>>67942 >>67941 Lol, it's a roleplaying game to be played here on /vx/, essentially D&D, as that is the mechanics I will be using.
This story features an alternative timeline where Chrystalis, rather than doing the grand infiltration she did in the two part season finale of Season 6, unified a set of changeling hives, developed more modern weaponry, and attacked Equestria in force. Meanwhile, on the continent of Griffonia, the Equestrian colony of New Mareland suffered a Great Depression, excessive griffon immigration, and threats from griffon nations after the chaos caused by the fall of the Griffonian Empire. They declared Indepence, and installed a Pony Nationalist government called the Black Hooves. They invaded several smaller griffon nations, causing Equestria to declare war on them. When the Changelings invaded, New Mareland invaded the opposite side of Equestria, and ultimately Equestria was defeated and split down the middle.
This story takes place in the New Mareland occupied zone in the area of Baltimare, the Forbidden Jungles (of Daring Do), and the Dragon isle. It features both magic and modern weaponry from around the Interwar period.
It features a number of factions, including Communist Rebels, ponies who want to restore the Equestrian Monarchy, Changeling spies, and the New Mareland government. Further south in the forbidden Jungles, there are Bandits, Natives, Settlers, and Industrialists trying to develop the forests. This is of course besides the Chimera, Manticores, and so forth that one is liable to run into
>>67944 Dark Star An Orphaned pony that is looking to the Black Hoofs, For assistance. The only Friend He has Left is his Owl Companion. He is Currently Heading to The City Hall, to join the Black Hoofs Party.
str 13 Dex 17 Con 15 Wis 7 Int 12 Cha 15 Fort 4 Ref 4 will 1 25 hp
Okay, my character comes towards wherever-the-fug the exposition is centered, dragging a cart. She's cliaked in a dress that covers her mane and head, not unlike that of a Catholic nun; it appears to be rather a rather plain and formal attire, as though she were dressed for Sunday Mass. The cloaked figure is dragging a small cart with a canvas tarp draped over it, and is slowly making her way towards the center of attention with slow, tired steps. By her head floats a cane made of gnarled, laqured wood, suspended in the air by magick as she slowly but drags her payload.
>>67946 Well, I don't think i will let any players start the game already in possession of a firearm other than a break-action rifle, anyways....
Before you stands the Grand Baltimare Hotel. 5 stories tall, the brick building is the tallest of the Baltimare City Square, and follows a model of Architecture popular in the 950's. Of course, it's not the "Grand Baltimare Hotel" anymore. The windows on the upper levels are sealed shut and closed, and the lower level has a small section of cast iron fencing around it. This is now the Headquarters of the Black Hooves in the Baltimare Autonomous District, and a new sign has (finally) been placed above the entrance to reflect that.
To the side of the steps that lead up to the entrance are two Griffons, one with a rust red feather coloration, and the other with black. They are tall and mean looking as Griffons tend to be. One is smoking, and both are wearing tan military uniforms, complete with “Brodie” metal helmets. Each carries a rifle in their claws, some sort of Karbiner of foreign manufacture. Up the steps, and by the door, are two ponies, one a lavender Earth pony and the other a white Unicorn who stand immediately by the door. They wear full black outfits that resemble police officer’s uniforms, but much darker. They wear caps that resemble officer’s caps, and while neither carries a gun, at least one can be seen to have a handgun in holster.
>>67948 >>67948 The gangway to the steamer is drops down onto the dock. The [i]Serene Traveller was a medium sized ship that carried as much or more mail and spices as passengers, but at least a hundred ponies, zebras, and other assorted races walked down on the docks. As you walk down, a Sailor directs you and all passengers to go through Customs.
At the customs house, you stand in line and eventually walk up to a tan Unicorn in Green uniform and with a black cap. He looks down at your cart, and says “looks like you have some items to declare.” He casts a spell on you. “Please give truthful responses to the following questions.”
He asks you in sequence the following questions. Please give answers to each in order
“What is your name?”
“What is your place of origin?”
“For What purpose do you come to the Baltimare Autonomous Region?”
“How long do you intend to stay? If you intend to stay indefinitely, answer that your purpose is ‘immigration’.”
“Are you currently or have you ever been a member of the communist party of any nation, or have you ever been a member of any left-wing political organization of any nation that seeks the establishment of a workers state by means of violent revolution?”
“Are you an Anarchist? That is, do you believe in the overthrow of the government by means of violence or assassination of public officials?”
“Are you or have you ever been a member of the Reformitsen parties of Hellquil or Longsword, or have you ever been a member of an organization that perpetrates genocide against ponies?”
“Finally, have you been infected with a vile or infectious disease in the past six months?”
>>67953 Does he have a long, heavy night of sulking in misery planned?
>>67951 Eh, I'll set out the next scene. As you go up to the door, a black uniformed guard stops you, and pats you down for weapons.
You tell the guard that you want to join, and he directs you to a unicorn on the far left after you enter.
When you enter the first floor, you see an open lobby with a pair of marble counters, including of course, the unicorn on the far left. In the lobby are a few people walking by. A pair of ponies come down stairs, and in the corner, a minotaur in Tan stands with a submachine gun in strap hanging over his shoulder
>>67957 The minotaur looks at you with a kind of surprise. The mailman is even more surprised.
You may now approach the unicorn, who is sitting on a chair behind the counter. He is a very dark blue, and wears a black vest. His horn is covered in gold plate two thirds above the base, almost like a tooth filling. You can see that his left foreleg is actually a metal prosthetic. His Rear right leg is likewise prosthetic, missing below the thigh. Where his cutie mark should be on his left is a pink and tan area of hairless hide, as it it were burned off. On his right flank, you can see a cresting wave cutie mark
>>67972 >>67972 "Thank you. This one is my Zaphian campaign medal, this is my Hellquil campaign medal, this is wounded in action..." he lists like 5 of these
>>67972 "Since you've come by here before, we can start the process. Follow me"
He gets up and makes a nad signal to a pony across the room. You notice this pony has great difficulty walking. He uses unicorn magic to move up his rear leg, and his front is stiff. He also seems to have pain with unicorn magic. The gold plate sparks a couple times.
He gets out from behind the counter, and walks into the lobby, over towards a stairwell
"Follow me up here. We need to do a test, then ask you some questions"
>>67952 >“What is your name?” "I go by the name of >“What is your place of origin?” "I hail from hail from a monastary in the East, the Far East." >Purpose "Have traveled from afar in to this city to devote myself to service to the poor. Where there are cities, there is poverty; I go where I sense I am needed." >How long "For as long as I am welcome. Should the need for my services expire, I would humbly make my leave." >Are you an X "Communist? What's that?" The mare seems perplexed at the pony's questions, seemingly not used to being asked so many things at once "I assure you that needless violence is against my way of life. All life is sacred." >Longsword, Reformitsen, Hellquil, etc "I don't recognize any of those names." >Disease/health "I can wholeheartedly declare that I am in condition to serve." She says, puffing out her chest fluff boldly >Anarchist >Government >Revolution >Violence "... I'm not entirely sure what a 'government' is, but I am more than willing to abide by the customs of this land."
>Something to declare The cloaked mare smiles warmly beneath her shawl, as she slowly pulls back the tarp of her rickety old cart, using the tip of her gnarly cane. The tarp falls away to reveal a cart filled mostly with fruits (bananas, leches, oranges, etc). Among the goods like a collection of medicinal herbs, of a rather old-fashioned variety. There appear to be several simple cloth dolls and wooden knick-knocks, pickles, candied fruits and other mundane goods, including a copiuous amount of Chinese medicine balls. "Medicine, for the children.." A magical glow gently picks a sealed red envelope (stamp included). On the outside of the package is a note to reveal that the envelope contains a letter of credit: a rather large donation addressed to a poverty center in the city. "And expenses.. All I can afford to give."
>>67976 He walks down a hallway on the second floor, making you walk in front of him. He comes to a room where a white Griffon with, well, "sharper" features than normal stands. The Griffon opens the door.
"Go on in, this is the location. Please sit in that chair over there"
You are in what appears to have been a hotel room, with part of a wall taken out and a mirror placed in. In the room is a green earth pony in Black, who seems to be missing a hind-leg and has a prosthetic. He carries an automatic pistol in his mouth. The griffon stands on a separate side from you, and is holding a submachine gun
>>67975 "Uh, I'm going to put you down as answering 'no' to questions 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8. Alright mam, it appears that you are eligible to enter Baltimare under an immigration visa. We'll make an ID for you and a visa, but as for your cart..... Well, I think we are going to need a customs officer to take a deeper look at that, if you wouldn't mind parting with it for an hour or so."
"But now, could you please follow me? we are going to have to do a mandatory test on you. Please don't be startled by the armed guards, this is only a precaution."
She directs you to go into another room to your right, as officers pull the cart away. A Red and Blue flag hangs, with a separate flag of red and blue stripes with a diamond shape, and two horseshoes in the center, one on top of the other and the top one upside down
Sea breeze directs you to look straight into his eyes.
"Alright, please keep both eyes open. Please remain looking at me. And don't mind them with the weapons, it is only a precaution. The Griffon has his submachine gun pointed at you, aiming down the iron sights (from a direction to your left, so he wouldn't hit Sea breeze in front of you), and the green earth pony aims his pistol at you as he stands to your right and to your front.
>>67979 >>67982 In this new room there is a sectioned off area. Two ponies with green uniforms stand, with three blue uniformed officers stand over to the side spread out. One of the blue uniformed officers approaches her
"You must be restrained for the duration of the test." She places what are essentially handcuffs on the kirin's forehooves, then back off. You can see that the three ponies have now drawn pistols and are aiming them at her
"Look into my eyes," says a green uniformed pony. He pulls out a flash light, and aims it into the kirin's eyes. "Don't blink."
He does this to each eye for a number of seconds, and then turns the light off. "Alright, we are done."
He makes a hand signal to the blue uniformed officers, and they put their guns down. One comes and takes the hoof cuffs off.
"Alright, proceed to the room on your right."
>>67983 Sea Breeze pulls out a flash light, turns in on, and shines it into Dark Star's right eye. "keep 'em open." The light is blinding. He does it to the left eye, then says "Alright," and turns off his light. He looks over to the griffon, and says "Jeane, that's all for now, you are excused." The griffon leaves the room.
The earth pony sits down in a chair looking at dark star
>>67978 Onyx steel works in a commercial area that is not far from several markets. Across the street is a normal grocery market, as well as a delicatesin. Instead of either of these, he goes to a much poorer bakery. He sees a pony outside that looks like a young colt, with a black coat, grey mane, and wearing red vest. He says to passers by
"Why should our taxes go to foriegn imperialists? Our landowners and facotory owners get rich off our product. Why can we only afford to buy bread when they live lives of luxury? Fellow workers of the world, I tell you not the Princess nor the Black Hooves nor the monstrous changelings have the interests of the working class in mind"
>>67987 With her advanced knowledge of magic, the kirin is able to discern that no magic was invloved - they shined a flash light into her eyes while she was restrained and pointed guns at her
>>67991 >"Do you swear to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth?" "Yes" >"Why do you want to join the Black Hooves?" "to Honor my family." >"How do you feel about Priness Celestia?" "Shes fairly attractive,id like to take her out behind the barn if you know what i mean *wink* And she is A traitor to our people." >"How do you feel about Griffons?" "on the whole They Seem Fairly Decent. But Theres a Specific Griffion i Hate." >"Are you a Communist?" "if i was i would put myself Down. I Hate Communists more than anything else in existence."
>>67995 "Alright, it looks like we have you cleared. As for your cart, well! I don't think you've ever heard of 'the Gastly blight' but it kills the hell out of citrus fields. We are going to have to confiscate your fruit - the bananas, oranges, all of it - and burn it. You, however, are free."
They hand you your cart back with what is left of your stuff, and a seperate pony hands you a document. It is a visa with your name and picture on it. You can see your eyes are closed for it.
You are now free to walk out into Baltimare
>>67997 Any time you need a helping hoof, we have a kitchen just up the road that gives out meals for free."
The Pamplet shows Proud ponies harvesting wheat together and sharing food on its cover, all in the socialist realism style
You go into the bakery, where there is bread on the wall, a pony buying bread, and a sort of tired earth pony with a wiry black mane at the counter
>>67998 Sea Breeze laughs at the part about having sex with Celestia
"To honor your family and a specific griffon? Did you have a life experience that affected your decision to join the Black Hooves?"
>>67999 "Yes, my brother and i where orphaned at a young age.He Had a Friend In The Black Hoofs Back in New Mareland Before the war.He told me all about Fascism and i loved it. But he was Murdered just Before the war started, By a Griffon By the name of Scar. so i thought that maybe the party could help me."
>>68000 "Oh, young mare, I almost forgot to tell you the terms of your visa. Your visa can be suspended, and you may be removed from the country if you are found to be materially aiding the enemies of Baltimare, or if you engage in Aggravated criminal activity. You are also not allowed to be a member of the communist party while here, and becoming a member can result in your removal"
>>68004 "He's been trying to direct my customers away all day"
>>68005 Sea breeze is a little perplexed "you want the party to help you?"
>>68010 Ghastly blight is a fungus that affects many species of fruit bearing trees and plants. It is native to Zebrica and afflicts plants there, including causing multiple famines. It has more recently spread to Equestrian shores, and has already caused thousands of acres of many fruit trees to die, and need to be burned in containment. It does not yet threaten the trees and wildlife of the Forbidden jungles - the trees are well spaced apart, unlike in fruit orchards. Baltimare has ennacted customs requirements on fruit as a precaution to protect it's local industry
>>68009 "I see, who is he and where did this happen? Did you contact the local police?"
>>68011 "Here you go, that'll be three bits. You know, what that kid says about the Princess is utterly disgraceful."
>>68012 I think one of my spells could fix that. They probably wouldn't believe her if she fixed it though...
The Kirin mare seems visibly disappointed by the loss of the fruit she had planned to donate, but sits patiently and does not argue with the guards. With what remains of her humble dowry, she makes her way to the orphanage with her delivery.
>>68012 "Yes, i was told word had been sent to celestia,But She Never got around to helping me. so i did a little digging, and found out his name, its Scar. He is a white feathered griffion with bright red markings, ive heard he might be lying low in the south."
>>68015 The kirin walks forward into the city from the Customs house. She can see many walking around, buildings of 3 to 6 stories, and many carriages. More than one Automobile and Truck goes through the streets, faster than the horse drawn carriages and seeming sort of dangerous. But they are the exception, not the rule. the city is much bigger and more urban and industrialized than she is used to. Mostly it appears clean. Mostly. The city is not, however, quite what she had expected. it is less impressive than the images she sees of Manehattan, appearing smaller, with shorter buildings, and fewer factor stacks. It does, however, look like it is probably host to a number of disadvantaged ponies
>>68014 "I see. Now, how do you plan to help the Black Hooves?"
>>68017 "So, you a, pledge allegiance to that Love Princess? What are you doing down here?"
>>68019 She'd need to ask somepony for that, or find a map, or succeed on a knowledge check
>>68020 "I see. Well, I hope you have a better day tomorrow"
>>68021 He moves around his prosthetic leg to a more comfortable position.
"Half this city is run by Communists, down south we have bandits and occasionally unruly bandits, all with the ever looming threat of changeling infiltration or invasion."
[1d20+3 = 21] >>68026 "Well, that actually coincides with what we had in mind. You see, we can't really afford to train you formally or let you in just yet, but we could let you in on a provisional basis if you could maybe prove yourself to us with a sort of.... 'task,' if you will"
>>68032 The kirin finally decides to just ask somepony. The first pony was offended that a stranger wanted to talk to him, the second one was kind of creepy, but the third one had some useful inormation.
"Why I think you are looking for the Ophranage at the top of the Hill. It's operated by the Sisters of Saint Prancis. I think they would welcome volunteers. just go down this road until the end, then to the left down the end"
>>68033 "We have two of our griffon reservists that we believe are secretly members of the communist party here in Baltimare. We'd love to follow them, but, well, we don't have any pony that whose faces they haven't already seen. We'd like you to follow them in a couple nights, and if you can, sit in on their meeting. We think they meet somewhere in the factories near the docks. Now, just meeting and talking about communism is not illegal, but if they are planing the overthrow of the state, if they have foriegn supporters, or if they are importing arms, well... that is arrestable
>>68034 Onyx steel walks down the street. After traversing some distance, a Dire Rat springs out of a trashcan.
It closes distance in its round, where it has initiative
>>68035 That's okay, I am starting each character separately at the moment
>>68036 The Kirin lowers her head in a modest bow. "I humbly thank you for your assistance." She gives him a silent prayer, and heads off in the direction he showed her, with her cart of donations in tow.
>>68038 She goes down the street past restaraunts, shops, and eventually even things like factories, until the building narrow out a bit. She finds herself on a hill that she can be sure is the orphanage. It is three stories tall, grey brick, and there is a nice, inviting door.
>>68039 "Only if they do one of the things I mentioned - conspire against the government, conspire with foreigners, so forth"
>>68040 The Kirin Sister wheels her cart up to the door and takes a moment to ensure that her shawl is in order, before politely knocking on the front door with her oversized cane.
>>68046 "Well, you seem trustworthy enough...." He looks away for a moment, then back again.
"I think we can allow you on a provisional basis. Complete this task, and you will able to get more priviliges"
"You need only know them as "red" and "Black." He hands over two images of griffons. Despite having similair color schemes to the two griffons outside the building, they seem distinct looking. In fact, you have to notice that the griffons you have seen look kind of.... diverse.
"Find out where these two of our reservists are going, and maybe you can join. Don't shoot anyone you aren't supposed to, or we will disown you and say you are a random criminal."
He pushes over a revolver pistol, then a box of shells
>>68044 Onyx looks over to his side, and sees that a little white pegasus colt has been watching. He was so close, his face is covered in blood. he has a horrified expression.... at first. His face turns to an expression of Glee.
>>68048 Onyx really hopes this doesn't turn into a repeat of all the new recruits seeing his strength for the first time. "Uh, thanks" He makes sure to turn so his injured eye is away from the kid.
>>68045 The Kirin bows politely. "Greetings, sister. You may call me call me Ash. I hailed from a far away land to devote myself to serving the poor children of this city."
>>68049 "Mr., you are so strong, do you think maybe you could help my daddy?"
>>68050 The Pony Enthusiastically shakes her hooves.
"Aye, I'm Sister Marery. We are the nuns of the Order of Saint Prancis, and we take care of the Poor orphaned Children. You know there have been so many since the War, and we haven't been able to get as much money from canterlot. We need all the help we can get...."
>>68052 Sea Breeze tells you more Where you could expect to find these two. They don't know for sure, but a coworker heard some things, and has seen them around with the wrong crowds. as for the communists meetings, they haven't done many of them, mostly because of fear of police raids, and when they do, they rarely do anything, well, illegal. But they seem to have grown more audacious recently, like something is up.
>>68054 "Well, you see Mr., my daddy owns a shop on the other side of town, and there are these ponies that come in and take money from him. They say it is for his protection, and that I don't need to worry about it, but I've seen the way he looks the two times I was there when it happened. And well, you look like one of those people who fight to help others.
>>68055 "Of course. Or at least spy on them from a distance. They don't know who you are, so if they find you, it won't cause them to flee thinking there is a raid. Or shoot you. Keep your cool, and find out what is going on"
>>68056 Onyx looks like he's seriously considering saying no, before sighing and hanging his head down. "I'll help, but first I need to grab something. Can you wait here?"
>>68053 *Bowing intensifies* "I would wish to assist in anyway I can. If you would accept, I have brought a humble offering to the children of this establishment." She wheels in her (reduced) cart full of goods and pulls out the red envelope from her chest fluff. "As much as I could offer, for their sake."
>>68058 As Dark Star Leaves the building, he walks up to the minotuar in the lobby. "Excuse me which way to the docks?" you did say they were at the docks right?
>>68059 The colt looks up at him, impressed, and sits on the ground
>>68060 "Why, Praise Celestia! Sisters, we have donations! A number of other ponies come down, all wearing similar black dress. They go over to the cart, and pull up items. "We've been very poor. The Orphanage run by the Domanenicans had to shut down in Moonlight Shores..."
>>68061 Sea Breeze pulls out a map, and shows the approximate location. He doesn't know the exact building, and in any event they probably change it regularly
>>68063 The colt happily prances forward. You can see he was actually a decent way away from the shop. The shop is a flower establishment, and when he walks through the door, he gets a face full of pollen, and can see the Stallion who the colt says is his father: A tan Pegasus who looks a bit older and with a beard. When he moves, he seems to have a sort of limp, as if he had an injury to his side or his hip
>>68064 Sea Breeze nods, and Dark Star leaves the building. He has a holster for his revolver, and a permit, but the pistol is visible when he wears only a vest. Or whatever he wears
Sister Marery goes first into the room. The children seem to be frightened. They are actually hiding underneath covers. "It's okay little ones, it's not the Stallions from the Harbor. You can come out. This is Sister Ash, she comes from the East and has brought goods for us." The little colts and fillies come out. They look kind of malnourished, actually, and the clothing they have looks used
"We really can't say how grateful we are."
