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 No.668001[Reply]

A cloaked figure trudges along the snow laden path as he eyes the walled settlement upon the hill…

Another day I walk this land, the wood buildings built upon stone foundations, Greater cities existed before this very spot and an even greater one will be built after this one is burned to ash and scattered to the wind. I hope that there is a warm place to lay my head…

 No.668005

>>668001
I know we're using S10, but is there anything apart from standard creation rules we should be aware of?

 No.668006

>>668005
No, You can just create your character.

 No.689946

I'm here guys.



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 No.688652[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Another one of London's famous fogs covers the streets as Edward Sullivan makes his way to the George's Court Pub. The streets are bustling with scruffy laborers carrying equipment and stone, while the housewives are going from store to store haggling for whatever food they can get. On the street there's an old filthy man with only one leg begging.

A certain uneasiness has fallen over the greatest city in the world after the war. While the Great War ended in victory, the effects are still felt in daily life.

As you open the door, Edward steps from the fog outside to the smog of cigarettes and pipes. Old men are drinking a pint while playing cards and a red haired with a voluptuous figure keeps the ale flowing.

At the table in the corner, Edward sees the figure he's looking for. An older man with a white beard dressed in a costume that must have been top of the line ten years ago.
He's accompanied by another man…

Perhaps you both could briefly describe how you look and introduce yourself.
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>>689719
He says he's looking forward to reading it.

 No.689721

>>689718
"Write some articles, but not sure… hat about you?"

 No.689722

>>689721
"Going home, back to Cairo."

 No.689723

>>689722
"What are you planning to do there?"

 No.689724

End of the adventure



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 No.689413[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Titans used to speak your name with fear, oh how quick time passes. Upon a gentle wind do the wonders of newer heroes get carried, so far and wide have they replaced your works. The life of an adventurer-retired is peaceful, tranquil, and well afforded. Such is the tradeoff for not dying with no one to mourn your passing. Unfortunately, this cannot continue as a threat unknown to these generations arises. Out here by shoreline of the Equestrian provinces there’s little need for any sell sword for civilized ponies, so when idle gossip and caravan word picks up about approaching danger it’s time to worry.

It is morning and a familiar bonnet wearing mare is politely knocking on your door, Ms. Carrot Juice.
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 No.689528

>>689527
Silver Lane lands next to you, burnt with her cooked mane jutting behind.

"Got a few good scars out of this, but we'll live. Oh I want to explode, we just stood hoof to hoof against your old foe! THINK OF THE LEGEND!! WHOOO!"

 No.689529

>>689528
"I'm thinking more of the cleanup. And the fact I don't have to relocate my house."
Chuckle a bit.
"But try to leave me out of this story, if you can? My time in the spotlight is long over."

 No.689530

>>689529
"Yea that retired life looked like a boon from here! Hahah, you know that someone will include you in this story even if we don't. Right? Anyway, we're gonna stay around to see if someone'll pay for this. You're welcome to sit and tell us stories if you want! That house ain't going nowhere."

It's around afternoon as the dome disintegrates and several more groups of adventurers come wandering in.

 No.689531

>>689530
"Well, what did you want to hear about? If you've been following me since the Wendigo, you probably know most of them."
I should probably make sure no one touches it. Last thing we need is for all our work to get undone because of one touchy chronomancer.
If nothing else, I can hire one of these groups to act as guards until the experts from Canterlot make it out here.

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>>689531
Hearing stories not just about your successes, but about the preparations in between-adventures made this group's day. With several other groups stationed nearby, guarding this self-made tomb wasn't difficult. A small processing unit from the Provincial capital teleported in, haphazardly touched the materials to everyone's horror, and concluded that there were no life signs coming from Star Whisper here. The trip home, like any trip this far from the border, is quiet. Peaceful, glowing myconids standing as tall as your leg dot the wilderness. The day after is a sore affair made easier with magic, seeing that Carrot Juice's friends have time to wisen up upon listening in on Silver Lane's heroic deeds against the "Whispering Star," informing lumber yards and cleanup employment of damage done, and undoing all the wards with a clear mind.

After this things were quiet again, and a week later a familiar bonnet-wearing pony knocks politely on your door.



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 No.685493[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Statues, flowers trees and more!
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 No.689125

>>689124
You surface with a gasp, drawing in some of that much needed oxygen. The stormy sea can hardly be called calm, but you spot her, quickly grabbing her before she sinks.
You see a strange glow around your body, and it feels much lighter…
Someone from the ship got both of you!

