10+1
Straight as an arrow, you are. Only the finest stallions for you. None of this lesbian nonsense.

In fact, because of how straight you are you shove you rapier straight up its Second Aperture, tearing it up from the inside.

You grab Minty and dodge out of there, unharmed.
Minty seems a little slippery. Oh, dear…

You fly back inside, and the beast, now on its last legs, charges at you.

You're doing an okay job of imitating boss themes. the +1 persists.


Crystal Emotion kicks in.
Slam '1d10+1' 8+ crits

Roll #1 2 + 1 = 3


"S-Sister! In the middle of a fight…?"
I blush a little and give my hoof a quick lick
"You! How dare you come after her like that!"
Cheap shot that damn thing again

Roll #0 7 + 1 = 8


Damn the carapace. Frag it again!

Roll #1 7 + 3 = 10


Pfft, dykes.

Stab away!
Like a true duelist!

"I am also a certified duelist you know!"
'r2 1d10+2'

Roll #1 8 = 8 / Roll #2 6 + 2 = 8


"Th- thanks…"
I try to Slam it!
"I- It's your fault!"

Roll #0 9 + 1 = 10


I guess I'll keep playing until we're certain its dead.

Roll #0 8 + 3 = 11


I attempt to disguise myself as what I speculate Limacella looks like.

Roll #0 2 + 2 = 4


Why do you like wooden floors so much? Either way, you get a faceful of dat wood as you clam into the floor. Mmmm.

Guess you are, because your rapier work really shows. Seems you have more talent that you imagine, even as you brutally pincushion his fungus-infested party parts that you hunger for.


One more crashing blow cracks enough bones that even the fungi can't hold it togetehr anymore, and it finally falls to the ground. Just enough for a fireball to incinerate it, finally destroying the thing.



Put away my weapon.
"I wasn't afraid for my life during this whole time!"

Roll #1 10 + 2 = 12


Holy shit you are brave as fuck. A fine doctor AND warrior!


It's over?…
I walk over and pull my sister into a deep, deep kiss, caressing her.

Roll #0 9 + 2 = 11


Finishing with a small flourish, I'll bag my fiddle.
"So. What now?"


"Eww gay."


I melt in my sister's hooves as she pulls me in and kisses me


"I- uh… We need to…."
Roll to ignore and search the remains.

Roll #1 2 = 2


Upon seeing >>221844, I'll cock an eyebrow.
"Never mind."
After a taking the scene in for a moment, I will interject, though.
"Ladies, as much as I enjoy the show, I don't think that's a terribly good idea. The spores might transfer."


Slam them. '1d10'

Roll #1 3 = 3


"ALAS! My manly prowess has seeped into the heads of all the women in our adventuring party! They can't stop making out with each other. Maybe it's best I leave the room and let you get some fresh air before you start going down on each other."

I respectfully open some windows and retreat to the hallway.


I take the anti-fungal spray from Seams and spray it down both of our throats.

Roll #0 3 = 3


Oh, oh fuck. That's a wonderful kiss. Both of you feel rejuvenated just being with each other. You feel rather slippery behind each of you…

You decide the best place to search is right by their caressing, kissing faces, looking hungrily at them like a puppy begging for treats.

The door to the office slams open, and several ponies in hazard suits enter.

"Over there, boys."

The old mare at the counter, wearing a suit with a transparent visor, heads towards the party.

"Very good job, all of you. We had been trying to find evidence for his infection all this time, but it seems you have done the job for us, without spreading the infection further than it has. Thank you."

One of the the hazard team attaches something to his horn and scans all of you.

"It seems you're all more or less safe, thank goodness. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."


Slap her hoof away.
"Hey! Only certified doctors can handle that!"

Roll #1 10 = 10


"Okay then."
I dab a hoof down there on Breezy and give it a long lick, then go back to kissing her passionately.
"I needed this so badly…"

Roll #0 4 + 2 = 6



A handsome unicorn in a hazard suit comes up to you.

"No worries, ma'am, out team has assessed all of you and deemed them safe."

Some of the hazard team blush from behind their visors.

The old mare looks bored.


"Yeah, I'll need access to all-"

"Dear Celestia…"


I'll stare for a moment longer before tearing my eyes back to the division of ponies that just burst through the door.
"Questions. Yes. Things that are asked. Hm. I guess we could start with comparing notes. In the hallway."


