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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>>101467
The Rock shatters and cracks at the point of impact, and a crack runs now higher up. The room shakes slightly, causing dust and at least one stalactite falls to the ground and crashes on the floor. This scares the he’ll out of Pear, who jumps back
“What in Celestia’s name are you doing?!”
The Rock shatters and cracks at the point of impact, and a crack runs now higher up. The room shakes slightly, causing dust and at least one stalactite falls to the ground and crashes on the floor. This scares the he’ll out of Pear, who jumps back
“What in Celestia’s name are you doing?!”
>>101468
Iron stares at the taunting blocked path in front of him.
"I am trying to open this up, but it seems it will try to take us with it if I try again."
He sighs.
"I suppose this is why we do not see more recently dead corpses around here, because of the constant obstacles preventing access are here."
Iron stares at the taunting blocked path in front of him.
"I am trying to open this up, but it seems it will try to take us with it if I try again."
He sighs.
"I suppose this is why we do not see more recently dead corpses around here, because of the constant obstacles preventing access are here."
>>101470
Iron doesn't buy it.
"We have only found the mare's tomb. What about the other one? He should still be here somewhere."
He decides to go prone and look under the slightly damaged blockade to see if something opened up.
"It must be hidden somewhere. It could be right after this small blockade."
Iron doesn't buy it.
"We have only found the mare's tomb. What about the other one? He should still be here somewhere."
He decides to go prone and look under the slightly damaged blockade to see if something opened up.
"It must be hidden somewhere. It could be right after this small blockade."
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>>101471
“Do you mean the military commander depicted in the frieze?”
She walks closer to Iron.
“He died before all of this was made. His body has long since rejoined the earth, and become one with his native lands”
She now comes now even closer, to the point where she is standing next to Iron. She picks up a piece of sharped obsidian from the long decayed sword
“This little decayed memorial is all that remains...”
There is no source of light inside. It looks like a crevice of eroded rock
“Do you mean the military commander depicted in the frieze?”
She walks closer to Iron.
“He died before all of this was made. His body has long since rejoined the earth, and become one with his native lands”
She now comes now even closer, to the point where she is standing next to Iron. She picks up a piece of sharped obsidian from the long decayed sword
“This little decayed memorial is all that remains...”
There is no source of light inside. It looks like a crevice of eroded rock
>>101473
Iron's, from his prone position, slackens, sprawling his legs around his body.
"So is this really it?"
His mind is currently processing the fact that the exploration's current payoff is substantially lower than he'd hoped.
"The tomb of Hummingbird is just ashes and shards?"
Iron's, from his prone position, slackens, sprawling his legs around his body.
"So is this really it?"
His mind is currently processing the fact that the exploration's current payoff is substantially lower than he'd hoped.
"The tomb of Hummingbird is just ashes and shards?"
>>101402
“He’s still out there, you’d best believe.
What is it? Were you expecting mountains and valleys of gold? Tenochtitlan was never as wealthy as advertised. With the line of Hayfeather only three generations old at the time of contact, the government lacked authority over some of its further provinces, needing lavish ceremonies, building projects like temples and canals to impress the populace, and a large standing army to put down rebellions and to repel incursions of the other neighuatl tribes with whom they shared the basin. When the Pegasi came, some of the wealth was seized by the conquerers as booty, tribute, or received in payment for foreign goods. Some, probably most, never left Tenochtitlan, with its various owners simply retaining it, or burying it. And only a portion was spirited away with the rebels in their flight to the Windy River Valley. They varied with them the robes, idols, ritual masks, and incense burners of their temples, and the jewelry and wealth of their noble families, but they could carry no more than what they could place on their backs, as they cantered out under cover of night. They hoped one day to take back the rest, and push out the foreigners and the puppet regime.
As the years dragged on, the rebels found that food mattered more to them than their trinkets, and no doubt much of their treasure was spent and dispersed in that time. And on top of all of that.”
Pear points down to an object to Iron’s right. It’s s lantern.
“Did you think you were the first to try to rob this ancient grave? Probably much of what could be carried easily has already been carried away. Only the danger of the jungle, the isolation, and the relative lack ways to carry heavy objects has saved this location. And besides, what else do you want?”