 No.689126

>>689125
"The egg! What happened to the egg?" I shout franticly in my low oxygen confusion.

 No.689127

>>689126
"She's got it!"
The unicorn says, and you can see that Justine is clutching it, being pulled out of the sea by some fellow crewmates.
The captain is laid out onto the deck, coughing up water mixed with blood, but you hear the cracking of bones as the last of the empowerment leaves her statue, righting her body again.
She stays down too, unconcious.

 No.689128

>>689127
"Good.. we might make it out alive.." gaze up at the storm a moment as i go to make sure the ladies didn't drown.

 No.689129

>>689128
You see both of them are fine.
…maybe not fine. Far from fine, actually. But they are alive.
You are alive.

That's the last thought before you fall unconcious from the strain.



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 No.683231[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

This is a sci fi game using FEMTO. Information on it can be found here: http://pastebin.com/pf0hnWFi
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 No.688189

>>688185
She cowers slightly, but then meekly nods and disappears through a door. After a minute or two, she returns with a familiar orange cylindrical bottle. "H-here you go, ma'am."


>>688187
Scrum thinks for a moment. "Hm. Well, I'm no engineer, nor a fighter, but I can pilot a ship just fine. 'Specially the Moonstruck. Know all the secret compartments that Redgrave weren't able to find. Plus, I'd say I'm well connected. I know people what know people, y'know? Can get you into places, get favors from friends of friends." He takes a final swig of his gin and tonic. "Can cook pretty well too, with the right stuff." He shrugs.

>>688188
>>688187
A panel opens on the robot, and a third appendage hands you both a small data pad. From the lunch menu, you can choose from the following:
>Caesar salad
>Fruit salad
>Chicken, beef, lamb or vegetarian burger
>Beef rump with mashed potatoes
>Chicken salad
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 No.688192

test post please ignore

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 No.688326

Guys, I am unable to turn on my pc and my default phone net is barely working, to the point where this site loads ~15 min. At least the former was not an issue until today. Can't really play like this, sorry.

 No.688330

>>688326
Got it, will run in the new thread next week.

>>688329
>>688329
>>688329



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 No.686974[Reply]

The colthunt to find the cursed young zebra who is responsible for the heavy snowfall and ice covering everything around the once thriving zebra coastal city.
Unfortunately, this meant that Curry had to rush to Felfire and the colt and his uncle, heading off through the barren, icy wastes to find the witch doctor responsible.

The journey was hard and unforgiving, but the cave where she dwells was found eventually.
Unfortunately, the cold outside did not leave any room for leaving anyone outside to wait, which turned out to be lucky once the evil enchantress has turned up.
By all accounts, she was more monster than pony or zebra at this point, only voodoo magic keeping her undead form from revealing itself.
However, the power of Felfire's dagger has sapped those necromantic energies and absorbed it, leaving the undead hag to die after the battle with Curry.
The colt, excitedly, rushed outside, only to dejectedly see that the death of the witch has not lifted the curse and the cold was still to persist. His uncle told him it is alright, embracing him in a hug as he said how sorry he was. No one even saw him pull the blade he sunk into the heart of the child, quickly turning it onto his own throat right afterwards.
Still, as Felfire rushed to his side and even as his blood colored the snow around him red, he smiled as the super-imposed cutie mark faded and he saw the snowflakes from the sky disappear. The last one to have fallen landed on his muzzle as he closed his eyes and breathed his last.
However, the dagger stirred with power. It whispered in unspeakable tongues to Felfire, telling her she can atone for every sin and make everything alright. The dark magic left no room for arguments, coursing outwards from the artifact into an eldritch flash.
Once the magic subsided, the colt coughed and breathed again. Felfire felt as if a great weight has been lifted from her soul and the dagger has fallen silent… still, she could not bring herself to get rid of it, her very body aching any time it got too far away from her even in it's dormant state.
All of this obviously made the walk back rather awkward, and the colt, despite all odds, managed to be happy with his entire family gone, knowing he can start anew.
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 No.687769

>>687768
I'll bow my head.
"In your service, now and forever."

 No.687770

>>687769
Luna spreads her wings, floating upwards a bit, and you see your mother approach, her horn glowing.
"Present thine horn, Curry."

 No.687771

>>687770
Raise my horn into position.

