Up in the North, the ponies have successfully found who, or rather, what was damaging the mine. But their quest is not over, as they go to look for the source of the trouble. In Baltimare, Iron, Silver, and Dark Star enjoy the fruits of defeating the cultists, while Midnight herds the remaining rescues.
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>>127463
Humming softly, Iron pokes the bronze device, wondering what he should do to get it to send food over here.
Humming softly, Iron pokes the bronze device, wondering what he should do to get it to send food over here.
>>127465
"Hm..." Iron proceeds to poke it again in a different spot, wondering if it'll change anything.
"Hm..." Iron proceeds to poke it again in a different spot, wondering if it'll change anything.
>>127466
He pokes a wheel, which spins slightly, before coming back into place
"Iron. What are you doing?"
He pokes a wheel, which spins slightly, before coming back into place
"Iron. What are you doing?"
Sensko has some interesting art regarding traditional or ancient ways ponies would have fought. Does this fit into the Nimbusia canon?
>>127467
"Ooh," he lets out in wonder, fixated on the wheel before his ear flickers at Sands' question, turning his head. "Oh, I wanted to get something to eat before we head out to the Watering Hole," he responds before looking at the magic device "but the bronze object is not doing anything."
"Ooh," he lets out in wonder, fixated on the wheel before his ear flickers at Sands' question, turning his head. "Oh, I wanted to get something to eat before we head out to the Watering Hole," he responds before looking at the magic device "but the bronze object is not doing anything."
>>127470
Iron pokes the magic device some more, content with the quirky sounds and movements it does for a bit before his stomach grumbles. "...please do," he asks.
Iron pokes the magic device some more, content with the quirky sounds and movements it does for a bit before his stomach grumbles. "...please do," he asks.
>>127471
Gold-diggers (in this case love-diggers) having to put up with a retard is always a great comedy dynamic
Gold-diggers (in this case love-diggers) having to put up with a retard is always a great comedy dynamic
>>127426
"I do not know what you heard. I only know what I experienced.
After the communists invaded, they installed a puppet government. Though we were sad not to have pushed the griffins off our fraternal tribes’ homelands, we were grateful they left us free, and did not annex and colonize us as with Skynavia. It was a government of communist ponies. Some learned in university. Most only knew slogans, and basics. But hey had this idea of ordering society to 'science,' as we would learn later. For the first year, communism did not seem so bad, as little changed from how we had lived for centuries. Our farms were already collectives, owned by the village. The factories - scarce as they were - were big, and no one noticed the change in management. Everyone already had their own role. Our village council was renamed a ‘soviet’ to be in solidarity with foreign communists. When I finished my apprenticeship, I would make clothes and gaktis for others in my village. I learned from our tailor, and from my grandmother. I would make things for others in the village, sometimes for money, sometimes for payment in kind, and sometimes for free. I would venture into town to sell my wares. I lived with my family. All of this was in the first year of Communism.
Then the forced industrialization started. A government stallion came to our home and said that I should move to Frostbell to work in the factory there. I did not want to leave my family. He said he would come back in a week. My family encouraged me to go, saying there would be more pay, and so I agreed to go. I cannot tell you if I was free to tell him 'no.' So I moved to Frostbell, into a small apartment that was inhabited by several other young workers. And I worked in the textile factory there. As a tailor, even as an apprentice, I had some creative freedom to design things how I liked. And even when I was following specific orders, at least there was change. No such freedom in the factory, no such variety. The same few stitches on mostly bland clothing. Only three different positions in the time I was there. The managers changed things in the factory. Working hours, sometimes our positions... They implored for more production. I do not think they ever knew what was happening on the factory floor. Still, I took the pay, and every single weekend I rode the several hours back to my home, to see my grandparents and my home.
Then I learned of the war on the traditions. Most of the northern tribes made the Gakti. You would not want to be naked in the cold if you were working outside, and our garbs were used for ceremonies, and for special occasions. And each tribe had a different garb. Some had three yellow bands around the neck, some had curls, some had pewter sewn in. And the tribes, though united, were different. A Cubrian was not a Skynavian, nor was Northern Tribe’s pony from Frostbell the same as from Everfrost. Even as we all knew we northern ponies were very different from the ponies in the Riverlands, and more different still from the ponies of Equestria. All of this contrasted against the Griffins further south. This very idea of difference and diversity was the target of policies by the central government.
