All right! Maybe they weren't boring! Arc hacks and coughs as the disgusting vapours of the already unpleasantly flatulent blobs rip at his throat, choking him. He manages to wave enough of the gas away from his face not to gag when he opened his mouth. "That doesn't sound like it's coming from out side. I think it's coming from deeper in the cave." It sounded like lightning. As though discharges of powerful static were dragging themselves though the cave by the walls. Arc waves a tolerable bubble out of the gas again: "We didn't come here to pick fights. We need to get out of the gas." Arc sucks in a lungful of the sulphurous air and slowly but carefully begins to wonder back the way they came in.
Throw, now caught in a coughing fit, tried to follow Arc as closely as possible without fainting. "This time *COUGH* is really no- *COUGH* not the time to be experi- *HACK* experimenting! Silver, we have to *COUGH* get out of here!"
Silver responded with an equal display of coughing and hacking, minus the actual words. He stumbled along, blindly following Arc and Throw.
Group Two Unfortunately, another round of breathing the toxic fumes is too much for Silver. He stumbles after Arc and throw, only to find himself passing out. Throw Down easily notices Silver hit the ground, but Arc was not quite as perceptive to it. He is more distracted by the yellow light skittering across the ground deeper in the cavern. It's like a ball of energy that shifts along the floor in a zig zag pattern as it makes a quick approach for the group. The gaseous blobs only producing more of the foul fumes. (-2 WP this round.) Group One "Crazy Kids," the guard comments as he returns to his post. "What was it?" "Oh, some filly's checking out the flowers around here. I told her that she could come and check it out once they open the place, but no can do right now." The standing guard grumbles. "I hate this security... and what for, some treasure hunter's threat? Ah well, I could use a break." The other guard agrees and they go for their pouches collectively. Suddenly; "Wait, where'd my food go?" "Huh?" "Delicious hand-made treat from my mom. I had it right in here!" The other guard chuckles. "You still get treats from mommy?" "They're delicious! So good, somepony may have taken it!" One again, a chuckle from the second guard. "Ah, you couldn't think it was me, could you?" "Well, you're the only one here! Let me see in your pouch." "Alright, fine," he replies with a shrug. After looking for a moment, the guard sighs. "Maybe I dropped it. Help me look for it!"
Perfect Melody decided to look for an instrument for her to carry into the cavern. She informed Emerald that she would'nt be far nor long. "Now then... Where could I find a music shop not too far away..."
Emerald took note of Melody's departure. "Okie dokey." She didn't want to stray too far from the graveyard, since she didn't want to miss her chance to get inside whenever she would be able to. She glanced to her side and noticed that the one who hadn't introduced himself was still there. The Queit One... Doing her best to make light conversation, she awkwardly approached the unicorn. "Um...so what do you do...for, uh, the Boss, I mean...?" He seemed friendly enough, but that silence kinda creeped her out.
Perfect Melody walked around the corner and then back again. A single shop caught her eye. She just hoped it would be a music one. Before she could walk inside however she heard the guards squabbaling. Zephyr you clever Pony you...
Throw heard Silver's steps go off beat, and turned to watch the pony hit the ground. 'No! Not now!' He thought with panic. He tried to call to Arc, but his voice was broken from the fumes. Silently, he lifted Silver onto his back and tried to follow Arc as best he could while supporting Silver at the same time, but Arc appeared to be preoccupied with something else. 'We have to get out of here!' He thought.
Perfect Melody went towards Emerald and the silent one. "What do you think the signal will be? Zephyr never told us what to do and when. I presume we just run in when the guards leave?" She sighed. Stealth missions... She hates them... So quiet...So.. So quiet...
I know it's a cliché and all, but maybe it was the fumes messing with his head. Maybe there was a distinct lack of oxygen running to Arc's brain that made those skittering jolts come from no-where but his own mind. Maybe they were just little bits of fuzz rushing over his eyes. But when every single hair standing on end and alert signal is telling you that you ought to be a mile in the other direction, it's time to either throw yourself at the supposed mirage or hoof it out of there... "We need -" A rather heavy cough before trying again. "Need to leave! NOW!" Arc splutters again, shaking his head while he put his hooves in motion. The shambling canter would have to do for getting him out of the gas and way from the sparks. Disaster strikes as his lungs stop Arc to expel the gas from his body. He winds down to a halt, hacking into the ground like an old, dying stallion while trying to wave most of the gas away from his face. He draws in one lungful of air from the small pocket he attempted to create and holds it. With this new plan, he charges drunkardly forwards, trying to stay upright and awake.