 No.687772

>>687771
She leans hers close until they almost touch, the blue glow from hers spreading over to you…
The glow of her magic turns a pale white, like the butterlfy wings…

While you feel your own magic to be bolstered, and you feel it inside your heart and soul…
You… did it, you became the Guardian of the Moon!
You inherited a part of Princess Luna's magic!
Not only that, but your horn now glows the same soothing blue as hers, not of your own!

 No.687773

>>687772
I'll feel a surge of pride for a moment, but I can't let that run out of control. I'll smile, though.
Once I'm sure that part of the ritual's over, I'll raise my head.



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 No.684981[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

When we last left our hero and her tagalong courier and sharpshooter, they narrowly avoided a class of young donkeys being taken by pregnant mother jenny to visit the minority shrines. Here, the lords of Abeardeen permit the jennies to continue their worship of whatever faith they had before coming to this place. The largest and most active shrine was for Celestia, but they have shrines for all the major pantheons, even a cobweb-covered, ill-tended one for the Doggic Pantheon, which Klava, your sapper, snorts at.

Your options are clear: brave the crypt which no doubt is filled with ghosts of heroes' past, or go above and sneak through the dairy refinery. One way or the other, you've got to get to the skull keep of Abeardeen Fortress.

You know from your scouting that the jenny Cation lives up near the top of it, who was a smalltime performer before, but she rapidly shot up in the world with the smaller audience pool and became an 'idol' - a very popular performer. You were hoping to convince her to put on a show, which would distract all the donkeys so you could sneak out Adel.
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 No.687275

>>687274
He gives you another squeeze. "It's okay to tell me those things, okay? I want to be here for you. Out there on adventures, I was no good at that stuff, but I've been noble for all my life. These things are more manageable to me than deer cults controlling the weather or demons infesting a shrine. So… talk to me, alright?"

 No.687276

>>687275
Sniffle again, and then giggle a bit.
"Okay. But just so you know, I have got a lot of questions about courtly manners. And how I'm going to politely ask the chefs to rein it in a little, otherwise I'll never fit in the aisle, let alone the dress."
Smile a little weakly, gripping his hoof softly.
"Do you think, maybe tonight after dinner, we can have a nice talk, just the two of us? We could walk around the garden for a while, or find a nice spot to sit and chat. That'd be good, right?"

 No.687454

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>>687276
Taking out his tape, he urges you up against the wall, "Marina, there's no dress I can't make bigger, and what kind of fiance would I be if I cared what you looked like?"

He wraps the measure around your belly, "You've already looked past so much for me – don't you know I've always done the same? I want you to be happy. You're never going to look like they want you to, because you're always going to have fins and lunar jewelry. So don't worry about the dress. I will make it fit you. And tomorrow, instead of princess luncheons, why don't I take you to meet my friends instead?"

It's quite a shift from before. Being the daughter of Mera, you always had to be strong - be the one for others to lean on. It only felt natural to have to support Cumin in all his weaknesses and imperfections. But now that you're in a life totally alien, it's a relief to have someone you can trust to lean on too.

 No.687455

>>687454
"I… I'd like that."
Smile a little, though I'll inwardly wince at the amount of tape he's spooling out to get around my stomach. When did I get so huge? This just means that, after the ceremony, I'll have to start burning off this gut. Knowing I can count on Cumin like this really puts me at ease, and even though the events of earlier still sting, it's so much less now.
"Still, I really have to ask how you got so good as a tailor! When did you find the time to practice?"

 No.687456

>>687455
"Well, I was going to have to admit to who my friends were some time before tomorrow anyway…"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M0RNeyjmaE0

The next day, Cumin would take you to meet the "sewing circle" he was a part of here in Manehatten before moving to Autumnsreach. Amongst them, Stella, the dressmaker you met at the great shopping center the first time you visited. It's a relief to be away from judging eyes and meeting ponies who aren't there because of any obligations. You had asked Cumin, previously, for lessons in sewing – and it's a fun activity to bond over, but you quickly turn up hopeless at it. It's one thing to navigate utensils with practice, but the needles are just too small.

As the days passed, it became easier to cast off the expectations of appearances and princesshood. With Cumin at your side, you visited Baldric's fishing pond, and cast off your fancy dress to go for a swim! The three of you laughed as you broke the water with a huge mackerel in tow. Feeling like home again already.

