"EQ game Convo- The Plans for Advancement"
By klimino (https://pastebin.com/u/klimino)

URL: https://pastebin.com/mebJr37g
Created on: Tuesday 16th of May 2017 11:42:45 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Sunday 25 of October 2020 03:45:44 AM UTC


[got lazy with this one, not sorry]


@Stray Shot
As the lil Pegasus was making his rounds around town, He suddenly notcied a shadow decending down on his location. Looking up, a Brown owl like griffon landed next to him, clad in thick gatorleather armor, one arm in a sling, and several throwing spears in a pouch on his back along with a pack. "Oi, yer tha Courier Strayshot ya? Griff sent me ta find ya, said you would be more then willing ta meet him over this matter."(edited)
Stray Shot-Today at 5:52 PM
Stray Shot trots through the town, dutifully delivering stuff ponies hire him to deliver! The stallion stiffens when he notices the form of a shadow descending over him, making him look up cautiously. Seeing the griffon, Stray seems a little on edge, but smiles politely. "Huh? Oh, yeah I know Griff!" He blinks, the forced fake smile being quickly replaced with a frown. "Is... Is something wrong?"
Griff Mc Beakface-Today at 5:55 PM
"nah, well, nothing major." the griffon looks around, oddly a bit unnerved if his feathers were anything to go off of. "Hes up in the mid-north of town, cant miss it, the barricades round our area should be a good enough indicator as any." he leans in "passwords 'dont fuck the duck.' anyways, thats it, if ye busy its ok, hes not expecting you right away." With that, the griffon flies off.
Stray Shot-Today at 5:57 PM
[sorry[]
Griff Mc Beakface-Today at 5:57 PM
[its ok, i made the mistake of looking back in there, it was painful]
Stray Shot-Today at 5:57 PM
[stray is getting put on trial OOC haha]
Griff Mc Beakface-Today at 5:57 PM
[griff will break him out defend him in court dont worry]
Stray Shot-Today at 6:00 PM
Stray Shot raises his eyebrow, leaning closer to the stranger as he explains the directions, the stallion nodding as he commits them to memory. When he tells him the password, Stray chuckles a little bit, waving a wing as the birb flies away. "Alright, I'll go ahead'n head over there!" He says as he hops off his hooves and flaps his wings to propel him to the mid-northern section of town
Griff Mc Beakface-Today at 6:03 PM
As Stray aproches ,he takes notice of the actually quite large section that seemed to have been cut off by makeshift walls and barricades, even having what looked like an attempt at making a gate near the 'front' of it. landing there, he spotted two more griffons clad in leather armor guarding the gate, an odd sight indeed. they raise an eyebrow as he aproches, then hold out their arms to block his path, thoguh they dont stop leaning on the wall. "password?" one yawns out.
Stray Shot-Today at 6:07 PM
Stray Shot lands and trots up to the griffon guards, looking them up and down in evaluation. Although he was clearly a little hesitant, a small smirk forms on his face as he leans forward and whispers, "don't fuck the duck."
Whiskeyjack-Today at 6:10 PM
[is there really a gryphon ghetto?]
Griff Mc Beakface-Today at 6:12 PM
The griffon smiles, and the other chuckles. "whoevers in charge of choosing those is fucking great..." one says, slamming on the 'gate' three times. it then...shakes. "Damn this thing!" Stray hears from inside, as it buckles a bunch, before swining open quickly, the griffon trying ot get it open nearly falling over as he goes with the door. "Damnit! this thing never opens well. well, come on in then.....whoever, mind if i ask what your doign here? Dont think ive seen you on any hunts." THe gray feathered Griffon, also in armor, says as he motions for Stray to come in. Inside the area, was...unexpected. There was a section for the preperation, creation, and repair of leather, another area where weapons were being repaired, an area where meat was being preppered and cooked, and even an area where many griffons were sparring, aswell as who knew how many areas with tables and even some Tents. [its.....yeah, totally, its a Griffon ghetto, nothing else at all.](edited)
