Set six years after season 6, Occupied Equestria presents an alternative history where the Changelings have conquered half of Equestria, while a former Equestrian colony - soured to Princess Twilight's notion of harmony with all creatures because of their encounters with griffins - Invaded and took the other half. In Baltimare and the Equestrian Southeast, the magic of friendship has weakened, as Communists, Changeling infiltrators, Fascists, gangs, and corrupt creepy politicians threaten the city. This role play is based in large part upon the Equestria at War mod for Hearts of Iron 4, and uses D&d 3.5e mechanics.
The long train ride to Bales is over, with Brie, Onyx, and Spark reaching their destination a little bruised but not dead or arrested. Before them lies a new and unfamiliar city and world, at the crossroads of Equestria's past and present, and also the Changeling Occupied Zone and East Equestria. In Baltimare, Dark Star prepares to set out on a mission to track down and arrest unfaithful and unreliable local law enforcement that have been leaking information to rebel forces. Silver may finally have a new toy he can use to clear the Catacombs of their undead presence. Iron, meanwhile, has drifted further into an temple in his search for a treasure sough by an archaeological expedition that was ambushed by bandits.
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>>101226That's what griffon lovers would say, because their words can't be used to pun as effectively.
*Read my long lore pieces
Do you fuckers understand me now?
>>101239Ah, so that's what you meant. Whoops.
Don't worry, I read the lore pieces.
Was it autocorrect that made you put life instead of lore? >>101239We did read them. Calm the fuck down, Jesus Fucking Christ. Where the fuck did all this come from?
>>101240Well I know
you did because you clearly acknowledged them
>>101241Again, fuck you too
>>101242You know what, I'm going to go so you can cool down and think about exactly
what the fuck you think I did that would deserve you telling me "fuck you".
>>101242>>101243Now's not the time to go full ape mode, you two. That's my role, not yours.
In any case, GM is signalling that Silver, the player, haven't really achknowledged a lore piece he worked on and is currently angry about it. Try to analyze the GM's recent responses for any interesting tidbits that stand out as important lore-wise.
>>101244*shrugs*
I don't know what to tell ya. I came here, we had a pun-off, then he starts going off on us for no reason. The last thing of lore he wrote was for Iron, and I thought it was pretty good. I'm sorry if he needed verbal confirmation, but as Silver wasn't involved in that scene and I couldn't think of anything else to comment or add beside "bretty gud" I declined from commenting.
So, that leaves me with thinking he either is looking for comments on the lore piece he wrote for Iron's dream, or he wrote something and it didn't post to the actual site.
>>101245I feel this is not only not acknowledging the lore piece presented by Iron, but a combination between our confusion over his comment as well as other stuff IRL we shouldn't really know about. Maybe work stress or a heated family argument.
Try not to let an anonymous person on the Internet using harsh language shock and disturb you, for it only breeds more harsh language that only makes things worse. No matter if the person didn't properly communicate his message or you don't understand the message being sent, don't retaliate with your own swear words and aggression.
My case should be enough testament of that. >>101246That all comes with a caveat, that you shouldn't just come out and tell someone "fuck you" and expect them to take it well. I especially don't take getting cussed out well. If it's a misunderstanding, or IRL drama, I get it, I know how that can impact how you reply online, but it's at that point where you need to take a step back, just like how I have to learn to take a step back in moments like this.
And could you not talk down to me, please? I apologize if you aren't, it's just that with everything going on it comes across as such to me.
I have no idea what case you're talking about, but alright? >>101247An understandable claim. No one wants to be badmouthed. However, shitflinging is going to slow down the game and cause other players discomfort. GM was the firestarter, but you don't have to be the fuel to spread it, even though the spark is tempting to pick up.
Trust me. I am only interested in resolving the current issue because it's going to halt the current story progress as some time is needed to deal with these sort of situations, and I'm not talking down to either you or the GM since it would go against the primary objective of making amends and restore order to keep playing.
I'm the guy who basically first shit talked a character enough to almost have her killed due to my poor tact. We both know the character we're talking about.Hint: You're currently infatuated enough to date. >>101248Fair enough, I suppose. You have a good point.
