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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Jun 24, 2014 19:03:54 GMT -5
Elder Camembert was clearly wary of the D.B.A.R.S, but reluctantly accepted the the group's explanation for the how the device worked. After all, it wasn't unheard of griffons developing technology that was not unlike pony magic – sometime frighteningly surpassing known magic. ”I see... and who is it that speaks?”
Shoal voice broke through the receiver, “Ambassador Shoal Whitecap of the Griffon Crown, deputy consul to the Hippocampi and minster of Northern Affairs. These four before you are acting in my consul and have the authority to speak on behalf of my rank and title. And who is this?” The voice demanded, to which Camembert replied with his name and title.
“If that is so, then that's good enough. You can turn that thing off.” Without waiting for the others to respond, Camembert used his magic to switch off the device, mimicking what Julius had done to activate it and merely reversing it. ”I truly hate politics – talking heads running around in circles, not my cup-o-tea, speaking of which I believe our tea is getting cold. This way.”
Elder Camembert lead the group down the hall and through a door, leading to an impressive library where there waited a platter of tea, a warm fire and comfy cushions to sit upon. Elder Camembert approached the fire, sat upon a very comfy cushion and begun filling cups from the kettle. ”So you all came here to discuss our presence in the Griffon lands. I'm surprised to see that they'd send ponies, a kelpie, and one lone griffon to discuss this. We had suspected the Crown was weakened, though never to such an extent they thought to send such a paltry force – no offense.” He took his cup into his hooves, bringing it to his snout and smelling deeply the tea's rich aroma. ”You don't need to explain yourselves, I know why you came and you can tell your beaked overlords that we have no intention of moving. Though understand this, it is not yours or the Kingdom's concern who we are or how long we've been here, but that our intentions are noble for both ponies and griffons.” He took a sip from his cup, taking a long moment to saver the taste. ”What I am willing to tell you is that we're elementalists; why we have been using the colder north to cover our actions – even if it proved futile. The increased ice and snow is, of course, our doing – surely you didn't believe the weather was always this foul during this season?” He chuckled to himself, ”That being said, I cannot nor will I agree to us relocating our temple – that is why you're here, correct? We're to leave peacefully or 'else', something along those lines?” The old unicorn said sipping his tea, ”Typical griffon reaction. The fact of the matter is, we cannot relocate. Our charge here prevents it and it would do best for all of us to keep it that way.”
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Dusk Wing
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Post by Dusk Wing on Jun 26, 2014 17:20:32 GMT -5
As Camembert and Shoal conversed, Dusk brought Julius' reluctance to fly to the fort to the forefront of his mind. Something about it was bothering him, yet he couldn't quite put his hoof on what it was. Thinking on the matter, he came to realize that Julius was the last one to leave their meeting with Shoal the previous night. Which, if Shoal was as corrupt as he thought, had him come to the conclusion the Ambassador gave Julius something as insurance the job we be done. A thought that caused his smile to falter.
Dusk was snapped out of his reverie by Camembert turning off the D.B.A.R.S. The Elder's comment about politics bringing forth another smile o the violet pegaus' face. "Not to mention, they always have something they're trying to hide." He stated, briefly making eye contact with the griffon mercenary. Directing his eyes forward before anyone else was able to notice, he followed the Elder to a library.
Dusk took a seat, and made himself comfortable as he listened to Camembert. His comment about their group bringing forth a chuckle from the pegasus. "None taken." He stated, sipping from the cup of tea he was given. He listened intently to the Elder, piecing together what he was hearing. While he didn't like what he was hearing, Dusk managed to keep a smirk on his face.
"So this monastery is basically a prison with one inmate." Dusk stated with a bit of indifference, as he sipped at the tea. "You're using your magic to keep whatever it is from causing a lot of damage. And judging from the way you talk about it, I'm gonna guess it's very dangerous and hard to contain." Taking one more sip, he sets the cup down, and looks at the Elder with piercing eyes. His smirk never leaving his face. "Am I correct in my assumptions, Elder Camembert?"
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Post by Julius Softpaw on Jun 26, 2014 19:03:12 GMT -5
Julius followed the Elder into the room and sat down across from him."politics was never my strong suite either." he politely declined the cup offered to him. "Despite what you think, we were not sent to evict you. Our mission was to confirm reports a mysterious structure, and we have done just that."
Julius caught the glance Dusk sent his way and answered it with a glare of his own, about to say something when he was interrupted by the Elder's casual insult. "Oh, none taken. They are simply... preoccupied at the moment. Though, might I ask the nature of this 'charge" you speak of?"
