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Upon their entrance in Canterlot the party has been trying to get inside the royal castle, only for the hatchling to run away and sprint towards a lower part of town, where the huge building of the Dragon Archives could be seen.
Now, they stand in front of two massive, if young, dragons mountng guard at the main entrance of the Archives, and one of them is chatting with Puli.
Off in the distance, Ambrosia and Seekkill appear, and take notice of the party.



"So wat be bein' a dragon feel like?"


after catching up to the lil dragon
"Whew! Oh my… *ahem* excuse me, 'sirs,' however I was following this little dragon on account of a certain issue involving the need to take a look into your archives. Who may I speak to in order to gain entrance?"
can I use command on any dragons here?

Roll #0 3 + 2 = 5


He shrugs.
"What does beign a tiny dog feel like?"
Then again, pointing at the lil' dragon
"And you still have not told me about your friend there."


"Ah dun no wat be goin' on with dat lil' guy… Da nice pon Lady knows… I be jus' followin dem."


I stand by her


I'm here, I just don't know what to do or say


"Ah, this pony?"
He turns to Firmgold.
Command. On a Dragon. In a quest where dragons are nigh-invulnerable.
DC100 on a d10
"Not hard."
He motions to the other dragon.

Leaving their huge halberds resting over the side of the massive white wall, the two dragons turn towards the door and take position near the middle.
Then, with a low sybil, you can see fire breathing through the door.
As the flame comes alive around the doorframe, the metal itself begins to melt away, revealing a huge, open building.
Under the purple domed structure stand thousands of shelves hosting thousandfolds the number of books, and dozens of dragons of all breeds, sizes and colors fly around.
In a depression in the middle of the building, a huge beign, at least four times the size of the dragon you met on the mountain, rests.

"That is the Broodmother.
Take it up to her, She's got plenty of time."


"Dude. Duuuuuuuuuuuuude."

Dis be real?

Roll #1 3 = 3


I stare at then sight, mouth wide open

"Holy shit…"


"Yes, thank you both very much…"
head inside with the lil dragon and approach the broodmother
"Oh… oh my… Uhm, excuse me Miss.. uhh well for the time being. Excuse me Miss. May I have a word with you?"

Roll #0 2 + 2 = 4


I follow the party.


Real, fantasy, who can tell.
Is much like discerning between your right or left paw.
Misteries nodog will ever reveal.
And if you look at it hard enough, isn't fantasy real, for those who live inside it?
The talkative guard reprimends you.
"Hey, no swaring in front of the kid!"
The lumbering mountain of purple scales doesn't move.
You are not quite sure what is the head and what the tail, her features don't even resemble a dragon, to you.
But then, a feminine, soothing voice echoes in your mind.
"I have an eternity to spare, little pony. Talk, please."


"Yeah yeah. Still… big place."


Can I find the trippiest looking dragon?

Roll #1 6 = 6


"It was always here, for what I can tell you.
And the Broodmother, she was there since before the Archives were even built."


I sigh and look around.
"I'd rather be in one of the bars or taverns right now…"


"Oh… woow.. uh! yes. I am Lady Firmgold, your greatness. And I am here on part of a dragon who had woken up quite recently, near a town of Donkeyburg. However that is for a later time, i hope you don't mind. But on part of the dragon, I was instructed to seek council with both you and this 'Celestia.' This little dragon was to be protected and sent to you. The dragon I spoke of left, I wasn't around to see if he went with the eggs, I presume they are safely with him…

*ahem* I am here to discuss you the matter of Equestria and Dragon formalities, this of course in part because of the dragon I mentioned earlier. My apologies I seem to have forgotten his name."
try to remember that name

Roll #0 10 = 10


"Holy crap, how old is this broad?"


I quickly stuff a hoof in my mouth to shut myself up


Dog, they all trippy.
Make up your mind! One could argue not even the look matters, as the dragons, like, breathe fire and all weird things, the most trippy is on the inside!
But yeah, that dude there will do.
He's green, covered in gems, and his eyes look in two different directions.
He gives you a slightly annoyed look, as to ask if you are serious or just fucking around with him.
"But yeah, the Mother is old.
Not old like that, she's still the best out there, but yeah, she's old.
Some say she was here when Celestia and Luna founded Canterlot."
A small bell rings off the corner of your mind.
It's like a golden thread linking you to the streets.
Wanna follow it?


I go closer to said dragon.
"Dude, I be diggin' yah blinging gems!"


"That's insane…"

I pat him on his scaly hide

"No offense! Heh heh… heh…"


Well yeah, sure.


He didn't tell you.
All you can think of is his expression of surprise when you didn't know who he was.
And the soldiers, and their armors, and what you had to report.
Thinking about it, the whole morning is still vivid in your mind.
And as you recall every memory, a soft purr resounds through your head.
"I see."
At once, a dozen dragons turn towards the Broodmother and stand there, unmoving.
"The service you honored us with today is no small feat.
Thank you, Lady Firmgold. Would you mind listening to one more request? I promise this time every question… And judging by your mind, you have many, will be answered.
He understands, you understand.
The side of the gems, so fine and polished.
The slime green of his scales, so muddy and unkept.
He has reached Nirvana.
And you might or might not still be stoned off your ass.
He shrugs.
"I'm too big to get hurt by something like that."
Down the fiery-painted streets you go, back into the blinding white of Canterlot proper, and down again, to the grey unkept stone of the lower reaches.
Here, on a side of the cliff overlooking the whole of the kingdom, just beside a stray rivulet of water flowing on its very own waterfall, stands a simple, two story tavern, its windows glowing a warm hue of yellow in the relative darkness of the secluded street.


I should have brought Spring with me…
Well I'll enter and see what the inside looks like.


"What? No I mean… oh never mind. Wait… where the fuck is my sister?"


"Y-yes your greatness."


As you open the rather simple wooden door, a warm glow and the crackling of burning wood hit you, followed by the music and drinking and yelling.
This is a full fledged tavern, everything you might ever want, here it is for your taking.
Just don't forget to pay the bill…
"The cripple? Off in that direction, I think."
He points you towards the direction your sis walked to.
Rolling to see how good a job he does.

Roll #1 6 = 6


Do I have my pouch of bits with me?