A little tan colt comes up to Ash "What are you supposed to be exactly?" A fillie pokes at her scales
>>68062 The envelope is rather gaudy, laced with chinese symbols like the envelopes given to children on new years (pic related). Inside is a considerable amount of money, worth more than 9000 bits. It should be enough to pay off the mortgage for he church, and pay for any renovations necessary. "My sisters pooled the last of our resources for this package. Our temple has been all but disbanded in these past few years; it's the least we could do to offer what we had left to the needy.." She looks somewhat gloomy ".. I have no place to return to.. I can only beg your hospitality, and pledge to you my services."
"You know father, the men who come in and take your money" He responds "for the seventh time, they are business associates of mine, nothing you need to concern yourself with. And who is this guy" "He's a big big guy who hurts dangerous things. He looks like one of the soldiers of old"
>>68070 Baltimare does not have the fancy Saddle Row of Manehattan, nor the high class boutiques of Canterlot, nor even the tailors of Filliedelphia. but it has it's selection, and a few shops exist in Baltimare worth your time and bits. What are you looking for?
>>68069 The Sister smiles warmly, her mood visibly lifting in the presence of the children. "I'm glad to meet you all." She says, kneeling down to eye level >What are you supposed to be exactly She passes for a bit, somewhat unsure how to respond "... I'm your new new Sister, of course..." She says, dodging the question
>>68076 You walk to the store of the Pommel Fashion line, a one story building with nice Stallion's dress in the front. A older stallion with grey hair greats you.
"Good afternoon sir" he says with a fancy accent "What can I do for you today?
>>68077 "Are you going to help us?" "What happened to sister Sage?" "your horn looks funny"
>>68079 "Well I just wasn't sure if we were being tricked into a loan or..."
>>68078 "No! come back! My dad needs help, he just won't admit it"
>>68082 "Indeed, we can get you a duster coat. As for the hat, well, I believe I know what you want, yes"
>>68083 "If you could stay around until they come. I know they come every month. They came a couple days ago and he told them he didn't have money. They said they would be back. Soon"
>>68081 *Tickles foal* "Yes, I will." Sister Ash takes the hoof of Marey, stopping her as she speaks. "Trust me. Only a wicked fool would think to deal 'loans' (she seems to spit this word out) to those who had nothing to offer themselves."
>>68086 The colt sits him down in the flower shop. A couple customers come in or out, mostly buying for funerals and grave sites... or something. He's actually not entirely sure what people buy flowers for. The colt seems to spend time helping water flowers and the like, or checking petals for damage and so forth, and putting price tags on things. Onyx sits there for like an hour. The Stallion tells him his name is Petal Prancer, and tells Onyx far more than he could ever want to know about flowers
>>68088 "Indeed they do. We have fifty shades of black"
>>68087 [Also whispering] "I cannot say that I am.. yet.. The people of my homeland are unfamiliar with the ways of your own. My allegiance is with nature, and my pledge to give up my body and spirit to those who cannot provide for themselves." Then she bows once more. "I humbly request to preach under your guidance, in service of these children."
>>68096 "My Name is Trim Fit, thank you sir. By the way, if you need anything else, I can tell you where to look"
>>68097 This is Baltimare. Baltimare. Hell yes there are run down buildings? What are you looking for, abandoned house, abandoned factory, buildings that were nice before they got hit with an Artillery shell?
>>68099 Well, I must say that you've come to the right place.
East of Main street, between the Harbor and the city square, lies the oak branch apartments. This was a very nice part of town with nice little shops on the first level and apartments above them. However, the nothern section had it's roof cave in after being hit by Naval artillery fire. The southern portion has a smaller hole in it's roof, but was abandoned for some reason. Something about an unexploded 500 lbs bomb in the basement, I don't know, normies are superstitious in their understanding of what is and is not a safe place to live. Anyways, it has several rooms that are actually not water damaged, even if all of the windows on the first floor have been broken by looters. Thanks to an abundance of abandoned buildings in Baltimare, you may not even have to share it. And if you don't like that, there are more
>>68101 "This seems a decent enough place to start" the shifty bat-pone Eeeeee's thinks to himself, his eyes taking in the remant aesthetics of the building. "Doesn't seem to be anyone here, and the price is right." he Eeeeee's as he carefully sidesteps broken glass and fragments of debris. Locating the most apparently stable room (preferably one with 2 exits) he unties his pack and begins laying out his bedroll. "Baltimare,..." he whispers quietly to himself as he lays down. He lays there, unable to sleep as his mind is racing.
>>68102 "Let me tell you. There's this tavern in center town that is neither Hoity Toity, nor a hive of villainy. Just right in the middle. It's Called the East Side Tavern on East Main"
>>68103 There is an entire apartment free, with an exit out the back and front
>>68107 You don't hear him until he's in the room. You get up to see a pissed off badger. Evidently the room wasn't so empty after all, as it yells at you in that weird animal language the vermin are liable to use
[1d20 = 16] >>68108 Is it hostile, or just pissy? "Oh ffs, piss off you damn,... what sort of insult DO you call a badger?" he Eeee's internally, hooking a hoof on one of his throwing knives.
>>68116 >>68117 The Knife lands right in the eye of the angry badger, and it falls to the ground, bleeding. Dead. It looks like, by right of adverse possession, you have won the apartment against the opposing claimant. Also, there is a dead badger getting blood on the floor
>>68118 You head down to the bar and see the establishment, a two story wooden building
>>68120 upon plunging your knife into it, you discover it had a tiny bit of life left in it as it bled out. But it's definitely dead now. And thus you learn the valuable lesson of the important of the Double Tap.
>>68121 At the moment, nopony appears to be outside of the establishment. At least, no pony you can recognize
>>68122 "Who's house?" he quietly mocks the badger before realizing that there's now a dead animal in his room. "At least it wasn't the cops," he sighs, dragging the body to another room before returning to retire for the night. "So far, so good" he Eeeeee's internally. "Too bad about that blight though, what I wouldn't give for a kiwi."
>>68132 "I mean a guy who works here. He doesn't usually bar tend though. Cleans dishes and such. Anyways, it's just me tonight, that's all I meant to say. Anyways, how's your day?"
A guy takes issue with his last point, and interjects "Oh please, Celestia declared war on them because she wanted to protect Griffons, and couldn't even keep the Changelings out of Los Pegasus. Hell, the Black hooves are the only ones who keep Chrysalis off Celestia's own throne"
>>68144 >>68144 “Well, that [i]is what the communists have been saying for the last several years now, so you aren’t alone in thinking that” He starts to clean a glass
>>68156 "They had gotten better over the years. It used to be we had to remove the ore with shovels. They brought in steam shovels, then real big steam shovels, first to remove the top soil, then to remove the ore. I did pretty much all of this over the years"
>>68157 "The Black Hoof party Values our Workers more than the Communist ever could. The communists only pretending they love the worker until they take power then the workers are oppressed terribly."
>>68162 Evidently not strong enough for your purposes
I don't drink alcohol, so I can't really say what it is doing and how long it would take, only that it's enough that the bar tender should be aware you wouldn't be allowed to legally drive a vehicle if it were in the U.S.
>>68170 Onyx sighs and looks at the kid. "Listen, I've been here for the better part of a day and I know more about roses than I ever cared to learn. How much longer will I have to wait?"
>>68175 The main portion of the orphanage includes a kitchen, a common area, a play area for the younger fillies and colts, and all of the room. The colts and fillies are of every race, mostly children who lost parents to disease, crime, or the War. The orphanage is definitely full, but seems as if it has fewer foals than sister mary's description of the situation would imply. The sisters act with extreme distrust to stragers, and many of the foals hide when Ash walks into the room, but warm to her almost immediately.
The building is attached to a nunnery, which includes multiple classrooms where nuns teach the children. There is a chapel that always has nuns praying to the Princesses, with nice stained glass windows, besides dorms an such for the sisters. Out back, there is a garden with edible plants, and a small graveyard
>>68177 Unfortunately, she doesn't know that much about the Pransiscan Order. All She can really know is that they are a mendicant order of the Universal Colt of the Goddess of the Sun founded many centuries ago by Saint Prancis of Ass-Easternly. They follow an ascetic lifestyle and preach helping the poor. You know they do charity work and religious education. Aside from that, you don't know much else
>>68178 An hour goes by, and ponies come in and out, and buy flowers. The father is finally about to close up shop
>>68182 The air is a bit colder now, sort of surprising for the time of year and location. Ponies are on the street, and the colt comes up to him, and holds onto his leg
>>68184 Some ponies pass by. Probably 5 minutes after closing time, a dark Earth pony and a Diamond Dog walk up, wearing black jackets. They walk past, and go in. No one has said anything to you nor have they said anything, but you can be pretty sure that these creatures are sketchy as hell. The Diamond dog's right claw is underneath his jacket. They approach the pegasus
>>68181 "They Believe in A Strong Independent Economy, coordinating large corporations with the state, busting labor unions, and strong state-based worker protections, so the People Dont Get Fucked over,like they did under celestia and would under communism."
>>68181 How many foals/nuns are staying there altogether? Sister Ash goes about the church, politely introducing herself to all the foals and the nuns. Later she asks Sister Marey (or whoever's in charge) where she can begin to help.
>>68189 I want to say there are around 10 nuns and 3 dozen foals, maybe more foals.
As stated before, the foals tend to be reticent, and the Sisters tend to avoid her or move away. Sister Marery starts to accompany her as she walks around to tell them "It's okay" and "she's not from the waterfront. They seem much nicer after that. Most seem fascinated by her scales and weird horn. Not only have they never met a kirin before, they haven't even heard of one
Sister Marery tells her we need help most with the laundry. But something tells me you would do well in the garden"
>>68190 The Earth pony looks at him, and the Diamond Dog turns fully towards him. The Diamond dog moves his hand out to show he is and has been holding a long knife, which he displays to Onyx. The Earth pony says "Oh, you want to go medieval?" The Diamond Dog says, in a voice that is a bit too high pitched for such a large creature "You're not with the police. Who sent you?"
>>68191 Now the bartender takes a drink. "How much?"
[1d20+3 = 20] [1d10+6 = 8] >>68194 He raises his eyebrows "That could be a 10% share"
>>68195 The more prominent portion of the garden concerns plants used for spices and the like. Mint, Rosemary, so forth. These plants grow bountifully. There is also a section that grows lettuce and tomatoes, besides peppers and cabbage. This is in less well shape. There is a small orchard of plums and apples, which the sister tells you don't grow as well here as in more temperate climates. You can see that there is a field where corn is growing, not fully successfully. Sister Rose tells you they made the field to try to see if the Earth ponies of the orphanage can learn how to grow. Not full success
>>68196 Hits, and rolling 1d10+6 damage on the Earth Pony. The Diamond Dog attacks with his knife
>>68197 Sister Ash closes her eyes and takes in the presence of the garden. In a subtle, whispered tone, she gives a silent prayer in her native language. And uses up her prepared *Plant Growth* spell, using the *Enrichment* power of the spell. Link for convinience: https://dnd-wiki.org/wiki/SRD:Plant_Growth
Then she picks up some gardening tools and puts herself to work.
>>68205 >>68206 >>68207 You have taken 18 total damage to health. You are bleeding badly. The Earth pony is disengaging and limping away. The ponies in the store are shocked.
>>68209 >>68213 The Earth Pony gets back up to continue to limp back out
>>68215 The colt smiles and waves. "You are my hero." As you leave the shop, probably at least six ponies across the street watch on in a kind of curious shock, having been alerted by the Mare
>>68221 4 Baltimare police officers are at the scene of a crime at a shop. Ponies talk to each other and whisper
>>68222 You manage to leave the street, but don't go far until a Pegasus and an Earth Pony pass you. They wear Blue Police uniforms and caps, with "BPD" on their uniforms. You are very visibly injured. They stop and address you, very clearly concerned about your wounds
"By Celestia, are you alright?" a mare asks, as if the answer weren't abundantly obvious
[1d20+10 = 17] >>68204 Well, that's going to occupy her for the rest of the morning. Rolling Survival to predict the weather for the next few days in advance (DC 15, +1 for each additional day). >I'm only asking this because some of my spells have varying affects depending on weather.
>>68224 The mares get on each side of him, and look more closely at his wounds
"You look like you've been stabbed"
>>68225 A police officer says "It looks like there was an altercation over a "protection" payment. One is dead. He's a known gangster. A crystal Earth pony is still missing, as is a dark Earth pony. Both are wounded and fled the scene"
A black uniformed officer walks up. You can immediately recognize him as the Green Earth Pony who was there when you were questioned at Black Hooves Headquarters
A civilian across the street whispers "good riddance" >>68226 Cloudy with a chance of rain, especially Tuesday
>>68227 >Cloudy Good. Sister Ash works for the rest of the morning in the garden, meticulously tending to the crops, plucking away weeds and parasites, watering the fruiting branches, and other mundane tasks.
"Dark Star isn't it? Anyways, this isn't really our jurisdiction. But you can see the local police are having their time with the local organized crime"
Meanwhile, the edgy bat-pone who has yet to introduce himself finally wakes up as the sun begins to set. "Fug,... hungry again. Guess I'd better go find something."
Onyx's eye twiches as he realizes he left his only possession in the store. >>68235 "It's merely a scratch, I was just on my way home to treat it myself"
>>68236 "There's crime syndicates. Exactly what they do is a bit mysterious, but this dog here was apparently in a protection racket"
>>68237 The Bat pone is indeed hungry. Now, where to go?
>>68238 The policemares look at him, and take a more serious tone "Sir, we're not allowed to let you go. According to city ordinance, all severely injured persons must be treated, and cannot refuse. Besides that, you look like you were the victim of a crime. I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but we can tell"
"Might as well try and find a place to eat." he Eeeeee's to himself. He makes his way from the apartment/house/place and ventures toward the downtown area, in hopes to find some tasty noms.
>>68241 Well, he's very wounded. One of the Mares is a pegasus and can fly. The other is an earth pony but is not wounded. Onyx is not currently charged or even suspected of a crime, but there were a hell of a lot of witnesses. He thinks he has a defense... will that work? He can't tell if running would be "evading police" or not.
>>68242 What kind of price range? There are many markets and restaurants in the city. Maybe also alternative food options
>>68243 "Better go with something cheap for now, until I get a better feel for the city," he Eeeeee's. It pains him to be frugal, but it would pain him worse to expend his resources too quickly. He's on his own now, and he can't afford to be frivolous.
>>68248 The store includes Apples, Apples, and shit loads of Apples. Pears also exist from u`p north near Ablion. Strawberries, imported from Tall Tales now in the Changeling lands, can be found but a little-bit pricier. Almost guarded near the register, are a set of Kiwi fruit, still untarnished from the fields of Great Cross, have a a higher price tag on them
>>68250 "We don't know what they call themselves. We know them only as 'The Waterfront' gang. I'm sure a baltimare officer knows more, but as I said, this isn't my jurisdiction"
>>68249 "Alright, we just needed to know if you were stabbed. Knife wounds go deeper and can cause internal bleeding. If it's just a glass cut we can stitch you up"
>>68254 Sure. One little thing though, new mareland is across the Sea. Would you like to head over to Baltimare or some other city in South East Equestria?
>>68257 The Grey Stallion emerges from the forests of Duskaway. An unpaved road is beneath him, and he can see the city off in the distance, with a few taller buildings and industrial smoke stacks. The tree line thins out with a few pastures and some agricultural fields, mostly of corn. The houses increase with density as he approaches
[1d20 = 16] As Sister Ash completes her work in the garden, she keeps an ear open to judge the other sisters' attitudes, asking a few inoffensive questions here and there as she gets to know them all. Rolling Gather Information to see what she can discern about these "waterfront" stallions, and what they meant to the orphanage.
>>68256 "Well don't just stand there, make like a cashier and sell me these!" Is what he thinks he says. What happens is he points toward the kiwis and lets out shrill "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
>>68260 The Cashier puts his hoof over his ears as the eeeeeeeing goes on. He takes 10 kiwis and places them in a bag "That will be 20 bits. They barely grow these anymore you know"
>>68259 When she asks, the mares get sort of hushed and sulk away. The foals too are afraid. Sister Marery finally gives an answer "A group of villainous scum they are. Offered to lend some money when the Ophanage was running low. We had no other choice. We took some. But then they came broke some things. And....." Sister Marery gets very quiet
>>68258 The gray pony explores the town until he can find a tavern, seeking a crewmember role on a ship travelling towards the general direction of New Mareland.
>>68266 He chooses the Watering Hole, as it sounded like something a tavern related to the docks. He enters the tavern, searching for a ship in need of dumb labor.
>>68262 Eeeeee'ing in satisfaction, he spirits away with the kiwis, only regretting that the store had the presence of mind to place them in a spot that made them difficult to steal. Yes, he paid for them, but he didn't like it.
The grey Earth pony enters the tavern, and sees several ponies drinking and talking to each other, some rather loudly.
Well, I will say that the original intent of the game was to have everypony stay in the region of South-East Equestria, and meet up to go on quests. Right now there are 5 seperate characters, including yours, doing their own things going on adventures. I don't mean to say your pony can't go to a tavern and look for crews to join, then go to new Mareland and have his own adventure, just that I have a seperate tavern scene for another character, a nunnery for another character, and so forth so my creativity is just a bit stretched. In a standard D&D setting you generally tell one story that 4 or 5 people are all a part of.
We love to have you, and I think you should flesh out your character a bit more. Perhaps you want to create stats for him? That helps with Fighting and dice rolls
>>68270 "ah well ill see you later,sir. ill report any findings on the waterfront gang i find to you next time im at hq" *DarkStar heads to the tailor*
>>68270 :3 Devouring one of the kiwis almost as soon as he left the shop, he feels the blissful satisfaction os the delectable fruit coursing through him. Stopping to deposit his remaining kiwis at his makeshift home, "Alright, now it's time to find some trouble," he Eeee's to himself, before setting off toward a tavern.
>>68270 Oh wait, I was where everybody else was? Damn. Sorry GM. By the way, I have a crude sheet for him, don't worry. Fighter, Str is highest, proficiency in unarmed.
The gray stallion deflated at such magnitudes of ponies dazzling about, clearly lost among the mass of ponies. There must be an easier way to travel at New Mareland. He realized he's tired from the trip and decides to stay at Baltimere Which I hope there's the other players somewhat for some time, trying to get used to the place.
>>68276 "I could potenially use some rope, Maybe Some Bird Food" *gestures to owl on his shoulder* "Are there any where, where there are a large number of rats?" >>68267 Welcome aboard New Fren, Have you played many RPGS?
>>68283 That looks like a decent build for a Fighter. Also, mind that previous Earth ponies get +2 to Stength and Constitution, and a bonus feat at first level.
I will be leaving soon, but there are 4 other ponies and Kirin in Baltimare, only one of whom is being detained by police. You may interact with them while I am away
>>68279 Well, I think I will be leaving soon enough. I will try to make some posts and replies over the night but I will not be at my laptop.
>>68283 Starting level 5, Here are the Earth pony racial modifiers:
Earth Pony and Crystal pony: +2 strength +2 constitution One free feat Tactile hooves One free skill maxed out Cannot perform arcane magic
It's stronger than a base D&D race, but hopefully balanced with the other races
>>68292 I'd rather not be lawful, but if unarmed fighter can't keep up with standard D&D meta, I can change its proficiency to a sword or spear. Didn't want to be lawful
>>68302 A tribesman from the Forbidden Jungles. Strength is the norm. Has ventured to complete his path to adulthood. Sorryy for lack of response, trying to fix a bit the char sheet unsuccessfully.
>>68303 mine is Dark Star An Orphaned pony that is looking to the Black Hoofs, For assistance. The only Friend He has Left is his Owl Companion. He is Currently on a mission to take down Some suspected Communists for the Black Hoofs Party.
>>68303 No rush; the DM isn't even here. Your character sounds pretty cool. I'm playing a Kirin Druid. She's a disciplined, faithful, ascetic mare who put gave up comfortable life to pledge dedicate herself in service to the poor. She works as a healer and herbalist, helping those who cannot help themselves.
>>68302 >>68301 >>68300 Ok, so I know I have 19 STR and 13 Con for earth pony trait, also took some perks for unarmed exclusively. Put some points in jump, climb, move silently and hide. (+1, +1, +0,5, +0,5 respectively) Will add another feat for my race, taking Stunning Fist if possible. If not, I'll take Combat Reflexes. Am I doing this right or am I missing something?
