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As you slowly connect the plug on the virtual reality helmet to the usb door of your old notebook, the concept of failure comes to mind.
What went wrong? When did you stop caring about reality?
And then, your everlasting defense filled your mind, just as dust filled your nostrils.
It's just what others perceive as reality! Mine, mine is different! And that's not bad!
And today, you'll be able to touch that reality you so long called for.

_-=_Welcome to Equestria Online_=-_

You are in a white lobby, looks like a waiting room married an airport terminal.
And here, other… ponies, looking for group.


>Ye olde days pony in future quest

Name: Serpensa
Race: Pegasus (Racial: Bounce)
Gender: Female
Cutiemark or Talent: Rod of Asclepius (+2 to heal)
Class: Cleric
Skills: Heal (1), Cure (1), Detect Alignment (2), ISC (1)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Perks: Hardened (1), High Class (1), All That Glisters (2)
Flaws: Unlucky (3), High Class (1)
Inventory (brief or detailed): Fancy cloak, Ethereal sword (All that glisters), knife, crystal pendant (Catalyst), Book of healing, itching powder, coin that always lands on heads, torches, flint and tinder
Character traits (optional, just for roleplaying): Oldest daughter of a duchess and mysteriously the only pegasus in a noble unicorn family. On her 18th birthday she was presented a choice, either be sent to a monastery and give up all her claims on noble titles or stay and possibly suffer a unfortunate accident. Has a very skeptical and embittered view of the world. Is nihilistic and couldn't care less about justice or laws anymore. Worships Discord. Despite this all she became quite fascinated by the divine and its magic.


Name: Askal
Race: D.D (M)
Class: Dark knight
CM: Hiding (+2 to stealth)
Alignment: Neutral evil
Skills: digging (mandatory racial 0)
Hound (racial pick)
Stealth (1)
SIlent armor
Perks and flaws
Perks: Built
Dextrous utility
Flaws: Dim
Consumed by the past
Rouge armor: Pocket sand
Make up bag

Equipment:dagger, blackjack, Heavy armor, Large club, bag of bits, food, flint and tinder, lockpickin devices, three water skins(water), cloak, torch, 30 foot rope, grappling hook, first aid kit, normal peasant clothes, bag, pocket sand.

Also, anything wrong on the build just let me know


Class: Monk
Race : Zebra (Stripey Slip)
Gender : Female
Perks: Hardened (1) Staredown (3)
Flaws: Stoic (1) Hateful (1) Unreceptive (1) Ties that Bind (1)
Armor Upgrade : Swift Skin
Skills: Monkey Agility (0) Bear Bash (1) Tiger Stance (2)
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Talent: Bear Bash
Inventory: Black Brass Horseshoes (Weapon), Leather Straps (Light Armor)
Character Traits : Full of spite and hatred against anyone but herself, she is a strong mare who takes no ordering around from anyone. She was living in her tribe peacefully until the day her no-good husband left to 'make his life better'.
Her quest then began to take him home and possibly punish him.
Name : Shurkral


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Your position in queue: 204820.

Estimed time left: Until Dsty posts his character sheet.

We invite the players to engage in roleplaying with others while waiting in queue.


Name: Estelle
Race: Earth Pony (+Earthly Amiability)
Talent: CM is a Pair of trumpets pointing to a miniature sun (+2 to inspire)
Perks: Fabulous(2/4), All that Glisters(4/4)
Flaws: Phobia(2/4), Weakling(4/4)
Class: Bard Cheapshot(1/5), Inspire(2/5), Heroism(5/5)
Alignment: Lawful Good (Virtuous Sun)
Weapon: Musket w/bayonet attached, dagger
Armor: Ironweave light marchingband uniform complete with band hat and foofy feather top (AtG)
Inventory: Extra powder and shot, food, water, some silk rope, sharpening kit, bedroll
does this work?


"Just get on with it already!"


I dust off my cloak and keep my nose up in the air while remaining quiet.


Phobia to what?



oh shit, Phobia to getting cuts, it would damage her image


You didn't pick an armor upgrade either.


I look around and see those who are online. Appears Im the only dog in this server.



>Ironweave light
is a very nice looking uniform she paid very well for







"This is already terrible."



>Mispelling said name

"Oh yeah? Well I'm having fun!"


"I had fun once. It was awful!"


"What do you two mean about that?" I scratched my head.


"You must have been having the wrong kind of fun then!"


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Name: Estelle
Race: Earth Pony (+Earthly Amiability)
Talent: CM is a Pair of trumpets pointing to a miniature sun (+2 to inspire)
Perks: Fabulous(2/4), All that Glisters(4/4)
Flaws: Phobia(2/4), Weakling(4/4)
Class: Bard Cheapshot(1/5), Inspire(2/5), Heroism(5/5)
Alignment: Lawful Good (Virtuous Sun)
Weapon: Musket w/bayonet attached, dagger
Armor: Marching Uniform + Hat w/Fishnet Stockings
Inventory: Trumpet to inspire, Extra powder and shot, food, water, some silk rope, sharpening kit, bedroll


"Yeah, are you telling me I don't know how to have fun?!"

