Group 4 Session 45

<uSeaGM> **FoE PnP Group 4 Session 45 begins**
<uSeaGM> On the way to the Junkyard our intrepid adventurers followed the dirt road through a forest and spot a raised rocky outcropping a little distance away half way up a wooded hill that partially peaked through the trees. They also notice an unnatural shape amongst the rocks. It was some kind of hut.
<uSeaGM> Milia invoked wasteland law, which states that they must check it out and loot it. Watch_Tower teleported himself next to the rundown, rusty shack and managed to find footing on the hill's rugged slope. Everyone else left the path and weaved through the trees to follow, heading deeper into the forest. Trees pressed in on every side blocking light from above and branches cracked underhoof as they travelled.
<uSeaGM> Until Spectre raised her hoof in warning to stop Milia and Berry. <Shush. There's something else out here.>
<uSeaGM> After the sudden stop everyone on the forest floor hears it... wood clacking on wood very quietly. The noise only lasted a moment, as if the makers of the noise had been trying to mask it beneath the sound of our party's movement. Berry halted abruptly and took a look around "we better get back to the path...." At the speed of thought, Milia replied <Might be too late for that...>
<uSeaGM> Atop his perch, Watch_Tower was too far away to hear the sound himself but through their linked minds he could share their apprehension <...alright I really hope thats not what I think it is... anypony know if timber wolves are common in this area?>
<uSeaGM> Milia was quick to respond <What, in a forest? What the hell do you—> Then the smell hit them, foul breath like rotting wood. Milia gaged a bit. <-...think?!>
<uSeaGM> Berry sighed and flattened on the ground, looking for decent cover as she retrieved her laser pistol with her tail. Watch_Tower instantly regreted not having purchased incindiary grenades when he was getting ammo, but he did have plasma rounds so he loaded them instead.  Spectre thought better of her location and pulled out her riot shotgun, ready for close range combat.
<uSeaGM> With its prey alerted, the forest around them growls.
<uSeaGM> Malicious green eyes quickly weave in a out between the trees surrounding our party, circling and stalking to outflank and confuse. Their movements are fast and attempts to track any individual, or to accurately count their number, prove fruitless to the ponies (and zebra) on the ground.
<uSeaGM> From his higher lookout (roughly 100 yard away, Long range), Watch_Tower can see the dark shapes flitting around his friends. There are around a dozen of them, but the majority are gathered  in small groups a the edge of the hunt. Waiting for their turn or for enough room to join in.
* Milia stays hunched low to the ground, ready to lash out at a moment's notice at any particularly uppity piles of kindling that try to attack. <So...fight or flight, guys? And I mean that in the most literal sense possible.>
* Spectre slides into a combat stance, her shotgun at the ready <I'm pretty sure we're surrounded.>
<Spectre> <I don't want to use the talismans unless we have to.>
<Watch_Tower> <Well I think Atom should fly...Milia you can probably go wood chuck on them..>
* Milia nickers, defiantly, making herself seem as threatening a target as possible. She rubs a forehoof across her face quickly, as her eyes were beginning to water from the stench. <Fight it is, then...this ought to be fun...>
<uSeaGM> The pack yipps and barks, but a deeper more menacing growl can be heard from a larger, darker wolf. This ancient creature of ebony is covered in moss and lichen and prowls with greater purpose.
* Artifica_ frowns.  Bullets wouldn't do much against these foes.   But... Spirit of Flame would!
* Milia chimes in with some profound insight, based on her many years of survival training and accumulated expertise. <...Those are some angry trees.>
<Spectre> <You could say that, yea.>
* Artifica_ gulps, ears pasting back.  <If only Watcher were here.  Fire-breathing would be nice.>
<Watch_Tower> <I've got Plasma Grenades...,but umm...might want to be careful there>
<Watch_Tower> <Say...I just had an idea!>
* Watch_Tower closes his eyes and focuses on picturing a Shield with holes in it large enough for a power hoof or guns to be poked out, but not big enough for the wolves to fit into.
* Watch_Tower is trying to send that image to the group. <sound like a good idea?>
* Milia looks back to her saddlebags, getting an idea of her own as she spots the large wolf. <Yeah, that'll work...if the big one gives us trouble, I've got something ready to deal with him...>
<Milia> <...I hope...>
* Watch_Tower puts that shield up then!
