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Slowly, gently, a tremor running through your body – you lean in. It feels so surreal. The air seems to be made of cotton - your whole body is numb, like a dream. You feel like you've been in the motion of leaning forward for several minutes when suddenly your sense of balance goes and you plant your face on the bed. Opening your eyes, you see you were a little too far to the side, and missed. At least your mouth didn't end up anywhere embarrassing. Strictures kisses your forehead as you lay there, red-faced.

Just when it seems the furnace is hot enough to make a decent bath, your door suddenly swings open, interrupting your moment. One of the Inquisitors you met earlier barges in out of the rain, shutting the storm out with a slam of the door.

"We've found the source."

Stricture, not missing a beat, replies: "That was fast."

"It's closer than we thought. Somewhere on the southern half of Dandelion Island."

You went into the military wing and into a basement store room - with nothing but some crates, a lit sconce, and a little bell. You rang the bell.

At first, nothing. Then, bricks in front of you rippling like water, a blue pony with a green mane sticks his head out through the apparently-not-solid wall. He has tired eyes.
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''From… The Heart? What?''
Suddenly the voice of Steve rings in my mind again, him talking about brain, heart and dick…


"No, they uh… made me a soprano. That was a long time ago, though, my voice is definitely deeper now."

It isn't.


Truly they are the three things that motivate great creations!

"Yeah, you feel it! It's not just chemistry!"


''I don't believe you'' Cross my arms
''You know what, let me try, I'll make a gelatin just as good as yours

…Though now that I think of it, cooking IS just chemistry, you combine ingredients in portions and prepare them, put them in different temperatures until you get a satisfying result. Cooking IS just a kind of science!


"Well, if you'd like, I could help you practice your voice so it doesn't sound gravelly? I mean, as it is they might think you have a cold, so…"
I'll avert my eyes for a moment.
"So it wouldn't hurt to practice a more 'naturally you' voice. I mean, if you want to."
Cough a little.
"It would, uh, give us a reason to have some time to ourselves during the trip."

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The first thread, in which the GM is nervous

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"I know, I just helped kill a guy with one." He says, agitated because he still has the bullet hole.



"You found it? Nice, lemme just saaunter on out."

All In says, taking a cup of filled with bits and emptying them into his satchel. Walking away from a slot machine he was playing,

"Hope it wasn't too much trouble."

>Timeskip intensifies

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"It was 200 bits."



"That sounds right to me," Aphelion nods.


In nods,

"200 each sounds about right, was gonna have the knights split it, but I've been lucky at the slots, so here ya are."

He hands a sack of coins to Aphelion,

"Split it amongst yourselves. I've got to find someone who details boats."

rip my motivation

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You spent weeks studying
Learning about the way of the mystic
Perfecting your magical abilities at the Canterlot Academy of the arcane arts for the magically endowed
All you had to worry about was the bell, your homework, and grades
But an accident made your life take a turn you were not prepared for
You were transported back in time to a simpler age, and to return, you will have to use everything you learned, and more…
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You see her beak curling into a grin ''Just admit it, I'm a natural, much more than you even'' She picks her bone wand and waves it around ''You know sometimes I even thought that I could make a great witch when I was a kid. Doing whatever I wanted with my powers… HAH!'' She lunges foward with her wand…

And nothing happens


I face hoof.
"Don't you listen? They said not to use magic here, probably because they are already using a lot of magic to keep this forest so green."


She straightens up, neck and face feathers poofed in embarassment ''R-right, I knew that! I was only pretending to cast, goodness, you think I am stupid?''
She puts away her wand and clears her throat, reverting back to serious Garzha again

Doesn't take long until you see a clearing ahead, it must be the village no doubt


No where to go but forward.
"But, you are pretty good." I giggle at her.


She smiles with confidence ''O-of course I am, and soon I will be even greater, heh…''

As you pass by some more trees, you see it. A big gathering of simple wooden houses and shacks among the trees, either on the ground or built on the branches, connected by bridges and stairs. It is quite the sight, but something is lacking… There are no deer anywhere running around or prancing or little kid deers playing. It is deserted, making the cheerful place just a bit omnious
Before you take another step however…
''There you are'' You hear a raspy, mature voice and see a tall buck approach you. He is a male, and is quite tall, even more than Garzha and wears some kind of tunic ''Come, the Elder waits'' he says, looking down at both you and Garzha

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Chapter XIII: A Terrible Storm Gathers

Princessland has, if nothing else, plenty of buildings. Perhaps some description is in order. The larder is hosted out of the great dining hall, which could easily host 1,000 guests at once. The diningware is polished stone, and modest drapes add some color to the grey tones of the stone walls in this chamber. Long wooden tables in the light tones of banana palm seem more ornamental than sturdy, but the long, stalwart yew benches at their feet are terraced with steel rings on which to hook chains.

