- The Monster Attacks while Titus and Sling are both at home with Arrow one evening. Arrow and Titus escape, but Sling isn't so lucky.   _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _     [18:16]  * Sling_Swivel lays beside the fire, relaxing with a mug of hot coco spruced up with one of Star and Lemon's mint candies dissolving within it, "Mmmh... this is nice..." he mutters, stretching a bit.     [18:18]  * Titus is currently spending his time sucking on 3 pieces of candy at once. Who knew the big guy had a sweet tooth?     [18:20]  * Sling_Swivel rolls over a bit, "You really like those, don't you?" he asks, grinning faintly.     [18:21]  * Titus chuckles, shaking his head. "Yuu don' efen know, la'." Talking with his mouth full, charming!     [18:23]  * Sling_Swivel chuckles, lying upon his side facing Titus and away from the fire. "I'll have to see how much they were going for... but we can't be spending our Spring Funds on candy, y'know?"     [18:30]  * Titus nods quickly, not saying anything in response and reclining back into his chair. Arrow meanwhile is leaning up against Sling and staring at Titus.     [18:34]  * Sling_Swivel snorts a bit and rolls onto his belly, keeping close to Arrow all the same. "Say, how's her leg been doing?" he asks, nuzzling the pup.     [18:36] "Better! She's even limpin' a wee bit less. Not t' mention its infection's clearin' up."     [18:38]  * Sling_Swivel raises his head and nods a bit, "Ahh, good to hear. Still wish he could do that tendon fix thing... or something. Really get her all back to normal," he says, making a bit of a face.     [18:39] Overcoming the sound of their voices and the fire, a gust of wind causes the house to creak and whine completely. Arrow immediately begins to bark at the unnaturally strong breeze, that now whistles furiously... [roll perception]     [18:40]  * Sling_Swivel lurches away from Arrow as she reacts, "Woah... girl, woah..." he says in surprise.   [18:40] !roll 1d20+1 [18:40] Sling_Swivel rolled 1d20: 20       [18:41] !roll 1d20-2 [18:41] Titus rolled 1d20: 2     [18:41] "What in th' hell is she on about, then?"     [18:42]  * Sling_Swivel 's ears perk up, swiveling, "Er... man, I dunno..." he replies, rising onto all four hooves and growing concerned...     [18:43]  * Titus tilts his head, leaning back. "You look spooked. So does she... Something going on, lad?"     [18:43] Titus can't hear much beyond the noise of his dog and the wind. The cacophony goes on, with a murmur being carried into the house, perceived only by one of the two ponies... Meanwhile, Arrow gets incredibly nervous, to the poin she shakes and frantically looks around her, crying instead of barking now.     [18:45]  * Titus quickly taps his hoof on the ground, calling Arrow over! "C'mere, lass, don't worry, now, it's okay..."     [18:45]  * Sling_Swivel moves to comfort Arrow as she grows increasingly upset... but freezes suddenly, his ears lying back, tail tucking up between his legs at the sound...   [18:46]  * Sling_Swivel 's eyes grow wide and he swallows hard, "Ti... Ti... did you hear that?" he asks, looking to the larger Stallion, fear evident upon his face.     [18:47] "Nae, I didn' hear shit, lad."     [18:48] Arrow darts over Titus, pressing against him and nestling at his hooves, still panicking every so often during which she barks and cries. The noises outside the house gradually come to a halt, reaching a peace that delimits into unsettling. What is really notorious to both stallions besides the lack of sound, is the fact that the temperature started to descend inside the place. Regardless of the fire, which weakens at the unnatural event, they can see clouds of steam every time they speak.     [18:48]  * Titus slowly gets to his hooves. "...Aww, shite, this is tha' fookin' ghost thing 'yer told me about, innit? Help me push th' couch."     [18:49] "It's that thing... I'm sure of it... remember? I told you? And that guy yesterday... It's... it's her..." Silng stammers, puffing steam with short, panicked breaths...   [18:50] "The Couch... the Fire!" he shouts as the temperature drops... "Can you handle the the Couch?" he asks, suddenly springing into action, moving to the fireplace, attempting to fan the flames.     [18:50] "Aye, I fookin' remember. Best course of action is t' not panic, lad. Just get th' side of th' couch!"   [18:51]  * Titus takes his sudden movement to the fire as indication to move the couch in front of the door.     [18:52]  * Sling_Swivel nods quickly to Titus, grabbing some smaller kindling to try to keep the fire alive with.     [18:55] The fire is kept alive, but it doesn't grow from a few burning coals that barely emit warmth. Without having to struggle much, Titus blocks the entrance of their place at the same time something hits on the door, with enough strength to shake the whole front wall. The windows are now covered in frost of intricate patterns.