Oh, right, I remember seeing that when I first joined.>>101242Sorry for the misunderstanding, there. Yes, I did read the lore you wrote for Iron, and I thought it was pretty good.
So, seeing that there's apparently not going to be anything else going on tonight...I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow?
>>101256He's an imposter, I'm the REAL Eeeeee!
Does anypony want to play?
>>101258I'm always up to play.
>>101256>>101257I know how to find out who is the real BriEEEE.
>>101260Aww. What am I going to do with all of these mangoes, now?
>>101261Reee, I don't have all my reaction images on this device Xp
>>101261Besides, those mangos aren't fully ripe yet
>>101262Awwww. Poor Eeeee. Here, have a mango.
>>101264Better. So last time, the Lings were guilt tripping Brie about wanting to go outside (fuggin Hunchback of Notre Damme and shit), how are we doing?
>>101263>>101263Would a real batpony even care?
>>101265Yes. That's exactly right. Brie was pondering the merits of taking two small children into an alien city while he intends to do criminal work with unsavory characters, or locking them up unattended inside of a small room
>>101266No, he already determined that he was better off keeping them close, that way he at least knew what sort of shit they were getting him into.
>>101267Very well then. Proceed with caution
>>101268So assuming Sparks isn't joining, Brie would try to find a pawn shop or a (((merchant))) who might accept such goods without too many questions
>>101269If he's looking for Griffins, he may be disappointed. Baltimare is by the Ocean, and thus is easily accessible to Griffin immigrants. Bales... not so much
>>101270Who said Griffons? I said (or implied) unsavorable merchants with questionable ethics who might turn a blind eye to unregisterd merchandise (or worse, merchandise that might resiter badly)
>>101273A nice enough pawn shop with a charcoal gray earth pony. Not really any sign this shop buys and sells firearms, but who knows
>>101275"bleib nah Jugetiere". Brie enters the shop
>>101275Is there anything I'm missing from
>>101197 and
>>101198 in order to make the bombs I'm wanting to make?
>>101278"Hello my good stallion. I was hoping to see what you have in the form of armor."
>>101279That’s a roll-die if ever there were one
>>101280What do you mean? I just wanna see if they have body armor?
"He's lying, he thinks this is gonna blow up in his face"
YOU'RE NOT PART OF THIS GAME!
"Oh no? GM, check test"
God dammit
>>101281But there is nothing on test...
ROLL. DIE!
>>101284"... Take a look around back"
[1d20 = 7]>>101285I ain't goin' out there nigga
>>101285IF you're still there, the response was given yesterday.
[Pyrotechnician Horse Noises]
>>101292My nose hath been booped!
My pride has been shattered!
>>101296Darn it. You better quit your booping before I fall unconscious.
>>101300boops gunAh ha! I have shamed your gun with a boop!
>>101302Ow! You big meanie! You better apologize for your transgression or else I'll...
Uh...
Do you dislike getting very salty japoneighse peanuts?
>>101304Passing time.
Are you ready to continue?
Last post should be
>>101211 >>101211Pear: “What do you mean?”
>>101306"The idols looks similar enough and, according to this, it used the power of the dead to do supernatural things." his eyes narrow in thought, looking slightly upwards. "I think. I am not too far off, am I?"
>>101304I'll be around to continue Brie's adventure of WTF have I gotten myself into this time in an hour or so
>>101307She blinks, but then answers
“They believed their gods could be called upon to avenge slights, and they believed their gods had control over many parts of nature”
>>101308In the last episode’s adventure, Brie was noping his way out of going to the back of a pawn shop
>>101302>>101303>>101304>>101308You thought you were safe...
But you weren't!
No snootendootle is safe when I'm around!
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
>>101311Anyways, I'm still curious about the validity of
>>101197 and
>>101198. Would Silver be missing anything from his shopping list to be able to make some bombs?
>>101312What kind of fertilizer, and how do the detonators work?
>>101313I'm not a pyrotechnician, nor even just a pyromaniac like my dad. I don't know how bombs work.
>>101315I would assume the fertilizer would have to have a high nitrate-content, and the detonator...well, again, I don't know. Something simple, maybe? Just something to light a spark.
