Kelp Cutter
Kelpie
New Kelpie
"No time for idlin'. Adventure awaits!"
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Post by Kelp Cutter on Feb 18, 2014 17:43:39 GMT -5
"Wasn't expectin' to expect you as an enemy," Kelp grumbled, partially at Julius bust mostly to himself.
The kelpie turned to look at Lucky when the pegasus began speaking to him, only to have the conversation cut short by commotion above deck. Commotion that Lucky decided to investigate. "Suit yourself." With the dialogue between the four effectively over, Kelp opted to make his way over to his hammock, feeling around the wall and floor for anything that felt loose. The hippocampus looked over his shoulder after a bit, only to find that he was now alone in the room. Where the heck was everybody?
A loud thump above deck did its best to answer his question. Looking up in silence, Kelp waited for more to follow. But none did, and eventually he decided to head above deck to find the others. Passing by him on the way up were two ponies carrying a third looking a lot more dead. Oh. That explained the 'thump'.
Kelp trotted up to Shoal and the others, looking around at the expressions on their faces. Lucky looked shaken, Shoal looked concern, and Julius and Dusk looked a bit somber. Kelp opened his mouth to speak, closing it after realizing he didn't really have anything to say. It wasn't like he needed to ask what had happened.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Feb 21, 2014 20:23:01 GMT -5
Shoal awkwardly scratched the back of his crown feather as the trio asked for work. He was just as much a guest aboard the ship as the rest of them, no real power to issue work duties or suggest any they could perform. He knew as much about ships as the rest as well, though he had considerable sea time, it was always a passenger and never one of the crew. “Uh.. well, Captain!” He called to the helm above. “Moment of your time, please.”
Captain Birch glanced down to the group below, never taking his eyes off the horizon or hooves off the wheel to address them, “Yes, Ambassador?”
“My colleagues here are asking for some work duties, is there-” Shoal was immediately cut off.
“Greenhorns can clean. Find a bucket, brushes, and get swabbing. Ask the crew if you can't find any.” That was all the Captain said, clearly now ignoring them, his focus like stalwart on watching the horizon and the waters. He clearly didn't want to be bothered any further.
“Uh,” Shoal said, addressing the others, “There you have it. Clean... how delightful.” Muttering between his beak. “Well, chop-chop! I must go over our plans for later, so enjoy the fresh air and... if any of you are a bit soft when it comes to screaming, y-you may not want to be up here in an hour or so. Toodles!” With his shadowy warning and abrupt good-bye, Shoal made a quick beeline for the berthing below. He clearly was not enthralled with the idea of any menial physical labor, he was after-all, a representative of the Griffon crown.
The deck returned soon returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. These sailors were no strangers to death aboard ships, having seen their fair share in their time. In many ways, traveling over the water was more dangerous than in the air. The seas were brutal, the winds and storms even more so. Great leviathans resided below and at any moment, without warning, could bring a ship down with them below. And the work itself was just as dangerous as the seas, with long, demanding hours in the worst conditions. Swabbie, sadly, was just another to befall a rather typical fate for a young sailor.
After an hour on deck, a peculiar whistle blew from the forecastle, blown by a teal and fuchsia stallion with a twin swallows for a cutie-mark. The crew immediately stopped what they were doing – if able, , some emerging from below deck, and all turned their attention to the forecastle. The Captain was off the wheel, about to address the crew on deck.
“As per our laws of sea, a fellow crew member as been found guilty of negligence and will be punished accordingly. Boatswain, please bring the accused up on deck.” The crew turned their attention to a hatch beside the main-mast center on deck as it opened and Crusty emerge, dragging in tow Mizzen Mast by a bridle and bit. Mizzen was led to the mast, tied and a barrel pushed under his legs and chocked to hold it in place.
“Mizzen Mast!” The Captain begun, “You have been found guilty of the charges as follows: One, failure to ensure the proper working order of equipment resulting in the death of a fellow shipmate. Two, failure to follow standard operating procedure on a work detail. Three, negligence in the line of duty resulting in the death of shipmate. For these charges you are to be punished. Boatswain, have you prepared the cat-o-nine?”
Boatswain was then mouthed over a whip by another crew-mate. He gave the device a few good whacks into the air, cracking the air with each snap of his neck.
“Punishment will be 25 lashes across the flank from the cat-o-nine for the death of a fellow shipmate due to negligence. For failure to follow procedure, half-rations for the remainder of the voyage. For failure to ensure proper working order of equipment resulting in a death, one quarter your wages for this voyage will be forfeit and given to the next-of-kin of the deceased as stipulated in your contract. Do you understand these charges and punishments?”