Peyote (Poncho)-Today at 6:12 PM
(is this your NAP clu
*club
Griff Mc Beakface-Today at 6:14 PM
[nope. its just a place thats formed in part due to his hunting party. and its only that. nothing else, nope. just a griffon ghetto formed by a mutual activity and need. yup]
Peyote (Poncho)-Today at 6:14 PM
(Y-You don't trust me? Abloobloobloo
Griff Mc Beakface-Today at 6:16 PM
[to be fair we havent actually done much IC in awhile]
Peyote (Poncho)-Today at 6:16 PM
(I wanna eventually, I just seem to always be on at the wrong time :0
Griff Mc Beakface-Today at 6:16 PM
[yeah, such is life]
Stray Shot-Today at 6:17 PM
Stray Shot takes a tiny step backwards as the gate finally starts to open, his expression even and evaluating. He looks up at the gray Griffon, following his motion to enter. "M'name's Stray Shot..." He says, his voice trailing off as he looks around the inside area, tilting his head slightly and blinking. It reminded him of those old military camps the Roman Empire used. "This is... some kinda Griffon hangout? Someone told me Griff wanted me to come here." He looks over at the weapons repair station, and then to the leather tanning area, nodding slightly with a thin smile. "Impressive..."
Peyote (Poncho)-Today at 6:17 PM
(Same goes for Stray here. I gotta watch close
Griff Mc Beakface-Today at 6:21 PM
"oh? Griff eh? Well, any friend of his is a friend of ours!" he laughs as he closes the gaate, with a bit of difficulty, behind them. "Its something alright, we dont descriminate, got a few pony people around if ya look, but well....you guys dont have as much a reason to hunt, so most see no reason to come and join us." he smiles at Strays words, nodding hmself. Yup, we try our best to be self sufficient, THe embassy dont have their godaned hooves in our buisness, not if we can help it. Griffs over at the coma- at the biggest tent over there." He says pointing, beofre walking off.
Stray Shot-Today at 6:24 PM
Stray walks alongside the griffon as he leads him through the camp, his ears flickering as he listens. He gives the griffon a light smile when he laughs, but his comment about the embassy confused him a little. Not thinking much of it, he turns to look at the largest tent that he was pointed to. "Alright, thanks," he says with a nod before heading over to the tent and opening the flap, sticking his head inside and peeking around
Griff Mc Beakface-Today at 6:32 PM
inside, light up by many candles and such, he Sees Griff and a three other griffons stnading around a large table, many papers and maps, aswell as lil carved ponies and griffons and such, ontop in a chaotic mess. Griff was talking, scratching his chin feathers as he looked down. "Ahm not sure.....we havent hunted much there, still ah blindzone fars ahm concerned. Risky, Very Risky." A very well kept, good looking griffoness rolls her eyes, pointing furiously at a spot on the map. "Look, you yourself said you expect us to have to do this, and im tell you, we have to pick a spot that puts bad things between us and them if this is going to work." "That implies we have to go THROUGH that Danger Vermont..." A black, owl like griffon says, leaning forward on the table. "But enough, Daneils freind has arrived. Come, Stay is it, take a seat at our table. Can we get you anything? We have plenty of alchohol." Stray would notice how...much better, and uniform, this group of fours armor was, aswell as how they were armed quite well for simple hunters, though Griff had always had his axe, and the jungle of course called for more then just hunting equipment.
Griff Mc Beakface-Today at 6:41 PM
Griff laughs, shaking his head. "ponies seem ot only make cider, so its that or the dredge sum o tha boys cooked up...dont ask, ah havent even seen ah distillery mahself, so no idea where they're makin it."


