Title: [FP] Island of Nimos: New Discoveries
RP Leader: Green Eyed Goddess
Type of FP: CLOSED
Continued from: N/A
Setting: Nimos is a very flat island with scrub-brush plains and dusty plateaus, the climate is very hot and humid due to the desert-like-plains that take up most of the island. The villages are small and rare, the island being fairly new is undiscovered. New-Islanders must aware themselves that they are not alone on this wild island, The Scourge (cannibalistic bandits) roam the scrub-brush plains and are frequently fond of kidnapping and holding ponies hostage for any valuable items they think that you may have. Other than the Scourage there are also great dragon-like beasts the natives call Khthonians, which are twisted creatures that live deep beneath the earth. They have strong earth magic and are believed to be the source of most of the island's earthquakes. The natives say the quakes are the cause of one or two Khthonians moving underneath the earth in their vast tunnels and chambers.
Plot Outline: Ponies have received a tattered scroll with scribble-ish writing, some who have managed to make out the horrible penmanship know that it is asking for adventurers and any other pony who might be interested in accompanying the young adventurer Morphie (as her friends have affectionately named her) in her journey of colonizing and settling new parts of this wild Island.
Characters: Characters of any alliance are welcomed, however negativity between the views are not welcomed.
-All Standard RP Rules
-Please start out with one character, I will consider allowing
members more characters if they have become well established in the RP.
-Please no foals! Your second character (if allowed) may be a foal,
as long as you have an adult accompanying him/her.
Starting Point: A small dusty abandoned looking town in the middle of the desert has become the meeting place of the adventures. A tavern* run by a snappy but beautiful unicorn named bowe is the place to bring your heads out of the sweltering sun and perhaps meet up with the pony in charge of this so-called 'adventure'.
*"The Tavern" as it is called has a bar that seats no more than 6 ponies at the most, however small shabby tables made out of overturned wine-barrels are placed around the room. Lanterns light the room and give the atmosphere a almost old-western feel. A large fire place made out of a veriaty of beautiful stones stands at the far end of the tavern across from the bar, sitting on it's mantel are more white pillar candles, framing a large photo of an interesting looking earth-pony wearing a large brimmed straw hat, a cigar hanging out the right of his mouth, a unmistakeable scar across the top of his muzzle. A gold name plate that reads "Bub, the greatest there ever was." is nailed to the wooden frame.
Summary: To be added.
Items: A faded carnation is behind her right ear, a bow of similar color is tied in her tail.
Magic: Ability to purify water, about a cup full.
Bio: Like her mother and father before her, Bowe is in charge of everything that goes on in "The Tavern", don't let those pretty looks fool you she's quite the heart breaker and will not hesitate to put you back in your place if you dare get out of line.
Bowe sat at the counter wiping down the bar with a old rag, "I don't understand where all this dang dust come's from," She grumbled as she finished wiping down the bar for the 5th time today. She blew a strand of hair that had fallen into her vision as she trotted back to her place behind the counter. Throwing the rag at a drunken old pony she affectionately called "Grey" and calling him a few names to wake him up from his loud snoring. The old grey phoenix grumbled once, nearly fell off the chair he was sitting in, and shot Bowe a dark look.
Ignoring the elder she instead went to cleaning the glasses and humming while she worked, keeping an eye on the almost empty (if it was not for Grey) Tavern.
Sugar Cane (SP: 1)
Items: Earmuffs, feather, lollipop, glow necklace, and horseshoes
Magic: To create wind gusts with his wings
Bio: Loony and affectionate Sugar Cane or Sugar has never heard of mean. He lives on a sugar cane farm growing sugar and sometimes eating it. Sugar is always confused about why he is hot with earmuffs on. He likes to fly but he is not very good at it. Sugar often makes crash landings all over the place and gets turned around a lot. Sugar is kinda dumb to and easy to make fun of but lovable.
Sugar Cane to a crash landing in a small empty town. "I wonder why I'm so hot?", he asked himself. He shook himself off like a dog creating a huge dust cloud coming off his fluffy fur. Sugar trotted over to an old tavern, popped his head in the door to see if anyone was there. A white uni stood behind the bar and a grey phoenix lay sleeping on a stool. Sugar trotted over to the bar knocking over some chairs and barrels and stood in front of the uni. "Hello I'm Sugar Cane and I have three questions: why is he sleeping?", tossing his head to the phoenix, "Where am I, how did I get here, and why am so hot?" He stared puzzlingly at uni hopping she might have the answers.
