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@@RunsWithSquirlz @@PathfinderCS @ Wanderlust's eyes were only partially open, he was half asleep but this was all too important not to listen to. He thought he'd at least picked up part of what was going on, somebody had stolen magic gems, some magic catalyzers, had spent some time with the Crystal heart and had mining equipment. That seemed the gist of it... He fidgeted, obviously these ponies were just going to ignore him and Whisp if they didn't contribute to the discussion. So he mumbled the question that Celestia had put in his head when she voiced that maybe his actions were only leading the vision to come true, "So what if that's the point? What if they want to be found? It doesn't seem like they've been subtle leaving behind their marks. Other ponies use the mountains and explore the mines, other have to have noticed moving all that equipment too; rumors have to be spreading, the Crystal Ponies still get frightened over mysterious presences and things in the mountains.." He used a hoof to fiddle with the edge of the map on his table as he continued to just absently speak his thoughts. "Mines are horrible places, I've dealt with some nasty diamond dogs once... Traps are easy to prepare in tunnels, whole companies of royal guards could be trapped or killed by a single pony at switches with the proper plan. That could be what they want, to create fear, panic, pain and hopelessness. The large collection of magic gems and catalyzers sounds like they're certainly trying to make something. Maybe they just studied the Crystal heart, trying to understand the way it turns love and hope into power. Maybe it's the yang-." his thoughts turned to his horrible vision of struggling to survive in fear of the darkness and the hopeless existence hounded by an inescapable killing coldness, ""-and they want to create the yin. A dark heart that takes power from fear and hopelessness instead... Just a thought... rushing in or creating a panic might play into their hooves.." He closed his eyes again content to just listen to them.

So have you guys ever done anything related to the creepy things in your states? I actually grew up in an area that's supposed to be really haunted. http://mysteriousheartland.com/top-10/top-10-creepiest-roads-in-illinois/ Apparently if you believe the article Cuba Rd. is the most haunted road in the state and I used it all the time to go to my high school. The abandoned house they mention on the nearby Rainbow Rd. was a gangsters at one point, so in middle school my friendship I went exploring the property and stuff, overturning things bullshitting about what we would do if we found a hidden stash. My best friends girlfriend back then lived directly behind the White Cemetery. Things aren't as scary when you grow up around them and don't know they're supposed to be scary... But I did do something that I still find scary, I actually kissed the Black Angel in Iowa City. She's a very intimidating gravestone, and the myths range anywhere from instant death to six months to the date to 7 years from the date, so yeah still not in the clear on that one. It's actually a more well know interesting haunting spot, I'd encourage looking it up and if you're ever in Iowa city for some reason visit it.

Nice, I'm jealous the people I'm hanging out with would never put up with watching that, they can be real pains in the ass about anything they consider childish. Ah but being scared is so much fun! Which Exorcist? I actually really like the Emily Rose one. Well at last time you mentioned a ghost in your house you said it put your kids to bed for you so at least they're friendly hehehe What's the Seattle haunted tour like/involve?

Clarke is just outside the Stable, which would be in the field between the collapsed inn, the barn and the forest. So both. Hanging out with friends, I really want to go to a couple of hunted houses, but we'll see if I can actually get them out and about.

Well he did get flat out stabbed in the chest earlier and during our hiatus I kinda forgot about it... So when I remembered it today, I well had to address it. Also wanted chilling touch to starting the Ashcreek Forest part of this RP. What did you guys think?

I dunno, it's actually up to Squirlz having Whisper notice something was wrong and going to help him after hesitating or setting Finn down or anyone else noticing that he was struggling out of the Stables. It happened pretty fast but you've probably got a couple minutes before he kicks the bucket. You pass out from oxygen loss before any serious vitals start shutting down.

Hehehe welcome to the next chapter everybody.

