Im So Sorry

I’m so sorry…

“Obsidian! Finally, another pony! Hope Crossie isn’t going to send her love the usual way.  I’m ok in here! Let him in! Let my friend in!”

Crescendo is wrapped 50% of the way in bandages and salves, no seeming bothered at all.  Those that knew the Stallion knew there was little getting in his way.  He’s made sure the armor is only off to the side, carefully set.

“Sounds like that these Puffington ponies aren’t used to ponies risking their lives saving foals.  Heh!”

As the train stops with a jerk, Roland stands and looks about at the odd assortment of folks he’ll be traveling with. He chuckles a bit and thinks, <Well at least this’ll be interesting, group looks like a hoot an a holler.> With that thought he sighs and heaves the old military pack up off the floor and onto his back. As he exits the train he spies the Kirin who’d be leading this little adventure. He smiles and waves before walking over and going to shake. “Name’s Roland Greymane, Merc, just call me Roland mate.” he announces with a grin.

Dimstar is next out of the train, wearing his armor. He walks over to Obsidian and takes his helmet off, setting it on the ground “Hello friend.”

Coldflame is the last out, thinking to himself <One more journey, without seeing the past again… just another journey… another mission… another path… Will i return safe? Will i die this time? I don’t know, only time will tell…>

Obsidian greets them with a smile “Good to see you all made it… Wait, we’re missing one.” he looks around for the 5th member of the party.

At around 2:15 in the afternoon suddenly the clopping and banging of a zony comes charging up the stairs of the train station. Flasks and beakers and other sorts of scientific gear hanging by respective strings off her saddlebags. “Obsidian! sorry I’m late! you know how long it takes to make a mohawk! I lost track of time.” she says panting and exhausted. “You’re not mad are you?”

(( prompt 2 )) Obsidian chuckles “Not at all.” he looks to the assembled equines “Vexin, Roland, Coldflame, Dimstar-” he nods to each in turn “-thanks for joining me on this trip. If we’re all ready then we can get to hiking. There’s a sheltered rock formation we should be able to reach by sundown.”

Wasteland Wanderers pt 2

Name: Osidian Position: Team Leader and Primary Researcher

Strengths:

Fire Breathing

Strength

Endurance

minor casting

Weaknesses:

Limited Magic. Aside from the water generation spell and some minor telekinesis, he’s not going to have a lot of magic to use

Slow speed, the primary reason the trip is a week each way

Not a clever pony

Carried in his saddlebags:

Canteens

Trail rations, primarily comprised of nuts, raisins, and similar. Also including some heat-to-eat meals

digging tools; hoof picks, shovels, etc

Jeweler’s equipment; perfect for examining small things or prying stuff out of nooks and crannies

Maps and basic navigation equipment

Camera

Medium Bowgun (optional); Picked up on a misadventure with Coldflame, just in case. Ammo included.

It comes to over a hundred pounds, not enough to encumber him too badly, though about half that is just food (with the BG it’s about 150, he’ll need to use another of his spell slots to keep from being encumbered )

Roland sits, watching out from the entrance, his back to the fire as he watches the darkness, his eyes constantly scanning. “I don’t like it. Somethin’s out there, watchin. If y’all will let me I’d like to take the first shift standin guard.” he states, his voice mildly worried. He swigs some water from his canteen before looking back at the group. “Food is smellin pretty good, what is it?” he asks as he turns back to the darkness, turning on his heavy flashlight, shining it into the darkness.

Stirring the pot, Obsidian replies “Canned Veggie Stew. Don’t get used to it, this was all I could carry.”

Being merely an observer and researcher, Vexin has no perceptual abilities to notice these strange feelings Obsidian mentioned and tries to snag a little bit of the group’s cooked food, easily able to repay the group with her own food rations. Just enjoys the taste of cooked food a lot more.

Coldflame was going to give a bite to a piece of well-done steak, when he heard something “What the…” nothing more can be heard “Meh, must be my imagination…”

After the dinner Vexin yawns and turns to Obsi. “I don’t suppose you can cast enough water magic for a quick shower?”

Dimstar paces back an forth looking around quiet paranoid “Does anyone else feel something wrong here?”

(( prompt ))

“You’re just being paranoid. Yes, there’s wild animals out here beyond pony control, but they shouldn’t bother us.” Then he turns his attention to Vexin “Really? Alright I’ll see what I can-“

WHUMPH

Obsidian is tackled by a pony-sized creature that looks like a long-legged lizard or some kind of scaly greyhound. 4 more slightly smaller ones creep in around the edge of the firelight, snarling and letting out bark-like shrieks. Scrabbling sounds reveal another of the larger ones clinging to the rocks above.

More unusual sounds come from the other side of the camp off in the darkness. It seems  about 3 more of the smaller ones are dealing with something that is letting out chitters, hisses, and some sort of buzzing.

Wasteland Wanderers pt 4

Hehe, I told Octi I would do it. Done by the ever-awesome Sali. 

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