>>68314 >those eyes I’m not sure you want to use that color scheme. Or use it, see what happens.
>>68316 That will work, just please note that fighters only have 2 skill points per level plus 8 at the beginning. With an intelligence modifier of -1 plus your cutie mark skill points, you only have 16 skill points, 8 of which must be in one skill that relates to the character’s cutie mark.
Also, a character who is s native pony of the forbidden jungles is a splendid choice
>>68319 You only get a 1/1 ratio of skills/points on class-specific skills. Cross-class skills advance at 2/1. For a fighter, that includes things like moving silently, which is predominantly a rogue skill
>>68320 Thank you. So after the first 8 from normal D&D I put 8 more limited to cutie mark relevance. Then I have the rest of the skill points to distribute as I please or I just have 16 points total?
>>68324 You have only 16 total if we strictly adhere to the rules for the fighter class. That other player with 56 points is playing a Ranger, which has more skill points
>>68336 I haven't thought very far into detail in terms of backstory, but I think i:'ve got my character's traits semi figured out. I decided she would have come to the city because it would be the logical place to find impoverished ponies. She's only concerned with helping the poor, in addition to natural creatures. I'll expand on how her dispositions cane to be later on, as she interacts with other characters.
>>68337 Huh, it's flexible. Wonder how you'll expand him later. Lots of potential, can go anywhere. >>68338 It's nice. Good waifu material. Can't wait to see her backstory. >>68339 I bet she/he is addicted to mangos
>>68278 He looks astonished, as he was apparently expecting something different.
"Rope... There is a hardware store on Mareton Hoofer King Avenue that sells rope. As for Rats.... You may find those wondering about in trashcans on the same street at no cost."
When he gets to the East side tavern he can see a few ponies there. In the corner a jolly stallion in a sailor's uniform speaks to an older wealthy looking fellow with a fine unicorn mare next to him, lost in a conversation. At the bar, the bartender yells something about his help being three hours late, as a Brown, overly edgy earth pony walks in and head to the bar. Besides ponies playing pool and so forth.
>>68288 The Policemares grab onto him and walk him to the Police Station. Everytime he moves his forehoof, he feels a sharp pain, which the policemares do not fail to notice. They take him into a room with a table, and set him down. He is left alone for two minutes, and a Unicorn stallion, light grey coat comes in, along with a pink pegasus mare with a blue cap. The Stallion says to him
"You are not under arrest at this time, we just have a few questions for you"
He looks at you. "Do you perhaps need something to handle your pain?"
>>68293 I know alignment is normally a big part of D&D mechanics, especially in older systems like 3.5, but I am fine doing things differently. In a normal D&D campaign, you make a character, and that character reacts to the world thrown at it based upon its personality. Here, I kind of want to throw the characters into the world, and you make choices as they are presented, and the character becomes who the character is based upon the choices made. That's the hope anyways
>>68351 "A few hundred bits, depending on your preferences.
"What we have in stock are a few... Army surplus vests. Nylon fabric with steel plates woven in, used by Equestrian pilots in the war as protection against shrapnel. They've become somewhat popular among wealthy ponies who think themselves possible targets of crime. They will not stop a rifle bullet, but they might stop a knife or fragment of shrapnel.
I cannot tell you it will feel like you are wearing nothing at all. You will feel the weight on you, it will make you a little less maneuverable, and a little harder to jump or swim. But you may just be able to fit one underneath your jacket without any pony noticing."
>>68353 He takes you into the back into another room. It has several suits of armor. He picks up a green vest. It has a little thickness to it, but doesn't look heavy when he holds it.
"This one here is a... fairly standard airman's jacket, against the Changeling air-defense guns. It is mostly heavy Nylon, with some steel plating. Around 12 pounds, not too bulky or heavy. It costs 300 bits."
>>68355 "It can stop many knife attacks, yes. But I don't know if I can guarantee you a knife that hits solid into it won't pierce it. What I can tell you now that it will improve your odds against all manner of danger - artillery, knife, claw, and maybe a glancing or distant bullet. Many an airmare is alive today because of it."
Deciding to get accostumed to the city and earn some bits, the gray stallion seeks work as muscle for any pony willing to buy his service. He will do that on the outskirts of the Watering Hole, as the lack of space would bother him a bit.
>>68348 *Approaches the bardtender* "Eee <clears throat>.. I mean, I couldn't help but over-hear that you might be short-handed. I'm between jobs at the moment, and while I was hoping to find a drink, I could just as soon fill in for you."
>>68363 The stallion looks at The Bat with a sort of astonishment. He is in genuine pause for a minute.
"I definitely need the help. If you could clean tables and the floor *beat* that'd be very useful"
He hands over a wiping rag
>>68361 She dare not speak the unspeakable, and her expression conveys sadness, fear, horror, and guilt
>>68360 You wonder if perhaps tales of the unemployment in baltimare are overrated, as a blue Earth pony gives out a holler
"We got a cargo that just came in in the harbor and our normal hooves can't handle it. Looking for ponies to unload the ship in the next few hours. 3 bits an hour"
>>68364 The gray stallion approaches the blue pony. "Hello", he says, "I will move the boxes you want. Show me where the "cargo" is and it will go there"
>>68367 The first table has only a few empty glasses on it, with a plate, so you guess there must have been food served or something? Anyways, it's totally unsuspicious to clean, and more importantly is right next to a booth containing the pegasus in the sailor's uniform, and an older stallion with his overly cute unicorn mare
>>68364 Sister Ash's decides it's better for her not to pry into matters; instead she lowers her head in sympathy. "I can see you have suffered.. you've been forced to make many difficult decisions. You have my sincere condolences.." Then she turns around slowly, as she picks up her broom (I'm subbing the cane for a broom, because it fits her character better) to return to work.
>>68369 A little fillie comes by and wags her tale at sister Ash. "Were you sent here by Celestia? Sister Rosemary tells us that she looks after each of us, and she will return to save us some sunny day"
>>68366 The stallion follows. "Why do you need help with this? You seem tough enough to move puny boxes around." He glances at the Captain dissapointedly, looking for any excuse as to why he'd need help for such a simple job. He also inspected the crew that had to move the cargo, maybe he's the only capable stallion around here.
>>68371 He seems a little annoyed by this question "It's a lot of cargo, and it needs to be moved quickly. We need all the ponies we can get for it. Now are you in?"
>>68373 The little fillie wags her tale. She says sadly "Our dreams haven't been as happy since the armnis-cis-cyst. It used to be that even when I had a bad day, I could go to my dreams to be away from it"
>>68372 After a bit of thought, he reluctantly nods. "I don't have anything else to do. I... "am in" as your folk say." His posture slouched a bit, annoyed as well. Here's hoping that these bits are worth the trouble. Guess life in this "cee-vee-li-sei-tion" is as boring as foraging. "Now, point me to the cargo and where to place it."
[1d20+7 = 27] >>68374 >dreams I feel like answering to this appropriately requires a knowledge (religion) check, on the subject of Celestia and Luna, to see what Sister Ash actually understands about Luna's dreamweaving. Also, would non-Equestrians have experienced this too? Have *everyone's* dreams been messed up since Luna was captured?
>>68375 The stallion walks you down to the docks, at least a half-mile past shops, then factories, then warehouses, to a specific dock.
"This one, right here."
He points his hoof to a red painted ship called the Swift Pheasant that seems to have itself only just arrived, as up-swells of water imply that maneuvering thrusters are on, and a crew seems to be throwing ropes over to moor the ship. You can see the the crew from a distance. Half are Earth ponies, but half are a creature you've never seen before in your life: what you understand to be 'griffons.' The registry below the ship name is "Skyfall." You can see more ponies - and a few zebra and one diamond dog - assembled in a group waiting to unload the ship. Your little group recruited in town joins with this group, and the Earth pony yells out to you: "We got a few dozen crates to transfer before 3 PM, that's two hours from now. Half will go to that ship over there, and half will go by truck into town. Do as I tell you"
>>68376 Dreamweaving is the careful art of the Princess of the Night, Princess Luna, who crafts delicate dreams to her followers, most especially young foals who need the emotional support. With the power of her alicorn magic she visits a great multitude each night. The magic naturally responds to the emotions of each foal, and she gives the dream a more personal touch where a foal needs particular guidance or life lessons. Only Believers receive pleasant dreams from the Princess, while those who do not believe suffer nightmares and dreamless slumbers - a small taste of "what dreams may come" after death.
>>68378 Assorted dreams of daily life, fears of public speaking while naked, and the occasional dream of wondering through the forest and experiencing life in a way that makes her feel like she is connected to something greater in the cosmos. She has never had a dream that included Princess Luna, even since she was a young.... fillie?
[1d20+5 = 14] >>68377 "Fine." He walks towards the crates. While it's a boring job, showing strength will earn respect. That much was truth at home. He'll carry as much as he can without breaking a sweat. He'll focus on transporting the half towards the floating metal hunk.
I'll post my load capacity over head here: "Lift over head: 400 lb". Heavy load is between that and 267. Also I'll place a strength roll just in case its needed, also practicing how to use the dice
>>68382 And indeed, his strength in transporting crates is noticed. He can carry on his back crates that would otherwise take two ponies. A number of crates are transported first to a waiting truck that immediately leaves. The truck it's self is a a two and a half ton with a fabric canopy like an army logistics truck, and it leaves immediately. A few more crates now are hauled a thousand yards further down the docks to another much smaller ship called "The Jungle Express" with a Mareida registry.
As you come back for another crates, the two pegasi handling a crate being lowered by the crane shout "lookout!"
>>68379 >>68377 >>68374 Sister Ash pauses for a moment, a subtle air of confusion then worry washing over her; her wishing she could understand the filly's turmoil more deeply. She retains her adamant composure though, taking a breath as the thinks of how to answer the filly. "... Around the world.. ponies have been having difficult times.. Many ponies, even the Princesses, have been struggling to make ends meet, and you, me, and everypony in Equestria have been feeling it... But that's only for us grown-ups to worry about..." She stops for a moment, hoping she hasn't disturbed the filly. "...We all struggle together, which is why we have to think work are hardest to help one another. All of the sisters have been trying their best to let the foals in this Abby live happily together, so be a good little filly and do the same for your friends here.." Another pause ".. Do you underdtand..?" she asks, tilting her head slightly counterclockwise.
>>68384 He manages to roll out of the way of the falling crate, which crashes down on the docks and shatters. Wood break apart in splinters, and the contents come out: Rifles. Bolt action rifles of what seem to be a foreign manufacture. They must not have been made for ponies, because the trigger guard is much to small to allow a hoof inside, unlike the rifles with giant trigger guards that you've seen in the forbidden jungles. Many of the rifles spread about over the dock and two fall into the water
The deck foreman is horrified and yells "Get these up! Quickly!"
>>68385 The little fillie seems put at ease, and is silent for a moment.
"I think I hear what you're saying" she says
"When we went down to the soup kitchen, there was a colt who said similar things, and so did the stallions who worked there." She continues "They told told us about the struggles we all face. The workers, the poor, the ophans. He said we were all united in a struggle. Every creature - pony, Zebra, Griffon." You can tell she wants to name another race, but can't actually name it. "You."
"The sisters won't let us go back there because she says she they spook bad about the church and about the Princesses."
[1d20+5 = 25] Time for some paddling The grey stallion jumped down into the water, intending to snatch those two rifles that had fallen down the dock. Time to show the strength of the Earth Pony.
[1d20+1 = 5] >>68389 Swim underwater and attempt to hide one of the bolt action rifles somewhere at the shore if possible. While he'd want to hide both, it would hurt his honor to just jump into water without any results.
>>68390 Well, here's the thing. The shore has a concrete sea wall that lets ships come right up to it, and the dock itself is wooden in the pattern docks are famous for. So it's not perfectly clear where to hide it
[1d20+7 = 16] >>68391 Damn After looking at his surroundings, he realised there's no way to actually hide these guns here, no land near shore to bury or any other dry patch to hide it in. Instead he simply decides to take both rifles and climb into the ship. No chance for profit from it, but at least he'll gain some renown... if these still work that is.
>>68393 The deck foreman looks over to you and is clearly astonished for the feat of swimming, as he had already written off in his mind any cargo that fell over the side. He is speechless for a moment, then yells "Get these things up"
After a minute, some ponies come in with a new crate, and they start to place them inside
[1d20+4 = 20] >>68394 "I will," he starts walking towards the remaining crates "However, you almost broke a crate on me." He glares at the foreman. "While that would not have hurt me a lot, It still shows disrespect towards me, and I will not let you get away with that." He steps closer towards the foreman "I will take an eighth of the price the crate that almost fell over me or else I will challenge you to a fight for my honor." He is now right in front of the foreman "I will not let this stand down"
>>68387 The Sister nods in understanding, setting her broom and dustpan aside to near down by the filly "When times are hard, some ponies can be find it difficult to be gracious. They're so concerned for the sake of themselves and their friends that they sometimes stray and may lose faith in others. The Princesses of this land are struggling indeed, and they cannot offer so much of what they used to; so some ponies may feel that they're alone." She pauses and looks around "To the sisters of this Abby, who offer all they have for nothing, such words can be painful. But understand, that they only care for your well-being; so that you can know that you are loved."
>>68405 From your position at the table, you can see that they are at a table in a booth, and seem to be talking about their own adventures of sorts. The Sailor in particular talks of his experiences in a recent stop at the City of Los Pegasus
"Now, don't misunderstand me. I went to the casinos there when Gladmane ran the place, and then when Flim and Flam ran it. I have great respect for those stallions and what they did with Los Pegasus. But this new Tasian, wow!
Hear this. Now you know dancing fillies and the like? Get this? Mares that change shape to look like any mare you like. A princess, an element of harmony, you name it. A perfect replica who will look at you with predatory eyes, let you take her back to the hotel room and do anything to her you like. For cheap too!"
The older stallion seems entranced by the concept of shape-shifting prostitutes. The mare seems to be able to hold back her disgust and revulsion at the two, and is the most drunk. She is focused on the stallion
>>68406 No, that dice roll was the other character's intimidation roll. He lost, you won, and he is retreating a little back. Now you chose what to say next
[1d20+4 = 11] >>68401 Well, hopefully I'm even more intimidating to obtain the dosh without a fight
"Well?" The stallion stands, forelegs bent, ready to strike. "Will you comply to my demands and restore my honor or will I have to fight you to prove my worth?". He snarls a bit, showing his teeth. "Because I will not tolerate my honor being tarnished."
>>68407 The little fillie seems sated by this, and goes back to her room. A sister comes up to sister ash after 15 minutes or so
"Beggin' your pardon, but a - you're not from around here are ya?"
She knows that the next question is probably a bit insensitive and inappropriate, and maybe that's why she waited until she could find Ash alone "What exactly do you believe when it comes to the divine?"
>>68409 "Interesting" He nods "You were found walking down 6th street bleeding and with wounds, were you not?"
>>68410 The foreman clearly does not want to pick a fight with a stronger, native pony, and backsaway. A mare walks forward from the shore, with a hat and a long jacket
"I take it you're not from around here, are you kid?" She says confidently
>>68412 "Do not interfere, mare," his heads snaps towards the intruding mare. "He has almost killed me by the incompetence of his crew and now I seek retribution for his deed. I will not be trampled on by one who only contols a floating hunk of metal." He looks towards the stallion again. "Now, do you comply, or do I have to fight?"
She looks back at him and smiles "Accidents happen, and not every crane operator is worth his pay. Now, I don't think you understand who runs this show. This stallion here is my underling, and you are his underling. And this, here, is my cargo. And those pegasi who dropped the crate, are somegriffon else's mooks"
She smiles again "Welcome to Baltimare. I don't think we've been properly introduced. But all you really need to know is, don't fuck with us"
>>68415 He looks at the mare, eyebrows raised slightly. "What filthy mouth you have, mare. Stallions are too soft around here that mares have more wit than a stallion. Truly a disgrace." He shakes his head. "I have made my point. Hopefully you will obtain better workers that do not fail you again." He walks up towards the mare. "I will not fight you, mare." He stops in front of her. "I am Iron. I am willing to move the crates again."
>>68419 "I only fight for my honor. He tarnished it. I see your compassion, mare." He smiles softly. "Truly you can be a great mother for your childern." Iron's head veered towards the foreman, smile fading. "It is sad that you have to protect these overgrown colts from actually facing their problems." He looks back towards the mare. "I will move the crates now, as agreed." He starts walking towards the crates.
>>68420 At this point, another stallion enters the room. He wears a black uniform that also appears to be some kind of policemare's uniform, with a hoof symbol on the shoulder. He is a green Earth Pony stallion with yellow hair and seems to have a prosthetic hind right hind leg
The pink mare says to him "Homicide is the jurisdiction of the Baltimare Police. Not yours"
"Maybe" He pulls out a cigarrette and leans against the wall as he tries to light it. "But insurrection is in my jurisdiction, and this guy right here..." He points to Onyx. "Was found with this little beauty on his pony" He pulls out the communist leaflet Onyx had and holds it up, before taking a long huff of his cigarette.
The pink mare is offended. "possessing pamplets of the Baltimare Communist party isn't illegal"
He blows out his smoke in the direction of the mare. "No more illegal than killing in defense of others" She glares at him. "Continue" He motions with his hoof.
She looks back to Onyx, "And so what happened next?"
>>68421 She doesn't move from her spot, but all of the ponies, who were watching the scene, get back to work moving the crates. There is a feel of urgency to it now, and the mare watches on
>>68422 "After that you guys found me and took me to get stiched up" Onyx pulls off as much of a shrug as a pony can. "Ah for the leaflet? Some idiot spouting heresy against the princesses gave me that. Hadn't even looked over it."
>>68422 Iron keeps moving the crates as instructed, same amount as before the incident. "Cee-vee-lai-sei-tion" sure made the population weak. He shaked his head. Poor mare, he thought, had to defend these stallions when naturally it is the other way around. He sighed softly, this trip sure cemented his belief that this is a hidden hell for everyone, slowly burning their natural instinct and leaving them defenseless.
>>68426 When the crates are moved, the foreman directs all of the ponies to get off of the docks. Noticeably, only the crates on the top of the deck have been moved, and the ship is still more full than not. At 3PM, a pony in green officer's clothing and several griffons go onto The Swift Pheasant
>>68425 They pay you mind, looking back at you. The mare starts to spout something about prostitution exploiting vulnerable mares, but then retracts the statement when she senses it doesn't apply to the situation
>>68427 The blue uniformed stallion now asks you forcefully "How did it happen?"
>>68429 You are at a distance from the ship, but you can hear the stallion shout "customs!" The griffons carry carbines and the green uniformed pony looks unarmed. The mare and the deck forepony instruct everypony to remain out of view
>>68428 "The horse pulled a blade, I charged. Then the dog got me, providing the wounds your officers saw. I then got him, and chased the horse. You know the rest"
The two ponies look at you a bit frustrated, with the third pony carrying a look of indifference
"We have six ponies who say they saw you running from the scene. But the only two who saw the killing said the dog was holding the knife the whole time and was clearly threatening with it"
>>68430 Iron walks towards the mare to inquire about this ship and its owner. While he is at it, he will ask some questions about the city itself, such as any opportunities for strength related work inside the city. He will also ask for his pay, since he did not recieve it after the whole crate moving business.
[spoilers]Unless it is already taken and didn't notice.
>>68433 >The ship "Skyfall Trade Federation. Griffons overseas. We tell the Customs agents it's Talouse. As for any other details I wouldn't share them with you even if I knew."
