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Occupied Equestria - The Thread That Came Late
Anonymous
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No.133503
133506 135124
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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Anonymous
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No.137229
137284
>>137228
"Huh..." She sits there in contemplation for a moment.
"Can you... tell me more about what you found here, in Baltimare? Either the Necromancer's experiments and interests, or of the activities of the Maarists?"
Anonymous
16f9a8b
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No.137232
Hey Sven, are you here? Let's formulate a game plan pl0x.
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137234
I'm ready to play
Anonymous
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No.137235
137236
>>137155
125 bits, 235....

"You know, why don't you tell me what you like wear when you want to feel special?" The stallion says, smiling in a suggestive way
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137236
137238
>>137235
"Oh, I like to wear a dress. Not this one–as nice as it is–but a summer dress that's pale blue and turquoise. It's so light you hardly feel it, and the skirt's a bit short because it only reaches my gaskin. My sister gave it to me." Amber blushes modestly.
Anonymous
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No.137238
137239
>>137236
"I'd kind of like to see that. I bet it looks great on you. Short skirt with those hips."

He smiles, while Guy walks forward, as if off to the side and ready to join the conversation.
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137239
137240
>>137238
"Oh, thank you, but you haven't seen me wear it yet," she replies, giggling. "Your marefriend must think you have impeccable taste."
Anonymous
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No.137240
>>137239
"Heh, she does. But it's my wife I am worried about. I need the best. Do you understand?"
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137241
137242
Amber stares blankly, not knowing how to respond. Uhhh…
Anonymous
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No.137242
137244
>>137241
The griffin standing off to the side, steps forward. He wears a smile - insofar as the drawn back lower beak and pulled back lips may be called a smile that is almost... smug. And for the first time that Amber has heard, he speaks. His voice has a veneer of erudition, the sound you would expect from high class... though at moments the sound of an adolescent of some unknown and rude foreign extraction cracks through:

"You need what every gal would want to be seen wearing at the Opera House. The envy of every dinner party. Am I right now? Well, you're in luck. We have the Dame Aux Yeux Verts. It's on license from the Carousel of Canterlot, you know? I assure you, if anything can calm the heart of a lady scorned, it's hanging on our back shelf."
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137244
137245
>>137242
Amber nods hurriedly like a schoolfilly who gets told the answer to an important question. "Oh yes, I can show you.
It's back this way…"

Anonymous
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No.137245
137246
>>137244
He motions with his foreleg - it's covered with a jacket sleeve, so none of that odd birdlike leg can be seen - "This way." He seems to try to lead him himself.

The Stallion at first looks ever so slightly offended by the interruption, but is quickly taken in by Guy's offer. He starts to follow.
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137246
137247
>>137245
Amber breathes a quiet sigh of relief and waits near the door in case a new customer comes in.
Anonymous
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No.137247
137248
>>137246
Guy looks back, and even walks backwards as he goes off with the stallion. The stallion, while still appearing nervous, as he did when he came in, at least seems trusting.

Amber is free.

[1d2 = 1]
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137248
137249
>>137247
Amber continues waiting.
Anonymous
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No.137249
>>137248
Um... I'm not sure I've thought of anything yet
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137250
137251
Amber trots over to High Sewn. "Ma'am, is it often that customers ask for the fanciest dresses?"
Anonymous
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No.137251
137252
>>137250
She narrows her eyes and gives a short and sharp shake of her head.

"If they ask that, they are either trying to imply they are too good for this store - which obviously isn't true, because if they were they'd just go to the Carousel and never step hoof in hear - or they want someone to hear them say that so they think they fooled someone into thinking they have enough money for the fanciest dress. Either way, they either don't buy anything at all, or buy something much lower priced."
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137252
137253
>>137251
"Oh…" she exhales as her ears fold down. "That's a bit dishonest."
Anonymous
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No.137253
137254
>>137252
She shrugs
"Most ponies come to look around rather than buy anyways. And what they are buying is the appearance, so I can sort of understand it. What's less tolerable is those who have a higher than merited valuation of themselves."
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137254
137255 137256
>>137253
"I reckon that too…"
Unless Sewn wants to continue the conversation, Amber will pass time until either a customer arrives or it's closing time.
Anonymous
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No.137255
137256
>>137254
[1d4 = 4]
Anonymous
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No.137256
137257
>>137254
>>137255
Outside, a stallion looks around at the shop, looks inside, loiters around, and then walks off... just to come back again, walking by in the opposite direction. He does not go through the door.
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137257
137258
>>137256
Amber smiles hopefully both times when it looks like the stallion would enter, but stops smiling when he only passes by. It would be nice if he would make up his mind… she thinks to herself.
Anonymous
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No.137258
137259
>>137257
Instead, he moves away, a little bit further across the sidewalk, and looks around. He looks scruffier than perhaps typical of this store's clientele. That last stallion at least looked well groomed and well dressed, not so with this one, a brown earth pony with a short grey beard or perhaps middle age, and a bit undersized.
Amber Sunset
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No.137259
137260
>>137258
He looks like he needs some help with something, but I mustn't leave the store… Amber continues watching the stallion.
Anonymous
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No.137260
137261
>>137259
From a bag, he pulls out some stubby cylindrical object, places it in his mouth from his hoof, and moves to the side, mostly out of view, mostly out of view. Mostly.
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137261
137262
>>137260
Amber frowns. "What is he doing?" she mutters.
Anonymous
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No.137262
>>137261
Then, he pulls out some metal item. An... ice pick? If not, something like it. He pulls back, and then...