"Dude… yah be jus chillin here all day? Can Ah Chill with yah?"

I don't know if I'm high or not.
But better roll up another blunt just in case.

Roll #1 4 = 4


Alright, let's find her then. where is that silly filly?


Roll #1 2 = 2


Oh herp


One of the smaller dragons takes you by his side and leads you towards one of the pony-sized tables.
"This is a map of Equestria, the Kingdom we live in."
Then, pointing with a claw towards the middle
"This, this here is Canterlot, the city we are in right now. And this, Donkeyburg and its mountain, where you met one of our oldest and most skilled protectors."
As he slowly explains to you the geography and basics of the social structure of the nation, most of your unanswered questions are solved.
"And those who where mounting camp are members, as I'm told you already know, of the Northern Army.
One of the four legions that patrol over the far off corners of the Kingdom.
They have all large autonomy, and if they are attacking important servants of this nation they are either traitors or have a real damn good reason for it.
The Broodmother wants you and your friends to investigate."
Is not listed in the inventory.
You might have some spare money on you, roll for it.
You know what would make that blunt better? Some love.
And here you are, slowly cuddling your blunt before smoking it.
Somewhere. Sure as tartarus, not here.
Why did you even climb this flag pole again?



Jump down and start shouting



Roll for shout strenght.
Peg, roll to see if you heard that over the music and chatter of the bar, [DC8] if Ambrosia is successful.



Roll #0 4 = 4


Cuddle to the gemmy-wall eyed dragon next.
Is he comfy?

Roll #1 1 = 1


I saunter over to the bar and check my bits.
Well I'll try

Roll #0 6 = 6

Roll #1 2 = 2


"I see, yes this might be possible. Well! Thank you very much! I do have one more question, for either you or your Broodmother, two questions if I have any say about it. However one is enough"


Was that a cock in the distance? At this time of the day?
Damn blue-blooded animals, taking it lazy just because they have the money.
Too many gems out here dog! You can't believe how much the scales hitch, too!
So let's try to climb somewhere else.
Yeah, that big pink mouth of his looks great.
"You have all the time in the world, while in here. Or at least until we don't pull your dog friend away from Crakky. So feel free to ask."

A few dragons are trying to pull Puli out of the Dragon, but he's shouting about the 'ultimate comfy place' or something.


Yeah fuck this, I'm going back to that lady


She's talking with a smoke colored dragon, a relatively small one, beside one of the smaller tables on the edge of the building.


I laugh as I watch Puli.


"Yah dun eat me now, I be tryin to find somethin comfortable!"

Hop out of his mouth, he's not my dragon soul mate.
Find a comfier dragon.

Roll #1 8 = 8


So I have money, yes? I order a snack and some red wine.
What's the bartender like?
"Did you hear something just now?"


Yeah, I'm just going to stand besides her and keep my trap shut


look at Puli
"Oh gracious…. my apologies on his part."
head over tothe broodmother
"The little dragon will stay with you I trust? Oh and I realize this is not the best of requests for one of no bearing within the other matter, however is there any possibility for a.. slight allowance of treasure or payment of some sort? My comrades in this cause have gone quite awhile on my promise to them of payments and though I will take this cause for you. I humbly request just a 'pidge' of something for their sakes.. your greatness."

Roll #0 3 + 2 = 5


That huge dragon lady.
I mean, look at her! A scale of hers is like, bigger than you!
She's taller than all the blunts you have ever smoked in your life stacked one atop the other, and that's tall!
Meanwhile, as you crawl away from the not-so-comfy mouth of the dragon, a whole bunch of dudes are running to hug you.
No homo.
He's an old stallion with a short beard, whitered by the years.
But he has that deep, soothing voice that can make a mare dream.
Yeah you got money. Not enough to pay off the Eurozone's debt, but enough for a tavers.
And indeed so you do. Smart thinking.
The various dragons in here are not even noticing your laughter. Good for you I guess.
Shine on, Crazy Gryphon.
"Lady, please, lower your voice. There's not need to even actually talk, in here.
As for the hatchling, he will indeed remain with us.
Rewards I can offer you plenty, starting with enough money to live in canterlot your whole life.
But now, you have to make haste for I have called upon somepony that will help in your endevours.
She'll be waiting for you in the guards' barracks, on the edge of the city.

Roll #1 5, 10, 5 = 20


Hug them back.
"Brothas, peaaaace!"

Roll #1 2, 7, 4 = 13


I remember that I'm surrounded by dragons and slink over to Firmgold. She seems to know what she is doing here.


I spin around on my bar stool.
There's gotta be something interesting happening in the tavern, right?

Roll #1 1 = 1


I glance over at him

"You still cool bird guy?"


"My apologies! Yes well.."
"Thank you your greatness"
turn and call to Puli, ambrosia and seekkill to head outside


'1d10' to try and hide how agitated I am.

Roll #1 7 = 7


"Yah, goin' goin' right after da hugzies!"


"I dunno, you look a little antsy. Can't blame you with all these goddamn dragons around. What if one gets pissy and decides to fry our asses?"

"Right behind you, missy!"


Get on the Floor.
Walk the Drag…
No wait, don't walk.
It's comfy enough under these 3 huge, big, loving boundles of scales.
"Ya chill now, bro?"
YES! It's the national sprinters' day!
Everypony that can sprint 100 meters in less than 7 seconds wins a day of luxuries all paid for and anypony can join, but only if they are here by the next… 30 seconds!
Oh this is gonna be gre…
Oh yeah, peg leg.
These brothers don't want to let you go, and keep you thight in their arms while walking you to the door.
They could have been a bit more careful while letting go thou.
Roll for butt damage from the fall.
The whole group is outside, Peg is nowhere to be found.


"Be seein yah dudes!"

They were nice and friendly drags..

Roll #1 2 = 2


I let go of the breath I was holding.
"What now?"


I sigh and get drunk.


"Oh my.. Miss Ambrosia do you know where your sister is? We must gather her before I relay to you all the importance of what will come to pass"


"I have no fucking clue. Knowing her, she's probably getting drunk somewhere."


The door is closed already. What a shame.
Also, you won't be walking straight for a few days.
Rolling for ale quality.
Roll for alcohol resistance.

Roll #1 2 = 2


How can a pub this nice serve swill like this?