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Post by Lucky Charm on Jun 27, 2014 6:49:51 GMT -5
Lucky couldn't help but feel a bit relieved that Shoal was cut out and he didn't have to suggest it. He'd been trying to figure out how to broach the subject of his suspicions with the others. The Pegasus shrugged off the 'paltry' comment with his customary smile. "We're not exactly an army, are we?" He agreed cheerfully. "Though I did do some fighting when I ran with a pirate hunter for a while. Mostly weather duty, but some action."
He sat amiably, listening to the elder and sipping his tea. Not bad, considering they probably didn't get many regular shipments out here. He kept silent for several seconds after Camembert had finished speaking, thinking to himself, but was drawn out of his reverie by Dusk and Julius' comments. He glanced at Dusk. "'Charge' doesn't have to mean a prisoner," he pointed out. "Just as likely it's an object being guarded or maybe a mission of some kind."
He turned to the elder. "And I'm guessing you're not gonna tell us all the details just because we ask nicely, right? Don't suppose we can at least get some hint why it's so important? Might help us persuade Shoal to back off."
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Kelp Cutter
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Post by Kelp Cutter on Jun 29, 2014 20:12:40 GMT -5
Kelp followed the others into the library, huddling into his coat after he had hopped into one of the seats. The kelpie watched impatiently for Camembert to pour the tea and take a sip from his own cup, grabbing a cup for himself as soon as he had. He wasn't normally a tea-drinker, but in this cold he'd take anything warm.
The adventurer continued sipping while the others talked, having no real interest in Camembert's excuse or why the others had an interest in it. They were here to deliver the eviction notice, and the specific details of what was going on here wasn't their business. After all, curiosity killed the catfish.
"Yeah, that's a great story n' all," Kelp spoke, "But Shoal's really th' one who should be hearing this. That's why we brought th' dee-bar. We're really just here to do th' heavy liftin' regarding this... uh, diplomatic thingy."
The hippocampus took another long sip of his tea, nearly finishing what was left in his cup. "You got anything to eat with this?"
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Jul 11, 2014 15:59:07 GMT -5
Elder Camembert listened contently, softly sipping from his tea as the four pondered the nature of his mysterious charge, his ears twitching with each ponderous assumption. He, secretly, was taking delight in playing guessing games with these ponies, kelpi, and griffon taken in from the cold – as made clear by the smug grin plastered across his muzzle the whole time they were sitting comfortably enjoying a spot of tea. Once they were finished debating the nature of the group's presence here, Camembert sat his tea down to speak, addressing Dusk Wing and Lucky Charm's observations first.
”I can say that you are both wrong and both right, to a certain degree. We're not a prison here, not by any means, yet what resides in the belly of this temple is both quite dangerous and is very hard to... wouldn't say contain, control would be a better word for it. But we do protect that is what is.” Said the old stallion, ”And if you insist, Kelp Cutter, correct? Then I'll allow it.” His horn lit-up and with a magic flick, the strange device was turned back on. It was an odd creeping magic, one like fingers analyzing the workings of the device and with it, Camembert seemed to learn the thing with relative ease. Griffon technology, though almost like magic, rarely could surpass it in complexity and such, talented unicorns could learn its use with surprising ease. He clicked the receiver with his magic, and just as the stallion opened his muzzle to speak, Shoal's voice blared through the speaker loud and piercing.
“ANSWER!” The griffon on the other side screamed, pleading for response. It became clear that, like all good politicians, did not like to be ignored. Camembert quickly rolled down what must have been the volume control before he calmly addressed the irate cat-bird. ”I'm sorry about that, Ambassador Shoal Wh...” He mumbled a sir name, unsure if he had gotten it correct and exemplifying is next assertion, ”The storm must be affecting this device or perchance your entourage here just cannot operate this thing. Hard to say.” He cheekily proclaimed, though through a playful smirk directed at the four in-front of him. He mouthed the words, ”Just kidding”, then returned his attention back to the Ambassadors disembodied voice, ”I was just explaining why were are here and how we cannot leave. It is a very important reason, you see -”
“For the last time, who is speaking!? Lucky, Kelp, any of you – explain the situation?” Shoal demanded more answers, his voice increasingly frustrated. If they could see him now, they'd likely find him with fluffed feathers and fur, all helter-skelter. He'd spend the voyage home preening the whole way by the time they were through.