@@RunsWithSquirlz @@Dji @@Alex Kennedy @@Sanctified Absence @@Flying Ace @ @@Shadow Dancer Finn was still out cold when Whisper took him from Clarke, "The little beastie really saved us in there. Knocked his head a bit though, you might want to help him heal up..." Was it just him or did his voice sound a little hoarse and forced? He was too caught up in the moment to care though, "I'm really glad your okay Miss Whisp, I was really worried..." He trailed off remembering his dream and feeling guilty, he pulled Whisper in for a quick awkward hug well she was holding the dragon, it made his chest hurt. He felt a bit woozy and tired, but everyone probably did. "I'm going to go make some java for everyone. I think Adrass and Indicus need some of your help think you can do it before I'm back with coffee?" He gave her shoulder a squeeze before heading for the barn. Clarke had finally reached his cart in the barn when the adrenaline and endorphins wore off enough that he realized something was really wrong. His vision was blurring and the weakness he was feeling wasn't just tiredness. His chest wouldn't stop aching, in fact it now felt like it was on fire, each breath an agonizing struggle. He looked down focusing on his chest, at the little stream of blood moving down it... 'That's right the maid I headbutted, she stabbed me in the chest.' He realized he had a coppery taste in his mouth, and the taste had been in the back of his throat for awhile now, that had been the cause of his hoarseness and funny sound to his voice. The wound hadn't seemed like much; in the moment and out of necessity he'd been able to forget about it even, but that serrated blade must have bit deep enough to hit a lung. Serrated blades were meant to cause as much bleeding as possible and it had apparently done its job. He swayed drunkenly trying to use his cart as support, clumsy numb hands knocked tools loose and cabinets open. Clarke gave a gurgling cough and suddenly his mouth was full of warm blood. 'This isn't right, I got in one little fight. She got just one jab. I barely helped them, I didn't fight the deadly assassin but I'm the one dying?!' His eyes went wide at the realization, he was dying. Coughing up blood like this, the punctured lung was already flooded the other one would be soon. He pushed of the cart stumbling towards the stable doorway, he needed to get back to the others. 'Combination of blood loss and oxygen deprivation, I'm going to suffocate. Drown in my own blood. How long have I already been using just one lung or at least a failing respiratory system?!' He was starting to panic now, but the adrenaline wasn't enough to drive him now, his vision was fading at the edges. He tripped collapsing just exiting the stables doors. 'Whisper could help me! She's healing the others she could help!' He tried to cry out but it came out as a weak gurgle and spitting more blood onto the ground. What had that Maid said? 'At least one of you has the sense to die like he's supposed to.' Guess she was right, he had been the weakest link anyways... And planning to betray them, they would be better off without him... 'No! Coppershine, I have to at least warn Whisper about Coppershine. She deserves that much, I need to save her from...' He was weakly griping and ungriping the nights cool wet grass trying to hold his head up to look for the group, but he saw a small white glowing girl at the forests edge... She was waving at him, she was beautiful, with twisting falling petals of brilliance all around her. 'The forest is haunted, I'm dying so I can see it...' He swore he could hear her giggling, it was light and playful. She gestured to him to come to her, wiggling a finger to follow. 'So I join them? In the forest? Maybe I can help guide them then if I'm there? Protect them? Would I get a chance to warn Whisper? Ask forgiveness?' He couldn't support himself anymore collapsing on to the refreshingly chilling grass, her voice a clear bell that only he could hear, "Come play with me in the woods..." He did.

(Made this post at work on my phone, hope it turned out okay) Wanderlust was frightened, but it wasn't from anything the Princess had said. No Celestia was being perfectly logical and reasonable, especially considering the lunacy he had just told her. The way she looked at him made him feel like she really did understand and even a bit of kinship to what he was experiencing, he'd never expected to feel that from royalty. Her response to him only justified his fear though, because it made what he was sensing all the more horrible. It came from his old pocket covered saddle bag that the guard was handing back to him. It was certain seeds, spores, and pure plant extracts calling out to him, they were all toxins and poisons he had collected in years of travel and they all want to be inside Celestia. Nature magic had never called out to him like this it was almost demanding, pushy and overwhelming. He stammered again to Celestia as he accepted the bag, "I-I, umm, well.". He could tell from the way Whisp was staring wide eyed at the bag that she could feel it too, or at least she felt something. It was so wrong, the Princess herself was offering her trust to him and the magic he had learned to trust screamed she was a threat to be ended. It had to be the corruption of that symbol effecting him or something trying to influence him to create that horrible vision! Maybe Celestia was right in thinking him being here would make the vision true? Or would this really prevent some aweful future? No he wouldn't be anyone's puppet. "I-I. No. I'll do it a another way. I'll join your group Princess, I really hope I can do something to help." Wanderlust didn't even realize he had replied to the influences aloud, he'd meant just to reply to Celestia. As he walk past her towards the ponies discussing further in the library he felt one last throb of pain in his head before it faded in acceptance. He spoke in a hushed concerned tone to Whisper, "You felt that too right? Was that the Stag? Natures darkside? I've never felt it before...". His eyelids drooped as the adrenaline of meeting the princess started to fade. He leaned over and nuzzled his head against Whisper neck, a common telltale sign he was about to ask her a favor, "Uh Whisp, it's probably unfair of me to ask I know the last week has taken a lot out of you too... But I think I might finally be able to sleep some, the pain's all gone. Would it be okay if I just rested my eyes at the table? You can handle introductions right?". He didn't really wait for her response as he slid into a chair closest to where the group was discussing making an "Mmmhnng" sound as the softness of the cushion and promptly letting his head thud against the table top.