Roll #1 3 = 3


"Dayumn, mah rear be hurting… time for some good ol fashioned medicine…"
Natural Remedy

"Any of yah want some?"

Roll #1 1 + 2 = 3


All the good stuff was already taken.
And now roll not to pass out from alcohol poisoning.
What more natural remedy for a silly walk than a pole up your.. Yeah that place.
It will allow you to walk straight and all! Yeah!
Roll to see if it helps.


What could go wrong?

Roll #1 7 = 7


"how.. unfortunate. Well, we must find her regardless!"
look for peg leg

Roll #0 7 = 7


The stick actually helps you keep a straight posture.
Just remember to reapply after sharing your meals with the nature.
Thanks doc!
Thanks to the help of the dragon at the entrance you are sent on the way of the best tavern in town.
A perfectly plain but homely looking hole in the side of the mountain.
As you step inside, you can see Peg doing a number with her fake leg and a pineapple, and you are istantly glad the lil dragon is not there with you.


take a sigh and see if I have anything to spare for liquor, if I have enough then great! try to buy some portable stuff! otherwise just grab her and head off to the gates

Roll #0 9 = 9


I look at Puli, then at Peg.
"I think the bones lied to me."


Whoa, who knew that I'm so tall when I straighten out!

"So where we be goin', Lady?"


Hey, what did the dragon lady say? Enough money to buy a living here forever!
Yeah, money in Canterlot and the nearby cities is not a problem anymore for any party member.

You pick a fine selection of different and exotic liquors.
Some are spicy, some fruity, others are so dense you can't seem to move them while shaking the bottle.
Who knows, they might come in handy.


now head off to the gates if we're not already there

Roll #0 6 = 6


"Ey… Lady… Where we be goin now?"


Okay… You are at the entrance of town.
It's up to the others if they want to be there with you or not.


"Yes. Where?"

I'm sticking with her.


I be followin da nice pon lady


"To the gates Mr. Puli. I have a mission I must go on, and there is a pony there who will be of aid."
turn to them
"Alright everyone, before we go any farther. I must ask whether or not you will keep to this cause. The Northern Army that we have encountered before has been up to some rather questionable tasks as of late. The dragon broodmother has requested I head off to 3(?) locations in the far corners of this Country of Equestria with any who wish to follow. I would greatly require your services in this, however choosing to go is yours to make. Thank you for coming with me thus far."
now meet that pony!


"Yah, I dun be havin any better company to hang out wid."

Follow her.


"The bones tell me to follow your group. I think they mean to say you."


No. Just to the north. No 3 locations at all.
She only said there are 3 OTHER armies in 3 different locations.


"Yeah sure. You're a decent enough pony for me to hang out with."


"To the North, I mean. My apologies"


The party enters the guards' barracks.
Far from the gloom of the inner city and the impossible architecture of the Royal Castle and Dragon Archives.
The almost plain looking barn hosts plenty of banners hinning to the might of the sun and the strenght of its followers, while dull-eyed ponies walk about their business, all dressed in the same golden armor and sporting the same white or grey coat.
As soon as you walk inside the guard standing behind the reception desk takes notice of you, and simply points with his hoof towards a table, with a lone mare sitting there.


nod my thanks to the guard then approach the mare
"Excuse me, Miss."


I stick close to her and look around the room. I look around and try to Locate anything out of place.



Roll #1 2 = 2


The peach colored mare looks up to you and motions for a few seats.
"I received word from the Broodmother.
She said.. I still hate her mind probe, by the way… That you might be able to locate one of my scouts.
She was keeping an eye on a certain outpost of the Northern Army, one the Equestrian Central Army deems 'too close to comfort'.
She has useful informations for your investigation, I've been led to believe.
I'll authorize her to share with you anything she knows if you find her."
That's Firmgold's rump.
Stop staring already!



After hitting Canterlot the party is assigned a very important task by the Broodmother: Investigate the Northern Army and find out the reason behind the attack to one of the most prominent dragons still alive.
Before setting off for the Stronghold of the Northern Army, the Broodmother sends the party towards the Canterlot's barracks, to speak with a particularly distressed peach-colored mare, that might have useful informations about what's happening.


I'll follow the pon lady as usual.


Am I with the party?


"Understood Miss. Is there anything else we must be made aware of before starting out?"


Guess what, you are all here at a nice wooden table watching as your friendly neighbourhood Lady Firmgold talks the big words with Sunset Card.
Yeah, the peach mare.
"Yes. Be careful."
She hoofs you over a marked map, with a location at two days travel from here.


"I- I see. Thank you very much Miss Sunset."
take a look at the map, hopefully the party will see as well.


"We be careful all da time!"


"Is that a stick up your butt?"
She just nods

As soon as the party is ready to move, everyone rolls two d10.


what are the names of the places?

Roll #1 7, 5 = 12


I nod with only my smile visible form my face under all that hair.

"It be helpin me stay balanced."


The places have no name.
They are military outposts.
And nobody asked about the location of the Northern Army Stronghold, you only have the mark on the map Sunset Card just made.



"Right, well. Is everyone ready? As soon as you are, we'll be off."


"I be ready! We be adventuring now!"



>As soon as the party is ready to move, everyone rolls two d10.


Also, I'm kinda waiting for Nasse and Groves. Where the hell did they go?



Roll #1 9, 9 = 18


I don't know, Groves posted so he's probably eating. I think nasse pms'd and left


Wanna run with 3?


I don't mind



Roll #0 3, 8 = 11



Roll #0 10, 1 = 11


"Lady, I wanna talk to you if you have the time…it's sort of private."


"Uh, Of course Miss Peg Leg! Excuse me everyone."

"Yes Miss Peg?"


Am I ready to remove the stick from my butt already?

Roll #1 9 = 9


"I…well…you see me and Spring Source have this thing going, right? I-I was wondering if you could maybe release her from your command? I'm sure I could make her stay with us…I mean if that would be fine with you I mean you could get other minions and we might have a better chance of success on our mission…"


You are.
But just because it's been such a good stick, you take it sloooow.
Very. Very. Very slow.
Roll how much you liked it. The higher, the gayer.