Don't tell me what to do!


"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm telling you. You're probably boring as heck."

Like I'm going to listen to your rules!
You don't control me!


Your istance is now ready.
Remain in character throughout the duration of the event, so not to break other players' concentration!
Thank you very much for your understanding!

As these words echo in your mind, a blinding light grabs you.
And then smell of hay, hammering of steel and heat of fire surround you.
As you slowly open your eyes, you find yourselves inside a wooden building, and a cobblestone ramp leads upstairs.


"Let's just get this over with so I can find that no-good sack of worthlessness…"

Start making my way upwards.


"Uggh… equines."
I follow the monk upstairs


Fly over the head of that zebra and start ascending those stairs before she does

"Speak for yourself doggy!"


"Oh how fortuitous!"
follow the group up


Also, be sure to accidentally swish my tail in her face a few times


"You testing my temper, sweetie?!"


"Uugghh… like I said, typical equines." I rolled up my eyes.


Ignore her and keep going


"Greetings everyone! I am Estelle! Standing Bard of Canterlot and Survivor of many a Line Fight! What may I call you, fellow compatriots?"


"Ugh… Who asked you to talk?…. The name's Shurkral."


"Pffff, bet you're a lesbian."


Silent and quick, your wings carry you on top of the stairway, where an hallway opens in front of you.
On the walls, weapons and shields of all crafts are stocked up in racks, and a huge furnace, shaped as three pony faces and tall as two diamond dogs stacked one atop the other, is breathing fire in a large, circular chamber.
The rough stone emits a dry sound as your horseshoes climb it. Slowly, you make your way on top of the ramp, only to see shadows turning towards your position, as if agitated.
You are on top of the stairs too.

The shadows quickly jump on the party, and all you can see is beards.
Lots and lots of beards. The nerborute ponies are on top of you, roll for initiative!


I look at her and give her a toothy grin
"Name's Askal, hows your day sweetie?"


"No time for pleasantries I suppose."

Roll #0 8 = 8


"Take this!"
Give them a taste of those horseshoes!

Roll #1 1 = 1


Swing my ethereal sword at them!


Roll #0 4 = 4


"The Glorious and Virtuous Sun did of course! A great many day it has shined over the victories of its followers! A great honor it is to meet you Shurkral!"
"H-how dare you!? I have given my all to the great strength of the Sun! Never in all my years of service and life have I been insulted like this!"
huff and hurry away
"I was going well enough at first."

Roll #0 2 = 2


"Now you're just asking for a beating!"


You don't need to roll for cheapshot at initiative


pocket sand the first mug who gets near

Roll #0 5 = 5


well now…


That's not how it works. You don't have that ability yet, and pocket sand is only a buff on Blind, ability which you don't have.
Wanna change armor upgrade?

The four jump at you, their eyes glowing a soft cyan color, as if made of ice.
Better this way, it means they can't see you blindside them.
With a fast motion you sweep on the left side of the one leading the charge and swiftly hit him on the left side with a double applebuck. He's not yet done for, but is getting there.
The pony facing you doesn't mind them, as he chews on your hoof.
Helpless, and in the mouth of the enemy.
1 wound every turn.
Don't get sidetracked while attacking, pretty face.
The pony going for you has had all the time to dodge your whide swipe, and effectively counterattacks, bucking you near your left wing with his forehooves.
Nobody expects the fishnet stocings.
Even with all your clumsness, you are still able to land a perfect hit that catches one of the ponies right above his windpipe, effectively making him speechless at your performance.



Roll #1 6 = 6


"Hahaha! Not bad bard!"

Slash at the one that just attacked me!

Roll #0 3 = 3


"Now then!"
blow my trumpet and play an inspiring marching tune!

Roll #0 7 + 2 = 9


hide in the shadows, they wont see me coming.

Roll #0 5 + 2 = 7


Well having your other hoof free sure makes things better.
You hit the monster right on his head, and he lets go of the hoof.
He sees right through you.
With another well-timed duck of his head he lets your blade swing whide and pushes you against one of the weapon racks on the side of the hallway.
Save for a few bruises, you don't look too bad..
Is this an elaborate hymn to hay with some personal reinterpretation?
Sure seems to impress your companions.
All their actions will have that little something more.
They won't notice you until you are at a breath away from them.


Bear Bash on it!
"I'll teach you, insolent whelp!"

Roll #1 3 + 2 = 5


turn away from inspiring, and play a heroic tune for Heroism!

Roll #0 1 = 1


"Hahaha… DAMN!"

Leap at him and strike!

Roll #0 2 + 1 = 3


Gut the furry thing that Viperna is attacking.

