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 No.341853[Reply]

Basics:
Simply put the number of dice you would like to roll followed by a "d" and then add how many sides you want each die to have. Post rolling requires this in 'quotes' or [Square brackets], and nothing is needed for email rolls.

Email Field Rolling:
You can roll one set of dice from the email field
i.e.
2d20 in the email field will roll 2 20 sided dice

In Post Rolling:
You can roll up to 5 sets of dice from the post field, each set of dice can contain a different number of dice and a different number of sides.
Rolls can be placed anywhere in the post, they must be put in single 'quotes' or [Square brackets]. You can roll up to 6 sets of dice total
i.e.
'3d30' will roll 3 30 sided dice.
[5d10] will roll 5 10 sided dice.

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Last time on PirateQuest…

Thessaly's (unintentional) summoning of Seravelum, and the demon's obvious control over blood and curses, was more than enough proof for the Kalphite King and Queen to relent, and agree to the party's terms. They released the ostriches and chickens that they'd taken captive from the town of Gecko, and Kalphite guards saw the party to the cave's exit. Seravelum was quite disappointed that they didn't get to whip up a blood curse, and so Thessaly had to appease them by agreeing to sacrifice the first thing she killed to them.

With that resolved, the party passed by Obstinance's tent, which had been left empty and apparently unguarded. This offered them an opportunity to investigate the enigmatic exorcist, but Thessaly and Alder wisely warned against it, figuring (correctly) that the tent was trapped. Now, while the rest of the party continued on their way back to Gecko, Cerulean went off in search of Obstinance, finding him sprinkling salt mixed with wine and incense on the ground in a vast, circular perimeter around Gecko. The two talked a little about demons, and Obstinance seemed capable of detecting the demonic power that Stone Cold Classic had given to Cerulean after her wish for power. In a very strange move for a demon hunter and exorcist, Obstinance offered to help Cerulean bring out that demonic power, and gave her a small, wheel-shaped medallion, the Yana of the Moon and Stars. The medallion was enchanted, and would draw oddities unto itself. How exactly this would help Cerulean was not explicit, but he assured her that it would be made clear in time.

Meanwhile, Captain Cutlass was finally reunited with the rest of the party after a long train ride from Xallan, the major port town on Agyl's northwestern point. She had much to tell them about her battle with Shiro and Kuro, and needed to figure out how that all fit in with the unexplained conch call between Phillip the Gentlecolt and Thessaly on the night that Cutlass had disappeared. Phillip had apparently known about the so-called "mutiny" of Cutlass's crew and the resultant battle, despite Shiro and Kuro having every reason to keep it a secret, and despite them actively taking measures to keep it a secret. This gave credence to the possibility of an informant's involvement in all this. And to make matters worse, there was their bounties to deal with – particularly that photo of Thessaly with the Liber Animarum, apparently taken on Post too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.726004

>>726003
"H-Hmm? Oh, thank you." the griffon says, squirming a little and smiling from the compliment. He mulls it over a little, and begins to click through the radio channels. "I… uhm, I would be fine with any song, I suppose. I do not sing as often though, so forgive the stage fright."

 No.726005

>>726004
>>726003
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltFnHpOlP-s

Alder hums a little, and flicks his fluffy ears when he finally finds a song that sounds good! It takes him a few moments, but he blinks in realization. "Oh! This one might actually be rather topical! E-Excuse me if I sing rather poorly- it is not something I am used to doing in front of others, ehehe…"

>[1d10+1] Singing roll

"When skies are cloudy and gray
They're only gray for a day
So wrap your troubles in dreams
And dream your troubles away!"


Roll #1 5 + 1 = 6

 No.726006

>>726005
The ladies' eyes are on you as you sing, but eventually, Mallea and Gullveig start to glance at Splendid. At first, Splendid doesn't seem into the song, as if… initially resistant. Perhaps something in the lyrics doesn't quite sit right with her. But even as she puts on a stoic, calm demeanor, she can't stop her paws from tapping to the rhythm, nor her forefinger from tapping along against her thigh. And as she does, you start to see ribbons of color manifesting around her fingers, but far more orderly this time. Indeed, they seem to lack a lot of colors, being mostly black and white – and it's at this point you realize that the cantrips brought on the wizard's wine have now taken the form of musical bars and notes. She hasn't noticed yet.