I keep the kiss going for another few seconds, then pull away.
"No… no questions here!"

"Ah! …Me too, sis"
I tense up and lock my lips to hers


"Please, could you try containing yourself? I had a sister once and you are ruining her memory just by doing this vile act of incensual relationship in front of all of us!"

I wave at him.
"Oh…hi! I'm Seam Legita!"

Roll #1 2 + 2 = 4



Roll #1 7 = 7


I disguise myself as Seam.

"No, that's Muddy Morass, a compulsive liar. I'm Seam Legita."

Roll #0 8 + 2 = 10


"Mmhmm… no questions here."
I lean down and whisper into Breezy's ear.
"Want to go someplace else?~"

Roll #0 10 + 2 = 12


"Where's the pub?"


I nod my head, almost panting.
"I think we deserve some alone time~"


"Wait, what? No! That's not true!"


"You can see, he looks just like me in his disguise. Shameful, a stallion of his age dressing up in drag."

Roll #0 2 = 2


"Behind the hall. Though you'll only have fermented goat milk for now."

Oh boy. Some of the team are VERY distracted now.

you describe your sister as a strong beautiful goat who don't need no dicks. No one pays attention.

Wow. You make a very pretty mare.

"We can discuss it here."


'1d10' Rummage through this office for any surviving whiskey

Roll #1 4 = 4


No more. The hazard team seems to have confiscated any remaining.


"That's a vile claim! I am a mare! I am Seam!"

Turn to the stallion.
"You believe me, right?"


I get up and find somewhere private, pulling Minty Key along with me

Roll #0 9 = 9


I stand right next to her in my perfect disguise.

"Yeah, you can tell the difference between a stallion and a mare, right?"


They would want to discuss it here, and get a free show, wouldn't they?
"If you folk insist. The name's Peppercorn, Pepper for short, traveling bard and fiddler. I encountered these others quite by accident in Markerville, where they had been dispatched, I assume, by the gent who's just gone up in smoke. While at Markeville, we discovered that the townsfolk had been infected nearly to a soul with these sectshrooms and returned here to find out why. This fun guy here was a minion of Limacella, while the one in Markerville was a minion of Amanita."
I'll shrug.
"Both sound rather mushroomish to me, and I can't quite get the reasoning for it other than spreading mushrooms."


I follow along, giggling.


The old mare speaks, again bored.
"I'll send a message to the inns if you intend to stay the night."

"Yes. Those names are nothing more than delusions. How this fungus seems to function is by first making the victim find conditions where it can grow best, such as in dark places with lots of food. Usually, it ends there, and the victim eventually dies as the spores are released over the soil. However, in rare cases, the fungus overtakes the victims mind more thoroughly. It urges the victims to spread the fungus in more subtle, intelligent ways, and the victim often rationalizes these urges as the will of a god."

"Um.. uh.. w-well, you're both very pretty~"


"Do you think I could requisition some of the confiscated whiskey? I mean, being a hero and all, I do deserve a few spoils…"

Roll #1 5 = 5


"Thank you for the compliment… but I am the real one with the proper mare parts! He's a fake with a penis!"


"That would be very kind of you, yes."
To the nearest inn! For sistersex~


"We do!"
I giggle and lead Minty to the inn


"Yes, I had noticed. How soon will the RICU depart for Markerville to detox the townsfolk? When we left, there were still those with enough sense to call for help, and warn against what we might find here."


"Risk of contamination, ma'am. Fraid' not."

"W-well, I can't see any of that right now to tell, yes?"

"A team is already be there and working."

There's a very nice, comfortable room you've found.


"He's just trying to confuse you because he has a bad history with the law! Can't you tell a girl like me has never had a reason to fear the police, Big Boy?"


"Let's move someplace private and I can prove it!"


"Excellent. One last question from me, then: is there any sort of finders fee for these sorts of things?"


Use Terrify.
"I don't know what you are aiming at buddy but stop that before I get out my rapier and make sish kebab out of your testicles like I did to that creepy mushroom guy!"

Roll #1 6 = 6


And now…
Fade to black~

Roll #0 8, 1 + 2 = 11


I passed a DC10 for disguise as other race/gender. My disguise is perfect

"Don't get yourself in deeper than you need to be, Muddy! I can prove it, too."