Crash!

The window breaks in its center, and though the whole window does not shatter, the center portion does, sending glass to the ground. The stallion runs and moves to try to slam the pick into another portion of the window, before starting his way to run off.

"Ah!"
High Sewn screams, jumping up startled. Guy runs forward, observing the scene.
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137263
137264
FrightenedAmber.png
Amber jumps back with a gasp, staring at the vandalism in horror. She's caught frozen like this for a few seconds that feel like an eternity. However, when the vandal makes his break she yells out, "HEY!" and bolts off in pursuit.
Anonymous
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No.137264
137265
>>137263
Probably requires a dice roll if she wants to maintain a pursuit.
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137265
137266 137267
>>137264
[1d20+2 = 8] (I'm guessing it's a dexterity check)
Anonymous
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No.137266
>>137265
[1d20+1 = 14]

[1d20+2 = 16]
Anonymous
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No.137267
137268
>>137265
Amber, perhaps because of the pause, does not manage to catch up to him as the assailant runs down the street and into an alley. Guy runs off, starting before Amber, and seems to be keeping pace, although the two quickly disappear to the left.
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137268
137269 137270 137272
>>137267
Amber gallops into that alley as quickly as she can. I'm guessing another roll is needed
[1d20+2 = 6]
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137269
>>137268
These rolls…
Anonymous
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No.137270
137272
>>137268
Guy goes in hot pursuit, but Amber lags behind

One more contested roll

[1d20+1 = 21]

[1d20+2 = 10]
Amber Sunset
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No.137271
137272
Do I roll again?
Anonymous
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No.137272
137273
>>137270
>>137268
The assailant turns a corner, and when Amber catches up, she runs in between a pair of commercial buildings: older in design, brick with two stories, a higher fire escape level and basement windows that appear above ground level. The assailant has disappeared, and she encounters Guy walking the opposite direction, towards her.

"I.. I think I lost track of him."

>>137271
I would say yes, but he got a 20. Unless you want to see if Amber can get a 20
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137273
137274
>>137272
Exasperated, Amber makes one last sprint in the direction Guy had went to see if she can catch a glimpse of the perpetrator. [1d20+2 = 15]
Anonymous
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No.137274
137275
>>137273
It looks like she's lost line of sight with the perpetrator, and the same is true of Guy
Amber Sunset
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No.137275
137276
>>137274
She trots back to Guy, breathing heavily and looking glum. "I…I don't know where he went."
Anonymous
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No.137276
>>137275
"He must have..." He looks around
"Gone through one of these doors. Or up a fire escape. Or through a basement window... of either building. Or he just ran right through the alley and turned to either side..." He is silent for a moment, as he exhales. "At least i know he didn't fly out."
Amber Sunset
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No.137277
137278
"Maybe we should look for him here…or it might be better to go to the police."
Anonymous
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No.137278
137279
>>137277
"I don't... I don't know where he went." He says, sounding a little defeated.
Amber Sunset
16f9a8b
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No.137279
137433
>>137278
Amber looks at the ground-level windows and the fire escapes to see if any look out of place. Search:
[1d20+3 = 7]
Anonymous
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No.137280
137281 137287
I have to sleep now...
Amber Sunset
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No.137281
>>137280
Goodnight! Hopefully my luck is better tomorrow.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.137284
137300
>>137229
"Hmm. Well, there is not much else to tell, let me think...well, that necromancer, Joseph Curwhinny, wanted to find way to bring back his wife and foals from dead after they died from plague. He found that he could bring back dead souls, or their bodies, but not both. Something about process made it impossible, even after decades of experiments. To bring back their souls, he would cremate their body using necromantic rites and specific mixture of chemicals. What exactly they were escapes me at moment, but it would bind their souls to their ashes. He could communicate with ponies who had died ages ago, but it would curse them to be forever bound to their ashes, which apparently is torturous existence for souls. If he did not fully cremate them and he used slightly different rites, he would instead bring back their body void of any soul. Ghasts, they are apparently called. They have this supernatural stench to it that makes you instantly sick to your stomach, they can paralyze you just by striking you, and they can pass their curse onto you if they bite you, eventually turning you into one of them. And those catacombs were absolutely full of them, both those he had created and those they had in turn infected.

"Maarists were more simple affair, from what I understand. This place we are going to was owned by their leader, pony Sweet Boek. He came into contact with international smuggler and trafficker, griffon Stormfeather Maakie, and they struck deal. Boek would provide base of operations in Baltimare for Maakie and his operation, as well as Maar's favor, and Maakie would provide steady stream of sacrifices from those he trafficked into Baltimare as well as muscle needed to guard location. Maakie himself attended sacrificial rituals along with Boek's inner circle, but he apparently never truly held same beliefs as Boek. He just saw it as just another way to squeeze profit out of his victims."
Shimmering Spark
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No.137287
137288 137297
>>137280
My schedule has not been very kind to me. But I'm back.