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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>>106328
“Then know that what I did, I did for all of you.”
She pauses for a moment
“These cavern entrances were thought to be gates to the underworld... you’d best vacate from here”
“Then know that what I did, I did for all of you.”
She pauses for a moment
“These cavern entrances were thought to be gates to the underworld... you’d best vacate from here”
[2d8 = 12]
>>106329
Iron can't help but be confused, but believes it to be the best outcome in all honesty.
Standing up while propping Cauldron to her hooves herself, he casually goes for the pots and starts doing the whole tying up thing.
Iron can't help but be confused, but believes it to be the best outcome in all honesty.
Standing up while propping Cauldron to her hooves herself, he casually goes for the pots and starts doing the whole tying up thing.
>>106332
The pots are still there, lying on the ground
Cauldron: “you’re still going for those?”
Pear vacillates, but ultimately decides to go back for Dr. Grant, and very quickly slices the two ties binding him, whispers something, then prances off into the forest
The pots are still there, lying on the ground
Cauldron: “you’re still going for those?”
Pear vacillates, but ultimately decides to go back for Dr. Grant, and very quickly slices the two ties binding him, whispers something, then prances off into the forest
>>106333
Iron looks back to Cauldron, determined yet with a slight tinge of guilt.
"I am," he answers stubbornly as he does the whole pot bondage activity. "I made a promise to you and I am not going to back down from it."
Iron looks back to Cauldron, determined yet with a slight tinge of guilt.
"I am," he answers stubbornly as he does the whole pot bondage activity. "I made a promise to you and I am not going to back down from it."
>>106334
The binds are still there, ready to be placed on. The wind continues blowing
“How does this change our plans?”
From off in the distance, there is s rumble, and a great number of birds fly into the air. Parrots, macaws, larks, they fly at in hordes into the sky with ‘caws’ that ring loudly. As soon as they leave the trees, many, or perhaps most of them are caught by the wind, swept away, or cast back into the trees. But the few that can manage dare not return below the trees, to that shelter where they avoided the winds just moments before
The binds are still there, ready to be placed on. The wind continues blowing
“How does this change our plans?”
From off in the distance, there is s rumble, and a great number of birds fly into the air. Parrots, macaws, larks, they fly at in hordes into the sky with ‘caws’ that ring loudly. As soon as they leave the trees, many, or perhaps most of them are caught by the wind, swept away, or cast back into the trees. But the few that can manage dare not return below the trees, to that shelter where they avoided the winds just moments before
>>106335
Iron darts his head from side to side sporadically, not believing what she's saying, slowing his resolve down to pick up the binds of the pots.
"What about the whole new business we talked about earlier?"
Iron darts his head from side to side sporadically, not believing what she's saying, slowing his resolve down to pick up the binds of the pots.
"What about the whole new business we talked about earlier?"
>>106336
For a full moment, she looks at Iron, silent. Then she speaks
“You’re right. We’ve gone too far to back down.”
She picks up a pot, and starts to tie it to Iron
The ground shakes in a loud quake
Roll balance
For a full moment, she looks at Iron, silent. Then she speaks
“You’re right. We’ve gone too far to back down.”
She picks up a pot, and starts to tie it to Iron
The ground shakes in a loud quake
Roll balance
[1d20 = 9]
>>106338
Iron can't help but feel off about her previous outburst, but the shaking ground prevents him from thinking it any further.
Now, rolling balance. As expected,
there's no dex bonus or ranks in it.
>>106338
Iron can't help but feel off about her previous outburst, but the shaking ground prevents him from thinking it any further.
Now, rolling balance. As expected,
there's no dex bonus or ranks in it.
[1d2 = 2]
>>106339
Iron trembles, and half falls before catching himself with spread legs
“Hurry though”
>>106339
Iron trembles, and half falls before catching himself with spread legs
“Hurry though”
>>106341
From the cavern itself comes a piercing shriek, and a loud “ROAR!”