"Hello I'm Sugar Cane and I have three questions: why is he sleeping?"
"Where am I, how did I get here, and why am so hot?"
"Whoa now keep your shoes on!" Bowe protested when she was suddenly bombarded with questions, she held her hoofs up as if to stop the Mountie from flooding her with more questions. "First off your in this island of Nimos," She gave him an almost 'eye roll' look, "probably the hottest island in the Red Sea, don't 'cha know?" She waved a hoof at the Mountie, "I don't know how you got here, you could have fallen out of the sky for all I could've known." She grumbled something as she began putting the glasses back on the shelves, "All I know is it's not smart to not know where you are, and I'd hate to see a pony like yourselves get himself into some trouble."
She flipped a strand of hair out of her vision and shot a glare at the phoenix Grey who was still sleeping in the corner of the bar, "-Because he's a lazy good 'fer nothin' that's why!" she tossed another dirty rag at the old phoenix who grumbled in his sleep as if to protest.
She turned her attention back to the Mountie, "I'm Bowe, now anything else I can help you with sweetheart?" She approached the bar and leaned against it and waited for the Mountie's response.
Shade of Ebony ('Ebony') (SP: 3)
Magic: Able to send weak charges of electricity. It hurts the pony touching her, but only momentarily as her magic is still very weak.
Bio: As an only child, Ebony was doted upon. Her parents were very keen on giving her the best of the best, even though they couldn't always afford it. They struggled, but never let it affect their daughter or even inform her of their problems. As a result, Ebony was shocked when they had to downsize and moved to a new, seaport town. Not really aware of the real world, the struggling dockworkers didn't take kindly to the chatty, privileged young flutter pony. She wasn't teased, but she was ignored and it's the sole season for her leaving home.
Personality: Young, naive, gullible, chatty, curious. Ebony gets in a lot of trouble simply because she doesn't recognize danger and goes where she shouldn't. A curious chatterbox, she means well but can be a tad annoying.
Ebony didn't usually like heat. While the speed with which she flew through the air helped with the sweltering temperature, she could still feel it seep into her skin and humming all around her. The ground beneath her, whizzing by at break-neck speed, seemed to shimmer and the horizon itself was difficult to make out in the glare of the sun. No, it was a setting she would have hated under all circumstances, but this time was different.
Adventure, that was what she was here for. It had sounded oh so exciting when she'd heard two ponies discussing the ongoings on the Island of Nimos, and so she'd discreetly followed them, sweeping past them when they decided to turn back at the very last minute. Some rumbling sounds would not keep her from a game and playing explorer had been a favoured one. So what if those ponies had complained about the ground moving underneath their hooves? Ebony truly didn't care.
Touching the sandy earth for the first time since she'd reached the island, Ebony gingerly moved up to the tavern she'd heard they were supposed to meet at. It was always weird, walking when she'd spent the last few hours much nearer to the sky, but she moved inside regardless. Flicking her multi-coloured tail, she blinked at the dust on the floor and she pleasant chill of a shaded room.
"Ahoy!" she called out, pretty sure that was the greeting that went along with adventure. Or piracy, she wasn't sure. Either way, she sidled up to the mountain pony that was already there and sniffed. "You smell like candy."
Looking at the tavern, she saw some chairs had been knocked over and with considerable difficultly she stood one upright. She really didn't know how ponies, like the pretty unicorn mare behind the bar, worked with their hooves the way they did. The young flutter mare sighed.
"It sure is hot outside," she commented, fluttering her wings ever so slightly to start a breeze. It felt very pleasant, brushing her skin the way it did, and she smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
"So," she started, "when does the game start?"
Azucar (Azu) (SP:25)
Items: Old, faded horseshoes.
Bio: For a good part of his life, Azucar served in the royal army on his home island where he devoted his life to the job and trained with much enthusiasm. Unfortunately, his young spirit would not let him stay still so he was granted permission to take leave and set out to the four winds. Azucar had never travelled before, but he felt confident, robust and ready to take the world on.
Azucar angled his four wings and began to descend towards the sweltering earth which grew ever more present with every second. For many hours now he had been flying with his eyes half-closed, feeling the heat radiate from the world below and enjoying the warm currents which made the trip almost effortless.