Days swimming by, the two of you spending more and more hours together, invitations out across the sea and many returned. This new life, of forgetting everyone else's expectations and focusing on just your love, seemed so idyllic and peaceful. Perfect. Until one last letter arrived. One that demands appearances and acting. The kind that shrinks your pupils and rocks you to the core, and makes you lean on those close to you.

RSVP for one

Eternal God-Empress of Equestria, Defender of Prance, Germany, Great Bridle, Poneland, Lethuania, Snowborder, Crystalheart, Grand Duchess of Everfree, Overlord of Witherloo, Holy Successor to the Imperial Throne of Trotantium, True Ruler-In-Absentia of Colonial Dixie, Chief Claimant to Cabelleria, Defender of the Faithful, the Redeemer, the Light of Dawn, Princess Celestia


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 No.686385[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Using this thread for one-shots and for testing out new things.
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 No.687305

>>687302
>"…Later, I shall prepare sundaes for three, after your training session."

Upon hearing these words, he yells "BLESS" with his hooves together in the air, him still lying down.

>>687304
>He sighs, then smiles, "Shows me! I should have never even thought to doubt the Rushin' master mind, am I right?"

"Hey, I think, like, at least 30% was my awesome performance. I should get an Trotscar."

>He offers a hoof to help Slippy up, "Man, got to say, I don't envy the burden you carry dude."


He takes his hoof and gets right back up.

"Ah, well, it's a burden somep0ny's gotta carry, man."
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 No.687306

>>687304
>>687305
"The restaurant, asshole! The restaurant that you wrecked when you came to get me? You're covering the costs before we go anywhere else, or I'll bite you so hard that you won't be able to use Aura for anything except that hairdo."

 No.687307

>>687305
Rushin' nods, "Eh, I guess I do have to give you SOME of the credit, you really did help sell that performance. Good work man."

He smiles, "I just want MOST oft he credit that's all. Hehehehe."

"Oh, also: buying you horseshoes."

>>687306
Rushin' hisses, "Oooooo…. riiiiiight… th-that. Heh."

He gulps, then looks at his bag, "Eeeeh… well, that wasn't THAT bad what we pulled in there, that should hardly make a dent in this. Alright, I'll go get the money to the restaurant owners first thing then. And then after…..?" He smiles hopefully.

 No.687308

>>687307
"…Good work man."

"You too, dude. I gotta admit, you were the man with the plan, man."

>"I just want MOST oft he credit that's all. Hehehehe."


"Sure, you can have that if I can have most of the ice cream, how 'bout that."

>"Oh, also: buying you horseshoes."


"Ugh."

>>687306
>"…or I'll bite you so hard that you won't be able to use Aura for anything except that hairdo."
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 No.687309

>>687307
"Maybe," she says, trotting along ahead to drag you to the restaurant.

>>687308
"Then keep moving and don't stop until we fix that restaurant up," Gaoxing orders.

Eventually, you returned to the hotel, where the robo butler served you all grilled cheeses and sundaes, as well as served as a sparring partner for training Aura. Eventually, he revealed that he realized partway through what was truly going on, but had always believed that Haietlik deserved a good thrashing now and then to keep him in check, and thus went along with things. Indeed, even though his mother would let him out of jail shortly, Haietlik's birthday was surely ruined– as Gaoxing and the butler believed he deserved. Over time, Las Pegasus became a slightly better place, and Haietlik's rampant crimes dwindled until he was hardly heard from again.

>The end



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 No.673867[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

It's a routine thing for you now, isn't it?
To be on the road, or at sea, looking for something new.

Well, you're in luck. There's a whole new continent out there for you. Even for you, it's a good chance to start anew. There's no established order, very little in the ways of cities, and a whole lot of folks who wouldn't want it any other way.

But all that depends on a very simple thing: Making it there alive.
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 No.682058

>>682057
"Ah yes. I think this is the chest we were looking for! We should bring it up and show it to the captain."
Wave with the quill at the chest with the fake bottom, without leaving my sitting position. Gauge for reaction in our guests.

 No.682059

>>682058
The two passengers' ears shoot up, only come back down and breathe deeply out of relief. They go back to digging around.

"Really? I wasn't told about any search? What's in it?"

 No.682060

>>682059
"As I said. Things the captain asked."

Whisper to Ezel.
-Things these ponies want. Things salvaged last night-

 No.682061

>>682060
"Well, it's not like I can be involved in everything." He nods and stamps his hoof two times. Looks like the Gryphon got the message.

