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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>>131051"Something like that, yes."
>>131052A cane-machete, light Pegasi saber or dueling rapier, it is not. Nor does it handle as such. It does not swiftly fly through the air or dance around, or pull out of its scabbard quickly... at least, it doesn't without Silver putting most of his effort and strength into it. Rather, this is a sword designed to do as much damage as possible when it gets to its target., presumably made for an era when a sword was the best or even the only option against armored targets, great Manticore, or even dragons. Maakie's sword had better balance.
>>131053"I think I am seeing the drawing a lot more clearly," Iron replies with a couple of nods "anything else worth noting that I might have missed?"
>>131054"Well" she has an awkward smile. "Me"
>>131055Iron hums softly, rubbing his chin softly. "...I am not too sure what sort of utility you would have, considering your skillset," he ponders "...you could be the one to build me up as a formidable adversary in a far more respectful light and I simply brought you here as a witness to the might of the Waterfront gang."
>>131056"That's not... entirely what I had in mind."
>>131057"Oh?" Iron replies "What were you planning?"
>>131058"Well, I could sweet talk them in any number of ways, or do other things. I can pull my weight too"
>>131053He takes a deep breath in through his nostrils, then out through his mouth. He assumes an old Earth Pony fighting stance, modified slightly for use by a unicorn with telekinesis. He spreads his front and hind legs to widen his stance, feeling the firm earth underneath him, unmovable and unbreakable. He steels his will to be as unbendable as the earth itself. Suddenly, he makes a large, powerful swing of the sword from left to right, followed by the sword returning right to left. It doesn't have the grace or reflexes of a light style used for lighter weapons, but each swing has obvious power behind it. His hooves slide and shift appropriately without leaving the ground as he continues to carve through the air, only occasionally stopping to block, parry, and riposte an enemy blade that isn't there. The only sounds he makes are small grunts of exersion with every sword swing, and the singing of the greatsword slicing the air in front of him. After a fair demonstration, he ends it with an overhead strike, levelling the sword but a few inches to the ground, low and powerful enough to kick up dust around the blade.
>>131059"You could work as a conflict defuser," Iron offers "if you think the point was made and feeling the threat of gunfire is almost a certainty."
>>131060Silver finds that the sword doesn't start moving very easily, and is even harder to stop. But it cuts through the air with great proficiency. In warfare, this sword's niche was most likely severing enemy pikes and halberds, and it looks like it could do that job very well, even if so many aspects of construction imply why its kind later went extinct. It must have been the best of what it was, back then. Mala seems impressed, almost awed. Feather Duster is surprised. Dr. Grant is somewhat disturbed.
>>131061"Hmmm.... That could be"
>>131062"Of course, if we get enough notoriety to get the boss himself to come down, you can always sell me as this fearsome warrior and remark he is one of many, too."
>>131062Silver takes another deep breath, then stands back up out of the stance. He looks again at the Celestial symbol.
"This...this is masterfully made weapon."
>>131063"Well... I guess he could be here? If he's here, that's probably a bad thing for you."
>>131064Whoever crafted it put some effort into decorating it. Silver can recognize harmonic and religious symbols.
>>131065"Oh," Iron responds "then you stick to being a conflict defuser, then. Anything else I might be missing?"
>>131065Silver turns to look at Grant and Feather.
"Where would this weapon go to?"
>>131067Grant:
"I don't know. Most likely a museum."
The sword is not perfect, with the leather on the handle eaten away, and the scabbard almost falling apart. The metal, however, is in much better condition that steel could be expected to hold up, in water or out
>>131066"Most likely, but we won't necessarily know until it happens"
>>131068"Understood," Iron concludes, now looking forward, ready to show these griffons this stallion has the moves.
>>131068He looks more lovingly at the excellent craftsmanship, something which would impress even his own father.
"I will admit, I am reluctant to let something as beautiful and well-made as this languish and rot away behind some glass exhibit..."
>>131070"It must be hundreds of years old" Grant says. "It is part of the culture of the region."
>>131069Iron walks up Percheron avenue, past trees and smaller single family residences. Iron has left Baltimare, and is onwards further North. He will remember that he's been this way before. When he went to the cannery. And going up further the houses become closer together again, and there are more streets crossing east to west
>>131071"Fact that it has survived for this long means it is special. More so than most ponies can see."
He rubs his hoof along the blade moreso.
"It is very likely some smith's masterwork, enchanted and enhanced after its creation with holy solar magic for this paladin. It is not merely some warrior's steel from long ago."
>>131072"...huh," Iron mutters as he trudges along "I feel some strange sense I have done something similar to what I am doing right now."
>>131073The blade is very much sharp, as if it were sharpened yesterday.
Dr. Grant comes further, and places his hoof to adjust his glasses. Feather Duster walks around Silver to be on the other side.