Now he felt parched and quite conscious of the numerous bugs stuck in his mane and feathers and the way his thick hair trapped every mote of dust he'd flown through on his trip. With amusement, he noted that this was beginning to turn his lighter coat a dirty beige.
He made a heavy landing and shook it off, realizing that he was standing right in front of a neat looking tavern. A drink! His mind urged him in through the doors and into the old bar where he looked at his surroundings with some curiosity. A pretty mare stood at the head of the bar, talking with a young Mountie who's trail was evident by the knocked over chairs he'd left behind. Near them was a tentative flutter who was smiling at the unicorn.
Azu raised his brows and advanced through the room, taking care not to knock anything over. He'd moved up to the bar and leaned on it lightly, addressing the mare with a carnation. "Hello there, Sugar" he smiled at her "Mind helping out with something to soothe the throat?" a quick glance at the flustered looking Mountie next to him and he'd made up his mind. "One for this fellow too, he looks a bit overheated. What's the good word around town?"
Sugar Cane looked among the two new ponies that had arrived. The young flutter had said something about him smelling like sugar which he thought was obvious since he worked on a sugar farm. The mountie who looked very dusty came in and asked for a drink. They seemed to notice a bunch of chairs and barrels lying around. Sugar wonder how they fell. To be polite he picked one up with his hooves and set it upright. "Hello I'm Sugar Cane or Sugar for short. Nice to meet you! And your names are..." he hoped they answered soon because he got uncomfortable if he didn't know the ponies name who he was talking to.
"It sure is hot outside,"
"So, when does the game start?"
Bowe's attention snapped from the Mountie(Sugar Cane) to a flutter who had just entered the Tavern, she dipped her head slightly to the Flutter mare as a greeting and moved closer to her as she approached her.
"When you live in a place such as this you get used to it," the young unicorn's ears stiffened when the flutter spoke of 'Games', "Ah you must have been a recruitment of Morphie's.." she began pulling out to glasses of water and nudging to both ponies. "She shows up whenever she feels like it, if she hasn't crossed the Scourge's yet then she should be here in the next hour or so." The mare tilted her head to look outside the window, it was about high noon the sun at it's highest.
"Hello there, Sugar. Mind helping out with something to soothe the throat?"
"One for this fellow too, he looks a bit overheated. What's the good word around town?"
Bowe's attention was taken from the young Mountie and Flutter mare when a voice startled her, she hadn't heard him approach the fact that he managed to sneak up on her nearly had her flustered. The fact that he considered himself worthy enough to call her 'Sugar' was an entirely different story.
She plastered on her best, 'I love my job' smile and decided to give this confident Mountie the time of day, "Sure thing, Cyder or water?" Sure she didn't want to deal with a drunk pony but hey she did just fine with Grey, she pulled out another glass of water before gingerly lifting a corked brown bottle of the syrupy cyder and carefully placing it on the bar. She batted her eyelashes at the stallion and gave him a smile that would scare the intelligent type of pony.
She turned her attention back to the two she was talking to before, "Morphie is known for her entrances, but if you see a flash of green and purple don't be alarmed.."
"Hello I'm Sugar Cane or Sugar for short. Nice to meet you! And your names are..."
Azucar flashed a glance in Sugar's direction "Huh, things are pretty sweet around here, aren't they? The name is Azucar, friend. It's nice to see another feathered pony in these parts." He placed an encouraging hoof on the Mountie's back before returning his attention to the unicorn mare.
"Sure thing, Cyder or water?"
Azucar eyed the Cider wearily, a thick brew would be ideal for his parched throat at this point but probably not so good for the social situation. Reluctantly, he let his eyes slide back to the glass of water which he pulled towards himself with one hoof, acutely aware of the trail of dust it left behind. The stallion looked back up at the mare "I'll take the water, thanks." He raised a mischievous brow in return to the smile, but said nothing more.
Finally the thirst was parched and he turned his eye towards the flutter. She looked very gentle, almost out of place in this old-timey bar and his mind wandered as he though of all the reasons for her being here. He shrugged inwardly but put on a serious face as he turned towards her. "Hello to you too, what's this game you've mentioned all about?"