>The City "This is no land of opportunity. It wasn't before the war and it certainly is not now"
>The pay "I can tell you now you forfeited that when you disrespected and then intimidated our Capo. Normally, when a pony disrespects a capo, they all of their legs broken by a tire iron. And hell, try to fight and I would have had those griffons above you put a couple bullets into your thick head, tie your hooves to cinder-blocks then toss you out at sea. That is what happens when you mess with the Waterfront gang. But you aren't from around here, so your ignorance can be forgiven, and we'll let you go free. And let me tell you, I admire your strength and your audacity, I think you could go very far. So if you want to make all of that money back and much, much more in just a short amount of time, we may have a Job for you that suits your talents better than moving crates"
>Opportunities for strength related work There are a lot of ponies in this city who owe us money, and we could really use a debt collector as big, strong, and as intimidating as you. Just today we have a new job opening. And let me tell you, no one will be disrespecting you. So if you want to make money with all that muscle..." \r
>>68411 "... 'The Divine'.. is something more sophisticated than I could ever hope to understand, let alone explain.. I come from a far away land, very different from this one.. Where I come from, pegasi do not interfere with nature, nor do the foals of the Earth till the soil when it is already fertile.. Clergy is not so formal to my people: our circles and temples come and go with the wind, settling when and where they are needed. The winds spoke to me to come to this land, and so I came to pledge my service to the creatures of this land.. But again, a mare of faith should not need a reason to serve the poor, should she? Ponies.. are peculiar creatures.. They are so unconditionally loved by creation,and yet at times they can stray to believe that they are alone. They build spawling cities where lush grasslands and forests once stood; they build worlds to meet their desires, and yet also bring their own suffering.. So peculiar, but so beautiful.. My own faith is one one of self-dicipline.. For my kind, faith is our way of quelling the fires that ravage our beings, in life and in death. We assemble circles every few centuries to nuture our soldidarity, to protect the world from both ourselves and the nameless horrors of the beyond. Our circles were once made up of magi, who bound together to fight evil and ugliness whereever it stood.. but the temple that I trained in is no more, for it stood where it was not needed, and thus drifted away. I too sought out faith to quell the fires within me as well, fires that blazed and blistered until they threatened to destroy me from within.. I wasn't always such a patient mare; no, I was wild as I was naive.. In the past I made mistakes; I've broken many things, and lost many things, and so now I've chosen faith to guide my path. I spent many years alone looking for faith, learning from what the trees told me.. At one point, I believed that I was growing callous, but as I wandered across the continent alone, I found that I could see things that others could not. I see when creatures are suffering, struggling against illness, evil, and destitute. I had myself taught myself to live without wealth, joy, security, shelter, or even love, but the creatures of this realm still struggle; and thus can only I offer up my body in service." The pauses for a moment, then turns ".. These Princesses that you speak of.. although I do not know them, feel righteous to me, since they are able to let such a selfless establishment as this abby exist.. I sense they've worked for many centuries to allow your people to grow in peace.. but today.. they too must struggle.. I pray for them, and for all of you.. I would love to know these Princesses some day as well."
>>68428 "Sorry folks, maybe its not my place to say, but I'd be cautious about ponies that can appear as any sort of pony you'd want. I mean, prostitution is kind of a touchy subject as it is, without involving crazy magic or,... well,... bugs. Are you alright on your drinks? I can have a waiter over here in a jiffy."
>>68434 Iron laughs at the mare. "Your attempts at ruthlessness are funny. At least you have more spine than your... "cah-po". Poor stallion lost his balls underwater." He audibly laughs, then maintains a small grin. "You have a deal, mare. How will the money arrive to me when my deeds are done?"
>>68439 "Didn't your mommy and daddy teach you respect? He's a made stallion, and in Baltimare, that's a title that carries weight. As for business, you take the money from them and give 4/5 to us, and you keep the remainder. You'd be working with a partner who will direct you where to find debtors and where to deliver the money"
>>68436 They still look a bit dumbfounded at the interjection. The mare finally says "I'll have another drink"
>>68441 Iron nods. "Very well then, mare. I hope your money is actually good. I would be dissapointed to see you flaunting about power when the only ones that owe you are small merchants that are broke." The stallions turns around. "As for your first question, I only respect the strongest. The one that can fend off anyone by themselves, especially without those tools of war you have. I will be at the outskirts when you need me. I am going to rest a bit." He leaves the city and sets camp at the outskirts, intending to rest a bit until the supposed partner arrives.
>>68443 "Hahhaha," she laughs, "it's not 'our' money you should hope is good. Go to the Watering hole at sundown. The guy we would normally pair you with is severely injured, so we have a fill in. They'll meet you there. But so you know, jungle boy. Once you leave those trees, you'll find there are many kinds of strength"
[1d20 = 12] >>68444 Iron nods as he walks off, heading to the outskirts. Meanwhile he checks the time by looking at the time of day. He decides to forage a bit of food and attempts to rest near a tree.
>>68447 Sister looks at the space where the mare once stood, contemplating if she's said anything that may have disturbed the mare. Having done all she can in the garden and the halls, she proceeds to go to help with the laundry.
>>68449 "Something with alcohol in it. lots of alcohol in it"
>>68448 Well, he could find two wild turnups, a couple fruit, and.... well, Grass. A decent amount of grass
>>68450 >not doing some sort of dice roll to determine what it was She goes over to where a sister and an older foal are washing the laundry. It's a large stack of mostly bed-sheets, with some foal's clothing, and the sister's garments. The washing is in a metal tub. Clothes are made wet, scrubed with soap, then scrubbed hard and repeatedly with a smooth river stone against a hard plank, dipped in water repeatedly, and rinsed off in a seperate tub of non-soapy water, before being sent through a ringer and hung to dry on lines in an area on the roof of the orphanage. I remember when I washed clothes the old way at a homeless shelter in Rome...
>>68451 And she's great at it, perhaps even inspired by Celestia
>>68460 "Adios Mother Hoofer, I'll have the bartender make you one and you can try it." *quickly runs off to the bartender (I know he said he'd get a waiter, but fuck that)* "Hey, I need an AMH for the lady over there." He nods toward the mare in question. "Who is she, do you know?"
>>68461 "I can't say I know her personally. But she likes to follow around the guy with the biggest paycheck or the most power she can find, and she has the body and the looks to do that pretty easily. I think her daddy is someone, but I'm not sure. And what's an AMH?"
>>68460 A while back, when the Sister recommended her to do it. It was the first thing she did, before predicting the weather. She even used up her Third level Plant Growth spell to enrich the garden to supernatural levels (33% more productive for the next year).
>>68463 >Using magic to increase plant growth Maybe she can learn the special role ponies play in complimenting nature after all, rather than simply standing aside
>>68465 >tfw to excited to finish reading "Thanks for the vests, ill be going now. heres a tip" *DarkStar gives the tailor pony 100 extra bits* *He then leaves the store and heads for the factories near the docks*
As for if you want to go to the Factories near the docks, be aware that tonight is not a night you were told was a meeting night. So you can go reconnoiter if you like, but there are other ways to explore the socialist presence if that is your intent
>>68469 "Sure...." He makes the drink, and hands it back
>>68473 She gleefully takes the drink "I'm Petunia Prancer"
>>68475 He looks slightly to his left, and sees a poster for a rally by Golden Delicious of the Baltimare Socialist Party at the convention center. Tonight actually
>>68487 When he gets there he can see a number of ponies assembled out side in various groups talking. There are several officers of Black and Blue. There are small stands set up next to the building, and many ponies are already heading inside
[1d20+3 = 5] >>68490 Well, I guess I'll start by spending my prepared Purify Food And Drink Orison to prep the ingredients and give them a small circumstance bonus to the cooking check. Rolling to use Aide Another action, to give an addition bonus (lending a hand).
>>68492 >A 5 I'm not entirely sure what you are attempting there, but i think it failed. One pony is cutting vegetables, and another sets a fire for a pot to boil
>>68493 Sister Ash just does what she can to help the working ponies, taking advantage of her telekinesis to take the burden off of anyone who would have had to use their hooves.
>>68500 Sister Ash busies herself with the cutting. "Do you handle the cooking every day here?" She asks Catherine, as she picks up the knife with her scarlet horn
>>68501 He finds a unicorn mare with red hair, along with a stallion, also a unicorn, a little larger
"Oh, you are new?"
>>68502 "We rotate the chores around, and today is my day to help cut the vegatables. mostly my job is to teach the foals how to read and write in ponish. I lead several classes 4 days a week for the foals of various ages
>>68505 Ok, I am back and ready to pretend it's sundown already
Iron, seeing the sun near the horizon, travels back to the city having a little rest and some food to fill up his energy again. He stops at the entrance of The Watering Hole, inhaling deeply. He prays that the tavern was less crowded than the first time when he tried to directly go to New Mareland. He opens the door and steps inside.
>>68507 She looks skeptical at first, but then starts talking about communism
"Yes, the princesses and nobles for years have been made rich off of the labor of hard working ponies. Like you Earth ponies. Now, wealthy industrialists are taking much from the lower classes, forcing them into long working hours and into conditions that are in-equine. And these changelings are parasites even worse than the rich. New mareland also taxes us and keeps the industrialists in power, while preaching a pony-exclusive message. But the poor and disadvantaged are the poor and disadvantaged everywhere. Griffon, pony, all are robbed of the fruits of their labor.
We want the working class to unite and take control of the means of production"
>>68509 He walks in and looks forwards for a minute, when a voice says behind him "You must be the new guy. The Underboss told me about you. You're a stallion from the wild who hasn't been broken in yet"
>>68510 Hell if I know, but everypony in Equestria speaks Ponish. That is, except for some of the pony tribes of the Forbidden Jungles who speak Neighuatl. New Marelanders speak Ponish, changelings have their own language but pretty much everyone you could reasonably encounter speaks Ponish, there's another pony nation that i don't think has been mentioned yet, and the Griffons speak like a half dozen different languages
>>68511 Iron turns around and seeks the voice behind him, intent on checking who he is and what he is carrying. After this he asks about his "work", like who the person he should visit. After this, he inquires about his part in the job.
>>68513 I guess pony replaces Common in this setting then. I get Common, Druidic, and one extra language based on Intelligence (plus any racial automatic languages available to Kirins), so I guess I'll take Neighuatl to round out any language barriers. If that's not available, I'll just take Ignan, Terran or something else related to the elements monsters.
Sister Ash continues working in the kitchen, helping the ponies with whatever they ask for, for as long as it takes to finish preparing the meal.
>>68515 I intended to give a description, but forgot
The voice comes from a Zebra Mare, who is a bit smaller than Iron. She has a sort of basic dress and a saddle bag. If she is holding a weapon it isn't immediately visible at least from this angle. She has the same sort of Caribbean accent as Zecora, but lacks her rhyming skills
>work "A few stallions we loaned money too, gambling debts as well. We will be visiting their residences.
>his part I will do most of the talking. You are here if they need any more persuasion, and if they try anything. The capo will know if we try to short him, avoid police, and don't kill anypony or let any guns go off, because that'll get police on you."
>>68517 She seems a little surprised that you asked this question, but answers happily "Why Stalliongrad has recently managed to stop all food shortages with their agricultural collectivization, and over in Brodfield they threw off the shackles of the old nobility
>>68516 >common and druidic Well, sure, if "common" is ponish, and "druidic" is the kirin language. >Neighuatl Tell me how she knows Neighuatl if she's never been to Equestria
>>68518 Onyx looks back over his shiny and slightly translucent coat. "Well, uh. I figured the fact that I'm a crystal pony would show that I'm from the Crystal Empire."
>>68518 Well, I get one bonus language based on intelligence, plus the equivalent to Common. Druidic is an obscure magical language that comes to a Druid upon taking their first level; it is forbidden to teach. It would not be available to non-druid kirins. If Neighuatl isn't on the table, I'll just take Ignan: the language of Fire Elementals.
>>68521 >>68522 Well, I guess that meta can be dealt with later.
Sister Ash proceeds with her work in preparing the meal, making small talk with the nuns about their shifts and schedules as she gets to know the workings of the abby.
>>68519 He follows her to an apartment building, and she knocks on the first door "Who is it?" "We're here to collect our money. We loaned you last month and it's due now" "I haven't got it" "I can smell you've got the money for alcohol."
She decides to get some input from Iron to let him try
>>68520 The green Stallion interjects "Well, with that King Sombra coat he doesn't exactly shimmer in the light, but if he's not lying, that'd mean he's stateless
>>68521 We're doing this based on the pony universe. I didn't say it was impossible, I just asked how it is plausible
>>68523 "You see, when the nobles or the industrialists own the means of production, they take the products of the labor. Think of a serf on a farm. The serf's labor works the land and makes it grow food. But the landowner takes the fruits of the land, and only gives enough back to the serf for the serf to survive, if that. But really, the landowner hasn't created any value. Only the Serf has done that. It's more or less the same in our capitalist setting, just on a grander scale. the laborers create value by their labor, but this wealth goes to the capitalists who take the surplus and give back only a little to the workers who created the value. It's the exploitation of the worker. But when we remove the capitalist or the landowner or the noble, the laborers can enjoy the fruits of their own labor and share the wealth among themselves. They enjoy the surplus wasted by the rich
[1d20 = 20] >>68525 >>68524 I'm going to role gather information to subtly try to see if Sister Ash can overhear anything about these Waterfront Stallions mentioned earlier.
[1d20+4 = 9] >>68525 Iron gives his partner a look. "Alright." He leans close to the door and speaks to the random pony. "Open the door and things will be easier for both of us. You really do not want me to break this door, because I will not be playing nice like my partner here." He knocks once. "If you do not open this door by the third knock, I will let myself in by force."
>>68527 "Alright, we'll ask you directly: are you wanted for some crime in Manehattan or Canterlot"
>>68528 "The workers through them out. Steel Stallion especially was known to put corrupt officials on trial. But anyways it's really only the Markist-Lemmonist variety of communism that emphasizes a bourgeoisie vanguard of the revolution in pre-industrial states. Industrial states can theoretically go directly into the communist state without much need of a vanguard of the revolution.
>>685 Most of them work at the orphanage, especially providing an education to the orhpans. They spend a significant amount of time in meditation or praying
>>68534 "to be Stateless is to be owned by no nation. Forever a stranger."
>>68536 When Canterlot was captured by New Mareland, the order lost its main source of funding. This didn't change after the war, when Canterlot was placed in a different "autonomous region" and basically a different country. The war produced orphans, and not many of the mothers and fathers who went off to war returned. Besides this, the orphanage of Moonlight Shores closed down, sending their orphans to Baltimare. The overcrowding and dire financial situation caused the Nunnery to be vulnerable. they sold some property and items, but when the Waterfront gang came by offering money, they had no real alternative. They took loaned money, and it seemed for a couple months the Waterfront gang would be almost patient. But then, they wanted it paid, as if they didn't know that was not possible. What causes much grief was when they came and took a number of children. Most were evidently impressed into service as gang members, and quite a number were sold to "loving families" In far away cities. The sisters can't really be sure what happened to any of them.
The most Traumatic incident was when a sister Sage was taken away when she protested too much to the removal of the children. No one at all can say what happened to her. On one instance when the gang came it seems there was an attempt to violate the vows of a sister, but if any fillie or sister was actually violated that hasn't been alluded to.
Hopes seemed to raise when the central government in Sunset took notice of the situation of the orphanage. But the stallion they sent didn't offer the sisters direct help, they instead took more than half the kids away, who, it is claimed, would be raised by families and taken in by orphanages across the seas. They probably did this because they suspect the sisters to be Restorationists, and so want to keep children away from them. At least when the Government became involved, it seemed to scare away the gang
The sisters are incredibly hurt by all of this, although at times they admit that they aren't really sure they could have given the foals much better lives than where they are now. At least, where they hope the foals are now.
>>68539 "But don't you see? Society shapes behavior, and when we have a society that rewards greed and emphasizes competitiveness, we will have competitive, greedy ponies. But when we build a society based on sharing and working together for the greater good, we can build a better pony"
>>68540 First, open the set of bits and, with my partner, confirm that they are real bits and that it is half of what he owes. Iron whispers to partner "If you want to choke the guy for more, say the word."
>>68540 A dark, stormy cloud brews over Sister Ash's head as the details all the misfortune pile up before her, which she immediately fans away with her hoof.
Now, I take it she didn't just hear this directly. What's the atmosphere in the room (or at the table, if the meal is finished)?
>>68544 When the mares leave the kitchen and set the tables there is a much happier atmosphere. the Nuns direct all of the children to sit through a prayer to the Princess
>>68549 The bluffing technically works "Well, indeed late stage capitalism has resulted in some benefits to the working class, but the fruits of their labor still mostly goes to the industrialists"
[1d20+4 = 13] >>68545 "I will take that as "the word." Iron turns his head towards the indebted pony. "Do you take us as fools? We know you have more on you, so cough up or the owner will pay far more to clean up your corpse than a broken door."
[1d20+5 = 15] >>68553 "i Would Argue that Capitalism and.....wait what where was called again? Fashieism? i would argue that they are 2 very different things From What ive Seen."
>>68561 "It is, all the same, a distraction from the Worker's state and the class struggle. The Blackhooves are imperialists, and they don't accept the Griffon working class as equals in their society
>>68560 "Good riddance. You do not need a ring to claim a mare.", he turns to the Zebra mare, waiting her next move. Along the way, she asks why a zebra is here instead of her homeland.
>>68563 "That's a fairly normal take, although most will pay up immediately, and some really don't have money. My family came here before I was born. My father was a sailor who visited this land. He liked it so much he moved here with his wife, and I was born here"
>>68565 "No, no. He was employed out of a port in Zebrica. We were part of the 'upper class' I guess. But I've been told I had great grandfathers who saw battle"
>>68566 "Why, they are impressed into military service and not allowed into the government"
>>68567 "That is fine. I have not seen many strong ponies around here either so it is understandable." He looks around. "So who is next in line to collect?"
This so far has developed as about 5 different stories, which has been managable, but it's not really a D&D campaign. For a few of you - Onyx, Iron Hoof, and Dark star, I have at least one more scene before I would think the current storyline of the mini-character would be at a place where it could be concluded satisfactorily. And when the party could be united as one, it's less clear as to why the party as whole would be motivated to do one thing, when each character has their own motivations and a couple now have factions.
I don't think the plan I had for this originally will be interesting for a long period of time
>>68571 I can continue to pretend to flirt with mares so I can end up walking them home and then robbing them blind at a later date until everyone comes together, I don't mind waiting.
>>68571 The name's just Iron I have an idea on how to join up with crystal man. After that, you should encourage all of us to join a single faction, whatever it will be, opting for the Black whatevers, and then, as fascists had religion, we go on missionary business somewhere and then we bond there or something. Just my opinion tho. How it happens is up to you, or even IF it happens.
>>68568 "The Griffons owned the Western shore of Griffonia before they came 500 years ago, and many of the Griffons are Aborigines, and some are immigrants"
>>68569 The next two ponies in line paid without any real fuss. Less fuss than legal debt collecting half the time, really. The one after that, the mare made the guy cry. It didn't seem like you'll be getting money out of that one. And the fifth one, well, that's where it gets interesting
The Zebra, whose name you learned is Black Cauldron, knocks on the door, in what is the second floor of an apartment complex.
"We hear to collect on your gambling debts"
"I ain't payin' no debts" the Stallion looks out through the hole.
"Open that door and talk to us or we'll break it down."
The Stallion takes the lock off the door and opens it. He is somewhat inside the door, which is now fully open, but he has a break-action rifle in his hooves. He points it directly at Black, and the barrel is very slightly outside. It's a single shot rifle
"I told you, I ain't payin' no gambling losses"
>>68570 She smiles and winks, but the guy next to her is irritated
[1d20+4 = 20] Iron put a menacing glare, placing himself in front of Cauldron. "Put that tool down right now, colt. Do not make me snatch it away from you if you want your heart inside you instead of outside being raven food. This is a gamble you do not want to make."
Here's hoping if I fail the intimidate I get to roll initiative
>>68586 She's kind of offended at the "pretty cute" comment. Her boyfriend, who has been standing next to her since Dark Star first approached them, is even more offended
>>68579 The bar tender signals to Brie, and should he chose to listen, is told this
"You charmed that mare a little bit, but you're never going to make her leave a guy with more money for a guy like you. She's the kind of Succubus that seeks out prey with the most money and the most power. It's her way of affirming her value, and of being better than the other mares. She can only offer her looks and herself as a target of your affection. But she'll take from you all of your affection, your attention your money, and a piece of your life force as she dumps her insecurities and her hatred of her life onto you. When the Changelings roll into this town at the end of next year, mares like her will find that they are out of a job."
>>67940 *currently asleep in the back of a hay wagon wearing a straw hat, hitch hiking to the nearest town* *plucky doesn't know where she is headed because that would require a level of planning that she simply isn't capable of* *a small guitar lays beside her in the hay*
>>68597 figure out where the driver of the cart is going in order to best facilitate my character into the story, she'll hop out and start playing anywhere *and then you hear some bitch playing a guitar*
>>68598 The town of Moonlight Shores is behind the cart, driven by an already annoyed Mule, and Plucky Strings. They head towards the night and into that realm between lighted towns
[1d20+1 = 13] >>68610 Well shit, he hurt him, but not enough to disable him in one strike.
The Gamble fires his rifle straight at Iron.
>>68612 When he gets inside, a director tells him to go to Hall C, which is now filled at least a thousand ponies, probably far more, and has a big stage. It takes a few minutes to get inside and get a seat.
>>68613 "Well, I don't know what your work is, exactly, but they are a part of the town Bourgeoisie, I can tell you that"
>>68610 >>68615 Iron takes damage, about 8 points. I'm not entirely sure what that corresponds to, but probably something like a shot to the shoulder. It's very far from placing Iron in critical, but he is shot, he is losing blood. You don't have the money yet. You are on the second floor of an apartment and a gun has gone off, so expect witnesses to come into the hallway
>>68618 I figured a Break Action sporting rifle is about a 2d6 in damage. Guns are powerful. I still can't quite say how much HP you have in total. I think you rolled a 13 for con, and add the Earth Pony racial modifier you'd have 15, so an HP of something like 4d10+20.
