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
Shimmering Spark, Onyx Steel, and Brie Achtungsex now make the perilous crossing into the Changeling Lands. In Baltimare, Dark Star prepares for his next big assignement, while Silver concludes his mentoring of traumatized foals. Much further away, Iron stands under jeweled nighttime skies, preparing his next move
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[1d20+9 = 11]>>105611"Good. One more target that I can see." Silver targets the other ghoul.
[1d20+9 = 28]>>105613"Дерьмо." He tries again.
[2d8 = 14]>>105615Silver finds upon working the bolt that he's empty, and thus has to load a new clip into the rifle.
>>105595"2 strong 4 u? do they have the strongest potions around?"
>>105616The creature screams, and Silver causally pulls out a clip, lines it up to the magazine, presses the bullets down into the magazine, cycles the bolt, and is ready for his next shot
[1d20+9 = 27]>>105618"Is this cheap? Probably." Silver breaks in the fresh clip by firing at the wounded ghoul.
>>105617“I mean... I don’t know. I don’t buy potions.”
>>105619Hit, and screech
[2d8 = 10]>>105620Silver looks around to get a bearing on his surroundings. He can't very well hear at the moment, after all.
>>105621There is another something paddling in the water, and a couple more moving things near the entrance. Roll spot for more
>>105623At least the blast has not affected Silver’s vision. Near the entrance are two undead figures that are more cautious in approach... or more afraid of the light. One is a ghoul or ghast in what seems to be a suit of armor - a firmly standing pony whose status as undead is only really discernable his exposed, fleshless nose and clear eye sockets. The second is a wrapped pony figure with space enough for wings. In the water, flops something black - a water ghoul it seems, wearing the remnants of a white dress. Over in the far off distance, in the sky, Silver sees a very large hawk flying his way
[1d20 = 16]>>105624"Drawn in by scent of bait on wind, no doubt..."
Silver tries throwing the bait in the direction of the three remaining ghasts.
Perhaps I can get them to fight each other? >>105625Silver does not succeed in throwing it immediately next to the entrance. What he does do is toss it onto a flat area next to the water one level below the flat area next to the entrance
>>105620"Hmmmm Where Are they at?"
>>105626Close enough. At least this might keep hawk from attacking me.Silver takes stock of the situation.
Okay...that one is obviously water or lake ghast. Soft target, compared to others. Probably should take it out first. Undead in armor will be little bit harder target to hit, but I do not know why he shows restraint in coming out into light like others...and... Silver takes a look again at the third figure.
...is that mummy?Any other sort of distinguishing features that might give away the type of undead those two are? >>105627“Down on East main”
>>105628Looks like a water undead, a mummy, and something in armor
[1d20+9 = 29]>>105629I should avoid combat with those two until I know what I am dealing with. Mummy especially. Perhaps we can remain non-hostile to each other. Now, other undead on other hoof...Silver fires at the undead in the water.
>>105630>>105631Hit, and confirmed hit. Silver may roll twice as many damage did
>>105633It hisses from what seems to be a head shot. Part of the skull of the black mare in wilted white dress is gone. It looks at Silver, and stares at him with what remains of its face. So to, do the other undead
[1d20+9 = 19]>>105634"Yes yes, hi, hello." Silver himself is a little surprised by the accuracy of the shot. He tries again.
>>105636Hit, and it is almost dead. Almost
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHGGGGG!”
It screams like a mare
[1d20+9 = 26]>>105637"That must have been what was causing noise...creepy." If it wasn't for the fact that he knows that that's not a living mare, he'd be more hesitant to keep attacking. As it is, he hopes he can just put the poor mare's corpse to rest.
>>105639“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHGGGGG!”
It is shot again, and collapses into the water. Its black, hairless skin looks almost pickled
>>105640"Hmm...is it dead? Dead-er, I mean?"
>>105642"That is good, at least." Silver takes a look at what the other two undead are currently doing.
>>105643They cautiously approach the bait, while glancing over in Silver’s direction
>>105629"I Need to stop by there."
>>105645Now wouldn’t Silver like to know?
They again cautious approach the bait, and stare back up at the origin of the shots
>>105646“Then let’s go”
>>105647Well, they aren't stupid. They show fear that is uncharacteristic of other undead. For now, he is content to watch from his perch.
I am not sure about armored undead, but perhaps there is way to get mummy out of there peacefully. Maybe Black Hooves would show interest. >>105647Dark Star walks to the front door and the hails them a taxi
>>105648Silver, in his role as an observer, gets perhaps just a bit more than he bargained for. From above, appears, of all things, a Roc, probably a juvenile or a smaller breed. No, it's not as big as the Rocs than can carry away elephants. Those have all been driven back, away from industrial civilization, and reside now only in their sanctuaries in the mountains where no pony dare tread. At least... hopefully they don't exist in heavily populated areas... That does not stop the fact that
it's a damned roc, easily taking up the entire ledge, with a wingspan of... big, and about as big as adult adult Dragon.