>>101317Might be pushing it, but could you please help me out a little with this? Bomb-making isn't exactly something you can search freely online, and while I know a little bit of physics, having a mechanism interact with something explosive or inflammable is out of my league.
>>101318I mean, I could, I’m just not sure if I
should. It’s all part of the quid pro quo of taking certain classes. A rogue or wizard normally would be the explosives expert, while a fighter would not be. After all, a rogue is seriously threatened by a single bullet as it could reduce their health to where the next one could be fatal. A fighter, however, can take many shots.
Maybe with a high enough craft role?
>>101319So, you want me to roll a 1 now, or later?
>>101322It looks like Silver's years of service have done him well. He can craft lower intensity explosives
>>101324That's a pleasant surprise, to be sure. So, supplies for 4 fragmentation bombs: is that doable?
>>101326Then that would be next on Silver's list.
>>101327And that would be a relatively simple process, though finding something like Ball bearings might be a little harder
>>101328Knowing that this will most likely be a natural 1, can I roll Search to find an obtainable source before going with my plan-B of how to acquire them?
>>101330Honestly? Just ask nicely around some automotive and bike shops to see if they have any ball bearings they can sell.
>>101331Plan C is to see if Yo-Yos in this universe have ball bearings in them, and to buy a shit-ton of them if they do.
>>101338Are you going to boop her?
>>101340Heavens no. Its complicated. But no. That was for Dark Star.
But I am still hoping GM returns.
>>101347Not sure if it's possible, but can we have a basic schedule, to know when you're likely to be on during the week?
[2d20+11 = 26]>>101347"You don't have anything available up front? Then I'm not interested."
Brie turns to leave.
Frogging knives, sleight of hand
>>101348I’m available all of tomorrow and probably much of Sunday, but not late at night nor in the midday. Next week I’ll probably be available like 7 PM to midnight, and sometimes can post before then
>>101349“Alright then”
Brie exits the store, not seeming to be followed
>>101331A white earth pony at a bike shop has this to say
“Not many ball bearings are available, and prices are through the roof. I know that plane landing gear factory uptown always gets the first shipment, and the truck factory gets second priority...”
>>101350"Wir sollten zurückgehen. Mir gefiel nicht, wie dieser Ladenbesitzer reagierte."
Brie whispers to the Lings.
>>101350That's handy to know, thanks."Good to know, thank you for information." Second stop on his quest for the elusive ball bearings: the uptown plane landing gear factory.
>>101351Wesley: “In Ordung”
Kerr: “Warum sollten wir zurückgehen?”
>>101352Small green pony, also Earth pony, with ruffled looking fur outside factory gates
“What do you want?”
>>101353Here is hoping he will cooperate. "Ball bearings. I heard they are at premium, and that you might have some."
>>101354“Well yes, we use them to complete our orders”
>>101355"Do you have any spare I might be able to purchase?"
>>101355Dark Star and Blue were Riding towards colton hill right?
>>101357Yes. This area of town is on the west side, a little to the north. It’s higher class, and it’s buildings are a bit older, tending to have a “historical” look to them. It’s mostky red brick town homes that are several stories tall, though there are some shops, and they pass the old Temple of Boreas with its white marble walls and golden domes
“Where did you want to encounter them?” She asks
>>101356“Not really, we order them as we need them, so any we don’t use this week, we just use next week”
[1d20+3 = 8]>>101358Sense Motive: Silver tries to get a feel for if this pony might be able to be...persuaded...to suddenly "misplace" some of those unused ball bearings.
>>101359Accent is local, looks like he’s been working in rough or tiring conditions, and he speaks to Silver in that sort of “this is what I am supposed to say” voice of disinterest that is more common in the service sector
>>101360Hmm... Silver wonders to himself why these ball bearings are so damn rare. "And you do not know of any...misplaced...boxes of ball bearings, or where they might be found?"
>>101362Silver pulls out 100 Bits-worth of notes, making them apparent to the pony working. "
Absolutely sure?"
>>101358Dark Star Whistles
"Nice Place"
"I Was hoping we could catch them in between Buildings."