Oh fuck mehue

Roll #1 7 = 7


"Miss Peg Leg she's been of great use to us! Far more than I could ever be, if it weren't for her then we would have never went to the abbey in the first place! I need her as much as you do, I would argue more were it not that the two of you were in a relationship.."
take a deep breath
"Miss Peg Leg, I didn't allow two soldiers of Equestria to die on the possibility of her staying with our group."

Roll #0 2 = 2


"I'm sorry Miss Peg Leg, Maybe if we come across other Clerics who can take her place. But for now she stays under my wing, so to speak."


That's pretty gay son. But we can say you just wanted to experiment.
Is that roll for something son? If so, your breath was reaaaally short and made you wheeze a bit.


it was a roll not intended for you. read my next post


"Is that…"
"…a no. Right. Sorry for taking up your time."


Leaving Canterlot before nightfall the party finds itself traversing quietly vast fields of crop, their natural golden hue lost in the fading light, brushing alongside their coats, their furs, their feathers, their amors, as small trails of broken stews are by them drawn on the endless fields.
Pointing north, north, north.
By the time Celestia's moon rises high a few distant burning spots appear on the horizon.
And suddenly, a road.
A huge road whide enough for a dozen ponies to walk side by side without an effort, long enough for the eye to strain trying to find its ends.
And further down the road, a trail of huge, imposing war machines starts coming into focus.
They must be nearly a kilometer away.


"Whoa, dat be not looking friendly an peaceful at all!"


"…Did I miss a war while we were up there?"


"Miss Peg Leg I understand that you want her to have the freedom to stay with you. However she is still important to the group's well being."
look about a couple times
"Pray we come across another cleric to take her place"

look further, are they heading this way?
"We must get off the beaten path, quickly!"


"Okay, last time I saw something like that it ended badly. How about we go around the fuckhuge and scary machine things?"

"Easier than you might suspect, sis."


"I agree, we should set up camp for the night but…"
"yeah, we should."
I draw my pistol and get ready.

Roll #0 7 = 7


"Will we be hidin an waitin for dem? An ambush?"


"Let's get away sooner rather than fucking later!"

Push the rest of the party along and make for the bushes


"Not at all, I'm unsure if these are the ones we must be keeping an eye on"


Protip: the war machines are not moving.
Want to close in?


from the sides if there's trees to hide behind maybe!


"I'm not getting close to that shit. I've learned not to poke at things that don't concern me."

I stay behind in the bushes and wait if the party decides to


"You and what army? I don't think we can ambush them. Just let them pass and let's make camp before it gets too dark."
Is there a forest or something?

Roll #0 10 = 10


"We be jus checkin' den. I be goin wid the Lady. She might be needin an extra pair of eyes an paws."


Oh, well, I'll hobble over to Spring Source too.
"How are you doing?"
"You know, I'm a master of disguise, I could try to scout it out."


"Yeah, have fun with that."

"And make a fire for all of them to see? Fuck that, we should just move on and tough it out."


I speak in a flat, completely serious voice.
"We could just put up our tents and sleep cuddled together."


DC5 to remain hidden at 100 meters from them.
DC+1 for every additional 10 meters.
No. Just bushes, but you are that good. I mean, after all, they are all a bit too busy.
Closing at a few hundreads meters of distance you can see no Insigne of the Northern Army on there. Just suns.
And since you are that good, you can almost get in hearshot from them.
The various siege machines appear to be stuck in front of a bridge. The ponies in there scratching their heads.


hide or approach them instead

Roll #1 4 = 4


I try to keep hiding at 100.

Roll #1 5 = 5


try to hide then. close the distance to 100 and watch for what they're doing '1d10'

Roll #0 8 = 8

Roll #1 4 = 4


"Yeah sure, as long as that damn dog doesn't get near me. He's probably got flea-"

"Oh for fucks sake."

Yeah, time to bail out. Stay where I'm at


it's to hide inthe bushes yo


Okay quickly
I am a soldier

Roll #0 1 = 1


And now a bunch of ponies are approaching you.
Seems like they haven't noticed neither Puli, hidden nearby, Peg, almost under their noses, nor Ambrosia, still hundreads of meters behind.
No, that guardspony doesn't have any mascara. And now he's pointing a spear at you.
"And you are?"


This is just way too stressful for me.
Calm down with the help of Mother Nature!

Roll #1 2 + 2 = 4


I'm staying where I'm at for now.

Why is my sister such an idiot? I can't believe I share blood with her.


"Am a scout of your army. I was sent to tell you there's a crossing spot not a mile downstream."

Roll #0 5 + 2 = 7


well fine!
"Uhm, well.. Hello there! Pardon me for such, however I wasn't sure on the nature of your being here. You see we were on our way to investigate something and seeing your presence here made me unsure if I should turn back and find a different path. a haha.. yes. Would it be possible to traverse ahead of you?"

Roll #0 2 + 2 = 4


There are no animals aro-
No wait, there's a Puma. He's staring at you like you just interrupted his nap, which most likely you did.
"Finally! It's been a whole day now! Go talk with the major."
He points you towards one of the biggest machines, at least twenty meters tall.
On top, you can see a very crouched-looked pony staring at a map.
"I don't like your tone lady. And what we do is not civilian matter anyway!"
Then, he lowers his weapons.
"Anyway, if you are looking for a way to cross, you are out of luck. The bridge is destroyed.
Not sure if a pony could fork it or not.
Sure not at night."


"M-my sincerest apologies! I didn't mean to be brash or offensive in any way. How unfortunate about the bridge though… would you or any of your officers know of a way around it? If you're kind enough to disclose such information of course."

Roll #0 9 + 2 = 11


Pat him on the head.
He seems like a friendly fella.
"Sup boi?"

Roll #1 2 = 2


"No idea. Care to follow?" He's showing you the road to the broken bridge and the siege machines.


"Lady please."
I walk to the nearest tree and hit my head on it a few times.

Roll #0 7 + 2 = 9


Approach her.

"What the fuck, sis?"


You two are nowhere close. Lady is hundreads of meters up the road.
He's a sleepy fella.
Waving a pawn at you he emits a long yawn.
DC3 to dodge.
You are all the fucking way a kilometer ahead.


"Sometimes I think I should go to a monastery and become a Paladin…at least their job's a little easier than this."