 No.726007

>>726006
"Just take your time, Miss Splendid- goodness knows how much trouble I have singing. But… just try humming, or tapping, or… well, whatever feels right!"

 No.726012

>>726007
Splendid still tries to keep up her resistance at first, but the foundation gradually slips, and soon only an empty facade remains, as she bobs her head and clicks her beak along with the rhythm, despite herself. Her eye catches Gullveig, who is watching with no small amount of interest the rows upon rows of musical bars that emanate from her fingers, weaving a tapestry of music into the air. Splendid silently gasps, and the bars start to warble and fade, which in turn causes her to panic, which of course only accelerates the dissipation in a vicious cycle – but then, Splendid catches herself with a sharp breath.

After a moment of calm, Splendid shuts her eyes, allowing her fingers and paws to move as they will under the unconscious sway of the of the warbling tune. This surrender to the music, the sublimation of sense and desire into something greater than herself, allows the bars to pour forth from her talons. With your knowledge of musical notation, it is easy to recognize that her display reproduces the very sheet music of the tune on the radio.

"Whistle and dream your cares…
Away…"


And with the last notes of the song fading into radio static, so too do Splendid's musical ribbons. Gullveig hoots her approval, and even Mallea, grumpy though she was earlier, can't help but nod approvingly. Splendid, a little drunk, hiccups and smiles. "H-how was that, then?"

Gullveig opens her mouth on habit to respond, but then catches herself, deferring to you. "What say you, maestro?"


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 No.723535[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CuMh2GXTZuo

In a time long past, before the coming of the Two, was a time of gods, heroes and monsters. A world as yet unexplored, an age of high adventure.

And in this age, eons ago, four wayward wanderers did find themselves crossing paths. Perhaps it was chance, or perhaps ordained by fate. I alone can elucidate the adventures of these four.

Hearken now to the Tales from the Age of Steel!
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 No.725437

>>725436
>paused

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 No.726010

>>725436
I drop the skeleton remains. grit my teeth, and let out a low growl as the leader wails. Switching my axe to my off hand, I pull a javelin off my back, quickly heft it to find the center, and chuck it at the unguarded skeleton's skull.

[1d10]Marksman Shot

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.726011

>>725436
>Hoodie's crit kick misses due to Word of Power

cackling in pain and clutching his head, Noghu gives a cautious thrust of the spear at the skeletal leader.

>Restrained Strike: weapon; Stab at an enemy with an aimed strike that doesn’t leave you exposed. This attack doesn’t cause counterattack damage, but can only deal 3 hits at max.

[1d10] DC+1 (DC+2 and DC-1 counteracting it)

Roll #1 5 = 5


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 No.724032[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Last time on HolyQuest…

With Regina delivering her confession to the Replicant Witches, whose lives she nearly ended for the sake of revenge against Mudi and Vizsla, the rest of the party was free to tend to various matters.

Flaming set off for the west, where she discovered a series of cottages at the base of a hill. Atop the hill was an enormous Witches' castle, woven together out of many colossal wisteria trees and mushrooms, surrounded by a wall. Based on the sheer size of the doorways, this was obviously Regina's main shelter. There, she met Chorazin, Tantra and LJ, newly freed from their various stories. They complained of a lack of treasure, but found it somewhat easy to believe that the party not only talked down but struck a kind of alliance with Regina, given the party's track record.

Meanwhile, Pryce met with Zjetya, Zjetyaca (A Replica made in Zjetya's image) and Yadala, Witch of Judgments, and fellow Replica. Zjetya had apparently told Yadala and Zjetyaca about the fallout between her and Pryce following his confession of love, and the two were not happy. They gave Pryce beef until they had to go hear what Regina had to say. From there, Zjetya and Pryce had a difficult talk, one that ended with Zjetya agreeing to speak with River later about their "situation."