To find your way around Princessland, it is ironically probably not best to turn to the Office of Holy Information, which in this case is information in a more general sense, and rather consult the local priesthood. You might try the secretaries at the Office of the Abbot, or for a less formal session, consult the groundskeeper at his house apart.

Grey told you that chasing graves seems crazy. Now that breakfast is settled, you have nothing but the road ahead of you… do you want to ask anyone to come with you besides Sitar?

Maybe the other mercenaries, like George or Emrille, or even Lacy might come. On the other hand, they might have their own business.

Another day, another posh suite. If nothing else, the Belle family is well off. Lilly may want help - or perhaps you could follow up on that lead with Bran. Apparently Selena and her daughters got in last night. Or maybe George has interesting stuff going on. Plenty to investigate.
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"I'll just buy like… three of them."


Aira just blushes.

Aria remarks: "It's kind of hard to believe that this Jolly Roger was a friend of this Vizier."

You could take the ladder down, open it, and take the ladder up. But your method works too – you raise the water all the way to level with the second tier (base of the ship) and dive underwater to open the sea brace.

The water, which is now level with the sea, equalizes in pressure and the doors gently swing open.

"I only wish all my ransoms could be fit inside my satchel so easily."

Water… it's still fresh and delicious. You gulp it down quickly.

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My plan all along. Things get lighter underwater, after all.


"Is this what you do all the time? Taking ponies for ransom?" I question back at her.


"Your father always had a knack for getting on ponies' good side."

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JustPretending Productions presents

Tales of Breezie Hollow
Adventure 2: The Incredible Journey


Wf as Fairweather
Andelia as Pattern Pitch
Sion as Everyone Else

And introducing

Nopony as Co-GM

Rated B for Breezie
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"well, I can't promise that, but I can ask about it."
"What's your name little breezy?"


"There are animals to take care of everywhere in the forest - many settlements don't have the resources the Hollow does and have no one at all to care for their animals. So no matter what, you're choosing some animal lives over others. You just don't see those other ones you're functionally abandoning on a daily basis."


He grins.
"You really love to argue, don't you?"



"How bizarre. If I agree with you, am I not, ipso facto producing evidence of the opposite, and visa versa?


"When you talk like that, I find it hard to believe you're a bush breezie, you know. Is there some kind of Forest University?"


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You have been gathered together for one reason. The royal army has hired you for a black operations mission to rid a gang of Minotaurs. They have been capturing all sorts of rare species from across the seas, only now have they settled down to train and weaponize these beasts… possibly to sell it to a warmonger.

As long as you keep quiet about your mercenary work for the Royal Army and kill the captain leading these pirates. Other than these conditions, you may work how you proceed.

Which of you have been chosen for this job?
>Post them Sheets!
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"Fuck you, your mother was a cow and your dad's a steak."

Urchin says, cutting his losses and taking the hit.

>No action, unless there's something i could do to reduce the damage


roll to insult [1d10]

Roll #1 1 = 1



You see one of the four suddenly leaps from the startling sound you create, accidentally tripping and knocking over the guard in front, causing a domino effect on the rest. After getting up they begin to yell and argue amongst one another and even begin beating the shit out of each other with fists.

>Pirates will be distracted for 3 turns fighting one another.

Your wide arc misses, bringing you open for an attack as the maul swings down to knock you to the ground.

>Helpless, 0/4

With the distraction of the sucker punch, you're unable to catch the next bash to your face with his other fist. "SIT DOWN!" He shouts, causing you to fall over to the ground.
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Thanks for ruinning it!


running, my bad

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After working as a Weather Patrol pony for the Cloudsdale Weather Factory, you got both good and bad news - while you got accepted to the Wonderbolts, your father, who relies on you taking up the director position of the Factory, fell sick.

Time is running out before you have to leave to the Wonderbolts boot camp.
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"At least we'd know that you are healthy."
He snickers.


"Oh wow, thanks. You're so considerate."


"Hey, while we are at that… I don't suppose you can get use some saucy rumors about all the up and coming wananbe wonderbolts?"


"You asking me to spy on my fellows, Milky?"
Eye him critically.