"Yes of course, thank you."
look down both ways of the river, is there another way across?

Roll #0 9 = 9


I have 4 legs, not like I can't trot over

I shrug.

"Whatever, where's the rest? I'm kind of starting to wonder why the heck I'm still even here."


Oh. Well in that case.
I trot off to the general direction of the camp.


'Dodge' as in pull my paw away so he won't claw me.
"Easy dere, boi!"

Roll #1 3 = 3


Not in the dark, not here.
The pony that led you here is not pointing at the biggest siege machine of them all. On top, a very nervous looking pony. Must be the one calling the shots.
You are now together with Lady.
And You are now together with your sister! How convenient!
He's too sleepy to care.
"Can'ya jus leave me 'lone?"


"Whoa shit, you be a talkin puma!"

Roll #1 8 = 8


"Or maybe you so high you talking with yerself!"


I just look around. Not much to be done here, it seems.


"Nah, I be talkin to dem animals all de time! Wanna' come with me, bro? We be goin on an adventure!"

Animal Mastery.

Roll #1 1 = 1


"hmm… could I talk to whoever's in command? With their permission and your aid, naturally.."

Roll #0 5 + 2 = 7


I poke her in the side
"So. How about that Spring Source, huh?"


"She's been quiet…I think the lady has her on a tight leash."


Just calm down dude, you got nothing to show off for!
The puma doesn't seem to know and raises to all four, standing tall on the rock he was napping upon, giving off a terrifying roar and lunging at you.
Roll initiative.
Again, he points you at the pony on top of the siege machine.
She's staring at you right now, but as you turn to meet her gaze she turns away.


"Maybe you should tell the lady to keep her hooves off of her?"

I trot up to her

"Hey you, what's up?"


"Woah dude I don mean no trouble!"

I don't want to fight him, just leg it out of there!

Roll #1 8 = 8


"Should I fly you up, Firmgold?"


I trot up to her.
"I didn't mean anything against you, you know that right?"


with their apparent permission, I head up and to the pony
"Excuse me, I take it you are the one leading this expedition?"


Yeah right. Outrun a puma.
Good for you he just wanted to sleep
"And don't come back!"
She keeps staring at the ground.
"What are… It's nothing you did, silly."
She moves in closer and tries to hug you.
The burning magic light inside the top level of the war machines project soft shades of orange and red upon the hay-colored mane of the stallion, shadows seeping in the deep traits of his face, giving him a worked up but somewhat regal appearence.
"Major Cartel, 2nd Equestrian heavy vehicles division. I take you need to cross the bridge too."

Roll #1 2 = 2


To fix this

Roll #1 8 = 8


And he looked like such a nice dude too.
I wonder what the others are up to.
I miss the Lady, she's so nice.
I'll just walk over where she walked! Those big war thingies!

Make sure to get back on track with a healthy spliff.

Roll #1 1 + 2 = 3


"What do you mean, nothing? You're fucking my sister!"


I look at Firmgold then at him.


"Unfortunately yes. My apologies in getting a few of your ponies worked up by my unintentionally offensive manner of speech. And just as well excuse my abrupt character but do you know if there's another way around? Or that if you could get us over? I could happily get a message out for you if possible!"

Roll #0 2 + 2 = 4


She's comfy.
And the protection you are offering her from the cold wind of the night is good enough.
A smile forms on her lips.
That's not cool dude.
Stop rolling your stuff with soap.
Walking is now DC8. Talking coherent, DC9.
"A… Message?"
He laughs a moment, his features becoming momentarely softer, but then gazes back at you.
"That's not something we can't do on our own. But I have scouts missing, that I could use help with."
Then turning his back to you both
"And you should seriously have your troath checked. That yelling can't be good."



Ey who was messing with my stash?
Try to walk! Somewhere!

Roll #1 4 = 4


I nuzzle her a bit.
"Hey Ambrosia, did you see the dog go anywhere?"


Moon. Pretty.
Is this another plane of reality?
Is that a talking owl statue made of moving tree brenches?
She actually takes offence in this and her face grows a scowl.
"I was just so scared in that dark basement…"


Who wanted to walk anyway? Wave at the owl
"Whoaaaaaaaaa! Duuuuuude, you be da best lookin owl I have seen!"

Roll #1 1 = 1


"I lost track of him a long time ago. Who knows where that crazy son of a bitch is now."
I stay quiet for a moment.
"Seriously, what the fuck are we doing just standing here?"

I chuckle
"If you're going to get it on with my sis, you and I are going to have to get used to each others presence."


"How unfortunate. I'm so sorry to hear that.. Well I'm with a select group that could be of use to you if we are looking for missing scouts. I myself am with the group doing the exact thing for another of the Equestrian Government."


"I know, I was afraid too."
I look around.
"Uh, waiting for the lady? Unless you want to go through the camp's valuables?"


One slip, and down the hole you fall.
It seems to take no time at all.
With a gaze, you fly into his eyes.
And no questions now, just dreams all day.
The world opens in an infinite horizon in front of you. Endless colors as dark and white clouds fly above.
"Oh, that."
She relaxes a bit.
"Your sister is a very nice pony."
"It's just… All that dark, I couldn't see any light. I thought Celestia had forgotten me."


"Really sis? Stealing from the army? Even I am not that crazy."

Or am I? '1d10'

"Yeah she is. She's the nicest of the two of us. But also the dumbest."

Roll #1 2 = 2


Nah, I'm not


Whoa whoa slow down bro
Dis be starting to be gettin waaaaay too trippy
Where am I?

Roll #1 8 = 8


Rolling on the grass.
Smoking on the water.
Falling from a height mile-high.
Roll once more, please.


"well you wanted something to do."
"Celestia could never forget a sweet filly like you~"
I look around the camp, anything going on?



Roll #1 1 = 1



"Yeah, but getting arrested or killed is not on my to-do list right now."

I think to myself for a moment and look around to see if there are any good looking stallions around. '1d10'

"Wouldn't mind a quick fuck though. It's been too damn long."

Roll #1 6 = 6


"nothing like a good dicking every now and then."


