Occupied Equestria is an RP campaign set in a post-Equestria Equestria, where the princesses are gone, as are the Elements of Harmony. Gone, temporarily at least, but not by any means forgotten.
New players are welcome.
Fantasy Play has a few "kitties" to cuddle with
Brie has a Changeling Queen to negotiate with
Iron has some gangsters to beat
Silver has some follow up to do
Amber is exploring her new home
Spark is either looking for forest demons, or negotiating the fate of a tribe of Wolves
Midnight has more cultists to kill
Onyx has a colt to look after
Dark Star has some communists to kill
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>>131102Silver checks the library first.
>>131103There’s some kind of ball game, it seems like. Something about Manehattan. Something else about some horrible pony, and something about a cult. And
still something else about finally getting around to repainting the house.
“Are you afraid to talk to ponies?” Sands asks
>>131104There is a lantern inside sitting on the ground. The table is mostly intact, but so many books are burned, and many more are missing.
Sitting on the ground, with a tail that is tied together, is a small yellow earth pony, bright as a lemon, with a strawberry colored mane that is also tied back. She is looking at a few burnt pages rather intently.
>>131105Silver knows this place well. He speaks up.
"Excuse me? Would you happen to be Professor Faucet?"
>>131105Iron's ear flickers, turning to Sands with a lightly surprised motion. "H-huh?" he lets out "I figured talking to them could lead to an unfavorable outcome."
>>131106She jumps up, drops the page, and turns around to Silver
"Yes." She says, sharply, and blinking with reflective eyes
>>131107"Alright. I hear you. I'll do the talking for you"
>>131108"Thank you," Iron replies as he lets Sands do the talking for him as per his first request to establish their business relationship.
>>131108He smiles at her. He's slightly surprised at the shear size difference between them.
"I am Silver Sword. I was told you are expert of Celestialism."
>>131110She has a plain expression, and takes a moment before she answers
“Well... I was raised in the faith. I am an expert on religions generally. My doctoral thesis was on the split cult of the neighuatl and it’s survival, or not, into modern times.”
Is Pear making another claim for best pony? >>131111"Cult of Neighuatl...I have never heard of that before, but considering my prior experience with cults it can not be any worse. Anyways..."
He pulls out the sheathed sword.
"I believe this belonged to paladin who had turned centuries ago. I was wondering if you could confirm it for me, and if you knew what group he belonged to."
>>131113"No, it's just a term used to describe the solar worship. The descriptions of mass equine sacrifice are mostly exaggerated and not an accurate depiction of ordinary practices for most ponies."
She looks down at the sword, and tries to grab it with a hoof
"Where did this come from?"
>>131114"Ah. Sorry, just...recent experience with Maarists has tainted word 'cult' for me."
He lets her grab and take the sword to inspect it.
"It was found on armoured ghast that was dispatched here in quarry two days ago. Nature of its armour, combined with inscriptions on blade and its somehow perfectly preserved condition makes me believe it was paladin's enchanted sword."
>>131115She looks up to him, with an almost playful curiosity
"Maarists, you say?"
Then she looks a little more confused
"Ghast?"
She abandons that though, and looks down at the sword
"Well, it's a very large sword. There is too much moisture in here for this to be ordinary steel. It's too white too. Looks like silver, or maybe platinum. If it's silver, it's a very pure silver because any copper impurities would have caused it to tarnish. It's probably a steel sword with a thin outer layer of noble metal melted onto it. This was probably made before electro-plating, so that's a thicker outer layer than we'd have in a sword of this kind if we made one today. Now I can tell you that this thing is either a decorative piece, or it's a magically enchanted sword, because no way would any swordstallion have a sword with a very weak and malleable precious metal covering the sword unless it was magically enchanted to be harder. The steel gives it some structural strength, while the noble metal holds an enchantment well. It also looks prettier, which was probably intended, and it's basically impervious to rust or corrosion, which is kind of a happy accident. It could also be a ceremonial piece never meant for combat, or a modern forgery-"
She turns the sword around
>>131116>>131115Now, she inspects the sword itself
"Do you see that?"