Amy and Shei discovered that the unnamed gods whom Regina had built a shrine for were none other than Buiwong, god of spiders and fables, Ba'drel, god of promises and cattle, and Cer'rog, god of wealth and birds. The three gods praised the Saviors for their deeds, and promised great power to Amy, as they would complete her tattoo with their blessing. While Shei rounded up Pryce, Flaming and the others, the three gods baptized Amy in fire and water, hearkening back to the mythic origins of the mortal race. What Amy saw in her vision could not be fully understood by anyone but her. Her body, mind and soul broke down into their smallest pieces, and she even separated herself from Ego, her demonic half. It was there that she was struck by an epiphany, an enlightenment… and as she emerged from the waters…
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 No.725988

>>725987
Indeed there is a large quantity of Magatsuhi nearby, visible in your mind's eye as clouds of red smoke clinging to the party members. But those who radiate it most strongly are Busta and Amy, while the others seem to only be coated with the dregs of it, like a lingering aftereffect. As for Dhyana, there is far less of it, coming only off of Mirror Image and Chorazin.

Interestingly, a solitary figure among your allies appears to be radiating all three energies.

 No.725992

>>725988
Flow’s face becomes visibly intrigued, and he tries focusing on that energy, already assuming who it can be.

[1d10]

While he’s focusing, and while there’s plenty of Magatushi for the taking, he tries to see if he can absorb some lingering essence.

[1d10]

Roll #1 4 = 4 / Roll #2 9 = 9

 No.725994

>>725992
You hear a surprised gasp from that direction as you focus upon that soul and drain some of its lingering energy in order to restore your reserves. Busta too looks over, being the stronger source of Magatushi as he is far closer to you.

>1 charge of Dhyana gained, 3 charges of Magatushi gained


You hear some impatient shufflings from those around you, and quiet, awkward throat clearings while your onlookers wait for the demonstration.

"What DID you teach him?" LJ asks. "Mindfulness?"

"Break his concentration and find out," Estuary's Memory jokes.

 No.725996

>>725994
Flow doesn’t quite snap, but flicks his hooves to manifest both Magatsushi,
[1d10]
and Dhyana
[1d10]
in each of his hooves.

For the final act, he focuses on surrounding his core with Qi.
[1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5 / Roll #2 9 = 9 / Roll #3 2 = 2

 No.725997

>>725996
The act of manifesting two contradictory energy types takes far more out of you than you had anticipated, and you're left a little lightheaded from the act, failing to produce any Qi about your core. Still, the visual manifestation of the red and blue mists, stormy and serene, murky and clear, is more than enough to startle and impress the onlookers.

"Interesting…" LJ says. "It's like being trapped between a flame and a frigid-cold river. So, are you a demon now?"
"Nope," Tantra says. "Can't you tell just by looking? Flow's still Flow."
_____ scoffs. "Even that isn't accurate. He bears the demeanor and mark of a Xian. The Dharma."


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The party's expedition into the Shifting Sands has been successful, though it did not come without great change.

Upon returning to the initial spot they found the Egg, they found only Discord, freed from his stony prison and weakened by his long slumber. The first thing he did upon meeting them was to drain the seer Mercutio, absorbing the power he had granted him and effectively removing the Mad Oracle from existence. All that remains now is Purdue, wiped of his memories of his centuries-long ordeal, slowly adjusting to his newfound consciousness.

Upon reaching the Hive, where the Egg was being hoarded by the guardians of the Sands, they did not find the Egg themselves; instead, they found their old adversary Clawson, acting as transport for Lysander in the form of a flock of cuckoos, along with several other prominent adversaries of the party. These include:

Cecile Grosvenor, the Lady of Braildorn, Lysander's closest confidante. Aegis has promised to kill her in the name of the demon Ragalaseab.

Elaina, Grosvenor's personal assassin, who can effortlessly phase between the astral and physical plane.

Reck, a largely unknown figure to the party. He appears to be a member of the Bloody Mummers.

Kairon Irse, the deposed Queen of Equestria, unwittingly freed by Norv. While she accompanied the party for a long time, she eventually abandoned them in favor of Lysander, finding him more to her liking.

Through spying, they learned that Lysander had cut ties with the Oneiromancer completely, renouncing his scheme to erase the Echoes in favor of using the Egg as a bargaining tool to gain greater power in the realm. After a long and brutal skirmish, the party managed to steal the Egg from under their very noses, fleeing the scene and heading south, vowing to hide the Egg in a place it can never be found again.
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 No.725976

>>725974

Hermodur nods.

