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The P-Files, Part II
XandZero2 Sun Sep 08, 2013 1:16 pm
A city on the verge of destruction…
Plagued by fear, death, and corruption…
An outlaw hero of questionable character, seeking truth…
While the city police seek only to capture the sleuth…
A tribe of voodoo zebra strike in the dead of night…
Beating up guards, stealing what they neigh is right…
A golden minotaur with much stock in the city…
His board of directors, both kind, goofy, and gritty…
An aloof – and likely incompetent – mayor and his beautiful secretary…
A flying ace and his team of pegasi most competitive and unwary…
A dark fog that cloaks the city in shadow…
And nightmares that drain a pony’s dreams to the marrow…
-Welcome back, one and all, to the P-Files – where impossible things may happen that the world’s never seen before (-IN DEXTER’S LA-BRA-TOR-EEEEEEE!).
You’ve come to the city of New Orreigns from different trots of life and races of Equestria – searching for work, freedom, family - but it’s becoming more and more apparent by the day that you’ve stepped hoof into something much bigger than yourselves. The city stands poised on the brink of disaster, and perhaps only through your timely intervention can you hope to bring harmony back to the land…
As we last left our heroes, they’d entered into the dreams of the ponies Rock & Roll, intent upon saving them from an alien influence invading their psyches. Once within the dreamscape, our heroes struck out to find the root of the problem – only to lose one ally, Blade Blocker, at the hands of fickle fate – while gaining a new ally, Nameless (or Biscuits – whichever you prefer), soon after. Having conversed with a bizarre, rhyming specter, they attempted to solve an overly-convoluted puzzle and fought off waves of nightmares while rescuing both Rock & Roll (Roll, thanks to Nameless). Our heroes now find themselves staring down a nightmare, one who’s appeared in the guise of a certain Big Mike, and introduced himself as Mr. B. Rog or Balrog. A nightmare attorney at Infernal Law, he has made an offer to let you leave the dreamscape in peace, in return for leaving Roll with him and his associates. However, while he negotiates with the rest of the party, Whisper hatches a sugary-sweet plan. Slipping a flash bomb into a slice of delicious birthday cake, she hands it to Mr. B in the hopes that he’ll bite…
Will the party give in to Mr. B’s demands?
Will Mr. B eat Whisper’s cake?
-And just how much longer can Gleeda manage to stay her claws before she notches a lightning bolt on her bow and shuts Mr. B up for good?
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Soaring a safe distance above the amphitheater, Libram watches as the negotiations unfold below, the words -Stay tuned to find out- materializing across his animate pages, followed soon after by -New pony channel, same pony time!
Plagued by fear, death, and corruption…
An outlaw hero of questionable character, seeking truth…
While the city police seek only to capture the sleuth…
A tribe of voodoo zebra strike in the dead of night…
Beating up guards, stealing what they neigh is right…
A golden minotaur with much stock in the city…
His board of directors, both kind, goofy, and gritty…
An aloof – and likely incompetent – mayor and his beautiful secretary…
A flying ace and his team of pegasi most competitive and unwary…
A dark fog that cloaks the city in shadow…
And nightmares that drain a pony’s dreams to the marrow…
-Welcome back, one and all, to the P-Files – where impossible things may happen that the world’s never seen before (-IN DEXTER’S LA-BRA-TOR-EEEEEEE!).
You’ve come to the city of New Orreigns from different trots of life and races of Equestria – searching for work, freedom, family - but it’s becoming more and more apparent by the day that you’ve stepped hoof into something much bigger than yourselves. The city stands poised on the brink of disaster, and perhaps only through your timely intervention can you hope to bring harmony back to the land…
As we last left our heroes, they’d entered into the dreams of the ponies Rock & Roll, intent upon saving them from an alien influence invading their psyches. Once within the dreamscape, our heroes struck out to find the root of the problem – only to lose one ally, Blade Blocker, at the hands of fickle fate – while gaining a new ally, Nameless (or Biscuits – whichever you prefer), soon after. Having conversed with a bizarre, rhyming specter, they attempted to solve an overly-convoluted puzzle and fought off waves of nightmares while rescuing both Rock & Roll (Roll, thanks to Nameless). Our heroes now find themselves staring down a nightmare, one who’s appeared in the guise of a certain Big Mike, and introduced himself as Mr. B. Rog or Balrog. A nightmare attorney at Infernal Law, he has made an offer to let you leave the dreamscape in peace, in return for leaving Roll with him and his associates. However, while he negotiates with the rest of the party, Whisper hatches a sugary-sweet plan. Slipping a flash bomb into a slice of delicious birthday cake, she hands it to Mr. B in the hopes that he’ll bite…
Will the party give in to Mr. B’s demands?
Will Mr. B eat Whisper’s cake?
-And just how much longer can Gleeda manage to stay her claws before she notches a lightning bolt on her bow and shuts Mr. B up for good?
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Soaring a safe distance above the amphitheater, Libram watches as the negotiations unfold below, the words -Stay tuned to find out- materializing across his animate pages, followed soon after by -New pony channel, same pony time!
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
XandZero2 Sun Sep 08, 2013 2:12 pm
Mr. B raised an eyebrow at mention of the word ‘Biscuits.’Ramsus wrote:Whisper mused aloud, "Is fear more delicious than cake? I mean my cake of course. Not just any ol' store bought cake. I'm sure it's not nutricious of course but, I'm just wondering. Cuz like.. well. If we take Biscuits here with us, I'm going to need to know if he'll enjoy my cooking." indicated Nameless when she said Biscuits.
Edit: Persuasion: 9 + 1 + FK (Cooking, hah, twice in a row!) + 15 = 30
“Now hold on just a moment folks,” Mr. B raised a hand to halt the conversation, “Just one moment please… He looked at Nameless, smirking with his rows of pearly white shark teeth. “Pardon me for askin’, but… Biscuits? Your name is…” Mr. B put a hand to his lips as he began to snicker – (an unspeakable sound that would give dragons heartburn) “Your name is… BWA HAH HAH… BISCUITS?!?! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHHAAAA!!!!!”