*hops off the back of the hay cart* "Thanks for the ride old timer, have a lovely da... er night" *looks around feeling uneasy about how dark it was* *strums the guitar lightly*
>>68619 Weird, it made HP rolls to get health, do they count? I'm sure I have more than 15 since I picked Toughness twice, but if the HP rolls per level count, I have 48 health total, so no sweat broken here.
>>68617 "Oh yeah. You'd need money and nothing less"
>>68616 The Speaker comes in. It's none other than Golden Delicious, the leader of the local communist party.
"We give praise to Larry Berry, our City Mayor, who was elected in this city for the first time 6 years ago on a pledge to help the working class."
His speech is mostly similar to what you heard from the communist outside, but there are some details
"We all fear the changelings, yes? Monstrous parasites? But we worked so long under the princesses, who were in their way, like parasites." He says some more things about Baltimare
Do you want to know more, or zone out until the end?
>>68621 Your HP is a full 10 at first level, and a d10 dice role for each level after that. So 10+4d10. Add to that, 2 HP for each level from your con bonus. So another 10. What ever you get from toughness, add that to it.
I think it's very safe to say that Iron could take a few more bullets before he's down. The issue is the fact that a gun went off inside of a building.
>>68624 Golden Delicious's speech focuses overwhelmingly on Equestria before the war, and tries to dissect the concept of Harmony and it's place in history. He notes that it's always been tolerant of inequality, with particular note of the Canterlot elite, who were always wealthier than the common pony. He makes what seems to be a comment criticizing Rarity, talking about making dresses for wealthy ponies when many are unclothed. He disparages the Mane Six more generally when he says that Equestria was so dependent on the few to protect them, that the great masses never learned to protect themselves. They were docile and subservient, he says. He talks about Equestrian Imperialism when he speaks about the Buffalo and the Encroachment on their land. This might be a reference to New Mareland imperialism in Griffonia, but it's subtle. He finally says that Baltimare has been a proud defender of the Equestrian people as it was the place of the final surrender of Equestria (to NM, not the Changelings). He says they fought not for the princesses, but for the workers, mentioning how Baltimare elected a socialist six years before. He praises Stalliongrad, and gives a description of its success that is probably exaggerated, but who can be sure? He speaks against the resurgent Griffonian Empire and it's aggression against griffon nations as well as it's theocratic form of fascism. The Griffonian Empire is an has been a sort of ally of both the Changelings and New Mareland.
On the Subject of Baltimare, he praises Larry Barry's attention to the the Poor, and blames Baltimare's economic struggles on the War and a general lack of industrialization. A stallion a row in front of you whispers something about Berry not doing anything about rampant crime and especially knife murders. Delicious praises the Socialized medicine system. He criticizes how the natives in the south are "expolited" by industrialists who now enter the southern forests
As a gist, you can gather three things. Golden Delicious seems to be attacking mostly the princesses, perhaps to convert their followers. He will never attack New Mareland directly, but always indirectly. Thirdly, the government in Baltimare is already somewhat under the socialists. Importantly, the south is seen as kind of under the control of Capitalists
>>68633 The gambler is punched upside the face and falls to the ground thoroughly unconscious. Iron is still bleeding, you still don't have the money, and ponies are likely to come out side their apartments to see what the noise is. You are on the second floor.
>>68634 Iron commands the zebra to search the room and take the weapon from the gambler. While she does her thing, he closes the door and looks for alternative exits, also making sure to place the unconscious gambler on an open space with no cover like tables and furniture of the sort.
>>68635 >>68636 After Black Cauldron is done being offended by being "commanded" by the new underling, she grabs the rifle and starts prying around for money. That apartment door is the only way out of the apartment, an you can't be sure if this fire-trap is within city code. There is a door that leads out to a small balcony, just big enough to two ponies to sit on chairs but not really even move. It has iron bar railings and is one floor above the street, which has ponies on it. There is a window out a bathroom that could probably be opened, but is somewhat narrow. It is one floor above an alley way
>>68638 Nothing appears readily usable besides Jumping from the balcony onto the street, and jumping from the window onto the alley. There is no fire-escape
>>68639 Iron closes the door, moves to the bathroom and inspects the alley below, looking for any soft landings nearby like filled dumpsters and the like.
>>68643 Hmmm.... Not bad. But not terribly good. It looks like the best you have in the alley under you is a wooden crate platform to break your fall. Jumping out of that small window will also be kind of awkward
[1d20 = 11] >>68644 Iron hatched a small plan. When Cauldron finds the bits to pay up the debt, she jumps out the window to the wooden crate. Meanwhile, he will move some furniture to block the door and checks to see if the gambler had a mattress. Roll luck again, see if he finds it.
[1d20 = 13] >>68647 Iron shrugged. "If you have the gun, it will be fine. I am capable of dealing with him if he wakes up." Iron now checks to see if the mattress can pass through the balcony to the streets below. After this he checks the furniture one more time, see if can put the gambler in any big closet or wardrobe. Of course I roll luck again.
Golden Delicious praises helping the poor, and he praises industrialism. Except.... He does not praise the infrastructure and building programs in the south. These are in areas with very large numbers of natives, and with settlers along the coats. He talks about a time in Equestrian history when the natives rose up and attacked groups of workers working on a railway.
>>68652 Iron can fit the Matress diagonally through the Balcony door
>>68653 One more thing. The speech is "Shocking" and "offensive," as it were, for the way it speaks of the Princess, and that is what you can bet will be reported in the papers. It seems that Golden Delicious is taking full advantage of the repeal of the Blasphemy laws
>>68654 Iron finally have all the ends tied up. He only needs to wait for Cauldron to find the blasted pouch of bits. He stands guard at the door, looking directly at the gambler. The mattress was dragged near the balcony but did not pass through the balcony door. This plan involved splitting the total loot where he had just a tenth of the total amount and Cauldron had the rest. First, when she finds the pouch, they both push the mattress out of the balcony and let it fall on the street. Then he escapes through the balcony while she escapes through the window. He relays the plan to her while she is looking for the pouch, staring at the gambler's unconscious body.
>>68657 The Gambler is still unconscious. Cauldron has what she thinks is of value
"I didn't grab everything of value, just the cash. When the police get here I want him to have to explain to them that he was doing illegal gambling with the mafia if he wants to tell them who assaulted him. Not just let him say that he was robbed by some evil Native and a Zebra"
She maneuvers herself through the window. She's quite agile and smaller than iron, so she manages to hang onto the window sill with her hooves before she drops down onto the palate
>>68656 As ponies get up to leave, you get the sense that some of them might want to go off to other, more secret meetings at other locations. A sort of "After party"
"There she goes." Iron said. The gambler had to get up to relay the info Cauldron. As he waits, he decides to drag the mattress near the balcony door to set up his escape.
>>68661 Well, only option I see is to intimidate the gambler to spill the beans and all. I don't have incriminating evidence of the sort to pin him of illegal gambling.
>>68663 Cauldron yells up from the ground. Whispers loudly, anyways "If he chooses to tell police that he was accosted for money, they'll understand quickly he was doing something to get that debt. Have faith, and get out of there before someone sees you"
>>68666 Pretty lucky listen. You heard a small list of places communists intend to go to, although starting almost immediately. One in midtown in a hotel, one west in an official's home, one in a manufactury near the docks, and one south in a sugar mill
>>68677 She appears impressed, and places a cloth over his wound to cover the bleeding "I know a place where we can fix this later. Now we still got places to go."
Roll for luck for the rest of the locations
>>68679 You can head to any location, just so long as it is one location
IRL I will stop. Need sleep In-game I just let the zebra wrap me in bandages and continue work. The encounter can wait until midday without a sacrifice in-game, right?
[1d20+6 = 13] >>68540 I would like to roll Knowledge (Religion) to see if I recall any useful facts about this "Restorationist" faction, and the central government's attitude towards them.
>>68698 Ah Laundry doesn't do itself. All those habits need to be washed every day (which is why most ponies don't wear them). Unicorns are lucky, they can just cast Prestidigitation to wash their things.
>>68695 But on that note, Int is a pretty god-tier stat for any class with more than 2 skills. It's basically your IQ stat, and determines how versitile your character is going forward. My previous characters have been a Rogue, a Bard, and a high-Int Artificer, so i:'ve never been wanting skillpoints before. I guess it's not my Niche though; I'll just put all my points into class-specific skills like knowledge (religion), Spellcraft and Heal, and let the rest of the party handle the intensive skillwork (once we meet up). It's nice that Driuds get 4 skillpoints per level though, although they don't get Knowledge (Arcana) like Clerics do.
She's an Earth pony of a kind of light lavender color, with a yellowish mane you could call "blonde."
>>68694 The Restorationist faction is ponies of a more or less conservative bend who want to go back to the status quo ante bellum, where Equestria was an independent nation under alicorn rule. Basically the essence of the doctrine is the restoration of the Diarchy. The Central Government, for it's part has claimed to be entering negotiations for a release of the princesses from their captivity. The government has strongly condemned all instability caused by restorationists, and has generally snubbed restorationists in favor of Black Hooves affiliates when it comes to appointments for offices in the autonomous regions
Oh, and one more thing: Do the Sisters pray in the morning, evening, or both? I need to designate a time/event at which I prepare my spells, and I would prefer to join them in in their practices for as long as Sister Ash remains at the orphanage.
>>68702 That’s pretty easy to do when Chrystalis has all 4 of them
>>68710 They pray in morning and evening, and sometimes just when they can. The more formal and serious session seems to be in the morning, lasting an hour and conducted in a language that seems to be other than ponish
>>68715 Black Cauldron gets back onto the route of collections to make. Two more collections are made in different apartments that go more or less without incident. A stallion who saw Iron's wound seemed to be somewhat intimidated by it, as if it brought awareness of the severity of the situation.
The next collection does not take place in a multi-family unit, but at a single family residence. As you walk through the neighborhood it is dark and the homes seem to be small units of a sort of "shotgun" style with small lawns in what seems to be a working class neighborhood. The unit that Black Cauldron stops at has a particularly unkept lawn, and no lights are on. She knocks on the door. She knocks on the door again. And a third time.
"I know you're in there"
After probably two minutes, she finally gets a response. "I'm not opening that door"
>>68716 "Wait until we get there. It's a meeting of sorts
When you approach the home you see a home that is white with pillars on the front yard. It's a colonial style, almost like a plantation house. Of course it isn't on a plantation, but a two acre property in a residential neighborhood in town. "Here it is. I think we will meet in his library"
>>68546 >>68559 The pink mare and the stallion seem a bit confused, but finally say "Alright, that is all the questions we have for you right now." They start to get up, and signal that you can get up. The black uniformed Earth pony says "Before we can release him, there's one thing we have to do first. Especially seeing as he has no papers on him."
He stands up and moves in front of Onyx. He takes out from his pocket a small flashlight and turns it on.
He looks over to the others and says "assume a ready position." They stand up and move more closely, and then take out batons.
"Alright, now look at me." He looks into Onyx's eyes, and seems a little perplexed "This clouded eye, I'm guessing you can see with it?"
Brie continues to clean tables and floors, watching Ms. Prancer and co. out of the corner of his eye but otherwise neither interacting nor engaging anyone, memorizing her residence and contemplating what the bartender said.
>>68732 "..At the monastary where I trained, we did not possess so many things of practical value.. We were taught that material luxuries, like china, were mere distractions from our meditation.. For what little that we ate, we cooked wrapped in java leaves, and ate off of them without much zeal..." She trails off "..It was a simple life. A life with little for company but my elders and the trees.."
>>68731 >>68734 >>68732 A pony comes through a door in an area on the far right with tables and open windows. She says "I'm sure many of you have already met the stallion who is about to speak. But this is hardly a lecture. When the worker's state is established, it will be ruled by a workers council chosen directly from the ponies. In the struggle that is to come, you all will play a direct role, and so your input is valued. Now, the pony here has played a direct role in what has been accomplished so far in our city, but as you all know there is much more that needs to be done, and he shall shed some light on that. I introduce to you now the director of the Health and Equine Services Department of Baltimare: Affordable Care
Affordable Care walks into the room. he is a grey Unicorn with a white mane and a stack of papers as his cutie mark.
"When Mayor Larry Barry promised healthcare for all 6 years ago, many ponies thought that that was only a dream. But I knew it was possible, and worked hard to make it a reality. And now, Baltimare has made Healthcare available to all creatures. Now, I know many of you believe mayor Larry Berry has not gone nearly far enough, and I agree. Because, just as affordable healthcare was percieved as a utopian fantasy six years ago, many people think that an international union of states run by worker's councils is a fantasy. And that too, can be made a reality. No, it will not be easy nor will it be done over night, but with the help of enough ponies - ponies like you - it can be made a reality"
>>68733 "Well, I just wanted to know if your eyes are functioning. Anyways..."
He shines the light into Onyx's eyes, moving the light back and forth between each eye
"Keep them open"
He seems confused a bit about the milky eye, and focuses his attention on the good eye. He looks into it. "Hmmm." Then his face turns into an expression of worry. He shines the light across it again. "well." He seems very unsure. He runs the light across it again, and again. His expression grows to more concern.
"alright, I think you are good. Now we can leave the room. If you will follow me this direction." His hoof darts about
>>68736 "Aye, I see. Some orders, like the Order of Blessed Word, are more frugal than we, thinking it gets them closer to Celestia. We don't go quite that far in our vows"
>>68735 The trio of ponies start to leave together. The sailor is the least drunk of the three and leads. The Pony with more facial hair who is a bit older gets up next. Ms. Prancer is the most drunk, and hangs onto the older stallion in a flirtatious manner
>>68724 Iron checks to see if there is any peephole or keyhole to look through. He may have fallen for the gambler's trap, but it's not happening again.
>>68744 He describes now the dream that the Baltimare zone will be turned into its own workers state that will be in federation with other workers states. He speaks especially of Stalliongrad, which was able to successfully expel Equestrian garrisons 25 years before. The area of Souther Severyana is of particular concern. It is its own autonomous region in the New Mareland Occupied Zone. He speaks of attempts by Stalliongrad to take this land back. He must be tolerant of group participation by this point, because he accepts it when a mare interjects
"Why should we focus on historical, ethnic, and linguistic barriers. These don't really define creatures in the way that the universal exlpoitation of the working class does. He responds that there will be a union of states, but the base states will likely be what used to be historical nations. More discussion erupts
>>68745 There is no peep hole on the door, nor anything to look through on the door. The only ways to look inside the house are through the windows to either side
>>68746 The stallion leads them into an open area of the Police station as the other two move behind them. When they arrive in an area with many more ponies, the stallion turns. He reaches for something.......
He pulls out a pistol and aims it at onyx. So do a half dozen ponies around him. At least two cock shotguns
[1d20+4 = 16] >>68747 Iron motions Cauldron to sneak towards the windows and see if there's any traps around them. While she does this. He stands closer to the door. "You have lent money and now you do not even pay back? You should reconsider, since I will not hesitate to break this door down, crack every one of your bones and punch your face until you either lose all your teeth or give us the money that is owed. You can avoid it by giving us what you owe now, so make this easy on us."
>>68737 Not really necessary when you worship a horse who sits on her ass and eats cake all day. ".. I cannot say it brought me any closer to the divine.. but I learned things in that temple while it lasted.. our training was strenuous . Eventually, I was able to accept that I didn't need material possessions to be content, faithful, or wise.. but I could still use them.." She turns ".. On one occasion, the Lord of the lands adjacent came to the temple and seek audience with our elders over a turmoil that he'd faced. When the Lord came, he brought his stallions, and with the cooks came china: exquisite, beutiful pieces that only a king could flaunt. So glorious, so sinful. The Lord offered a feast to show his his gratitude, and so we ate together, even though we did not need to. For us, eating was merely an expression of solidarity; a means to accept the the stallion's hospitality. He was quite the bold stallion, and surely would not leave without paying, and so as the elders honored his favor he was put at peace.. ... China.. is only good when it is shared with others, is it not?"
>>68748 A swarm of officers surrpound Onyx. Two Cuff his legs. Each set of legs
The Black uniformed officer says to the others "Help me carry him down stairs" Onyx is more or less dragged through a hall, down a set of stairs, and into a concrete basement room less welcoming than the interrogation room he left. The black officer yells out to get other personnel, and comes into the room. Two other officers aim weapons at him while others guard the door
The black uniformed officer asks seriously "Why are you here?"
>>68749 The topic of debate now shifts to Changelings. One pony is very insistent that the Changeling worker drone is just as oppressed as the pony, and that they too, are ripe for revolution. Another pony insists the Changelings can never be trusted, pointing to a statement by the General Secretary of Stalliongrad that called Changlings "monsters." Everypony Agrees that Chrystalis is naked imperialism, and must be removed
>>68750 The pony hesitates to respond, and then, with a shaking voice says "I'm not going to open this door" Intimidation is a bit harder when they have a physical barrier to protect them
>>68751 Know who brings the Light you ingrate "Of course. The teachings of Harmony show us that you will only find your place in interdependence with others. Life is gloomy and unhappy without friendship and those around us. Tradition, Community, Family, and our friends are the cornerstones of Self-fulfillment, along with contributing our own special talents to society.
>>68754 Onyx squints at the pony infront of him. "So now you're accusing ponys that fought against, and lost friends to the changelings of being their operatives?"
A mare comes in and spreads a sort of green goo substance on Onyx.
>>68755 Dark Star's remark incites another remark about the failure of Larry Berry's administration to deal with the exploitation of the working class, as industries are still mostly run by large corporations. They start to criticize the Black Hooves and New Mareland, and eventually come to the agreement that the owners of Capital will not part with their power without revolution - in contradistinction to the ideology of Larry Berry's movement
>tfw you type out 3 paragraphs of monologue about the metaphysical meanings of freaking table plates, but then your page crashes right as your about to finish and you lose it REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
>>68762 >>68760 The Cook deftly moves back and out of the way of the Door. He is holding a sword. A freaking Medieval Sword
>>68761 The topic now shifts to what the ponies all came there for: Revolution. All agree it must be done. The harder part, is how to pull it off. Discussion rages as to whether a revolution in Baltimare alone is possible, whether it would need Manehattan and Fillidelphia, and whether the Changelings must be dealt with first. All agree that they must take up arms if the Changelings come in and New Mareland abandons them.... but is there greater urgency? There is a worry that Stalliongrad will be invaded by Changelings
>>68765 "We ask again, what is your purpose here?"
A cutie Pegasus mare, of a light blue almost white coat enters, with Blue hair, and a lanky almost cat like appearance enters the room, and comes to Onyx's side. The Black Uniformed pony tells her "This one denies he's a changeling"
>>68768 "Less denying and more stating to be honest. Denying would mean I am one." Onyx then looks around "Now is anyone gonna explain the green goopy bullshit?"
>>68770 Unfortunately I think that can only be done in Character
>>68769 The Pegasus mare walks around Onyx, inspects him, presses her hoof against parts of his body, and especially checks the place where the green goo was placed. The Mare says "He's not a Changeling" to the other ponies
The Stallion says "Well, looks like you are now free to go"
[1d20+4 = 23] >>68768 Iron nods in approval. "Ah, your choice in weaponry is good, colt. Reminds me of a friend." He readies himself. "Well, I did tell you I would crack your bones now, but I give you one last chance. Hand the bits over and I will not break you." Iron cracks a smile. "If you want to test our skills in combat, step forth, and I will show you the true meaning of strength."
>>68752 She continues "... The china that the Lord brought on that day.. was quite spectacular.. Stark white heirloom ceramic in antique, historic condition.. They were glazed with enough colors to match the church's windows, each displaying elegant, unique paintings of tigers, dragons and phoenixes, with gaudy golden trim. They were certainly the gloat of a stallion who took great pride in flaunting the glory of his wealth.. and for that purpose, they were splendid.." She looks closely at a plate ".. These plates.. are simple in nature and practice. Plain, monoform pieces molded from inexpensive materials. If one breaks it can easily be replaced without grief or mourning.. Humble plates indeed.." She turns toward the duster as she gently carressses the plate with a washcloth "But precisely because of that, they are here in this abby. They are plates that are fit to feed the children of this orphanage; simple plates that can be trusted even to a child. They're not made to impress anyone, but their purpose is sublime. Plates that Sisters and children can use together to enjoy a earnestly-cooked meal. And for that matter, they're certainly better than the plates of that stallion; those plates who sit on the shelves in his castle collecting dust for years on end." She puts the plate down (after taking 10 on her cleaning check). "Plates that are humble enough to be trusted to children are the only plates we need. But for now, I think I'm better trusted with the laundry."