Looking over, Cauldron has taken the top off of a pot, revealing the pot is filled to the brim with gold coins. Cauldron herself is now jamming an iron tool into one of the sealed off portions of the wall - probably a grave - and smashing it. Pear decides to go for a physical demonstration and pick up one of the pots with her right hoof, and hold it up against her back. She pulls it up with an “ugh!” but finds that the weight is too great for her to sustain, and it slips down, until it falls. Only her hoof being in place to keep the pot upright prevents it from falling over, shattering, and spilling its contents everywhere. It makes a loud “clink!” noise as it falls in place to the ground, and Pear makes an “ook”
She returns to her description
“There are earrings, brooches, face masks, chalices, of gold, turquoise, and emerald. The frieze outside and the cal set wheels alone would go for a fortune to a private collector, and those aren’t even good. There is more here than you could possibly carry.”
She then stops her almost exasperated tangent, she says,
“Those stories of mountains of gold and vast wealth, were nothing other than stories. The creation of impressionable and adventurous young minds upon seeing the city for the first time, and of unscrupulous expedition leaders who wanted to trick adventurers into giving up their established lives to brave hot and disease ridden jungles, and to trick cautious governors... and deans, into giving the financial backing for risky expeditions.”
[Read more] “He’s still out there, you’d best believe.
What is it? Were you expecting mountains and valleys of gold? Tenochtitlan was never as wealthy as advertised. With the line of Hayfeather only three generations old at the time of contact, the government lacked authority over some of its further provinces, needing lavish ceremonies, building projects like temples and canals to impress the populace, and a large standing army to put down rebellions and to repel incursions of the other neighuatl tribes with whom they shared the basin. When the Pegasi came, some of the wealth was seized by the conquerers as booty, tribute, or received in payment for foreign goods. Some, probably most, never left Tenochtitlan, with its various owners simply retaining it, or burying it. And only a portion was spirited away with the rebels in their flight to the Windy River Valley. They varied with them the robes, idols, ritual masks, and incense burners of their temples, and the jewelry and wealth of their noble families, but they could carry no more than what they could place on their backs, as they cantered out under cover of night. They hoped one day to take back the rest, and push out the foreigners and the puppet regime.
As the years dragged on, the rebels found that food mattered more to them than their trinkets, and no doubt much of their treasure was spent and dispersed in that time. And on top of all of that.”
Pear points down to an object to Iron’s right. It’s s lantern.
“Did you think you were the first to try to rob this ancient grave? Probably much of what could be carried easily has already been carried away. Only the danger of the jungle, the isolation, and the relative lack ways to carry heavy objects has saved this location. And besides, what else do you want?”
Looking over, Cauldron has taken the top off of a pot, revealing the pot is filled to the brim with gold coins. Cauldron herself is now jamming an iron tool into one of the sealed off portions of the wall - probably a grave - and smashing it. Pear decides to go for a physical demonstration and pick up one of the pots with her right hoof, and hold it up against her back. She pulls it up with an “ugh!” but finds that the weight is too great for her to sustain, and it slips down, until it falls. Only her hoof being in place to keep the pot upright prevents it from falling over, shattering, and spilling its contents everywhere. It makes a loud “clink!” noise as it falls in place to the ground, and Pear makes an “ook”
She returns to her description
“There are earrings, brooches, face masks, chalices, of gold, turquoise, and emerald. The frieze outside and the cal set wheels alone would go for a fortune to a private collector, and those aren’t even good. There is more here than you could possibly carry.”
She then stops her almost exasperated tangent, she says,
“Those stories of mountains of gold and vast wealth, were nothing other than stories. The creation of impressionable and adventurous young minds upon seeing the city for the first time, and of unscrupulous expedition leaders who wanted to trick adventurers into giving up their established lives to brave hot and disease ridden jungles, and to trick cautious governors... and deans, into giving the financial backing for risky expeditions.”
>>101477
I think this is for me.
Iron looks downcast as Pear dispells the myth that there is no big tomb full of hidden gold and the fact that there isn't a big climatic scene for him, but is ultimately content after seeing Cauldron open the vase and seeing it's full of coins.
(A good thing there is a lot of wealth in here. I did not want Cauldron to risk her life over nothing.)
He stands up, now with a calm, understanding smile.
"It was rather fun exploring the cave and learning its history. I guess deep down I did not want it to end at all and keep going deeper and discover with my own eyes what other secrets this temple hid."