Mizzen Mast made a muffled noise, to which Boatswain Crusty assured the Captain it was a garbled yes to his question. Mizzen's breathing was growing more and more tense and heavy, while sweating with anticipation of the pain surely to come.
“Boatswain, please carry out the punishment.” Commanded the Captain.
Crusty responded with a salute, reared his head and sent the first of twenty-five cracks of the whip across Mizzen's backside – soliciting muffled screams of pain with each snap of the whip.
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Post by Lucky Charm on Feb 21, 2014 20:45:53 GMT -5
Lucky took to the task he'd been assigned with all the gusto of a pony despondently trying to forget something. So, not a whole lot, but he didn't slack off either. Once he'd found a bucket and swab he set to work without comment or complaint, starting with the upper deck. He wasn't sure what Shoal meant by that parting comment, but anything involving screaming couldn't be good.
He was just thinking about that when the hour turned and a horn sounded nearby. He waited just long enough to hear what the penalty would be, then silently picked up his cleaning equipment and trotted off down belowdecks. He could find something to clean in the hold. Or the galley. Or anywhere far from the sounds that seemed to follow him down no matter where he went...
A thought stopped the Pegasus in his tracks. Should I be up there? He wondered. It was my fool mistake that threw me off-course. My fault as much as... He shook the notion away as the screaming picked up. Maybe he should be punished for his idiocy - Luna knew somepony else already had been - but he wasn't about to go volunteer. He couldn't bear to hear the sounds coming from up there. To be the pony making them...
Maybe there was an even lower part of the hold, behind some crates, that needed scrubbing. He could even sleep there. He didn't think he wanted to see anyone for a while.
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Post by Julius Softpaw on Feb 25, 2014 11:48:41 GMT -5
Julius nodded and went to look for a bucket and swab. Once he found one, he went straight to work,focusing mostly on the rails and making sure the knots were nice and tight. He continued working up until the hour turned and the horn sounded.
Looking up from the rail he was cleaning, Julius caught sight of the crew gathering around a bound Mizzen Mast. He knew what was coming. Tossing the swab into his bucket, he picked it up and headed to the lower deck just in time to see Lucky head down even lower.
He hurried to catch up with Lucky, giving him a lopsided smile, which is always an odd sight when one has a beak. "Want some company?" He offered, "Because I do."
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Dusk Wing
Disciple Pony
You can always trust me to be untrustworthy.
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Post by Dusk Wing on Feb 26, 2014 20:23:28 GMT -5
Dusk Wing, while a little disappointed with the task they were given, knew not to be picky. So he let out a sigh and followed Lucky and Julius to get the cleaning supplies. With the items in hoof, Dusk set about cleaning.
Though he didn't care much for the task, he did it to get his mind off the colt's death. As he worked his mind began to wander and went to back to his stroll in Manehattan and the guard that was killed. He was snapped back to reality when a horn was sounded.
The pegasus looked around to see the reason for the horn. He saw the colt they had sent below and assumed that what was coming wasn't going to be pleasant. So he hurriedly pick up his bucket and made his way below deck. Down here he saw Julius and Lucky move down lower into the ship. Dusk chose not to follow them. Instead he set down his bucket and resumed cleaning.
"Why do I keep ending up arriving after those two?" Dusk muttered to himself. "It's getting a bit ridiculous." He was about to continue on a small rant, but the pained cries of the colt as he was being punished interrupted him. Every one of the colt's screams elicited a wince from Dusk. He wanted to help the child, but knew that doing so would cause too much trouble. So he stayed below and continued to clean.
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Kelp Cutter
Kelpie
New Kelpie
"No time for idlin'. Adventure awaits!"
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Post by Kelp Cutter on Feb 27, 2014 13:35:46 GMT -5
Kelp watched as Lucky, Julius, and Dusk grabbed cleaning equipment and went the menial task. Well, he certainly wasn't going to follow suit. The adventurer had no reason to feel guilty over what had happened, and neither did the others. But if they thought mopping and scrubbing was going to make them feel better, that was their business and not Kelp's.
The kelpie trotted over to the railing, resting his head and forelegs on it and staring out into the ocean. Some way to start an adventure.