Fourteen months or so into the Communist puppet government, they said we needed to eliminate distinctions of tribal identity and nationality, and express solidarity with workers across the world. And to that end, they banned the Gakti. It took only a week for them to change their minds. Some griffin in New Skynavia must have decided differently, because they lifted the ban six days later. But now, the clothing was the same everywhere, for every tribe. More… plain, with only the colors of the flag. Only wool like what the griffins wear, no more leather. And of course, it looked more like the clothing of the griffin empire, and that became more common. The Gakti is just what I know best. They did this to music, to festivals, too. I know of a couple in my town who hired a musician for their wedding, who told them that he could only play songs approved by law, and that this list included certain traditional griffin songs, but did not include the most famous songs of our tribe. That is not the whole of it. Our village council was dissolved, and our village was ruled by a local pony chosen from Everfrost. Now, they enforced the laws."
[Read more] "I do not know what you heard. I only know what I experienced.
After the communists invaded, they installed a puppet government. Though we were sad not to have pushed the griffins off our fraternal tribes’ homelands, we were grateful they left us free, and did not annex and colonize us as with Skynavia. It was a government of communist ponies. Some learned in university. Most only knew slogans, and basics. But hey had this idea of ordering society to 'science,' as we would learn later. For the first year, communism did not seem so bad, as little changed from how we had lived for centuries. Our farms were already collectives, owned by the village. The factories - scarce as they were - were big, and no one noticed the change in management. Everyone already had their own role. Our village council was renamed a ‘soviet’ to be in solidarity with foreign communists. When I finished my apprenticeship, I would make clothes and gaktis for others in my village. I learned from our tailor, and from my grandmother. I would make things for others in the village, sometimes for money, sometimes for payment in kind, and sometimes for free. I would venture into town to sell my wares. I lived with my family. All of this was in the first year of Communism.
Then the forced industrialization started. A government stallion came to our home and said that I should move to Frostbell to work in the factory there. I did not want to leave my family. He said he would come back in a week. My family encouraged me to go, saying there would be more pay, and so I agreed to go. I cannot tell you if I was free to tell him 'no.' So I moved to Frostbell, into a small apartment that was inhabited by several other young workers. And I worked in the textile factory there. As a tailor, even as an apprentice, I had some creative freedom to design things how I liked. And even when I was following specific orders, at least there was change. No such freedom in the factory, no such variety. The same few stitches on mostly bland clothing. Only three different positions in the time I was there. The managers changed things in the factory. Working hours, sometimes our positions... They implored for more production. I do not think they ever knew what was happening on the factory floor. Still, I took the pay, and every single weekend I rode the several hours back to my home, to see my grandparents and my home.
Then I learned of the war on the traditions. Most of the northern tribes made the Gakti. You would not want to be naked in the cold if you were working outside, and our garbs were used for ceremonies, and for special occasions. And each tribe had a different garb. Some had three yellow bands around the neck, some had curls, some had pewter sewn in. And the tribes, though united, were different. A Cubrian was not a Skynavian, nor was Northern Tribe’s pony from Frostbell the same as from Everfrost. Even as we all knew we northern ponies were very different from the ponies in the Riverlands, and more different still from the ponies of Equestria. All of this contrasted against the Griffins further south. This very idea of difference and diversity was the target of policies by the central government.
Fourteen months or so into the Communist puppet government, they said we needed to eliminate distinctions of tribal identity and nationality, and express solidarity with workers across the world. And to that end, they banned the Gakti. It took only a week for them to change their minds. Some griffin in New Skynavia must have decided differently, because they lifted the ban six days later. But now, the clothing was the same everywhere, for every tribe. More… plain, with only the colors of the flag. Only wool like what the griffins wear, no more leather. And of course, it looked more like the clothing of the griffin empire, and that became more common. The Gakti is just what I know best. They did this to music, to festivals, too. I know of a couple in my town who hired a musician for their wedding, who told them that he could only play songs approved by law, and that this list included certain traditional griffin songs, but did not include the most famous songs of our tribe. That is not the whole of it. Our village council was dissolved, and our village was ruled by a local pony chosen from Everfrost. Now, they enforced the laws."
>>127426
>>127476
"Sixteen months into the regime, they made a law that you could not buy or sell outside of approved channels. This was the law that affected me the most personally. While the money I made at the factory was more than I could at the village, prices were higher, and I wanted to send more money back to my family. So I started crafting items in my own time. At first, I was just repairing clothing for friends and coworkers. Then embroidery of small emblems. I did these for free. But then I started accepting payment. It was a way of expressing creativity I often could not in the factory. But more than this, it was a way of preserving our traditional garb. There were those from our village who wanted our three rings of yellow on their clothing where it could be hidden by a scarf. Then there were those from other tribes, who wanted their own designs in clothing they would only ever wear in private. And then I got caught. It was nothing especially bad. Only a large fine. But the fine was large enough that I did not send anything home for two weeks and lost my savings.
