Celly scrambles to his soft, plushy feet. >>722977
Gray #1, already burning and rolling around in a slowly spreading pile of flaming straw, is doused with another serving of liquid fire. It lets out a screech as its flesh begins to melt, which tapers to a gurgle and then one last smoking hiss, its charred remains all contorted and bubbling. The fire begins to fill the small chamber with sweet black smoke.
Gray #2 throws itself at Celestia, attempting to tackle the plush to the ground.
Gray#3, eyeballing the black rod, jumps at the prisoner-changeling, who is standing there with the weapon held across her chest tightly with both arms. She is frozen to the spot with terror.
Jumping Attack [1d10]>>722972
Jasper listens as Cit speaks. "Crystals growing on objects? We've recently made breakthroughs with low-power visae and a few particular plants, but nothing inanimate… that would fly in the face of current vis theory. Is it possible there was organic matter on the surface, or perhaps small creatures you didn't notice?"
As Cit asks where they are going, the elevator lurches to a stop, there is a polite ringing of a bell, and the door slides open into a magnificent penthouse. Stone finished floors, clear crystal tabletops, leather sofas, bookshelves packed full of tomes and scrolls. A clear window from floor to ceiling separates the soft blue lighting from the darkness of night outside.
"My place," Jasper says happily, popping out of the cramped chamber and into his spacious abode like a cork from a bottle. He scurries into the back room, calling over his shoulder, "I'll be just a minute, only have to get changed!"
Starfish worms her way out of the elevator, rubbing her side where she was pinched into the wall. "Phew." Looking around her, she gives a soft whistle. "Who knew a nerd like that could pull digs like this?" >>722973
Tempest follows Falling in.
The dark room has a musty smell, tinged with something else, an almost burning smell. The silhouette on the bed is a crystal mass, and it takes a moment to realize it is the rough figure of a pegasus sitting upright, wings engorged with glittering gems and laying on the pillows behind it.
"Zephyr," whispers Tempest. His voice breaks the silence in the room. He reaches his crystalline hoof out to touch gently his brother's shoulder, his cheek, then lets his foreleg fall heavy to his side with a quiet sigh.>>722975
"Yes. Terrible to have, terrible to watch. Altogether shitty, if you ask me."
He nods, not looking at Zephyr. "We here in Horizon have been living with the fog for a long time. There are precautions one can take. Fogsuits these days are completely effective, if used correctly. I wouldn't want to live down there, but my friend Starfish makes a living by delving the deep for treasures. I was hoping she'd be around…" He looks distracted for a moment, but returns to Jiandao. "Into the fog, eh? You gals sure do get up to all kinds of things."Roll #1 5 = 5
/ Roll #2 7 = 7