Located in Fillydelphia, Equestria, the Kirin's Hoard is a jewelry store of a different flair. It sells a host of gem-based products that are definitely thinking outside the box, or even inside the chimney. Jeweler by trade and Arcanologist by hobby. This kirin unicorn experiments with empathic stimulation magic. He has quite the extensive knowledge of jewels and can have nearly any stone in any size cut and set to your exact specifications within days. He's mates with Annie Konda.
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(( Small Retcon. The Fang Looked Too Fierce, So Had It Downsized And Made Lessnoticeable. ))
(( small retcon. the fang looked too fierce, so had it downsized and made less noticeable. ))
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Dimstar nods while putting helmet on and then opens panel on arm and works on a couple things
Roland grins and nods. “Sounds like a plan. Ain’t been out here in a helluva long time. Wonder if they still sell that cherry cider still.” he says, looking around a moment before shaking his head. “Eh, not important. I’m ready ta move, though moving by night may be better, don’tcha think?” he asks, hoisting his gear and waiting for his orders.
Coldflame replied “Ok, in that case, lets go to complete this crusade…”
Obsidian looked to the group “It’s not really a crusade, Coldflame. Just some exploration.” then turning to Roland “You’re right, but there’s a cold front moving over the area today, so we’ll be cool for this afternoon.”
“Sheltered rock formation? You have a strange way of saying ‘cave’ you know that Obsi?” Turning to the group after Obsidian answers her question, Vexin flashes her eyes at the boys. “Wait, no other girls? I don’t want any funny ideas, alright guys? I trust you all are nice gentlemen, so I hope you be kind and only stare for 5 seconds at a time.” The vexing vixen said with a smirk on her face. “You too steam-snout” she said teasingly as she stroked Obsi’s chest with her tail and laughed a little.
Obsidian can’t help but smile “Save it for the hike Vexy.” ____________
The hike lasts the afternoon, the group followed by a cool breeze and partly cloudy skies. The terrain is dry and dirty, pocked by patches of scrub and rocks. All the way to the horizon the wastes stretch, the landscape flat for the most part. Obsidian keeps the groups canteens filled with his magic as the day goes on.
As the sun sinks towards the horizon a large spire or rock becomes visible in the distance. The group manages to reach the spot Obsidian had marked on his made a bit after the last traces of sunset fade from the sky. It’s not so much a cave as a huge crack in the structure. It almost looks like something simply split a section off the base of the spire, leaving a 10 foot wide hallway between the main structure and the offshoot.
(( prompt ))
The group quickly puts together a fire from dry plants and Obsidian’s fire breath. As some food is set to cook, each of them makes themselves comfortable. Though they can’t shake the feeling that something is watching just outside the firelight.
Wasteland Wanderers pt 3
Name: Dimstar Class:Recon
Strengths:
Stealth
Quick Mover
Pinpoint specific locations
Can also Infiltrate
Weakness:
Doesnt like fighting among team
Feels unneeded at times
Items:
Armor that can cloak and has integrated communication device(takes a while to recharge after cloak)
Katana
Binoculars
Couple bottles of water
Electronic jammer
All in all i would say around 70 - 90 pounds
Dimstar turns around to the sound “Somepony help him and get the little ones, I’m going to get the big one up top!” He starts to rush up to the top while cloaking himself
Without hesitating Roland turns, whipping out his machete from it’s sheath and charging at the creature atop Obsidian. With a thud he knocks the creature off, sending it rolling as he steadies himself, offering a hoof to Obsidian. “Upsy daisy mate.” he murmurs as he helps the kirin off the ground before turning to face the creatures, drawing his handgun as he turns. “Any idea what they are?” he asks, firing a shot into the air after, hoping to scare them off.
“WOAH WOAH WOAH” the zony jumps up, extremely startled “what the buck are those things?” she says slowly walking toward her saddlebag, her only source of defense and eyes the creatures, not minding the ponies around her much. She was no-good in a physical fight so she hopes her teammates do not do anything rash to upset the creatures before we know what we’re dealing with.
“Thanks.” Obsidian replies “They’re nothing more than scavengers, little more dangerous than jackals unless they have an alpha leading them.”
Coldflame hisses out ”Shit shit shit, i tell you Obsi…” He runs to where he set his sword and grabs it.
The chittering comes from deep in the bushes as the maker of the sounds observes the group with careful precision. Their love so succulent to feed on from this distance, coupled with the fact that she hasn’t eaten in so long drives her to draw ever so closer to the group.
(( prompt ))
The smaller ones around the edge leap forward with a snap and then back up a pace with a snarl. They’re either trying to intimidate the group or herd them together.
Obsidian takes a deep breath and snorts a bit of flame, and this makes them take a step back.
The large one on the rock above leaps down to attack the zony, not seeing the pegasus flying up. Over in the bushes a toothy maw clamps down on the hind leg of the chittering thing that was too distracted with the ponies.
Wasteland Wanderers pt 5