Roll #0 6 + 1 = 7


Use backstab


"The forges of the North are no place for whimps like you!"
He doesn't even flicker at your hit, just locking eyes with you.
His cold, iced eyes.
Spreading your wings and trying a liftoff amidst all the splinters of wood and steel that have fallen on you is no easy task, and the built buck just looks at you.
Why is he not charging?
Oh right, you were under a weapon rack.
Its content comes crashing down on you, buring you alive.
Helpless, but alive.
A blade to wield, a pony to stab, a shadow to hide in, no armor to protect him…
What could you ever want more?
And with masterful precision you cut the flesh open, exposing a large, gaping wound in the back of the Pony's neck. He then turns around and looks at you, his eyes still as cold as before, but his expression one of rage.
As you try to narrate the most epic tale you know, following the deeds of a certain Nylis the Demon-Hunter, your tounge stumbles on the details of her heroic ball-diving adventure back in fillyhood, and losing track of reality you mss the pony lunging at your neck.
Bad move.
He has sharp teeths, this I can tell you.
Helpless and pinned down.


"OH really?!"

Tiger stance!

Roll #1 2 = 2



Get from under there!

Roll #0 6 = 6


this is not happening! BLOOD!

kick him away and get up!

Roll #0 6 = 6


"HA! I love a challenge!"
Attack him with my trusty cudgel

Roll #0 4 = 4


Wait, isn't Tiger stance like Dual wield so you can reroll or attack twice?

Roll #1 9 = 9


Efforthlessy, he overpowers you and throws you against a fall.
Your back did not just make that sound, right?
Flailing your hooves wildly is always the answer.
Today, this technique saves you once more as the… Pony sees himself forced to let go of your neck and slowly back down to avoid any more unwanted high-force cuddles.
Your phobia has been activated, roll for Mental sanity.
"You honorless VERMIN! Attacking from behind, is this your challange?"
He spits on you.
And as you wipe the shame from your face, he has at you with all of his strenght.
Lucky for you the armor keeps you cozy.
No, is like magic bolt, roll once to attack twice.


You quikly dig yourself out of the mass of weapons and splinters, your assaultant now busy with Askal.



Oh no he didn't…

Go back and use Bear Bash!
Imagine that I'm beating my worthless husband!

Roll #1 3 + 2 = 5



Roll #0 6 = 6


Heal on the most wounded looking party member

Roll #0 4 + 2 = 6


This dawg is putting up a fight. Let the equines handle the situation time to put another large gash on that enemy of ours.

Roll #0 7 + 2 = 9


Your worthless husband is not impressed. He doesn't even flincher as you hit him again and again.
And then, he slaps you.
"I expected better of you!"
Yeah, those are his stripes allright…
Get an hold of yourself you big whimp! Look, the cleric is even healing you!
Close call, the bearded pony came so close to you that only your damn good knoledge of the body could keep the spell from slipping away and harming Estelle, whose wounds quickly close as her screaming subdues.
You slip away again, sizing up the three ponies left.
Two of them are heavily wounded and won't stand for long.


I should bed very soon
Hit the one that hurt me earlier with my ethereal sword!

Roll #0 8 = 8


Backstab the one who attacked me.

Roll #0 8 = 8


"T-thank you Cleric! Your assistance shall not go unrewarded! The Sun makes sure of this!"
Full Heroism, no crit failures

Roll #0 5 = 5




Cutting clean on his unarmored chest your blade cuts him clean, leaving no blood on the outside as a terrible expression of pain claims his face.
"Damn… Sorcery!"
Blood runs out of his grinned teeth.
Once more your blade finds its way into the tender flash of the unarmored pony, cutting deeper into the old wound on the back of his neck and slicing his head right off his shoulders.
What you doing gurl? Calm your ass down and think about it. This whole turn.
Good thing the only Pony left is too busy to care for you.


"uhh, right!"
take out my musket, load, aim, and then fire it at the last standing enemy!

Roll #0 9 = 9


"Haha! You're bleeding now buddy!"

Stab him!

Roll #0 5 = 5


"Ohoho! Cant use your head now can you?"
I look at the last standing enemy, seeing that the ponies are really having a hard time, I join in the fray and put my cudgel to where it belong.
To the skull of an enemy of course just stating the obvious.

Roll #0 4 = 4


Right on spot, your shot finds its way towards the back of the head of the pony.
Ignoring the rage and frustration in his eyes, ignoring the red foam and insults coming out of his mouth, the lead is mercilles and timely.
Doesn't care if you are young or old, weak or strong.
The lead is the real monster, not you. Don't worry.
His head is now in a million pieces all over Viperna's face and chest.
What was said above.
Roll to sanity check.
No more enemies to stab, buddy. Better luck next time. By the way, walking on one pawn is a perfect way to fall flat on your face.


"Mother of god! Could you use a less powerful attack next time!? You got blood all over me and my cape!"

Roll #0 6 + 1 = 7


Lie there for a moment. I remember the days long past, the sky..

Oh shut it with this bull, stand up like a true dog.

And check them flanks if they are hurt.


uhh, look for something for her to get the blood off?

Roll #0 4 = 4


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