I did not make anything outside of my work for two months. Then I started it up again. This lasted six weeks, until I was caught again. I do not know who sold me out. The first time I assumed that somepony I sold something to was caught by police and told them I made their clothing. Almost inevitable, really, and nothing blameworthy. After the second time, I must wonder if there was an informant. But… In this time, they took “resistance to collectivization” more seriously. That I was also resisting monoculturalization only made my case worse in their eyes. And I was arrested…”
She looks down, and then away for a moment. When she looks back to Siler, she has some tears in her eyes.
“I thought I would never get out of there. But they did release me. And I knew then I would have to make the hardest choice I would ever have to make. Stay, or leave my family and my homeland. But I knew I must leave. And so for the next few months, I saved any money I could, eating little. This was much harder now, as I was not selling anything. I did not even craft for myself, as I did not want secret police to raid my apartment in the middle of the night and find anything. My next big choice was how to leave. The best way was to find somegriffin selling fake passports, and travel to Bakara. But I did not want even this contact with government agents. Besides, it was expensive. So I found some griffins who would smuggle me in a freight ship to Free Equestria. I was skeptical of the regime in New Mareland, but they promised jobs and housing to immigrants, and the wages were higher than in Bakara. So I kissed my grandmother goodbye, said goodbye to my parents and siblings, and went to Everfrost, where I stowed away in a ship. I should have saved money the extra two months to go to Bakara…”
[Read more] >>127476
"Sixteen months into the regime, they made a law that you could not buy or sell outside of approved channels. This was the law that affected me the most personally. While the money I made at the factory was more than I could at the village, prices were higher, and I wanted to send more money back to my family. So I started crafting items in my own time. At first, I was just repairing clothing for friends and coworkers. Then embroidery of small emblems. I did these for free. But then I started accepting payment. It was a way of expressing creativity I often could not in the factory. But more than this, it was a way of preserving our traditional garb. There were those from our village who wanted our three rings of yellow on their clothing where it could be hidden by a scarf. Then there were those from other tribes, who wanted their own designs in clothing they would only ever wear in private. And then I got caught. It was nothing especially bad. Only a large fine. But the fine was large enough that I did not send anything home for two weeks and lost my savings.
I did not make anything outside of my work for two months. Then I started it up again. This lasted six weeks, until I was caught again. I do not know who sold me out. The first time I assumed that somepony I sold something to was caught by police and told them I made their clothing. Almost inevitable, really, and nothing blameworthy. After the second time, I must wonder if there was an informant. But… In this time, they took “resistance to collectivization” more seriously. That I was also resisting monoculturalization only made my case worse in their eyes. And I was arrested…”
She looks down, and then away for a moment. When she looks back to Siler, she has some tears in her eyes.
“I thought I would never get out of there. But they did release me. And I knew then I would have to make the hardest choice I would ever have to make. Stay, or leave my family and my homeland. But I knew I must leave. And so for the next few months, I saved any money I could, eating little. This was much harder now, as I was not selling anything. I did not even craft for myself, as I did not want secret police to raid my apartment in the middle of the night and find anything. My next big choice was how to leave. The best way was to find somegriffin selling fake passports, and travel to Bakara. But I did not want even this contact with government agents. Besides, it was expensive. So I found some griffins who would smuggle me in a freight ship to Free Equestria. I was skeptical of the regime in New Mareland, but they promised jobs and housing to immigrants, and the wages were higher than in Bakara. So I kissed my grandmother goodbye, said goodbye to my parents and siblings, and went to Everfrost, where I stowed away in a ship. I should have saved money the extra two months to go to Bakara…”
>>127476
>>127477
Silver takes her story in, his heart aching for her as she tells of how life in her motherland was destroyed, and what she lost. He lowers his head to her.
"It is just as I had heard of, and then some...I am sorry you had to go through that, and how you had to leave your family behind. And I am truly sorry that your first experience in Equestria was...that."
He looks ahead of him.
"I am not friend of Communism. I have seen what it did to my own Motherland. It is insidious parasite, killing off host culture it attaches to. Hearing what has happened to even your people..."
>>127477
Silver takes her story in, his heart aching for her as she tells of how life in her motherland was destroyed, and what she lost. He lowers his head to her.