Grant stumbles over himself, and flees into the forest
From the cavern itself comes a piercing shriek, and a loud “ROAR!”
Grant stumbles over himself, and flees into the forest
Aw fuck.
Iron's ears flicker and he hurries even more in strapping all those pots, as well as trying to catch a glance at what in the everloving heck just made that sound.
Hopefully this is the last turn he has to do this.
Iron's ears flicker and he hurries even more in strapping all those pots, as well as trying to catch a glance at what in the everloving heck just made that sound.
Hopefully this is the last turn he has to do this.
I wrote a lot, then an extremely belligerent defense attorney came in and that was an experience... it was lost when I opened my phone again
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Just... Dear God
>>106346
I'm expecting, like, a 3 paragraph description of the creature, with at least six lines of text each.
Also, that defense attorney can go fuck right off. I never expected those guys to be such douches.
I'm expecting, like, a 3 paragraph description of the creature, with at least six lines of text each.
Also, that defense attorney can go fuck right off. I never expected those guys to be such douches.
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>>106347
>three paragraph description of the creature
>description of the creature
>the creature
You’re adorable
another fun thing came up, this time involving a guy who somehow managed to get as far as a completion of a pretrial diversion on a criminal case before it was noticed that he gave a different person’s name when he was arrested
>three paragraph description of the creature
>description of the creature
>the creature
You’re adorable
another fun thing came up, this time involving a guy who somehow managed to get as far as a completion of a pretrial diversion on a criminal case before it was noticed that he gave a different person’s name when he was arrested
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[1d20+9 = 22]
>>106337
Anyways, might as well roll for Silver's next attack for when Starry boi comes back.
"Это один вниз." Silver works the sweet instrument in his hooves, and fires a shot at the other wolf skeleton.
>>106337
Anyways, might as well roll for Silver's next attack for when Starry boi comes back.
"Это один вниз." Silver works the sweet instrument in his hooves, and fires a shot at the other wolf skeleton.
>>106343
Iron’s eyes rest upon the three big black rocks of the cave entrance, covered with snow, and illuminated by a strobing blue light. Snow, coming in thick and sideways, rising away from the entrance in flurries like dust stirred by a wind. Iron can see noting but blackness coming from the entrance itself.
The formerly blood red skies above are covered in clouds, which stretch high into the stratosphere as great cumulonimbi. Lightning jumps between clouds in a near constant stream, bathing the jungle in flashing blue light. Iron might feel as if he were inside of a Tesla coil - a child’s plaything - if the globe of a Tesla coil engulfed the whole world, from horizon to horizon.
The whole scene is distorted as if by static by layers of snow that land on the palm trees and rubber plants, which shake off the snow with their reverberations in the wind, only to be covered again. Thus the whole juggle appears as s strange blur of constantly moving and flashing green, blue, and white.
Iron’s eyes rest upon the three big black rocks of the cave entrance, covered with snow, and illuminated by a strobing blue light. Snow, coming in thick and sideways, rising away from the entrance in flurries like dust stirred by a wind. Iron can see noting but blackness coming from the entrance itself.
The formerly blood red skies above are covered in clouds, which stretch high into the stratosphere as great cumulonimbi. Lightning jumps between clouds in a near constant stream, bathing the jungle in flashing blue light. Iron might feel as if he were inside of a Tesla coil - a child’s plaything - if the globe of a Tesla coil engulfed the whole world, from horizon to horizon.
The whole scene is distorted as if by static by layers of snow that land on the palm trees and rubber plants, which shake off the snow with their reverberations in the wind, only to be covered again. Thus the whole juggle appears as s strange blur of constantly moving and flashing green, blue, and white.
>>106355
Oh gee golly, so the actual danger is still freezing.
Dangit I thought the windigos were a trick to distract Iron and make her escape.
I hope you don't mind I assume the pot collecting is done.
