Kicker swooped in next to Nioxen and began trotting alongside him. "Hey, don't sweat it, dude. Maybe they got muffins wherever these hooded dudes are holed up in."
hunt had saw nothng in the darkness, and the enemy has been too fast for him to react. He just continued to walk next to Winter.
Nioxen looked at kicker and said, in a happier tone "You think they have muffins? that will be fun maby we could have tea with them and a nice conversation!" Nioxen drifted off into thought and trotted up towards the group.
(Um, Legion, I would suggest either us finding a clearing or something, because at this time I think that a camp is in order.)
(OOC: Not to mention I do believe I need either a Luck roll, or my special ability roll for searching through what little remains of the attacker. At the very least, perhaps I can recover the dagger and/or something else that might not have been destroyed.)
(Sorry for the slowness gaiz, coming right up!) Lucky searched through the ashes that remained of the pony that Winter had destroyed, but the only thing he found was the knife that the pony had been weilding. (Lucky aquires a knife) The group continued in the same direction as they had been moving, eventually arriving at a clearing with the small hut that Illudo had seen earlier. There were torches lit outside the hut, and the windows shone with light from inside as well. The door was hanging halfway off its hinges, and several broken masks with ferocious-looking expressions lay in front of the building.
Spoiler: Firebreeze perception Perception: 3 Rolled: 2 You guys...so...lucky...lol As Firebreeze approached the door, he could see another of the robed ponies lying on the floor just inside. The pony was not moving. He was covered mostly by his cloak, but the parts of him that were not were raw, as if his coat had been shaved off and then his skin burned. His cloak was wet.
Kicker let out a whisle. "Yeesh. He does not look good. Somepony really let him have it." He then fluttered over to the body and cuatiously raised the cloak with one hoof. "Let's check it out, shall we?"
The minute Kicker touched the cloak, there was an intense burning sensation in his hoof. Spoiler: Kicker Willpower Willpower: 6 Completely unexpected: -1 Roll: 6 Kicker jerked his hoof away from the cloak with a muffled yelp. Unfortunately, this did not lessen the pain. His hoof continued to feel as if it were on fire. (No damage, but he is distracted by the pain) Spoiler: Group Perception Average: 5 Roll: 3 From inside the hut, there came a small "clack" of glass bumping glass after Kicker yelped. Also, there is a funny smell in the air that seems to be originating from the body. It is not a pleasant smell. Winter is right at the threshold of the hut, still behind the burned body of the cloaked pony. Everypony else is just outside. Kicker had jumped back when his hoof was burned.
Winter tensed at the sound of the clack, he looked around, before fully entering the hut, horn now blazing to stop anything from catching him unaware.
Their further journeys had led them to Zecora's hut. He waits outside as a couple other ponies head inside to investigate. He watches Winter as the stallion stands in the entry of the hut, horn glowing as if preparing for an attack. Hearing the clack of glass from inside the hut and seeing Winter fully enter, he cautiously goes in right behind Winter, then moves to the side in case anypony else wanted to join them within. He gasps softly at the sight of the burned body, just before noticing the unusual smell permeating the inside of the hut. "I-is that Zecora?" he nervously inquires.
Kicker waves his hoof frantically and blows on it in a desperate attempt to alleviate the pain, completely oblivious to anything anypony else is doing.
Winter looked around, the hut was empty, "There's nopony here, strange." he said, motioning the others inside.
Suddenly, a Zebra leapt from behind the long curtains of one of the windows, her eyes filled with rage. "I have already taken one of your kind; do not think I cannot do it another time!" She shouted, grabbing a small glass container from a shelf nearby. She then took a second look at the group and hesitated, her eyes lingering on Illudo's cloak.
Firebreeze walks into the hut after hearing some shouting. He walked into see Zecora threatening some of his group with a bottle. "Woah, Zecora! No need to get violent!"
Nioxen hearing all the commotion charged through the door as fast as he possibly could not stopping for thought or to look around.