"It is just as I had heard of, and then some...I am sorry you had to go through that, and how you had to leave your family behind. And I am truly sorry that your first experience in Equestria was...that."
He looks ahead of him.
"I am not friend of Communism. I have seen what it did to my own Motherland. It is insidious parasite, killing off host culture it attaches to. Hearing what has happened to even your people..."
>>127479
Silver looks back over at her, moves closer, and puts a foreleg around her for a supportive hug while they trot.
"Have faith, Keskoo. This Red invasion will not last. And in meantime, your people and your culture will continue to survive through you."
Silver looks back over at her, moves closer, and puts a foreleg around her for a supportive hug while they trot.
"Have faith, Keskoo. This Red invasion will not last. And in meantime, your people and your culture will continue to survive through you."
>>127480
She seems reticent to accept the hug, but doesn't pull out of it
"I did not think it could, but they have not been pushed out of Skynavia.... I did not want to be the last survivor of it."
She seems reticent to accept the hug, but doesn't pull out of it
"I did not think it could, but they have not been pushed out of Skynavia.... I did not want to be the last survivor of it."
>>127481
"Judging from how many ponies from Skynavia, Cubria, Frostbell, and Everfrost are here, it is safe to say you will not be last survivor. And with your talent, I am certain you will be able to bring little bit of home here to share."
"Judging from how many ponies from Skynavia, Cubria, Frostbell, and Everfrost are here, it is safe to say you will not be last survivor. And with your talent, I am certain you will be able to bring little bit of home here to share."
>>127482
She sighs
"That is good, at least. There will be others who will want their own, special garbs. And I should not be arrested for selling my creations. But I am unsure of bringing my family here so far... It does not seem like such a nice place"
She sighs
"That is good, at least. There will be others who will want their own, special garbs. And I should not be arrested for selling my creations. But I am unsure of bringing my family here so far... It does not seem like such a nice place"
>>127483
"Perhaps...but we can make it safe. At least, I would like to. Starting with helping you. Come, let us find Loputu. He might know of good places where you could set up your shop."
"Perhaps...but we can make it safe. At least, I would like to. Starting with helping you. Come, let us find Loputu. He might know of good places where you could set up your shop."
>>127487
Silver can remember, well enough, the journey down the road, through the gate - which is open in daylight, through the courtyard, and around to the apartment on the bay road. There are some clouds coming in from over the harbor, and seabirds fly above them. Silver (presumably) knocks on the door, and a familiar large mare answers
"You again!" she has some excitement
Silver can remember, well enough, the journey down the road, through the gate - which is open in daylight, through the courtyard, and around to the apartment on the bay road. There are some clouds coming in from over the harbor, and seabirds fly above them. Silver (presumably) knocks on the door, and a familiar large mare answers
"You again!" she has some excitement
>>127488
He smiles at the familiar sight.
"Hello again. I was wondering if I could borrow Loputu for bit. I'd like to have him show my friend and I around Redheart."
He smiles at the familiar sight.
"Hello again. I was wondering if I could borrow Loputu for bit. I'd like to have him show my friend and I around Redheart."
>>127489
And... She hugs him. Squuezes him, more like. She has some real strength to her
"Ohhh, thank you for bringing my son back"
Little bit more squeezing, then she pulls away and says
"He is apprenticing with Rohke Meri this morning down the road at his dock. I do not think they will be out in the Bay"
And... She hugs him. Squuezes him, more like. She has some real strength to her
"Ohhh, thank you for bringing my son back"
Little bit more squeezing, then she pulls away and says
"He is apprenticing with Rohke Meri this morning down the road at his dock. I do not think they will be out in the Bay"
>>127490
While she squeezes the life out of the poor unicorn, he gives her a hug back, releasing her as she releases him.
"Thank you so much. I will look for him there. It was nice seeing you again. I hope we can again, soon."
While she squeezes the life out of the poor unicorn, he gives her a hug back, releasing her as she releases him.
"Thank you so much. I will look for him there. It was nice seeing you again. I hope we can again, soon."
>>127491
"Oh, but you must stay for lunch! I mean it's not lunch time yet, but you should stay and tell us all about you. I will get my husband from the factory..."
"Oh, but you must stay for lunch! I mean it's not lunch time yet, but you should stay and tell us all about you. I will get my husband from the factory..."
>>127492
He gives her an apologetic look.
"I am afraid I cannot. I already promised lunch to one of my friends. Perhaps tomorrow, though?"
He gives her an apologetic look.
"I am afraid I cannot. I already promised lunch to one of my friends. Perhaps tomorrow, though?"