Holding his sides (while still keeping a good grip on his cane and Whisper’s cake), the nightmare lawyer shook his hairy, horned head, busting a gut with laughter that could scare small foals (and did – in little Hard Rock’s case. Chitin could feel the little colt shaking). “BISCUITS?! OH... pardon me folks, pardon – Pfft… BWAHAH! BWAHAHAHA!!!! BISCUITS?! FOR THA FEAR A’ – OH, GREAT HORRIBLE HAVOC! OH, THAT'S RICH! …BISCUITS?! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!”
After a long laughter fit, Mr. B looked back at Nameless with his burning gaze, wiping a tear from the corner of his red eyes as he thought - “Oh… Ah… Maybe… Maybe you should try this cake then Biscuits… BISCUITS! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That’s a good one!”
Mr. B offered Nameless the cake, nodding to it…
“-But, honestly, maybe you should try it… After all, your new master – BWAHAH! – I mean, ‘friend’…BWAHAHAHAHA! …I mean ‘marefriend’ –BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAH!!!! …She… she wants to know if you’ll enjoy her… her cookin’! –BWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHA!!!!”
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
Ramsus Sun Sep 08, 2013 2:40 pm
"Don't be mean to Biscuits! Don't be so rude. You asked for the cake, you eat it." Whisper says as she pushes herself between the two of them (pushing Biscuits behind her in the process) and then she pushes the cake back at Balrog, attempting to shove it straight into his mouth.
Using Shmoopy-doo!
Wow, two (and a half) utilities I'd never gotten to use before in one scene.
Using Shmoopy-doo!
Wow, two (and a half) utilities I'd never gotten to use before in one scene.
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
SubjectZ Sun Sep 08, 2013 2:54 pm
Nameless fumes, knowing, despite his lack of experience with... y'know, thinking, that this was embarrassing. As he listens, he silently focuses his anger into a field of misfortune surrounding all around him. He then snaps, upon the cake being shoved in B. Rog's face, and leaps toward him, shoving the cake farther down his throat with his hoof, channeling all of his rage and defiance into his punch.
- Athletics Roll:
- Rolling to slam the cake into his face even farther, also punching him in the face.
I rolled: NAT 20! CMC!
Also, activated Jinx!
So, I'm less an MP, but he just crit failed a dodge roll for a CMC slam to the face. Eat that, you trash-talking son of a bitch.
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
XandZero2 Sun Sep 08, 2013 4:01 pm
As soon as Mr. B offered Nameless the cake - a few things had happened all at once.
-Quick to defend her new friend (and stop him from ingesting a bomb), Whisper jumped in the way, grabbed the cake - and as the nightmare lawyer continued laughing his head off at "Biscuits," Whisper shoved the cake in Mr. B's open maw - thus silencing his laughter as he dropped his cane and stood there stunned, with the sugary sweet bomb surprise jammed in his mouth.
- And that's about when Nameless snapped.
Leaping forward past Whisper, he reared back one foreleg, channeling all his emotion into his hoof, his silvery, flaming mane roaring to full-on inferno status as his hoof ignited mid-air in a wave of fiery force.
Then Nameless’ flaming hoof shot forward like a comet – Mr. B’s red eyes going wide as he grit his teeth – then slipped up on his own cane while trying to dodge out the way.
Now, as Nameless’ hoof makes contact, you all hear the distinct sound of shattering teeth – quickly followed by a great, blinding explosion of white-hot light as the cake gets lodged down the nightmare lawyer’s throat, detonating somewhere between his stomach and large intestine.
-Watching from Chitin’s shoulder, Little Hard Rock’s eyes go wide. “Wowwwwwwwwwwwww…!”
The flash of light fades away in time to see Mr. B Rog Esquire rocket skyward, black tar and shark’s teeth raining down from the heavens as he goes up – up – and awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay – then comes crashing back down at an angle, leaving a smoking trail in his wake as he smashes into the tarry sea like a space celestial on reentry.
The ebon waters explode outward in every direction, tidal waves of black goo rolling all the way up to your hooves before stopping and receding back into itself again.
You stand on the shoreline, watching as the roiling nightmare waters begin to slowly calm – then grow still.
-Quick to defend her new friend (and stop him from ingesting a bomb), Whisper jumped in the way, grabbed the cake - and as the nightmare lawyer continued laughing his head off at "Biscuits," Whisper shoved the cake in Mr. B's open maw - thus silencing his laughter as he dropped his cane and stood there stunned, with the sugary sweet bomb surprise jammed in his mouth.
- And that's about when Nameless snapped.
Leaping forward past Whisper, he reared back one foreleg, channeling all his emotion into his hoof, his silvery, flaming mane roaring to full-on inferno status as his hoof ignited mid-air in a wave of fiery force.
Then Nameless’ flaming hoof shot forward like a comet – Mr. B’s red eyes going wide as he grit his teeth – then slipped up on his own cane while trying to dodge out the way.
Now, as Nameless’ hoof makes contact, you all hear the distinct sound of shattering teeth – quickly followed by a great, blinding explosion of white-hot light as the cake gets lodged down the nightmare lawyer’s throat, detonating somewhere between his stomach and large intestine.
-Watching from Chitin’s shoulder, Little Hard Rock’s eyes go wide. “Wowwwwwwwwwwwww…!”
The flash of light fades away in time to see Mr. B Rog Esquire rocket skyward, black tar and shark’s teeth raining down from the heavens as he goes up – up – and awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay – then comes crashing back down at an angle, leaving a smoking trail in his wake as he smashes into the tarry sea like a space celestial on reentry.
The ebon waters explode outward in every direction, tidal waves of black goo rolling all the way up to your hooves before stopping and receding back into itself again.
You stand on the shoreline, watching as the roiling nightmare waters begin to slowly calm – then grow still.
