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Flight of the Ponies

Posted on February 3, 2014 in Dangerous Ponies by Mike DeCuir

The Ponies decided to continue searching  the house, hoping to find some clues from the ogrekin. Some gear shuffling was necessary after the kitchen fight, but after that we returned downstairs to investigate other rooms.

Let me get one thing out right now, traps. Seriously? Every damned thing in this house is trapped. Assuming these Ogres live in this pit, how in the nine hells do they get anything done? They must spend an entire damned day just getting from one side of the house to the other between disarming all their own traps, and setting them back up. What is even the need for it? These guys are massive, most of them are well armed, and there’s nothing of value in this whole forsaken house. And on top of that, HOW do they even traps up? These things are as dumb as bricks with fingers like breakfast sausages. You know, I take that back, it’s not fair to breakfast to compare it to those wretched ogrekin. That plus I don’t want to give Blackfoot any more ideas.

I generally try to give everyone a chance, but these things are beyond mercy.  Even the ever-noble Neth is ready to fight before talking. The things we’ve seen in this house are vile and I will not recount them further. At one point, we attempted to fortify a room and rest til daybreak so that I could pray for divine assistance. I’d just started to dream. Wings, claws, copper scales, flashes of green and black…until another of a what seems to be an endless line of these ogrekin forced his way in. Like part of the dream, I remember cursing the beast and dropping it in a single swipe before returning to sleep. Enough was enough, the Ponies were through. Right then and there we were set on leaving this place (some suggested in ashes…man, I miss that sorcerer sometimes).

On the warpath out, we were stopped by more ogres from the barn. I wanted to keep walking, but everyone else said to stop, and turned out no match for Neth’s plans and Firfus’ illusions. Quick work. Funny story about Kali though, he couldn’t hit a sack from the inside the way he was fighting.  We checked out the barn and someone killed a giant spider or something. Iunno, I wasn’t really paying attention to them, there were breakfasts to be had and gods to petition. This morning’s rituals felt different though, transformative even. Feeling kind of weird, but good weird.  Tougher, stranger. And I have claws now. Praise Hlal.

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