Roll #0 10, 6 + 2 = 18


"You can follow those two to an inn if you wish."

"As chief assistant administrator, I am authorized to pay you all a fee of 300 bits for your service to Barter Cape, a little more than standard. you may pick it up at any time."

11*3, 12*8
33, 96



"Why are you doing this? Just why?!"

"Yeah! Please mister nice stallion! Follow me and I'll prove I'm the real me!"


"Fantastic. Thank you for your time. Now, if you'll excuse me…"
I'll exit the room and head to the tavern.
"…I've got some serious drinking to do. Maybe a little work on the side."


"When you take the fall for your heinous history of amazing, breathtaking, and macho manly feats of cunning and bravery, it's going to be you on the chopping block, Muddy Morass. You're not conning these guys into arresting me."

As if Muddy Morass is even infamous enough to have a bounty.


"Hold on, Pepper, I'm buying the first round!"




The inn receptionist speaks.

"Hello. Room for.. uh, three?"

The stallion's face is saying that it's the luckiest day of his life.


I'll smile a bit.
"Now if I recall, I believe I owed you the first round."


"Oh… ooohhh… Breeze~"


And we drink and we drink and we drink and we drink,
We drink and we drink and we drink
We drink and we drink and we drink and we drink,
We drink and we drink and we drink


"Stop that! This is not funny at all!"

"Yeah, three, whatever!"


Muddy Morass, Seem Legita and the stallion are now in a room together.

He is blushing like crazy in front of two mares (?)


I pull her close to me and nibble her ear.
"Big sis… hurry please…"


Turn around and raise my tail.
Show him that I am an actual mare.


"You know you were awfully bad today… give me one reason why I shouldn't just enjoy this sight, hmm?"
I pull away and start nibbling on her ear.


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I emulate her styles. My disguise is perfect. I know no fear.


"I-I've been bad? What do you mean, sis?"
I whimper as she pulls away


"Oh my, that's… uhhh.."


Roll #1 5 = 5


He notices something about Morass.

"Wait, but… this is.. you're a stallion?"

He blushes and falls back.

"But you're both so pretty… oh Sun, I am confused…"


"You're not gay, are you? I'm a mare here just for you for Goddesses sake!"


"Yeah, b-but.. he's also pretty."



"Yeah, okay, you got me. My EXTREME MANLINESS gives away my disguise once again. If only I had a way to contain my VAULTING MASCULINITY!"

I hang my head and turn around, "I'll come quietly officer! I know the bounty on my head is probably ten times all the gold you've seen in your life!"

Then I bolt out the window screaming, "FREEDOM!", Wings spread wide.


"Doing all those things I told you not too… you've been a very bad mare, Breeze.
…But you look so very pretty… I think I'm just going to stay here and appreciate the sight before me~"
I pull away and sit back, looking her over.


I shake my head in disbelief.
"This did not just happen."

Well I guess everyone knows what comes next.

Roll #1 9, 9 = 18


"NO, WAIT! PLEASE! I-oohh…."

He looks very disappointed.


"But… but… I-I'll behave from now on, honest! I wouldn't disobey you on purpose, sis! So please…"
I lay on my back and whimper
"…please don't make me beg!"


"Oh? That's a brilliant idea, Breeze… beg for me. Beg for how much you want your dear sister to take you~"



Oh wow.
Just how talented are you? You could be a job as an escort.

The stallion's ind is absolutely blown until he realises he has to get back to work.


"Please… don't make me wait! I need to feel you against me… to feel you lips against mine and to taste you kiss! Please… take me…"
I whimper and giver Minty sad eyes


"I'm also an offi-" Wait I'm not going to call myself a whore.

"Can't you stay for just a bit more?"


"Well.. I suppose Chief let me go since I would be your reward for the help you've offered to the hazard control unit…."

I guess so~




Roll #1 7 = 7


"You are lucky that I love you so much sister… and that you're so beautiful."
I move closer to her and move up to give her a kiss.
"Now… what was this you were saying about feeling my lips against yours? Did you mean, like… this?~"
I rub my 'lower lips' against hers.
N- Now fade to black?





"Ah! J-Just like t-that~"
I rock myself against her and return her kiss

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