(There is also the fact that we did not battle the bandit leader before reaching the tomb, which unnerves me a bit.)
He stands up, a little more energized over this new revelation, and picks up the pot that Pear took out.
"You are right. I was quite excited at this adventure, but my expectations were set too high. Still, this is an acceptable outcome. I thank you for your help and hope you have found the history behind this place worthy of writing."
He decides to walk over to Cauldron.
"How much more weight can be carried with the bags? If we do not have space for the spare guns we took, we can always leave them here except of course for your newly acquired coat shredder SMG."
[Read more] I think this is for me.
Iron looks downcast as Pear dispells the myth that there is no big tomb full of hidden gold and the fact that there isn't a big climatic scene for him, but is ultimately content after seeing Cauldron open the vase and seeing it's full of coins.
(A good thing there is a lot of wealth in here. I did not want Cauldron to risk her life over nothing.)
He stands up, now with a calm, understanding smile.
"It was rather fun exploring the cave and learning its history. I guess deep down I did not want it to end at all and keep going deeper and discover with my own eyes what other secrets this temple hid."
(There is also the fact that we did not battle the bandit leader before reaching the tomb, which unnerves me a bit.)
He stands up, a little more energized over this new revelation, and picks up the pot that Pear took out.
"You are right. I was quite excited at this adventure, but my expectations were set too high. Still, this is an acceptable outcome. I thank you for your help and hope you have found the history behind this place worthy of writing."
He decides to walk over to Cauldron.
"How much more weight can be carried with the bags? If we do not have space for the spare guns we took, we can always leave them here except of course for your newly acquired coat shredder SMG."
>>101478
Shit. Wrong link then
Pear is not quite placated
"There's a story they tell - I think it's apocryphal, but I repeat it anyways because of the moral - of a Pegasus of Highview's army who filled his bags to the brim with gold seized from a noble's mansion before Valiant Chello could order that the property of the natives be respected. He tried to fly his way out of the city, across the lake, but found himself too heavy to fly. So he tried to cross along rocks the natives used, but misjudged his ability to jump even small distances. He lost his footing, tripped and slipped into the lake, weighed down with gold. As he drown in shallow water, his comrades jumped in not to save him, but the gold he carried."
With this, Pear concludes
Cauldron looks over at Iron with her orange eyes. She has cracked open one of the rock seals. It is indeed a tomb, with no obvious wealth, and it looks like there were more pony bones crammed in their than the small size would imply.
"We have some space in my bag, but honestly my bags aren't that big. I brought a tent, quite a few supplies, pots... but I wasn't expecting to carry too much back. I hope you can get some things."
[Read more] Shit. Wrong link then
Pear is not quite placated
"There's a story they tell - I think it's apocryphal, but I repeat it anyways because of the moral - of a Pegasus of Highview's army who filled his bags to the brim with gold seized from a noble's mansion before Valiant Chello could order that the property of the natives be respected. He tried to fly his way out of the city, across the lake, but found himself too heavy to fly. So he tried to cross along rocks the natives used, but misjudged his ability to jump even small distances. He lost his footing, tripped and slipped into the lake, weighed down with gold. As he drown in shallow water, his comrades jumped in not to save him, but the gold he carried."
With this, Pear concludes
Cauldron looks over at Iron with her orange eyes. She has cracked open one of the rock seals. It is indeed a tomb, with no obvious wealth, and it looks like there were more pony bones crammed in their than the small size would imply.
"We have some space in my bag, but honestly my bags aren't that big. I brought a tent, quite a few supplies, pots... but I wasn't expecting to carry too much back. I hope you can get some things."
>>101479
Iron nods as Pear warns him not to be overburdened with greed.
(I do not think Cauldron will simply leave me to die. At least not because she would want to but due to my weight if a situation like that ever happened. Still, I should tread carefully for I could suffer his fate.)
After Cauldron's request to carry some stuff, he puffs his chest out in unabashed pride.
"My body can handle some weight. You can rely on me."
Iron nods as Pear warns him not to be overburdened with greed.
(I do not think Cauldron will simply leave me to die. At least not because she would want to but due to my weight if a situation like that ever happened. Still, I should tread carefully for I could suffer his fate.)
After Cauldron's request to carry some stuff, he puffs his chest out in unabashed pride.
"My body can handle some weight. You can rely on me."
>>101481
Iron's smile mixed with the slighest shade of red covers his face.