She points to a star like symbol with branching rays
"This is the symbol of the Order of Saint Georgos. It's a military order established in the Eclipse Gulf area around 600 ALB. I don't recall the exact year, but around that time. They were established by migrants mostly of the Earth Pony Husak tribe and a few associated ones. It was made to protect Equestrian migrants in this general region. Against raiding natives, chimera, hydra, sea serpents, the occasional changeling, a few ventures although the way into Griffonia, but above all against dragons. The order does not exist today."
Am still playing just can't tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
Just pulled another all-nighter. Won't be able to make it today, sorry
>>131117 →>>131118"That would explain sword's heft. Even compared to my own greatsword, this is heavy weapon. It does not want to slash when weld, it wants to carve."
He inspects the inscription she pointed out.
"These Husaks, where did they originally hail from?"
>>131123It’s like a Star with four prongs, each prong itself having rays exuding from it. Below, on either side of the fuller, is a shield, and a flame.
“From ‘Earth,’ the Equestriain East inland, and from further north before that. Earth Pony Nation.”
>>131124"Hmm. Do you think some came down here with other settlers?"
>>131125“They
are the settlers. The second wave at least. After the Amstels.”
>>131126Silver nods, then holds a hoof out to recieve the sword back.
>>131127She gives the sword back, insofar as she had control of it anyways
>>131128He admires the beauty of the sword.
"Professor Grant and Feather Duster want this to be displayed as piece of local culture...but I will admit, I am reluctant to let sword like this gather dust in museum."
>>131129“What do you mean?” She asks
>>131130"When I was little I apprenticed underneath my blacksmith father, and he taught me that every blade is forged with purpose to fulfill its roll. And this is very special blade indeed, forged to be used in battle to protect others, not to be displayed and sit idle."
>>131131“Well, this sword was probably made to fight against dragons, and was probably a hundred years old with more than one owner when it came here.”
>>131132"Regardless, it was not meant for display. It just...it hurts, being blacksmith and swordpony, seeing sword like this be put up on display like that."
>>131133“Under the law, ‘lost’ and ‘abandoned property belong to whoever finds it, but if it’s ‘mislaid’ it belongs to whoever owns the property it is found on. All of this is assuming that the original owner can’t be found, which isn’t necessarily a fair assumption. Ordo Sanctus Georgius no longer exists, but some organization might claim to be the successor, like the Equestrian church. Then their’s the question of whether this is ‘Antiquities’ site and this protected under that Act. I think Peer Review and Dr. Grant want to take it and put it on display in Stableside, though Baltimare is more likely. Mostly they want the credit for it, to be ‘recognized’ for it. We weren’t even supposed to be here to begin with, this is a detour from a planned dig on Snake River. We were hired to do an archeological examination. I think the property owner just wants to be done with all of this and build here. This sword was not easy for its creator to make, especially back in those days. It was probably given to more than one Paladin of the order to save on money. It speaks to an insecure time in the regions history, where ponies and Dragons did not live in peace. But it also belongs to an era when this region defined itself and began to develop an identity, by withstanding a horde.”
She ends, and looks up directly at Silver
>>131134Silver seems to accept her response with a "hmm". He doesn't focus for too long on it.
"Snake River sounds...pleasant. I am new to Southeast Equestria. I assume it is somewhere in area?"
>>131135“Not really. It is much further south, in the Forbidden Jungles”
>>131136"Never been there, either. What is it you and your team are going to do there?"
[1d20+7 = 23]>>131109Sands looks around, and then starts approaching ponies, starting with the single males. Her story is that she is staying with an aunt and uncle in the area, and that she is fascinated by the boats. She generally acts bubbly and oblivious, but very curious about who she can talk to to get on one of the boats, as well as curious about griffins once griffins are mentioned. She is more flirtatious than most mares would dare be while their boyfriend is watching.
>>131137"We are going there to investigate reports about caverns and sights in the area. Supposedly Hayfeather fled Tenochtitlan and brought a treasure with him, or that's the rumor anyways. More or less we are going there to look for artifacts from around the time of Equestria's first contact with Tenochtitlan."
