"I'll "try" my best to not get too mad," Blade said, "But, there are a few things. I didn't know this was a mission, and like i said, i have been searching for the guild for three years and never been in this town, what is it called? ponyville?" Blade pulled out another cigarette and lit it up before he could speak. "I'll lead you too the location of the loot I took. There... was something that intrigued me though. There is an amulet that my great grandfather had searched for, it's called the SteelShard Amulet. It is the only amulet to choose it's owner, and there are a few artifacts that i have as well. I'm going to have to keep the steelshard amulet, it's too dangerous for any other to hold, and it chose me as it's holder. Now, would you kindly follow me to the house I mentioned?"
With a small sigh, Vali opened her mouth. "Please... Please, my little darlings.. We are one..." she sang softly. Instantly, everyone felt a little calmer.
As blade finished his cigarette, he felt calm as the singing ran through his head. But in his head, it was interrupted by some Marilyn Manson music. He felt at ease, and completely forgot about the singing. "Now then, who wants to go see my new house? It has the loot in it, so don't worry."
"Blade," she said gently. "You disregarded the guild. We will come to the house, but first, you must face your consequences."
Night sighed. "Blade Runner, as this is your first offense, I'm going to let you let you off easy. Two thousand bits for the Guild general fund, and we can put this whole mess behind us. For your sake, try not to disappoint us again." She grinned, and began tossing valuables into a large burlap sack. "But let us speak no more of this unpleasantness! With the bits we make from this haul, we can buy off Mayor Mare, and gain a hoofhold in Ponyville."
*sigh* "i will give you those weird coins. BUT, is there any possible way we could visit the cemetery first, I have some "new toys" i crafted for the guild." Blade missed his past life, being placed in a world full of nothing but ponies. He thinks his life here is a burden, everyone he knew either died or just disappeared. "Shall we get going, or do you want the loot first?"
"We can't waste time. Those traders are doubtless back in Ponyville by now. It's only a matter of time before they return with the Guards." Night thought for a moment. "The cemetery is on the way to the Hall. We can stop there on the way back. Now, if everypony has their loot, I would suggest that we stop standing around the scene of the crime and get a move on." Tossing her sack of valuables on her back, Winter Night began trotting briskly in the direction of Canterlot.
"Tell me where you wanna meet, i'll get the gold to you quickly." Blade knew there wasn't anytime, as he finished up the sentence, he lit yet another cigarette.
Night shouted back to Blade. "Oy! The cemetery was your idea! Are you coming or not, rookie?" She then turned to Veri. "No problem. Things would have gone a lot worse had you provided a distraction."
"yeah, lets hurry though. i've already set the code there." Blade started running, hoping that the others would keep up.
(Blade Runner, please leave the events to the GM. It's Ridley's job to decide that stuff.) Veti placed her hoof upon her neck, as if fingering the strings on a cello.
(Remember Rule #3. No killing, unless absolutely necessary.) "STOP, YOU FOOL!" Rushing back and grabbing Blade by his mane, Night dragged him away from the Guards. After putting some distance between the Guards and herself, she spoke as calmly as she could manage. "We. Are. Not. Killers. Do you understand that? Had you attacked those Guards, even if you had somehow managed to survive the fight, you would have everypony in Equestria looking for you. The Guild survives because we work in the shadows. Gaining a reputation is the LAST thing we want. Do I make myself clear?"
Meanwhile, Vali walked calmly up to the guards. With a quick tune, she sent them on their way, and turned to watch Winter and Blade.
Blade wanted to tell her about the four adult water dragons on his own and survived, killing three of them, he left the other on for death. but he didn't tell her. "yes i know, now then, shall we continue to our destination, or shall this turn into my amusement? It's your choice, not mine. "oh and P.s., there are worse things i have faced out there other than seven guards. i'll tell ya' 'bout that later, but we need to get going. there was a code to an underground armory that i installed in the cemetery, it won't last long."
(If it's gotten this far off track after six pages, I have no choice but to declare this RP officially dead.)
(Not your fault. This was my first time as GM. I should have been clearer on the rules. I may try this idea again, after the holidays.)