<uSeaGM> Milia and Spectre are momentarily distracted, and one wolf leaps to attack. This was the chance they had been waiting for.
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* Watch_Tower decides he'll have to teleport closer and when he gets the chance does.
<uSeaGM> It lands one hit on Milia and another on Spectre... then all hell breaks loose.
* Spectre cries out in rage and pain as the wolves claws tear into her skin
* Milia shouldn't have looked away. The vile, splintery maw currently digging into her hide was proof of that, and it's a valuable lesson she'll be taking to heart. "OW! You little prick!" the zebra snaps back, angry.
<uSeaGM> Amidst its prey, the first wolf strikes against the closest ponies.
<Watch_Tower> <hmm...New plan I can't put my shield up at this distance. Try and fly up I'm going to bombard the area with Plasma Grenades!>
<uSeaGM> It completely misses Milia but lands two claws on Spectre
* Spectre cries out again "OH FUCK YOU!"
<uSeaGM> Wolf 2 leaps at Artifica, using the distraction caused by the first wolf to its advantage.
* Milia bobs and weaves, narrowly avoiding getting raked across the face. She winces as she hears out Spectre's furious shriek. "Shit, this could get bad..."
<Watch_Tower> <They're all grouped up in that area and I can hit them all if you get out of the way!>
<uSeaGM> It rakes a claw across her back and sinks its teeth into her hide.
<Milia> <There's also like a dozen more waiting to friggin' to maul us!  How 'bout you chuck the grenades at the ones in standby!  'cause no /way/ are these things gonna let us break through that canopy without snapping at us and bringing us back down!>
<uSeaGM> The third wolf goes for Milia. It probably isn't the cleverest of the bunch.
<Watch_Tower> <Alright...wait seriously a dozen?>
<uSeaGM> with it's expirience as a pack hunter, this wolf hits her twice and bites a chunk out of her leg.
* Milia manages to deflect a claw swipe, but the other two attacks land true, taking a sizable chunk from the zebra's hide with them. She's not in spectacular shape at the moment.
<Watch_Tower> <I hate being unable to protect you all from back here...> Watch readies to launch several plasma grenades at the waiting wolves.
* Artifica_ screams in shock and pain like a young filly!  (Although, to her merit, a least a post-cutie-mark filly.)  Her horn flares as she pushes through the pain to cast one spell, then another.
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* ThePrettiestFilly is now known as AtomBell
* Milia gnashes her teeth through the pain, taking note that the most threatening looking of all the wolves has yet to make a move. She was hoping she could prevent him from doing so, period. The zebra plunges her muzzle into her saddlebag, withdrawing a small vial of white powder and hucking it at the alpha wolf. <Everypony , hold your breath!>
* uSeaGM gives voice to AtomBell
* AtomBell snaps out of whatever coma she's in and does so on Milia's command
<uSeaGM> The vial smacks the Ebony wolf in the face, covering him in white powder. He shakes his head to try and clear it and growls angrily.
* Milia grunts in frustration, seeing the massive beast is still up. <Goddess-damn that thing is tough...> she inwardly curses, before setting upon the timber wolf that gave her a few new scars to show off.
* Spectre clears her head of pain enough to level her shotgun at the wolf attacking her and firing off a few shells
<uSeaGM> Spectre unloads four enchanted rounds into the wolf at point blank range, leaving mere splinters in her wake.
<Watch_Tower> <INCOMING!>
* Watch_Tower turns his Saddlemounted Grenade Launcher and carefully lobs two Plasma grenades into the midst of those Wolves.
<Watch_Tower> (the ones that were waiting away from the group*)
* Watch_Tower also spends 20ap to ready to dodge any that come his way
<uSeaGM> With his targets so far away Watch_Tower nearly misses but both grenades land amongst the waiting wolves, the eldrich fire sending them into panic and settting several trees alight
<uSeaGM> In fact, half the wolves he hit turn tail and run.