>>101363“Perhaps a box or two may be lost in transit” he says
>>101364“Well, they are cops. They would head back to station, do paperwork there, then leave if they aren’t called into action again”
>>101365"You never know when logistics will make mistake like that." Silver gives the notes to the stallion, and pulls out another 100 to show him. He nods to the pony, hoping his intentions have been made clear. "Never know when something might just simply
disappear into ether..."
>>101367He nods
“How many are we talking about?”
>>101368"Two, if you can. One will be fine if it is not possible, but I will throw in bonus for both."
>>101369“Two then”
He brings out two boxes, weighing at least 5 pounds each, of the silver spheres
>>101370Silver takes the boxes gladly and gives the worker an additional 200 Bits, bringing the total for this acquisition to 300. Probably more than he would need to spend, but he has the Bits, and a little generosity shown to such a diligent worker never hurt anypony. "Here, you look like you have worked hard today. Treat yourself when you get off for me, okay?"
>>101366"Perhaps we can Ruse them, Maybe We Can Trick one into thinking that i have been stabbed. Then we can interrogate one."
>>101371“Yes sir”
>>101372“Tell me what you want to do”
>>101373"You have yourself good day, now." Silver sets the ball bearings in his cart with his other recently-acquired equipment. Now all he needs is to buy the rest of the materials he needs for these bombs, and buy the materials he'd need for some wooden barricades.
>>101374Okay, so what shall he buy?
>>101375For the bombs: high-nitrate fertilizer, diesel, plenty of nails, and four coffee cans.
For the barricades: a set of basic construction tools (hammer, screwdriver, saw, tape measurer, etc.), nails, screws, railroad spikes, l-brackets, and enough 2x4s for three different barricades.
He's also going to buy two bottles of whiskey: one to steady his nerves before, and one to celebrate after.
>>101376Oh, and the stuff he'd need to make the detonators for the bombs, so they go off when the tripwires they're attached to are tripped.
>>101373"I'll Go Act Like i've Been Stabbed you Go in and lead Them out to me. Bring Only one if you can."
>>101309He turns to Pear with that pensive expression, thinking there's a connection. "Is it simply a 'belief', Pear, or is it a hidden power these idols have? If the bandit knew about this power, it would explain even further why he would want to pursue something that might as well be a myth to the average pony. Do you not think so?"
>>101376Well, that’s quite a lot of material. Approximately 100 bits
>>101379“Well, if they believe it, it doesn’t matter if it is true or not. It would affect them all the same.”
>>101378“Sp you want to encounter them before they go to the station?”
>>101380Iron nods with a worried expression.
"I fear that they may be right in believing they have this amount of power. We are still missing some of them, and they may both have it and know how to use them. It could spell doom for everypony."
>>101381“The scholars don’t take the old gods seriously, saying they are nothing more than superstition. Certainly my colleagues didn’t. And the Marexica certainly didn’t believe they could be directed around like peasant levies marched by a feudal lord. They believed the dark gods to see themselves above Equines, they themselves the lords over serfs. They act for their own pride and power.”
>>101382Iron hums to himself.
"I shall take your word on the matter. Hopefully you are correct in asserting they cannot use their power."
He decides to look around some more for any ways to continue further into the cavern or anyother eyecatching thing in this tomb.
>>101380Indeed it is, but it's all part of the plan. 100 Bits it is.
Silver has one more stop to make: the Cathedral. He's going to stop there and meet with the Father, ask for some last bits of information that might help him.
>>101383Inside of the sectioned off room, some cases exist to the side, as well as the remains of a sword - the wood rotted away by time, but the obsidian flakes as sharp as they were centuries ago - some other pieces of military fanfare like a shield (rotted in the center, but with gilded edges remaining - and far in the back, a gold idol upon a pedestal
>>101385Silver is able to walk in simply. A certain fairly chubby older colt in religious clothing comes in, and immediately starts to smile wide
“It’s you again!”
He continues smiling with his mouth open in part in excitement
“Uh, what was your name again?”
>>101386Iron's eyes focus on the far away gold idol on a pedestal, wondering if it's one of the set he currently has two of.
