This week, in "Occupied Equestria":
Wondering through through the Changeling lands at night on the road between Bales and Whinnyapolis, Onyx, Brie, and Spark have stumbled upon a set of farm ponies trying to hide their cattle in the forest, away from their changeling occupiers. While rescuing a cow, Onyx and Brie have taken heavy damage, and so they followed them to the cabin of a local woodspony. But they found the woodspony and a farmer replaced by changelings, and after a skirmish are alone and wounded in the cabin in the woods.
Over in Baltimare, Dark Star has decided to give up his life as Dark Star, the Earth Pony farm colt, to become Tyrel Jackson, or "Gold Chains," a zebra and aspiring rap artist. Through the magic of Valmorification, it is possible. Iron is freaking out after possibly having received a message from God herself. That, and his usual social awkwardness. Silver is cashing out on a long standing set of projects, and is readying himself for the next phase
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>>109473
Iron glances at her then back at Silver.
(If she doesn't believe it, then she won't ask about it. I see this as an absolute win.)
>>109474
>>109475
...crap. I knew this was going to happen. Time to put my improv hat on.
Iron looks pensively.
"I admit I have not listened to the word of the elders, so mine may be inaccurate."
He lightly scratches the table, trying to remember.
"If I am not mistaken, my tribe was founded by Hoof, an Earth Pony unhappy with the unification of the Three Tribes and rounded up like-minded ponies off into creating a settlement. I am not sure why exactly he did it or if it was even true. Some spread the rumor he was merely taking advantage of the dissent to try and create his own tribe."
He shakes his head.
"Anyways, he led them to a safe spot to start anew and went from there. From then on it was the usual: Forage, train, explore and return with the spoils. Mares are not able to go out of the tribe, being pushed into more indispensable jobs like pottery and healing instead of being fighters, since their dexterity is better, or so said Hoof and his friends say. So far they are not wrong."
He snickers.
"I remember my mother always having some sugarcane to bite on after a training session. It was like she had in her mane or something."
Clearing his throat a bit to return to serious mode, he continues.
"While my fighting style relies on hooves, fellow tribesmen do use some war tools like spears and clubs. Some special ones even get what they call a 'quarter-staff', no idea what that means. It looks like a smooth, long stick to bonk ponies on their heads. Seems only elders' colts get to use them, unless they show exceptional 'skill and discipline' or some spiel like that."
He rolls his eyes over it, before proceeding.
"I think I have already told you Star, but I am in the third phase of the cycle: Exploring and mastering this concrete jungle to reach stallionhood. Previous colts back when it was a group of ponies only needed to explore into the Three Tribes, but recently they have set the far more 'advanced' tribe of... Equestria, I think, as the new place to mature."
He looks at the interested duo.
"Was that good enough?"
Iron glances at her then back at Silver.
(If she doesn't believe it, then she won't ask about it. I see this as an absolute win.)
>>109474
>>109475
...crap. I knew this was going to happen. Time to put my improv hat on.
Iron looks pensively.
"I admit I have not listened to the word of the elders, so mine may be inaccurate."
He lightly scratches the table, trying to remember.
"If I am not mistaken, my tribe was founded by Hoof, an Earth Pony unhappy with the unification of the Three Tribes and rounded up like-minded ponies off into creating a settlement. I am not sure why exactly he did it or if it was even true. Some spread the rumor he was merely taking advantage of the dissent to try and create his own tribe."
He shakes his head.
"Anyways, he led them to a safe spot to start anew and went from there. From then on it was the usual: Forage, train, explore and return with the spoils. Mares are not able to go out of the tribe, being pushed into more indispensable jobs like pottery and healing instead of being fighters, since their dexterity is better, or so said Hoof and his friends say. So far they are not wrong."
He snickers.
"I remember my mother always having some sugarcane to bite on after a training session. It was like she had in her mane or something."
Clearing his throat a bit to return to serious mode, he continues.