>>131138Iron stands there, nodding softly as Sands does her work since that side of their relationship was unveiled already. An uneasy feeling of being replaced creeps slightly into his mind, but for now he feels confident enough to worry about it later.
>>131138>>131139After some time, she comes back to Iron with her serious expression
"Evidently there's this business, 'Salty's Sardines,' cute, I know - this business was in hard times when some cannery was shutdown. The owner sold it to some griffins from out of town who didn't do anything with it except have a couple griffin's visit its offices sometimes. But in the last few weeks, more have moved it. There's this one griffin known to drive around in a Fillydelphia Royal and has been seen repeatedly at one of the restaurants here. There's a lot more activity on the docks too, with some of the boats sometimes leaving. They've shown interest in buying more things, and can get rather pushy when told 'no.' It makes many of the locals uncomfortable. There's some story about some's windows being broken after not wanting to do some kind of paint job. There's a few other details as well, but it seems like they are there."
>>131140"So our best shot is going for the Salty's Sardines place, then," Iron concludes with a nod "do we go straight there or you do think we should remind the more famous griffin among the locals?"
>>131138"Tenochtitlan? I have only heard stories and tales about that place from my father, but if they are at all true it is treasure trove of artifacts and gold, for those who can brave jungle's dangers."
>>131141"That 'more famous griffin' is probably more famous among the Griffins too. It depends on how you want to approach this."
>>131142"Well, that is the hope as well. I've also heard stories from my Grandmother. This will be my first time actually going into the jungle. Not my first time in the region though"
>>131143"We should probably focus on the more famous if it's for their strength to properly remind them," Iron explains "so we would be better off going into their turf and remind a lot more griffins rather than focus on one whose power is not centered on reminders."
>>131144"I.... what is reminding?"
>>131145Iron softly jabs at the air two times, making sure not to accidentally boop some random pony that was walking in front of him.
>>131143"I have never been, either. I hope your team has funding for bodyguards, there is no telling if you will run into hostile wildlife, bandits looking for treasure, or whatever other dangers exists under canopy."
>>131146"Uh... Okay. We'll do that, then"
>>131147"We hired a guide who will be armed. Peer Review thinks we need to keep a relatively low profile to avoid attracting danger."
>>131148"...you did get what I mean when I did that, right?" Iron asks curiously as he starts walking out of the restaurant.
>>131149"Sure. You want to physically beat them, and hope that's enough to scare them out of the area"
>>131150"It is simply to demonstrate physical prowess and superiority, of course," Iron replies "and only if they are as prideful as you have said."
>>131151"And the point of physical prowess and superiority is... to make them leave?"
>>131148"I hope he knows what he is doing. You all have been relatively nice, I would hate to hear of your disappearance. I wish you all luck in your endeavor, that you are quite successful and bring back many lost treasures."
He trots over to examine the burnt books.
"So, how have things been in Stableside? All calm, I hope?"
>>131152"Like the mare said, it is a reminder of who is more powerful," Iron explains "and to not mess with our territory. Making them leave would be nice, but I doubt a stallion like myself could convince them in any other way than through the 'reminders' and be wholly effective, considering their "
>>131154*their killing tendencies."
>>131153"Some of you are alright. Don't fly American Airlines on the 24th."She stares at him for a moment
"It's... it's calmer. Nothing like Manehattan or even Baltimare. Or at least the city is calm. The countryside has more resistance and fighting. More than most places, probably."
>>131154"Oh. Alright, then."
>>131156He smiles, and looks at her.
"But still not as calm as it was before War?"
>>131156"Do you think I could cause so much fear that I could basically scare all these griffins off through physical force?" Iron asks in mild disbelief.
>>131158"Probably not. Either it'll bring them to negotiate, or it'll require a follow up force. Either way, the hope is that they don't send more."
>>131157She has a more calm and somber expression
"I don't believe so. But I didn't know it well before the War."
>>131159"Right," Iron answers with a nod as he aligns his body towards Salty's Sardines "we try to encounter a sizable group of thugs, we goad them into a nonlethal fight and then we tell them who owns this land. The more group I knock out, the better."
