-Titus and Hoof, guided by a Cannonite Guardsmare familiar with the lay of the land, travel to meet the Witches. They make contact and, after working out the details, return to FourCannon with the Witch Master Dim Light and his Acolytes in tow to hunt down and finish the Monster once and for all.   The below is what I (Sling_Swivel) observed, so it may be a bit spotty. Ultimately, Hoof and Ti and the Witches returned to 4C to find the monster as Cury was unable to work the Players involved in the Witch Challenges into the XYZ Storyline.       _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _     [17:51] The plains are left behind without any major event. Under the night sky, grim and mostly clouded, the trio enters the East portion of Deadwoods, which is way more vivid than it sounds, except for this season. On winter, the forest South of the Big Hole is as frozen and silent as any other, with a major population of evergreens at least. "We... uh. Give me a minute" Cloud gestures to stop, and moves closer to a tree where she leans and takes out a map from her clothes. "Oh my... that can't be good. Guys, we can't use the pass on the mountains, but there's kind of a safe way to where you want to go. Lucky me Nestor has it marked!"   [17:53] She giggles and pockets the map, getting up and marching again without delay. "I won't sleep this night, so let's save time through that place... trust me, I'm the best explorer of the town!"     [17:54]  * Titus looks at Greenhoof and shrugs. "Why can't we go through the mountain pass, lass?"     [17:55]  * GreenHoof frowns at the news, nodding at Titus' question.     [17:57] The mare takes both stallions along a sinuous, hard to follow path on which they would quickly get lost if it weren't for their guide. The pink mare looks behind them to reply right when a gust of wind blows hard enough to pull her hood off. Cloud yelps, but does nothing at it, and only shakes her head before saying. "Because it's night, and there's snow everywhere, and I don't know that road very well... I don't want to sleep forever, just 16 hours a day, is all I ask" The mare's mane is of a deep green color, which contrasts awfully with her crimson eyes, but not so poorly with her soft pink coat. Placing the hood back over her head, Cloud continues marching forward, humming a lullaby... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47mLY8vX3L0     [18:01]  * Titus once again shrugs. "Well, I suppose we don't have any other options, do we, Hoof?"     [18:03]  * GreenHoof sighs, wishing they'd be able to go through the usual way and not particularly confident in the new mare, but he nods. "I suppose so... Is this going to take us through more woods? The more we can stay out of them, the less chance we have running into Exweizy."     [18:04] "We see that cunt, I'm chopping her head off, support or no support."     [18:05] And so the trio goes on, entering the West portion of Deadwoods, as Cloud announces by aiming at a sign that, as she said. "I placed it there myself! I'm soo *yawn*... uh, we are very far from town now, Mistah. The slasher only killed on WestWoods, not this far," They talk without stopping or slowing down their good pace. Cloud giggles with a hint of mischief. "Well I've seen, with my two eyes, zombies trotting around here... is more quiet here, this place is strange, don't you hear?" And effectively, even if the wind feels equally cold and to strike them with the same relentless strength it's done for hours now, its whistles and howls are somehow more faint, practically muffled on this forest. This to a point where their hoofsteps on the snow fill more of the void of sounds than the chilly flurry. "Eyes opened! I know my way here... I haven't been where you are going, though. I don't know what is beyond Old Town"     [18:10]  * Titus gives GreenHoof a look. "We are goin' quite a ways, aren't we?"     [18:12]  * GreenHoof furrows his brow as he follows Cloud alongside Titus. "Zombies? Hrm... maybe the Jew's. We need to stay out of sight and try not to get into any combat. Our only objective right now is getting to that shack." he hums a bit and looks to Titus. "This place is pretty far, yeah. But we're out of the line of fire for now."     [18:13]  * Titus just nods at him. "Well, keep 'yer eyes open, and hopefully we won't get into any fights. I need everything in me if I'm gonna fuck tha' thing up."     [18:13] [The trio has lost another 2 points of FP]   [18:15] Under Cloud's guidance, both stallions cover what they feel like a long distance in a matter of hours. The night is dark and full of mystery, even more on the cursed zone that Cloud chose to take them through, but so far, they have been safe... [roll perception]     [18:15] !roll 1d20 [18:15] GreenHoof rolled 1d20: 15       [18:15] !roll 1d20 [18:15] Titus rolled 1d20: 18       [18:19] The pink mare, as usual, doesn't perceive much danger around her when the stallions do hear heavy breathing close to them. The sensation of being followed that close by something they can't yet see sends chills down their spines. Both Hoof and Titus hear the constant exhalations accompanied by grunts as well, until the shape of a pony, wandering slowly behind some trees to their Left can be seen against the shadows of the forest. Its silhouette and sounds are enough to deem it an undead minion of the master of Old Town.   [18:20] *Grumble**Grunt*     [18:21] "Walker. Left." Titus keeps walking along with Green and Cloud, waiting for their responses.     [18:23] The mare stops immediately, clumsily holding her spear with both forelegs as she holds her weight lifted slightly above the ground with the help of her wings. She aims everywhere with the pointy tool, her drowsy eyes searching for the menace as she does her best to hold a straight line while fluttering. "We must be surrounded! Surrounded! They will nom us..."     [18:23] "Shh, shh. It's just one, lass."     [18:24]  * GreenHoof at first perks his hears up and looks to Titus at the uttering of his human name until he realizes what he meant and immediately crouches closer to the ground, unholstering bow and letting it dangle around his neck. Seeing the zombie at least gives the stallion some relief that they've located the source of the noise. "Shush! Calm down, Cloud!" Hoof whispers hoarsely. "We can attack it, but that may give way to more. your call, Titus."     [18:25]  * Titus just shakes his head. "Keep an eye on it. If it attacks us, we kill it, if it doesn't, we leave it be."     [18:28] The mare gulps down some saliva and nods a bit hesitantly. She isn't that brave of a pony, but doesn't let panic take more over her... if only she weren't so tired. The undead approaches more, gasping and grumbling, its eyes shinning with malevolent white magic. There is a point when it breaks into the 'road' the ponies are in, grunting loudly as it spots them. Cloud muffles an eep and flutters forward to the North, not wishing to waste time fighting something like that. But the creature is relentless, and chases the ponies to the best of its abilities... which is not much to say something. Hoof has time to get up and re-join the group before the zombie has covered a bit more than half the distance to reach him. *GROAN*     [18:33]  * GreenHoof continues on with the others, keeping a close watch on the zombie but confident in their safety by the fact that it's falling behind. "Damn shufflers..."     [18:35]  * Titus rolls his eyes. "I prefer 'Walker'. I think 'ya know why. If y' don't, y'didn't watch enough TV back on earth."     [18:36] "We aren't that far... we shouldn't" Mentions Cloud as she returns to the ground, her map pulled out. The guard studies it briefly before pocketing it again, and goes on with now a smile on her face. Their fast pace has rewarded them, as the Pegasus makes it known by the time the trio reaches the end of the forest, and ascends a mound that, to the South, turns into a cliff. To the West, though, the now rocky road gives no troubles and looks safe from the terrors of Old Town. "We'll be there in like... an hour if we keep it this good. Look" One of her marshmallowy hooves aims to the East, where, far in the horizon, the first lights of day weakly begin to eat the night away. The cold, though is unbearable at this hour, and if it weren't for how quick they've moved, they would have fallen prey to it sooner. Cloud trembles under her clothes, but doesn't stop. "L-let's go... quickly."     [18:39]  * GreenHoof nods. "you can rest when we get there," He says, hurrying along.     [18:40] She nods in silence, and decides to use her wings to move instead of her hooves, so she can hug herself and her spear.     [18:40]  * Titus still stays absolutely silent, just trudging along with the two.     [18:44] The ponies descend a slope so gradual that is almost unnoticeable. Cloud continues to lead the group, teeth clenched and body shivering. The movement of her wings seems to be the only stable thing on her. "Oh t-t-tthanks Morpheus! The r-r-river..." She mutters when they have the frozen shores of the West river in sight. Is still too dark to see what is on the other side, but the gravel road     [18:46] that has survived (barely) for probably centuries is clear on sight, taking them to the North now, between hills and the dormant currency of water... But things aren't that natural on this area. Barely twenty minutes of trot pass when the road is covered by a fine mist, that grows in size and thickness the further they go. The sound of water running, as if the river weren't frozen, reaches their ears, and the cold air carries the smell of dead leaves. In spite of the uncanny fog and other things, the trio reaches a group of old wooden shacks that should be the abandoned workshops.     [18:49]  * GreenHoof lets out a sigh of relief when they reach the workshops, looking into the sky at the hints of dawn far on the horizon. "Thank fuck..."   [18:49] [how long was this trip?]     [18:50]  * Titus just sighs in relief. Cold was even getting to the big stallion. "Didn't take as long as I expected, if I'm honest."     [18:53]  * GreenHoof shivers, walking around the perimeter of the shack. "W-well we hauled ass..." Hoof says, teeth chattering a bit. "F-fuck it's cold..."     [18:54] [It took from 6 PM to 4 AM, estimated. I guess we'll get a better calculation of time later on, when I'm less busy]     [18:55]  * Titus lets out another sigh, his breath making a white cloud in front of him. "Need that flare, then?"     [18:56] The mist around them is thick and prevents them from seeing where they stand. Silence reigns over the ruined workshops. What probably used to be a tannery, now is nothing more than some broken fences, a collapsed hut and barrels that somehow haven't been stolen or destroyed. The other structures on the place are leaning towards the hills and forested area of the East, a bit far from sight, but irrelevant at best, judging by how small they are; probably nothing more than places to leave tools and supplies. Next to the ponies, between them and the river, a relatively big shack still stands, its wood rotten and its main structure looking frail. All of its windows are blocked, and when Cloud spies its entrance around the corner, she finds that the front door is the only way to get into it.   [18:58] "P-p-please let it hh--h-hhave a bb-b-b---- b-eeb---ee--- - fuck"   [18:58] She looks to the stallions, pleading in silence to go into the ruined place.     [18:59]  * Titus trots forward without fear, trying the knob. Guy has some Standard Issue Imperial Guard Balls of Steel.     [19:00]  * GreenHoof follows Titus up to the door, nodding to Cloud. "you did good, Cloud. We'll get inside so you can warm up."     [19:01] The door is a mess, there's no knob, and the planks composing it are held by some crossed iron bars that are completely covered in rust. How it hasn't fall down by itself, is a mystery. When the stallion pushes it, the door creaks and opens to reveal the dark interior of the shack. What faint daylight has sprouted from the East is blocked by the tall mountains, and Cloud is forced to enter the place so to discover what is in it. "Sure, I-I-I'll b-b-be fine" She says without losing time. Titus is in front of the shack with Hoof. What will they do? :3 [Also, make a Vit Save you two]     [19:03] !roll 1d20+2 [19:03] Titus rolled 1d20: 1       [19:03] !roll 1d20 [19:03] GreenHoof rolled 1d20: 12     [19:05]  * GreenHoof shivers and sits on his haunches for a moment to wrap his hooves around himself, then standing up again. "Alright... Let's get that flare set off, Titus."     [19:05] [The ponies lose 2 FP (this should be the total of lost FP for the travel and bla bla...]   [19:05] [You should have lost 6 FP]   [19:05] [in total]   [19:07] "OH MY GOD!" Cries Cloud loudly, as a pink glowing comes from within the shack.     [19:07] "...Tha' can't be good."     [19:07]  * GreenHoof 's ears perk up and the stallion winces at the sudden yell, and he immediately jumps into the shack, bow at the ready. "What?! What is it?!"     [19:08]  * Titus slowly trots inside, sword drawn.     [19:13] Both stallions come into the shack to see a pink glow covering everything... alongisde a sensation of warmth, like being close to a fireplace. The source of this is an oval device that stands in a nightstand next to a big bed, which Cloud has already claimed and using. She is covered under layers of blankets and pillows, liek a small fortress. "... This thing is so cool. You should come to sleep when you are done"     [19:15]  * GreenHoof furrows his brow in curiosity, going up to the oval device and inspecting it for a moment. Assuming there's nothing too special about it, he goes back over to Titus. "Up for shootin' a flare, big guy?"     [19:16]  * Titus shudders from the cold, but nods. "Not feelin' too great, here, but I can do it well enough."     [19:17]  * GreenHoof pats Titus on the shoulder, heading back outside. "The sooner we get this over with the sooner we can all get some rest before they come answerin'."     [19:18]  * Titus trots out, pointing his horn at the air and firing a fluorescent pink magic missile as high up as he could. "Guess so."     [19:20]  * GreenHoof watches as the other stallion shoots the flare up into the sky, eyes squinting a bit as it fires up into the sky.     [19:20] [Guess we wait on GM here for wrap up, no rush]     [19:22] The flare goes high to the sky, finally exploding into a flame... Silence fall heavily after the signal is done. The next they hear is some kind of white noise, within their heads, brief but disturbing and terrifying. Even Cloud, who was sleeping, wakes up screaming. "EEK! NIGHTMARE!" The silence returns... and the stallions hear, on the distance to the West, the flapping of wings.   [19:22] [cue credits music https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47mLY8vX3L0 ]   [19:23] [We'll see what happens next on the next episode of FourCannon: The movie: The text based autism]     _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________     [18:45] "I don't know the story, I don't know th' shite about her, all I know is tha' some crazy fookin' thing that looked like a spider, could change shape, and was a thousand times fookin' tougher then anything else I've seen ate me best damn friend."   [18:46] "An' if tha's not Exweizi, then I've been told wrong."     [18:46]  * GreenHoof glances up at the stallion's eyes, forgetting his protocol for a moment before reverting gaze back to his chest, nodding along with Titus' explanation. "Exweizy. It's back. Or... or something just like it. An-an offshoot? I don't know..."     [18:53] "Oh... this ihzimpohrtant. Cahnnonite, you say it has attacked you. how did you survive?" Hurries the masked stallion to inquire at Titus. He spreads his wings on the process, and glances between both Cannonites a bit nervously. "Ihv you aren't lying, Mastehr must learn of this as soon as pohssible. We will honor ouhr deal."     [18:54] "How'd I survive? I survived by running. It was after me friend, Sling. Really wanted him 'fir who knows what reason. The brave son of a bitch gave up his life so I could warn th' town."   [18:55] "Still got a slash on me side from it, though, an' it damn near killed me dog."     [19:04]  * GreenHoof stands there, shivering and watching the conversation, clearly anxious.     [19:06] The stallion nods quickly and breathes deeply a few times. "So Mistress Vita wahs right... Silver is stihll alive. I hope..." He says while looking to the sky that begins to gain clarity on its color. "... Ohrion must still be on his mission. Stay in the shack, friehnds. Wait for me and don't go ihnto the river... I may take a while." With this said, the stallion flaps his wings and takes off, leaving both stallions to ponder amidst the fog...     [19:07]  * GreenHoof opens his mouth to respond, but quickly shuts it as the stallion flies off. He looks to Titus with an unsure, frustrated expression. "What the fuck..."     [19:08]  * Titus shrugs. "What, tha' not normal with 'em? I sure as shit wouldn't know. C'mon, it's fuckin' freezing."     [19:16]  * GreenHoof nods and heads into the cabin. "They suspected it was still alive... Even sent someone on a mission?" Hoof shakes his head, "What the fuck..."     [19:17]  * Titus trots inside right after him, closing the door gently. "Well, at least we have a magic super-bed."     [19:17] The stallions enter the shack, which remains warmth thanks to the glowing device Cloud found. The Guardsmare is sleeping softly under her pillow fortress, and her spear rests against a wall close to the bed.   [19:18] [You can RP if you want, but until I'm clear with the other group, we can't really advance]     [19:20]  * GreenHoof turns around and looks to Titus, speaking in a whisper. "Listen, I don't trust these witches. But we have a mutual interest and seeing this thing dead. Just... be on your toes, alright?"     [19:20]  * Titus nods at him. "If y' say so. Honestly, I don't trust anything tha' wears a mask."     [19:25]  * GreenHoof shrugs. "Part of their guidelines or whatever. I'd avoid staring them in the eyes. They have some kind of magic they can affect you with em, though they have sworn to be non-hostile. They seem to stick to their code and have a strict sense of honor but..." He shakes his head. "I think you get the picture. We're workin' with them cause it's the practical thing to do."     [19:30]  * Titus sits down on a fluffy part of the magic bed device, sighing. "Y'know, Sling really sung your praises. Guy was real grateful about all 'ya had done for him. Surprised y' didn't hear he died until I told 'ya."     [19:33] [roll perception]     [19:33]  * GreenHoof walks over to a corner of the small shack, sitting on his haunches. Bringing the reminder of Sling's death back to the forefront of his mind made the little stallion fold his ears back and look down at the floor sadly. "He... He did? I didn't do that much for him. I could've done more. I..." Hoof trails off, suddenly shutting his eyes tightly and clenching his teeth, as if fighting   [19:33]  * GreenHoof back tears, before composing himself. "I was out of town..."   [19:33] !roll 1d20 [19:33] GreenHoof rolled 1d20: 5       [19:35]  * Titus shakes his head. "When 'ya live a while, been around th' block, y'learn something. Sometimes even th' smallest things 'ya could think of can make a hell of a difference in someone. If it weren't fir you, I would'a nev'r met Sling. Y'really deserve my thanks 'fir tha'..."     [19:39]  * GreenHoof takes a deep breath, holding it for a moment and exhaling. "He helped me too. I just... wish I got to spend more time with him." Hoof stays silent for a few seconds, "I guess all we can do now for him is make sure that... thing is dead so it can't hurt anyone else."     [19:39]  * Titus sighs again, shaking his head. "...I know it's a fool's hope, but... They never found his body. Fucker could still be alive..."     [19:42]  * GreenHoof picks his head up, red rimmed eyes gazing back at Titus. "It absorbs the bodies... Makes them one with her. I don't know... I guess we'll find out the full story as time goes on..."     [19:44]  * Titus shrugs, staring at him. "I guess there's a difference between us, then... I like t' think Sling's still somewhere. Fightin' tha' thing in his own way."     [19:47]  * GreenHoof furrows his brow, thinking about it. From what little he knew, the monster did indeed absorb the memories and personalities of it's victims. In theory, Hoof muses, it might be possible that Sling's personality would be intact. "Hm. Maybe... maybe..."     [19:48] "Aye, maybe, but it isn't much t' hope for."     [19:57]  * GreenHoof sighs through his nose and takes off his weapons and saddlebags, setting them beside him. He then does a couple of stretches and curls up on the floor in the corner, wrapping his long black tail around himself. He looks scared, but composed, as if he were getting used to these types of situations. "It's worth fighting for..."     [19:57]  * Titus chuckles. "Amen t' tha'. If'at cunt gave up that easy... Well, he'd still have saved my fookin' life."     [20:00]  * GreenHoof picks his head up, finally showing a smile for the first time since he'd seen him at the clinic. A very faint, tired one, but a smile nonetheless. "We'll just have to make sure his sacrifice wasn't in vain, won't we?"     [20:02]  * Titus gives the stallion a slight smirk. "Aye. Who knows, maybe we'll kill tha' thing an' he'll pop right out, good as the day he was born."     [20:04] "I sure hope so, man."     _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________     [17:42] [13:47] * GreenHoof finally gives up on trying to fall back asleep. He had woken up in the middle of the night thirty minutes ago, but his thoughts prevented him from drifting back into unconsciousness. His legs felt clammy, and as he looked around the room at the two sleeping ponies, a sudden urge to step outside washed over him. Getting up, he puts his cloak on, grabbing a cigarette and lighter from his saddlebags. His joints pop as he goes over to the door, opening it quietly and stepping outside into the early morning air, making the green one shiver. He sits on his haunches and gazes across the river into the Redwoods. They would be going there soon. What will the Kavsher even do? He wonders to himself, And why did they know something was happening...   [17:42] The more he thought about it, the more Hoof felt uneasy. He sticks the cigarette in his mouth and lights up, taking a deep inhalation of the smoke and holding it a second before exhaling. How did we fail? He asks himself, I saw it die...Taking another drag, he holds it a few more moments until forgetting that he's holding his breath. And now Sling is dead. Because we failed.   [17:42] Another grave to visit. He soon starts to feel his lungs burn, begging for air and making him let out the smoke in a sputtering cough. Catching his breath, he tilts his head up to the foggy sky, though the slowly climbing sun was starting to burn some off. And here I am, pitying myself for having another friend dead. I could've stopped this... I could've had him live with me instead of being stuck out in that barn and having to find another place... He's dead. He's lost his life... And now he'll never feel anything again. The stallion sat there, still, not moving other than bringing the cigarette to and from his mouth. When friends died in the past, he would cry and there was no way to stop it. But this time... tears weren't coming forth. It did not escape the stallion that he was getting used to it... But that just made him more uncomfortable. This thing... This is the second time one of the witches' minions killed one of my friends. And I'm asking them for help. Green Hoof lets the smoke out of his lungs once again, shaking his head with a mixture of self-disgust, sadness, and frustration. He drops the spent poppy cigarette and stamps it under his hoof before going back inside.     _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________     [17:47] Titus and Hoof spent at least half of the day waiting for the acolyte to come back. During that time, Cloud slept away like a trunk and the stallions ate what few rations of food they brought with them. At last, above the thick fog of the riverside, a winged figure appears and approaches the little dock quickly. As he lands, the thick begins to dissipate gradually, blocking less of what is around them. The tree tops of Red Woods can be seen to the West, and the tall mountains around the valley and the workshop show their snowy peaks. "Cahnnonites? Are you stihll here?"     [17:50]  * Titus is staying on guard, currently. He perks up as the witch calls out. "Aye, we are."     [17:55]  * GreenHoof nods. "Yep."     [17:56] The masked stallion folds his wings after landing, and trots over to the couple of Cannonites. His red attire looks a bit ragged on a side, as if he had troubles of some sort on his way back. "Aye you ahre, Cahnnonite. My Master is on his way here, with your friends... I hope I didn't mahke you wait too much. Troubles arose at the news."     [17:57]  * GreenHoof coughs nastilly into his hoof, nodding. "Understood. I hope he has a plan..."     [18:02] "He does... you see, we never discahrded the possibility /she/ had survived, not ahvter what Mistress Vita exposed to us" The masked stallion says while moving towards the shack, talking in a paused voice that conceals most of his uncertainty. "Cohme in, I'll tell you what has happened sihnce your last visit. Greehnhoof."     [18:04]  * GreenHoof tilts his head for a moment, about to ask how they knew the monster might still be alive. "Alright..." He glances to Titus with no clear expression and follows the Kavsher inside the shack.     [18:05]  * Titus follows Greenhoof, staying silent past the sound of his hooves hitting the ground.     [18:14] The Cannonites follow the Kavsher into the shack. The masked pony let's out a chuckle when he sees how Cloud has the glowing device working, and still sleeps under her pillow fortress. "At least you didn't doubt to mahke yourselves comfortable." After the lighthearted comment, the pony goes back to his stoicism and worried attitude, but with less pauses on his speech, and less concern as well. "Silver Gaze is no longer a pony, that we ahll know it. Chaos mahgic was used when turning her into the expehrimental sehrvant XYZ. That's how she cahn shapeshift, change her size, her consistency. Mahster went for a very resiliant dehsign, but didn't plan the mahre to 'keep' her mind over the others that were implahnted in her. The rehsult was madness and and identity crisis. At fihrst she could bahrely keep her own shape and thoughts, buht ahvter her escape, she had 'submitted' the other parts of her soul. When she kihlls something or somepony, she doesn't do it jsut because of her wihld behavior. She cahn merge with it to wihn its abilities, its shape, its thoughts. Sohmetimes she takes longer to 'digest' it, by what Master and Mistress Vita had suggested... That's why she had to constantly yell names and 'report' to herself, at least by what we were allowed to stuhdy from the encounter with her. Master has ehverything about her filed, and thanks to the co-operation of a cahnnonite, could recover some of Silver's remains. A few bones. Which held part of her essence... therefohre, material to recover her memoriehs through arcane magic. Cleahr so far?"     [18:21]  * GreenHoof nods. "yes. How did it survive? And how do we kill it for good this time?"     [18:21]  * Titus nods, staying quiet and letting Green ask the questions.     [18:28] The stallion nods a couple of times and sits on his haunches, looking over Cloud's fortress with worried eyes. "She is bahsically a creature of chaos. Her heart wahs removed, and it cahn be a tool against her if we could contain her enough time to prepare a ritual, but that's hardly pohssible. Mistress Vita testified that, when XYZ attacked her lair and 'ate' some of her spiders prior to the w [18:33] hole ohrdeal in this region, mohst dark magic didn't have effect... So ahvter researching Silver's memories, we dihscovered that to nuhllify her, we need to 'balance' her inner chaos. Gihve the souls she's eahten a chance to kihll her from the inside out. That is also one of reahsons Master sent Orion to search for Zippo. He has the key to one ohv XYZ's victims... Ihv we cause a collapse of what Silver uses to keep the 'souls' locked, then they cahn take free reign ohv her body. She woulhnd't be able to focus on her mahgic and shape, and couldn't escape while Master and you Cahnnonites destroy her for good. If not, she wihll just continue to leahve 'security' copiehs somewhere else while she attacks."     [18:36]  * Titus speaks up at that. "Yer sayin'... Th' ponies inside her're still alive? Tha' means we kin save Sling!"     [18:42] He gives him a nod and an uneasy smile. "Yes... and No. Ponies ahren't the only tihng inside XYZ. Ahnd when the collapse happen, every trahpped mind will be angry and wahtngin to take control. Youhr friend could die definitively there... there is ohnly one body for who knows how mahny things. Ouhr best hope is that Silver dies in the struhggle, and that it lasts enough to let us destroy her bohdy... although. Mistress Vita suggested an 'option' to this."     [18:44] "What kind of option?”     [18:59] The cultist looks insecure for a while, but finally nods and explains. "Ihv somepony were to enter XYZ and cause the cohllapse without having to fight from outside... a.k.a. letting her devour him. Prohbably Master could pull out some feat like that and sahve your friend, but..."     [19:00]  * Titus immediately looks at him. "Issat all it takes, then? Fuckin' hell, I'm in."     [19:02]  * GreenHoof raises an eyebrow, looking to Titus. "Wait... you mean get eaten by that thing?" Hoof sighs and shifts on his hooves. "It could kill you..."     [19:03] "Aye, that it could, but it could also kill tha' thing."     [19:05] He sighs again. "Master could get you ihn, givehn a ritual to prohtect your mind is done, but... you don't get it. You cahn go in to save your friend, buht that doesn't mean both your bodies will survive.. and ihv anything, the body you get in the end could be 'random'. It's very uncertain... Chaos magic works pretty much with wihllpower."     [19:07] "That in't a problem. If it gets Sling out of there, I'm doin' it."     [19:07] "But Titus... There's no guarantee it will work, that Sling will be able to come back out."     [19:08] "There's a chance, isn't there? An' it's the best fookin' chance we're gonna get."     [19:11]  * GreenHoof looks to the Kavsher. "Is that true? Is it the best chance we've got?"     [19:13] He sighs again. "Youhr friend doesn't have to do it. There's a chance... a chance that Master decides to go in himself. P-pull out your friend..." The stallion seems lost in track, and glances to the ceiling. "...It's his 'fault' all this. You know... He has mahde it known to us."     [19:16]  * GreenHoof 's eyes siden slightly at this. Indeed, it had not escaped Hoof that this entire ordeal was Dim's fault, and he had planned to confront Dim about it. But an honest look of surprise came over his face upon the cultists' words. "I... see..."     [19:18] "Ahrrangements have been done. Now we have to wait, Cahnnonites" The tall Pegasus gets up and trots closer to the only exit of the shack. "Master will ahrrive soon with your friends. Be ready."   [19:18] [gib second and I'll see if we have to leave it here again and say >you all guise returned to FC with Dim. Or if we RP it out properly]   [19:24] [Bad news everybody, most players related to the quest are off or unavailable :c]