After about an hour of daydreaming, a whistle from the forecastle caught Kelp's attention. Kelp watched as the guilty party made its way above deck, and the captain began reciting the to-be-delivered punishments. He also spotted the cleaning crew quietly make their way below deck, probably too gutless to watch. "Sissies," Kelp muttered once they were all well out of ear-shot.
Kelp grimaced at the pony's muffled screams after the first of twenty-five lashes. Didn't exactly look like a pleasant experience.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Mar 5, 2014 3:02:51 GMT -5
Hours passed and life aboard the ship returned to normal as if the incident earlier had never occurred, with the minor exception of Mizzen Masts occasional whimpers filtering from the crew quarters. Soon nightfall had crept over the bow as in the not so distant horizon the snow-capped peaks from the Northern Territories came into view. The weather begun to turn, quickly growing colder with each nautical mile they sailed toward their destination, till it was biting to the bone and frost quickly formed upon the breath and clung tightly to the wood of the deck. Now that night had begun to set, the only ponies on deck were the evening watch crew, with their heavy wool coats and caps to keep the chill from nipping at their fur. While they milled about the deck, watching for ice and navigating to their not so distant destination, the rest of the crew were below in the hold, playing Fanorona or Ninepenny Marl, while others whittled away the evening.
Meanwhile, in a cleared out section of the hold, near the rear of the vessel, a table was set up for the intrepid team that was lined with a variety of exotic fruits, cheeses and other equine delights. A small assortment of smoked meat was set aside for the two griffons, which Shoal already has partaken of. In the warm light of the candles and lanterns, a series of maps were lit that depicted the region they were heading for, with various marks and notes plastered upon them.
As the four came to rest upon the pillows laid out before them on the deck, all facing Ambassador Shoal and the Captain, who sat askew silently sipping cider from a pewter tankard that his hoof hug tightly, as if letting go would cause him fall overboard. Shoal sat pensive, slightly on edge, with a certain uncertainty in his eyes. He would occasionally grind his beak against itself as his focus shifted between the maps on the wall and the four hired hooves and talon. He waited for them to get comfortable before clearing his throat and addressing them.
“Now that we're all comfortable and acquainted, believe it is time we get onto what you all have been brought here to do.” She said, shifting on his cushion. “Just so we're all clear. You have been brought on this assignment to investigate some sort of structure recently spotted by the local Hippocampi, what you may not be entirely clear about is why the Griffon Kingdom as seen fit to hire the services of outsiders and mercenaries... well, as if it hasn't been already made apparent, this is not a typical operation.” Shoal explained, “Some time ago, I was made aware by the Hippocampi about this rumored structure. I brought my concerns, and those of the Hippocampi, to the Royal Council, however, in light of recent events it was of the opinion of the Council that this was not a priority for the Kingdom... or is it Queendom? That doesn't sound right; Matriarchy? Really, it's more of a junta now.” He rattled on as he spoke to himself, before catching himself trailing off, “As I was saying, the Council and thus my government wasn't interested, with one exception. One of the Fleet Admirals approached me expressing concern about a possible foot, or “hoof”-hold situation by any number of rogue factions in our territory – he wished for an investigation, one strictly off the books. He also provided me with these.”
Shoal turned his back and snatched off two photographs which were pinned to the map. He placed them down on the table so that everyone may see clearly. The first photograph, though blurry from a snow storm, appeared to show that of a stone structure, somewhat like a fortress. The second was a close-up of what appeared to be a banner billowing in a snow storm. It's white backing stood out against the cold dark stone of the edifice behind it and upon it was embossed with a symbol of a shield with two black horseshoes, one atop the other with the open dace opposite one another, and a splayed black phoenix clasping the shield in its claws.
“These were taken by a Fleet Scout. I assume it's this groups coat-of-arms, whoever they may be. That's all we know at this point; what we can say, however, is that the structure does not appear Changeling, nor Diamond Dog in design, so you all will not have to worry about that.” With that reassurance, Shoal ripped open and took a bite into one of the star shaped fruits laid out before him.
“That is why you all have been brought on, you are not technically working for Griffon Kingdom and should this go awry, our government can deny any involvement. You are all expendable – that is why the generous payment I've secure for you four, I hope, will suffice. With that said, here is your plan. Part one: Ascertain who or what has taken refuge in this desolate region and, if you can, figure out why. Part two: Determine their threat and size – we're not necessary interested in a bunch of refugees or utopian idealist forging the great wilderness, all the same, they may very well be an armed militia, rebels, or worse. Part three: Remove them. Now I'm not expecting you all to take on, perhaps, an army of sorts, but they can't stay there. You are to convince them to leave – I don't care how you do it, but they must be gone. I was assured by the Fleet Admiral that, should they insist on staying, he may see fit to act hostility against them and I, for one, rather not see any more bloodshed, if it can be avoided. Any questions before I continue?”
