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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
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
'3d30' will roll 3 30 sided dice.
[5d10] will roll 5 10 sided dice.

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Hermodur, Zunden, Rabi, Silver Song and Norvegicus have been exiled to the world known as the Echoes. Upon exploring their initial surroundings, they found an old diary belonging to someone called Dawn, and later met a fellow exile called Violet Moon, who had found a strange brick cylinder in a boat that had washed ashore nearby. Violet has so far been acting as their guide through the Echoes, and they are accompanying her on a quest to a far off desert called the Shifting Sands. According to Violet, an inscription she found in the tomb of an ancient king has led her to believe they will find something of great value in the center of the desert.

While staying in the small settlement of Ironbrook, the party ran into a notorious bandit gang called the Bloody Mummers, having gotten into a barfight with some of their members. This led to them taking a long path around so as to avoid the Mummers' attention, leading them into a treacherous stretch of swamp known as Durenwol. There they met the sorcerer Black Pudding, who had apparently had dealings with Violet in the past. Pudding promised to aid them in return for their service, asking them to bring him parts of a terrible beast called the Berrengaith.

The party agreed to this and ventured into the Rotten Wood, eventually coming across the beast. However, they soon found that there was more to it than they'd anticipated: the Berrengaith is host to a swamp spirit, which used to have dominion over Durenwol until it was overthrown by Pudding and trapped inside a monstrous boar. They were offered the choice of either slaying it now or gathering the required items to free it: a black lily from the Dreaming Spring, the eyes of a deer, and the skull of its former body, which is in the possession of Black Pudding. The party have not agreed to either choice yet, but as a sign of good faith the swamp spirit let them take the blood and teeth that Pudding had asked for; in return, they received a slew of items that will aid them on their journey. Upon returning to Violet, they also discovered that the loss of her eye was due to Pudding having taken it from her, after she tried to take the skull herself.

With their business in Durenwol finished, the party set off towards the Shifting Sands once more, eventually coming across a lakeside monastery dedicated to Luna, where they took shelter for the night. While there, they learned that the monastery were currently sheltering a severely injured pony wPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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Rabi yelps a little as the mage launches a bolt of magic at him, and responds by nocking, and firing the Splinterwood Arrow "Might as well try this on for size…"
>Elemental Ammo: Radiant (Blind, Bonus Damage vs Undead)
>Magic Bow: [1d10+2]

Roll #1 8 + 2 = 10


The arrow ricochets, towards the crossbowman!
>Ricochet [1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8


And again, towards the dagger-wielding one!
>Ricochet (2) [1d10]

Roll #1 3 = 3


"I did not zee in any rulez written anywhere."

Zunden says chucking as she starts casting spells. She holds her amulet, summoning inky inky black tentacles to hold the double-daggered skeleton.

[1d10] prowler's snare

Roll #1 3 = 3


You attack the spectral skeleton, but it spins around and blocks your attack easily. It calls out to its fellow skeletons with a creaking, hissing sort of sound.

It roars to life momentarily, then sputters out and dies on you. Even with it powered down, however, it is a formidable weapon, as you swing at the encroaching skeletons. The hammer wielding one falls into bones momentarily, then puts itself back together, taking a moment to pat its head back into place.

You try to avoid the incoming blow, like Violet taught you, but are not fast enough and get a nasty shoulder injury. Your rats rush out to defend you on your command, but are cut down by its blade, taking heavy injuries.
>Norvegicus takes 3 hits
>both rats take 5 hits, helpless

"Deceiver! Deceiver!" the saurian howls from the sidelines. "False prophet!"

You call on the power of the bracelet Black Pudding gave you, but nothing happens. You stagger slightly from the impact of the spear from your attacker. It dissipates on impact, but leaves a wound.
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"Could say we have," one of them replies. "Like I said, the boss has eyes and ears. And his ears have ears, for that matter."

In response to your query about Echo, one of them types away on a datapad, bringing up an image to show you. It displays a young bat pony performing on a stage, wearing a strange, colorful set of robes that make her look almost alien. Eerie, visceral images are projected behind her, giving her an unearthly atmosphere. "Like you said. Ain't hard to miss." He then shows you another photo of her out of costume, giving the camera a disapproving glare. It looks like a paparazzi shot. She has a medium blue coat, a lilac mane and intense green eyes. "If you spot her off the stage. Tell her who sent you, and she'll know what to do."