He closes the distance carefully, as to not disturb anything else along the way.
(Maybe this is the third idol that can be used to call upon powers.)
>>101386Silver smiles at remembering the energetic colt. "It is Silver, Silver Sword. I was hoping to speak with Father. I have couple questions I hope he can help with."
>>101387The idol is fairly ornate, more so than the others, made of Gold, or at least, is entirely gilt. It is a statuette of an Equine Skeleton, with open rib cage and eye holes
>>101388"Let me go get him!"
Slow Burn bounces off
"Father! That sword pony wants to see you again!"
"Alright alright, I'm here"
From the door in the back, Father Maren walks slowly into the room, and takes his glasses off his face, carefully placing them in the pocket of a robe. He addresses Silver
"And what brings you back, dear child?"
[1d20 = 16]>>101389Iron thinks he remembers Pear saying that one of the idols was of an equine skeleton back when they cleared the bandit camp.
He decides to check the pedestal for anything that could be identified as a trap.
Spot roll
>>101390The idol seems to have been placed there carefully as a respectful hiding place - or resting place - to sit indefinitely. No trap is apparent
>>101389Silver bows to the pony in front of him. "Thank you for seeing me, Father Maren." Standing up, Silver pulls out Curwhinny's silver locket. "I wanted to know what you know about liches, and phylacteries, as you seem to be quite knowledgeable on these sorts of matters."
>>101391Iron decides not to grab the idol out of respect.
(Perhaps I could find the other resting places for the other two idols we have in our inventory. That should be more than enough to grab some of the gold here in exchange.)
He smiles and nods over it, eager to get some of this precious, Cauldron-saving gold.
>>101393Again, the options for treasure don't quite look like they are quite up to the level of a proper treasury. But even with that, there are more than a few items of obvious value. Vases and chalices of gold. Pendants and ear rings studded with emeralds, turquoise, and topaz. Golden face masks. A larger circular... something, that is gilded and covered in a large amount of writing. There is one empty pedestal
>>101392His eyes go wide at this
“And what am I looking at”
Referring to the locket
>>101395"This...is Joseph Curwhinny's phylactery. He is still around, albeit sealed away in stone coffin. He did indeed manage to turn himself into lich, before group of militia ponies raided catacombs underneath his farmhouse and sealed him away in that dark, dank place. Even I, who was raised like Earth Pony and did not receive much training in magic, can feel his presence near where he lay."
He holds the locket out for Maren to inspect, should he so choose. "I am hoping to put him to his long-overdue rest, so that he might be reunited with his beloved family he lost long ago."
>>101394Iron understand this is not the main crypt but the prospects of getting gold are not lost on him.
(Maybe we could drop most of the guns we picked up. I only need my precious hooves.)
His head leans forwards, kissing one of his forelegs in a narcisstic display of self-affection with a cocky grin on his face.
He looks to the empty pedestal.
(Perhaps I can place the dog idol there.)
Walking over there to do so, he attempts to remember what was the second idol retrieved by Pear.
>>101396Father Maren nods, but he does not pick up the locket
"We'll put him to rest, if such a thing can indeed await him, however we have to do it."
>>101397The second idol is a large Jade Turkey, seemingly made out of a single giant glob of Jade, or at least, several pieces well put together.
>>101398Figuring that the dichotomy between the golden equine skeleton with the dog idol works better than a turkey in his head, he pulls out the dog idol and places it on the pedestal.
>>101399The Stone Dog (black Marble) sits well on the pedestal
>>101400Iron smiles to himself.
(That should make the gods happy. I should keep on searching for the main treasury before I grab any gold though, including beating down the bandit leader threatening us currently.)
>>101398Silver nods right back, taking back the locket. "Do you have any ideas on how that may be done, or any general information on liches and these phylacteries?"
>>101401There cavern continues slightly, but definitely narrows
>>101402"Aye. Burn incense to repel the harshest of the evil spirits, then, destroy the physical entity of the phylactery with with a magical sword. Then, the real work of cleansing with Holy Water and prayer may begin.
