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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>>132327Silver trots forward, and swiftly he is surrounded on all sides by trees, brush, and grass. The bare-limbed deciduous trees give way to more subtropical broad leafed trees and willows. The trees sway in the breeze, and birds chirp alongside the sounds of various insects. The dirt road is enveloped by the grass, and no sign of any road, house, nor other artificial structure is visible. Only a few empty soda cans, bleached in the sun, provide any sign of civilized life. But Silver does not make the full 300 meters before he meets the water. The water is stained-black water in some areas, and diluted seawater in others, with the two merging. Trees pop out of the water, forming a swamp. In some areas dense balls of roots stick out of the water, while in others there are small islands of clay and dirt.
>>132328"This looks like place he was describing."
He keeps going until he's reached 300 or so meters, and then looks for the willow tree.
>>132329Silver sees it. It's a graceful, very old tree (well over a century), sitting on an island in the mangrove near where the swamp exits to the bay, its roots peaking out from the mud and dipping into the water. Its branches are larger and heavier towards the south, and its canopy is both wider than the tree is tall, and larger than the small mud island it sprang from. The location must be in the water
>>132330Silver appreciates the gorgeous tree for a moment, before travelling north from the tree's position for about 10 meters, feeling the bottom of the water for anything.
>>132331And now here is the hard part - searching the water for anything. Mala gets in the water, a little reticent, trying to keep himself mostly above the water, and is uneasy where his paws meet soft mud
>>132332If I need to roll, let me know.Silver continues to feel along the bottom with his hooves.
"I do hope it is not buried."
>>132335Silver thinks he sees a glimmer in the water, through the mud. Further up the mangrove, a splash and movement
>>132336"I think I found it! Mala, keep lookout while I bring it up."
Silver digs through the mud around the glimmering object with his hooves.
>>132337"Oh, okay." Mala looks around, and backs up. Feeling down into the water, Silver can feel the edges of a rectangular tin box. It's almost like a lunch box, underneath a little debris and largely in the mud. The disrupted mud makes it hard to see in the water.
>>132338Feeling for its location and dimensions with his hooves, Silver uses his telekinesis to pull it out of the water.
>>132339It's a bit harder to get a grasp of an object that cannot be seen and is surrounded by water and sand, but he gets a grasp eventually, tugging on a side which then slips, and gains a hold on a different corner, pulling it closer up
"Uh, Silver?!"
>>132340Silver looks up from the case at what Mala has spotted.
>>132341"Alright"
She takes her down to a door on the right, and passes through into another hallway. But the two do not walk far at all before coming to a large door already partly open and taking them through. Amber enters into another large room with a ceiling of maybe 15 feet, and large latticed windows on the far side that allow a view of the bay. The walls have a reddish color, and there are several lavish couches, a fireplace, tables and models of ships. There is also a radio in the corner
"Here is the stateroom" she says
>>132342"There's a... there's a thing in the water!"
Something large is moving in the water in the direction of Silver. Mala has pulled back with his rear paws on the island, facing the water
>>132343"БЛЯДЬ!"
Silver grabs the case close, and runs for a patch of dry land.
>>132346Silver makes it onto the island, at least barely
>>132343"This is incredible!" She trots up to the windows looking out.
"It really is palatial." >>132347Silver turns around to face whatever this thing is and draws his sword.
>>132348Pic related isn't exactly accurate, as this location would have larger windows to take advantage of the locationLooking outside, Amber can see the two sides of Horseshoe bay with hills on the North/left side, and forests on the South/right, along with a glimpse of the fortress at Locust Promontory and the passenger terminals below it, the lighthouse at the end of the peninsula, the carnival pier at the base of the peninsula, besides waves, freighter ships, a small patrol ship, a couple fishing trawlers and sail boats. Or so she could see. Mostly, she can see the water, the white wave caps, and the cloud studded skies
>>132349Roll for Initiative[1d20+1 = 6] >>132351Silver is unfortunate, as a giant mouth rushes forth out of the water, charging at him
[1d20+6 = 11] >>132350She stares at the enviable view, mouth slightly agape, as she tries to discern the details of the many buildings along the coast.
"This room must have seen so much history, tell me more! I reckon there must've been quite a few artists who painted here." >>132352As I believe Silver is wearing his armor, even with as much damage as it has taken and with him being caught flat-hoofed, it still blocks the bite.
>>132353"Well, Ephemeral Essence painted the view somewhere around this property sometime in the 820s. It's disputed as to where exactly he stood, though, but he was a guest here at the time. Sea Wonderer painted the landscape here shortly after his successful solo trip across the ocean in a sailboat in 903. Sea Wanderer isn't exactly known mostly for his art though. There's a good chance that Curwhinny's orginal portraits were painted here, in this room, though the room would have been very different at the time. As for history, I think the most significant event was Crisp Currency starting his campaign as mayor of Baltimare here in 910."
>>132354It's the mouth and head of a large crocodile-like reptile. It nips the end of Silver's chest armor, but never gets a firm hold.
Silver's turn
>>132356"Announce it to a few of the wealthy and the press, then afterwards move to the ballroom of the Grand Baltimare Hotel for a more public statement. The Tall Sails Company was of course one the main instigators for his campaign, hence why he announced here." she answers
>>132357"Oh..." Amber still looks confused but decides to move on.
"How many fireplaces are in this house? I saw a lot of chimneys." [1d20+10 = 30]>>132355"Get off!"
Silver stabs at the croc before he can get too tight a grip on him.
>>132358"Well, this one links to one upstairs. There is another in the parlor room, and one over in the south side. About four, in total."
>>132358ree>>132363Silver stabs the creature right through the mouth, the sword pinning the creature to the ground. It wriggles, but starts to slow down
[1d20+10 = 15]>>132364Silver lets out a grunt as he stabs again, hoping to kill the beast.
>>132365"It doesn't get especially cold often, but it can sometimes. The fireplaces are as much for aesthetic purposes as for actual heating. The big mansions up north in Canterlot and Bales have fireplaces, so it was expected that the home of a wealthy stallion would here too. As for storms... Yes. they can get pretty bad. There was the big one back in 34' that leveled much of the city and made them raise the elevation of the coastal homes. This home survived because it was a little higher, on a rocky outcropping. But it had to be raised as well and was renovated in the process. Even before then, the Hurricane of 884' did a number on the house, and forced changes to the structure."
>>132366Silver runs it through the head. It had already stopped moving, but with another bloody stab, the creature is definitively dead. Mala runs over, holding Silver's old greatsword
>>132368"Whew...that was close..."
He looks up at Mala.
"Excellent work keeping lookout, Mala."
>>132369Mala breathes hard, and takes a moment to place the sword into the ground. He stares at the dead crocogator, not acknowledging Silver
>>132370Silver tilts his head at his friend.
"Are you okay there, Mala?"
>>132372"Well, so long as the sea does not come to me, I am fine with it. I live further inland, away from the sea."
>>132371"Huh?" He blinks, and looks up to Silver
"Oh. Yes. i am okay. Did it bite you?"
>>132374"No, but thank you for asking. It got caught on my armor."
He looks down at this crocogator.
"Hmm...tell me, have you ever eaten crocogator meat before?"
>>132375"Many will go swimming at the beach. Some will go out on yachts or sailboats. The Tall Sails family has had a private yacht of one form or another for much of its history"
>>132376He looks down at it
"I don't think so? I am not sure. My mother would not always tell me what it was she brought home was. But I have can't remember eating anything like that before."