 No.725977

>>725972
I smile and wave. "I'll keep that in mind. Might drop back in some time."

As we head off, I sigh. "Yeah, normal or not, I still wish there was something we could have done. Not that we're in the best of shape ourselves, I guess. So, where to now? Back to the ship, or up to the farm to see if the others found anything?"

 No.725978

>>725972
"I'd show you, but we need to talk and all." he says, waving an electrified hoof around.

>>725973
"Oh- survivors? That's a relief. We'll have to see if we can get there quickly. He hasn't said too much."

 No.725979

>>725978

"I assume there's survivors, anyway. There's barely any bodies around here. Which means they've been hidden or they've been taken. Have you found any bodies anywhere?"

 No.725980

>>725979
"Just this one, luckily- I doubt we missed one."


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 No.723995[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Welcome players!

NPC list: https://pastebin.com/AhPF3hUg

Please post sheets in your first reply.

>>Last time….


>>723608
Celestia, dragging the gray by the hindleg bumping over the rocky terrain, tries to grok the room with his gooey sensibilities. Vision cannot cut through the inky blackness; the sound of bubbling water is faintly audible. As he concentrates, however, the eldritch goo-pony becomes aware of life in the chamber. The three changelings with him are bright/loud obstructions to more distant signals, but he realizes there are more beings in the darkness. Perhaps three or four distant shapes curl around each other at the far edge of what Celestia realizes is the edge of the cavern.

>>723611
It's really, really dark. Em feels like they can sense the presence of Celestia and their captive, as well as the former prisoner. Beyond that, all she can tell is that there is a big dark cavern with water flowing maybe, somewhere in the distance.

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 No.725893

>>725890
She nods. "Yeah, I get that. It's just different for me. Never really lived anywhere nice. Not like you lot. Parents took off when I was little, and then my brother followed. This is just the latest hovel that's taken us in." She gestures at the ramshackle building behind them. "And it's not like I'd be leaving KC behind. We're all we've got, so we have to stick together." KC folds his arms and nods sagely.

 No.725894

>>725893
"I'm sorry you had to go through all of that."
Falling says with a frown.
"And I haven't helped any dragging all this business here."

 No.725895

>>725894
She waves her hoof dismissively. "Pfft, it's fine. I guess. I was probably gonna get in trouble anyway with this whole bootlegging business. Not a rabbit hole I ever wanted to go down, but I guess we make do with what we've got. Right?"

 No.725896

>>725879
Celly is unable to see anything. His suit has apparently been displaced through the bubble-blowing process.

Attempting to blow more bubbles, Celestia realizes he is able to direct them and shoot them with some accuracy. They go forward and pop where he was aiming without much difficulty. He realizes he can aim them at anything, and even though they don't seem to have much effect, launching them should be executed with care.

>>725881
Em crumples and stuffs the parchment into an exterior pocket of the fog-suit.

The Central Spire Guard Tower is near one of the humongous struts. It is from this direction that 3 fogsuit-clad ponies and a mechanical multilegged automaton approaches. They are still a ways away when Em makes her suggestion of approaching, or running.

Reverb-as-Guard pipes up with her input. "Heading to Central Spire. Got it." She nods as Em finishes. "Maybe we run," she adds, helpfully. "We do the same." She speaks with Em's voice but there is a bit of emphasis she adds that, although Em's voice, certainly not her inflection. It seems Reverb is either getting worse at imitation, or is trying to inflect her own meaning on the echoes she produces.
Grey, restrained, attempts to make some clicks sound like Equish. Finally he manages to make one sound in the form of a word. He says, between clicks,
"Guard"
He points at the group approaching. They have a spider-looking machine accompanying them.

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 No.725897

>>725893
>>725892
>>725891

The three of them have a fantastic meal. It fills them fully, and they are happy, enjoying each others company over the rich spread.

Someone approaches the entrance, flies right by KC and Marble, approaches the entrance at full speed.

A fogsuit-clad pegasus with a spiked helmet crashes through the opening, into a pile of junk acting as a landing pad. The figure comes in hot, tumbling over piles of junk and industrial garbage, coming to a rocky halt among the pile of Cit's assorted parts. A moment of stunned silence passes as everyone wonders whether this new figure, lying haphazardly across the accumulated trash, is alive or dead.

