In Changelingia (West Equestria), Brie gains the support of a Changeling queen for his endeavors. Spark is doing his best to help an ill Wolf spiritual leader.
In Free Equestria (East Equestria), Iron is trying to intimidate a group of criminal griffin interlopers. Fantasy Play is helping to shut down an Anarchist press. Silver is helping his new household. Amber Sunset is walking through the city, and Dark Star has just finished helping the orphans.
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>>134110
"This seems familiar," Iron admits, thinking back on the Hoebuck event but nods softly "so we definitely need to hit these fishing places for sure, but I do not know for certain which are from the targets..."
He decides to quickly inspect the fishing boat and toolboxes for any specific clues on where to go.
"This seems familiar," Iron admits, thinking back on the Hoebuck event but nods softly "so we definitely need to hit these fishing places for sure, but I do not know for certain which are from the targets..."
He decides to quickly inspect the fishing boat and toolboxes for any specific clues on where to go.
>>134113
Crud.
Iron's felt as if a potted plant hit him on the head, reviewing the surroundings better. "...wait, why is there a ton of boxes with funny looking... tools around the ship? That does not seem right..."
Nonetheless, he figures getting inside the trawler would be a good idea.
Crud.
Iron's felt as if a potted plant hit him on the head, reviewing the surroundings better. "...wait, why is there a ton of boxes with funny looking... tools around the ship? That does not seem right..."
Nonetheless, he figures getting inside the trawler would be a good idea.
>>134116
Fantasy asks the receptionist.
"Is Seabreeze here? Or is he busy? It isn't necessary to meet him now, just tell him we got some pamphlets for him to see and I would like to get paid. But none of this is in a hurry."
Fantasy asks the receptionist.
"Is Seabreeze here? Or is he busy? It isn't necessary to meet him now, just tell him we got some pamphlets for him to see and I would like to get paid. But none of this is in a hurry."
>>134117
The off-white unicorn mare looks up to Fantasy.
"Uh, he's in his office. I think he's available to see you."
The off-white unicorn mare looks up to Fantasy.
"Uh, he's in his office. I think he's available to see you."
>>134119
I think logically the meeting with Dark Star is separated by an entire day, but either way, Dark Star's player is not here
I think logically the meeting with Dark Star is separated by an entire day, but either way, Dark Star's player is not here
The bag flap opens and by Fantasy's magic the three phamplets fly out and lands on Seabreeze's desk.
"Apparently the blue one is illegal," Fantasy says as she stares blankly off in the distance.
"Apparently the blue one is illegal," Fantasy says as she stares blankly off in the distance.
>>134125
He looks at one of the red ones. It takes a booklet form.
"'Principles of Anarchism.' We've seem booklets like this before. We think these ones are made from what we call 'Printer H.' Comparatively professional. We've never located it. That printer only prints pamphlets that are technically within the censorship laws, so we haven't really bothered with it."
He opens the red pamphlet
"On shutting down the unions..." He flips through it further, "This one is questionable, to say the least, and it certainly hasn't been approved." He turns to the back of it. "This is from the mystery printer alright."
Then, he opens the blue one. It looks to have the same construction as the red pamphlet:
"Tales of the work of the Foreign Legion in Manehattan..."
He puts it down.
"Not only does this violate the laws, it means they have correspondence from outside of this district. Yes, this is definitely contraband."
The second one is a clearer pamplet. And the
[Read more] He looks at one of the red ones. It takes a booklet form.
"'Principles of Anarchism.' We've seem booklets like this before. We think these ones are made from what we call 'Printer H.' Comparatively professional. We've never located it. That printer only prints pamphlets that are technically within the censorship laws, so we haven't really bothered with it."
He opens the red pamphlet
"On shutting down the unions..." He flips through it further, "This one is questionable, to say the least, and it certainly hasn't been approved." He turns to the back of it. "This is from the mystery printer alright."
Then, he opens the blue one. It looks to have the same construction as the red pamphlet:
"Tales of the work of the Foreign Legion in Manehattan..."
He puts it down.
"Not only does this violate the laws, it means they have correspondence from outside of this district. Yes, this is definitely contraband."
The second one is a clearer pamplet. And the
>>134126
Fantasy tears her gaze from the window and looks at Seabreeze.
"So I'm I privy to what these pamhplets say? I brought them without looking even if I had opportunity to do so at the barbershop. It will be hard for me to continue to gain information from the owner that gave me these if I haven't read them." Fantasy turns her head towards the window. "But then again, that's if I decide to continue."
Fantasy tears her gaze from the window and looks at Seabreeze.