"While my fighting style relies on hooves, fellow tribesmen do use some war tools like spears and clubs. Some special ones even get what they call a 'quarter-staff', no idea what that means. It looks like a smooth, long stick to bonk ponies on their heads. Seems only elders' colts get to use them, unless they show exceptional 'skill and discipline' or some spiel like that."
He rolls his eyes over it, before proceeding.
"I think I have already told you Star, but I am in the third phase of the cycle: Exploring and mastering this concrete jungle to reach stallionhood. Previous colts back when it was a group of ponies only needed to explore into the Three Tribes, but recently they have set the far more 'advanced' tribe of... Equestria, I think, as the new place to mature."
He looks at the interested duo.
"Was that good enough?"
>>109477
He Laughs at the sugar cane in the hair bit
"What is your Mother and Father Like?"
"Yea i Remember you telling me that, it seems like a Interesting tradition,do all young stallions from your tribe do this?"
He Laughs at the sugar cane in the hair bit
"What is your Mother and Father Like?"
"Yea i Remember you telling me that, it seems like a Interesting tradition,do all young stallions from your tribe do this?"
>>109478
Iron raises an eyebrow.
(Is he trying to know the feeling of parental love, maybe?)
But relents, thinking he'll be satisfied with hearing it.
"Mother was quite nice. She always coddled me, my brother and my sister with all sorts of little snacks. Good cook, too, but not at the level I have recently experienced. She mainly focused on teaching my sister the arts of healing, from putting some sticky thing on wounds to preparing them."
He can't help but crack a smile.
"It felt nice when they placed it on mine. I guess it was Earth Pony magic."
A little pause, looking a bit more confused.
"My father was... strange, as some of the tribesstallions said. He was cheery, yet considered as a feared stallion worthy to take down an entire group of 20 ponies, enduring every single blow they threw at him. His maturity travels were said to have been the longest any stallion has even been, and it shows from how he speaks to how fancy his spear looked."
He places his hoof under his head and looked at the ceiling in thought.
"He always encouraged me to take walks in the jungle, often ending in me poking, seeing and tasting most things, even though I did not know what most of the stuff was."
He snickered.
"I even ate some weird looking mushroom that made me see all sorts of colors. My father had to take me back home after that because I was acting aloof. I bet he knew what it was and did not stop me, the rascal."
He chuckles, but turns a bit serious.
"He was also quite scary when he got upset."
>>109481
>>109478
"The idea is simple: Learn to master the outside and bring back all your newly belongings back to the tribe. The more you bring, the greater you will be revered. Of course it would be shared amongst fellow tribesponies out of virtue, but you can take it all for yourself if you had big plans of any kind."
He nods.
"And yes, all colts who enter the age of close-to-stallionhood have to do it, or else be treated like a colt until you do. Worst case scenario, the pony stubborn enough could be forcefully expelled into it."
Iron raises an eyebrow.
(Is he trying to know the feeling of parental love, maybe?)
But relents, thinking he'll be satisfied with hearing it.
"Mother was quite nice. She always coddled me, my brother and my sister with all sorts of little snacks. Good cook, too, but not at the level I have recently experienced. She mainly focused on teaching my sister the arts of healing, from putting some sticky thing on wounds to preparing them."
He can't help but crack a smile.
"It felt nice when they placed it on mine. I guess it was Earth Pony magic."
A little pause, looking a bit more confused.
"My father was... strange, as some of the tribesstallions said. He was cheery, yet considered as a feared stallion worthy to take down an entire group of 20 ponies, enduring every single blow they threw at him. His maturity travels were said to have been the longest any stallion has even been, and it shows from how he speaks to how fancy his spear looked."
He places his hoof under his head and looked at the ceiling in thought.
"He always encouraged me to take walks in the jungle, often ending in me poking, seeing and tasting most things, even though I did not know what most of the stuff was."
He snickered.
"I even ate some weird looking mushroom that made me see all sorts of colors. My father had to take me back home after that because I was acting aloof. I bet he knew what it was and did not stop me, the rascal."
He chuckles, but turns a bit serious.
"He was also quite scary when he got upset."