Picking themselves off the ground, the figure removes their helmet to reveal a pink manehawk and an extremely embarassed expression. "I'm okay!" Starfish proclaims, before picking herself up with a wince. "Mostly."

The pegasus, whom Falling and Jiandao happened to have met earlier in the evening, limps her way over, picking bolts and nuts out of her fogsuit folds and letting them drop haphazardly, shaking them out with hops that communicate the fact that she is pretty much completely unharmed by her crash landing.
"Wowow! Hey Cit," she nods to the tinkerer.
"Hello, fellows," she offers to Falling and Jiandao. "Still here? Would'a thought you guys had stuff to do. Cool to see you found the grub."
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 No.673155[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

>Time moves in one direction, memory in another.

Calling sheets for the 85th session of TimeQuest
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 No.725501

>>725500
"It was just sort of natural for me. I'm sure you'll make a fine goddess of music. Or of being a chair."

She shrugs at Plasm. "It'd be best to do it sooner rather than later. I'd rather you be immortal for what's going to come next. I think we're going to be in the middle of some serious battles."

"Who's Razar and where does he live?"

She begins making traps (default). (How many do I have now?)

 No.725502

>>725501
Bossa rolls her eyes at you, "Hardy har. On that note: the second I'm a goddess, I am done being your furniture, Southern." She looks down at the red gem in her hooves, letting a deep exhale escape her as she concentrates on it, closing her eyes. "Alright…. magic rock, I guess it's time for you to do your stuff."

She concentrates on her stone, Bone and Plasm both looking on at her in surprise as a glow begins to envelop her body. In a brief flash of light, much like you, she disappears from existence, leaving a small smoking stain on the ground near her as Plasm looks around in surprise. "Just like you, she's gone…"

He turns back to you, looking down at his stone, frowning. "I… I understand that, thigns will be heating up. Very soon, even. But I'm…" he sighs. "I'm just… I'm not a god. I don't think I ever thought of 'being' a god, this is so far above what I had anticipated."

Bone turns to you, "Razar lives in a massive palace to the south of here. He's the leader of the apes, the war chieftain who united several opposing ape-tribes under a single banner to campaign against the rest of the valley. Mammon has been his right-hand, his ringer to keep everyone in charge… but with Mammon 'gone' he might just have a rebellion on his hand."

 No.725503

>>725502
"Just think of it as some extra protection for your life. Leave all the grandeur and glory for me."

>More traps (default)

(How many do I have?)

"He sounds like a real caesar. How do we leverage others against him? Surely he has many under him who would like to team up against him."

 No.725504

>>725503
"But it's not just extra protection, is it?!" Plasm shoots back, actually coming out from under you as his demeanor seems to crumble. "It's immortality! Living forever, assuming I don't get myself killed, power I never thought I'd have… you know what my biggest problem was a week ago? A missing mutants' report. That's IT. This…" he calms himself. "I don't know if I want to go through with it."

Bone nods his head, crossing his bone-sticks together, "Oh, like you wouldn't imagine! The other ape-tribes were basically forced by Razar's tribe to follow his banner or be destroyed, and admittedly a LARGE part of that was Razar's army being so big to begin with… but with his biggest ringer out of the way, they might be willing to team-up against him once they find out who killed Mammon, exactly."

After a few more moments, a bright, indigo-flash of light, causing Plasm to shield his eyes as the bluish-purple glow subsides.

Bossa stands as tall as she always did, but the first thing you notice is that her scarf has been lowered to just covering her neck, revealing her lower-face to you for the first time since you've met her. It appears rather normal, questioning why she wanted it covered at all, though she bears a small smile through which you can see odd, pointed, shark-like teeth. Her mane is dropped from its pony-tail into a full flowing mane, ethereally moving on its own like Celestia's albeit with a clear water / ocean aesthetic. Her guitar has been upgraded, resembling that of a giant fish-bone with strings, and her punk-rock aesthetic has been changed as well. Though her clothes are still dark in shade, they take on the appearance of a flowing gown resembling a fish's tail going down her long legs, and her upper-body appears mostly bear save for shells covering her chest (in strategic areas).