- Spoiler:
- Just curious, but who here's seen Dragon Ball Z? Particularly the Freiza Saga?
...
Why am I asking?
-Oh. No reason...
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
Cardbo Sun Sep 08, 2013 6:31 pm
Coffee's jaw drops. He closes it. "I can honestly say I didn't expect that." Turning to Whisper. "Should I try your cooking? I mean, ever?"XandZero2 wrote:
You stand on the shoreline, watching as the roiling nightmare waters begin to slowly calm – then grow still.
- Spoiler:
...
Why am I asking?
-Oh. No reason...
Coffee shifts gears for a moments and contacts Libram telepathically. He copies what he knows about Nitemare ecology into it.
- Nitemare Ecology:
For one thing, it’s thought that nightmares first came into being at the same time as ponykind – whether this was due to mere coincidence, or whether the two races were somehow linked, is still unknown. One thing is certain, and that is that nightmares were, and always have been, born soulless. This fact has intrigued many scientists, and a number of schools of thought concerning the nightmares’ unique physiology and their connection to ponykind have developed over time.
One school of thought, the Nightmare Evolutionists – or "Nevos" for short – believe that nightmares were originally a fifth branch of ponykind, equivalent to unicorns, earth ponies, pegasi, and sea ponies in all but that one key feature – their lack of a soul. Researchers of this school theorize that the lack of a soul was due to some kind of rare – and magical – genetic mutation. Because of this mutation, the nightmares may have been unable to exist in the physical plane of Equestria – at least under normal circumstances (There have been rare cases where a nightmare – or nightmares – have been able to manifest in the physical plane due to magical imbalances varying from rare star alignments to lay line disruptions. Some ponies believe that’s how B. Rog was ever able to make it to the Mines of Maria before Starswirl cast him back down). But, because of their more delicate natures (due to being soulless), the Nevos believe that nightmares were confined to a realm that was more suitable to their needs – a realm that has come to be known simply as “The Nightmare Realm” (a realm that now makes up one of the nine levels of Taurtaurus, and which happens to be inexorably linked to the Dream Realm – which goes without saying, is the place patrolled by Princess Luna and her agents).
Meanwhile, another school of thought, the Nightmare Creationists – or "Nicrs" for short (pronounced “Nickers”) – believe that nightmares were never ponies at all, but an entirely new race formed from ponykind’s collective subconscious. As “proof” of this theory, Nicrs point to such abnormalities of the race as the Minis or Brutes – both of which seem to have little in common with the anatomy of any recognizable equestrian species, bearing more resemblance to Changelings (or even Minotaurs, in the Brute’s case) in appearance and capabilities. Nicrs believe that as the minds of ponies evolved overtime, the magical energies inherent in their subconscious grew, so that the first equestrian dreams inevitably gave birth to the first of nightmare kind. This theory would also explain why the nightmares exist mainly in “The Nightmare Realm,” a realm inexorably linked to the land of dreams – for it is in dreams where nightmares were first conceived. This theory might go some length to explaining why nightmares are always born soulless. Being, at worst, a manifestation of a pony’s fears – and at best, an extension, reflection, or even a shadow of a pony’s essence – nightmares do not inherit the same qualities of their physical counterparts, and are thus left with an eternal void, a literal “hole in their hearts”.
Whether born of pony evolution or dream magic, nightmares are now unquestionably a natural occurring race in Equestria – at least, “natural” by Equestrian standards. This makes the nightmares unique soulless existence that much more perplexing however, sparking debates throughout the scientific community that question the very nature of souls themselves. Many have also debated what effects this soulless state might have on nightmare behavior, and it’s believed it may give some explanation as to why nightmares so rarely show remorse for their actions. However, in truth, due to the other unique qualities of the nightmare race, it would be hard for nightmares to survive if they had such things as a true comprehension of right and wrong – at least by pony standards. Nightmares subsist off the fear of dreamers, and in this way they are not unlike changelings who feed off the love of their hosts. The nightmares’ lack of proper pony morals (which again, is thought to be linked to their soullessness) may even be a product of evolution, much like the nightmares disturbing, fiery/tarry appearances or their instinctual knowledge of a dreamer’s worst fears and ability to prey upon them.
Continuing on the same line of thought, many have also acknowledged the tragic nature of the nightmare race – for while many believe that nightmares may have evolved to a soulless existence for evolutionary survival, still others wonder if they might have once had souls but lost them by other… less natural… means. Others still wonder if the nightmares ever had souls at all; but whatever the case, one question is inevitably asked by all parties – could some part of these creatures, these nightmares, know, or perhaps even remember, what it was like to have a soul? And even if they were soulless from the beginning, could some part of them still hunger, even crave one?
It’s impossible to say, as most nightmares are not the talkative sort and those that are have done nothing but dodge the question. Still, if any of this was the case, perhaps it would explain the nightmares usually less-than-friendly disposition towards ponykind. They could be suffering on the inside, the empty holes of their souls filled with nothing but countless years of lost hope and longing, coupled with jealousy, spite, anger, and rage at a race that has what they, themselves, innately lack.
Going back for a moment to something that was previously mentioned in brief – but while it is rare for nightmares to show remorse, there have been confirmed cases where some have shown regret, even sorrow for their actions. In these rare cases, not long after a dreamer’s demise or disappearance, a physical manifestation of a nightmare could be witnessed visiting the dreamer’s old haunts, looking both distraught and confused. Nopony has ever had the courage to approach such an apparition, but many wonder what such beings would say if asked to comment. Do particular nightmares follow their prey throughout life, and if so, is it perhaps possible that a nightmare could somehow grow a sense of attachment to their dreamer? What is the cause of these physical manifestations, and what could it mean for the relationship between nightmares and ponykind?
-Nopony knows.
But with that in mind, what are the hunting patterns of nightmares, the effects of their feeding on ponies, the effects of their existence on Equestrian ecology – and why the buck isn’t Luna doing something about all these creepy nightmares running around?