”Please, ambassador, there is no need to shout. I am Elder Camembert, and I am the one overseeing operations here along with others from my order.” The stallion explained, calmly and in stark contrast to Shoal. “And what 'Order' is that?” ”All in time, sir. All in good time. But first, I need to know if you are truly committed to removing us from this place? Understand that doing so is detrimental for all parties involved. Our temple houses something very powerful, ancient and important. Without our oversight of it, forces from the North, or even rogue elements in your Kingdom could very well take control or destroy that what is beneath the hooves of my ponies. We regret that we had to violate some arbitrary boundary, but lines in the sand mean little to us when we are the only ones capable of guarding the ancient thing in a just and civil manner. I'm sure there is something we can work out – do you want us to pay land taxes? Something stately like that?”
The device was quiet for a moment, reflecting quiet, before Shoal spoke up once more, “I understand your position to the extent you have explained, but understand that you have violated Griffon law by establishing a structure and community within our lands clandestinely. Had you appealed through the proper channels, then we may be able to work out some sort of arrangement, but as it stands now there is little we can do. I am here, as my four representatives, to see you peacefully expelled. Failure may result in military action against you and I don't want to see it come to that. Elder Camembert, you sounds like a reasonable and wise person, I implore you not to do anything rash. I want nothing but to see you and yours safely out of the Crown's land. If, what you say is true, I will inform the Crown of this ancient thing and we'll be sure to protect it like only the strength of the griffon military can. You shouldn't worry.”
Camembert lightly chuckled behind his hoof at Shoal assurance – he wasn't being swayed. ”While I don't doubt the might of the griffons, your kind can't protect it. Only we can, but I appreciate your offer none the less. However, I am going to have to politely decline, we are here to stay and if you believe your military has the time and resources currently to see to our hasty removal, than I'm afraid it will have to come down to that. Tragic as it may be.” Camembert turned away from the device and back to the four, his magic dissipating from the receiver. ”What about you four? Are you harbingers to our removal because some politician filled your pockets with some bits or are you more interested in seeing this land, Equestria, and the rest of the good creatures of this earth kept safe? I cannot willingly stop construction here and leave nor can I let you stop it, I hope you understand.” With his words, a deep dark magic swirled around the ground from Camembert's horn and before they knew it, they found themselves in another place – Julius would feel uneasy and queasy from this magic, more potent than most griffons could handle in such close proximity. A dark mysterious room somewhere else, but the stones at their hooves and paws, it must be somewhere in the partially constructed temple. They were still seated on their respective cushions and chair, the table with tea came with them as well, along with the rug beneath it. A faint rumble shock the group and the sounds of something large stirring nearby could be felt, with the distinctive sound of stone-on-stone scraping together emitting from behind where Camembert sat.
”I'm afraid, Kelp Cutter, that food will have to wait, my apologies please. But I need to know if you are with us or against us first.” Calmly he asked, the stallions tail swishing softly against him as he took up his tea in his hooves and drank the last of it from the cup.
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Dusk Wing
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Post by Dusk Wing on Jul 11, 2014 19:28:47 GMT -5
Dusk Wing ignored his companions, as he had his attention focused solely on Camembert, waiting for the older stallion's answer. His piercing eyes and confident smirk never wavering. And when the answer came, he listened just as intently. What the Elder said about what was going on at the temple was added to the growing list of things the violet pegasus knew about the situation. Information he knew would help him in handling the situation.
Picking back up the tea cup to find he only drank about half the contents, his expression turning somber as he takes a sip. He closes his eyes in contemplation as he attempts to figure out what to do. Sipping his tea and listening to the conversation held between the Elder and Shoal as he does this. While he could come up with a plan to get an outcome that benefits him, there was one thing that bothered him though. And that was that he had no idea what it was they were guarding.
He opens his eyes, his somber expression remaining, as the Elder turns back to their little group. As the Elder begins to address the four of them, Dusk raises an eyebrow. His expression quickly changes to one of surprise as they get teleported to somewhere else in the temple. The event left his somewhat befuddled, and his hat was knocked askew. And being in a new location would make escape that much more difficult, should it come to that.
Quickly recovering his composure, and righting his fedora, from the surprise of the sudden teleportation, Dusk took another sip of his tea. "Personally, I have no loyalty to Shoal." He throws a glance at the Elder. "While not completing a job would be bad for business, letting everything be killed would be even worse." He looks at the other three members of his group in turn. "I know I don't speak for them, but I am not your enemy." Finishing off the last of his tea, he sets the cup down and stares at Camembert with a mischievous glint in his eyes. After all, not being their enemy doesn't necessarily mean he's their ally.