<Watch_Tower> <...we're gonna have to deal with that...after this...only we can prevent forest fires...and all that....>
* AtomBell finds that for once her group has completely pulped everything in a hundred foot radius with their usual efficiency.  Nor have they avoided taking hits either, what with wolves being snarling rage machines and all.  There's no way she can provide the care her friends and lover need with them around.  Her wing goes for her magic energy pistol.
<AtomBell> "Only after everyone submits to a round of medical treatment and rest," Atom replies aloud before a pistol takes up her mouth, "Go away, you!"
<Watch_Tower> <Gladly...I should be able to shield us from a forest fire...>
* AtomBell blasts the unfamiliar weapon at the giant wooden beast
* AtomBell makes it make a whooshy whiny noise a few times before it makes a sputtery click and stops working
<uSeaGM> Two of Atom's shots go wide but her hit is enough to fell the savage beast. The timber that formed its body collapses and begins to steam.
* Milia blinks a few times as the timber wolf she was tangling with crumples from an unexpected salvo of magical blasts. She can't help but grin when she realizes who covered her. "Damn...nice shot, doc!"
<uSeaGM> The big bad wolf, whilst previously content to see how the younger pups fared, is spurred into action my Milia's insult. It goes straight for the zebra.
* Milia 's eyes go wide. "Oh, fuck."
<AtomBell> "Mmmf!" she cheers for the smashy zebra; anything that got her less cut up.  Her delight at hitting something not her own flank sours as the big motherfucker trucks it for Milia, "MM!"
<uSeaGM> It must have been effected by the sleep powder more than it seemed since Milia was able to deftly dodge its pouncing attack. His own momentum even caused him to mess up his landing, preventing a follow up.
<uSeaGM> Despite the alpha's performance another wolf detatches from the onlookers and joins the fray.
* Milia rears onto her hindhooves to avoid a particularly nasty swipe, following it up with a remarkably deft vault that places her just a few centimeters out of range of a very menacing, VERY rank set of alpha-wolf jaws. "Hah! Guess you weren't as resilient as I thought, you overgrown pile of mulch!"
* AtomBell sighs in relief
<uSeaGM> With no pony stopping it, the wolf attacking Artifica gets into a better position and bites  deeply into her neck
<uSeaGM> The new wolf joins its alpha to attack the other ponies (and zebra)
* Milia 's blood runs cold as she spots the literal bind her marefriend is currently in. "Oh, shit, ART! Hold on, I'm coming!" she shrieks frantically, having all but forgotten about the alpha.
* AtomBell turns away at this critical moment to see Artifica getting eaten alive
* AtomBell has a wolf clawing at her flanks for her trouble
<uSeaGM> It proves just as inept as its elder.
* AtomBell doesn't notice it either.
<AtomBell> "Milia!  Cover me!"
<Watch_Tower> <We're...losing this...Everypony...I'm going to try something...please don't die.>
<AtomBell> "What!?"
<Watch_Tower> <I...I'm going to try teleporting us up here....>
<AtomBell> "Everypony?"
<AtomBell> "At once?"
* AtomBell demands
* Milia ducks quickly, ready to rocket toward the wolf gripping Artifica in its jaws. "YOU'RE DEAD!" she screams furiously at the top of her lungs as she bolts toward the feral beast.
<Watch_Tower> <...I'm not strong enough...who...is the most hurt...I can get the rest if they're still alright...>
<AtomBell> "Take Artifica, Berry, and Spectre."
* Milia has stopped paying attention to the head chatter. She's not really much for rational conversation at the moment, as the sight of her marefriend in pain is causing the zebra to see red.
<Watch_Tower> (pretty sure Spec would not avandoned Atom and would speak up also )
<Watch_Tower> (RED!)
<Milia> ((yeah spec wouldn't abandon atom, i can tell you that much))
<AtomBell> "Milia's enraged," Atom elucidates, "You don't want her up there yet."
<AtomBell> (Yes she would)
* AtomBell kisses Spectre and insists it's only to get her in a better position for long range shooting.
* AtomBell says she needs to be down here to calm down Milia before they book it
<Watch_Tower> <Atom...we need you up here...if you get hurt We can't patch everypony up>
<uSeaGM> The timberwolf attacking Artifica_ shatters under Milia's frenzied attack.