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Post by Lucky Charm on Mar 5, 2014 19:10:41 GMT -5
When Julius came up to him, Lucky teetered on the edge of turning the Griffon away so he could mope alone for a while, but ultimately he found he wanted some company, despite how far he'd gone into the ship to avoid it. He nodded, for once not feeling quite up to words. It wasn't like he would be worse off for the distraction. Even with layers of wood between them and his ears shut tight he could swear he still heard the screams, even louder than before. Maybe they were just echoing in his head, but that knowledge didn't make them seem any quieter.
Uncharacteristically taciturn, Lucky would prove difficult to engage in conversation for a while. He was like that for the rest of the day and well into the night, and though he had recovered enough to speak without coaxing by the time dinner rolled around he was far from his usual, animated self.
He had dressed for the weather in his own cold-weather clothing: A thick, gray, hooded cloak, matching scarf and legwarmers, with all the openings on his jacket closed up carefully to keep in heat. In addition to keeping the chill out, this gear had the advantage of being the right shade of dark gray to blend in well with shadows in almost any environment.
With his scarf pulled down to facilitate eating, Lucky listened to Shoal explaining their situation. He'd known the Council wasn't interested in this investigation and that Shoal was funding it all himself, but this whole 'expendable' business was a bit unsettling to hear. Still, he'd been in odd places before. What really worried him were his orders, so that was what he brought up first when Shoal asked if they had questions.
"A few," he said, after a moment's thought. "First, does the third order stand if they're clearly harmless? Just colonists or something? Doesn't seem much reason to drive out unarmed refugees. Second, do we have any resources available besides what we each brought? Some gear you had ready, or something? Third, if it comes to negotiating for their leaving, what do we have to bargain with? I know the Kingdom isn't really involved, so I don't expect we can make promises on its behalf. Finally, how long will the ship wait for us? If we're on a time limit I'd like to know now." He didn't want to find himself stuck surviving in the frozen north without proper supplies.
As he spoke, the Pegasus examined both pictures carefully. The snowstorm was making details a little fuzzy, but he could see the banner well enough and the general shape of the keep. He thought back as much as he could, searching years of collected trivia, a great knowledge of history and folklore from multiple races, a firsthoof understanding of several lands and styles and simply a vast breadth of general knowledge for any clue as to who or what might have built that fortress, and what that banner might mean.
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Post by Julius Softpaw on Mar 6, 2014 13:55:35 GMT -5
After filling a few minutes with half-hearted attempts at conversation, Julius decided that it would probably be best if he just got to work. Once he had finished scrubbing every inch of the small area of the hold, he simply sat down to sharpen his knives, spending special attention to the one he had thrown before that had hit a metal beam. He attempted to at least make it a little straighter, but gave up after a few minutes. Cursing, he took out his belt knife, already honed to an edge that would shame a razor, and started to sharpen that.
He kept this up until dinner was called. Julius, once he had gathered a small plate of roasted, albeit unidentifiable, meat and a few choice fruits, sat down to listen to Shoal's little speech and Lucky's various questions. "I have no questions that have not already been asked, Herr Whitecap."
With that out of the way, Julius leaned over to look at the two photographs placed on the table, looking close to spot anything with his keen eyes that may have been missed. While he was doing that, though, he was also thinking, trying to remember anything from his travels that may explain the odd banner.
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Dusk Wing
Disciple Pony
You can always trust me to be untrustworthy.
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Post by Dusk Wing on Mar 6, 2014 14:53:10 GMT -5
Dusk Wing continued to clean even after he had stopped thinking about the colt's death. Instead it was more to prevent him from becoming bored. For when he gets bored he gets antsy, which wouldn't be very good while on a boat. Though, as it got colder he did grab the black coat he had brought with him.
He stopped cleaning when it was time for dinner. So he joined the others at the table they had set up. Feeling very hungry, Dusk filled his plate with fruit and was eating it as Shoal was telling them about their objective. By the time Shoal finished, Dusk's plate was completely empty.