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Post by Julius Softpaw on Jul 15, 2014 19:36:40 GMT -5
Julius listened to the exchange between the two leaders, muttering under his breath about 'fool ambassadors'. He was about to agree with Shoal when they were suddenly teleported. Julius, feeling sick to his stomach, nearly collapsed, leaning against Luck for half a moment before standing back up. "My apologies, Lucky. I... Don't do so well with magic." He chuckled and glanced at his surroundings before turning back to the Elder, a glower quickly growing on his face. "Where have you taken us?"
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Post by Lucky Charm on Jul 16, 2014 3:01:12 GMT -5
Lucky listened intently to the conversation, slowly gathering the pieces of the puzzle and trying to fit them together. So, whatever it was couldn't be guarded by the might of the Griffon Kingdom. It probably had to be guarded magically, explaining why the only three ponies he'd seen here were unicorns. Or alternately the operative part was to guard it in a 'just and civil manner.' Did that mean it was alive and they were worried the griffons would mistreat it? And was that stone-on-stone sound the maybe-a-creature itself, right there in the room with them? There was too much he didn't know.
The teleport took Lucky by surprise as much as anyone, but he adjusted quickly. He had been teleported before and even outside of that he was no stranger to a quick change of scenery. Julius obviously didn't take it as well - griffons and magic really didn't get along - but Lucky just offered him an encouraging 'no problem' smile and a shoulder to lean on while he got his bearings. Sometimes words weren't needed.
After that he took the time to finish his tea before speaking. Partly because it was getting cold and Captain Valiant had taught him it was a sin to waste good tea, but also to show everyone he wasn't unduly concerned by their odd surroundings or sudden transport and they shouldn't be either. One calm, patient pony could do wonders for the nerves of others.
When the drink was finished he set down the cup and looked up at Elder Camembert with a pleasantly neutral, thoughtful smile. "I believe in laying our cards on the table," he said. "I find honesty is best for a negotiation. So here's how I see it: We don't know the forces at your disposal, but judging by the size of the structure we're in I'd say you outnumber us. Those we have seen seem to be pretty powerful - storms like this aren't easily maintained long-term, I've worked enough weather to know."
The way he spoke he might as well have been relating what he'd learned about farming when he pitched in for cider season in Appleloosa. His tone matched his expression: Cheerful, relaxed and friendly. "As for the forces at our disposal, well, you're looking at them. If we wanted this situation to turn violent then I think we would very soon wish we hadn't wanted that. If what you're telling us is true - and I don't have much reason to think you're lying, seeing as you have the advantage - then us somehow succeeding might actually be worse, both for us and the world at large. And I do happen to like the world.
"So where does that leave us? Well, seems we don't have a lot of options, but I'm not a pony who likes to go back on his word, and Shoal's been pretty decent to us so far. I'd certainly appreciate knowing more about this charge of yours before I decide if I should turn my back on him now. It's not too much to ask for a chance to make an informed decision, is it?" He finished with a questioning tilt of his head.
Nothing he'd said was likely news to anyone, but that wasn't important. What mattered right now was presenting known facts in a way that looked good to the Elder and showing himself to be reasonable, respectful and, most important of all, aware that he did not hold the cards here. Camembert did, and acknowledging that should go a long way toward getting him to feel secure enough to explain further. And in the process maybe Lucky could figure something else out that had been bothering him.
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Kelp Cutter
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Post by Kelp Cutter on Jul 16, 2014 19:02:18 GMT -5
"You're a gullible bunch, aren't you?" Kelp said, his head turned to look at his three compatriots.
They hadn't known this guy for five minutes and already he had them eating out of his hooves with this 'saving the world' bit. At least that seemed true for Dusk and Lucky. Julius looked like he was going to redecorate the rug.
Camembert was making a big claim, one Kelp didn't see any reason to take his word on. It seemed less likely that this pony was saving the world than that he was an egotistical nut who had started a cult. That would certainly explain the wardrobe.