Iron can't help but feel a sense of pure dread encapsulate his whole being from the scene, making him shiver far more than the cold could ever achieve.
Making sure to fasten the last of the pots on his person, he looks to Cauldron.
"Where should we go now?"
Oh gee golly, so the actual danger is still freezing.
Dangit I thought the windigos were a trick to distract Iron and make her escape.
I hope you don't mind I assume the pot collecting is done.
Iron can't help but feel a sense of pure dread encapsulate his whole being from the scene, making him shiver far more than the cold could ever achieve.
Making sure to fasten the last of the pots on his person, he looks to Cauldron.
"Where should we go now?"
>>106356
“I... don’t know”
Lightning flashes, wind, and snow. Black Cauldron’s blacker stripes are increasingly hidden under snow that rests upon her body
“I... don’t know”
Lightning flashes, wind, and snow. Black Cauldron’s blacker stripes are increasingly hidden under snow that rests upon her body
>>106357
Iron shrugs.
"I know where."
He grabs Cauldron by the hoof in case they get lost somehow in the snow.
"We are getting out of here!"
With that, he runs out in a straight line at a not so fast 60 feet per turn.
(As long as we do not run in circles, we should be fine. I hope I do not get a cold from this.)
Yes. I have sinned. The hoofholding out of wedlock was absolutely necessary.
Iron shrugs.
"I know where."
He grabs Cauldron by the hoof in case they get lost somehow in the snow.
"We are getting out of here!"
With that, he runs out in a straight line at a not so fast 60 feet per turn.
(As long as we do not run in circles, we should be fine. I hope I do not get a cold from this.)
Yes. I have sinned. The hoofholding out of wedlock was absolutely necessary.
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I'm dying from all the suspense of the mist is giving me.
Does Pear know what's going on? Why is she trying to be a priestess of death? Will she survive and live on as its new vessel or succumb to death?
What about the PC/Honorary PC NPC duo. Will they make it well? Suffer from some sort of affliction? Be plagued by thoughts of pure destruction and the killing of everypony they don't care about?
A player's mind can spawn a lot of ideas when in this sort of panicky state.
Does Pear know what's going on? Why is she trying to be a priestess of death? Will she survive and live on as its new vessel or succumb to death?
What about the PC/Honorary PC NPC duo. Will they make it well? Suffer from some sort of affliction? Be plagued by thoughts of pure destruction and the killing of everypony they don't care about?
A player's mind can spawn a lot of ideas when in this sort of panicky state.
Okay, I am out of work now I had to stay late in a futile attempt to complete some research
>>106354
It cracks a pair of ribs, but it is not dead
>>106354
It cracks a pair of ribs, but it is not dead
>>106358
And the overladen Iron tries to make his way through the end of the outcropping, and into the forest, he is battered by a piercing cold wind that howls like the hounds of hell. The pots jingle like coins in a pocket, and both sounds compete with the thunder, which sounds like a drum beat, each new blast coming in long before the last has concluded. The almost suffocating humidity of the junbgle air has been replaced by a cold dryness that makes it difficult for Iron to keep his eyes open.
The two trod into the edges of the forest. Walking through the rainforest is risky under the best of circumstances. Diseases and, animals, and monsters hide under its thick, tall canopy, and the jungles swallow up many travelers and adventurers each year. While these edges are illuminated by the strobes of lightning, Iron and cauldron go in further to a realm of darkness, dark even in daytime. The drum beat of thunder shakes the lower foliage, even that which is sheltered from some of the winds by the thick canopy. Snow trickles down, stopped by the canopy,but shaken off as the trees shake in the wind. Lightning hits trees, and some fall to the ground from the winds.
And the overladen Iron tries to make his way through the end of the outcropping, and into the forest, he is battered by a piercing cold wind that howls like the hounds of hell. The pots jingle like coins in a pocket, and both sounds compete with the thunder, which sounds like a drum beat, each new blast coming in long before the last has concluded. The almost suffocating humidity of the junbgle air has been replaced by a cold dryness that makes it difficult for Iron to keep his eyes open.