Around the camp, a lot of ponies doing absolutely nothing. Most of them sleeping or guarding around.
"It must be because I got close to you. I just.. I just couldn't focus!"
Hey, they are guards, any one of them will do!
Try to not get caught.
"… What a mighty nation, built an empire across the world, controls the sun and moon, and loses scouts like flies.
I guess this is what happens when there are just so many ponies, one more or less doesn't matter."
She's blushing furiously.
You open your eyes to the dark midnight sky.
And to a terrible pain in your chest.


Bad trip, bad trip!
Quickly, heart-rate pacifier mushrooms to the rescue!
Natural Remedy!

Roll #1 5 + 2 = 7


"A-are you saying I'm a distraction?"
I make a sad face at her.

"and even you can't deny it doesn't feel good to have someone pressed against your back and something against your flank~"

Roll #1 7 = 7


"You know it…"

Approach the best looking one of them that is standing alone.

"Evenin' buddy. You busy?"


"It's not right to think like that Major. Just because Equestria doesn't keep account on things of this nature doesn't mean the ponies who run about for it care less for their own. If our group can but stay here the night, I guarantee at least I will stay to help find the scouts you are missing in the morning."

Roll #0 7 + 2 = 9


As cold air rushes through your nostrils into your throat you realize something is immediatly wrong.
The cold sensation becomes a burning mess of bubbling saliva and blood instead of beign breathed in as fresh air.
No time to think, shove that stuff into your mouth.
Amidst watery eyes, the green mixture goes down, and coffing and wheezing you fall to your paws, the sensation in your chest not entirely gone, but able to breath once more.
Since now on, you might want to go slow on the stuff.
"I am saying.." she takes your hooves in hers.
"I haven't figured it out yet.
I don't know if you give me strenght or just mess more with my mind.
But I wanna know."
Then slaps you.
"And I never!"
Rolling for best looking.
Yo, you oughta've done that yerself!
"Not really, turn just over. You are?"

Roll #1 7 = 7


"Whoa…whoa…dude…whoa… I be needin to get dat checked… now where dat healer pone be?"

Try to stand up and find the healer pony.

Roll #1 7 = 7


"I really appreciate your offer. We'll roll out a tent for the night.
Just the two of you?"


"A very bored tourist looking for some entertainment in this boring shithole. You got any pointers?"


"I am with five others. So I'll not trouble you or your men with my presence. Thank you again Major"
head down and to the party
"If you're ok with it, we'll stay here thenin the morning You head off"
show themthe map
"Here. I'm staying behind to help them in locating their scouts"


Walking slowly, with your ragged breath and hazy eyes, you carry yourself towards the huge machines, where everypony seems to be.
A guards sees you and comes rushing to your help.
"Hey slow there fella!"
"A tourist… On a road?" He moves aside, making space for you on his haybed.
"Wanna lay here and tell me your story?"
"Not a problem. We are a logistic division, plenty of spare beds."
He nods to you as you leave and orders a few ponies to set up a huge tent for all five of you.


"Oh hey… I think I be… needin' some healin… dere be some bad seeds in muh stash… an I don be feelin too well…"
Try not to cough again.

Roll #1 2 = 2


"My story? Shit, I'm just traveling with my sister and making sure her stupid ass doesn't get killed. Just came out of Canterlot and we're now traveling to some godforsaken place I don't even know the name of. It's a goddamn fairytale, isn't it?"

I look around to see if anybody else is around, if not then I make sure to scoot closer and closer to him as time passes, making sure I 'accidentally' brush against his junk every so often. '1d10'

Roll #1 9 = 9


inspect the tent, then take a bed and get comfortable

Roll #0 9 = 9


Well you are not coughing. Smoke, at least.
A nice streak of blood comes out of your mouth, and you nearly fall over the pony.
Next thing you know, you are inside a tent looking at Spring Source, as she heals your butt up.
Let's see how she does.
"Lady that's mighty nice of you…" But his words get lost as he inhales of your mane, slowly taking you under his hooves.
And as the time passes and your teasing becomes more and more aggressive, so does his embrace, until you are one lone burning flame in the night sky.

Roll #1 3 = 3


In the tent, Spring Source is desperately trying to stabilize Puli.
But hey, beds are nice!
'1d10' for Source.
'r2 2d10' for unnamed sexbot 95

Roll #1 7 = 7 / Roll #2 2, 2 = 4


"Thank yah lady but ah dun be feelin any better…"


Good news Puli, you'll live and retain all of your organs, your lungs just as charred as ever!
"Shut up and lay down, stupid dog.
What the hell did you even do be this bad off?"


"I dun be doin anythin out of da ordinary… jus some of mah medicine be spoilt when ah took it!"


"You should stop using unmarked herbs! Leave healing to Her!"


What the fuck kind of performance was that? '2d10' Help this incompetent stallion out by giving him some pointers and try again.

Roll #1 6, 5 = 11




BoH needs to be rewritten. Roll is instacrit because Cadence blesses you with the power of love.
"Whoa there… Let's do this over, okay?"
And then little hearts flew everywhere.
"Celestia, you dork!"




Scratch my head.
"She be dat tall an shiny pon?"


"That she is, big lumbering mountain of fur."
She's giving you a motherly smile.


Tilt my head
"…an she be havin' the herbs too? If yah said soonah I'd have visited her back in da city!"


Keep going from where you left off.
Missing Secret agent for the guard captain in Canterlot, missing scouts for the Major sitting still with a shitload of war machines before a broken bridge, Puli just allucinated, the sun is great, it's time to sleep.
Will you?


>tfw autoloader
Anyway, I pull Spring Source in a tent with me and then go to sleep with her


"Hey wait you… Oh~"
Misunderstanding your actions at first she tries to remain by Puli's side, but gives in as your soft hooves pull her towards the inside of the tent.
She cuddles up next to you on the hay matress and closes her eyes, with an happy smile on her face.
"Did you see back there? Celestia helped me again~"


of course I will!

rolling for great dreams!

Roll #0 7 = 7


"Mmhm, I sure did."
rolling for dreams

Roll #1 3 = 3


The big dragons fly circles around you as you climb a stairway that stands on mostly nothing. On top, a big shining light, like you have never seen before, so strong it casts a shadow on the colorful background of the sky.
But something calls you. Behind you, a huge pitfall, darkness so deep it seems to eat the stairways, its snow-white briks crumbling into darkness.
Roll 6 to outrun it.
With one last breath of Spring's mane, you fall asleep. A dreamless, soundless sleep.
Tomorrow you'll wake up well rested, at least.