"Look Camemberry, I'm not with you or against you. My job was to get th' dee-bar here so you could talk to Shoal. How you want t' settle things with 'em and whatever you're doin' here isn't my business. Technically isn't any-a theirs either," he spoke, nodding towards the other three.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Jul 26, 2014 21:17:22 GMT -5
”Such straight-forward wisdom from a sea-dweller.” Said Camembert to Kelp's assertion. ”Not what I had come to expect from a lackey of the griffons. It's quite refreshing, not unlike this tea; it is quite brisk, is it not?” He inquired, inspecting his now empty cup, like a street psychic with a pot of tea leaves foreseeing the future of those opposite him. ”There are things in this world that are beyond the realm of ponies, griffons, and kelpies, things far greater than the Alicorns, powers which move and flow like the tides of an interstellar sea. These things are what give unicorns magic, pegasi the ability to fly and walk amongst the clouds, that which created the griffons and the ponies of the sea. A great conduit which binds all living things, great and small together – some may call it 'ether', others gods. This that is may also reside in the principles of our existence, that which are seemingly mundane to those blind to their true nature – that which surrounds us and eventually consumes us. Gods within their own right, these aspects of the ether reside right here with us, here in fact, right in this very room. And like gods, I'll let it be the final judge. Though misguided you are, I pray for its mercy. Be true of heart and unafraid.” With a poof and a cloud of vapor, Elder Camembert was gone. Only his empty chair remained and his teacup which had fallen to the stone floor and shattered.
From the darkness behind from where Elder Camembert had sat, the rumble from before grew increasing more agitated. The scarping of stone against stone was dinning, like a great avalanche which pierced the ears of the four as if it were daggers, stabbing deep into their heads. Talons across chalk boards; rattles of death from dying ponies. Not missing the flare for dramatics, rows of coal pits alight, illuminating the new room. A cold stone prison with rows of pylons flanking the four and their comfortable tea-table and cushions, and in the far distance, the source of the great disturbance, there rose a pile of seemingly nondescript rocks, molding and forming till they came together in a solid form. Now, standing before them, they found themselves in the presence of a remarkable being. A creature of granit and marble, standing upon four legs, it's head adorned with a great horn. It moved like a great lumbering rhinos of the Zebra Savannah, seemingly two alicorns tall and as large as a lumbering tank.
It approached, each step jarring the room and knocking dust and bits of stone. It felt like little-earthquakes under the hooves and paws of the four as it came closer, step by step. Behind the group, only darkness and a unremarkable wall, beyond the beast, another unremarkable wall. To the left and right, stone. Above and below, stone. They were trapped with the rocky thing.
”Now, now. He's won't attack unless provoked – just curious, is all.” Said Elder Camembert as be appeared beside the great stone beast, patting the moving rock's side. ”Oh, how rude of me. Gentleponies and birds, this is our charge, one of the great elementals. His name is difficult to pronounce unless you're a linguist in draconian, so we here affectionately call him 'Rock Rhino'; not the most creative, but it certainly gets the point of across.” The old stallion had lured them into an unexpected meeting with the thing, and now they were trapped. ”Go ahead, tell the great earth elemental your side. How you wish to remove us and doom him to forces that would see fit to destroy this world – the griffons are fools, your ambassador is a fool, are you fools as well? Walking merrily towards the cliffs edge, oblivious to the world around you. Tell us!” He commanded,
As Camembert spoke, the device Shoal was speaking through screamed to life, in the background of Shoal's voice came the sounds of a scuffle above deck. Shoal yelled into the device, demanding answers to what was happening. He exclaimed that someone had boarded their ship and he had locked himself inside his cabin. “What is going on!? Come in away team, the ship is being boarded. Oh I swear if this is all your doing, I will have your heads.” He scolded, ”What (broken transmission) trusting mer(broken transmission)...” He mumbled into the mic, broken by the storm.
((Sorry about delay, had to make several revisions))
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Dusk Wing
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Post by Dusk Wing on Jul 28, 2014 23:32:55 GMT -5
The reveal that the monk's charge was an earth elemental took Dusk Wing by surprise. It was certainly something that caused him to re-evaluate the situation they were in, and how to put the odds in the groups favor. He realized this is something he won't be able worm his way out of on his own. So, he'll have to come up with a plan to get them all out of this, alive and in one piece preferably.
Taking everything he knew, and thought he knew, about the situation was quickly analysed, and the relevance of each bit of information gauged. Taking what he believed to be relevant and discarding the rest, a plan, or at the very least an idea, took shape. Weighing the risk to the reward, he quickly chose to save it as plan B.
Until he heard Shoal on the D.B.A.R.S. What he heard brought back the memory of the guard the thugs killed. How he watched the light leave the stallion's eyes and how helpless he felt when unable to do anything about it. The memory brought out a resolve to not experience the same thing again.
Grabbing the teapot with his wings to refill his cup, Dusk looked at the Elder, a anger flashed in his eyes, before it disappeared just as quickly. "I assume this was your doing." Not a statement, but an accusation. "Shoal is arrogant and a fool, but attacking a ship full of ponies and griffons that have nothing to do with this. That's just deplorable." He puts down the kettle and takes a sip of his tea.