"Alright!"
With that, he looks over to the opened pot filled with gold and decides to test how heavy it is for his body in lbs if possible since my sheet uses that
Iron's smile mixed with the slighest shade of red covers his face.
"Alright!"
With that, he looks over to the opened pot filled with gold and decides to test how heavy it is for his body in lbs if possible since my sheet uses that
>>101484
Iron doesn't feel too heavy. In fact he felt like he could easily carry 5 of these at most.
"This is quite light, all things considered."
He proves his point by easily trotting in a small circle with the pot on him.
Iron doesn't feel too heavy. In fact he felt like he could easily carry 5 of these at most.
"This is quite light, all things considered."
He proves his point by easily trotting in a small circle with the pot on him.
>>101485
Uh... what do you want? Making consequential decisions is difficult
Also material support is possible
Uh... what do you want? Making consequential decisions is difficult
Also material support is possible
>>101488
Again, Silver would accept whatever support or help is offered, no matter what it is. I just want to know what you want to do so I can plan around that.
Again, Silver would accept whatever support or help is offered, no matter what it is. I just want to know what you want to do so I can plan around that.
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>>101489
Um.... okay...
>>101489
Um.... okay...
>>101487
"That is pretty much the plan, yes."
Iron looks around for 4 more of the pot's weight and worth.
"I promised a big payoff and I am not going back on my word. Traversing this back across the bridge is going to be a challenge, though."
"That is pretty much the plan, yes."
Iron looks around for 4 more of the pot's weight and worth.
"I promised a big payoff and I am not going back on my word. Traversing this back across the bridge is going to be a challenge, though."
>>101492
Iron is able to take at least 1 more pot. In the other room, iron can take a golden vase, and a chalice, and fill it with earrings, brooches, and the like. These can be tied to his back, and a mask lad atop it, using ropes Cauldron has
Iron is able to take at least 1 more pot. In the other room, iron can take a golden vase, and a chalice, and fill it with earrings, brooches, and the like. These can be tied to his back, and a mask lad atop it, using ropes Cauldron has
>>101493
Of course, Iron takes the opportunity presented by his thoughts and starts walking over to the other room, looking towards Cauldron with two pots filled with valuables in it.
"I will bring the chalice and the golden vase back in here so we can fit some more valuables in there, but I will have to ask you to tie them to my body in order to secure it and not fall off."
He wonders what Pear's current actions, thoughts and position.
(I wonder if this discovery brought her some satisfaction.)
Of course, Iron takes the opportunity presented by his thoughts and starts walking over to the other room, looking towards Cauldron with two pots filled with valuables in it.
"I will bring the chalice and the golden vase back in here so we can fit some more valuables in there, but I will have to ask you to tie them to my body in order to secure it and not fall off."
He wonders what Pear's current actions, thoughts and position.
(I wonder if this discovery brought her some satisfaction.)
>>101494
“Alright... what are you going to do if you encounter the bandits”
Caudron has some concern
Pear slinked off, first going to a jar of coins, picking some up and looking at the images on the obverse and reverse, until Cauldron’s staring drives her away. She goes to the sarcophagus at the center of the sepulcher, and looks down upon it for a while, placing her hoof along it. Then she goes to the guided circle with engraved images, and studies it for a while. Finally, she removes the jade turkey from her pack, and places it carefully on a pedestal
“Alright... what are you going to do if you encounter the bandits”
Caudron has some concern
Pear slinked off, first going to a jar of coins, picking some up and looking at the images on the obverse and reverse, until Cauldron’s staring drives her away. She goes to the sarcophagus at the center of the sepulcher, and looks down upon it for a while, placing her hoof along it. Then she goes to the guided circle with engraved images, and studies it for a while. Finally, she removes the jade turkey from her pack, and places it carefully on a pedestal
>>101495
Iron considers it for a moment.
"I will definitely become slower so running may not be an option, but I am not sure how much bits each pot on its own costs approximately."
Iron, now feeling the weight of two pots reducing his speed to 20 feet per turn, ponders a bit.
"I am not sure about it. There is always the option to drop what I am carrying in order to fight against the bandits, along with your help by scouting ahead for enemies. However, by the chance I have to escape from them, I probably cannot do so unless they are carrying some heavy equipment themselves or I drop all but one of the pots. We could try to sneak by them if we spot them before they do."