Well, first off, while the estimated nightmare population was once thought to be equivalent to the population of pony kind, it has sense expanded, and is now thought to be roughly equivalent to the population of the known world – that’s taking into consideration every race in the material plane with sentience, from ponies to dragons, changelings to minotaurs… Basically, for every being that can dream, there is a nightmare that can haunt them. –This in turn means that Luna has quite the job on her hooves. She and her agents must patrol all of dreamland on a nightly basis, ever vigilant, watching to be sure that no nightmares get out of hoof. Nightmares often leave their home in the Nightmare Realm, traveling the world over to find a suitable dreamer to prey upon, and while Luna can be in many dreams in one night, he can’t be in every dream at one time.
On that note, it should also be recognized that a visit from a nightmare does not, by any means, always justify a visit from Luna, as a regular visit from a nightmare is actually no cause for alarm. Usually it simply boils down to a restless night of sleep, for as everypony knows, dreams can’t hurt us – even if they’re fueled by a nightmare (and really, it would be detrimental to the nightmares’ existence if they actually harmed their prey). Victims of a nightmare feeding are usually perfectly fine the next day (though they may be a little more jittery than normal – depending on the lasting impression the nightmare has on them).
No, the real danger nightmares pose doesn’t come from a regular nighttime visitation. It comes from two irregular types of visitation – be they reoccurring dreams, or pack feeding frenzies.
In the case of less serious visitation, reoccurring dreams, a nightmare feeds off its victim unrelentingly night after night. In this situation, it is common for a dreamer to suffer varying levels of sleep deprivation, extreme fatigue, lack of mental and motor function, anxiety, depression, day-mares, and hypnophobia (the fear of sleeping). In the worst cases, these effects have even become long-lasting or permanent – and until an outside intervention is made (by Luna or another party) or the dreamer is able to conquer their fear (which isn’t uncommon), the… ultimate (that’s like “swan song” ultimate)… side effect is not outside the realm of possibility.
As for the case of a pack feeding-frenzy, this is less common, but much more dangerous than reoccurring dreams. A pack feeding-frenzy – or PFF – occurs most often when a group of dreamers prove to be particularly susceptible to fearful thoughts while being exposed to an unhealthy amount of stressors – be they internal or external. In such cases, these susceptible dreamers have been known to draw nightmares like ponies to Princess Twilight’s coronation. They descend upon their victims as one, their numbers sometimes growing so vast that at times they’ve been known to form into literal waves of what appears to witnesses as, “tarry, black waters.” When a nightmare pack grows this large, they even become able to spawn more nightmares from themselves just by their sheer existence – and it is at this time that a timely intervention (by Luna or another party) is most vital, for a dreamer/dreamers are very rarely strong-willed enough to overcome their fears alone. Side effects to a PFF can prove very, very dire. Untreated, in the long-term these side effects can range from the victim becoming irreversibly comatose (at best), to suffering stroke, heart failure, and perhaps inevitably – the game over scenario.
While a nightmare visitation is by no means a laughing matter (especially if it’s a Reoccurring or a PFF class visitation), some theorize that in a Yin-Yangy sort of way, nightmares themselves provide a very valuable service to ponykind – and in fact, all the races of Equestria. A regular nightmare visitation may be unsettling, but it allows dreamers a rare chance to find the courage to beat their fears in an environment that may appear dangerous – but which, in reality, is quite safe (since the dreamers are usually not in any serious danger). Nightmares can teach dreamers to maintain a healthy amount of caution and self-control in the real world as well (which can actually raise life-expectancy), while they also give dreamers valuable experience, experience that makes facing down their fears in the real world that much easier. They can even inspire the work of artists, authors, big-time movie directors, and provide a thrill for some – after all, there are those who argue that only through fear can you truly feel alive.
In conclusion then, whether intentional or no, nightmares not only allow dreamers to mature into more responsible and brave individuals, but they also inspire everypony in strange, creepy, and bizarre ways – and as everypony knows, inspiration often leads to innovation. Without nightmares, some scientists theorize that Equestria – and in fact the world – would suffer. If the race were to disappear tomorrow, it’s feared that it would result in a long-term lack of maturity, inspiration, and innovation – leading some ponies to suffer from a dangerous lack of caution and inhibition, others to be too cautious without a safe way to face their fears and grow, and everypony to be more stagnant.
OOC:So you're saying that B Rog just pulled a Krilin there?
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
SubjectZ Sun Sep 08, 2013 6:59 pm
Nameless sits back, and stares at his own hoof, for a moment, then turns to Whisper and says, "C-could I... have some... that?" He hopes she gets what he means.
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
Ramsus Sun Sep 08, 2013 7:49 pm
Whisper smiles at Biscuits, apparently forgetting she was terrified of him a short while ago, and gets him a piece of cake. "Here ya go."
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
SubjectZ Sun Sep 08, 2013 8:01 pm
Nameless grabs the cake and devours it whole, licking his lips.
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
Cardbo Sun Sep 08, 2013 9:55 pm
"So, huh. I guess we're done here? "
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
Xel Unknown Sun Sep 08, 2013 11:26 pm
(OOC: Is not Jinix still in effect in-game? I do recall it lasts awhile or something...)
Gleeda stays on gaurd and just ready's her bow... She was sure that guy wasn't going to go down so easily.
Gleeda stays on gaurd and just ready's her bow... She was sure that guy wasn't going to go down so easily.
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
Dr Blight Sun Sep 08, 2013 11:26 pm
Chitin is silent for a long moment after everything goes down, taking a moment to process what happened before letting out a little huff of air and turning to look towards the Mini-Rock. "Indeed."
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
Cardbo Tue Sep 10, 2013 9:54 am
After awhile, Coffee goes back to healing Whisper. "Weren't we going to heal you up earlier?"
OOC:Heal check.
Roll(1d20)+9:
13,+9
Total:22 +1 IP = 23
OOC:Heal check.