Stray Shot-Today at 6:42 PM
Stray blushes, feeling silly for asking for cold beer. He didn't know why he thought such a refreshing drink, on ice, would be available to them here. "Oh! Okay... I'll just have, uh..." Stray shrugs and points a hoof at Griff. "Whatever he has."
"I mean... if it's not too much trouble..."

Griff Mc Beakface-Today at 6:49 PM
Laughing, The last unmentioned Griffon, another male, this one a striking mix of black eagle head and white lion body, nods, reaching behind him where a stack of mugs were, and slids a Cider puts a mug of Cider down infront of Stray. "Well Daneil, ill let you do the talking, was your idea to get this poor sap involved afterall." THe Black and white one says. Griff rolled his eyes, leaning in Strays direction. "Ignore Holiday, he likes drama." "That i do." He says, holding up a Cider Mug as he flops his legs onto the Table. "Oh, and this lovely Bitch is Vermont, our....second head of hunt. The Owl is Dexter." "Chamred."Dexter says with a nod, but VErmont simply leans back in her chair, giving Stray the 'i already dont like you' stare.

Stray Shot-Today at 6:57 PM
Stray Shot smiles up at the griffon that brings him the cider, nodding in thanks as he takes it in his hooves off the table and looks at each of the griffons he is introduced to. "Nice t'meet yall," he says with a nod in each of the griffons' direction with a lopsided grin, though it fades a bit as Vermont glares at him. He looks down into his mug to avert his gaze, bringing it to his lips and taking several large gulps of the (hopefully cold) cider. He looks back up at Griff from the mug, his smile replaced with a curious expression. "So what is this, anyway? Some huntin' club?"


Griff shrugs, his smile visibly shrinking.
“Ah...yeah, become ah bit more then just o club ah reckon, but eht based on huntin at its foundation.”

“All sorts of prey...” Holiday says, giving Stray a wide, mischievous grid.

Rolling his eyes, Griff suddenly starts clearing off a map, moving it infront of Stray. On it, he could see four positions had been marked on it.

Griff smiled wildly. “So, Stray, ya know what these are? Caves we have found, big ol caves....with bats. Ahn ya know why thats fukking great?”

Stray Shot-Today at 7:04 PM
Stray just returns Holidays michevious grin with a little chuckle, but soon brings his attention to the map Griff slides in front of him. At the question, he looks up at Griff and tilts his head, gesturing for him to go on.

Griff keeps smiling despite the lack of an answer, but puts a hand on Strays shoulder, smiling even wider somehow.

“that means we have a source of Saltpeter Stray....” he lets go, grabbing another map and pointing all the way at the bottom, “aaand with these volcanoes probably having Sulfur, that means.....”

Stray Shot-Today at 7:10 PM
Stray's eyes suddenly widen, looking up at Griff, and then down at the map again. The pony's tail starts to baaarely wag just behind him, and he gives Griff a big, lopsided smile. "Hooooly shit, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Griff smiles, nodding a bit. 
“Ah sure ahs fuck am! We got ourselves everythin we need fer good ol fashioned BLACK POWDER!” 

“Well, we know where all the resources are.” Dexter says, leaning forward.
“But not the equipment to get to it, and certainly not in large quantities...but that is why you are here, isnt that right Griff?”

Griff nods at Dexter, turning back to Stray. “Yup, our good friend eres ah courier fer tha Embassy, ahn works wit em pretty regularly. Probably trust him plenty by now.”


Stray Shot-Today at 7:17 PM
Stray's smile grows wider at the words 'BLACK POWDER', but he holds his enthusiasm, looking to Dexter as he talks and then to Griff. Hearing Griff's last two sentences, his smile suddenly drops to a neutral expression. "Wait... what?" He asks, blinking in confusion


Griff turns, his smile still wide on his face. 
“Well, ets simple really. See, tha Questrians are....” Griff rolls his claw, until Vermont speaks up.

“A bunch of backwards thinking pieces of shit?” She suggest, Griff sighing, but nods.

“Yah think they gon not be ah bit offput by us wantin tah make ourselves explosives, not tah mention damn nature lovers probably say were disturbin tha bats.....but if someone they trust were tha say they think somethin else be disturbin tha bats, well, they might just hand over tha spelunkin equipment like et was candeh, see?” Griff says, as Holiday offers Stray another Cider.

Stray Shot-Today at 7:29 PM
Stray Shot unconsciously gulps down the rest of the mug of cider and shifts in his seat, looking a bit uncomfortable but soon relaxing slightly as Griff explains. Stray takes the offered fresh mug of cider, giving a much more subdued nod of thanks to Holiday. He felt uneasy about being asked to lie to the Equestrians, but... it was just a little lie, right? "I dunno, I think they'd probably be alright with it, but I guess it don't matter. I just... if they found out I lied..." He says trailing off with a sigh, though he was obviously wanting to do it

Griff pats Strays back. “Thea wont, ahn if need be you'll just throw ah few o us hunters under tha bus tah cover yer tracks!” Griff says, Holiday and Vermont lifting a mug at that.