It gives a loud
Caw and leans down for the bait
>>105649It is so. A taxi appears for them
>>105650He gives the address of the shop
>>105651>>105652"R-O-C-S Rocs. Humongous birds that can snack on a molting dragon like candy"
The urban permutation is much smaller than a full mountain raptor, but... It's still big enough to give a dragon a run for its treasure horde
>>105653Dark Star arrives at "2 Strong 4 U"
>>105654Silver's jaw drops at the magnificent and scary sight. No words yet come from his mouth as he watches the, to put it lightly, big bird.
[1d20+11 = 30][1d20+7 = 12]>>105655It's a little more darkly lit. Some potions are on the wall. A Zebra in full zebra cultural dress greats Dark Star
"Come into my shop, Mr. blood red steed
Be it strength, stamina or health, we have what you need"
>>105656Neither do any words come from the undead figures, obscured by the bird. But they do make clear "Hiss!" sounds
[1d20+16 = 30][1d20+13 = 24]>>105657"Eeeek!" it recoils, and claws back
>>105657"Uh hello, I Need The Ability To Not Be sensed by undead Creatures. If you Don't mind me asking, Why are you rhyming?"
>>105659Silver almost wishes he had some popcorn with him.
>>105554Iron's ears flicker a bit, nodding.
"It does sounds amazing to see the god you worship in person doing the thing she says she does."
He frowns slightly
"Although I am quite unsure that she is the one that does it. She does not strike me as the one that represents the Sun fully to move it."
He approaches one hoof close to the fire.
"I am quite surprised you even wanted to be a nun from that event alone. Did it truly give you that much hope and joy simply from seeing the celebration took place?"
>>105660"To the words I speak you need pay no mind
For where I come from, it is most sublime
To make every sentence end in rhyme
As for your potion, that I shall soon find
What you need is to hide from the undead
So that you may face the danger ahead"
She pulls a bottle off the shelf
"When you drink this bottle of red potion
You may enter crypts without commotion"
[1d20+13 = 15][1d20+7 = 17]>>105661They strike back at it, although the mummy is clearly clawed by the Roc
>>105662"Of course you don't... No. What takes a lifetime is not built by a single event. But a single event can epitomize something. Be the breakthrough where thoughts are clarified. Or be a symbol, where so many other similar moments are represented by one."
>>105664Well, I do have this. Silver pulls out one of the bottles of whiskey he bought, pops it open, and takes a drink. It is not often he gets to see something like this: two undead taking on a giant bird.
[1d20+11 = 30][1d20+7 = 21]>>105666It looks as if both struck at the bird, with the mummy hitting its chest, then the bird struck at the mummy, then both struck at and hit the bird - just barely - and the bird struck the armored ghast back, tearing through its plates
>>105664Iron's ears flatten and his head cocks yet again.
"What did it represent to you?"
>>105663"So Everypony Speaks in Rhythms in Zebrica? How Odd."
He looks down at the red liquid
"How Much is it?"
[1d20 = 6][1d20 = 5]>>105667Both hit, tearing into the bird
>>105668"Something higher. Something better than listening to my dad plea with his landlord. A we and wonder distilled into their purest."
>>105670"If you want to avoid the zombie's hits
I will sell it to you for fort bits"
[1d20+13 = 14]>>105671It strikes back, again at the mummy
>>105671"My That Price Seems A little High. how about 25 bits?"
>>105671Iron nods again.
"I see."
He pokes the ground.
"So it gave you hope that things could work balanced, without any sort of complications caused by ponies themselves."
>>105674>>105675Silver takes another drink from his whiskey bottle.
It is good thing I threw that bait. I am very glad I do not have to fight that thing. [1d20+7 = 20][1d20+11 = 22]>>105675And it trips........
>>105676"To sell for less I feel apprehensive
the task you seek is not a common occurrence
The rare components are a deterrence
And that is why it is so expensive"
>>105679https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKdJ6DnPhzk>>105678"No... I was never under that sort of delusion. It gave me hope that ponies could do something other than simply cause complications for themselves... and others"
>>105680"You sound like you never really had life go your way."
>>105680A fairly accurate representation of Silver at the moment. He certainly doesn't want to get involved in a fight between two
very powerful creatures.
[1d6+10 = 16][1d8+5 = 12]>>105681"It's not that. It's the world itself. it leaves so much more to be desired
>>105682Both score hits on it as it tries to swipe back
>>105683Silver almost feels bad for how much punishment this Roc is taking.