Roll(1d20)+9:
13,+9
Total:22 +1 IP = 23
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
XandZero2 Tue Sep 10, 2013 1:25 pm
- Spoiler:
- BTW guys,
I failed to mention it earlier, but by One-Hit-KOing Mr. B, you’ve unlocked a new achievement:
Digging Deep – A Nightmare's Soul!
A new song has been added to the soundroom (well, eventually… maybe… but for now I’m just going to put it here). Enjoy!:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crsPHw-ntME
Now, back to the game!
Minutes pass, and the dark waters remain still...
While Gleeda keeps her eyes peeled on the muck, Coffee, Whisper, and Chitin (with little Hard Rock staying close by her side) tend to the earth pony’s wounds (after waiting out the rest of Nameless’ Jinx of course - otherwise, things would've gotten messy). The threesome’s combined efforts prove *relatively* effective at healing the earth pony’s immediate injuries – even getting her wings back on (-luckily Coffee had some superglue with him) – and while you finish their quick treatment, you also note that under the steady gaze of little Rock, the dents and rents in Whisper’s Rose Armor slowly begin to repair themselves…
- Spoiler:
- Whisper heals back 15 HP – which is actually more than you guys would’ve healed normally, but there was a bonus in there from Hard Rock's help too.
I'll also add that none of this would've been possible if Nameless hadn't scored a Cutie-Mark Crit on Mr.B, but I digress...
During Whisper's treatment, Buck paces impatiently back and forth, muttering to himself - "Buckin' dreams... with their buckin' nightmares... an' their buckin' nightmare impersonators... Keep it t'gether Buck... That wasn't the boss... It's okay that the new guy punched him... Really... it is..." The big griffon makes a protective circuit around the party, joining Gleeda in keeping his own eye on the muck as well in the meantime.
On the other side of the party, the six remaining Hard Rocks also slowly begin peeking out from behind Nameless’ floating concrete barrier – some asking if the fighting’s done… while others simply take the moment to scarf down more birthday cake.
And by this point, you all have to wonder… is it finally over?
Meanwhile, after eating his own piece of cake (and while, perhaps, contemplating the benefits of a second…) Nameless notices something gleaming on the ground.
You recognize it as Mr. B’s cane (the one he slipped on when you bucked him nearly to the moon and back) – and taking a closer look, you note its fine craftsmaneship. A golden walking stick – it bears carvings of a strange, snake-like creature along its length, with the creature’s horned head taking shape as the pommel of the cane. Whatever the carving’s supposed to depict, it’s like no nightmare you’ve ever seen… and when you take it into your hooves, the golden cane feels warm to the touch...
- Spoiler:
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXqWBizppQg
Congratulations!
You got:
The Balrog’s Burning Cane (of Burning Burniness)
The Burning Cane is a golden walking stick that feels warm to the touch and bears a distinct, serpentine carving along its length. It counts as a weapon, but the bearer may also activate it while outside of combat to gain the following ability:
Spyrotechnics - At Will
Preparation Time - 6 Seconds
You can summon a flame, turning it into either a burst of blinding fireworks (blinding all creatures that see it within 120-ft of the fire source) or a thick cloud of smoke (extending 20 feet in all directions from the fire source and lasting 1 minute).
While in battle, you may activate the cane to use the following combat talent:
[+1] Explosive Fireball - Standard Attack [2/Battle]
Deal 2d8 damage to target creature and all enemies adjacent to it.
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
XandZero2 Tue Sep 10, 2013 4:32 pm
- Spoiler:
- This music somehow seems fitting for what's about to come next...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMmfaaiWMEs
As Nameless looks over the gold cane and Coffee, Whisper, and Chitin complete their healing attempt…
-Something stirs from the deep…
Gleeda’s first to catch sight of the bubbles that begin forming at the center of the black waters, the exact spot where the nightmare lawyer last vanished into the tar.
As she trains her bow on that spot, the bubbles become more noticeable, growing larger and more numerous while visible waves of steam begin rising up from the tarry sea.
It’s at that point you realize – the black water’s coming to a boil.
You hear a sound like a kettle shrieking as the sea ignites all around you with burning red flames licking at the sky.
At the last second, you realize the fire looks a lot like a nightmare’s flaming mane – and then the center of the black waters erupts like a geyser – raining down molten tar and fire, melting anything it touches with a horrible hissing sound.
Little Rock screams and you all dive for cover (I’ll assume Chitin grabs Rock before doing so). The other Rocks duck back behind the concrete dome while you all roll under chairs or take evasive action in the amphitheater aisles as best you can.
-Then you hear a voice.
“BI-SCUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUUUUUUUITS!!!!!!!!!”
-It bellows in your heads, echoing so loud inside your skulls it feels like you’re brains are gonna explode – even as the world shudders all around you, seemingly in fear of the terrible wrath you've invoked.
-And at that, an enormous figure rises from the flaming tar, casting the world into shadows.
Craning your necks to look up at it, seeing the creature in the firelight of the tarry sea, it’s as though you stare at a living volcano – a mountain of muscle that stands on two legs, carved from jet-black obsidian; sporting two powerful arms and covered with a network of veins that crack its ebon skin at intervals, exposing an internal core of scorching lava that sizzles as it drips from the beast’s mighty form. A giant, flaming mane runs the length of its back, ending in a whip-like, draconic tail that cracks at the tar pools all around, sending up waves of burning pitch. The monster bears a skeletal face of fangs and goat horns, along with a set of fiery red eyes. Those eyes survey all of you with contempt – before locking onto Nameless and narrowing to slits.
The creature spreads a pair of gargantuan, leathery wings wide – and the sheer size of those bat-like pinions is enough to blot out the stars and sky.