Next, Griff grabs the other map, pointing at the volcanoes.
“Now, this eres tha bigger problem.....see, we gon need ahlot more support tah git at this, but ah think you can help there aswell.”

Dexter clears his throat. “One thing at a time Daneil, lets not overbear the poor man.”

“Ah, right, sorry, just got excited thar Stray.” Griff says, scratching at his cheek a bit.


Stray Shot-Today at 7:39 PM
Stray leans forward to look over the table at the map, narrowing his eyes and looking at the location of the volcanoes in relation to the town. He clenches his jaw as he heard there's a bigger problem, putting his foreleg's elbow on the table and leaning his head on it. "Well wait, what's the bigger problem, though?" He asks

Griff sighed, pointing to the map.
“Tha Distance mostly. Ya think transportin sulfer through all that there jungle on foots gon be easy? Ahn by boat or airship, well, we dont have those too much.....but if we could, say, convince tha Equestrians tah let us borrow, even justa small one fer ah bit....”

Griff clears his throat, picking up the Cave map and rolling it up, offering it to Stray.
“But Dexters right, one problem ahtta time. First ya gotta git that Damned Embassy tah help us wit these old caves first.”

Stray Shot-Today at 9:52 PM
Stray Shot continues staring down at the map, taking another gulp of cider. He looks up when he hears 'Damned Embassy'. He soon lifts his head, glancing at all of the griffons with an inquisitive, though slightly concerned, gaze. "I'm jus'curious... What's so bad about the Equestrians?" He asks innocently


Griff frowned, coughing into his claw a bit.

Vermont started to lean forward, claw up, clearly ready to rant, but it was Holiday that spoke up first. 

“Does it matter? In this instance they and their way of thinking stand as an obstacle between us and something of great help to the humans of this town.”

He pulls his feet off the table, giving Stray a kind smile as he shrugs. “perhaps that in itself is a good enough example?”




Stray Shot-Today at 10:12 PM
Stray Shot switches his gaze to Holiday, who answered first. Stray looks to the side for a moment, as if thought, before shaking his head. He smiles curteously back to Holiday, shrugging. "Well, I just don't see why the Equestrians would say no. They even told me that's what that stuff is there for..." He scratches his head, again looking off to the side in consideration. "And even if they did say no, I reaaaallly don't see them forbidding you from goin' up to a cave." Some beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead as he looks at the larger group of griffons, but then sets his gaze on Griff. "Have you... talked to them before? I don't understand..." He asks in a quiet, soft voice.


Griff shrugs, shaking his head. 
“Nah, we simply feel ets not worth that risk. Afta tha one party went....south, sum o us also avent been....on their good boy list, tah say tha least.”

Dexter cleared his throat, standing.
“we go out into those jungles every day nearly Stray my good man. I can tell you this: Getting better weaponry would save lives, and risking them prolonging the process or hindering it directly will cost lives. I mean not to push you or sway you with fear, but those are the facts we have come to as a group. “

“Maybe if they didn't cause a damned food shortage...” Vermont grumbles out, Before a stern look from Griff shuts her up.

Griff nods, turning to Stray, a serious but understanding look in his eyes.
“Ah know yah dont agree wit all our opinions on this matter, but know ah wouldn't ask this of ya if ah didnt think eet wasn't tha best way ah thought ah could help this town...”