To become a lich is to separate one's soul from one's physical body, and to bind one's soul with the physicality of another object. It is a terrible, cynical prospect that often shatters what parts of your soul you could otherwise take to the other world. I don't know
precisely how it is done, as that information is kept deep under lock and key in the Canterlot archives. It is often said that in order to split your soul from your body, you must commit a horrific act to fracture yourself. Some say you must shatter yourself spiritually and emotionally by sacrificing what you love. In some versions of the stories, the process is magical and available only to the most practiced of unicorns. In other versions, an alchemical process is involved. What is certain is that the process binds the spirit to the physical realm in a vessel generally less corruptible than the equine body, but at a cost."
>>101403Iron calls over to his mare companions as he walks further in the cavern.
"Let us keep moving. We must still deal with the bandit leader."
(Hopefully my body can squeeze through this narrow path.)
>>101380"Yes, it would most likely be better, and assuming they leave their weapons at the station, it would be safer.
>>101403Silver nods again. "Joseph Curwhinny lost entirety of his family to plague, in event that would lead to him originally pursuing necromancy in first place, and he was quite skilled with both magic and alchemy if numerous alchemical materials I found in catacombs and process he used to create ghasts are anything to go by. I can see how he originally became lich in first place." He glances back to his beloved greatsword. "While my sword is not in-and-of-itself magical, I do have couple of vials of Magic Weapon oils. Should I coat its blade blade in oil prior, will it suffice in destroying this phylactery when I am ready?"
>>101404>>101404Not so narrow, but when he goes through, he can see what this area is. To both left and right are holes carved into the cavern walls in small arches, some of them sealed. On the ground are vases, these ones being fired clay pots.
There are some treasures here that have clearly been lost to time. Decayed bits of organic matter are strewn along the floor in little piles, and one may speculate that they were once ornate robes, tapestries, wooden statuettes, or rolled up rugs. Bronze and copper have not fared much better. Small cups and head pieces of metal have been reduced to crusted blue-green flakes. Even silver earrings and statuettes are now coated in an unsavory black tarnish. Gold alone shines pristine in among the cave, in some areas the sole survivor of centuries of moist stasis. It alone testifies to the artistic mastery and wealth of the civilization whose last patriots are entombed here.
At the far end, leaning against a wall, is a number of obsidian shards around a pile of dust. Over top the pile is a set of hairs and decayed organic matter.
>>101405"Alright"
The taxi lets them off near the police station, a relatively modern building of beige stone facade walls, rectangular in shape and a couple stories tall, with a rectangular pyramid of bronze color in the center of the top.
>>101406The hell are weapon oils?
>>101408Iron is quite saddened by all of this wealth rotting away.
(Imagine how much more these items will sell for money?)
The eye catching obsidian shards around a pile of dust is a sight worthy of closer inspection.
(What kind of person would set shards like these around an ash pile? Maybe there are traps in here?)
He walks closer to it in an attempt to better see the scene.
>>101409blunt on one edge, sharp on the other edge. They are all something like 5 centimeters wide, 4 centimeters long, and maybe 1 thick on the think side. There must be twenty of them. Some of the pile is recognizable as one wood, but it crumbles in the hoof and is covered in fungi. Ontop are a few scattered hairs and dried up animal skin
>>101406"Few ponies who turn to necromancy ever do so without some sort of strong provocation... You wouldn't rather use the order's sword?"
>>101408"Nice Architecture."
He Hugs Blue
Dark Star looks for an acceptable Area down the street a little to Feign being stabbed in
>>101411The closer inspection doesn't help much to poor Iron.
"What is this in front of me?"
>>101411"That would be useful, yes." Silver looks to the Father. "Father Maren, I seek to clear undead from Catacombs on this day, and put them to their final rest. I fully expect to either return victorious...or not return at all. When I return,
if I return, I would ask for your aid in putting Joseph Curwhinny to rest."
>>101412The area is not quite perfect for rape in a dark alley, at least in the mid morning. Never the less, there are some alleys nearby that go behind shops, and some backyards behind abandoned, artillery damaged homes
>>101413Pair walks right up to it and inspects it
“Looks like the remains of a sword, with something... animal skin? Draped over it