The newly formed ocean goddess floats down to the floor, looking down at herself as her newly un-hidden face lessens its grin, taking in her newly forged god-form. "H-huh… I'm… I'm…"
"Beautiful!" Bone shouts with a chuckle, prompting Bossa to blush. "You're surprised?"
"… a little…"

 No.725505

>>725504
"Well, think about it like this. If at any point you decide you don't want to be a god anymore, I can destroy you myself."

Southern shoves Bone aside and takes Bossa by the hoof. "Keep your eyes averted. She's my employee. But you ARE beautiful. Second most beautiful mare in the world, after me. So what should I call you, my goddess?"


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The party have departed the Swap Meet, embarking on a journey north-east towards the Shifting Sands. After a series of misadventures, and reuniting with Dawn, Carabas and their ally Etrigan, they have returned to the living desert, racing against time to find the Cuckoo's Egg.

Upon arriving at the Sands, they have found that their trusty compass no longer guides them towards their objective, an odd phenomenon that was not present before. They have been left to search for the vault where the Egg was kept on their own, navigating the Sands by way of memory.
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 No.724901

>>724900
"Of courze, zhe haz alligned herzelf wizh a tyrant and wizhez to zupprezz one'z ability to realize zheir fate, inztead confiding zhem to rot in prizon zellz. I have no qualmz wizh your tazk."

 No.724902

>>724901
''Then I might seek you yet again in the future, but that is a task for another day. I'm sure Ragalaseab will be patient and understand the delay on fulfilling their request'' Aegis stood back up and bowed her head ''This is all I had to say for now Zunden. Do you have anything to tell me? If not, please excuse me''

 No.724903

>>724902
"In honezty? Reztrict yourzelf from being zhort wizh ozherz. Zhey are in need of zheir time to heal. Take a pauze to dezide if zomezhing will help zomeone'z emotional ztate before conzidering vocalizing a fact or opinion."

 No.724904

>>724903
>can't delete to fix
>assume spoilers are italics

 No.724905

>>724903
Aegis kept her cool caze fixated on Zunden, silent for a long couple of seconds after she spoke
She simply nodded ''I understand''
And left


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Last time, on PirateQuest…

Despite Professor Shrimp's best attempts at bribery, making threats and pleading, the party turned him in to the Constable's Barracks. There, he would wait in a small aquarium unti he could stand trial and receive his punishment, which would be determined via majority vote by those whom he had conscripted into his would-be army. They collected their bounties, coming in at a whopping 900 gold per person.

With multiple jobs now under their belts, the exhaustion of their hard work, compounded by the heat and hunger, finally caught up with them. Many members of the Beesting started up a potluck, ordering takeout dishes from a variety of Manenhi's more popular eateries. They brought the dishes back to the Beesting, allowing everyone to pick and choose as they pleased and eat aboard the comfort of their ship.

There was, however, an unsettling matter at hand. Cutlass was still nowhere to be seen, and even the Hidden Dagger was missing. Not a single member of her crew was present at the docks, nor anywhere else in town. Things only got worse when Thessaly attempted to contact them via the Caller Conch. Not a single person picked up. But just as she was about to hang up on the final call, she found an answer. It was the voice of Philip the Gentlecolt, and though Alder was unaware of the conversation, he learned just that day of Philip's role: One of the dreaded fleet commanders of the Crimson King.
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 No.724859

>>724858
"W-Well… act like the mature adult you are, then." he says, flicking his tail again.

 No.724860

>>724856

"What can I say?" Cutlass shrugs. "Pirates are dirty. I don't want them touching me."

>>724858

"I would argue YOU started it by having a kid. I can't help that I had the appropriate reaction to it!"

>>724855

"Hmm, I certainly understand that feeling," Cutlass nods. "Still, though. It must come from somewhere."

 No.724861

>>724860
"I do suppose pirates can be rather dirty, yes." the griffon comments, looking his hand over. "As far as that goes… I-I do not know, really. I tend to be a somewhat nervous person in general, I suppose. I need to… unwind a little, I think the term is?"

 No.724862

>>724859
"Well somepony has to point things out to her."