He nods at Pear's actions.
(It seems she will have a lot of information to look over. Good thing we helped her out with researching this place.)
Iron considers it for a moment.
"I will definitely become slower so running may not be an option, but I am not sure how much bits each pot on its own costs approximately."
Iron, now feeling the weight of two pots reducing his speed to 20 feet per turn, ponders a bit.
"I am not sure about it. There is always the option to drop what I am carrying in order to fight against the bandits, along with your help by scouting ahead for enemies. However, by the chance I have to escape from them, I probably cannot do so unless they are carrying some heavy equipment themselves or I drop all but one of the pots. We could try to sneak by them if we spot them before they do."
He nods at Pear's actions.
(It seems she will have a lot of information to look over. Good thing we helped her out with researching this place.)
>>101497
Iron nods.
"On that we can agree."
With that, he decides to go for both chalice and golden vase, going back to Cauldron to fill them up with valuable goods and covering their tops.
(I guess we can risk it.)
Iron nods.
"On that we can agree."
With that, he decides to go for both chalice and golden vase, going back to Cauldron to fill them up with valuable goods and covering their tops.
(I guess we can risk it.)
>>101499
Nodding to himself, he straps them on to himself, officially carrying 5 pots which should be 400 filled with valuables. He looks over to Pear.
"Are you ready to head out? I did promise to return you to 'cee-vee-lai-sei-tion', after all."
Nodding to himself, he straps them on to himself, officially carrying 5 pots which should be 400 filled with valuables. He looks over to Pear.
"Are you ready to head out? I did promise to return you to 'cee-vee-lai-sei-tion', after all."
>>101456
"Please Do."
Dark Star Flips onto his stomach and holds it. to make the "stabbing" look more real
"I Don't Like Napping in The Dirt."
"Please Do."
Dark Star Flips onto his stomach and holds it. to make the "stabbing" look more real
"I Don't Like Napping in The Dirt."
>>101502
“Just don’t get shot, and you won’t have to”
Skies flies off. She is not seen for a minute. Then two minutes. Then more. It seems to take her a while
The soil is soft and kind of moist, with some insects in it. Hopefully there are no snakes in the grass... hopefully. A black caterpillar moves up, then onto Dark Star’s leg, and inches forth over Dark Star.
After at minimum, 5 minutes, he can hear a pony coming forth, sounding not quite like Skies
“Yes, officer. He’s over here.”
“Just don’t get shot, and you won’t have to”
Skies flies off. She is not seen for a minute. Then two minutes. Then more. It seems to take her a while
The soil is soft and kind of moist, with some insects in it. Hopefully there are no snakes in the grass... hopefully. A black caterpillar moves up, then onto Dark Star’s leg, and inches forth over Dark Star.
After at minimum, 5 minutes, he can hear a pony coming forth, sounding not quite like Skies
“Yes, officer. He’s over here.”
>>101504
Suffice it to say that Iron has entered the next phase of the story, and I don’t quite want to start now.
Suffice it to say that Iron has entered the next phase of the story, and I don’t quite want to start now.
>>101503
he can hear a pony coming forth, sounding not quite like Skies
F U C K
Dark Star Starts Groaning in Pain.
he can hear a pony coming forth, sounding not quite like Skies
F U C K
Dark Star Starts Groaning in Pain.
>>101506
A pony runs up. Unicorn, burnt orange, with fluffy curls of red hair. She speaks
"Where are you hurt?"
The accent is local Baltimare
A pony runs up. Unicorn, burnt orange, with fluffy curls of red hair. She speaks
"Where are you hurt?"
The accent is local Baltimare
>>101509
Something starts to tug against dark star’s Shoulders in an attempt to turn him over
Then the mare, whose horn glows blue, places her hooves near his legs, just beneath, to attempt to push him over
“Let me see.”
Then
“How did this happen?”
Something starts to tug against dark star’s Shoulders in an attempt to turn him over
Then the mare, whose horn glows blue, places her hooves near his legs, just beneath, to attempt to push him over
“Let me see.”
Then
“How did this happen?”
>>101515
"Stallion asked for smoke. next thing i know he has me in magic"
DS Glances around looking at anyother pony that she brought with her
"Stallion asked for smoke. next thing i know he has me in magic"
DS Glances around looking at anyother pony that she brought with her
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