>>131159He nods, his smile fading.
"Yes...I do hope it will be that calm again, soon."
>>131160"Sure"
Past a set of shops and homes, they get back towards the waterfront, and the piers
>>131161"I don't know. Calm breeds lethargy, indifference to others, selfishness, wastefulness. Squabbling and infighting. Ponies need some struggle against something external to define themselves, or even to build themselves. Both individually and collectively."
>>131162Iron scans the area of obviously battle-hardened griffons to challenge their authority, knowing they will be most likely doing some harrassment to the local worksponies.
>>131162"Maybe. Then again, these past few years have been nothing but struggle, and it feels like we will sooner tear each other to shreads than try to rebuild what we once had."
>>131163No outdoors griffins on the streets. Or at least, not yet. But looking onto the docks, there are a pair of griffins. It looks like they are doing something with the pier itself, and the boats
>>131164"I don't know. The struggle is supplied by ponies themselves, not so much by other things. Other things outside of ponies. We have less disease now, less work, more conveniences, less poverty. I know ponies complain about poverty now, but I've seen my grandmother's farm. I know it used to be worse. I remember how in that relative peace after the Storm King's defeat, it began, slowly. Bickering over politics and who gets money, that sort of stuff. Then when the Changelings started to make their return. It was a great difference. Ponies would work together, donate for war bonds. Start to be united as one. Then
other ponies invaded, the Changeling threat receded... There are no fewer problems, but they are of our own making. Like, when we don't have problems, we don't know what to do with ourselves and make our own problems. It's not conducive to good character. Not at all."
>>131165He begins to nod after a couple seconds of silence.
"Yes. I see your point. Let us just hope these problems we've created do not end up destroying us."
>>131165Humming softly, Iron decides to close in on the griffons, only to loiter 100 ft away in a challenging fashion by exhuding a pretentious, defiant attitude, to see if anypony would react to such scornful and disrespectful act.
>>131167It looks as if the griffins are working. One is on the closer end of the pier, minding a mooring around an unoccupied space on the pier. The other is further away, also tending to a mooring, but with a faded white trawler next to it
>>131166She nods, and gives a subdued smile, the first one in the time Silver has spoken with her
>>131168Not seeing any indication of gangster griffons, he turns to Sands in a whisper motion. "Should I try loudly complaining about the gang's occupation to lure a group of these thugs to me?" he asks softly.
>>131168"So, Review and his cohort are doing...something, in their tent. Duster and Grant are examining outside. What are you and other pony doing here inside?"
>>131169"If you just act like a drunk, they might ignore you. Go right up to them."
>>131170"Peer Review and Loans are mapping out the site, trying to get a view of the larger history, and have a location to analyze any physical artifacts brought up to them. Extra Pair and I are examining the interior of the building. Grant and Feather duster will too, when they get done outside. This room here seems to have been a library. So I am examining books. What remains, at least"
>>131171Silver looks at the ruined, burnt books.
"It does not appear than much has."
>>131171Iron considers this alternative, which would make it easier to define these griffons as thugs for the family, but feels there is a risk of actually upsetting some random civilian.
Figuring it would be better to start a direct confrontation instead of standing in the sidelines like a wimp, he starts to menacingly approach the griffion without the trawler.
When he reaches the 30ft mark, he stops, sizing him up impersonally. "Are you part of the griffons that came from Manehattan?" he asks in a stoic, demanding manner, looking down at him.
>>131172"No... it doesn't. Fire got 'em. A shame. Or maybe for the better, hard to tell."
>>131173He stops. He turns around, and he looks up to Iron in slow, deliberate movements
"Who wants to know?"
The accent is hard to place, but definitely there
>>131174"It is shame we may never know which."
He picks up and looks at one of the destroyed books.
"Know what Extra Pair is look through now? Or have you both been working separately?"
>>131174"Their welcoming ceremony," Iron answers coldly, subtly craning his neck, awaiting either a scratch or further questioning.