"If a fight breaks out, then yeah, you'll need a team to sort the mess out," says the other. "It's almost certain the Spurned will try something at the gig."

As you accept, the two return the smile at the same time. "We knew you'd come around, ma'am. Now then, as for the team, we have a couple of fellow mercs in mind."

On the same datapad, he brings up a group of four profiles, showing an image of someone with some details on them.

The first one shows a fierce-looking pegasus mare with a tan coat and a red mane. She has a robotic arm, and is leering at the camera. It looks like a mugshot.

>Name: Risky Hooves

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She chuckles at the offer.

"Maybe, what do you suggest?"

She says this, a bit aloof in the thoughts of this upper crust of Endriga. It's nothing like she's seen before. With this job maybe being a way into a contact that would be a huge help towards finding her loves, things are looking up. Again, Carrie smiles.

"Well, if you're paying I suppose I'll stay."


They look at each other. "Can't go wrong with a good stir fry I suppose." He shrugs. "Up to you really."

"One other thing. We're trying to look out for the mercs here. We've done 'em wrong in the past. Was just business, but our hands were tied. You know how it goes. I think it'd be best not to namedrop us when you find 'em. Might not like us pokin' in their business."

"So, as for the pay. Like I said, we've got a way to get you and the others outta here. Thing is, it ain't gonna be easy either. It'll require some elbow grease from everyone involved, I reckon. So, let's talk about money for now. For this job, we're considering about 800 for each of you. Open to negotiation though. They've done right by our boss in the past, so he owes 'em one. What do you say to that price?"

"Also," the other Dog adds. "If you have any other questions, now's the time. We're countin' on you to relay all this to the rest of your team."


"I'll ask the waitress."

She says, a little unaware of how high scale dining works.

"I don't have any questions, sirs. I'd like to get this job done and continue our mutually beneficial relationship as soon as possible."


Ronsin blinks in confusion. "You just have to select what you want on the menu, ma'am. Ain't rocket science."

"Well, on to a more personal matter…"

Adalbert reaches into the satchel again and pulls out another datapad, pausing to check again that no one's listening in. "We got some news you might be interested in. 'Bout Pseumion. Looks like they're gonna be moving warehouses soon." He shows you a long list of scheduled flights, highlighting one. A cargo ship called the Karaboudjan is scheduled to arrive at a place called Kafrene Station, in the middle of an asteroid belt. It looks like a very remote location, ideal for Pseumion to conduct their experiments. Pulling up a list of other locations the Karaboudjan has been to, you start to notice a pattern as you recognize some of the names: they are all Arks where you know Pseumion to have outposts. "They're on the move," says Ronsin. "Might be plannin' something big. We ain't gonna get involved, but if you're still up for that big heist of yours, this might be a good chance. Once you and the gang get out of here, you might want to consider hitting this ship up. Might be somethin' worth looting, if you can get to 'em. I understand you don't have much love for those Pseumion bastards, so this could be an opportunity for you." He hands you the datapad with the Karaboudjan's routes. "Here, you can hold on to this. Consider it a token of good will."

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Flow looks into the crowd, directly at Vice and Trapper, and nods. He then starts making his way forwards.

>>"Ah piss…looks like we're being called into action."

>"If he's going to do this…you two had better find a new mark…I think he's serious about killing this one himself."


After a moment to gasp from drinking down that potion Shei comments "Let the record show that I do not approve of this but I am grateful for the assistance." the goat then finishes the potion.

"Please don't risk your life unless you've thought something through. Miracle is nearly impenetrable and for now we have time to think things through."



"That's your job."


"It must be," Mocha says, peering into the smoke as well. "Well, I wouldn't really know. There's only so much I know about the soul and the mind, but I know that the two are always linked."

>Shei 8/4
"One of you has to do it," Chorazin says. "I don't care which. A replica might be worth a temporary distraction, but she'll catch on soon enough."
"Careful, Shei, those things aren't mere scraps of matter for you to manipulate – those are part of our memories!" Chorazin warns before Shei leaves. "Even when dissolved like that, they still have a life of their own!"
As Shei approaches, Miracle floats out into the grassy field between the hedges and the villa, and the knights follow. The bodies of the featureless dancers are hollow and broken, made up of scraps of black and white, a seemingly-metallic material of indeterminate nature. As Shei approaches, the scraps react, fluttering slowly toward his position. Miracle doesn't seem to notice, gaze fixated on Amy.