>>109481
>>109478
"The idea is simple: Learn to master the outside and bring back all your newly belongings back to the tribe. The more you bring, the greater you will be revered. Of course it would be shared amongst fellow tribesponies out of virtue, but you can take it all for yourself if you had big plans of any kind."
He nods.
"And yes, all colts who enter the age of close-to-stallionhood have to do it, or else be treated like a colt until you do. Worst case scenario, the pony stubborn enough could be forcefully expelled into it."
>>109477
She raises an eyebrow and looks as if she is about to say something, but ultimately says nothing
She raises an eyebrow and looks as if she is about to say something, but ultimately says nothing
>>109483
Iron, somewhat curious she didn't simply say it, decides to press her for it.
"Is something wrong, Skies?"
Iron, somewhat curious she didn't simply say it, decides to press her for it.
"Is something wrong, Skies?"
>>109482
Silver looks him up and down. "You do not seem close to stallionhood to me. You seem like full-grown stallion who is almost as big as I am."
Silver looks him up and down. "You do not seem close to stallionhood to me. You seem like full-grown stallion who is almost as big as I am."
>>109484
So Iron has been parading himself as a “native,” acting as if he’s from some tribe right out of the Amazon Rainforest, and now you want to claim that Iron actually is not and never has been a Native, nor does his culture have anything at all to do with any natives: it is instead a set of Equestrian ponies that separated from the Equestrians after the Equestrians immigrated south. More like Husserites and Mennonites than Comanche Indians. Like, the whole point of having natives in the setting was to show that actually, no, the land that is Equestria was not completely uninhabited before the the United Tribes came in, but was preceded by earlier waves of Earth Ponies in that area. Also, if it’s an Equestrian culture, then why the vast cultural differences between Iron and Equestria? The Amish are a European culture that split off from Germany and who reject a decent portion of modern civilization, but they behave more like other Europeans than do any of the American Indians...
But it doesn’t really matter. Dark Star, Silver, and to a lesser extent even Ash have done some equally possibly devious world building, but I haven’t said anything because a character’s background belongs to the player.
So Iron has been parading himself as a “native,” acting as if he’s from some tribe right out of the Amazon Rainforest, and now you want to claim that Iron actually is not and never has been a Native, nor does his culture have anything at all to do with any natives: it is instead a set of Equestrian ponies that separated from the Equestrians after the Equestrians immigrated south. More like Husserites and Mennonites than Comanche Indians. Like, the whole point of having natives in the setting was to show that actually, no, the land that is Equestria was not completely uninhabited before the the United Tribes came in, but was preceded by earlier waves of Earth Ponies in that area. Also, if it’s an Equestrian culture, then why the vast cultural differences between Iron and Equestria? The Amish are a European culture that split off from Germany and who reject a decent portion of modern civilization, but they behave more like other Europeans than do any of the American Indians...
But it doesn’t really matter. Dark Star, Silver, and to a lesser extent even Ash have done some equally possibly devious world building, but I haven’t said anything because a character’s background belongs to the player.
>>109485
Iron snickers.
"I appreciate your compliment, but I am merely 19 years old."
Cue shock and awe.
Iron snickers.
"I appreciate your compliment, but I am merely 19 years old."
Cue shock and awe.
>>109486
Aw, fuck. Well, that's what I get for trying to build on previously established concepts without fully understanding them. I thought they were a big native tribe composed.
Aw, fuck. Well, that's what I get for trying to build on previously established concepts without fully understanding them. I thought they were a big native tribe composed.
>>109480
He Smiles
"You're Beautiful."
>>109482
"My Mom was the Same way. She often tried to stop my brother and i from fighting when i was a colt."
He Smiles a Bittersweet Smile.
"You Dad Sounds Like an interesting Stallion to say the least. A Mushroom that made you see colors? I've had experiences with them myself.
I Found a Patch of them on a remote part of the property i grew up on. The Trees Grew Faces and started talking to me. then i felt like i was falling and i saw a bunch of weird shapes and Vivid Colors."
>>109482
"Very Interesting Indeed."
He Smiles
"You're Beautiful."