>>131175Not much is readable on this book portion, though it seems there may be some readable pages inside
"He has been gathering items in the hallway. There is much on the floor"
>>131176He stares at Iron for a moment, before answering
"You are a few hours early. They are not here yet."
>>131177I'll roll a sense motive just in case he's lying.
[1d20+2 = 19]<Sense Motive
>>131177"I wonder what he found."
He sets the book down, and turns to Professor Faucet. He offers her a hoofshake.
"It has been pleasure meeting you, Faucet."
>>131178Exactly what he means is subject to interpretation, but he seems to think Iron is some kind of worker, or a part of some party arranged to meet with whoever is coming
>>131179She looks to him, and shakes his hoof. Her shake is firmer than any of the others thus far
"Who are you? Or were you, exactly?"
>>131180"Silver Sword. I was pony who cleared undead from here two days ago."
>>131181Her eyes get bigger
"So that's it... Tell me, what happened?"
>>131180"I see," Iron remarks, nodding softly "I will stay here in the meantime, then."
With that, the native promptly sits on his place, looking as stoic and cold as ever, staring forwards and awaiting the incoming group.
>>131183"Okay" he answers. He seems to be wrapping line around a mooring
>>131182He rubs the back of his neck.
"There is not much to tell. There were at least two dozen undead, maybe more. I partially drained water in quarry, then went inside and fired my rifle near quarry enterance to get horde's attention and use myself as bait to lure them outside. I brought them over towards unexploded bomb from War stuck on quarry wall, shot it with rifle, and blew most of them to pieces. Those that survived I just finished it off with my rifle from range. All except mummy, and armoured ghast this sword came from. They were attracted towards bait I used just when giant bird came out of nowhere and fought them for it."
>>131185"Do you know what happened here? In
here?"
>>131186"You mean...in this library?"
>>131187"Well, yes. Or what happened in this place, this underground... thing"
>>131184Iron decides he might as well learn about the gang. "I have not been told much about the client," he preludes stoically with the slightest of shuffling closer in order to see the line wrapping even clearer. "Do you happen to know what is the occassion?"
>>131189It's a simple tying of the line around the mooring, at least right now
"They are arriving"
>>131190"Who is the one that asked for it?"
>>131193"You tell me" He says "I haven't heard anything about a ceremony"
>>131194"I see," Iron replies "do you happen to know one of the more famous griffons in this town?"
>>131188"Ohhhh. I gave all information I had on this place to Peer Review as he was first I came across. This is personal labratory of one Joseph Curwhinny, who took to practicing necromancy after death of his family to plague. He wanted to find way to bring them back, but never found way to. He did, however, create large number of animated skeletons of ponies, zebras, wolves, and even chimera, as well as more zombie-like undead called ghasts to serve him, and supposedly even reached lichdom. Eventually, he found new love, but mare he would marry was originally betrothed to sailor named Whipperwhill. Angered and having learned of Curwhinny's practices from one of Curwhinny's former friends, he formed militia to storm catacombs. They sealed Curwhinny away in his chambers, but they released his experiments and none of militia ponies survived.
"As for library, that is more...unfortunate story. Before I came by myself, I had been in here previously with other group, which included kirin. She became angered by what she thought were necromantic tomes, and...she set fire to library."
>>131195"You sure do ask a lot of questions" he says
>>131196She listens to Silver as he tells the story
"Necromancers... About what I figured this all was... Interesting, though to see one here. To be in their lair." she pauses for a moment "Kirin... were dragons not enough?"
>>131197He smiles.
"I do not mind kirins. Though, perhaps it is wise to keep fire extinguisher around when dealing with them."
>>131199She looks around in the room
"I would have been interested to see what books he had"
>>131198He shrugs, and finally ties a knot around a mooring
>>131200Scooting about 10ft closer towards the griffon, Iron seems to keep watching the griffon do his thing. "Why are you working alone at this time of the day?"
>>131201"You think I am alone?" He answers
>>131200"From what very few we managed to recover before having to flee because of carbon monoxide, many were on occult practices, histories of various civilzations, or were hoof-written books. None were actually necromantic in nature. Many were rare...some irreplacable..."
>>131203He turns around, and stares at Iron