“THAT’S IT! THAT. IS. IIIIIIIIIIIIT!” the voice roars in your head – the voice you recognize to be Mr. B’s – only this time it sounds much angrier... Much, much angrier... The thing before you beats it’s chest with one fist, and you feel the wind blow you back from the force of the collision. It shakes it’s head violently, flinging more scorching lava in every direction as the voice in your heads bellows, “I’M SOOOOOOOOO DONE BEIN’ MR. NICE BALROG! I'M TIRED A' PLAYIN’ FAIR! YOU PONIES AN' - AN' YER BUCKIN' CAKE! IT WAS ALL A LIE!”
Leaning back, the beast appears to crack its molten knuckles with relish – each one the size of a minotaur or more. “NOW, I’M GONNA DO WHAT I SHOULD’A DONE FROM THA START!" The monster holds one hand up to its face and flexes its fiery claws, "I’M GONNA RIP YER FILTHY PONY AN’ GRIFFON SOULS OUT SCREAMIN’ FROM YER STILL-BEATIN’ PONY AN’ GRIFFON HEARTS, AN’ THEN I’M GONNA DEVOUR ‘EM WITH A BURNIN’ SPORK!” the Balrog paused, “-WHILE I MAKE YOU ALL WATCH!"
Buck grits his beak but says nothing, while the littlest Hard Rock, shaking like a leaf on Chitin's back, yells back with a faultering voice, "OH-OH YEAH! I'D WIKE TA SEE YOU TWY! NOPONY CAN BEAT THA KNIGHTS A' THA WED WOSE! MY DADDY TOWLD ME SO!"
The Balrog seems to grin at this as it looks down at the littlest Hard Rock, huddled up with the rest of you. "HEH... HEH... HEH... AN' WHERE'S YA DADDY NOW KID? I'LL TELL YA WHERE HE IS! GONE!" He swept back one arm in a cutting motion, "LEFT YA TA ROT AT THAT CONCERT, AN' NEVA' LOOKED BACK! HE NEVA' LOVED YA! YOU WERE JUS' GETTIN' IN THA WAY A' HIS FUN! HE'S NOT COMIN' TA SAVE YA NOW, NOW A' EVA', AN' HIS LITTLE FAIRYTALE KNIGHTS CAN'T SAVE YA EITHER!"
Rubbing his hands together, the looming monster sneers down at the little colt - who looks like a mere ant by comparison, "-BUT 'ERE'S WHAT I'MMA GONNA DO. JUS' CAUSE I LIKE YA KID, I'LL SAVE YOUR SOUL FOR LAST! -BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!"
"-AN YOU!" He spins on Nameless, pointing a burning finger at the other nightmare, “BISCUITS!" -he thinks the name with contempt, YOU WISH TA STAND WITH THESE PONIES AN’ GRIFFONS?" He rolls his burning hand into a fist, "FINE THEN! YOU CAN MEET YER END TOGETHA!”
The creature rears forward and roars at all of you, the sound so loud it makes you go deaf (temporarily), the physical force of the roar beating you back like rocks in a wind tunnel.
"GET READY FOLKS - 'CAUSE I'M YA WORST NIGHTMARE!"
- Spoiler:
- Right here I would normally say - prepare for combat, but I believe DB has a plan to initiate before things get started...
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
Xel Unknown Tue Sep 10, 2013 5:01 pm
Gleeda laughs. "Really... You think your that bad? You aren't anything but a nice little Sweet Dream come true to me..."
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
Ramsus Tue Sep 10, 2013 5:05 pm
Whisper namesakes to Chitin, "Does this mean he won't be taking your heart and soul?"
She then responds to Gleeda, "I think we're going to have to get you an appointment with a psychologist after this. Though.... on the plus side.... I guess after we beat him.... will that mean I won't have the nightmare about the socks anymore?"
Of course at this point she's hiding behind Chitin with Hard Rock.
She then responds to Gleeda, "I think we're going to have to get you an appointment with a psychologist after this. Though.... on the plus side.... I guess after we beat him.... will that mean I won't have the nightmare about the socks anymore?"
Of course at this point she's hiding behind Chitin with Hard Rock.
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
Cardbo Tue Sep 10, 2013 5:32 pm
Coffee yawns and holds up a scorecard with with a 6 on it. "You've hit all the major cliches, but you get no points for originality."
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
XandZero2 Tue Sep 10, 2013 6:45 pm
The Balrog glares at Coffee - then grins.
"Tough crowd... Tough crowd..." he shakes his head, "Well then - TELL ME IF YA HEARD THIS ONE BEFORE!"
-A flaming sword materializes in his black claws.
"Two ponies, two griffons, an' an alicorn walk into a nightmare..."
-He raises the blade up to his face, the light from the flames dancing along his skeletal features, his fangs and horns, and reflecting in the burning red of his eyes as he adds - "EVERYPONY DIES!"
"Tough crowd... Tough crowd..." he shakes his head, "Well then - TELL ME IF YA HEARD THIS ONE BEFORE!"
-A flaming sword materializes in his black claws.
"Two ponies, two griffons, an' an alicorn walk into a nightmare..."
-He raises the blade up to his face, the light from the flames dancing along his skeletal features, his fangs and horns, and reflecting in the burning red of his eyes as he adds - "EVERYPONY DIES!"
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
Cardbo Tue Sep 10, 2013 6:51 pm
"Please. Dyings easy. Comedy is hard."XandZero2 wrote:The Balrog glares at Coffee - then grins.
"Tough crowd... Tough crowd..." he shakes his head, Well then - TELL ME IF YA HEARD THIS ONE BEFORE!"
-A flaming sword materializes in his black claws.
"Two ponies, two griffons, an' an alicorn walk into a nightmare..."
-He raises the blade up to his face, the light from the flames dancing along his skeletal features as he thinks, "EVERYPONY DIES!"
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
Dr Blight Tue Sep 10, 2013 6:55 pm
Chitin takes a few steps forward as she glares down the titanic Mr. B, with a final stomp her wings flare open in anger and a small initial bubble of green spreads out from her horn and away with a spark, passing over everything like a wind and unsettling the dust slightly.XandZero2 wrote:"GET READY FOLKS - 'CAUSE I'M YA WORST NIGHTMARE!"