The knowledge of their objective seemed to trouble some of the team, yet Dusk felt nothing but excitement. "You want us to sneak into this... fortress, which we know next to nothing about, and get the residence to abandon it? Using only what we have on hoof?" Dusk asks, some of his excitement leaking into his voice, while he examines the fortress in the pictures. "I am going to enjoy this." he adds before Shoal can answer.
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Kelp Cutter
Kelpie
New Kelpie
"No time for idlin'. Adventure awaits!"
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Post by Kelp Cutter on Mar 6, 2014 19:02:23 GMT -5
Kelp remained above deck as the shipped sailed northward, finally descending below deck when the temperature began to drop. The kelpie wrapped himself in the cold-weather clothes Shoal had provided, hunkering down on the floor next to his hammock. "Hate th' cold," he muttered.
The hippocampus finally met up with the others when it was time to eat, grabbing plenty of the offered food for himself. He glanced at the two photos while Shoal talked, not bothering to lean closer to get a better look. One showed a fuzzy fortress, the other an equestrian-looking banner. Neither looked familiar.
"Goin' off what Lucky said..." Kelp said through a mouthful of food. He gave a hard swallow, forcing the half-chewed fruit down his throat. "If we're not on 'kingdom business', we ain't got much authority for kickin' anyone out. I'm fine with clearin' out an encampment-a fiendish rogues, but slaughterin' innocent settlers wasn't in th' job description."
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Mar 10, 2014 4:25:13 GMT -5
“You're not expected to make promises, only 'enlighten' them as to the gravity of what they're doing.” Shoal replied, “Settlers or something more, they are within griffon territory and are not allowed to just take up land as they see fit. They can appeal for reside – bah, no matter. They just need to be gone.” With that statement, Shoal removed a scroll from a pouch at his side and placed it upon the table. “Here, it's not official, but only a member of the Council would know that.” The scroll bore a wax sigil, though appearing official, it was a remnant of the old King Whitefeather, something no longer valid. Indeed, aside from the way the griffon on it's red, waxy surface faced, it appeared entirely valid, though now since the death of the King, it was to face to the left instead of the right. Any griffon worth their weight in politics would know such a seal would invalidate the agreement if it was brought before a court. “This declaration should convince them that you are on the level and working on behalf of the Griffon Kingdom. Of course, should something go wrong, this document allows the Council to deny any involvement – invalid as it is. However, don't think that just because the Royal Rocks is not involved, that you are completely without writ, you do have the support of a certain Fleet Admiral and myself, acting as ambassador.”
Shoal snapped to Kelp Cutter, his eagle eyes starring down the Hippocampi as if he had just insulted his nest mates, “You are not to slaughter anyone.” He regained his composure. “This is intended to be diplomatic; if it should come down to it, you may defend yourselves and retreat. Our Fleet support will deal with them later, if it comes to that, but I hope – for all our sakes, it does not.”
The griffon cracked his talons and sat back upright, returning to his more subdued demeanor. “Yes, Lucky, I have secured supplies to assist you all on this. I have cold weather gear, provisions, and other essentials. And then there is this.” Shoal turned to his side and reached out at a small blanket covering something under the maps. As he whipped it away, underneath was revealed an unusual device connected to a harness – comprised of a microphone and other griffon technology. “This is something new the birds at R&D have cooked up and you will be the first to get try it. They call it a, 'D.B.A.R.S”, or Dragon Breath Audio Receiver/Sender – I wanted to call it a 'radio', but they said that sounded silly. Anyway, as I am far too important to throw myself on the front lines with the four of you, I will communicate with the uninvited 'colonists' through this. This should put more weight in the demands – also, one of you will have to carry on your back. Speaking of weight, I was hoping an Earth Pony would sign-up for this but since none did, whoever believes they can handle a little extra weight will have to carry it on their back.”
Shoal scooted over the D.B.A.R.S and fiddled with some nobs till the device let out an ear piercing screech as it sprang to life. “Despite it's intimidating look, it's quite simple to operate. Just turn it on with this nob.” He said, pointing to a turn dial with a red top he had just turned. “Adjust volume here for the speaker,” pointing to another turn dial, “And you can transmit using this,” He said as he picked up the receiver, which had a device on it for a pony to hook their hoof through so they wouldn't have to mumble with their mouth full of the handle like receiver. “There's a button beside the receiver that allows me to hear everything said and reply back. Just turn this little nob here if you want me to transmit to the room or directly to someone's ear – or you can mute me with this button. Please don't mute me.” He demonstrated the remaining nobs and do-dads before turning the device back off.