>>68772 The mare, who has a perpetual smile, walks up to you
"It's the Blue Green eyes" She points to her own eyes, which also have a blue green coloration "They can cause false positives on one of the Changeling identification tests"
>>68770 Still more discussion speculates. Some ponies think that because the Baltimare area does not share a border with the Changeling lands, they are safe from immediate invasion in the event of a general revolt. Another pony states that there is a problem. The ponies of the forbidden jungles, especially the natives of Tenochtitlan, would probably not join in any general revolt. they can't even be sure of the ponies of Moonlight Shore. Affordable Care assures them that all of these issues are being worked on
>>68774 I don't think Ash can take a 10, but anyways,
"What do you think of the wealthy of Canterlot. Maybe you don't know those ponies.... but... what do you think of those that do chose extravagance?"
>>68776 "For me, humble life is that of a personal choice; I myself knowing that I do not know need the luxuries of mortal life to be content in my sovereign soul. I never payed very much thought to those who seek wealth and hoard the treasures of their excess. I could say such a life of extravagance is shortsighted and vain, for they will not find wholeness in affluence; but who am I to judge others for their own choices? I chose this way of life to quel my my own fire; some others may find virtue in their own paths. I am not familiar with the area of Equestria. Agglomerations of industry and sprawling cities of asphalt.. none like the place where I grew up. I only came to the city because I've come to learn that where there are cities there are ponies who suffer from poverty and destitution, horrors of the modern world.."
>>68780 Iron's posture slackened, deadpan expression clearly showing. He walks towards him and takes the sword and places it next to the door, then he plants himself next to the door. He gestures Cauldron to do her thing.
>>68781 Another pony asks for more details, but he says that he is not at liberty to say much more
>>68783 And Cauldron does her thing. But the Cook finds new motivation "So what are you going to do now? Rob me blind?"
>>68781 A pony expresses concern especially about the native tribes. She things they may become as collaborationist as the ponies of Manehattan. Affordable care assures them they know how to demoralize
>>68782 "I think you've heard of the other foals, haven't you?"
>>68784 The Green Earth pony points a hoof "Exit's that way"
>>68790 "I mean I think it is pretty obvious they will take what they didn't take six months ago. Chrysalis thought she almost had all Equestria 10 years ago, and she won't be happy taking only half of it. She probably won't be happy only taking Equestria, really. Those New Marelanders tried to grab land when land was there to grab. All they want to do is suck away resources and whoever will join them before they abandon the continent to the wolves"
>>68786 "If you were going to avoid your responsibility that you agreed and tarnish the trust between you and the lender, then they are forced to "rob" you." Iron narrows his eyes. "You should have paid them. You should not drop to the ground and cry when things do not go your way, colt." He cranes his neck forward. "Grow up already."
>>68793 "Interesting. Do you really think they would occupy a place like Baltimare tI thought they feed off positive energy or something like that,... this city doesn't seem like it would,... be appetizing."
>>68793 Sister Ash's normally disciplined complection breaks down into a scowling twitch for a fraction of a second, and if the Sister looked closely, she might have noticed a very faint momentary whisp of smoke hissing from the corner of the stoic mare's eye. "..Those who predate on ponies who have been rendered defenseless by destitute, and exploit the helpless innocence of children... Are a kind of creature I cannot forgive...!"
>>68795 "Oh, look at you. Think you're the righteous one because you've got big muscles? I tell you, you're all a bunch of crooks"
>>68797 The bar tender looks over to Ms. Prancer as she stumbles out the door with her two stallions.
"Not every pony likes the good stuff. Some are scavangers. The Cheap thrill of vice could never satisfy the way the high and noble love that fills the Crystal Palace could. But it's enough to wet the appetite. And if Changelings are anything like ponies, that'll be enough to make it worth their effort"
>>68799 "The police said they were looking into it, but I am not convinced there is much they can do"
"They came by once, demanding money, about last week. When Sister Marery mentioned that a Stallion from Sunset had taken half our foals, they got scared and ran off"
>>68800 "If you decide to take the bits of other people who expects you to pay them back and you do not pay them back, then you are a crook yourself." Iron frowns "The worst kind of crook." He glares at the Cook "The cowardly crook, who runs and pleads to get his way. You would kiss the ass of a stallion only to stab him in the gut with a knife." He leans sideways towards the wall. "Do not expect others to respect you when you are a traitorous weakling."
>>68806 ".. Scavengers.. Ruthless as starving jackels, looking for easy prey.. They're more than likely to be back, once they realize that Sunset isn't protecting this orphanage, if they haven't found some other poor souls to feed off of.." As she speaks, she looks out the window in sentinel as if glaring at the villains she envisioned. "The Waterfront.. do you know anything of their volk?"
>>68807 >>68807 I wish I could find a video or gif of that scene in Futurama this reminds me of
Cauldron looks over at him "This is about how much you owe us. You're lucky we don't charge convenience fees"
>>68808 "Yes, 'the Waterfront Gang' is so named because they tend to operate most heavily by the docks and the factories around there. To them though, it's just 'our thing.' They recruit from the poor, the disadvantaged, and the marginalized of society, especially in the working class neighborhoods. They have a hierarchical system. Their leader in Baltimare isn't exactly know, but is believed to be a unicorn known only as "The Lady." They make their money mostly from loan sharking, illegal gambling, and protection rackets, but are also know to traffic in illegal goods and sell counterfeit goods. They prefer to keep a low profile and aren't anything at all like those villains down south in the Forbidden Jungles, or over in the wilder parts of Griffonia. But they will kill, rape, steal, traffic ponies, and even assassinate public officials where they think it necessary, or when they think they can avoid retaliation…. like when their victims are helpless nuns." \r
>>68809 *Chinese eyes narrow even further* "For those who recruit from the poor, they're awfully ruthless when it comes to finances.. Loan sharks are a special kind of malevolent"
>>68811 "Yes... I don't think any of us have recovered from that day. But you should know... There is worse"
>>68814 "I don't know... The fact that they came back at all means that they must think we must owe them something. But with half our foals gone we are worth less to them now, and they avoid any place a federal officer has walked like the path of a black cat. Now that you are here, we do not need to borrow anything."
>>68813 She leaves the house "Well, that's another one. Only a few more houses tonight. How is your wound?"
>>68805 His thinking is a bit louder than he thought. A pony next to him asks "Who are "red" and "black"?"
>>68817 "I see... huh, I thought those were banned. Larry Berry's really delivering on the change he promised." The pony goes back to minding his own business
>>68816 Iron smiles. "Do not worry, Cauldron. I have been through worse. I am glad you still have your motherhood intact, even with this shaking job." He shakes and moves every part of his body, checking if there is any pain from moving about from the bullet wound and to prove his point.
>>68822 He grimaced a bit, maybe the door bashing pushed the bullet around there, but he was not one to give up half-way. "What I mean is that you will take care of your future children well. That is what motherhood is. The pain is bearable. I can continue with the job."
[1d20-1 = -14] >>68836 Seeing the suspicion the cops have on them, he steps up with an admitedly shit bluff check "I am a bodyguard for her. Her father is very protective of her, and with reason." He points at the bandaged wound he has. "The crime here is too high. I am escorting her home."
[1d20+1 = 19] >>68838 >>68839 The police are unconvinced.
Black Cauldron sighs. "This Stallion is my coltfriend. I don't want my father to know, and we have been trying to keep it a secret as Zebra-pony relationships are not universally approved of. That wound is from a fight that happened yesterday"
>>68838 >>68841 >>68842 A police mare is horrified at the thought of a society and a family that doesn't approve of love. She growls to the other officer. "I told you that just because a Zebra and a Native are walking after midnight, does not mean they are up to crime"
>>68843 If you feel like I stole your opportunity to do something clever, you have a separate 2 luck roll that can put you in a similar situation to try again
>>68846 With the police officer's pony privilege properly checked, the two walk away quickly, with Black cauldron staying very close to Iron to give the appearance of romantic interest to the officers if they were watching as they walked off
"Well that was close. We only have a few more stops" I'm thinking another luck roll, unless you want to keep the 2
>>68849 She bats her eyes at him "Since the Princess tried to take Equestria in a more 'open' direction, the police and local government have been afraid of appearing "pony nationalist" like the Blackhooves
>>68852 This adds fuel to Iron's laugh. "What a way to show weakness! I am more confident now that those Princesses wanted to let the country be taken."
>>68853 "Indeed. That is why we must be strong, and take care of ourselves"
>>68851 "Well," she says, "this is our next to last stop." This new location is a bit unlike the other ones you've been to. It's a tavern that seems to be closed right now, with just a light on. "This one closes early, but he's here" The two of you walk through the front door (unlocked) and see that the front room is empty. "They must be in the backroom" They walk up to a door to a room in the back of the tavern. She knocks on the door "What do you want?" "We're here to collect on a loan last month" No response. Iron's turn
[1d20+4 = 24] >>68855 First, check door for any open spots like last time. Then say "We are asking nicely here. If you want to do this the hard way, then I will let myself in and spill your blood into as many bottles of liquor as your body provides."
Is there a perk where the requirement for an intimidate check changes from charisma to strength in 3.5?
>>68856 The stallion graciously opens the door for the both of you, and lets you walk in....
The stallion is not the only one there. Inside the room, which is rather spacious, there are 5 other creatures - four ponies, one griffon - sitting in chairs around a table, wearing Black and Red Bandanas "And who the hell are you?" one of those 5 asks
[1d20+4 = 6] >>68861 Iron turns to the offending pony. "Well, you are stupid to accept a loan in the first place. You could have ventured out with just your wits, living off the land, but you, afraid of losing your precious comfort, opted to accept something you supposedly knew it was a bad idea." Iron walks to him until he is face to face. "Now tell me, why should I listen to you complain about it like a foal and decide to bash your head in until you comply instead?"
"You, sir, are a bully. You take advantage of our weaknesses. The fact that a pony needs food, clothing, shelter. And you think that the fact that you already have the money means that you can take even more from creatures like us. The ones who don't live by money-born-of-money, but who work. I tell you, we who work are done being exploited by the likes of you. And what you and all of those like you will soon find when we rise is that we outnumber you."
On cue, and embolded by the pony's words, the other 4 creatures ride from their seats and stand behind him, with now 5 angry creatures, and a sulking stallion.
>>68865 >On cue, and embolded by the pony's words, the other 4 creatures ride from their seats and stand behind him, with now 5 angry creatures, and a sulking stallion.
[1d20 = 3] >>68865 "What brave words you said. But your words still come from a place of weakness. If you want to show me your strength, then so be it. I will show you true strength!" Iron readies himself for battle.
[1d20-1 = -4] [1d20 = 19] [1d20+2 = 16] >>68867 Rolling. The one with the positive modifiers is Cauldron, who has more dexterity. The negative modifiers are for the creatures further away
[1d20+4 = 16] [1d3+1 = 3] [1d3+1 = 2] >>68872 The claws scrape into Iron's Hide, and Black Leader's punch lands. Cauldron swipes at Red Feathers with her crowbar, which she pulled out while Red and Black leader was blabbering
[1d3 = 1] [1d6+2 = 8] >>68872 >>68876 The last red and black failed to land a punch on Iron. Iron has taken 5 damage, non-lethal. Well, maybe some lethal from claws. Cauldron lands a hit on Feathers. Cauldron dodges one punch, and gets hit by another. Rolling for damage on feathers and damage on Cauldron
[1d20+5 = 18] >>68878 Iron picks up the table and throws it at the griffon and the two ponies that attack him. If it's allowed of course. Target priority is the griffon.
[1d6 = 5] [1d6 = 2] [1d6 = 6] >>68879 The table is turned on its side and in the direction of the three creatures. None of the three escape in time But no strength bonus to damage because of the awkward way in which the table is thrown, and strength is already factored into attack bonus
>>68880 Well... probably yes, so I guess he can do so in the next attacks
[1d20+4 = 24] >>68880 >>68879 >>68881 Feathers has taken 5 damage. He's still fighting. Quite a tough bird I say considering the damage he's already taken from Cauldron. Red and Black Leader is barely damaged, but hurt. Red and Black 3 is pretty hurt though, but he ain't out yet
[1d20 = 6] [1d20 = 4] >>68882 >>68886 Red Feather's claws fail to hit a vital spot, but he does cause 5 damage to iron, and Red and Black Leader causes 5 more. For those of you keeping track at home, Iron has taken 15 damage in this battle, and 8 more before. 23 damage
[1d20+7 = 23] >>68885 >>68886 BEfore attacking, I use power strike to increase unarmed attack by 3. Then I strike at the griffon and if possible through Attack of Opportunity the other ponies that attacked me
[1d3+7 = 10] [1d3+7 = 8] >>68890 >>68891 As Red and Black Leader came in for the punch, he himself was punched. Likewise, Red Feathers gets a hoof right in the beak. Iron does not land an attack on the griffon when the griffon attacks.
Iron gestures at the stallion cowering down on the floor to toss it on one the chairs left standing. After this, he picks up the knocked pony by the scalp and places him next to the other stallion. Then ask Cauldron to see if it was all the money that was owed.
>>68908 Iron looks sternly at the stallion, seeking to cover all the payment. "If you do not want to join the others, I suggest you give us what we are owed."
>>68911 She smiles, and they walk out. After they are out of the tavern, Black Cauldron jumps and hugs him. "That was AMAZING!" It takes her about three seconds to realize "but you are very hurt? Do we need to fix you up now, or can you make the last stop?"
>>68915 The Mare at the next location took one look at the bleeding stallion, and handed over the money
"I'll just pawn my grandfather's jewelry to pay this month's rent"
After that, Cauldron tells Iron. "It usually goes more smoothly than this, not that you can ever eliminate the risk from the job. Well, I think I should take you to a certain guy. You probably still have that bullet in your shoulder, and you have so many scratches that could get infected
I'm unemployed and unemployable at the moment, so I am fine to sleep late
Also, I think I count only 9 collections? That feels like too few, needs at least 10 or 12
>>68916 First was intimidated with a roll, second was the gambler, third and fourth were randos that gave money. fifth was the sword boi and sixth were the commies. I count 6 stops total.
>>68917 I think there were a few more that were intimidated more easily or just paid up, but I think there are enough guys with rifles and swords to represent ponies who wouldn't pay
>>68919 "Uh.... That was impressive what you did, and the whole situation was exciting. Anyways, this guy we are visiting is the Vet we use for many of our more exotic animals. He can heal any wound with no questions asked"
>>68920 "Huh. No pony in my tribe ever did that, we only fought eachother to prove our worth. The winner is respected while the loser is shamed." He looks ahead. "Is there anything important to know about this person who will cure me?"
>>68921 "He's not a part of the government provided healthcare system, but the underboss will cover wounds sustained while doing business. What else do you want to know?"
>>68923 They go to the building in question. Cauldron knocks on the door. A yellowish Unicorn Stallion answers
"It is well after midnight. What do you need me for at this hour?"
She responds "He's been shot, and clawed, we need help." he takes a look at the wounds
"Hmmm. This one here did get to the bone. This one will need stiches. I guess I could fix this up tonight." The stallion applies cotton and such to the bleeding wounds, and starts to disinfect them. He injects Iron with an anesthetic. "Hold still, this won't kill you." And then he uses a set of tools to extract the bullet. After that, he disinfects the wound and stitches it up. He likewise stitches up the other wounds. Black Cauldron does some medical work of her own, making a brew.
"Use this tonic, it will help with the healing process. And this here, if you place it over the wound will help as well"
>>68924 Do as advised and place the tonic and the other thing now. "I thank you, Cauldron. You are a great partner." He smiles. "Now, time to split the bits as agreed."
>>68925 She starts counting the collected amount, and splits the totals. "It looks like you made about 400 bits. That's quite a large amount for a single night, even if it may not seem like it's worth... all that" she motions to Iron's various wounds.
>>68926 Iron laughs. "As I had said before, it was only a scratch." He composes himself. "Will we meet again at the same spot or is there a change in plans?"
>>68928 "I see. If there is any change, I will be at the outskirts of the city." He starts heading outside the building, bits in hand. "Thank you, medicine man," he says before leaving through the door. Today was a good day, a good night's rest will do.
>>68818 Since I think it's somewhere close to late evening whereshe is, Sister Ash finishes her work, and retreats to whatever chamber or barn or hole in the ground she has to sleep in for the night.
Alright, we have now reached a point where can almost wrap these individual threads up and send the characters together
>>68830 Various ponies speculate as to what the establishment of a worker's state would look like. They see the fact that the other districts of Equestria are further from revolution as a sort of roadblock, and most believe the Black Hooves' line that throwing out the Blackhooves would leave a vacuum the Changelings would try to fill. Some, however, are optimistic about the chances of establishing an Semi-Enclave state in Baltimare, seeing as the Baltimare district does not share a border with the Changelings, but has another district as buffer to the East, Fillidephia to the North, the Fire Sea to the South, and open Ocean to the west. One pony suggests that maybe the Black Hooves would allow them to break off peacefully, or set themselves up as a worker's protectorate. This suggestion is laughed at, but he points out that they've let Larry Berry's socialists be elected, as well as Restorationist governments in Fillidephia and some towns in Manehattan, with only the border districts being denied any right to go against the party line. Another set of talk suggests that the Workers would do a better job of defending their homes than the Black Hooves ever would.
>>68937 Sorry for the wait, I'd forgotten that this thread had hit bump limit Sister Ash bows her head "If you would be so gracious, I would humbly accept."
>>68938 She takes her to the room. It's like an slightly austere hotel room, with a full bed, dresser, curtains and so forth, with some sowing instruments on a table. There is a lamp on a stand beside the bed.
>>68939 Sister hangs her head in sympathy, but does not bother to pick at the Sisters' wounds. "Thank you." She says, with a sincere nod, as she rests her broom on the wall and removes her shawl, her lion-like mane of swirling fluff looking out as it is released from its confines.
>>68942 "You are very welcome, Sister. You are all more than deserving, for your dedication to these foals." Sister Ash says with a bow, as she extinguishes the lamp and retires to bed. >Sleeps
>>68944 Very early. She has to be ready to pray before the sun rises to prepare her spells, so she'd be up like a rooster. Actually, I guess I outta pick a new list of prepared spells for today.
>>68945 At some point, a sister stops by and cracks open the door, and when she sees that Ash is up, says "We will all be at morning mass at 6:00 AM. We'll be getting up the foals after that"
>>68946 >>68945 If I don't need to specify where my character sleeps apart from sleeping on the grass like a true native near a tree, then I'd like to follow her footsteps and sleep until the same hour to heal up my wounds.
>>68946 The pony would find that Sister Ash is already up and about, and is busy trying to wrestle her mane into the Equestrian religious habit with her telekinetic feelers (or whatever you call the magic glove-thing that unicorns use to move stuff). "Oh, yes dear, just one moment now.." *tames the mane*
>>68947 Iron finds an area of open green with a tree, and sleeps there. When he wakes, he feels like he has mostly regained his strength - that tonic must be magical stuff. Ponies walk past him, as he realizes this wasn't exactly a private area. A policemare stops, and gives him a dirty look, before going on her way.
>>68948 Alright, but can you link the shillagah or whatever that weird Irish name is? I think you also have one wild shift
>>68950 I don't need to prepare Wild Shape. It's not a spell, but a class feature equivalent to limited polymorph. Shillagh is a spell that makes a wooden weapon (a broom in this case) count as a magick weapon for the sake of overcoming damage reduction, and deal damage as if it were two size categories larger (in this case, a medium sized staff deals 2d6 damage). https://dnd-wiki.org/wiki/SRD:Shillelagh I figured it was very nun-like, since Catholic School teachers are always carrying around canes and brooms and rulers to smite naughty sinners.
>>68953 >>68948 To clarify, Sister Ash hasn't actually prepared her spells yet, but they will be prepared as soon as the Sun rises and the prayer begins. She only has to meditate for a minute to prepare her spells (no spooky pagan shit), but she has to designate a time of day when she does it. In this case, she chose to do so as the Sun rises: a silent, personal gesture to her solidarity with the sisters of the orphanage.
>>68951 Ponies are gathered in a chapel, which has a circular shape with a central Tabernacle of Black Marble, and giant windows of glass with decent visibility behind the Tabernacle. There are stained glass windows featuring scenes of the two princesses around the room, and some of saints, including Elements of Harmony. Arranged in a semi circle around the tabernacle are perfectly good black wood pews, but every pony is on their knees for some reason. Every single nun is there, and also a few stallions who you think must be among the older foals at the orphanage.
At the Tabernacle is who you guess must be the priestess. She is a Yellow earth pony with a lighter yellow mane, who you have not seen among the sisters. She does not wear the nun's habit. Rather, she wears a white Scalpular with Gold stripes on the back, with a golden robe underneath, as well as a Black collar and.... could you call it a "scarf" of black around her neck. You are there when it starts. A fillie in dress lights incense, and carries it around. The session is entirely in a language you don't understand - it's not ponish
The session begins before sunrise, with some singing and reading. The rising sun is visible through the windows behind the priestess. At the moment of sunrise, the priestess raises her forehooves up, and the nuns bow down, as she sings words in exaltation. It continues as the sun slowly rises, with calmer words spoken afterwards.