[1d20+13 = 22]>>105684Nah, it'll be fine. It strikes back
[1d8+8 = 12][1d20 = 5][1d20 = 18]>>105683It strikes at, and hits the Mummy
>>105680"Ah ok. i see. would you do 35 bits?"
Should i roll something for trying to haggle?
>>105683"What else is to be desired from the world? You do not need to struggle against any predators or worry about the possibility of lacking food."
He looks at her.
"If ponykind can do these things, they can do anything," he states confidently. "Even if the result was counterproductive and confusing."
>>105685If it is, then he's
very glad he's not the one fighting it.
[1d20+11 = 18][1d20+7 = 15]>>105687He can roll diplomacy to try it
"Is saving your own life worth forty bits?
If not, then leave the bottle where it sits"
>>105688"What do you mean? She asks"
>>105688They both strike at the bird
[1d20 = 11]>>105692"Well... if it helps to clear space off my shelf
For thirty five bits, you can keep your health"
>>105690Iron inhales.
"The metal jungles are quite advanced. They essentially ensures the lives of many ponies in it just by existing, providing comfort even to the lowest in the social hierarchy."
He looks at the fire
"Sleeping on the ground in the outskirts of it rids me of worry from being mauled by any predators when I first got to it without anything to my name. It was quite comfortable, too."
He can't help but crack a smile.
"After that, I worked with other ponies and eventually got to sleep in one of the homes of the residents. It was truly magical. Nevermind the food she cooked..."
She shakes his head quickly before going any further and possibily compromising something with a light blush on his face, looking at Pear.
"I must admit it was quite nice to have these comforts," his smile falters for a bit "but it sure made the ponies in it feeble creatures."
>>105694He Smiles
"Thank you."
He hoofs over 35 bits
"while im here what other potions do you have in stock?"
>>105695"Uck! The indusrialization is the worst of it. We live in a world of magic, and yet, nothing is really
magical. Nothing is mystifying. Nothing is wonderous. There is comfort to be had everywhere, but no gratitude or appreciation for being out of danger the way a farmer has for a bountiful harvest. There is power of every kind - over pony and over nature - but there is no awe and terror of said power, the way a more primitive pony is of a tiger or hurricane. There are longer lives, and fewer deaths to disease, but life itself is trivialized to the pursuit of temporary pleasures and wealth. And for this, all of this... the suffering and violence has not ceased, but merely itself become a machine process."
>>105696"We have in stock every sort of potion
From healing wounds to magical lotion"
[1d20 = 5][1d20+11 = 20][1d8+8 = 11]>>105699>>105699it bites at the armored undead, piecing something, but not into the creature. With one claw it strikes at the undead, then at the mummy, landing a hit on the mummy
[1d20+15 = 25][1d6+10 = 12]>>105700The mummy is severely deteriorated at this point from damage received, but fights on, landing a hit on the roc, even as its companion fails
>>105697"Magical lotion? what does it do?"
>>105697Iron's hearstrings have been pulled, looking quite shocked at Pear.
"I was not expecting that to come out from a mare," he mutters in surprise "but I completely understand that. If it were not from having somepony else to accompany with, I would feel the same way as you."
His shock lessens.
"They must be too afraid themselves to even go out and do it, disguising it as being above it all. Most stallions I talked with cowered before me."
>>105702"If in combat you want to win
Apply the lotion to your skin
You'll find you needn't be a charmer
with a magical lotion of natural armor"
>>105705"That Sounds like it could be useful. How Much For the lotion?"
>>105704She looks at Iron, giving him an odd, somewhat judgmental look
"The academics construct a worldview where they see all of history as consisting of a higher class seeking to oppress a lower class and remain in power, and all of morality and truth as being only constructs created by this higher class to stay in power. In every historical event, they saw Equestria, its princesses, its old nobility, its clergy and its capitalists as the villians... yet all I saw from them was a concern about university rankings, who gets what chairs, and funding. Did they think we wouldn't notice that they wanted to replace the old nobility, the capitalists, the clergy and the princesses as the new ruling ruling class? Or that they were creating their own truth and morality to justify their own status as the new bourgeoisie?"
She shakes her head relating this
>>105706"Pay 40 bits, and you shall avoid hits"
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[1d20+13 = 27][2d20 = 29]>>105703Yes. It launches another full assault
>>105707(Cauldron should be hearing this.)
Iron is appalled from hearing his partner's suspicions to be true.
"And you work with the ones that blemish and tarnish their rulers' reputation as well as write nice things about themselves to solidify these sorry ponies' social standing?"