Salamander hops up as Flow approaches, holding his arms wide as if ready to give a hug. "From what I've heard of you, this isn't your usual style. Is there something you want to say to me? Or perhaps do you want to make a wager, anything to make this more than a one-sided beatdown?"



"Right." Shei-Sher acknowledges with a bit of his perk back.

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This is the thread for various one-shots relating to the PirateQuest which I run for the cytube group, not to be confused with other quests involving pirates.
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Cutlass grins wider. "What I want is to kill the Queens. All three of them."

"I've already started amassing an army. I've gotten every able-bodied pony willing to fight from the last city I've been in to join my cause. I've gotten Magoja to provide us with weapons. I have two large and powerful pirate crews backing me up. I have a troop of assassins who are only here to remove these queens. Now, I want your help."

"Imagine the position that would put you in once all is said and done. Imagine the clout you'd have as the family that took down the queens. Imagine how many ponies would come flocking to work for YOU, their heroes. Imagine how much easier your business would be with an actually stable and sane leader running this city. Imagine actually being able to do business with the other cities again. You want this to happen."

Cutlass shrugs and shakes her head. "And, it's going to happen either way. If it's not you, it'll be another family. But, I DID come to you first."

[1d10] Whisper in your Ear

Roll #1 6 = 6


Cloud continues to wait as Cutlass get's their connection into this family. He glances around the room they're in, this being a mob's meetup he wonders if they're being watched in any way.
>Perception [1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9


She gives a slightly frustrated little huff at being caught in a linguistic web. "Oh, never mind. Let us continue with the mission."

That is comforting to know. Quite a rare ability, yours. Is it something you were born with, or did you discover it in time? …You do not have to answer that. Just my thoughts running away with me. Apologies.

She remains silent as Cutlass continues with the negotiations, listening to what Vich has to say. If she had her way, all the Aristar political squabbles would be put aside to deal with the looming threat of the Crimson King, but she is powerless to do anything about it, and so stays her tongue.


As you're shepherded into the dark hallway with the other volunteers, you notice the purple-clothed clown look up in surprise. A small smile forms at his mouth, not a sinister one, but a hopeful, nervous and somewhat giddy smile.


The dark hallway leads to a broad and spacious room, but it is very dark and congested, full of carts and boxes piled high, full to bursting with fantastical, strange and monstrous props, many of which are brightly colored with gaudy neon glows. You are reminded of stories you have heard of forays into the darker parts of the ocean, where only creatures capable of creating their own light can survive. There's a smoke machine in the back that appears to be malfunctioning, as fog filters across the ground.

Staff members start to separate the volunteers from the group, interrogatinng them quickly. One such member takes you aside and starts to measure you. "Alright, this is probably the worst plan Pair's come up with and would it kill him to give us a heads-up instead of improvising this shit? Argh! Alright, what're you good at? Any experience in the ring?"

Every mobster in the room very clearly has his eye on you all, but they don't show any signs of aggression just yet.

Hahaha! No need to apologize. Even basic telepathy was a struggle to develop. Mastering it enough to maintain multiple channels was even more difficult. It took me years to learn. What about you? You don't need to reveal your ability, but I've shown one of mine, so I feel that earns me at least a hint!

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You quickly exit and find your seat again, but you note that Cerulean is gone, leaving Zerk and Miss Sunshine in their seats. "That was quick!" Zerk notes, offering you popcorn. "What'dya get?"

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This is a FEMTO game. Information on it can be found here: https://pastebin.com/8shJWpxm
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A faint blush blooms across my cheeks, and I can't help but give a small smile. "Hah, thanks. Have to say, that's not something I ever expected to hear."


"Sure. You missed thr nitty gritty of ours, but I wouldn't mind hearing a bit about you." he says, stretching out a tad.


"Oh please, there was more to it than the simple jealousy of a minor noble."

"While he was as charming and handsome as colts of his stock are, i had no intention of being simply traded off as a power play! I had plans to gain control of my father's business, not to be some dowry to another family."

"..Though with me here i suspect they've signed the company over to my brother by now.." i add, contempt slipping through as my words trailed off.

"As ever, i am an open book, Rabi. Ask away and i'm certain i'll have an answer."


I glance down at my pockets and notice both my rats curled into little fuzzballs, sleeping. Careful not to wake them, I reach down and lightly scratch one of their tummies before looking back up at Silver, just barely not making eye contact.