>>68952 As he walks around, he sees single family residences, and a couple shops. Ponies walk on the side of the street, at first in fairly thin numbers, but then far more. He can hear loud whistles off in the distnace from factories and mills. What is particularly new are Automobiles that drive down the street. They are faster than the horse drawn carriages, and seem unsafe. Likewise, trucks can be seen, mostly of a more or less similar model to the trucks he saw yesterday at the docks
[1d20+6 = 25] >>68957 >saints That's interesting. Rolling knowledge (religion) to see what I recognize about these particular Saints. Just their names would be fine though.
Sister Ash joins her sisters throughout the ceremony, carefully observing and absorbing any rituals she did not already recognize. She makes a silent testement to the safety of the orphanage, as she beholds the arrival of the morning sun.
>>68958 On the far end of the glass is a figure you guess must be Blessed Word. Blessed Word is the founder of Equestrian Monasticism, who, many hundreds of years ago, in a time of war and strife in Equestria, sought to remove himself from society and live as frugally as possible. He lived in a cave in the mountains for a period of time, and eventually got other mares and stallions to join him in a monastery in the mountains. The glass in question features him out in the brushlands, almost starving to death, in a pilgrimage he made to imitate the sufferings of the earliest equestrians as they moved south into Equestrian lands.
The second stained glass belongs to Golden Horse. He is very well known as one of the great intellectual backers of the Equestrian church, one of its great theologians. His work, "City of the Sun," for example, teaches ponies of the superiority of the spiritual over the material, and not to be too concerned over the dire state of the pony kingdoms at the time, but rather to place faith in Celestia. His even more well known autobiography teaches of his personal journey to spirituality and self control.
The next pane is Equinus, another Philosopher and theologian. His works seem to borrow heavily from the earlier philosophy Mareistotle, and seem to take a more positive tone on the material realm, while providing an ethics of self actualization and a very logically formatted metaphysics
The Central Panel contains a saint elevated perhaps among the rest. It is Saint Prancis of Ass-Eastly, who lived a life of devotion to the poor, and broke away with another monastic group to start his own when he though that it was not austere enough. The panel in question features a famous scene where the young saint went to Griffonia and displayed himself and to the Griffon king during a crusade, and hoped to be martyred for his faith.
The next panel is yet another philosopher, Saint Celestialhelm. She is probably best known for her proof of Alicorn divinity.
The final panel features the pony known as "revered." he was a soldier of an empire that was persecuting the faithful, and when he saw a believer about to break under the pressure, gave a speech to tell him to keep his faith. It was so inspiring that it even converted several onlookers, but resulted in him being killed himself. The glass in question features the extremely well known scene where a half dozen arrows failed to kill him
>>68959 Hardware store, pawn store, specialized weapons store? Your pick
>>68960 >>68961 Very very interesting. Sister Ash takes a while to appreciate the glasswork after the ceremony is complete, marveling at the figures of those that she until then only had to chance to hear of through spoken word and independent study. "Ponish aesthetics.. certainly do live up to their reputation." >>68963 If it's any compensation, you did a great job of describing it.
>>68965 As you look around, you see that they do indeed have what appears to be gauntlets: Iron shoes that can be placed over the forehooves, and give quite an extra punch to... well, punching. You guess it must have been dumped by its owner very quickly (like in the time it takes the police to get a search warrant) because it's very cheap
Forgive me, but is gauntlets the main way u want to go? Gauntlets, as I understand them, keep the damage for an unarmed strike the same, but make the damage lethal instead of non-lethal. That takes away what is probably the best aspect of unarmed strike - that you can beat an opponent down with the worst crime committed being misdemeanor assault, which the police couldn't be bothered to follow up. If you want lethal damage, a sword, crossbow, or rifle would probably better. But of course, if you know what you have in mind....
>>68968 Imo, I think enchanted gauntlets outta be the go-to way for letting Monks weild magical weapons. Could also work for damage reductions, like cold iron and silver too.
>>68966 >>68967 One thing is for sure about the Colt of the Sun. Whatever else you have to say about them, they love their art. The stained glass and the tabernacles are the most ornate part of the chapel, which otherwise is more plain than not.
"You should see the artwork of the Cathedral at Bales." you hear behind you. It's the priestess. "Hello, I am Sundew, the priestess of the North Baltimare Parish. I don't believe I've seen you before"
>>68968 I would have hoped they increased damage at least. If I want to be lethal, I don't need to buy some metal thing since improvd unarmed strike does that, right?
Iron shakes his hard, this won't be useful for him. He exits the shop in dissapointment
>>68971 Sister Ash bows in respect "Getting, maredame. I go by the title of Sister Ash. I recently traveled to the adjacent orphanage to dedicate myself to the protection and service of these foals."
Monks don't lose their abilities if they stop being lawful. If you played an ex-monk (former Monk), you could get most of the Monks combat abilities and bonus feats (most of the good ones come levels 1-6), and then just be a Fighter for every level after that.
>>68973 Iron scratches his forehead in frustration. Guess he could buy a belt to put his pouch of bits as well as other pouches for rocks to throw at his enemies.
>>68976 I'm no ex-monk. I do not think my character has the discipline to be one, being a savage and all.
>>68980 Iron nods and pulls out 5 bits. When bought, Iron wears it and places his pouch of bits hangingi on the belt. He also wants to find another small to medium pouch to store rocks inside.
>>68986 Iron nods again and buys it, doing the exact same motion of hanging the pouch on the belt. Now he'll seek for small rocks to pick up. He knew that some cowards have wings, so he would need a decent backup for them.
>>68987 Sure. What is more difficult is imagining to be on par with a Longbow or Crossbow. I guess maybe if the rock is bucked by the hing legs it would be comparable to a crossbow?
>>68988 She thanks Ash, and says "if you need any guidance or help, I am with the Diocese. I must now leave to the North Parish Church"
"beggin' your pardon mare... I don't know if you are budy, but you say you lived out in the wilds of nature?" She looks unsure if she is asking the question right "I mean, I don't mean to be offensive, but if you have experience"
>>68995 The Kirin swings a hoof casually, shrugging off any air of offense "I spent months alone in the wilderness as part of my training, and many more after my circle disbanded as I sought faith by myself. There is no better place for a pony than on a lush plains, in my experience, that is." She replies warmly
>>68997 "i'm afraid it's a bit of a dire situation. This morning we sent a colt out to South end of the property to fetch some wood, little Sunny Day. But Sunny day hasn't been back, and he isn't in the orchard. A colt said he was talking with sunny last night and Sunny thought it was a shame he never got to see the old Priory building. We think he went over that way. The thing is, that's in a heavily wooded and dark area. Wildlife in Equestria isn't known for being nice, and it can be dangerous out there. We were hoping you could help us try to find Sunny"
Fug. I should have waited until the prayer was over to post my spells list... "I'll see what I can do." The Kirin says, as she grabs her broom and wanders in the direction of the orchard.
>>69000 A good choice. Inside the city there are a couple river fronts. The river must have moved or been otherwise molested, because the stones don't appear particularly suited for his purposes. Further South, however, is pristine riverbank. This looks like a place for good stones
>>69001 "Come this way" She takes you outside of the chapel and to the south of the property. You can see the Orchard there, and beyond it a vastly thicker strand of trees. "This area beyond the orchard was one of the oldest parts of our order. It became used much less when we moved to the new buildings over here, and the old priory was abandoned maybe 15 years ago. It's become a part of the wilderness now, and we sold the property two months ago to new owner."
>>69003 "I believe they are owners of a paper mill. I guess they want to harvest the trees or something, or maybe they intend to develop it or sell it, I don't know"
>>69005 "Well, pray I find him.." Sister Ash says as she wanders into the orchard, towards the wood, slightly less confident than she was moments prior.
>>69009 Content with the amount obtained,he stuffs them in the empty pouch he bought. He decides to explore the area further for any other interesting events.
>>69011 It appears to be as the sister suspected - a set of hoof prints leads into the forest. When you follow it more, you can see that there is a trail that runs through the forest
>>69012 If you mean to say the unpopulated area south of the main city, it seems that there is nothing clearly going on
>>69015 If his stomach is as strong as his name, there is a large set of tall grass by the river. Fruit and tubers, however are a bit lacking, and there really isn't much to eat otherwise
>>69016 She is able to follow the trail and into the woods. The sister follows. "This was wooded even when we had it before. Now, it is even more overgrown"
>>69025 He stays there for a bit, relaxing near the riverbank. To think ponies decided to leave behind this life of freedom for security. They deserve their misfortune as a society. He thought about the pony spewing nonsense at the bar last night. He dressed kind of funny and had an insignia if he remembered correctly. He should keep that in mind when his next assignment arrives to ask about that.
>>68797 Well wouldn't you know, Ms. Prancer walks into the bar, looking around and walking quickly
>>69026 You would, except the path is fairly clear, and in any even the sister knows the way. After some minutes you come upon a sort of clearing with a hill. On this hill is a rectangular brick building which the sister identifies as the Old Priory
>>69027 >>69028 Iron suddenly had an idea. He should buy some fur armor from a predator, as he remembered one of the tribesmen speak about their thick skin. Problem is, where could be find that? He starts heading back towards the city to look for it.
>>69034 It's dark and not well illuminated inside. The rooms don't really look empty, with furniture and assorted items that seem to have been stored and forgotten there
>>69038 the first room appears to be mostly open like a sort of lobby, with a hallway down the end. On the ground are chairs and the like, some knocked over, some stood up. There a few leaves on the floor. Folded tables rest on walls, as if stored there an abandoned
>>69045 "Let me check with the bartender for you." "Not what I was hoping for, but who knows, this could pay off," he Eeeee's to himself. Brie walks up to the bartender. "Hey, have you seen a purse around? The mare says she might have left it here."
>>69049 Wind howling in the distance, and blowing through an open window. A bird chirping in the forest. Leaves rustling outside. A mouse moving. A foal sobbing. Metal crashing down where must be literally five miles away or more \r
[1d20-1 = -1] >>69031 He decides to ask the townsfolk around the slums, see if they know anything about a man who manufacutres fur armor, since he believes that type of armor is cheap. He has no more options than that. Roll gather information.
>>69051 She is stressed and looking around and under booths, but when he finds her, she answers "Yes. Sassy Saddle's Porte Haute Blanche of the Canterlot Carousel"
>>69054 You're in luck! They tell you of a shop in North side that makes what you are looking for
>>69055 "I guess she's used to being waited on," he Eeeee's to himself. "Coming right up!" He returns to the bartender. "Yeah, that sounds right, some overly complicated, foreign-language name I couldn't repeat if I tried."
>>69052 He's not in that room. The sound is far down the hallway, past several rooms, into a room towards the end of the hall that seems to have been a bathroom. And right there, sure enough, is a cowering foal with a sun cutie mark
>>69056 He finds the shop. Inside are all manner of animals - bears, bobcats, you name it. A Brown stallion comes up. "Hello, I'm Cotton stuff. You have need of a taxidermist?"
>>69057 He hands over the purse. "if that had been an original Carousel product, it would be priceless. They don't make those anymore. But damned if this isn't the next best thing." He hands over the overly fancy bag
>>69058 "Tah-zee... what?" Iron was taken aback by the complex word he never heard of before. "Do you have fur for me to wear? I can pay." He looks around, seeing these many animals around him, he must be an animal carer or something.
>>69061 "Shhhh, it's all fine now.." Sister Ash whispers, as she moves closer to comfort him "We're here for you. Now why don't you come back with us to the abby? I'm sure your friends are waiting for you."
>>69062 Cotton Stuff smiles. "Oh no no no, we don't have clothing for you to wear, we stuff animals dead animals, so you can have the appearance of the animal preserved without rotting flesh. See" He points to taxidermied animals
>>69064 "I was just trying to explore the woods to go see the priory, then there was this wolf and I ran in here to hide. I was so scared" he says extremely quickly
>>69063 "Thank you, I don't think I need any other assistance"
>>69067 The filly is hugged, and somewhat calmed down
>>69066 Oh yeah, they are there alright. Wolves, bobcats "We've had clients bring in tigers and, well, even more majestic animals, they are just too valuable to leave up as store displays."
>>69080 Is the sound of shaking leaves caused by the wind or by feet moving through along the ground? Who can say? You hear no growls, no obvious breathing, or any other obvious sign of life besides what you think are the Sister and Sunny
>>69075 "Do you take me for a fool? You must have at least one of those corpses." Iron hated hunting since most creatures ran away from him the moment they see him, and he was not the sneakiest one, only passing the hunting test out of luck when he threw a rock so hard that the prey was knocked unconscious. "Fine, did the hunters tell you where to find them?"
>>69083 The sister looks out, and then concerned. "I haven't walked this way in many years.... Which way is back?"
>>69084 Cotton Stuff laughs. "Oh no, I don't hunt the animals, hunters bring them to me. They get them way down south. I mean way down south, in the Jungle. When they get off their ships here they sometimes send them to me"
>>69088 "Those are also brought by hunters, though from much closer. They hunt in the Hayseed Forests south in Duskaway. There are more than a few around here"
>>69090 They qualify as hide, and can be stronger when treated. They do more than no protection against knives and arrows, and are not nearly as sturdy as steel
>>69087 Sister Ash confidently strides down the path, the brush almost seeming to part away from her path (woodland stride); as she leads the two ponies back to the abby.
>>69092 This statement leads a stallion to ask what they will do about the continent of Griffonia. Someone comments that the workers of the griffons will rise eventually as many of them already have
>>69093 She proceeds down the path with the Sister close by and the foal as well.
>>69094 "Oh yes. We take bears. There are bears in these woods, and in the swamps, and in the forests down south. What do you want exactly?"
>>69095 "See? It's not so bad now, is it?" The Sister says, trying to comfort the foal as she magically swats briars and thorns out of the way with her broom.
>>69095 Iron nods. "Since you are not selling me the fur I want, I will have to hunt them myself." He ponders for a moment. "Any hunter you know that can be hired for the job? I do not mind race."
>>69097 >>69097 Cotton Stuff pauses for a moment. “If what you want is the hide of a black bear or a wolf, I have a couple that are not suffed, and of course several that are stuffed. If you want a fancy fur suit, I know a few outlets. If you want the corpse of a dead wolf or bear, I know a couple vendors. If you want to hire someone to make a corpse for you, who I send you to will depend on the animal. And if you want a live bear or wolf, well, I’m not sure if it’s legal, but....
Like what are you trying to do exactly? If you don’t mind my asking.” \r
>>69101 "Oh, so you do have unstuffed hides." Iron looks relieved by this sudden change. "I want it to wear it as armor. I heard bear skins are pretty tough." Iron lowers his eyes "And no, I do not want to protect myself with something like metal. Only weaklings use that."
Sorry for that roundabout way of saying what I wanted. Had to consider all options.
>>69102 >>69102 “Oh, so it’s armor you want! I’m more than happy to sell you hide, though I will say that, depending on what you need it for, I’d rather have a customer who comes back. I tell you I know a couple armorers, who se to the rich who fear crime, to hunters who go into the jungle, to mercenaries who go into the jungle.
You think metal is for the weak, but what about ballistic nylon? Let me tell you, if anything is ‘weak,’ it’s steel against Manticore claw and hot lead”
So everyone knows, I am away from my laptop and will be entirely unavailable for a few hours I’m not too long. I hope to get everything concluded for the characters by the end of tonight though
>>69107 >>69107 “Ballistic Nylon. It’s a fabric that is used in modern armors, but a person who sells those sort of things can tell you much more than I could. But of course, if you want a bear hide, I’ve got a nice one here”
>>69108 She hears now a growl, and a very large shape walks out from the woods before her. It’s a wolf. And I don’t mean like an ordinary grey wolf that is smaller than a pony, no, this is the grey wolf’s badass grandpa: the Dire Wolf. Like a timber wolf, but a bit fleshier and less magical. It stands on the path before them and growls. The two other ponies are terrified, both clinging to each other
>>69111 Fuck it. I'm going for it. Too cool to pass up
Iron unclapses the pouch of bits from the belt. "I will take one of them in the best condition possible. Name your price. I would like for you to give me the directions of the armorers. I may visit them later."
[1d20+7 = 15] >>69111 Ummmmm "Sh-shoo now..!" Sister as says, putting herself between the wolf and the ponies, raising her broom, preparing to parry (+2 AC, fighting defensively) Rolling Wild Empathy to soothe the beast
>>69112 >>69112 Cotton stuff holds up the bear skin, and it’s too large for the whole thing to be lifted off the ground. “This beauty is 30 bits, and a wolf is 25. As for armor, well, if you’re looking for what the elite trust to protect them, well, there’s a high end store called ‘pommel’ that up front sells fancier clothes than you’d care for, but in the back sells high grade armor if you ask. Adventurers tend to go to the Jungle Gear store, closer to the docks.
>>69116 Iron nods, this is nice. Maybe wolves and tigers were bar armors since their skin was thin, but bears should have thicker skin than both of them. He hands over the 25 bits to the buyer.
>>69118 "I said SHOO!" Sister Ash says, much more loudly this time, a faint whisp of smoke trailing from her left eye As she says this, a white hot ball of flames erupts from the tip of her broom, sizzling as it pushes threateningly towards the beast >Flaming Sphere, but she hasn't attacked yet
[1d8+10 = 14] [1d20+11 = 21] >>69122 Ash has great reflexes, but it appears the wolf barely beats her. It lunges to bite. Also rolling damage just in case it lands
Now that I think about it, this may be worth expending some spells on.
[3d10 = 16] >>69127 Well fuck, it's not going to fuck off from that kind of damage. Sister Ash spends her remaining standard action to call down a bolt of Lightning (16 DC reflex for half; 3d10 cuz it's clouy today).
>>69132 I really hope you can manage. I'd be pretty pissed if I died against a damn dog. I shall spread the dice gods' favor to sway them to your side.
>>69134 This is worse than my crit fail intimidation and had to fight 5 guys. At least I left with half health and a zebra's mild infatuation. I really hope you crit hit and win. I'd hate to see your character die without any interaction with players in game.
[1d8+10 = 15] [1d20+11 = 15] It’s intermission in the Christmas play which means another post
>>69127 The fire burns the fur and some of the flesh of the Dire Wolf. It’s not enough to cripple it by any means, but it certainly grabbed the attention of the Dire Wolf. A scaly pony that shoots fire and doesn’t die with 16 damage, and the wolf is beginning to think it made a miscalculation when it picked a fight with a Dragon. The wolf retreats 30 feat and stares in pouncing position with a “what are you” stare at the.... whatever it is
>>69128 Yes. He missed work last night and may be replaced. He should see his boss/landlord
>>69136 Sister Ash pushes the five foot ball of fire menacingly towards the beast, simultaneously using it as an improvised shield (it would have to move around the ball). The sky above crackles with energy, as she prepares a readied action call down another bolt of lightning on it if it makes another threatening move.
With her wild empathy, she signals to the wolf to begone, or face her wrath, her left eye now leaking flames and half her face charred black as she growls through wounded pants.
>>69139 Bitch, please. You think you close up a bar at noon then go do shopping? The hell lind of bar does that? Anyways, I didn’t fail your dice role, so you are okay anyways.
>>69138 Roll the dice to see if it got the message
Also, upon close inspection, I couldn't actually hit it with lightning last round, because that would have been a full round action. I can now though, and I will if he takes another step.
>>69117 The discussion wraps up. They agree that preparations must be made to strike. And important part of that preparation involves the docks the next night. And the next, or perhaps first important stage involves the South
>>69138 >>69143 The Dire wolf cowers ever so slightly, but continues growling, with a posture as if it is going to lung forward. It takes steps backwards, always facing forward towards ash, one step back for every step forward the fire ball is moved, plus an additional 5 feet, now 35 feet away from the fireball.
>>69142 Cotton Stuff takes the money and Iron is now the proud owner of both a bear and a wolf hide. Now where to?
>>69145 Of course Iron takes off the leather belt, then puts on, in order, the wolf hide,the leather belt and the bear hide right there. After this he inspects himself through the reflection glass.
Mainly to see if the hides actually fit, which may make me go to a tailor or cut it to my measurements. Also you can tell me how I look more accurately to others.
>>69146 The leather belt can be adjusted so it is the right size, the wolf hide is the closest fit, and the bear hide is, well, it's a black bear. It's big
>>69145 Sister Ash pushes the giant ball if fuck-off forward Another 30 feet (it can only move 39 feet per round), toward off the doggo threateningly. Above, the sky crackles with energy, filling the area with the smell if ozone. >Tfw this ball-thing will disappear in 3 rounds
>>69148 The Wolf moves back, first by a couple steps, then runs back and turns back towards Ash, barking repeatedly. It is 35 feet from the location of the fireball
>>69147 Iron was a bit dissapointed by the size of the bear hide, he should cut it down a bit. This means he should find a tailor. He guesses that the Jungle Rush the stallion told about should do the job just fine. "Thank you." He steps out the shop and goes to Jungle Rush.