He hasn't been online since the 20th, when I came back and finally posted on the 23rd I sent him a PM cause sometimes that goes to an email address too. I'd hoped he'd sign back in before we were leaving the inn, but yeah not sure what else we can do other than everyone sending him a PM. RP logic says we put kinda just ignore his absence and pretend he's still traveling with us but also don't acknowledge him or give him anything to do... It's kinda like Schroeder's Cat, if he comes back he's been with us the entire time but if he doesn't than he stopped being with us at the inn and in the mean time he's both. I feel really bad doing that though because Squirlz and I were absent for extended times and the game paused for us, but it's really hard to put a GM in the groups pocket and continue the story.

So I just realized we should be in good old scary haunted Ashcreek Forest and hopefully be dealing with some spooky stuff for Halloween

Wanderlust looked rather disheveled and was leaning on Whisper a bit when they first entered, he looked like he might nod off at any moment but he pushed away from his deer companion starting to walk on his own and trying to keep his head held high once he realized he was in the presence of the princess, within in sight of the other and still he managed to bow deeply to them when he stopped before Celestia. "Your highness... I don't suppose saying it's what my cutie mark is telling me would be enough..." he put a hoof to his mouth right after saying it, then rubbed his puffy eyes with the dark circles under them. The stallion despite clearly being a young adult didn't even have a cutie mark. "I actually said that out loud. I'm so sorry your highness, I'm rather nervous and I tend to try and joke when I'm tired... Nervous! I joke when I'm nervous but I'm so tired, I..." He gave a growl and a heavy sigh, then took several deep calming breathes. "Please give me a chance to start over... My name is Wanderlust and... gods I'm going to sound like a nutcase but I think I'm supposed to stop you from doing something horrible." He tripped a little on his words again, "By accident, I'm sure of course, the royals would never hurt anypony on purpose... probably." He seemed to be rambling off track again the last part meant to just be a silent thought, Whisper nudged him to try and help him refocus. "R-right! Um, well... WHISPER thinks I've had a vision." He couldn't help but throw his best friend in front of that speeding cart crash of a concept, she was the one that insisted it was true after all. But once he'd finally gotten the idea off his tongue, to the Princess of the Sun no less, he was sure it was the truth no matter how foolish. He gave rather contented sigh, his posture changed, he stopped swaying, his eyes seemed more awake and confident; he could hold the princess's gaze and finally stopped stammering. "She's never steered me wrong before and was training to be the nature priestess for her tribe... It doesn't just feel like some reoccurring nightmare and I got terrible headaches and pains when we traveled any direction except for, well here to you. We've been traveling over a week, I've had it every night, so please listen to us." "In the nightmare something horrible is going to happen and has happened..." He gestures his hoof about trying to drag it to the front of his mind, "It's difficult to remember, there's an unending darkness creating a freezing winter to blanket the earth but also the sky with a sun raining teardrops that kill. Mother Nature and life itself slowly fading from sight calling out to hold on to brilliant seeds of light." Wander shook his head looking dismayed, "I'm sorry, it's all jumbled and mi-" his eyes locked with the sign scorched into the library floor. "That! That symbol it's everywhere in the dream! Carved into the trees, engraved on buildings, across the flaming sun, in the snow, a shadow on the moon!" He locks eyes with Celestia, dark tired eyes intense all the same, "Princess please whatever that sign is for, no matter what your trying to do please stop. If the burning sun and freezing night represent you and your sister it's going to do something terrible to you and then you're going to do something terrible to the world..." Wanderlust swallowed loudly and trembled a little moving closer to Whisper, he realized it sounded like he was either threatening or accusing the two rulers of a nation, two of the most powerful beings on the planet of something terrible. That probably wasn't about to go over with them too well.