*SNAP!**CRACK!* Something behind the door breaks, but without seeing it, is impossible to say what... then it strikes the wooden gate again, while a heavy, monstrous breathing reigns on the outside ambiance. https://www.youtube.com/watch?     [18:58] !roll 1d20-2 [18:58] Titus rolled 1d20: 1       [18:58]  * Sling_Swivel screams and shoves a great bundle of kindling into the dying coals in a last desperate effort to keep the fire alight, "It's Back! Oh God, It's back!"   [18:58] !roll 1d20+1 [18:58] Sling_Swivel rolled 1d20: 12       [18:59]  * Titus sits down on the couch, putting quite a bit of extra weight between the inside and the outside. "NO FUCKIN' SOLICITORS!"     [19:02] Titus is still impervious to the whisper that is carried into the house. Be it because he is more affected by the situation, or because it knows his name, Sling hears the voice again... The other stallion struggles to keep the door barricaded, when a last blow against it pushes him with couch and all several inches away from it! The presence outside the hut has made Arrow go into full panic, crying and cowering on a corner. [Titus, make a strength roll]     [19:03] !roll 1d20+2 [19:03] Titus rolled 1d20: 6       [19:05]  * Sling_Swivel is off in his own little world consumed by panic, he covers his head with his forelegs and lurches about, staring, terrified at the door, "Please! Let us be! Why? Why are you doing this? Please!" he cries in terror.     [19:06] "SLING, STOP FUCKING ABOUT AND HELP ME KEEP THIS DAMNED HOUSE STANDING!"     [19:08]  * Sling_Swivel is shaking, he turns to look at Titus, the big Stallion's words not quite registering...     [19:08] The strong stallion (Please tell me how you look by PMs, Titus) fails to push the couch back against the door, and a quick but strong blow of the thing outside pushes it partially open. With enough space to shove a hoof inside, something white nails a spike like limb on the exposed threshold of the door. Cold and wind enters the house through the fissure, and the fire finally dies.   [19:08] [Titus, you can make another strength roll to try and push the door closed. Sling, make a Will Save against fear]     [19:08] !roll 1d20+2 [19:08] Titus rolled 1d20: 12       [19:09] !roll 1d20+2 [19:09] Sling_Swivel rolled 1d20: 15       [19:09] "OH FUCK RIGHT OFF! I JUST SAID NO SOLICITORS! DIDN'T Y' SEE THE BLOODY SIGN ON TH' DOOR?!"   [19:10]  * Titus slams the door against the strange limb, growling. "THIS IS MY FUCKING HOUSE AND I'LL NOT HAVE IT BLOWN OVER BY SOME SHITE CREATURE FROM SOME SHITTY FOREST!"     [19:12] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sKF-ssqKAXQ] The blue unicorn slams the door with enough strength to crush whatever material the limb was made of, but hears no cry of agony from the other side of the entrance. Sling, in the meanwhile, manages to get back on his senses, but still shivers intensely from the fear he experiences. After the door was shut, peace returns to the house in the way of a strange, uncomfortable silence. The windows continue to be frozen, and without the fire, temperature has gone low enough to send shivers down both ponies' spines... not like Sling didn't have them before.     [19:15]  * Sling_Swivel regains his senses and leaps to the couch, bacing himself against it to lend to Titus's efforts with all of his might... as silence falls over the home, he remains firmly braced against the couch, whimpering and muttering unintelligibly, eyes squinched such tightly.     [19:16]  * Titus exhales, pushing the couch tight against the door. Surprisingly, the big buck chuckles. "This is fun. Haven't had this kind'a thrill in a right long fookin' time."     [19:17]  * Sling_Swivel looks up at Titus for a moment, opening his eyes, only managing a whiny squeak in response.     [19:18]  * Titus smirks at the stallion and relaxes in the couch momentarily. If he was bothered by the cold he wasn't showing it. "Will admit though, gave me a wee bit'a fright when it stuck tha' thing int'a th' door."     [19:19] Something drags on the snow outside... Its shadow can be seen when it passes in front of the frozen windows. In closer inspection, the patterns of frost in them seem to be arranged in a way that resemble deformed Equestrian letters, but none of them make sense or form a word. *scrap scrap* Another noise reaches their ears. Whatever is outside has stopped 'moving' and now scraps, weakly, at the door. Judging by the sound, it's probably with a sharp tool. Arrow continues to cry in a corner...     [19:20] "OI! You best not be scratchin' up me door! That thing was a bitch t' make!"   [19:21]  * Titus looks back at the door, before sighing and smirking slightly. "Gotta make humor of everything, don't we?"     [19:22]  * Sling_Swivel gasps sharply as the thing moves about, looking from the window, to Titus, to Arrow, and then back to the door... "I just.. I don't want to die..." he mumbles, still braced against the couch.     [19:23]  * Titus smiles at Sling, stretching his neck. "I don't either, lad. No fun in bein' dead, is there? Which is why if 'at thing gets in we're gonna kick it's fookin' gob until we hit brain."     [19:25]  * Sling_Swivel looks to Titus, then back to the door, staring intently at it, ears rising at the sound, "It's that Mare... the Blue Mare... she spoke to me," he mumbles.     [19:26] The scrapping sound continues without being affected by Titus' words. A small whistle outside tells them that the wind has came back, noisy and strong as usual during the cold nights of Winter. *scrap scrap**THUMP* The thing outside slams the door a last time after being done scrapping, and its heavy breathing can be heard once more as it drags its presence around the house...   [19:26] [roll perception]     [19:26]  * Titus tilts his head. "And what's she sayin', lad? She wavin' th' white flag? Makes sense a frenchie'd try t' bust down my door."   [19:26] !roll 1d20-2 [19:26] Titus rolled 1d20: 2       [19:26] !roll 1d20+1 [19:26] Sling_Swivel rolled 1d20: 8     [19:27]  * Sling_Swivel cringes as the thing works on the door for a time, "N-no... she... wants us to... wants me to go out there..."     [19:28] "Well, isn't that a fuckin' terrible idea, then! Let's not do that, unless y' wanna die, of course."   [19:29] "Wait... I think I know what th' thing was doing."   [19:29]  * Titus groans, leaning back. "If m' guess is right, it just wrote somethin' on our door. Might be wrong, though."     [19:30] None of the stallion can hear it clearly this time, but there's a whisper on the ambiance, spoken softly and almost seductively to them. They can't quite make the words, but the way they are spoken talks of a surprisingly pleasant source for them... What is clear to Titus and Sling is the big slam on the left wall of the house, accompanied by the noise of multiple things being nailed on it. The noise moves to be above now, as the 'presence' escalates the wall and gets over the rooftop... at least judging by from where the breathing sound comes from now.     [19:31] "OI! STOP FUCKING WITH MY HOUSE! Shitty fuckin' monsters, can't even respect my property."     [19:33]  * Sling_Swivel jolts away from the couch, tumbling over into his side for a moment as the thing peppers the wall with... something. Scrambling to his hooves, looks up at the ceiling in panic, "Oh God, I think she's on the roof!" he shouts, "Ti! is ther a Flue on the fireplace?" he snaps.     [19:34] "Calm down, lad, there is! I had too much'a my shite eaten by those wierd-ass ball bug things on th' way here t' NOT put one on."     [19:37]  * Sling_Swivel looks around the fireplace in the darkness, lit only by the last few coals, "How d'you close it?!"     [19:38] "There's a string off by th' fireplace, go ahead an' pull it. If I did it right it should close it."     [19:41] The 'presence' has stopped moving, saying by how its sounds have stopped. Nonetheless, is still around, oppressing the spirits of the stallions with its disturbing aura. The stillness of the situation now fills it with suspense... [Go, you can try to do that, Sling :3]     [19:43]  * Sling_Swivel scrambles towards the fireplace, his large eyes adapting to the dark (go-go Nightsighted!) as he reaches for the string, taking it in his teeth and giving it a yank.     [19:43]  * Titus leans back, chuckling softly at everything. "How're we sure it wants t' kill us, anyhow? Could just want to give us cookies."     [19:47] The sound of the chimney being blocked sends a sense of safety and satisfaction into the stallions. Titus, still of good humor in spite of everything, has time to see something in the darkness of the place... from the ceiling, sticking out the wood like a pale bulge, a bright white head of a pony takes a peek at him. Its mane is long and straight, covering its face excepting for a long horn in the forehead, and its left eye that shines intensely.. it remains still, upside down and apparently completely unaffected by gravity...     [19:50]  * Titus glares at it, before smirking and lighting his horn up, firing a Maaaagic missile at it! (He's not attacking the darkness though.)     [19:50]  * Sling_Swivel slumps beside the fireplace as the flue slams satisfyingly shut... "I-I dunno what it wants," he mumbles...     [19:50] !roll 1d20+8 [19:51] GMC rolled 1d20: 18     [19:51] [roll damage]     [19:51] !roll 1d4 [19:51] Titus rolled 1d4: 4       [19:51]  * Sling_Swivel has just enough time to scream as Titus attacks... something coming through the ceiling!     [19:53] A flash of light destroys the darkness of the room and impacts the ghostly head right on its face!. ... but then something happens. The head literally absorbs the magical projectile, and its only visible eye turns of a bright, intense crimson color. Its horn lightens and produces a magic missile that is shot back to Titus! [make a reflex save, Titus]     [19:54] !roll 1d20 [19:54] Titus rolled 1d20: 18       [19:56] Titus jumps to aside before the impact reaches him. The magic missile leaves a hole with singed borders on the couch, but Titus is safe. The head then glances at Sling, staring at him as it 'sinks' into the ceiling. [both roll perception]     [19:57] !roll 1d20-2 [19:57] Titus rolled 1d20: 18       [19:58] !roll 1d20+1 [19:58] Sling_Swivel rolled 1d20: 3     [19:58]  * Sling_Swivel glances up at the ghostly form "Oh God, Why?!" he yells.     [19:59] Sling is too scared to hear it, but before it left, the ghost said something... Titus hears it clear, and his bravery helps him keep a clear mind to determine what he can do about it... [20:01]  * Titus laughs. "Well, isn't tha' an adorable little threat. I'll keep it in mind, now do be kind and GIT TH' FOOK OFFA MY PROPERTY."     [20:03]  * Sling_Swivel searches the ceiling with desperate eyes for any sign of the... form, before looking to Titus as he shouts, unsure of what to do.     [20:04]  * Titus relaxes in the couch, putting a head on his hoof. "Oi, Sling, calm down, y'look like 'ya just drank 2 gallons'a coffee."     [20:05] "H-how can you be calm..?" he manages, then looks for Arrow, through the gloom, making certain she's alright...     [20:08] The dog isn't good at all. She's pressed hard against a corner, crying muffled cries as it stares at the ceiling with panicked eyes... Then it vanishes. Both stallions can sense it. The presence leaves as abruptly as it appeared, leaving them in an almost mute ambiance and a cold darkness...     [20:09]  * Sling_Swivel sits quietly, silently for a time... "T-Ti... Arrow..." he whispers, before mustering the nerve to move across the room and try to comfort Best Dog...     [20:11]  * Titus finally untenses, leaning back. "It's easy t' be calm. I'm still scared. Fuckin' hell am I ever scared. I just don't show it. I stay calm because someone panickin' isn't exactly gonna make a good decision."     [20:13]  * Sling_Swivel slowly reaches out to the dog in the corner, trying not to spook her. He glimpses back through the darkness at Titus, feeling ashamed at his on fear... or, more so, at the grip is has had upon him.     [21:58] Sling feels the warmth of Arrow against him, and hears her cry soften and disappear as the presence fades away. Shadows reign inside the place, giving the otherwise lively home a gloomy and cold aspect. Not without reason, though, since the glacial specter left her mark not only in the wooden house, but in the hearts of the ponies within it. The silence deranges from unsettling to pleasant, and then to awkward, awaiting to be broken by any of the blue stallions.     [22:00]  * Sling_Swivel gently hugs Arrow, stroking her with a forehoof, her presence just as pleasant to him as his appears to her, "D-d'you think it's... she's... gone, Ti?" he finally speaks up.     [22:02]  * Titus sighs. "Aye, I'd say she's gone. Wondering what th' fuck she did t' my bloody house."     [22:03]  * Sling_Swivel nuzzle Arrow and frowns, "I dunno, man... I dunno... I'm sorry about this... I coulda... maybe... I dunno," he mumbles, looking ashamed.     [22:06] The sound of a strong breeze fills the silence whenever the stallions aren't talking. Unlike the blizzard that accompanies the ghost, the wind now sounds natural, harsh, but natural, as it doesn't focus its rage on the small but strong house. On the windows, the layers of frost have lost their patterns and slowly shrink when temperature returns from the glacial levels it was to a more tolerable cold one. The question remaining now is... did 'she' write something in the door? Who will go make sure of it? These questions are unspoken, but clear to Titus and Sling.     [22:07] "Nae, lad, nothing y' could've done. We should really invest in some kind'a door bar."   [22:08]  * Titus sighs, standing up. "Bitch blew a hole in th' fuckin' couch with that blast..."     [22:08]  * Sling_Swivel nods vigorously, "Y-yeah..." he manages, just stroking Arrow for a time, "We... should get the fire going again... and check on the door... It didn't look good."     [22:11] "You work on th' fire, lad..." He takes a deep breath, before getting up and pushing the couch out of the way. "At least th' door opens inward so I don't got t' step outside."     [22:12]  * Sling_Swivel slowly lets go of Arrow, "Wait... lemme..." he begins, moving back onto all four hooves and taking a few steps over towards Titus, "Just... be careful there... I'll be right with you till we shut it back up, okay?"     [22:13]  * Titus nods, grasping the door handle with magic, before pulling it slightly open and peeking out. Even Titus shudders at the slight cold air that comes through the crack.     [22:15]  * Sling_Swivel 's ears lie back as Titus opens the door... where did he leave his dagger? Little good it would do...     [22:17] Titus firstly observes the dark nothingness of cold and snow that is a Winter night, but quickly, and with help of his horn's light, his eyes get to see what the door says... it was, like supposed, scrapped into the wooden with something sharp. The letters are poorly shaped and seemingly made in a hurry, all written in basic Equestrian. At the end of the sentence, a symbol stained in blood can be seen. http://sketchtoy.com/63778343   [22:17] [can you read basic equestrian?]     [22:18] [Sling can, he learned while living down south has a homeless migrant laborer]     [22:19] "That bitch went and fuckin' did it. She scratched up my damned door."     [22:20]  * Sling_Swivel very cautiously approaches the open door, "Ti... can you get that light of yours a bit closer here..?" he asks, squinting at the carvings...     [22:21]  * Titus lowers his head, bringing the light to the scratching.     [22:22]  * Sling_Swivel moves a bit closer to get a better look... "Is... that blood?" he mumbles...     [22:23] Sling and Titus shiver from the cold wind that hits them relentlessly, carrying some snow to their manes and coats. Helped by the unicorn's light, Sling learns what the letters say..     [22:27]  * Sling_Swivel shivers and inspects the carvings, reading slowly aloud for Titus... "Said... aloud by the one that... lives... and... it shall be opened by one that can't rest." he says, stumbling over the words a bit.     [22:28] At his words, the center of the bloodstained symbol shines with a bright white light.     [22:28]  * Titus groans. "Sling, god fookin' damnit."     [22:29]  * Sling_Swivel jerks back a bit, "What? What?!" he shouts looking to Titus, then back to the glowing Symbol.     [22:29] "That's the exact kind of thing y' DON'T say aloud."     [22:29] "I-I was translating!" he sputters...     [22:29] Suddenly, the same blizzard from when the ghost appeared returns, striking the ponies with snow and wind. "... Thanks" Says an ominous voice from the darkness of the horizon.     [22:30]  * Sling_Swivel stumbles away from the door, "NO! God no! Please!" he cries out in terror.     [22:30]  * Titus very quickly closes the door. "If we die, let it be known that I don't blame you."     [22:32] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5qr41fOfPg] By the time the door is slammed shut, the voice has spoken again. "*giggles* Let's never be alone!" It cries and rams the house with strength enough to shatter and break some of the windows. Titus, with help of the couch, can barely keep the door shut.... Yet it doesn't matter this time, as a loud scrap noise is heard and a white light extends along the entrance's threshold. "... You'll be with us" The door creaks a few times, and then it falls apart as if crushes by an invisible force.     [22:33] "Well, best case scenario, it wants to play some board games!"   [22:35]  * Titus reaches out with his magic and pulls something that looked like an ornament off of the wall: A big-ass club. Barbarian ho!   [22:36] "Yeah, yeah, shut the FUCK up and fight 'ya wee little prick!"     [22:36]  * Sling_Swivel turns and faces the horror as it enters unimpeded, "God Please No! Why!? Why are you doing this?" he howls at the entity...     [22:37] Wind enters the house with full force, and Arrow runs to her corner while a white shape sticks two long, blade like limbs inside. The rest of her body isn't near pony-like, more like a mixture of many creatures blended together. It's legs are ma ny and log, spider like, while the torso is thick like the one of a bear. From where a neck should stick, the torso of a mare is produced, ending in the head that was sighted before. Her hooves are pretty normal, but they aren't the limbs Titus should be worried about. From all of her body, more blade limbs stick out and prod at the air and things... but when one of them lashes at him... it goes through, harmless, fading into nothing. "AGH! STUPID!" Then the whole body of the monster, now pressing more of its mass into the house, turns of a black color, and enters in contact with the physical world.     [22:37] "OI, SLING! GRAB ARROW AND MAKE A FUCKING RUN FOR IT!"     [22:38] [Roll init]     [22:38] !roll 1d20 [22:38] Titus rolled 1d20: 15       [22:38] !roll 1d20+1 [22:38] Sling_Swivel rolled 1d20: 12       [22:38] !roll 1d20+4 [22:38] GMC rolled 1d20: 19       [22:39] "Ti, Please, No!" he screams.     [22:39] "You fuckin' heard me, lad! Get Arrow and goddamn run!"     [22:40] The creature takes advantage of the ponies' first impression, and crawls over the couch and closer to Titus. "COME WITH US!" One of her limbs lashes at the stallion!   [22:40] !roll 1d20+2 [22:40] GMC rolled 1d20: 5       [22:41] The strike misses by a narrow margin. Ti's turn!     [22:42] !roll 1d20+5 [22:42] Titus rolled 1d20: 10     [22:42] Arrow and Titus move at once!   [22:43] For Titus's action, bash (one of its) fucking skulls in with his EMERGENCY CLUB.   [22:43] !roll 1d20+3 [22:43] Titus rolled 1d20: 8       [22:44] The creature easily avoids, moving some of her seemingly elastic black mass out of the club's way. [Arrow's turn]     [22:44] Arrow, overcoming her fear, bounds over and attempts to take a chomp out of the mass of different beings!   [22:44] !roll 1d20+5 [22:44] Titus rolled 1d20: 15     [22:45] !roll 1d4 [22:45] Titus rolled 1d4: 2     [22:45] "OI! DUNWICH! TAKE YER TRILLION DIFFERENT BODIES AND FUCKING SHOVE IT!"     [22:46] The dog bites the monster with ferocity, taking away a chunk of her big body. "... We like pets too" The monster, without complaining much about her injure, is distracted a bit by Titus and his yell. [Sling's turn]   [22:47] You all notice how black liquid comes out of the injure, and Arrow immediately, almost instinctively spits the substance.     [22:47] "Please! No!" he yells, looking around frantically for a weapon... his dagger... where is is dagger?     [22:48] [Make a perception roll to check for your dagger if yo uwant]     [22:48] !roll 1d20+1 [22:48] Sling_Swivel rolled 1d20: 20       [22:48] "Yeah? Well 'yer NOT GETTING MINE!"     [22:49] Sling realizes his dagger was below him all this time, and quickly grabs it without wasting time.   [22:49] [you still have a move action]     [22:51]  * Sling_Swivel quickly recovers his dagger... it must have fallen of the hook near the mantel when that Thing hit the house like a freight train! Rearmed, he moved quickly over to the fireplace, hoping some of the coals are still hot...     [22:53] Sling notices how some of the coals still glow weakly   [22:55] [The monster's turn]   [22:58] "Oh you could have come to us and fed us... but we love it when you squirm and scream~" The white glowing eye of the creature is over Titus, staring down at him as she lashes two ferocious blows at him! [the creature enters feverish defense mode and makes an all out attack!]   [22:58] !roll 2d20-2 [22:58] GMC rolled 2d20: 15 9     [22:59] One of the hits goes wide, but a limb sharp as a razor cuts on the right side of the tall stallion!   [22:59] !roll 2d4 [22:59] GMC rolled 2d4: 2 1     [23:00] Titus receives three damage   [23:00] [Titus' Turn]     [23:00] "Ach, y'call that a fookin' swipe, then? That almost hurt!"   [23:01] Bash it in the head! The only answer!   [23:01] !roll 1d20+3 [23:01] Titus rolled 1d20: 4     [23:01]  * Titus swings wide again. Goddamn, Titus, you should practice more!     [23:01] Once more, the monster moves its black mass to a side. Arrow's turn     [23:01] Arrow attempts to gore the creatures side with its claws!   [23:01] !roll 1d20+5 [23:01] Titus rolled 1d20: 15     [23:02] !roll 1d4 [23:02] Titus rolled 1d4: 1       [23:03] The dog, more accurate than her owner, makes a superficial injure on the monster's torso. "Stop that..." Says the creature in an unsettling and calmed tone, as if only lightly annoyed by the damage.   [23:03] [Sling's Turn]     [23:04]  * Sling_Swivel looks about furiously for anything flammable...     [23:04] [Roll perception]     [23:04] !roll 1d20+1 [23:04] Sling_Swivel rolled 1d20: 8       [23:04] [you have Nightsighted, right?]     [23:04] [Yep!]       [23:05] The stallion sees the shape of a discarded piece of cloth that is used to clean the floor lying near him.     [23:06] It can be lighted in fire, and looks big enough to make for an improvised flammable material of saving your ass.     [23:07]  * Sling_Swivel 's eyes go wide and he lunges for the cloth, attempting to stick it upon the end of and wrap it around the blade of his dagger before thrusting it into the coals and blowing at it furiously.     [23:08] The stallion struggles a bit, but lastly manages to set the cloth on fire! [The monster's turn!]   [23:12] The creature changes her focus and looks down to Arrow. "... Come here little doggy... We'll take care of you. Forever" This time her unicorn horn glows with a white aura, and one of her limbs is wrapped in a white smoke. The process is practically instantaneous, happening in the blink of an eye. "...Come!"   [23:12] !roll 1d20+4 [23:12] GMC rolled 1d20: 13     [23:12] !roll 2d4 [23:12] GMC rolled 2d4: 3 2     [23:12] !roll 1d2 [23:12] GMC rolled 1d2: 2     [23:12] [last roll was magical cold damage]     [23:13] Arrow, surprisingly, is NOT dead!   [23:13] Tough little doggy.     [23:14] The mascot of the house is struck by the ferocious attack [5 damage], and the wide injure left on her back is quickly covered by a layers of frost! [-2 to movement, AC, MAB and RAB. 2 extra damage]     [23:14] [Titus' turn!]     [23:15] "OI! DID I FUCKIN' SAY YOU COULD HURT MY GODDAMN DOG?!"   [23:15]  * Titus continues attempting to beat it to fucking death. As before, he's going to miss, I'm predicting it now.     [23:15]  * Sling_Swivel struggles with lighting his improvised fire-dagger-whatsit and bites his tongue as the battle rages...     [23:15] !roll 1d20+3 [23:15] Titus rolled 1d20: 14     [23:17] !roll 1d6 [23:17] Titus rolled 1d6: 1       [23:18] Titus lands a blow on the monster, but she barely notices it. Arrow's turn     [23:18] Arrow yelps at the slice and limps away to lick her wounds! And maybe head for the back door.   [23:18] But yeah, she's retreating.     [23:21] The dog retreats. [Yay for RoraDora the rules expert]   [23:21] [Sling's turn]     [23:22]  * Sling_Swivel with flame dagger alight, he turns to the monster and lunges at it!   [23:23] !roll 1d20 [23:23] Sling_Swivel rolled 1d20: 2       [23:24] The overly nervous stallion misses widely, and the monster doesn't even bother on avoiding this time. The monster's turn     [23:24]  * Sling_Swivel whines in frustration at his fatal failure.     [23:27] She looks down to the flame with hate, making a gesture of backing away from it. "AGH! *unintelligibly grumbling*" Then she backs away from the stallions reach [1 meter step] as her horn is charged with magic again... this time extending it to her pony chest. "You'll be with us whether you like it or not!" The aura around her torso goes from white to red in a mater of seconds, and takes the shape or a circle that enters her chest, right where her heart should be, still glowing intensely enough to be seen by the stallions. [Titus' turn]     [23:29]  * Titus grumbles. "OI, SLING, LET'S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, AYE? I'LL GRAB ARROW!"     [23:29] "Run!" he screams, holding the dagger out and waving it at the creature!     [23:30]  * Titus retreats over to where Arrow is!   [23:30] (Can he pick her up this turn?)     [23:31] [And yes, Titus can use his turn to move and grab Arrow] [23:31] [Sling's Turn]     [23:33]  * Sling_Swivel waves his hopefully-still-alight dagger at the monster, trying to cover Ti's escape while backpedaling, "LEAVE US BE, YOU CUnt!" he snaps, voice cracking.       [23:34] The flames haven't turned off yet. [Do you do something else? or just backpedal?]     [23:35] [Yelling and backpedaling!]     [23:37] The creature looks at Sling and his flaming dagger, investing her full attention on them both. "Sling... come to me. I'll make you feel better" Her voice calls softly, but her limbs snap lashes at the air, killing any chance of conversation. Sling makes space between the monster and his friends, but now he's practically at her mercy...   [23:37] The monster's turn   [23:39] "I said come with us."She doesn't repeat it again before closing the distance between her and Swivel in a violent way, trying to ram him with the thickest part of her body, which has spike and razor like protuberances all over. Before the impact, Sling realizes how the monster not only changes her shape, but also her size, as she's taller and heavier now.   [23:41] [Sling, make a reflex save]     [23:41] !roll 1d20+2 [23:41] Sling_Swivel rolled 1d20: 11       [23:41] !roll 1d20+4 [23:41] GMC rolled 1d20: 8     [23:43] The monster crashes against the stallion, but he manages to bury his flaming dagger on her body in the process. To this she reacts, yelling in panic and pain. Yet, the damage has been done, and Sling suffers...   [23:43] !roll 2d4 [23:43] GMC rolled 2d4: 4 4     [23:43] [8 damage]   [23:43] [roll damage of the dagger]     [23:43] [1HP]   [23:43] !roll 1d4 [23:43] Sling_Swivel rolled 1d4: 2       [23:45] The creature cries in agony as the flames touch her interior, and quickly she takes it out with the help of hand like limbs that sprout around the injure. "YOU BASTARD! YOU'LL SUFFER BEFORE I TAKE YOU!" [6 damage]   [23:45] [Titus' Turn]     [23:46] "RUN!" Sling screams in agony, terror and desperation.     [23:47] "Sling. You get your arse out of this fuckin' house." He gives him a slight nod before booking it out the door and towards the town! (I have FP for days, and I'm carrying Arrow.)     [23:47] Titus runs around the creature and then darts away for all he's worthy... leaving Sling behind.   [23:48] [Sling's turn.]     [23:51]  * Sling_Swivel twists away from the creatures and bolts for the door. [Gogo 8 Mov]     [23:54] Sling quickly follows Titus, using all his remaining strength to run off the house. "Not so FAST!" Her soft voice turns aggressive and wild mid-sentence. Instead of turning around to start the chase, her body shrinks in size and her pony torso disappears into her main mass to reappear on the other end.   [23:54] The monster's turn   [23:58] Hastily, the multiple legs of the creature take her close to Sling, as she moves faster than the pony. "You should have let me take you when I asked the first time!" The chase ends in a rather abrupt manner, when the monster, right behind Sling, literally causes a magical explosion to ignite from the glowing spot on her chest. [Sling, make a reflex save]   [23:58] [you are both outside the house]     [23:58] !roll 1d20+2 [23:58] Sling_Swivel rolled 1d20: 5       [23:59] The magical wave reaches Sling and sends him flying away, his rear and hind-legs singed as he hits the hard ground in a violent manner for...   [00:00] !roll 2d4 [00:00] GMC rolled 2d4: 2 2     [00:00] !roll 1d2 [00:00] GMC rolled 1d2: 2     [00:00] !roll 1d2 [00:00] GMC rolled 1d2: 2     [00:01] [4 magical damage, 2 physical damage] And is staggered during 2 turns.   [00:01] [Titus Turn]   [00:02] Titus hears and turns around to see the end of the reduced but harmful explosion. A white cloud of smoke is around Sling, and the big black figure of the monster looms over him.   [00:03] They are within reach     [00:03]  * Titus peers over his shoulder at Sling, considering going back to try and save him...     [00:11] !roll 1d20+2 [00:11] Sling_Swivel rolled 1d20: 7     [00:11]  * Sling_Swivel is now unconscious.     [00:12] "Oh Sling... for days I've longed this moment..."     [00:12]  * Titus sighs... "'m too old 'fir this shit." With a shake of his head, he returns to running, his heart feeling very heavy with the burden of his choice. "Bravest fucking man I've ever met..."     [00:13] Titus leaves Sling behind with Arrow...   [00:19] The monster falls over Sling with the full weight of her massive body. Black substance shrouds the stallion as the creature begins to merge with him, absorbing him into her mass and letting him be another part of her. [Sling, make a Will save]     [00:19] !roll 1d20+2 [00:19] Sling_Swivel rolled 1d20: 13       [00:21] "Oh... uh... yes, y.---" The stallion is now within the creature, who knows what could be happening to him at the moment. But the triumph of the monster doesn't mean he's dead, as she quickly makes it known. "Whats wrong with this one?... It'll... AAAGH!" Titus manages to hear this before he's too far to know more about the situation... The rest is the noise of whistling wind...   [00:22] The shape of the creature fades into the whiteness, taken away by the wind, with Sling's fate yet unknown.   [00:27] In another plane, Sling finds himself alone in a white door-less room. "Now you are not alone anymore, Sling"Calls a voice from behind him. The stallion turns around to see a pony, a unicorn mare of clear colors and combed short mane. Her glasses look a bit big for her face, giving her a cute aspect. "But not now... you Cannonites are the strangest meal I've ever had" Then the lights on the room go out, and Sling is left alone in shadows....     [00:29] Meanwhile, back in reality, Titus reaches the nearest house...     [00:30]  * Titus isn't even winded! Improved FP is truly the best perk in the game.   [00:30]  * Titus regardless knocks on the door, Arrow on his back.     [00:32] A random farmer pony opens the door, looking annoyed as Titus obviously interrupted his slumber. "ye, pal? This better be good, I was havin--- hey aren't you the guy that lives in the woods?"     [00:33]  * Titus quickly nods, the cut on his side and Arrow's rather bad, frost-covered slice immediately obvious. "Aye, me an Sling. Problem being some fookin' creature came at us, and now I need t' get her to the clinic as fast as I can."     [00:33] "Sling, though... He dinnae make it."     [00:35] The farmer rubs his tired eyes, gesturing Titus to slow it down. "You wot mate? I.. I aah shit that cut looks nasty. Come in" Surprise is evident on his face when he makes Titus go in to offer him something to cover his dog and himself.   [00:37] The farmer eventually learns what happened, and takes Titus and Arrow to the clinic, to then inform the situation at the barracks. A squadron of Guardponies is dispatched to take care of what happened at Titus' place, and find it desolated and with Sling nowhere to be seen... Where he supposedly died there's only a small crater, reminiscent of the magical explosion...