"So I'm I privy to what these pamhplets say? I brought them without looking even if I had opportunity to do so at the barbershop. It will be hard for me to continue to gain information from the owner that gave me these if I haven't read them." Fantasy turns her head towards the window. "But then again, that's if I decide to continue."
>>134129
"If you don't continue, it would be better if you hadn't read them. 'Anarcho-Syndicalism' does not occur in nature. It reproduces like a virus, spreading from host to host and destroying them."
"If you don't continue, it would be better if you hadn't read them. 'Anarcho-Syndicalism' does not occur in nature. It reproduces like a virus, spreading from host to host and destroying them."
>>134130
Fantasy pushes one of her fore hooves across the length of her one of her folded back hooves as she archs her neck backwards while looking up the ceiling with a conflicted expression.
"Yeah, I heard that one before today. Your probably right though." She ruffles her own mane with her hoof. "I need to think about all of this. I think I'll just take my pay for this job and leave for the day."
Fantasy pushes one of her fore hooves across the length of her one of her folded back hooves as she archs her neck backwards while looking up the ceiling with a conflicted expression.
"Yeah, I heard that one before today. Your probably right though." She ruffles her own mane with her hoof. "I need to think about all of this. I think I'll just take my pay for this job and leave for the day."
>>134132
Fantasy return her head back into a neutral position with smirk on her face.
"Heh. Are you really gonna go cheap on me now? I don't want much, really I'm here for the cause, just wanted to make it offical like. And besides, now you know that they have correspondence from outside this district and I bet these Pamphlets are new, as well. But no, I haven't located the printer." Fantasy rotates her head counter- and just clockwise in small jerks, smlies, and shuts her eyes.
Fantasy return her head back into a neutral position with smirk on her face.
"Heh. Are you really gonna go cheap on me now? I don't want much, really I'm here for the cause, just wanted to make it offical like. And besides, now you know that they have correspondence from outside this district and I bet these Pamphlets are new, as well. But no, I haven't located the printer." Fantasy rotates her head counter- and just clockwise in small jerks, smlies, and shuts her eyes.
>>134133
“Don’t be silly. We’d never go cheap on good information. We always pay what it is worth to us. We don’t need the printer shut down. We just need it located, and the ponies... or, ‘creatures,’ working it unaware.”
“Don’t be silly. We’d never go cheap on good information. We always pay what it is worth to us. We don’t need the printer shut down. We just need it located, and the ponies... or, ‘creatures,’ working it unaware.”
>>134139
"Its fine, I guess your just awekward because of my new amazing looks," Fantasy says and drags a hoof drew her mane.
"Its fine, I guess your just awekward because of my new amazing looks," Fantasy says and drags a hoof drew her mane.
drew
Through*
Through*
>>134140
He smiles
“Indeed. Interesting style you have going there, with the several layers. Is that... Songbird Serenade’s ‘07 style?”
He smiles
“Indeed. Interesting style you have going there, with the several layers. Is that... Songbird Serenade’s ‘07 style?”
>>134143
He smiles, this time revealing more teeth
“We played her songs on the radio at the waterfront back then. She never toured out to the Dominion, but still we’d listen to them when we went swimming at dusk.”
He smiles, this time revealing more teeth
“We played her songs on the radio at the waterfront back then. She never toured out to the Dominion, but still we’d listen to them when we went swimming at dusk.”
>>134144
Fantasy continues to nod.
"Yes, she is great! I used to listen to her as a fillly. I know her songs by heart."
Fantasy continues to nod.
"Yes, she is great! I used to listen to her as a fillly. I know her songs by heart."
Should I join? I'm l8 but it looks like an active session still.
>>134146
Its you that I'm going towards next so. It would actaully be fitting but it depends on how lonng the gm is still awake.
Its you that I'm going towards next so. It would actaully be fitting but it depends on how lonng the gm is still awake.
>>134145
“Oh I haven’t followed her that long. But I did in secondary school. My gal was a big fan. And more than anything, her songs would play loud over the speakers at the restaurant at the sea shore. I didn’t see her appearance much, but I still saw an album cover or a poster here and there. She wasn’t as popular in the Dominion... more of a special taste.”
>>134146
I’m supposed to be writing out a backstory segment fir Khoi’s country
“Oh I haven’t followed her that long. But I did in secondary school. My gal was a big fan. And more than anything, her songs would play loud over the speakers at the restaurant at the sea shore. I didn’t see her appearance much, but I still saw an album cover or a poster here and there. She wasn’t as popular in the Dominion... more of a special taste.”
>>134146
I’m supposed to be writing out a backstory segment fir Khoi’s country
Will be busy today. Can't make it.
patient waiting pony noises
>>134112
She nods slowly. "Very well..."