>>109482
"My Mom was the Same way. She often tried to stop my brother and i from fighting when i was a colt."
He Smiles a Bittersweet Smile.
"You Dad Sounds Like an interesting Stallion to say the least. A Mushroom that made you see colors? I've had experiences with them myself.
I Found a Patch of them on a remote part of the property i grew up on. The Trees Grew Faces and started talking to me. then i felt like i was falling and i saw a bunch of weird shapes and Vivid Colors."
>>109482
"Very Interesting Indeed."
>>109489
Iron looked at him strangely.
"Our father practically encouraged me and my brother to hooffight between ourselves to deal with our issues, except my sister of course."
He looks iffy, knowing how bad he felt after the 'trip'
>>109490
The reverse jailbait.
Iron blinks.
"Eh, I do not feel fully grown yet. Otherwise, I would not even be here."
>>109486
>>109488
Chalk it up to bad narrator in this case, if you point it out, he'll probably correct himself.
Iron looked at him strangely.
"Our father practically encouraged me and my brother to hooffight between ourselves to deal with our issues, except my sister of course."
He looks iffy, knowing how bad he felt after the 'trip'
>>109490
The reverse jailbait.
Iron blinks.
"Eh, I do not feel fully grown yet. Otherwise, I would not even be here."
>>109486
>>109488
Chalk it up to bad narrator in this case, if you point it out, he'll probably correct himself.
>>109489
“D’aww, thanks....” her expression changes a little
“You should..... probably not war random mushrooms off the ground”
“D’aww, thanks....” her expression changes a little
“You should..... probably not war random mushrooms off the ground”
>>109496
"You're welcome."
He Smiles
Then he chuckles at the mushroom comment
"Yea, I Learned that the hard way...I Did go Back to that patch a couple times though."
"You're welcome."
He Smiles
Then he chuckles at the mushroom comment
"Yea, I Learned that the hard way...I Did go Back to that patch a couple times though."
>>109497
She just blinks, and sits upright in her seat
>>109487
All at once, she both finds it hard to believe, yet acknowledges that that really would explain a lot
>>109488
Nah it’s fine.... as I said I try to give players leeway to make their characters and I’ve seen equally objectionable things from Silver and Dark Star
She just blinks, and sits upright in her seat
>>109487
All at once, she both finds it hard to believe, yet acknowledges that that really would explain a lot
>>109488
Nah it’s fine.... as I said I try to give players leeway to make their characters and I’ve seen equally objectionable things from Silver and Dark Star
>>109494
Iron looks at his forelegs.
"I guess I do not look like a colt, I suppose. I thought stallionhood was at the 20 year-mark at the least, so that was why I was confused at your comment."
>>109495
Iron chuckled.
"Honestly, my mom grew to tolerate it after a while. I think she liked being there for us and healing us up."
But he does turn slightly iffier.
"Yeah... my mom got so worried."
>>109499
Too late!
A tiny spark crossed his mind as he now understands Skies' curiousness.
"Oh wait! I knew something was off. It was not the Three Tribes or unifications. I just happened to hear about it somewhere and mixed it up badly."
He coughs again, entering into story-time again.
"I think it was more of a sibling rivarly between Hoof and his brother, Buck. Both were candidates for being chieftain, but Buck won out, leaving Hoof bitter so he took off with some of his friends, his wife, his foals and some dissenters who did not like Buck's overreliance on arrows, feeling the tools were too powerful against nature to deal with."
He watches her mull in thought.
(I wonder if she will give sugarcanes now because I said that.)
He chuckles.
('Not a chance', she would say most likely.)
Iron looks at his forelegs.
"I guess I do not look like a colt, I suppose. I thought stallionhood was at the 20 year-mark at the least, so that was why I was confused at your comment."
>>109495
Iron chuckled.
"Honestly, my mom grew to tolerate it after a while. I think she liked being there for us and healing us up."
But he does turn slightly iffier.
"Yeah... my mom got so worried."
>>109499
Too late!
A tiny spark crossed his mind as he now understands Skies' curiousness.