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Post by Julius Softpaw on Jul 29, 2014 17:13:33 GMT -5
Julius watched the Elder disappear and reappear next to the massive Earth Elemental. He let go of his belt knife, not even realizing that he had grabbed it. "How did you even find this creature?" Whatever answer he was about to receive was interrupted by the D.B.A.R.S. "How dare you attack them? Most of them didn't even know what we were doing here!" he turned one of the nobs on the D.B.A.R.S and spoke into it. "Herr Whitecap, can you hear me? What is your situation?"
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Post by Lucky Charm on Jul 29, 2014 19:46:11 GMT -5
As the terror rose in Lucky's heart at the sight of the massive elemental with which they shared a chamber, coupled with the knowledge that the sailors they'd arrived with were at that moment fighting for their lives, there was a moment of fugue where the surrealism of the situation left him oddly numb. For a second all he could think was I actually do know a bit of Draconian.
Then the spell broke. He forced himself not to leap out of his seat in a blind panic, biting back the urge to scream. Okay, Lucky. Think. You're trapped in a chamber with no exits, an angry and powerful unicorn and an even more powerful and presumably also angry earth elemental. Your allies are a thief, a mercenary and a hero of dubious credentials. You've been in worse spots. He gulped. Even if none come to mind right at this moment.
Still fighting the urge to run off - where to? - he forced himself to shut his eyes and take three deep breaths, his favored technique for dealing with overwhelming fear (besides running, of course). When he opened them again the others had cried out against the attack on the ship - and rightly so, he thought - and he felt able to open his mouth without screaming.
"T-there's no need for this," he addressed the elemental just as much as the elder, not bothering to hide the quiver in his voice. "Listen, we- those sailors- none of us ever wanted to endanger anyone. At the very least they don't deserve to die just for ferrying us here. Whatever happens to us, they're innocent. And if you're just trying to get to Whitecap..." He took another deep breath. "M-maybe you shouldn't.
"Alive, he's no threat to you. He can bluster all he likes, but he could never bring an army. He couldn't even muster a real diplomatic envoy. The Council doesn't even listen to him. But if you kill him and they find out then they'll consider it an attack, maybe even an act of war. I know he brought this trouble - and by extension so did we - but right now he's nothing but an underhoofed politician throwing us in the fire for his stupid agenda and thinking we don't know it. Please. Don't make him a martyr. Don't kill all those ponies and risk bringing war just to silence a voice that falls on deaf ears."
At this point he was so scared he honestly couldn't tell if this was a sound line of reasoning or if he was babbling incoherently. It sounded logical to him. Then again, tunneling out of here with a teacup sounded logical to him, but some part of him still seemed clear-headed enough to point out what a stupid idea that was. He would just have to pray to the Sisters and hope they weren't tired of his horseapples after the barrel incident.
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Kelp Cutter
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Post by Kelp Cutter on Aug 4, 2014 22:32:07 GMT -5
Kelp resisted letting out an unimpressed sigh as Camembert babbled on. A cult was simply a nut plus company, and this unicorn was sounding nuttier by the second. Camembert and his posse were convinced that they were here to save the world, and that weather manipulation had something to do with it. That's what was going on here.
But when Camembert disappeared in a puff of watery smoke, his teacup smashing to the stone floor below, Kelp instinctively hopped up from his seat and pulled out his sword. The hippocampi let out a curse through a mouthful of sword hilt, looking around the room for anything that might pop out at them. Camembert was definitely a nut, but any chance of him being a peaceful nut had likely been flushed down the river.
The coal pits revealed they were stuck in a room with no obvious exit. The approaching, scraping sound of rock against rock soon revealed they were here with an earth elemental. Then the dee-bar revealed that while they were here, with this earth elemental, and no obvious exit, Shoal and friends back at the ship were being boarded; likely Camembert's doing.
"C'mon, man," Kelp spoke, glancing over at Shoal's disembodied voice, "That's my payshek." Kelp wasn't confident that Camembert's word that the 'rock rhino' wouldn't attack meant anything. But he also wasn't confident that his sword would do much against a decidedly unfleshy beast.
"Lucky's righ'," Kelp continued, keeping his sword in his mouth. "And like I said, this inn't our business. Our business is leavin' here and gettin' paid. Tha' ain't helpin' any," he said with a nod towards the dee-bar.
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