Stray Shot-Today at 10:34 PM
Stray continues sitting in the chair, though his previously limp relaxed body in the chair was tense. He listens to Dexter, then Vermont, making an incredulous expression at her claim. When Griff speaks, the stallion seems to listen more intently, and his ears slowly pin back against his head. "Oh, I know black powder would help the town, I just..." Stray shrugs, "I work for 'em, y'know? They pay my bills, and... ..." He says with a sigh. He sits there silently for several long seconds, staring down at the map with an increasingly dejected expression. "I'm sorry Griff..." He says, his body tense as he scoots the chair back from the table and hops off. His stomach felt like it was twisting. He thought to himself about how great it would be to get a hold of blackpowder, and he turns Griff's offer over again in his mind. He felt afraid of what would happen if things went wrong, and he felt uncomfortable with being asked to deceive to obtain the necessary equipment. A quick run through his mind of what he perceived might happen if the Equestrians found out he lied ranged from images of him sitting out in the rain with no money, to being sentenced in front of a court. "I can't do it... I'm sorry..." he says with a sullen frown, standing to his hooves and turning to face the exit. "I won't stop you, but I can't be a part of this..."

Griff frowns, sighing heavily as he looks down.
A few seconds pass, but he nods, looking with with a weak smile.
“Bah, we'll figure it out ourselves, ah understand, twas a lot tah ask of ya.” Griff chuckles, shrugging. 

“Well thats that, C'mon Stray, ahll show ya round, less ya just feel li-”

Suddenly Vermont was on her feet, slamming her claws down. “Really?! Your so afraid of what they would do to you that you would let the town go without a necessary defense!? You li-” Holiday was on her in a second, mouth around her beak as he dragged her backwards as she thrashed wildly.

Dexter got up too, sighing. “Im sorry about that Stray, She has....more personal reasons to feel strongly about this then others, please excuse us.” 

After the others had left, Griff sighed, running his claws down his face. 
“Ahm sorry bout that too....She means well but shes pretty hot blooded.”

Stray Shot-Today at 10:54 PM
Stray Shot starts to relax a little as Griff speaks, though when he hears claws slamming down he immediately tenses up, staggering backwards from Vermont and starting to lift a hoof in self-preservation instinct, but when Dexter grabs her back, his hoof softly clops to the ground as he's left there standing with clenched teeth. As she's dragged away, his tense body slightly relaxes, but it's obvious by his expression that he was clearly on edge. "S-sorry... I just, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, Griff," he says in a hurried, unsettled voice as he starts to head for the door

Griff sighs, jumping a bit to catch up with Stray. 
“Wait, wait....Least lemme walk ya to that gate....” 

Griff sighs, simply walking next to Stray, trying his best to make it clear he wasnt going to force him to slow down or anything. 

“Look..i....This was a bad idea, wasnt it? Im sorry, I tried to git ya roped inta shit I shouldn't ahf, no matter if ah thought my intentions were good or naught.”

Griff scratches his head as they got to the gate, nodding for the gatekeeper to open it, though with how it was, this was taking a bit of time.

“Ah....fuck, ah never meant tah put ya on tha spot like that or git ya threatened nor scared....just...fergit anny o this went down or somethin, ah dont want it hangin ova yer head...”


Stray Shot-Today at 11:22 PM
Stray Shot walks out of the tent with a brisk gait, though he slows down a bit as Griff catches up to him. When they get to the gate, Stray looks down at the ground and sighs before looking up at Griff with folded back ears. "I know you've got good intentions Griff..." he says, sighing, "I just... I don't see it that way..." he says, trailing off somewhat awkwardly as he wonders if he's even making sense. "N t'tell you the truth, 'bout what Vermont said back there," he says, gesturing towards the tent, "I ain't loyal to this town, to Equestria, or anything else," he says matter-of-factly, as if he'd held that in since the event with Vermont. When the gate finally opens, he takes a step forward, but looks back to Griff. "Maybe we'll go huntin' together or somethin' though." he says in a quiet tone, his wide blue eyes looking tired.


Griff frowns, going a bit limp as he hears Stray talk, letting him walk out.

“Ahm....sorry to hear that.....” Griff takes a deep breath, saddened greatly not by his refusal to help, but by his statements on loyalty.

“I....maybe we could've, maybe.....Dont....get too close to the Equestrians, nor tha Embassy...ah care nuff bout ya Stray tah tell yah that, even if ya clearly dont back....”

Griff nods, and the gates slowly closes, separating the two.

Griff looked down, before sulking back to his work.

"I care..." Stray mumbles to himself as the gate closes behind him, biting his bottom lip as he blinks tears out of his eyes and flies away