The two trod into the edges of the forest. Walking through the rainforest is risky under the best of circumstances. Diseases and, animals, and monsters hide under its thick, tall canopy, and the jungles swallow up many travelers and adventurers each year. While these edges are illuminated by the strobes of lightning, Iron and cauldron go in further to a realm of darkness, dark even in daytime. The drum beat of thunder shakes the lower foliage, even that which is sheltered from some of the winds by the thick canopy. Snow trickles down, stopped by the canopy,but shaken off as the trees shake in the wind. Lightning hits trees, and some fall to the ground from the winds.
>>106362
"I wonder if Curwhinny could have predicted how advanced firearms would become, when he first made these undead." Silver pulls the bolt back on the empty rifle, lines a new clip up, and pushes the new rounds into the rifle.
"I wonder if Curwhinny could have predicted how advanced firearms would become, when he first made these undead." Silver pulls the bolt back on the empty rifle, lines a new clip up, and pushes the new rounds into the rifle.
>>106363
Iron ponders his options, turning to Cauldron.
"Do you have a magic thing to start fires or something to at least light the way forward?"
Unless flashlight machine broke,
of course.
Iron ponders his options, turning to Cauldron.
"Do you have a magic thing to start fires or something to at least light the way forward?"
Unless flashlight machine broke,
of course.
>>106366
Iron can't help but widen his eyes at the imposing sound.
"Definitely going away from that noise!"
He starts the run again while hoofholding Cauldron along.
Iron can't help but widen his eyes at the imposing sound.
"Definitely going away from that noise!"
He starts the run again while hoofholding Cauldron along.
>>106367
It’s an awkward run. Iron is weighed down by the massive pots, considerably slowing him. Plants and bushes get in the way, as do dead trees. Iron almost stumbles over a dead dear, bleeding from its eyes
It’s an awkward run. Iron is weighed down by the massive pots, considerably slowing him. Plants and bushes get in the way, as do dead trees. Iron almost stumbles over a dead dear, bleeding from its eyes
>>106368
As expected.
Iron's sense of dread intensifies over the dead bear whose eyes are bleeding while he tries to run away from it.
(What is going on?!)
"Cauldron, close your eyes! I'll guide us through!"
As expected.
Iron's sense of dread intensifies over the dead bear whose eyes are bleeding while he tries to run away from it.
(What is going on?!)
"Cauldron, close your eyes! I'll guide us through!"
[1d20 = 13]
[1d20 = 7]
[1d20 = 8]
>>106370
>Three luck rolls
Holy shiet. It's like you're asking for disaster.
Wish me luck.
[1d20 = 7]
[1d20 = 8]
>>106370
>Three luck rolls
Holy shiet. It's like you're asking for disaster.
Wish me luck.
>>106371
Iron trudges up the side of the hill as lightning crashes down around him. From behind, he hears something. Something big. If he were a bit more familiar with the scene, it could be compared to a steam freight train at full speed, charging towards them. Iron crests the top of the hill, and sees through the canopy the lake guarded by the Wirraway. Beyond it is a hill, and the River
Iron trudges up the side of the hill as lightning crashes down around him. From behind, he hears something. Something big. If he were a bit more familiar with the scene, it could be compared to a steam freight train at full speed, charging towards them. Iron crests the top of the hill, and sees through the canopy the lake guarded by the Wirraway. Beyond it is a hill, and the River
>>106375
"И закончил!" Silver lowers his rifle. As far as he knows, those were the last undead within the catacombs, aside from Curwhinny, sealed away in his sarcophagus.
"И закончил!" Silver lowers his rifle. As far as he knows, those were the last undead within the catacombs, aside from Curwhinny, sealed away in his sarcophagus.
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