"Oh Dearest No!"

Roll #0 6 = 6


You keep climbing. The scenery beside you quickly changing.
The dragons become rabbits, jumping steady across dark green fields of tall grass, where damp stones corner rushing rivers running red with the blood of all the ponies who looked for fame on these fields.
"And what is you seek?"
An angelic voice calls for you from the light atop the stairs.
But the darkness is always there, shadowing you.
DC6 and an answer to outrun the darkness again.


"I seek an end to this journey! An end to the dangerous frivolities the army of the North is thinking to wrought! The answer to end it all and bring a period of peace to those affected by this! But.. most of all.. I seek a story to tell my kids, and my grandkids.."

Roll #0 7 = 7


Am I having good dreams?

Roll #0 5 = 5


Uh…one…one puff of a smoke won't hurt…
Natural Remedy.

Roll #1 8 + 2 = 10


"I don't have those answers. You don't have those answers. But you do have a story…"
As the images of green battlefields change into dark mountains, the heat and cracking of a small fire take your attention to the other side of the stairs.
There, in the thin air, an old pony with a golden mane sits on her harmchair by the cimney, little colts and fillies staring at the fire intensely, their faces only dark scratches on the tapestry of smoke.
"And would they listen? Would they care for the stories of a sad, old pony?"
DC8 to keep the dream from falling apart.
Can't really tell. This one old voice in your head to which you ask all these questions doesn't know what to make of your dreams right now.
Those are very bland dreams indeed.
Try dreaming harder.
"Jack, man, you sure you want to do that?"
It's the owl, again.


I dream harder.

Roll #0 7 = 7


I squint my eyes.
"Yah look familiah…"


A hunt. Dark shadows all along the underbushes. Dark shadows taller than you, more impressive then you.
But are they better hunters than you?
"Well Jack.." He turns to you, his wooden body screaking slightly as his head moves.
"I can call you Jack, right? See Jack, the problem is, your mind is not that good right now. Here, look up."
And as you do the sky starts to run fast over your head.
No clouds, no stars, no sun or moon. Hardly anything can tell you it's moving, but you know it is.


a tear comes to my eye
"My wish would be that they do. But even if they don't… It will always be something I appreciated with the notable others.."
come on dream!

Roll #0 3 = 3


Lower that joint for now.
"Uh… oh mon… how do ah fix dis? Yah be wise, owl dude!"


Long comes a laugh from the top of the stairs. So very very far is now that light you first gazed upon… How long ago? Was it three minutes, three hours, three days ago?
Feels like forever since you started running.
And now, you slip. Your back hooves can't find ground to stand on, pulling you towards the dark pit below. In one last effort, you grab the crumbling stairway with your forehooves, just to take a last look at the shining altar on top of it.
Again, so very very far.
Then, you fall.
This will all be a bad dream tomorrow.
"You don't. You embrace it." And looking at the sky he spreads his wings, the old carved wood catching fire as soon as he does.
But remaining calm, stoic, he looks at you as the white flames engulf him.
"Now, your turn."


"Wadeva' yah say!"
Puff that joint, lie on my back and spread my arms like I want to hug the sky.

Roll #1 7 = 7


"No, not like that.
You should have used more… Heart."
And now you are burning a flaming red, a flame that hurts and whiters your skin at every touch.


do I wake up now?

Roll #0 3 = 3


That you do. As soon as Puli does too.


Extuingish the spliff on the ground and roll around!

Roll #1 5 = 5


"You are still not feeling it!"
He shakes his head, in shame.
"I'm so disappointed…"
And this is the story of how a burning wooden owl looked down on you.
But that's just a dream. One of those you won't be talking with your friends about.

A cock crows dangerously close to the party's ears, reminding everyone that dawn always rises on the realm of the princess of the Sun.


Hold my head as I wake up.
"Oh mon… dat be one trippy dream…"


try to not be groggy or anything!
"That wasn't a very pleasant dream.."

Roll #0 3 = 3


"Your goddess is working overtime…"
I get out of bed and head out to look for food.


Hearing you the guard that took you in yesterday just mubles something about rocks and puppies, but then shuts up.
You can't see straight yet.
And what's this dark thing right in front of you? Sure, it's soft, but bumping into it might not have been a good idea.
The thing has a pulse, that's new!
"Isn't she wonderful?"
Spring snuggles closer to you before remaining in bed, her head held up by one hoof, as she looks you trot off and nibble on some green grass in the distance.


get my eyes clearer! who is it!?

Roll #0 4 = 4


Well I was going to bring Spring some too but I guess it's been a while since I had fresh grass…
"C'mon out, if yer hungry!"
I try to look for Firmgold or someone familiar.


Clean the inside of my ear with my pinkie finger then perk it towards him.
"Eh? Wassat', pon?"


The thing hoofs you over something, but you cannot see it.
Probing around, the smooth silk of a hoofkerchief comes in touch and you can clean your eyes to reveal the Major, standing less than an hinch away from you.
"So, about that job.."
It's an improvised military camp. They don't exactly have fancy dinners.
Also, all the others are in the same tent you came from, and the major is talking with Lady Firmgold.
"Nothing sir. Just talking about the weather."


I'm gonna tip-toe closer to see if I can hear what they're talking about.


"An dere be a hail of rocks? Dat be solid, pon… I dun think dem tents can handle dat."


"Oh! Dear! Excuse me I'm not even ready for the day yet! Ahaha! Would the Major be willing to give this humble mare some time to get ready?"
find a place to not be seen and GET READY FOR TH FUCKING DAY
"Of course I didn't forget out our agreement, and I'll gather whoever's willing to aid me today."

Roll #0 5 = 5


"That's why you all should leave soon, don't you agree?"
Roll to catch the pissed tone in his voice, DC8.
They are not exactly hiding.
"Oh don't worry you are perf-"
But you cut him short running around the tent with your armor and all. Too bad that's exactly in front of everypony else that's not the major.
When you come back he looks more astonished than angry.
"That's… Incredibly helpful. Thank you once more. I was here to give you this."
He hooves you over a map of the immediate surroundings.
"This right here is the direction our scouts took. Should be a relatively easy path, no dangers. Known dangers, at least."