[PAUSE]

 No.686626

>>682061
>>682060
The Gryphon nods and comes to claim the baggage. He goes through a log book and marks off on it.

"At least bring back the case, okay? Makes things easier on the hay counters." The Gryphon guard says, much more attentive to the other ponies than he was originally. "So don't throw it overboard." He whispers as he gives you the luggage.

"Let's take this to the Officer's room." Ezel says. "Unless you got a better idea?"



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 No.685584[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Migrating here from 4Connection Error for tonight's game

Continue RP as you will
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 No.685683

>>685678
The remaining combatants (a wolf, the black jaguar, and the boa constrictor) all leap and miss the wolf as he charges past them to you, leading himself right into your trap as Triple M gives you first Tetra match the go out it deserves. You pick up the wolf in your hooves effortlessly now that you're angry, and break its back like the bat as it gives out a final, whimpered cry, the wolf knocking on death's door already as you put it on the ground, and then snap it the other way. The other animals all cringe loudly as you deliver the killing blow, looking at the shouting unicorn with confusion as their ears fold back from the noise.

The boa constrictor slithers over to the wolf's body, and once more you see the odd phenomena of the marble forming near its mouth after it passes on. The lead jaguar sighs. "It is done… they were dead long before they started this fight. May their fortune in the next life be far better."

>>685677
The grey wolf that helps you up takes another look at you, seemingly bewildered. He moves around you in a circle as you get up out of the car, ears flickering as he observes you. "You really are a pony… hahaha… hahahaha! I don't believe! Thank the Four, did you come here to help us? Do you know the Princess? Are you…" he eagerly gets in your face before you hear another snarl.

"Slider, that's enough." The lead jaguar calls back from the front where Pain Train finished off the last wolf. He turns to you. "Forgive him, he's… WE'RE not used to seeing so many of you at once."

>>685680
After Pain Train finishes off the last wolf, you are met with peculiar stares by the remaining number of the troupe. The wolf and boa closes to you turn their heads, both keeping their distance as the boa mentions, backing off slowly, "Is this one… a ghost? I don't think the Princess ever mentioned any of the Twelve were ghosts."
The wolf leers at you from the same distance as the snake, though his face seemingly more curious than his companion. "Well, I heard a story there IS a dead one but, I don't think this one is her. Definitely odd" The wolf stares to step a little closer, sniffing at you, Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.685684

>>685683
"Boy you sure would get a kick out of coming to where we're from, I imagine. I don't know any princess, myself, just ponies with that for a name. I hardly know anyone else here, so I'll only be able to tell you what I know."

"My name's Fixer Heater, I'm a maintenance and repair expert who knows a fair bit of magic."

 No.685685

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>>685683

>Margin leaves the vehicle and goes to Pain, nudging him in the side. Pain winces as Margin speaks to him in a hushed tone,

>"Hell of a first match, huh chief?"
"No one told me we were fighting wild animals."
>"No one told me either. Tough break. You pulled through though.
"Suppose so."
>"Now look at the folks around here. Certainly haven't pitched you to talking animals before."
"Of all the ponies, you're the one who can pull it off."
>"You're damn right about that, Pain. Go look intimidating for me."

Pain unwraps his bloodied hoofwraps and wraps it around his most apparent, bleeding injuries, hissing through his teeth.
>Meanwhile, Market Margin goes to confront the talking animals,

"You want to know who we are? Let me tell you about the greatest fighter ever to live, the SINGLE MOST adored combatant ever to grace EQUESTRIA. That's right, that donkey right there is no other than the infallible PAAAAAAAAIN TRAIN, World Championship ETF Fighter and holder of the Saddlemania Championship Belt for over a year."
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 No.685903

>>685683
Alexis continues trying to slow her breathing [more out of habit then actual need for air] after having her leg chewed up. She looks at the animals nervously as they talk about her being a ghost, backing up as the wolf sniffs at her.

"T-talking-"
"Talking animals." she says inbetween breaths.
>>685683
"There's a jaguar. *breathbreath* and he's talking to me." Alexis says, backing up against a tree, bare hoof sticking just slightly in the damp mud at its base.

 No.685904

>>685683
As Aether feels something prodding her muzzle, her head tilts a little, not resisting the external force. She's still breathing and hums out a quiet "Mmm…", but other than that she's motionless. It looks like she's still recovering from that eventful experience.



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