Equestrian Radio Show's Adventure Variety Hour: Explorers of STOMP

"Remind me to hit you later for calling me an alpaca." Stout though responds. "And....we're in a dragon? Never mind, we have no idea why we are in a dragon, we just fell and wound up here. We pulled out osme stones and it did something but we are not sure what it did. Is something happening out there?

I can, but save your strength:It is my turn to be useful, for I too can use teleportation, but I need to see the location. If there is any way to have me see the location i can warp out. I can even walk through walls if that can't work, so i can just walk out." Stout though speaks as he attempts to return the stones.

As Stout Spirit returned the gems to their places, Gearick could feel an ebb and flow through the great machine.  The center of power  was where Muse described their buffalo ally to be and seemed to be the very crystals that were being replaced.  The tempting pulse of destruction called out to Gearick, for this metal beast sought out reawakening to continue its mission.  As Muse provided psionic imagery so that either Stout Spirit or Gearick could provide a teleportative exit, she shivered on reflex from the residue of Armageddon lingering in Gearick's mind. "For the next minute, you should be able to see through each other's eyes for the teleport.  This thing's starting to worry me..."

Then let us do it now" stout thought speaks as he grabs the staff. "Tree, sorry to do this but I think you may need another way to leave."

"Not a problem"

"We're ready"

((Okay, I'm getting bored. Time to get up to something else.))

Hector watched his updrafts carefully. He was quite certain they'd hold for a while unsupervised; he decided he could safely go back up to the rest of his new companions and try to help up there Diving into the draft in question, he spread his wings until he was about 50 yards beneath the dragon; he then veered off and flapped hard to make his way the rest of the distance to the dragon's back. Having reached it, he noticed someone new - a griffon? No time to think! - he landed with a thud nearby. His claws clacked as he sprinted the rest of the way. She was stuck?

"Let me help you with that!" He had to shout to be heard. He examined the plates that had pinned her down momentarily, and dug his claws in to try and bend one back to free her...

Athletics:

Stout face palms. "Oh Right. I can teleport. " Stout then changed in an amusing tounge, summoning spirits of the past to wisk them away to the team.

Tree on the other hand, desires to leave the way they came.

With the strength of ten horses, Hector heroically ripped away the metal plates. Climbing to safety, Muse tilted her head in curiosity of the newcomer. "Thank you for saving me."

"WELL THIS IS ALL WELL AND GOOD FOR THE DRAMATIC TENSION OF THE MOMENT, AND ALL, BUT BRINGING THE DRAGON BACK WON'T DO ANYTHING IF THAT BLASTED LEFT WING BREAKS OFF!" Grease yells, shouting over the wind and screaming through the telepathic link. "SOMEONE PLEASE TRUST THE MECHANIC ABOUT RUNNING A MACHINE AND DO WHAT I SAY...*sigh* no metal should make that noise. It means trouble, no matter what. Any movement my vines make right now risks doing more damage until I have more info, but I'm not leaving the closest thing I have to a control console. I need an extra pair of claws. Or hooves, as is probable.

Hector turned his head toward the dragon - he seemed to be shouting, but he was too far away to hear properly. He dashed over to make himself heard:

"WHAT YOU NEED NOW?"

"Grease, please stop shouting in the telepathic link."Looking at Hector, Muse patched him into the link. "Can you hear us? This should make things a little bit easier."

Grease actually manages a smile at Hector's attempts to talk to him manually. Sorry, Muse. The left wing made some baaaaaad noises once I got it into the open position. I think there's a fracture of indeterminate size, that will only get worse as we fall, especially if I try to adjust it at all. I need to man the control panel here, but I need someone to tell me what's wrong with it. Also, Professor, if you have anymore of that metal-melting magic, it would be perfect for fixing a stress fracture. I don't think we really have the tools for a proper welding attempt up here.

Listen to what I say, mostly. Grease snaps. For the fourth time, I need someone to look at the left wing and tell me where the fracture is and how big it is. With this link, you can probably just picture it, and I'll see it. But for goodness sake, somebody find the fracture. Then we can figure out how to fix it.

Fields mentally makes a coughing noise I appear to have over done the first first of the spell that I used by a good deal I may be able to aid in keeping it together a tad.

Gliding is just what I was thinking of. Give me a moment to adjust the tendrils...Grease thinks, focusing on the telepathic image as he carefully arcs lightning between his control disc and his claws. One vine delicately grows outwards, extending past the fracture, then wraps around it and grows back, tightening as it wraps around the other vine. I don't expect that to cause problems elsewhere, and it had better be a good local fix. Now then, Let's get ready to glide. Featherfur, try to boost your updrafts as much as you can. Gearick, put whatever plan you have in mind about manipulating the dragon into motion. Stout, you flew to us when we were underwater. How many passengers does your spiritual plane seat? Professor, do you have any idea where we might be able to land this thing? A nearby desert or something? A grin breaks back out on Grease's face. I feel mildly in control of the situation again. How long do you think that will last?