>>127496
He smiles and lets out a good-hearted laugh.
"You will, do not worry! I do need to go find Loputu, however. I hope you have good day, and I will see you tomorrow."
He smiles and lets out a good-hearted laugh.
"You will, do not worry! I do need to go find Loputu, however. I hope you have good day, and I will see you tomorrow."
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>>127474
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"Something... breakfast-y," he responds, unsure whatever foods were served in the establishment they're in.
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"Something... breakfast-y," he responds, unsure whatever foods were served in the establishment they're in.
Be warned, I'm now dreaming about the campaign. Spark had to make a check to demonstrate he's Italian and he wound up making a pizza with a mountain of olives and onions.
>>127504
I see you've invited the changelings in and in turn coccooned you into a peaceful slumber. Happened to all of us.
Joking aside, I see you're quite giddy to start your journey.
I see you've invited the changelings in and in turn coccooned you into a peaceful slumber. Happened to all of us.
Joking aside, I see you're quite giddy to start your journey.
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>>127504
Well kudos. That's impressive. Even I don't think I dream about the campaign, although I think that might just be because my dreams can't render flash.
Still, you may want to think about starting earlier
Well kudos. That's impressive. Even I don't think I dream about the campaign, although I think that might just be because my dreams can't render flash.
Still, you may want to think about starting earlier
>>127506
My dreams are always a bit vivid. Even if I wasn't familiar with this campaign I'd probably still dream about the hallways of architecturally odd urban buildings.
At least it wasn't about an older lady from my church who was creepily hitting on me.
My dreams are always a bit vivid. Even if I wasn't familiar with this campaign I'd probably still dream about the hallways of architecturally odd urban buildings.
At least it wasn't about an older lady from my church who was creepily hitting on me.
>>127504
I am surprised you dreamt about my character, as it is probably the worst played in the bunch, but I am flattered.
I am surprised you dreamt about my character, as it is probably the worst played in the bunch, but I am flattered.
>>127508
May have been Brie, I just know one of the characters was doing something crazy and was in an Italian restaurant.
May have been Brie, I just know one of the characters was doing something crazy and was in an Italian restaurant.
>>127510
"That I will, thank you!"
Silver waves goodbye to her, and heads for the docks to look for Loputu and his master.
"That I will, thank you!"
Silver waves goodbye to her, and heads for the docks to look for Loputu and his master.
>>127511
Silver goes down the road, the same road the apartment is located on, and finds soon enough what seems to be the address. A small shack next to a building that seems to be storage. Looking further around back, there is a single pier that goes out, with a diesel fishing vessel of perhaps 40 feet in the back. A wheelhouse in the fore, with a single mast with two booms and evident attached outriggers. White paint that is partly faded, flaking and fouling, and the name in blue lettering "Bluffheadi Au"
Silver goes down the road, the same road the apartment is located on, and finds soon enough what seems to be the address. A small shack next to a building that seems to be storage. Looking further around back, there is a single pier that goes out, with a diesel fishing vessel of perhaps 40 feet in the back. A wheelhouse in the fore, with a single mast with two booms and evident attached outriggers. White paint that is partly faded, flaking and fouling, and the name in blue lettering "Bluffheadi Au"
>>127513
She nods, looking down at the scene. The barn-door-like entry on the small building is open, showing long white containers and a couple barrels inside of what is at least mostly one room, along with a cart outside. As in Hoebuck, there is a seawall, which curiously is slightly higher than this side, requiring a small ramp up onto it, and then a ramp down to the level of the pier.
She answers
"Glory of Bluffhead"
She nods, looking down at the scene. The barn-door-like entry on the small building is open, showing long white containers and a couple barrels inside of what is at least mostly one room, along with a cart outside. As in Hoebuck, there is a seawall, which curiously is slightly higher than this side, requiring a small ramp up onto it, and then a ramp down to the level of the pier.
She answers
"Glory of Bluffhead"
>>127514
"Thank you. I suppose that means this ship is owned by somepony from northern pony tribes."
Silver decides to first check the storeroom for any signs of life, since it's open.
"Thank you. I suppose that means this ship is owned by somepony from northern pony tribes."
Silver decides to first check the storeroom for any signs of life, since it's open.
>>127515
No pony seems to be there at the moment, but he can see a tool box, dirty rags, a doorway to a small room, and that the white boxes are massive refrigerators or freezers, open from the top and not turned on
No pony seems to be there at the moment, but he can see a tool box, dirty rags, a doorway to a small room, and that the white boxes are massive refrigerators or freezers, open from the top and not turned on
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