I roll a couple of questions over in my head for a little bit. How does she know so much about poisons? Was she an assassin, or was she trained somehow? Are all nobles so good in combat? Finally I settle on one, clear my throat, and glance up at her. "What's your favorite kind of food?"


"Hmm? Favorite food?"

i look away for a moment, clearly confused, before looking back at you.

"It's certainly been a while, but a mixed salad was always a lovely meal. Fresh lettuce and spinach with leaves of kale, sliced fruits and vegetables like apples and tomato and toppings of bleu cheese and shelled sunflower seeds, oho what a taste!"

clearing my throat, i calm back down shortly.

"Something like that would be lovely. What about you? Surely you have a favorite as well, yes?"

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A timid fall sun shines above the Great Forest. Far down below near the ground, beneath a golden brown canopy, a caravan, too tiny for even Big Pony eyes makes its way through the bushes.

At the head, riding on a white kitty named Ribbon, is a courageous breezie named Fairweather. Foollowing behind, in a blue tunic with a gear emblem and wearing goggles is the genius tinker breezie Petilia.

They're very close now to their destination, the Big Pony village on the edge of the forest. Their missions is to obtain a Big Pony item of great value. Their contact in the city is an ex-Tinker, a toymaker by the name of Twinklebreeze.

Do you want to talk a bit and get back in the routine before making our way to town?
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"That place was mysterious… even now I'm tempted to go back and investigate that chamber. But it's probably best to put that chapter behind us."


Ribbon shakes himself off. But he looks slightly disturbed now. His battle standard got wet and dirty as well, making him look way less intimidating.


"Poor Ribbon. We should all take a well deserved rest. Well, first, let's rid ourselves of this moon dial and collect our payment. But then back to the inn."


As you walk away from the well, you hear one last mournful wind howl escape from the well.
While the Moondial is safely in your possession, whatever other secrets it might have held will be buried forever!



"I'm really curious about the light triggering the water, but its just not a good idea to investigate if we can't tell what's real in there."

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Post Sheets when you're ready.
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"Is she helping you read or reading it to you?" Shei scratches his chin as he makes the remark.



"S-same thing," Amy says as she blushes and waves a dismissive hoof.

"Anyway, you wanna celebrate your birthday?" she says with a smile. "I-I'm sorry I don't have a present for you," she adds with a frown.


"How long have we been studying?" Amy asks over her shoulder.


Disregarding all the obstacles in the way of your contest, you and LJ rush to meet one another, with LJ snorting and moo-ing with mock severity, thoroughly adopting the persona of a warrior on the battlefield. He attempts to butt you toward the doorway.


Hopper gives it his all.

"Did you look a bit like him?" River asks, gesturing to KP. "But I know what you mean. I never had time for romantic feelings. I was always more preoccupied with where my next bit of bread and drink was going to come from. Ironic that only after the world ends would I have time for… well, what's arguably the most important part of life."

Observer picks up the skull on his desk. Its eyes glow ominously. "Ol' Boney says he is on a date with River Spring," Observer says.

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Shei-Sher pats amy's head "You are trying, that's what counts."

>"I-I'm sorry I don't have a present for you,"

"Wha-a-at, no sorries, I did not tell anyone it was my birthday precisely because I did not want anyone making a fuss about it."

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Teal winces.

"Well, you keep taking those bets even when life's screwing you over and over again. Either you're a gambler at heart or you're a really tough nut to break, Veta. The best quality there is for a mercenary, really. Lesser would break by this point."


Pyrite offers the dog a bit of a glare, and shakes his head a little bit more. He doesn't feel like taking it much further, though, and instead looks back to Teal "S-So… arena, yeah? Do they provide some sorta… holo equipment?"



"Yeeah, that -was- a hard. I'm not gonna lie to your face or sugarcoat it. Usually you just lose one at first, not so many, alongside the ship no less. Sorry you had it to have it this, newbie. We're all in this pile of dirt together though. Don't have to crawl outta the shithole alone."


"I-I… alright. I-I'll try t' work past it, I guess T-Thanks, Teal." he says, giving her a soft nuzzle. He doesn't look much happier, but his tone's a little warmer.


"Heartwarming. Now can we go already? I'd like to go virtual and forget about all this shit for awhile some time today, please," Veta remarks, walking/caning off to the arena.

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