<Watch_Tower> <We need you to bandage up Art please...>
<AtomBell> "I'll be there in a moment."
* AtomBell drapes her bags over Spectre after pulling the big slab sided automatic out of it
* Watch_Tower closes his eyes and teleports to left straining himself to drag Art, Berry, and Atom with him.
* Watch_Tower teleports panting heavily. <...wish I was stronger...could save everypony...>
* Artifica_ wobbles, looking up, blood running down her neck and sides.  "Thanks, Mil..." she says weakly.
* AtomBell pops back into existence beside Watch_Tower, bags in hand and a little disoriented
* Watch_Tower clearly didn't intend to send that.
* AtomBell roars in frustration, "Watch Tower!"
<AtomBell> "We are having a talk, after everyone is not dying," she growls, unusually hostile, before rushing over to Artifica's prone form
<Milia> Spectre returns Atom's kiss, adding a quick nip to the mare's ear for good measure.  "Shush, you.  Don't worry ab-" her sentence is cut off, as her marefriend disappears in a flash of magic.  "...me."  <Fucking perfect timing...>
<Milia> ((PRETEND THAT CAME BEFORE PLAYING OTHER PEOPLES CHARACTERS' IS WEIRD ;-; ))
<Watch_Tower> (hahah that'd be Spec too :D)
<Watch_Tower> "I'm...sorry"
<AtomBell> (:3)
<Watch_Tower> ",but if Art dies Milia would be heart broken...you can tend her up here...and I'll pull Milia and Spec up next..."
<uSeaGM> Milia and Spectre are left alone amid the wolves. The alpha and the new wolf are nearby but the remaining onlookers are sure to descend on the seemingly stranded prey.
* AtomBell can't fume while she's working, and waits for her player's turn
* Milia similarly, watches her marefriend disappear in a flash of light, leaving just her and her fellow smoking/drinking enthusiast left surrounded by wolves.
* Watch_Tower has enough AP to fire a shot into the group of 3 wolves.
<AtomBell> "Arti would have been alright for a few more seconds."
<AtomBell> "Spec could be up here destroying them with her rifle."
<Watch_Tower> "And what about you?. What happens if one gets you?..."
<Watch_Tower> "Spec would kill me for letting you stay behind"
<AtomBell> "I was sending my bags with her; you could've tended to Arti enough for  her to take care of everyone else."
* AtomBell snaps, "And I'm going to kill you for leaving Silent behind.  Deliciously impossible isn't it?"
<Milia> Spectre's shotgun roars viciously as the mare unloads shot after shot of screaming, enchanted death at the groggy alpha wolf.  Milia, now that her marefriend was safe for the moment, takes the opportunity given to her to make a few followup strikes of her own, landing a couple particularly nasty bucks to the wolf's face, causing wooden teeth to fly in heaps.
<uSeaGM> The fury of Spectre's attack nearly leaves it in pieces yet it shrugs off Milia's attacks like they were nothing. Evidentally the old alpha has become resistant to such strikes over the many years it has fought for dominance.
* Watch_Tower launches a grenade furiously at the hounds attempting to harm his friends!
<Watch_Tower> "I swear to you Atom. I won't let Spec go down even if I have to teleport down there myself."
<uSeaGM> Not only does Watch_Tower hit his target, but the grenade goes supernova and wipes the three wolves hit from existance
* AtomBell isn't watching, otherwise she'd have to apologize
<uSeaGM> Groggy and half dead, the alpha hurls itself at Milia and Spectre, trying to claw them both twice
<uSeaGM> Its rabid attacks mostly miss, but one claw rakes Spectre's throat inflicting heavy damage.
* RainbowYoshi is now known as Kar-Dinner
* AtomBell kneels over Artifica, applying bandages to stop the bleeding before producing a glass vial of healing potion.  These wounds were serious, immediate massive healing serious.
<Milia> Spectre clutches her throat, gasping and coughing as a thick stream of crimson begins to pour from the gaping wound in her neck.  <We need to end these fuckers already!  My mare friend /just/ got a pair of sexy fucking bat wings, and I am /not/ dying before I give them a thorough test run!>
* AtomBell holds it to the unicorn's lips, "Drink up dear."