Ebony was having a nice enough time. Outside the air was blistering, but apart from a unfortunate smell coming from the old pony not far from them, everything seemed rather...pleasant. Not to mention that she'd found herself some company. Smiling to herself and her latest companions, she turned her head just slightly when another pony entered the establishment.
"Hello there, Sugar," the new arrival, a mountie with patches of brown and grey, said as he got to them. "Mind helping out with something to soothe the throat? One for this fellow too, he looks a bit overheated. What's the good word around town?"
Ebony frowned slightly, glancing at both the mountain ponies and then back to the bar. She would have loved a drink too. She tilted her head, trying to decipher if he was absent-minded or rude. The flutter didn't think so, as she rarely thought ill of people, but it was something that required investigating.
"Hello I'm Sugar Cane or Sugar for short. Nice to meet you! And your names are..."
Sugar. Ebony nodded to herself. That made sense. Even if it seemed strange that his parents could have guessed what he'd smell like later in life. Maybe they were clairvoyant. She'd always loved the thought of that.
"My name is Ebony!" she shared happily, flicking her tail about at random. Some dust flew about, uprooted by her ever-moving wings and tail, but she didn't think it could do much harm. In fact, it might even improve the place.
"Ah you must have been a recruitment of Morphie's.. She shows up whenever she feels like it, if she hasn't crossed the Scourge's yet then she should be here in the next hour or so," the unicorn mare spoke, startling Ebony out of her daydreaming. The young flutter watched as the mare poured the others some drinks, quite intrigued by it all. How did they manage to get clear water all the way up here? It was quite ingenious.
"Morphie's recruitment? I'm not." She frowned. "I just tagged along. I always did enjoy games."
She watched with curiosity as the pretty mare interacted with one of the others. They seemed very friendly for ponies who'd only just met. How wonderful!
"Hello to you too, what's this game you've mentioned all about?"
The one who identified himself as Azucard did talk to her instead, though. It seemed strange to Ebony, as she'd learned that pretty mares often got attention over young things like her, but she smiled happily nonetheless.
"I haven't a clue! I just heard there was adventure to be had here and I just love adventure games. You know, cops and robbers and stuff? I'm ready!"
"I'll take the water, thanks."
"Hello to you too, what's this game you've mentioned all about?"
Bowe winked at the Mountie stallion, "Nice choice." She smiled and turned her attention back to the Flutter just as she started to speak again.
"Morphie's recruitment? I'm not. I just tagged along. I always did enjoy games."
Bowe nodded, "Watch what journeys you decide to fallow in my dearie," the young mare began, "This island is not all sugar plums and candy canes." Her expression suddenly turned grim as a visible quiver shook the water in the glasses just a bit. "Dragons and thieves like this hash climate for some reason." She knew why, it was the heat from the sea the island was surrounded in only the hearty type of pony, plant, or animal could stand such a climate.
She turned to put the cyder away, speaking to both the male's now, "Ponies come and go all the time, but many refuse to tame this wild landscape. You will only find a mouthful of villages around these parts." She smirked, "I'm surprised that we have fresh water," she turned her attention back to the Flutter mare tilting her head toward the unshaded window to the left of her, "I don't have to go down the block to get fresh water anymore, surprisingly a spring runs under this town."
She leaned further into the bar, "Adventure is one thing, but Nimos is an entirely different breed of adventure."
Azucar's face did not change as he considered the exchange between Ebony and the unicorn mare After all, he really wasn't sure about what he was expecting from the situation so any extra information could be vital. They mentioned some character named Morphie and he gathered that whoever it was would likely be in charge of what was to follow.
All thoughts aside, he focused his attention on the young flutter once more, just in time to hear her respond with "I haven't a clue! I just heard there was adventure to be had here and I just love adventure games. You know, cops and robbers and stuff? I'm ready!"
He let his features morph into a slight smile as he contemplated an answer, Ebony hardly sounded like one who had been exposed to many adventures. Then again, who was he to judge? The army had prepared him to stand up for himself and others in dire situations but at this point he was as blind to the future and inexperienced on his own as a newborn foal. "Lets hope we're the good cops then," He said to her thoughtfully "And the treasures in the end are plenty."