Roll #1 6 = 6


"Yah, I dun wan to be out dere when dat starts… thanks pon! Yah be a bro!"

Look for Firmgold.


She's right in front of you. Same tent and all. Talking with the Major.
"Good luck pal."


well that wasn't Ladylike at all…

"Of course, thank you Major."
head out and find my party!

Roll #0 4 = 4


Wave at them.
"We be needin ta move oud soon. Ah guard be sayin it be rainin stones!"


He gives one last nod.
"Good luck out there, Lady Firmgold.
I hope Celestia will watch over you."
The rest of the party is exactly… Here.
The major only arches a brown at this, looking back at the one guard holding his position near the tent.
A slight grin happears on the major's face and a loud gulp can be heard from the guard.
Also, Firmgold is trying to get your attention.


"I be here ponette!"

Wave goodbye to him with a goofy smile.


He wears a large smile himself and waves back.
Dude, this guard is like, the frendliest guard ever.


"Right… Gather around everyone"
go someplace where the map can be displayed
"for whoever's willing, we are going to be doing a little extra for the Major here. You are free to opt out of it, since it is not entirely necessary for you to join. However we'll need to follow the path the scouts took and then search for them, or whatever is taking them. Understood? Any questions?"


I smile.
"Wen we be startin'? I like yah, lil pon. I be following yah wherevah yah lead!"


"I'll join, but are we getting paid?"


smile at him
"Thank you Mr. Puli, I hope to no disappoint you."
"For this? I don't think so, however you should be able to live comfortably per what the Dragon Matron has agreed to offer. Aside from that I'll part with these"
put a couple bottles of the liquors on the map
"As a way for compensation. Should you find themacceptable that is."


"Oh, you didn't have to for me~"
Still, grab a bottle and put it in a bag.


"Nah, dem drinks be bad for da body! An yah cannot dissapoint meh. Erryone be makin mistakes now ah den."


I snort loudly at that comment.


"It's still something to show my thanks. And… an apology for.. well youandMissSpringSource"
"well! I trust that's the most of it, correct? If there is anything else please say so now otherwise we should head out"
"Understood Mr. Puli, still. Thank you"


A tall, brown bottle catches your eyes. On the glass, preciously printed in huge golden letters, the name of it.
"Honey Tongue"


I salute.
"Yah, les' go!"
Do I have the munchies?

Roll #1 10 = 10


I smack my lips.
"Oh. Of…okay."


You packed up before leaving the bug town.
All a dog could ever want. Glowing gems of all kinds. Just choose a color.
Red, Blue or Green?


Green is my favourite!
Even though it's not a creative colour…


The big, green, tear shaped gem left a taste of earth into your mouth.
Earth and gems. Two things all dogs can appreciate.
All nature can appreciate.
Children of Gaia now gives a +2 bonus until the end of the day.


Aww yiss.
Rub my tummy.
"Ah we goin' now?"


"That we are Mr. Puli"
head out in the direction indicated by the Major, look to spot things out of place '1d10'

Roll #1 2 = 2


Follow her.

Roll #1 8 = 8


Okay, just keep walking and smiling like an idiot.


I follow her too.


You see a river. How the hell did you miss a river before?
Or did you miss it?
Or did you think you hadn't seen it and then… But yeah, that's where the scouts should be. Only a prairie, with its yellow and green long streaks of grass, the rushing water and wet stones on your right side as you leave the camp.
You have CoG, that's a 10.
And I know it's to see how high you are, but have some love.
No, you don't follow her. You dash on ahead, your nose picking up a strange smell, the smell of something cooking.
You start running. Fast and faster and faster past Lady and the rest of the group, until you see..
A hole in the ground.
The river is eaten by a huge ass hole in the ground! And the smell comes from down there, too..

Crumbled stones drive the river underground and make for a smooth and large path even the biggest of the war machines could follow.
But all this is not marked on the map.
And from the looks of it, there's a lot of room in that underground path the river takes…
The party is here with Puli.


if I can make a note of it on the map.
look for a way down '1d10' NOT JUST JUMPING IN EITHER

Roll #1 10 = 10


Sniff at the air.
Can I smell what's cooking? Is it the rocks?

Roll #1 6 = 6


There's a path. A long path of broken stones and.. Torches? Rope?
Somepony did come here.
Climbing this path should be relatively easy, if not a walk in the grass at all.
Nah bro, that's the sweet smell of pony hairs.


"Uh, Lady… I be smellin sum pon hair cookn'."


"You'd think something like this was on the map."
"I'm not sure my stomach can handle this…"


start to walk down, rolling if there's a need to '1d10'
"That is… not good. Not at all. I'm heading down first."

Roll #1 1 = 1


Catch her.
"Whoa dere!"

Roll #1 8 + 2 = 10


"Id jus be hair… yah dun have ta eat id!"


Roll to see if you understand why it wasn't on the map.
Handling rope is a job even a three year old filly could do!
That's why you decide to skip the ropes altogether and plunge to your death down below.
Doesn't agree with you and juggling off one of the ropes catches you by the ankle, a sharp pain taking it, before landing neatly with you on his arms on the bottom of the cave.


"Miss Peg Leg I understand, however I must take Miss Spring Source for her ability. I hope you understand"
"T-Thank you! My sincerest Apologies I wasn't looking there"


'1d10' to see if I do

Roll #1 6 = 6


"I'm coming with."
'r2 1d10'

Roll #1 6 = 6 / Roll #2 10 = 10


"Yah be welcome! Jus dun try dat again."


Shaky cave formation with sparse grass coming out of it? That sounds like a recent cave in to me.
To you?

The party is now at the bottom of the cave, torches on the right side of the walls light a downward path that follows the course of the river.
Down, down, down…


"Ah can take da lead. Ah be a dog after all."

Head in.

Roll #1 7 + 2 = 9


"After you then, Mr. Puli!"
follow and try to help looking for things further out of place '1d10'

Roll #1 10 = 10


The formation is as tall as it is wide, the ceiling remarkably dry if you consider the water runs up to your knees right now.
Once in a while you can even see the sky, if you look up.
And then, a huge lake of red, burning lava opens in front of you.



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