"We, the Kylan of the Kingdom of Ngua Nam, are an old people, living in the mountains, valleys, rainforests, marshes and shorelines for a thousand years, a vassal of the Empire. We warred sometimes with the Khmare and the Empire, to be sure, and faced typhoons and famine and raiders from far away, but by and large we lived peacefully, with ourselves, with our neighbors and with nature. For though we had little of the more modern industry and technology, we wanted for little. We learned how value order and tranquility of mind over abundance and passion. The belief back then was that the outside world could be, and should be kept out, and that we fare best when left alone. None believe that now, but that was how things were in the old days."
She pauses, slowly breathing out as if in an imperceptible sigh.
"Then the outside world made its way in. The first incursion came when the Storm King's armies attacked. There was not much fear in our lands as there was elsewhere. We felt ourselves secure in our forests and bays... they had not been breached by the yetis 500 years before, and they had only so many airships. They could not burn our houses, for we Kylan build of brick were we imitate the foreigners, of stone where we are wealthy, and of cod where we are poor, and these things do not burn. So they set up garrisons in our lands, and demanded to be paid tribute. For the Prince, this was no matter, as our diplomats have centuries of experience of ambassadors of the Empire. He simply paid them. When they demanded more, he obfuscated and dissembled, and pulled tricks that would not work for a moment on an Emperor, but that the Storm King, so far away and so overstretched, would have to accept. That is how Kho Củi and the cities of the coast responded. Inland, in the countryside, the situation was very different. With no cities to bombard, and forests and caves to hide, in, the peasants resisted. It started in the lands of the Khmare, then made its way to our eastern provinces. At first it was a disobedient lord or two, then the peasants themselves organized. Took up arms. And so they resisted for years, bleeding his army dry.
Then one day we received news that the Storm King was killed and his Grand Army lost in a far away land. The Prince declared war after three days, and the peasant militias did not wait that long. The invaders were expelled from our soil forever. But the peasant militias did not put down their arms. At first they demanded lower taxes, replacement of unpopular local rulers. All of these things could be agreed upon. But then they demanded more radical demands. Land reform, end of clergy privilidges... But that isn't where it ended. For what was not understood was that an invasive seed took root.
The Storm King's armies were far from the only gift of the outside world to make itself felt on our lands. As when we fought the Storm King, we did not do it alone. Crates filled with modern weapons and ammunition were clandestinely shipped to our ports, given false papers by administrators, and shipped in boats up the river. It was guns at first... then they started to send little booklets, little red booklets"
She moves her hooves together as if to give an idea of the physical dimensions of said booklets
"And then they sent live ponies. 'Military advisors,' they said, to teach the peasantry how to fight modern war. That is not all they taught them... They told them of modern industry, of wholly different ways of living, of ideas they had never heard before.."
Now, she definitely sighs
"And finally, came a pair of ponies to the Kirin Grove up north. They told the Kylan there, err, 'Kirin,' not to seek tranquility, but to embrace the passions. This was a revolution in their lands. In ours, it was the start of one. As the Great Vehicle and our customs teach to subdue passion beneath reason and will, and to seek to not desire rather than to be sated... these ideas were sparks to light a fire, to burn away centuries of moral teachings..."
A short pause, and she starts again,
"And so, a movement began. It is lead by a Kylan whose assumed name translates best to Ponish as 'Bright Will,' or perhaps 'Light Bringer' is a better alternative. I've heard conflicting stories on where he came from, but I know he went to school abroad, and came back with the pony advisors during the resistance, and he was an accomplished partisan. He told of a great Equestrian pony by the name of 'Steel Stallion,' who he said had lessons for Ngua Nam, to turn it from what he calls a 'pre-industrial feudal state' into 'a Modern Nation-State.' His movement seeks to industrialize the nation rapidly and by force. They seek liberation of the passions over tranquility and triumph of the spirit. They seek a universal 'empowered' peasantry over monastic, merchant, and landowning classes. They believe religion and belief must be replaced with 'Science.' And they believe all tradition, customs, and other symbols of the past to bring out this future they seek.
And so the rebellion began, seeking not merely to replace the Khoe Dynasty, but every aspect of society. The temple on the mountain by Kho Củi has withstood many Earthquakes in its time, but I do not know if it, or the walls of the great city, will withstand this one. They stand strong against it, I do know that, and they stood still when I left."
[Read more] She nods slowly. "Very well..."
"We, the Kylan of the Kingdom of Ngua Nam, are an old people, living in the mountains, valleys, rainforests, marshes and shorelines for a thousand years, a vassal of the Empire. We warred sometimes with the Khmare and the Empire, to be sure, and faced typhoons and famine and raiders from far away, but by and large we lived peacefully, with ourselves, with our neighbors and with nature. For though we had little of the more modern industry and technology, we wanted for little. We learned how value order and tranquility of mind over abundance and passion. The belief back then was that the outside world could be, and should be kept out, and that we fare best when left alone. None believe that now, but that was how things were in the old days."