“No. You. ARE. NOT!”
She practically snarls out, her wings seem to blur slightly at the edges and go perfectly still as a faint buzzing begins to slowly grow louder and louder in your minds. The magical green bubble pulses again, the frequency slowly increasing as the force behind it becomes slightly stronger.
“I have LIVED my worst nightmare and you do NOT compare! All the fire and flash in the world won’t do you any good, because you are nothing!”
The buzzing grows louder and louder, droning out the sound of the black sea and the crackling flames as her voice echoes in your minds. The pulses of magic frequency increased to the point they’re practically a growing wind now.
“I’m an Elite! I’ve ripped my fate from life’s teeth with my very own hooves! You? The second someone realized what you really are you become nothing more than a punching bag!”
The buzzing in your mind at this point is now so loud it drowns out everything but your own thoughts and Chitin’s voice. A spark of green light seems to be building on the tip of Chitin’s horn, identical to the other pulses but quickly growing much larger.
“So why don’t you go back to the shadow you crawled out of GET OUT OF MY WAY!”
Her wings suddenly move again, blurring into a down stroke before rising up and flaring out, fully extended. The pulse discharges like a wall of green and as it passes over you, everything seems to be ripped away into a tranquil clarity. The buzzing, the fear, natural or otherwise are all suddenly gone leaving behind only a very faint static in the background and the natural sound around you.
- Stuff:
- It's not "You CANNOT PASS!" but "You CANNOT STOP ME!"
Chitin has used Loyalty!
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
Xel Unknown Tue Sep 10, 2013 6:58 pm
Gleeda takes this moment to start fighting Lightning Bolts at the enemy. Totally trying to be kicking the horror while it's down.
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
SubjectZ Wed Sep 11, 2013 6:01 pm
Nameless took the cane, to keep as a memento of their victory, when the mountain of terror erupted.
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Re: The P-Files, Part II
XandZero2 Thu Sep 12, 2013 2:55 am
In the moments before Chitin unleashed the wall of green energy, a spark of recognition had gleamed in the Balrog’s red eyes – and as if realizing what she’d intended to do, the nightmare had raised his blazing blade against her, bringing it crashing down in a deadly arc. In another moment it might have cleaved Chitin in two – but at that instant, she’d discharged her energy pulse.
As the Balrog’s blade collided with the emerald-green wall of energy, the nightmare’s eyes went wide and its mouth dropped open – letting slip a roar of shocked desperation as it watched its burning weapon shatter against the energy wall like so much glass on pavement.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
The roar echoes in your minds as the creature’s engulfed in emerald light – Gleeda taking that as her queue to start blindly firing off lightning in the Balrog’s general direction (seeing as the nightmare was the size of a volcanic mountain – it would’ve been hard to miss in any case).
For a moment, everything is cloaked in green - but then as the light begins to fade, everything else fades with it – the amphitheater, the stage, the stars, the sky – everything; all your surroundings devolve into lines and shapes stretched out on a magic grid, and then even that fades away...
You find yourselves suspended in a world of endless blue – no floor, no ceiling, no up nor down – yet it’s as if you stand on solid ground. The rest of the party stands around you – except for Gleeda, who hasn’t let up firing her volley of lightning bolts throughout the entire scenery shift. Buck and the littlest Hard Rock stand with you, as well as the other six Rocks and the now conscious mystery pony (the one Nameless brought back – and whom you now take to be Roll).
Roll exchanges glances with the six other Rocks, then trots up beside the littlest Hard Rock and nods, frowning – eyes narrowed.
“So I take it we’re not in New Orreigns anymore?”
“Nwope,” the littlest Rock shakes his head slowly, still sounding like a little colt, but with eyes wide and full of clarity – clarity that only comes with age. “We’re dweaming.”
Roll blinks once – and you realize “he” actually has a mare’s eyelashes – right before a pair of sunglasses materialize in her hoof and she slips them on over her eyes. She looks over the party and nods once to all of you. “What’s going on here?” she asks in a gruff - but female - voice to anypony in general – Hard Rock taking up the question as he motions to your group, “They swaved us.”
Roll opens her mouth to speak again – but then a groaning echoes in your heads and you all turn your attention in the direction… that Gleeda’s still firing lightning bolts at…
As bolts continue to rain down on his obsidian skin, the Balrog groans and shakes his head, having fallen down on all fours in an every-shrinking pool of ebon goo. Though the creature retains his menacing appearance and dominating stature – in his current state, he seems… diminished somehow, as if something about him has been removed... A moment ago you’d felt a sense of fear and doubt at the sheer sight of the beast, but now that fear is gone – replaced by confidence and a sense of certainty.
The nightmare pounds the pool around him with one massive fist, sending up a shower of tarry goo as he growls, “Not fair…” Grinding his fangs together, glaring at his reflection, he continues beating his fist in the dark waters, “Not fair! NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR!” - sending up more and more showers of tarry goo in every direction. “I HAD THEM! I HAD THEM RIGHT WHERE I WANTED! HOW’D IT HAPPEN?! NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR! NOT FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIR!!!!”
Then he dunks his head under the water.
A piercing psychic shriek follows soon after.
-Then silence.
Slowly, the Balrog rears his head back up from the tar pit, dripping ebon goo from his obsidian-forged face, his burning red eyes narrowing as he gazes at all of you from across the blue. He rises onto his clawed feet, rising to his full height, clenching and unclenching his fists, cracking his tail, beating his wings – and then he frowns, raising an eyebrow at the rain of lightning bolts still pelting him in the chest...
Rearing back, the Balrog lets out another earsplitting roar – “ENOOOOOOOOOOUGH!!!!”
“YOU!” He shakes a burning finger at Chitin, “DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE, FOAL?! YOU’VE RUINED EVERYTHING!” The Balrog spreads his arms out wide, looking in either direction, “DO YOU SEE? THERE’S NOTHING LEFT! NOTHING!” He begins shaking his fists, roaring, “YOU’VE TAKEN IT ALL AWAY! ALL OF IT! ALL THE FEAR! IT’S GONE! HAVOC CURSE YOUR SOUL, PONY! THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO EAT!”