“Yes... this does look like a paladin’s sword. Either a military order or Inquisition... if that’s true, it may still belong to the Equestrian church.”
>>131074“It happens” Sands remarks
>>131075"My father taught me that every blade is forged with purpose. To display, to defend, to kill...every one was forged to fulfill specific role in this world."
He looks over to Grant.
"If it belongs to Church, then I would request your permission to return it to them."
>>131075"Right," Iron nods with a lightly sheepish smile before trotting on towards the fabled North Point he's supposed to find the immigrant Manehattan gang's most recent purchase.
>>131077Passing a school and a small, single story town hall, it’s official. Iron is in the town of Northpoint.
>>131076“So they are...” he looks at Silver skeptically
“Forgive me if am impolite but... how will we know this will find its way to the church? Or even confirm that this once belonged to a religious order that is extant to this day?”
>>131078"Alright," Iron lets out, looking about "now where would these griffons be..."
Did Germane tell Iron where exactly to find the family in question? >>131078"No, such skepticism is natural and healthy when dealing those you have just met. I suppose I can give no other assurance besides my word, and request for you to trust me. I am friend of Father Maren at Cathedral here in city. As for finding out if it truly belonged to someone in Celestial order...well, who better to ask besides Celestialists themselves?"
>>131079She mentioned something about them buying up unused fishing trawlers>>131080“They don’t necessarily know their own history... Professor Faucet knows Celestialism well, she could say”
>>131081Remembering they bought fishing related stuff, he knew to seek the coast of this town for his best chance to stumble onto the family he was looking for.
He scans his surroundings, wondering where the sea was in his current position.
>>131082North, which is “forward” from the direction from which he came. Walking towards the shore, some area have rocks or grass leading up the shore, usually with houses or private property by them. But there is an area of docks with large boats, some of which are in poorer condition, and buildings by the docks
>>131083“Well... she’s somewhere
>>131084"You said inside...I shall go look for her there."
He involuntarily shivers.
"Thank Celestia all of undead are gone now...it was nightmare inside structure before."
>>131084"Hm..." Iron lets out as he trudges along, nearing himself towards the docks, figuring they may be congregating in that particular area, before looking at Sands with a pensive look "do tell me if you spot one of these griffins."
>>131085He looks inside
“Well... we’lll be going there soon... good thing we brought floof lights”
What light does Silver have?
>>131086“Uh, alright.”
Some waves break against rocks and the piers. Iron does not see any griffins outside
>>131087"You think we should ask around if any griffons started moving around the area?" Iron asks Sands, starting to feel a little lost.
>>131089"...I feel you are going to bring up a rather important consequence if I go that route," Iron continues, walking around in search for the griffons around the docks.
>>131087The floof spreads..."I recommend them, it feels like darkness will consume you in there without light. And watch your step on first floor, quarrying operations that happened here knocked significant amount of rubble from walls and ceiling onto floor."
Silver doesn't have any flood lights, but he has his horn and his flashlight. He looks to Mala.
"What about you? Want to come along, or stay out here?"
>>131090These griffins must not be the outdoorsy type, if they are here at all. Bond are in the open or outside on boats
>>131091Reeee these are flood lights>>131091Mala looks around the quarry
“I will come inside.”
>>131092"...we may actually have to ask around," Iron mutters again "hopefully these folk got a bar that would kindly give us such information or somepony to trail back into their main outpost."
>>131092Silver smiles, finally sheaths the sword, and motions for Mala to follow him into the catacombs.
"Alright, come along then!
."
>>131093“Well... if there is anything I’ve learned, it’s that ponies love to congregate for fun in places. Griffins too.”
>>131094Mala jumps along, into the darkness, staying very close to silver and rubbing against him several times. Into the darkness they go
>>131095Thankfully, with Silver's light sources, they aren't entirely in the dark. He doesn't mind Mala sticking to him as he searches around for this Faucet.
>>131095"So we should look for where these ponies congregate and we know it is a place for fun..." Iron summarizes "do point out what buildings are for fun in case I miss them."
Having said that, he switches his search parameters from griffons to bars and other entretainment spots.
>>131097Lower level: rocks about, but no ponies
>>131098A restaurant or two. Perhaps a tavern.
>>131099Iron decides to check out the first restaurant he saw first in order to see the general picture of this town.
>>131100A few ponies inside, mostly muddle aged or older. Music is playing over what must be a radio. Some ponies are by a bar, some at tables. Seems like potatoes and cooking if that sort.
>>131101Going upstairs, Silver can see a light on down the right hallway, and another in the library
>>131102"Alright," Iron tells Sands "see if you can hear anything about these griffons we are looking for."
Having said that, he uses his native ears to listen closely to the ponies' potential talks.
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