(So, uh, is Firebolt just sorta dead or something?) Arc charged off down the cave. Throw followed him as quickly as his limbs would let him, but Arc was quickly gaining ground, and Silver's combined weight was causing issues. 'There's gotta be a way to wake this guy up!' he thought with alarm. 'I can't get us both out of the cave together. What can I do to wake him up!?'
Everything was a blur to Silver. He couldn't tell up from down from anything else, and he felt like he was sleeping on a really small boat, cause it just kept rocking and rocking... Wai...wasn't he supposed ta be doin' summin'? Like leavin... Well, that could wait, he was really tired...
Group Two Firebolt rushes into the cavern, (which she was for some reason guarding the entrance of,) as she heard the commotion. The pegasus did her best to hold her breath while pulling Silver along, helping Throw. Spoiler: Escape Rolls! Throw Down (Carry 55+20 Plus Firebolt: 10+8 | Combined: 93 Throw Down (Speed 60 Firebolt (Speed 65+10 Arc (Speed 2+12 The group, while getting out of the fumes, is considderably slowed. The normally fastest member of the group, Arc, is getting a very hazy field of view, feeling dizzy and almost sick. (-2 WP, only 1 left.) Throw and Fire get Silver past the gas field and into the more airy cavern room with Arc, but a quick look behind them and Throw Down can see a strange yellow puddle-like blob zig-zagging up along the hallway in his direction. Spoiler: Throw Down's Knowledge? Roll=77-4 To the best of Throw's knowledge, it looks hostile! Spoiler: Throw Vs Puddle Initiative Puddle Total=32 Throw Down Total=62 Should he choose to engage it, he'll get the first kick in! ----- Group One The guards begin to look around the graveyard, apparently searching for the home-made pastry. The distraction leads them out of sight of the entrance to the Blackwater Tomb, but only for a few moments.
The odd yellow blob continued towards them, gaining ground quickly. 'What!?' He thought. This thing didn't look like it wanted to settle things over tea. He left Silver in the hooves of Firebolt and said "Get him a few paces away, and see of you can get him up and running. Arc! To me!" He turned back to the now considerably closer blob. "You're going to have some fun!" He said under his breath. [Throw engages hostile]
Spoiler: Combat Round Dice Throw Down vs Yellow Thing Throw Down awaits the attack... Yellow Thing attacks at extended melee: 35+4 Throw Down dodges attack: 60+10 Waiting Bonus Throw Down attempts to trample the yellow thing: 69+8 Yellow Thing attempts to dodge: 52+12 Throw Down's trample damage (1d10) : 10+20 Suddenly, like a streak of electricity, the yellow thing barrels through the air at Throw. He was ready for it, however, and ducked in time for it to miss him. It didn't stop moving, as it tried to move around him once it hit the ground again, he caught it with a hoof, stomping on it harshly. The gooey material feels a little shocking, but he sees much of it spatter around. The first smash did a lot to the thing, as Throw knew he put his full force into the trampling stomp. Arc and Throw can see more coming from where the gas came from, as the wounded one moves much slower, trying to get away to the side. Spoiler: Initiative Rolls Throw Down: 50 Arc Gust: 55 Yellows: 111 (The yellows go first next round. You can get some momentary RP in, I'll do their init when I get back to a comp.)
The yellow creatures continue to streak up the hallway, closing in fast, as the wounded one moves to the opposite side of the room, apparently in an attempt to get away. The creatures can't quite make it to the ponies before the party is able to act, so... Arc, then Thrown Down in initiative.
The blurriness was sort of warm and fuzzy. Imagine looking through the entirety of the world though the bottom of a glass while it was half submerged in water. The world sort of smudges and warps on the other side of the glass. It doesn't really matter currently, it's all sort of negligible. It because it's all outside and not inside Arc's mind right now. And anotherthing, how aboueooif. POjeewjja kwejdpaa,; Wait...Did someone call him? His hooves felt like sandbags currently. His drunken stumble to a stop was detached and inelegant compared to the nimble mountain goat he was earlier. He makes a meal of turning around to see the blobs march...well, not really march. More 'slither' towards them. While he could feel his chest smouldering, Arc readies himself for a fight with any blobs that come his way.
Perfect Melody nodded at her comrades. Now was thier chance. She sprinted into the cemetary towards her objective.