Roll nods in the Balrog’s direction, “What’s his deal?”
“He was weadin’ a pack a’ monstaws that wanted ta feed on ow’ feaya.”
“Oh yeah? No foalin’?” She glances back at the Balrog – still ranting and raving off in his goo puddle – then she glances back at the other six Rocks before turning to the littlest Hard Rock. “You… uh… You think ya might oughta’ pull yourselves back together? I don’t think the hot head’s done with us just yet.”
The littlest Hard Rock glances at the Balrog –
“YOU RUINED EVERYTHING! EV-ERY-THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!”
Then he turns back to Roll and shrugs, “Awight.”
Rock starts to gallop over to his sextuplets – then stops, spins around, and gallops back.
He skids to a halt before Chitin, looks up at her with his purple eyes full of tears – and hugs her leg tight.
As the Balrog’s blade collided with the emerald-green wall of energy, the nightmare’s eyes went wide and its mouth dropped open – letting slip a roar of shocked desperation as it watched its burning weapon shatter against the energy wall like so much glass on pavement.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
The roar echoes in your minds as the creature’s engulfed in emerald light – Gleeda taking that as her queue to start blindly firing off lightning in the Balrog’s general direction (seeing as the nightmare was the size of a volcanic mountain – it would’ve been hard to miss in any case).
For a moment, everything is cloaked in green - but then as the light begins to fade, everything else fades with it – the amphitheater, the stage, the stars, the sky – everything; all your surroundings devolve into lines and shapes stretched out on a magic grid, and then even that fades away...
You find yourselves suspended in a world of endless blue – no floor, no ceiling, no up nor down – yet it’s as if you stand on solid ground. The rest of the party stands around you – except for Gleeda, who hasn’t let up firing her volley of lightning bolts throughout the entire scenery shift. Buck and the littlest Hard Rock stand with you, as well as the other six Rocks and the now conscious mystery pony (the one Nameless brought back – and whom you now take to be Roll).
- Spoiler:
^This is Roll, who sports a cutie-mark that looks like some kind of blue spiral.
Roll exchanges glances with the six other Rocks, then trots up beside the littlest Hard Rock and nods, frowning – eyes narrowed.
“So I take it we’re not in New Orreigns anymore?”
“Nwope,” the littlest Rock shakes his head slowly, still sounding like a little colt, but with eyes wide and full of clarity – clarity that only comes with age. “We’re dweaming.”
Roll blinks once – and you realize “he” actually has a mare’s eyelashes – right before a pair of sunglasses materialize in her hoof and she slips them on over her eyes. She looks over the party and nods once to all of you. “What’s going on here?” she asks in a gruff - but female - voice to anypony in general – Hard Rock taking up the question as he motions to your group, “They swaved us.”
Roll opens her mouth to speak again – but then a groaning echoes in your heads and you all turn your attention in the direction… that Gleeda’s still firing lightning bolts at…
As bolts continue to rain down on his obsidian skin, the Balrog groans and shakes his head, having fallen down on all fours in an every-shrinking pool of ebon goo. Though the creature retains his menacing appearance and dominating stature – in his current state, he seems… diminished somehow, as if something about him has been removed... A moment ago you’d felt a sense of fear and doubt at the sheer sight of the beast, but now that fear is gone – replaced by confidence and a sense of certainty.
The nightmare pounds the pool around him with one massive fist, sending up a shower of tarry goo as he growls, “Not fair…” Grinding his fangs together, glaring at his reflection, he continues beating his fist in the dark waters, “Not fair! NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR!” - sending up more and more showers of tarry goo in every direction. “I HAD THEM! I HAD THEM RIGHT WHERE I WANTED! HOW’D IT HAPPEN?! NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR! NOT FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIR!!!!”
Then he dunks his head under the water.
A piercing psychic shriek follows soon after.
-Then silence.
Slowly, the Balrog rears his head back up from the tar pit, dripping ebon goo from his obsidian-forged face, his burning red eyes narrowing as he gazes at all of you from across the blue. He rises onto his clawed feet, rising to his full height, clenching and unclenching his fists, cracking his tail, beating his wings – and then he frowns, raising an eyebrow at the rain of lightning bolts still pelting him in the chest...
Rearing back, the Balrog lets out another earsplitting roar – “ENOOOOOOOOOOUGH!!!!”
“YOU!” He shakes a burning finger at Chitin, “DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE, FOAL?! YOU’VE RUINED EVERYTHING!” The Balrog spreads his arms out wide, looking in either direction, “DO YOU SEE? THERE’S NOTHING LEFT! NOTHING!” He begins shaking his fists, roaring, “YOU’VE TAKEN IT ALL AWAY! ALL OF IT! ALL THE FEAR! IT’S GONE! HAVOC CURSE YOUR SOUL, PONY! THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO EAT!”
Roll nods in the Balrog’s direction, “What’s his deal?”
“He was weadin’ a pack a’ monstaws that wanted ta feed on ow’ feaya.”
“Oh yeah? No foalin’?” She glances back at the Balrog – still ranting and raving off in his goo puddle – then she glances back at the other six Rocks before turning to the littlest Hard Rock. “You… uh… You think ya might oughta’ pull yourselves back together? I don’t think the hot head’s done with us just yet.”
The littlest Hard Rock glances at the Balrog –
“YOU RUINED EVERYTHING! EV-ERY-THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!”
Then he turns back to Roll and shrugs, “Awight.”
Rock starts to gallop over to his sextuplets – then stops, spins around, and gallops back.
He skids to a halt before Chitin, looks up at her with his purple eyes full of tears – and hugs her leg tight.
- Spoiler:
- I want to give DB time to respond to this first, but I've basically got the rest of the post typed up. I'll post that after DB's done.
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