"Oh wait! I knew something was off. It was not the Three Tribes or unifications. I just happened to hear about it somewhere and mixed it up badly."
He coughs again, entering into story-time again.
"I think it was more of a sibling rivarly between Hoof and his brother, Buck. Both were candidates for being chieftain, but Buck won out, leaving Hoof bitter so he took off with some of his friends, his wife, his foals and some dissenters who did not like Buck's overreliance on arrows, feeling the tools were too powerful against nature to deal with."
He watches her mull in thought.
(I wonder if she will give sugarcanes now because I said that.)
He chuckles.
('Not a chance', she would say most likely.)
>>109501
Iron pokes one foreleg with his hoof.
"I understand, since you look somewhat like me with some more years on you, judging by the scars you have."
>>109502
Iron extends one side of his lips, a bit against Star's actions.
"Eh, you should have told her. It is no good to keep secrets with family. They are the ones whom you should trust most."
Iron pokes one foreleg with his hoof.
"I understand, since you look somewhat like me with some more years on you, judging by the scars you have."
>>109502
Iron extends one side of his lips, a bit against Star's actions.
"Eh, you should have told her. It is no good to keep secrets with family. They are the ones whom you should trust most."
>>109502
She turns her head away, shakes it slightly, and says in a very soft voice
"Earth Ponies... eating stuff off the ground when they know it makes them sick, and always looking to get beat up"
She turns her head away, shakes it slightly, and says in a very soft voice
"Earth Ponies... eating stuff off the ground when they know it makes them sick, and always looking to get beat up"
>>109505
>>109502
Iron smiles excitedly, placing one hoof on the table and the other raised.
"Oh! That is me! I am that pony!"
>>109506
He returns to original position, chuckling for his outburst.
"I told you. I am not a stallion yet. My coat only has..."
He peeks around his coat, moving away the hairs to try and find any.
"...I cannot see any of them."
>>109502
Iron smiles excitedly, placing one hoof on the table and the other raised.
"Oh! That is me! I am that pony!"
>>109506
He returns to original position, chuckling for his outburst.
"I told you. I am not a stallion yet. My coat only has..."
He peeks around his coat, moving away the hairs to try and find any.
"...I cannot see any of them."
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The floof pony meanwhile sits there awkwardly, not really knowing what to talk about.
>>109499
This is still bothering the hell out of me.
>>109499
This is still bothering the hell out of me.
>>109517
Iron decides to do the most sensible thing in this situation:
He boops Silver's snoot! The devilish fiend!
Iron decides to do the most sensible thing in this situation:
He boops Silver's snoot! The devilish fiend!
>>109522
"Well, bored might be one way to put it." Silver leans back in his chair. "I suppose I simply have nothing really to do at moment, and it is making me little restless. I would drink some more, but if we are going to recon then it is good idea that I have clear head." He thinks back to the drinks he's already had. "Well, mostly clear head."
"Well, bored might be one way to put it." Silver leans back in his chair. "I suppose I simply have nothing really to do at moment, and it is making me little restless. I would drink some more, but if we are going to recon then it is good idea that I have clear head." He thinks back to the drinks he's already had. "Well, mostly clear head."
Okay, I should definitely write out the last part of the dossier... but damn it’s hard to find motivation
>>109521
Do you really want to know?
>>109521
Do you really want to know?
>>109523
Iron nods, returning to his original stance.
"Perhaps we can play some sort of game?"
He looks at the others, unsure of what kind of game adults like them play.
(I hope it is tag. I like tag.)
>>109524
Psst. How much time Iron has left? I don't want him overextending his bounds and missing the deadline.
And I know that feeling, man.
Iron nods, returning to his original stance.
"Perhaps we can play some sort of game?"
He looks at the others, unsure of what kind of game adults like them play.
(I hope it is tag. I like tag.)
>>109524
Psst. How much time Iron has left? I don't want him overextending his bounds and missing the deadline.
And I know that feeling, man.
>>109528
"I have not played any game in...well, it has been long while. You would probably know better than I would."
"I have not played any game in...well, it has been long while. You would probably know better than I would."
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