She pauses, slowly breathing out as if in an imperceptible sigh.
"Then the outside world made its way in. The first incursion came when the Storm King's armies attacked. There was not much fear in our lands as there was elsewhere. We felt ourselves secure in our forests and bays... they had not been breached by the yetis 500 years before, and they had only so many airships. They could not burn our houses, for we Kylan build of brick were we imitate the foreigners, of stone where we are wealthy, and of cod where we are poor, and these things do not burn. So they set up garrisons in our lands, and demanded to be paid tribute. For the Prince, this was no matter, as our diplomats have centuries of experience of ambassadors of the Empire. He simply paid them. When they demanded more, he obfuscated and dissembled, and pulled tricks that would not work for a moment on an Emperor, but that the Storm King, so far away and so overstretched, would have to accept. That is how Kho Củi and the cities of the coast responded. Inland, in the countryside, the situation was very different. With no cities to bombard, and forests and caves to hide, in, the peasants resisted. It started in the lands of the Khmare, then made its way to our eastern provinces. At first it was a disobedient lord or two, then the peasants themselves organized. Took up arms. And so they resisted for years, bleeding his army dry.
Then one day we received news that the Storm King was killed and his Grand Army lost in a far away land. The Prince declared war after three days, and the peasant militias did not wait that long. The invaders were expelled from our soil forever. But the peasant militias did not put down their arms. At first they demanded lower taxes, replacement of unpopular local rulers. All of these things could be agreed upon. But then they demanded more radical demands. Land reform, end of clergy privilidges... But that isn't where it ended. For what was not understood was that an invasive seed took root.
The Storm King's armies were far from the only gift of the outside world to make itself felt on our lands. As when we fought the Storm King, we did not do it alone. Crates filled with modern weapons and ammunition were clandestinely shipped to our ports, given false papers by administrators, and shipped in boats up the river. It was guns at first... then they started to send little booklets, little red booklets"
She moves her hooves together as if to give an idea of the physical dimensions of said booklets
"And then they sent live ponies. 'Military advisors,' they said, to teach the peasantry how to fight modern war. That is not all they taught them... They told them of modern industry, of wholly different ways of living, of ideas they had never heard before.."
Now, she definitely sighs
"And finally, came a pair of ponies to the Kirin Grove up north. They told the Kylan there, err, 'Kirin,' not to seek tranquility, but to embrace the passions. This was a revolution in their lands. In ours, it was the start of one. As the Great Vehicle and our customs teach to subdue passion beneath reason and will, and to seek to not desire rather than to be sated... these ideas were sparks to light a fire, to burn away centuries of moral teachings..."
A short pause, and she starts again,
"And so, a movement began. It is lead by a Kylan whose assumed name translates best to Ponish as 'Bright Will,' or perhaps 'Light Bringer' is a better alternative. I've heard conflicting stories on where he came from, but I know he went to school abroad, and came back with the pony advisors during the resistance, and he was an accomplished partisan. He told of a great Equestrian pony by the name of 'Steel Stallion,' who he said had lessons for Ngua Nam, to turn it from what he calls a 'pre-industrial feudal state' into 'a Modern Nation-State.' His movement seeks to industrialize the nation rapidly and by force. They seek liberation of the passions over tranquility and triumph of the spirit. They seek a universal 'empowered' peasantry over monastic, merchant, and landowning classes. They believe religion and belief must be replaced with 'Science.' And they believe all tradition, customs, and other symbols of the past to bring out this future they seek.
And so the rebellion began, seeking not merely to replace the Khoe Dynasty, but every aspect of society. The temple on the mountain by Kho Củi has withstood many Earthquakes in its time, but I do not know if it, or the walls of the great city, will withstand this one. They stand strong against it, I do know that, and they stood still when I left."
>>134494
Silver looks sadly at Khoi as she tells her story, knowing full well the meaning of those 'little red booklets'. He bristles slightly at the utterance of Steel Stallion's name.
"Communism. Destroyer of nations, corruptor of peoples...I wish Ngua Nam better luck in their fight against it than my own people had..."
He lets out a sigh.
"What did you think of ruling Khoe Dynasty?"
Silver looks sadly at Khoi as she tells her story, knowing full well the meaning of those 'little red booklets'. He bristles slightly at the utterance of Steel Stallion's name.
"Communism. Destroyer of nations, corruptor of peoples...I wish Ngua Nam better luck in their fight against it than my own people had..."
He lets out a sigh.
"What did you think of ruling Khoe Dynasty?"
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