@@RunsWithSquirlz @@Alex Kennedy @@Flying Ace @ @@Shadow Dancer Lance pounded up the steps coming suddenly to the bard and one of the girls who was supposed to be restrained, this group must have had more allies that the inn had expected strange of them to travel in two groups like that but must have been smart since it had saved them. He didn't slow as he pushed off the wall jumping into the air to flip over them, still he couldn't resist some extra flare in the maneuver and had his face pass uncomfortably close to Robert's while he was upside down, with a little suggestive wink as well. Before landing at the top of the stairs and continuing toward the inns front door. ******** Clarke was leading the others and they weren't far behind the flow dancer, he saw Robert and Tulla, his mind was too focused on other things to even consider how Lance had pass them when they were blocking the stairs. He bellowed out to them, "Robert, Tulla! Thanks for waiting but we need to go now! This place is enchanted to blow. Where's Miss Whisp? Is Whisper safe already?!"

Hey guys sorry to be a co-GM that's so late to the party, it was pretty rude of me. Figured I needed to say hello at least before I appear in the RP. So here is a link to my OC http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/wanderlust-r5485 it doesn't have all his info and something's haven't been updated in a long while but it's still him for the most part and I like to reveal more personal details for an OC as time goes on for a story anyways.

@@Flying Ace @ @@Shadow Dancer Clarke rose from where Finn had crashed into the wall and he was grinning ear to ear, "I found my stuff!" Indeed Clarke had slung Finn over his shoulders and in one hand he had his chainsword the other held his scattergun. "Dresden catch! Point the end with holes at the maid, pull the trigger in the handle, but mind the recoil!" He threw the scattergun to Dresden as they were both heading for the door, behind them the muscly maid must have been a glutton for punishment because she was climbing to her feet again. Clarke started the ignition on the sword revved it once then throttled the spinning teeth to a high speed letting him easily cleave through the table blocking the door. He paused looking back to make sure Indicus was helping Adrass and that Dresden was still coming as well.

@@Flying Ace @ @@Shadow Dancer Bertha looked down at Dresden in contempt, "I understood what he meant little boy." She seemed to find her resolve, "My mistress needing my life is all I need to be sure of!" She turned hurling the table top like a discus at Adrass and should he dodge the doorway beyond him. She then swung the table leg club at Dresden, "We can all die as one!" ******** Clarke not liking the sound of all this explosion and blast talk had rushed over to one of the walls to pick up the still unconscious Serafinno. They all needed to be ready to go now.

@@Flying Ace @ @@Shadow Dancer Despite the weak waves of magical interference that the hunter was putting out Lance could still read the way the sword was being tossed to Indicus and how it was them choosing to work together, though his understanding of the energies were greatly slowed. That didn't concern him or distract him too much, but the sudden blinding flare of potential energy spreading from the Inns foundation and racing to flow throughout the entire building very much did, it also terrified him to his core. The combination of the sheer magical potential energy and the hunters attempt at interference delayed his recognition of the javelin hurtling towards him, at least enough that he realized he could no longer dodge it. Instead he threw up his free hand trying to ward the projectile off... The wooden shaft didn't just penetrate his palm, it tore and split it; leaving it a mutilated wreck. The assassin was on him just a second slower having been further away to run up and make his swing, Lance was able to deflect the heavy swing as it broke his foil but he swept out with his leg assaulting Indicus' wound leg and sending him crashing to the floor. His opponent exposed on the ground next to him Lance could have used the jagged stump remains of the foil to end Indicus' life but he was more concerned about his own survival. He rolled away from the downed man to avoid any of his thrashing and came up running towards the door clutching his ruined hand. "Madame you traitorous whore!! I refuse to die in some blast like a vermin!" He nimbly tumbled past the sluggish hunter also not bothering to strike out. In an instant he was through the doorway and out of the basement. *********** Bertha still stood near Dresden, "Blast? Lance, wut blast?! Lance!" She called after the flow dancer. Her eyes now wide and wild, both at being left to face all these opponents and what the mans words had implied.