He clears his throat.
"Technically, saucy rumors are not considered espionage ever since the Pranking Act of Celestia is in effect since a few years back."

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Time to get our groove on and get this party rollin'! Post your sheets!
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"Then you're not of my concern."


''I hope that is a good thing, or a 'relative' thing, like you said''


"Any aid you can provide is most appreciated," he replies to Rosa.

He thinks for a moment before answering her question. "We are doing so as part of a great task we have been given by the different tribal leaders of this land. By felling the colossi, we gain their trust and can claim their sacred tokens. By uniting them, the Emon believes the deep fog plaguing this place can be lifted, and this land freed of its terrible curse. A great onus, to be sure, but it is something that must be done."

He yelps involuntarily and his fur bristles as he quickly spits the fruit out, immediately regretting his decision. He painfully digs around his mouth, pulling the spines out one by one before washing the taste of blood out of his mouth with his canteen.

"It's… It's nothing," he assures Maali, spitting out a few spines. "This one has not suffered any serious harm." He tries to smile, but he winces as his mouth still smarts.


The deer frowns ''I will make a nice cool juice to calm the pain in your mouth after our battle then. Do not worry, when I was little, I made the same mistake'' He chuckles


As you all walk and talk to distract yourselves from the heat, you feel a sense of rising dread as you let the thoughts of the previous fight sit at the back of your heads.

Widowmaker however has yet to see the power of these beasts or even the close calls some of you have had. Even the shocking realization of Astra's once so called "all mighty ancient." falling to their power. Perhaps… He too will see soon enough.

Time passes, paws and hooves begin to grow sore. In the distance you all now see a large crystal jutting out of the ground… however there are no shadow beasts to defend it much like before.

To Succinite, this looks like a pretty cool yet strange landmark out in the middle of nowhere.

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Trouble is always on the rise, and it is in the hooves of those who can to seek and stem it.
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It might work on the weak underlings, but definitely not on this 'boss' imp, as your notes would say.
If they hide during the day though, that might mean they have a hideout for it and only come out at night, which might be your best bet.


Then I have to leave. I'll stay outside the house a little before going back to my room to rest and prepare. And making sure nothing follows me, of course.


You quickly clear away.
You are somewhat sure nothing followed, at least.

Going to sleep is a bit of a trouble after what you've just seen, but you can manage.
You wake to the roosting of crows in the morning.


Go over my notes on imps. How to root out their nest and weaken the boss enough to destroy, or better yet, capture. Then I'll pay Pea another visit.


You're not very well versed on them, but your notes seem to suggest that they can only be tethered to the realm of Equestria either by a summoner or some sort of demon-gate.
Capturing one is next to impossible unless you are well versed in demonic magic.

There is no response to your knocks.

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"What you mean no?
That's your fockin' job!"

The warm light of tallow candles bathes over the scene.
Three Earthies, townsfolks, now circling around one much taller gray maned unicorn in what you and everypony here can at a glance tell to be very expensive armor.
They are having a shouting match before the counter of this shallow-roofed inn, cramped walls pressing them close against each other. None of them seems happy in the least.

"I said no. The coin is not right. You can find someone else for the job. Now get out of my way."

With naught but his walk, the unicorn shoves one of the peasants aside, making him fall on his ass, as he leaves the door. Mean gazes from the crowd follow him cut the corner onto the broken down, muddy road cutting through this two-houses village like a snake, as a chill evening wind hisses through the door.

But even peasants are not fools, and sacking the insult, the three sit back at their table. Just like that, silence comes back to the inn.

You on the other hand, are stuck. Almost out of money, with a letter burning inside your pocket. A letter which just has to make it to the capital.
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I may be down, but my spirits aren't!
Attack from the ground!
The passive of possessed, remember?

Roll #1 1 = 1


'1d10' I will simply try again, a more soothing song about swimming. inspire

Roll #1 10 = 10


The baroness' ghost holds sway over them… They are withering in pain, unable to attack their own. And through the deal, that pain is yours to bear.
Understanding its pain, making yours the wails of the dead, you are able to sing the song of Hope which denies the fear in everyone's heart.
Dyrah is now up and you both get +2 to your next action.

Sedeli 5/5
Dyrah 6/4
Burning Mare ??/??



I change the tempo to a faster pace, trying to wear the ghost down by tricking it into moving too fast, like a pony used to a jig.
'1d10+4' terrify.

Roll #1 8 + 4 = 12


Time to pacify the ghost with my staff!
Hitting it hard!

Roll #1 3 + 2 = 5

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