"Watch what journeys you decide to fallow in my dearie, this island is not all sugar plums and candy canes." The Unicorn's voice drifted over to them. "Dragons and thieves like this hash climate for some reason." So this would be a new kind of adventure, he figured. Different from the sponsored trips his platoon took around his native islands where no resistance was ever offered and the soldiers were more than happy to travel in peace.
"Adventure is one thing, but Nimos is an entirely different breed of adventure." Oh that settled it, whoever Morphie was and whatever he or she had to do with this peculiar tavern, Azucar would stick around to find out. His curiosity was sufficiently peaked and at this point, even danger only seemed like an opportunity to flex the fighting muscles.
"Say Miss," he directed at the unicorn, "When do you suppose this Morphie might be coming around? This trip is beginning to sound mighty interesting. And by the way, you still haven't shared with us your name.."
"Say Miss, When do you suppose this Morphie might be coming around? This trip is beginning to sound mighty interesting. And by the way, you still haven't shared with us your name.."
Bowe usually didn't get asked the question of her name, ponies usually did not bother, "Name's Bowe," She began, "Ain't no tellin', Morphie probably woke up late and is still trying to gather some supplies for the trip.." She looked over the faces of the ponies wondering if they really would perhaps make it to some exciting new part of the island or be taken out by the dragons or worse kidnapped by the Scourge.
Just then a weird noise sounded outside, a small purr mare pushed her way through the swinging doors that led into The Tavern. She approached the bar and ponies huddled around it...
Morphogenesis aka Morphie (SP:80, gifted to her via this RP)
Items: Black and Copper snake wrap around her left hind leg, A neckless with a strange glowing green vial hanging from it.
Magic: Strong affinity for plants, ability to make them 'thrive' and 'respond' with her command. This gift has healing and deathly qualities.
Bio: Morphie grew up around plants, she had always had affinity for them. However, even as a young pony she craved adventure which is probably what lead her to this untamed island. She is quite brave and can be quite a threat to your health if you threaten her or someone she loves/cares about.
Morphie scanned the room with her orange almost reptilian eyes, parting the seas around Bowe she approached her friend and placed two large jugs on the table, "Can you purify these for my my friend?" Morphie did not wait for Bowe to answer her question instead she turned her attention to the three ponies, "Hello I'm Morphogenesis, but you may call me Morphie for short." She dipped her head to each one of the three ponies, "I'm guessing you will be accompanying me along this journey?"
It had been a while since Ebony had enjoyed the company of so many lovely ponies and it made her feel slightly giddy. Conversation was something that should be enjoyed, especially because she had spent the last two days alone. Entire days alone was not something the young flutter was used to, so she planned on catching up. Her ears perked as the unicorn mare spoke.
"Watch what journeys you decide to fallow in my dearie. This island is not all sugar plums and candy canes."
"You have sugar plums and candy canes???" the flutter asked incredulously. "Where, where?"
Ebony was so pleased with the discovery that the island harboured candy that she didn't even hear the warning that followed. Even if she had, the thought of thieves was a thrilling one. She'd often played a thief in one of her games and it would be fun to, for once, be the one catching them.
"I'm surprised that we have fresh water. I don't have to go down the block to get fresh water anymore, surprisingly a spring runs under this town."
Ebony narrowed her eyes. That was what she'd just been thinking about! How could she have known? Tilting her head, she looked at the pretty mare (Bowe) suspiciously. "Are you a mind-reader?"
Azucar then spoke to her and her face immediately beamed. He was a pleasant sort of pony, she'd decided, and she liked him. For now, anyway.
"Lets hope we're the good cops then. And the treasures in the end are plenty."
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "I am a great cop! A great thief, too! What kind of treasures do you think there are? More candy canes?"
The unicorn mare shared her name, then, and Ebony tried whispering it to herself. Bowe. A curious name, but she rather liked it. Ebony and Bowe sounded nice. Flicking her tail excitedly, she smiled happily at everyone. "This is going to be great!"
Her happiness was interrupted when a new pony entered the bar. Hiding behind Azucar ever so slightly, she peered at the new arrival. Oh, but this one looked...different.
Ebony thought the pony (Morphie) smelled of herbs, or dirt, or something she didn't really correlate with the sandy, dead environment they were in.
"Hello I'm Morphogenesis, but you may call me Morphie for short. I'm guessing you will be accompanying me along this journey?"
Ebony nodded vigorously, then stepped forward. "I thought you'd be bigger," she admitted. "Ehm, I mean...yes?"