@@Flying Ace @ @@Shadow Dancer Lance gave a heavy sigh as he reevaluated the situation: the only barmaid left was Bertha the muscle bound one trying to smash the water Mage boy; the tinkerer was about to undo his last cuff; the joyless guard was weakened but skilled enough to be making a killing blow difficult; the newcomer was surprisingly a hunter but energy was bleeding from him almost as fast as the one eyed assassin, he must already have been through a beating; the only good thing that had happened was the charismatic bard had run off. He smirked, the odds weren't good but he could still easily win this fight; first he would jump to assist Bertha, stab the water Mage in the heart while she distracted him; next slit the tinkerer throat while moving back to engage with the actual combat opponents; with Bertha's assistance he would easily manage a mortal blow against one of them by sacrificing her, before ending it with a prolonged but inevitable duel with the survivor; finally he'd have the easy of hunting down the bard and any other remnants of this group... That was the most likely future he saw, but he was no master of the flow dance and could only see so far with a true certainty. There were still many risks... His mistress The Madame had fled, her establishment in shambles and the core of her staff dead... She was unlikely to recover from this and she still owed a great debt to Lady Valentine (hope that's right), perhaps it would be best to simply return to the District to report about her failures. Yes, that was probably the wisest decision... ********************* Bertha growled and was about to throw the table at Dresden, planing to follow it up with a baseball swing of the club at his head when Lance called out. "Bertha, hold a moment, our mistress has abandoned us so and the establishment so our priorities may have changed." Lance focused on the hunter, "I recognize you as a hunter, you probably recognize my discipline of fighting and know what I am as well. Why are you here to defend mages, hunter? You must realize fighting me like this with these weak allies will probably get you killed. But lucky you my commitment to this fight I waning, only my insulted pride screams for me to stay and kill you all. So I offer you a deal, kill the shadow Mage guard," he gestured at Indicus. "Bertha and myself shall leave peacefully." ********* Clarke finally released the lock on his final cuff, he glared over at Lance, "Like hell that's going to happen. You're scared you're outnumbered now and are looking for a way out. We're not going to forgive any of you for what you were doing here!" Still Lance just stood, sweaty but completely uninjured so far, staring at Adrass for his decision.

It was fine man, you cleared it already too. No problem whats so ever

Wait a second... In the thread I'm listed as post 1001 but next to the thread the post count is 1000... guess that's the reply count, I'm the 1000th reply, congrats @@Flying Ace you were the actual 1000th post

I was obivously waiting so that I could come back and give our RP its 1000th post, congrats on that everybody.

@, @@Alex Kennedy, With Adrass driving his sword at the upper hinge and Robert bashing way at the low one the rusted old metal of both twisted and then gave under the force of Adrass' strike. The top hinge gave first, the sudden lack of resistance to quick for Robert to recover and he stumbled off balance against the wood as it tilted before the bottom hinge broke letting it topple into the basement with Robert directly in it's path. (Man my inner engineer kinda wanted to write out Clarke yelling at Robert how to best break the hinge, but such explanations have no place on the battle field and I wanted to advance the story faster ) @@Shadow Dancer, Lance slipped away from Indicus making sure to still keep his distance and ranged advantage, he struck a quick sweep at the leg on his opponents blind side looking to hobble and inhibit him further. Skipping even further back after the assualt to give himself a puase and to appraise the collapsed door. He called to the man in the already disheveled state that had stumbled through, "This intimate dance was not meant to be a ménage à trois but I will make accomidations if I must. I'm more than enough of a man for all of you." @@Flying Ace, The unsually large musclar maid picked herself up after Dresden's watery attack, having lost her sword she puased to step on an over turned table and snapped one of it's leg to use as a heavy club, while hefting and braceing the thick table in her other arm for a huge crude sheild. "Lets try this again wimpy little boy." she smacked the ground once with the club for emphasis before leaning forward with her sheild and charging at him with a mountains worth of force. ****** Clarke breathed a sigh of releif as the maid that had been attacking him collapsed to the floor clutching at the needle in her throat that Indicus had thrown, he stretched out and snatched it for himself. 'That was a pretty good trade of tools.' he thought to himself as he hurriedly tried to pick the lock on his final shackled hand.

@ The Flow Dancers are magical in a similar way to how Hunters are magical, it's about sensing and reading energy not control or manipulation. Actually most hunters would find the flow dance as just the next step of sensing magic auras, it becomes sensing all energy auras and reading them to such a familiar level they can respond before things happen. What would screw with magic sensing also messes with energy sensing to a lesser degree. Also sorry I've been a bit occupied, trying make a post soon.

Well if you are talking about some sort of rudimentary sight that he is inexperienced with I'd be okay with it but when you say it's like the flow dancer power I've go to say it can't be like that because what that comes from is a slight foresight caused by being able to read energy and potential energy and years of training from the youngest years to read the paths that potential energy will take and doing so fast enough to avoid it before it happens. Shadows wouldn't give the foresight of what would happen next but if you're asking for a vague sense of what's happening in an area around you including your blind spot I can allow that.