>>724860
"How is laughing an appropriate reaction?!"

 No.724863

>>724862

"Because it's a terrible idea! How is that not obvious at this point!?"

>>724861

"Ah, you should have drank with me at the bar the other day! That was a great way to unwind!" Cutlass offers.


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Last time on HolyQuest…

Trapped in Regina's realm of illusions, housed within the infinite Library of the Sacrosanct, the party had no choice but to play along with her malevolent games. Her primary method of testing and provoking the party consisted of trapping them within various stories recorded on scrolls. She abducted their allies under their very noses, replacing some with Replicas made in their image, and forced them to participate as actors within each story. Volkama played the role of Hodgson, a mad warlock attempting to unearth an ancient power, the Earthvein, for his own use. Rus Tea was transformed into a savage, mindless lamia, and made to endure the trials of a snake temple built among the branches of ancient, towering trees in the Onuma Swamp of the Starchart Plains.

After freeing Rus Tea from Regina's mind-altering magic, they were about halfway through the story of Cobraskin. In order to advance, they would need to complete the tale or else find some way of sufficiently disrupting the story, as in Earthvein.

Meanwhile, Flow and KP, exiled temporarily from Lilane after Flow's episode of Magatsuhi Overxposure, had to return to Fantasia. The city, once crushed under Orcus' maniacal, mechanical subjugation, had become a respectable fortress under the guidance of Easy Doesit. The city-state was sealed off by a high wall of stone and metal, armed by many guards: Ecclesians, Zha Arlakanians, Fairies, and refugees still able and willing to fight. There were still difficulties with farming and other food production, the threats of overpopulation and the mind-corrupted refugees that had been dumped there by the Treibheanna, but things seemed to be turning around, for now.

Flow and KP retired to one of many inns, populated with day laborers retiring from the heat of the late afternoon sun, and got some food, finding that they were quite hungry after all they'd done that day. Though Flow had gotten back his memories and sense of self, Renee still wanted to conduct a thorough examination of his mental and physical faculties to see if any side effects of the Overexposure still lingered.
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>>723986
Flaming freezes up as Amy hugs her, slowly reciprocating the hug. She returns the embrace, feeling the wet matted fur's chill as she thinks of what to say.

"…well, remember when I told you about how buffalo change their names when something important… life-changing… happens? And how I was thinking of changing mine? You said I'll always be 'Shorty' to you."

"So, no matter who you are, or what you are… you'll ALWAYS be Amy to me too."

 No.723990

>>723989

She keeps hugging Flaming as she starts to laugh. But, the laugh slowly turns into crying.

"I've done so much bad. Even worse, I made HER do so much bad. She was so pure… so perfect… and I ruined it! I've eaten many things I shouldn't have. But, now worst of all, I just swallowed HER up! Using her name… it just feels disrespectful!"

 No.723991

>>723988
Pryce thinks a moment at the question.
"My magic, mostly. We both enjoy doing tricks, entertaining ponies and making them happy. There's some minor differences between my younger self and I, but the core of who I am still is here."

 No.723992

>>723990
Flaming keeps the embrace tight, gripping her close as she fails to fully comprehend the situation at hoof, "I-it's okay, it's okay… I can't imagine what you're going through right now, but… you've done so much GOOD too. You helped her - you - do so much good. A-and she's not gone… only Amy hugs like this. You've changed, but you're not gone. You're still my best friend, my sister."

 No.723993

>>723992
>>723991

She tears up more, but this time it's with a smile. She lets go of Flaming and wipes the tears from her eyes. "Thanks, Shortyhorns. You're right. There might be a lot of me that isn't Amy. But, that core is still there."

She laughs and looks up at the ceiling. "I've been alive more years than I can count or remember. But everything good about me… everything I WANT TO be is just from the last decade."

She laughs like someone who is impressed by their opponent they just lost to. "It's amazing. It's beautiful… It's Amy. I am Amy. Calling myself anything else would just be making the world a less beautiful place. THAT would be the real disrespect."

"I can look back and see how much I've changed over 2000 years. But, the lessons I've learned now make me who I am now. And that makes me Amy."

Amy closes her eyes, still facing the ceiling. One last tear drops from her eye.


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