* Artifica_ feels *much* better after AtomBell's treatment.  The rest of her injuries are within her magic's ability to heal... slowly.
* AtomBell smiles, "There.  Stay still, rest easy.  Milia and Silent will be up with us soon."
* AtomBell has quit (Quit: Leaving.)
<uSeaGM> Most of the watching wolves have fled under plasma bombardment, leaving just the two fighting Milia and Spectre. The younger wolf is faster, and tries to follow its alpha's lead by clawing at Milia and biting Spectre.
<uSeaGM> This time its attacks hit home and it clamps its jaws around Spectre to bring the injured pony down.
* Kar-Dinner is now known as Karina
* Watch_Tower watches in horror as Spec and Milia get more and more injured.
<Watch_Tower> <Milia hit that new one I'm teleporting you back after that>
* Milia , seeing that her attacks were less effective on the alpha, and the small little detail that her nearly dead friend was currently being tossed around like a rag-doll, decides to give a repeat performance of what she did just a few moments ago to the wolf who had Artifica pinned. <Way ahead of you, Watch...> she mentally shoots back as she descends upon it.
<uSeaGM> The younger wolf is pulverised and the alpha, seeing that its prey is close to death, howls in anticipation.
<Milia> Spectre tumbles to the ground as the wolf grabbing her explodes into a shower of sawdust and splinters.  Her vision is currently almost completely clouded by blood, sweat and dead timber wolf, not to mention she's nearly passed out from blood loss.  Luckily, when you're using a shotgun at this range, it hardly matters.
* Milia applies blood stopping goo to Spectre's various wounds as the unicorn levitates her shotgun for one final round of shots.
<uSeaGM> The last wolf is vaporised by enchanted buckshot. The forest is quiet once again, the only sound being the trees set on fire by Watch's plasma grenades.
* Watch_Tower wastes no time in teleporting them up finally.
* Watch_Tower is breathing very heaily as he approaches his limits.
<Watch_Tower> "Wish I was stronger" he mumbles under his breath.
* Milia and Spectre appear in the midst of the rest of the group, battered and bloody, and in Spectre's case, covered also in large patches of hardened paste that stretch across several of her more greivous wounds.
* Milia falls to her haunches. "...wolves...SUCK..." she rasps out in between pained breaths.
<uSeaGM> Our party is arranged on a wide flat lip that juts out from the shack like a balcony.
* Watch_Tower reloads his weapon with it's default round before slumping down feeling a bit miserable that everypony but him managed to get all kinds of fucked up under his watch
<Watch_Tower> "I'm really sorry..."
* Milia lets out a pained laugh, shooting a bemused look at Watch Tower. "Oh, please, for what? Killing a bunch of wolves that were waiting and all too ready to tear our throats out? You did fine, you doof. This ain't any our first rodeo by a long shot. Wasteland can't be all teaparties and jacuzzi sex /all/ the time, after all."
<Watch_Tower> "for being unable to get you and Spec out of danger..."
<Watch_Tower> "For not being close enough to shield you all..."
* Artifica_ wraps Milia in a joyful hug.  "My heroine!" she says, only half-teasing.
* Watch_Tower closes his eyes. "If I were stronger my magic could protect you all...I know it..."
* Watch_Tower quietly casts Bulwark of friendship
* Milia lets out a giggle, wrapping her arms around Artifica and returning the hug. The pain was worth it. "Oh, thank Celestia you're okay, Art! I was so scared when that wolf had you...I kinda...freaked out." she murmurs, bashfully.
* Artifica_ looks to Watch_Tower while hugging Milia.  "And thank you."
* Artifica_ nods and nuzzle Milia.
* Watch_Tower nods. "I...wasn't sure it would work, but you're welcome..."
* Milia nuzzles the mare back, getting her all covered in gross blood. Nopony said getting beat to hell was clean work after all. She looks back to Watch Tower, momentarily, her features shifting into a stern look. "Seriously, Watch. You did good."
* Milia 's mouth curls into a small grin. "Besides, the self loathing look really doesn't suit you."
<Watch_Tower> "I dunno...self loathing does goes with the vampony look..." he smiles a little. ",but I'll try and do better next time."
<uSeaGM> **End of Session for Group 4**