Aw… You didn’t censor the whole word that last time.
Close though!
Two drums and a symbol fall off a cliff :p. Okay, I will be there in a few minutes to go hug you!
Just don’t make a huge scene or anything. Sweetie and Tootsie’s parents are here. I need to act like an adult.
woah, that was some serious fun in bed last night. i didnt know you could be so kinky, minty. although judging by the way your eyes were when i was hammering you, i rocked your world.
Anonymous
im a turd burglar and im going to steal all your turds
AnonymousBy the way, despite my previous comments I do know what that means.
Lyra I think you're the Sage of Music
AnonymousWould you be terribly surprised if I said I didn’t agree?
Hold up. Are you proposing that one asks the ENTIRETY of Canterlot for lessons? What the heck man.
Yes, that’s exactly what I meant. It takes a city to raise a musician!
theres more to grab on boscov than most ponies
AnonymousThere’s more to grab on a bull elephant than an ant.
Different species have different sizes.
CYOA: ask the princess if she knows why you are here. or why they are here. and do something silly while they try to answer you.
AnonymousYou and the artist currently known as N-Amy follow the theoretical Princess of Equestia behind the divide on the far left corner of the room. There’s a staircase going down that you both descend before meeting back up with Celly in what appears to be an armory.
Around you are a few weapon racks, mostly bare, and a few pieces of armor. The armor is sized for griffons though, making your previous discovery of this building’s origin less significant. Aside from possibly a helmet there’s nothing a pony could wear.
While the three of you lay out the armaments available, you trade stories. Prince-Cel, get it, like pretzel? Anyway, she says a client of hers gave her a free ticket for a tour of this place. It was suppository very expensive, so when no one was here she waited a day. But something came in the night and attacked her; that’s what she and Fake-a-tron were talking about when you showed up.
Whatever it was stole something from her, but she wouldn’t say what.
The artist formerly known as N-Amy says she flies around here all the time, but today something struck her in the head and knocked her out of the sky. When she came to something was stolen from her as well.
She also wouldn’t say what was stolen, but that she was more interested in getting revenge on whatever attacked her. Also making sure no pony else gets hurt, but she may have only mentioned that to save face.
They both said what they saw of the assailant was some sort of enigmatic, shadowy creature. But Princess said it scurried away on four legs when she saw it, and Namy said it floated like a mythological wisp or shade.
You tell them that you met an old traveling pony who said he climbed this mountain every year. Unfortunately for him, he was too old and weak to do it again and asked you to. You felt bad for him and agreed. This morning before you left you found a key tapped to your front door with a note. It had rained the night before and you couldn’t make out what it said. But you saw what looked like the word “mountain” and knew it must have been from the old pony.
The whole time this is going on, you drop some of the joke names you came up with and seem to get a few smiles here and there.
In front of you are a few weapons. You’re the only one strong enough to pull a bow string, so it’s already decided that you’ll be taking that. Princess took the only mace and the one helmet small enough for a pony. Namy took both knives and a chain of some kind. Looks like you’re left with either a Staff, a Spear, or you could try using a Clawed Griffonian Gauntlet.