"Name's Bowe," Started the Unicorn Mare to Azucar "Ain't no tellin', Morphie probably woke up late and is still trying to gather some supplies for the trip.." Azucar considered this and furrowed his brows thoughtfully, an unprepared leader could lead to unfortunate consequences. Nonetheless he shrugged thankfully, he was prepared to wait and see what would happen.
He turned in time to hear Ebony's cheerful response of "I am a great cop! A great thief, too! What kind of treasures do you think there are? More candy canes?" He smiled at this and hoped inwardly that nothing particularly nasty would happen during the trip to upset the flutter for she seemed like a very nice pony.
Azucar glanced at Bowe slightly and felt satisfied for she looked like a mare who could take care of herself in a less-than-desirable situation.
His musing was disturbed by the sound of the bar's door. Curiously, he looked up expecting another regular or at last the elusive Morphie. A smell of pungent dirt struck his nose, of something fresh and growing and very much alive. At least he'd hoped that's what it was.
The stallion rather felt than saw how Ebony shied behind him for a fraction of a second. He'd almost stretched out a wing to provide some more cover but she'd already stepped forward to greet the newcomer.
It was indeed a strange-looking purr, who moved towards the group with a feline grace. She was the one who radiated the earthy smell and it only got stronger with her every step. She'd walked up to them and was inspecting them with her bright orange eyes when she opened her mouth and "Hello I'm Morphogenesis, but you may call me Morphie for short. I'm guessing you will be accompanying me along this journey?"
Looks like this one didn't beat around the bush but went straight to business. He looked over her seriously and supposed that it took a certain kind of tough mare to survive in an environment like this.
He gave her a curt nod "Hoping to, at least. Ready to go whenever."
OOC: Looks like there's been no word from Sugar for a while, suppose it's safe to exclude him from the story for now?
((My apologies for such a delay, I've had some RL stuff that's been keeping me occupied.))
"Hoping to, at least. Ready to go whenever."
Morphie stared at the Mountie, so far she liked his attitude, "There's some last-minute supplies we need to gather before we can head out on this journey," The purr began turning her attention to her unicorn friend for a moment, "Then we'll head out, I'm sure you both have been familiar with camping in the desert?" The purr mare grabbed the jug Bowe so graciously filled for her and slung it's strap around her neck.
The purr mare turned to face the flutter-mare, she suddenly felt the urge to have more protection for this one -- then again looks could always be deceiving.
"I thought you'd be bigger," she admitted. "Ehm, I mean...yes?"
Morphie tilted her head at the flutter-mare, "Sometimes the smallest are the baddest.." She gave her a wiry smile, turning her attention to both of them she gestured toward the door with a flick of her tail, "Now what are your names?" She waited for the pair to start moving toward the door before she fallowed with them.
((We can assume Sugar is with us somewhere, if he decides to jump back in then he's welcomed to but lets just keep him in the back of our minds just in case.))
Athena (SP: 25)
Items: sapphire ammolite stone pendant
Magic: To levitate objects and make cold breezes with breath
Bio: Athena is unique in her own way. As an Earthpony, she has a sense of leadership and has a way with animals. Her magic is wind work. She can levitate objects. She's kind, but won't stand for anyone who hurts animals or pollutes the environment. She's not an environmentalist, but if the air is dirty, her magic is weak, and then, she gets annoyed. Athena is the kind of pony that makes everyone want to be her friend, and she's fine with that.
Athena ran as fast as she could. She hoped she wasn't late and whoever this Morphie was, she wouldn't have left yet. She had just reached The Tavern and scrambled to make herself look persentable. On account of the previous incident, she had twigs and leaves in her mane. Her coat was dusty and she was blowing on herself to get it cleaner, regardless of the cold chills the breath was giving her. She pulled the largest twig out of her mane and finally pulled open the door. There, standing, was a Purrpony who was gesturing to the door.
"Sorry, it seems that I am late. I got caught up with a pony in the woods. The pony got stuck in the swampy area, and I just had to help." She hoped the pony would not throw her out. She really looked forward to this adventure, and Pallas, her pet dog, had wanted to come along too. However, she decided it would be too dangerous for her. "I'm really sorry for being late. My name's Athena. You're Morphie, right?" She looked at the others in the room, "Who might you ponies be?"