Shoal returned to his seat at the table before continuing, “No promises are to be made in this. They have two options to them, leave or face later reprisal that won't be so kind as this fair warning. It is partially a bluff, until I can secure entire support from the Council, but again, they won't know that and have no reason to know that.” Shoal held up his talon, “So, identify the settlers and assess thier threat,” He said as he lowered one talon, counting them down one by one, “Then, make contact with them; give them the demands and; if need be, convince them of the gravity of their situation.” He then snatched up a pewter mug and took a sip and wiped his beak, “Is that clear? And Captain, as to Lucky's last ques-”
“As long as your bits are good, Ambassador, they can have all the time in the world. On one minor condition, so long as it doesn't threaten the well-being of my crew or my ship.” The Captain gruffly explained.
“There, so you have a few days.” Shoal reiterated, “But, it shouldn't take more than a day though, barring a freak snow storm or something like that. The structure is only a brisk walk from the shore you are to disembark from.” He gestured towards the topography map, “Follow the trail from the shore into these hills, you'll climb for about and hour or two, depending on conditions, and then you will see the structure in the valley just on the other side. Should be there before the sun is highest in the sky. Not too hard, no?”
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Post by Lucky Charm on Mar 10, 2014 11:40:21 GMT -5
The banner, Lucky decided, was new. No power he'd ever heard of, at least. He could extrapolate a few things about the keep's new inhabitants from it, but for now he kept those hypotheses to himself. But while his eyes were busy with the picture, his ears (all one and a half of them) were following the Q&A session intently. He stopped to look up at Kelp Cutter, shocked at his suggestion. How had he come to that? Well, it did seem his heart was in the right place - he was protesting the idea, after all - but still, it was a bit unsettling that he jumped to such a violent conclusion.
Mollified by Shoal's response, Lucky returned to analyzing the other picture, trying to place the architecture. He'd assumed it would be an Equiterian ruin from its rumored sudden appearance, but now he wasn't so sure... Regardless, the reveal of the D-bars (as he would call the thing from now on) distracted him again, as he memorized the controls Shoal was showing them. Seemed fairly straightforward, and he was a quick learner.
Once all his questions were answered, the Pegasus looked over at the D-bars, trying to gauge the weight from looking at it. Didn't look too bad. His average summer day was a twelve- to sixteen-hour walk under a hot sun with heavy saddlebags, he could handle some rations and a fancy device for a day, maybe two. Then he looked over at Julius. "You should probably carry the scroll," he said evenly. "They might not believe it's from the Griffon Kingdom if it's a pony carrying it. I can do the talking if no one else will, I've done some negotiating before."
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Post by Julius Softpaw on Mar 10, 2014 20:04:34 GMT -5
After a while, Julius gave up trying to place the flag or the architecture, it just wasn't happening. He had mostly tuned out the talk of the others, but his head snapped up at what Kelp said. Even he, the trained killer, wasn't expecting that. He spoke in his quiet, slightly rasping voice. "This is, as Herr Whitecap has said, a negotiation, Kelp. Perhaps there will be time to fight later."
He then turned to look at the "radio," as Shoal called it, immediately gauging the weight. "I'm afraid I cannot carry that. I need to be able to move quickly, and that will only slow me down."
With that, he glanced at Lucky and nodded to his suggestion. "I think that would be wise." He turned toward Shoal and asked, "how long until we reach this temple?"
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Dusk Wing
Disciple Pony
You can always trust me to be untrustworthy.
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Post by Dusk Wing on Mar 10, 2014 20:43:16 GMT -5
Dusk continued to examine the fortress in the photo. Looking for any places they could use to enter. And attempting to estimate how many guards the place would have. Though the picture didn't have much to show upon further examination. A fact that Dusk found disappointing.
Then he heard Kelp Cutter's suggestion and his head snapped up. What he heard he found completely appalling. Listening to the others reactions they didn't like it either. Instead of stating his dissatisfaction with Kelp's suggestion, which he felt the others were doing just as well, he looked over the device that Shoal mentioned.
Based on it's size he doubted he'd be able to carry it for to long. Not that he would, since he likes to be able to move quickly. Though he was looking to see how it works. While he wouldn't be able to figure out the technical stuff, being able to operate it seemed easy enough.
"Well I'd be more than willing to talk to aid in the negotiations." Dusk stated as he looked at the others. "But if it turns out the residence are hostile we could always use this thing to create a distraction. That is, before we high tail it out of there."
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