>>69149 Ash pushes the ball towards it, her now-undone mane standing on end as she prepares to zap it if it tries to get within 39 feet of any of them.
>>69151 Jungle Gear is a fairly large building by its own, with canoes on stands and a whole row of rifles behind glass cases. The Stallion greats: "G'day mate. What can ah' do for 'ya"
>>69150 >>69153 It barks again, repeatedly, and again backs up for each movement of the fireball
>>69155 Well, it's morning now. Onyx should probably try to acquire some weapons or armor
>>69165 Hmmm. Well, our other fighter is also unarmed and unarmored, so you're not alone I take it you don't want to see if you can get the halberd back
>>69164 He enters the Grocery store. They have vegetables and temperate fruit, though the tropical fruit selection is a bit lacking
>>69166 The wolf lets out a whimper, falls to its feet, gets back up, and scurries off of the pathway
It is still alive, but now out of sight, last seen on the side of the pathway you will need to cross about 65 feet up
>>69161 Iron hesitated to answer. "I heard there is business on hunting predators, so I thought to take advantage of it. Now can you do the job or not?" The only predators he would hunt are the sneaky vulture-kind, that sustained themselves by loans who did not intend to pay, as the payment was satisfactory to him.
>>69172 He's a bit further back in the trees, watching
>>69169 Well, you can get it back if the case is closed, but if you want to chalk it up to another weapons sweep
>>69173 He's a bit confused. "do you want this to be the armor itself or would you like it as an aesthetic venir to cover a more traditional nylon and steel jacket? If it's the former we need to boil and harden the hide, the latter is an easier process"
[3d10 = 20] >>69177 I've had it. Sister Ash gives a prayer in her bative language, and a bolt of lightning drops down on the wolf, where it stands. SHAZAM 16 DC reflex for half damage
>>69181 "Well, you see the hide on it's own isn't that strong until treated. When it is treated, we could make a substance that will do a lot to stop animal bites and knives, but won't do much to stop a bullet, and the more forceful and direct attacks from claws and knives. It will let you move around a lot, however.
Nylon and steel, however, are bulkier and heavier. But they are much better at stopping attacks. A basic flack jacket is mostly nylon with some steel plating, and is mostly maneuverable and less protective, and you can add more steel for more weight and more protection. If you opt for the steel and nylon, we can use the fur as a sort of aesthetic venir so it looks like a bear hide, or maybe even attack the plate directly to the bear hide in place of nylon.
Think about what kind of hunter you want to be. Do you want to be swift and able, but not as able to take hits, or slow but sturdy.
As for costs, the heavier armor will cost a hell of a lot more, but what else is money for?
Basically look at the armors in the Medium Armor class on this page, and choose what you want. Also see Splint Mail armor in the "Heavy" category"
>>69183 Is that with taking racial adjustments into consideration?
Iron thought a bit. He was already sturdy as it is and he did not want to be a hypocrite and go back on his ideals like a coward. "Just treat both hides without steel and nylon. How much will it cost in total?"
>>69196 Both griffons are by the door, same as earlier. They are of a red and black coloration, but as stated before, those two red and black colored griffons are different than the red and black colored griffons you are to follow the next night
>>69194 She looks at him. "You'd be surprised. Anyways, yesterday.... I see, looks like a fatal stabbing at a flowershop with.... no wait, that involved a knife. Wrong flowershop"
>>69196 "That was awesome! You saved us!" The foal hugs her, then pulls away when he is covered in blood
>>69188 I emerge from the woods, and head out towards Baltimare. "Why, what do we have here? Think it will be any different than the ones before it?" I ask myself as I meander down the road. "Doubtful. But if it ends the same as the other one, then we will at least have a good laugh about it."
>>69200 "Stabbing with a halberd.... knife, knife, spear, knife, HALBERD! Wait. Not at a flowershop."
After two minutes "Okay, I think I found it. Item 10520. We normally wouldn't release evidence only a day after a homicide, but the case is as solved as it is going to be, and we need the space in our evidence room"
She goes to ask someone to retrieve the item
>>69201 The sister looks at her "Goodness, I think we should take you to a doctor"
>>69202 He looks at you with the griffon equivalent of pic related
>>69204 "Ash.. what was that? The lightning and fire?"
>>69205 >Doctor ".. Yes, if you would please.." >Lightning and fire "Magick." she says flatly, appearing somewhat hurried "Just a few tricks I learned from the trees..."
>>69207 "What exactly is in those trees?" In any event, they call up priestess Sundew to drive her to the hospital. They place her in the back seat, and sister mary comes along
"I heard you saved a foal and a sister from a dire wolf"
>>69211 If it is OOC, then yes, my character saw automobiles when he explored the outskirts. Don't know if they are those first cars in existence or any other thing.
>>69220 "Alright. I shall come three hours later then." He checks the clock to see the time and decides to visit the Watering Hole to see recreation activities.
>>69220 "I Have infiltrated a communist cell, They Are planning a revolution, it is still in its infancy right now. Affordable Care Is Planning Something at the Docks, i assume it has something to do with "red and black" They Are also planning on Causing a revolution in the south."
>>69224 He'd be particularly interested in strength-based activities, maybe hoofwrestling or the typical "who can carry the most" kind of challenge. I can push to alcohol resistance since it's a kind of strength based on endurance.
>>68779 >>68802 >>68825 >>68937 >"We are working on, shall we say, convincing the ponies of the South and to the East" >"We have some help that will be arriving in at the docks tomorrow" >"We've secured help in our struggle. We haven't set a time for any action, but we are laying a foundation" >Various ponies speculate as to what the establishment of a worker's state would look like. They see the fact that the other districts of Equestria are further from revolution as a sort of roadblock, and most believe the Black Hooves' line that throwing out the Blackhooves would leave a vacuum the Changelings would try to fill. Some, however, are optimistic about the chances of establishing an Semi-Enclave state in Baltimare, seeing as the Baltimare district does not share a border with the Changelings, but has another district as buffer to the East, Fillidephia to the North, the Fire Sea to the South, and open Ocean to the west. One pony suggests that maybe the Black Hooves would allow them to break off peacefully, or set themselves up as a worker's protectorate. This suggestion is laughed at, but he points out that they've let Larry Berry's socialists be elected, as well as Restorationist governments in Fillidephia and some towns in Manehattan, with only the border districts being denied any right to go against the party line. Another set of talk suggests that the Workers would do a better job of defending their homes than the Black Hooves ever would. >>69223 "Not much information about either sir."
It wouldn't be that difficult for me to think of sistuations where Iron is briefly hired as an escort for a hunter, or a body guard for an important figure, or he places bets on how much weight he drag, or he does some illegal boxing for cash, or, well, something. But at the moment I feel like it would be hard for me to follow through, I need a little time
>>69227 "I see. It sounds like they are indeed planning a revolt, but fortunately they don't have much prepared. We have time. It sounds like what is happening tomorrow will indeed be significant. And it sounds like they may have another faction aiding them"
"If you could go tomorrow to the docks, perhaps with some help, you could gather information, and then once we know what we need to know, try to hold them down long enough for us to send in the Reservists"
>>69228 It's actually not that bad. Like I said before, I can wait to plan and perfect a little quest to pass time. I'll be up for 1 more hour at the least. Do not focus too hard on me and finish up Dark's quest first. I'll do something IRL in the meantimme.
>>69229 "Well, yes, after they've demonstrated that they are conspiring to revolt, or are working with foreign governments against this one. And it would be great to try to kill their plans in the craddle. but we also need them to keep talking, because there is a lot of information we don't know. You would need to act only after they've said their piece. As for sending in the reservists, well, it would be better if we never sent in any uniformed officers at all. The moment we do that, they are tipped off that we've figured out their plans, and they change tactics or attack us more quickly and directly. What would be best is if we could have a group of ponies with no known allegiance to the Black Hooves attack them and stop them. It would look like a gang killed them, like they failed to pay or came onto the wrong turf"
>>69231 >it would be better if we never sent in any uniformed officers at all. The moment we do that, they are tipped off that we've figured out their plans, and they change tactics or attack us more quickly and directly. "That Does Sound like a Problem." >What would be best is if we could have a group of ponies with no known allegiance to the Black Hooves attack them and stop them. It would look like a gang killed them, like they failed to pay or came onto the wrong turf" "Have Anyone in mind?"
>>69234 He laughs at this "Hiring like you're filling in a crew on a sailing vessel? Alright. Well, it may actually be a benefit if they have no experience with the black hooves, because then it makes it more convincing that we are not the ones doing it. If you need help, we can provide some, but I don't think we quite have the mares to do it"
>>69236 "Well, to be honest, we still don't know the exact location, unless you learned that last night, except that it is in a group of buildings near the waterfront. I would think you would need to be able to either sneak in and around the buildings quietly and unnoticed, or go inside like nothing was peculiar about you at all. When things get ugly, you're going to need strong stallions who can take down opponents. Preferably both silently, and with a gun when the bullets do finally start flying. I would think that if you find yourself in the position that you have to fight sentries, you'd want to do that without alerting the main group of communists. And if some pony can do magic, that'd be real useful.
We still don't know exactly what role the Waterfront gang and the police play in all of this. We suspect the gang is giving some support, but we don't know what or how much. We don't know to what degree the Police are helpful or corrupt. Expect both the gang and the police to stop by when gunshots ring. Above all else, find out who the new faction is, and stop them" \r
>>69237 "Sir one other thing im not sure if its relavant or not but they also mentioned possibly having a revolution in griffonia as well. and sir, i would like to requisition a Bolt Action Rifle For this mission."
>>69238 "One last thing, we have a liaison to set up between us and you, who will help you set things up. Meet Blue Skies"
A cute looking Pegasus Mare comes into the room, with a blue-white almost cloud-like coat and a Dark blue mane, blue green eyes and a yellow cutie mark of a sword with wings. She is smiling and has a slender appearance."
>>69243 "That could work. Anyways, nice to meet you. I help the governate police around here, and can help with supplies, maybe tactics, until you have your team ready"
>>69245 "I could hardly tell you how to assemble a team, I'm mostly just here so you don't need to keep making trips back to headquarters while you prepare"
>I can summon a dire wolf by giving up a third level spell Oh... Nah, he would've just gotten angry/territorial. Didn't want to hurt him too badly anyway.
>>69252 The driving of the car is rather erratic and fast, and you get the strong impression that these devices need to be banned or at least heavily restricted. The sister adds "you're lucky there was only one of those wolves. They are supposed to come in packs."
Sundew adds "This isn't exactly a wilderness. If there were more of them, they must have all been killed." You all arrive at the hospital, and the two mares try to help you inside. A nurse asks a question and then directs you immediately to the emergency ward. A stallion starts to look at her wounds
"These look like they've already been lightly healed"
>>69253 [Ochophobic shaman noises] "I.. I-it's too bad. All the deforestation in recent years makes them all the more likely to encounter ponies. Anyway, I hope he learned his lesson and will stay away from the orphanage." Sister Ash replies through gritted teeth, as she braces herself to the seat of the infernal driving machine.
>healed "Just a bit. I learned a few tricks about healing myself, in my training, but I wouldn't call myself an expert..." She says, staring at the gash in her flank, hoping it doesn't scar.
"Well, it looks like it stopped the bleeding, so the wound is already mostly stabilized. Now please, hold still for this, it may hurt a little, but will make the pain go away."
He levitates a hypodermic needle and injects Ash with it. With a blue glow of unicorn magic, he starts working on the wound with that "modern medicine" voodoo wizardry people talk about, disinfecting the wound and applying stitches and whatnot.
Sister Marery says to her "I never knew you were a mage"
>>69255 The mare hands back the halberd, which has a blackish brown venir on its pointed end. "Here you go."
>>69257 >REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE needles! Sister Ash makes a horrified expression as the doctor stabs her, but manages to hold still long enough for him to finish (and resist the urge to burst into flames)
"Oh, yes. I am a bit of a mage, you could say. I wouldn't call myself a Wizard of any sort like those unicorn magi in Equestria, but I do know a few spells that have come in handy over the years. I was never very good at working with my hooves." Sister Ash says, talking rather quickly as she distracts herself from the treatment
>>69258 "Easy now. Many ponies have a fear of needles, and some ponies have a Vascovagal response to it." The doctor, for his part, is happy to have found a part of the pony-thing that isn't hard scales.
>>69259 ".. In way.." the Kirin replies , a hoof drifting up to her branch-like horn "I'm not from around here. My kind were known to you ponies as 'Kirin'.." she continues awkwardly, her understanding of racial relations being rather limited.
>>69261 "It's just that some of the sisters are concerned about the source of your powers, seeing as we don't know what spirits and what magics they consort with down in Zebrica. I don't mean to be rude. I am not sure sister Rosemary and Sunnyday would have made it home without you, and I thank all you have done for us"
>>69262 The Shamanistic Sister frowns at the subject, not entirely sure how to respond, but nods her head in understanding "Among the circles I had a privilege to attend, I met many kinds of magi. The Shahir and the Wu Gen were exceptionally powerful, drawing their magick (she puts a bit of extra accent on the k) from the teachings of the spirits they conjured.. fearsome spirits, the likes of which you could never imagine.." she trails off, as if remembering something unpleasant "I however, had no such training, or privilege for such magick. I never considered myself an arcanist, but a disciple of the Elements. As for 'spirits', if that's what you would call them, I do see them, speak to them even. In prayer, I can feel them, watching, listening, surrounding us every aspect of our lives. The Elements are like... What's the world you ponies use for it? The forces that drive this world..?"
>>69263 The Bartender and owner greets him when he enters. "Now where have you been?"
>>69264 "The world drives itself. It's Harmony that orders it, gives the seasons and the celestial bodies a schedule, and unites ponies together in common purpose"
>>69265 She snaps "Harmony! That's the word." she says, a ghost if a smile returning to her face
Then she continues "The Magick of my people naturally follows a path that would be suspicious to the arcanists of this nation.. The Winds brought me here to serve the poor, which, but my own mission.. was to gain a greater understanding of the gentle Magick of the Equestrians. Harmony.. is a notion of great value where I come from; for without it, we only face fire and destruction."
>>69268 "Very well then. But we are glad to see you have powers to use for good. Because celestia knows we need a protector."
The doctor has been working this time. "Soon to be done"
>>69270 The tavern is before him, a two story red building on a street corner. If he goes in, he sees the same bartender, a coal-black pony talking to him, and a grey Bat pony talking to a rather nice looking white unicorn mare. Steel Heart is not present at the moment
>>69273 "Oh I see. No thanks, it's calm enough early morning."
>>69272 He looks a bit concerned. "Alright then. Glad to see you are in one piece"
>>69271 "Sting operation, several petty criminals were arrested. The bar will be closed for a few more hours though"
>>69273 >>69275 Fucking hell, I miss understood the scene. There is no bat pony or white mare, and Blue Skies says "I assure you I can handle myself. I just need to make sure you can handle tonight"
>>69276 The fill-in guy last night didn't quite fix everything right. Some chairs and tables are dirty \r
>>69278 "Funny thing about tables in crowded restaurants. they have this annoying tendency to need to be re-cleaned."
>>69279 The doctor says "Alright, this should heal in short time, but you are good to walk now."
Sister Marery tells Ash. "Sundew had to drive back to the diocese, so we must walk back. I hope you are good to walk, and I have to make a couple stops."
>>69281 "All we can really say is that it is a few ponies, mostly members of the Waterfront Gang"
>>69280 "A bit thin, but that's to be expected midday"
>>69282 "hehe," *winks back* "you're gunna need that gun"
[1d20 = 9] >>69283 Iron frowned. No wonder they did not contact him again. He tries to look behind the cop to get a better look at the scene under him. Rolling spot.
>>69289 Iron scratched his chin. He decides to look for any back entrance and how many guards were at the scene and how well equipped they were. Maybe they'd give a sizeable reward for the rescue.
>>69290 "The vet is one of those Crystal ponies that were released when the General didn't want to hand them over to the Changelings. The bat came in last night looking for work, and showed a particular interest in one of my customers."
>>69292 Police are armed with standard battons, and cover every entrance with at least two officers
>>69291 >>69293 Sister Marery goes in, kind of disgusted by the enivornment. She quickly sees who she came for though, and heads over to the far side. The bar tender is there, with a white and blue pegasus, a black earth pony with a black jacket, and a black earth pony wipes tables
>>69294 Sister Ash appears similarly uncomfortable, herself not being used to bars, but follows in suit. "Have you been having an infestation lately?" She says, eyeing the tank
>>69300 "Ah, it's important to take care of orchards. They can last for ages, but they'll die quicky if neglected. I heard that Equestrians took a good deal of pride in their fruit."
>>69298 *walks over to the black pony cleaning tables* "Hey hows it going colt? Do you know somepony who can do magic that is looking for a job?" >>69294 DarkStar is red
>>69301 "Indeed, we do. I'm sorry dear, but I need to talk to this lost and lonely man for a few minutes. The Mother thinks he's falling into Alcoholism"
>>69294 Iron huffs in annoyment. He could bust their flanks since he is strong, but he feels like it is going to have major ramifications his mind could not comprehend. However, the potential for renown and rewards is higher still. After a bit of a mental discussion with himself, he is stuck in place, looking for a sign of the Gods of what to do.
>>69306 >>69306 A hoof gently taps him on the shoulder. When he turns around, Iron sees Black Cauldron. “Shut of your favorite bar?” She smiles. “There are other bars in this town you know?”
>>69311 Iron shakes his head. "I am sorry, Cauldron. I was overthinking something. Any other taverns to wait? I was using the bits to manufacture some armor for me."
>>69313 "Ah you know a little of this, a little of that. *He leans in where he thinks no one else can hear and whispers* "you might get to shoot some communists."
>>69316 "i thought you might be. we gonna try to get them to talk, so we are gonna Pretend to be Communists if they start shooting at us Shoot to kill."
>>69313 >>69313 You instantly recognize the “friend” he points to. It’s the exact same mare who, last night, messed with the green goo that was placed on you and said you were not a Changeling. For her part, she turns, looks at you, then instantly turns back around
>>69314 “Sure. A little further away is the Eastaode tavern”
>>69317 The Kirin seems a bit annoyed to be distracted from the daunting task of restraining raging mane, but answers politely. "A foreigner." She says flatly, hoping the stallion will be satisfied which he won't
>>69319 Iron nods. "I shall go there, then. It was nice seeing you." He smiles warmly towards her. "I thought you were in the Watering Hole for a second there."
>>69320 "ive never seen anypony like you, where are you from? whats up with that thing on your head? is it a horn?" >>69321 "The Job is tonight at the water front, by some warehouses."
>>69322 She smiles more. "No, though I think I know some of the ponies who were. Where have you been?" She starts walking forward, presumably on the way to the Tavern
>>69328 "I cannot say where exactly, but the jungle is my home. I ventured out to mature, to understand and endure the outside world. The elders warned us about the dangers of these places, of…"cee-vee-lai-sei-tion. I can see how it weakens the people in here. Their lives are miserable here."
>>69338 >Shot "Blood poisoning.. the ponies of this land have drummed up a habit of poking holes into each other with lead filings. Such wounds need to be treated immediately.." >Zebrica "It's big." She says flatly
>>69344 "I make tonic on my own. We can mingle, I have time"
When they enter, they see the bar tender, and a group of a few ponies. A Dark Red Earth Pony with a black jacket, a skinny and kind of cute light blue coated pegasus mare with a dark blue mane to his left, and a Coal black earth pony to his right. To the far left of that table is a weird dragon pony looking creature
>>69345 Iron sits at the table next to the ragtag group of ponies, beckoning Cauldron to follow. "What is there to do in this place? Seems like a boring place to be." He looks around the place further, trying to figure out this place's purpose.
>>69348 She laughs and says "Not every pony likes spending every hour getting shot or beating down ponies. Some mares like a nice drink. Anyways, this is a place to meet new creatures and talk"
>>69349 Her ears quickly droop, she reaches for a glass, and says "The red stallion over there got me a drink. It's on his tab I think"
>>69352 "A place to talk?" He scratches his chin. "How boring." He looks towards the counter. "I heard there are fights here. I thought it was a natural occurrence." Iron laughs. "Maybe it is tainted by the first visit at the bar we went together, with the costumed ponies. I can be wrong."
>>69354 I believe that the last part of >>69355 was addressed to you. It's a large Earth pony stallion who looks like a native, with a pouch and a belt, and a Zebra mare behind him
>>69360 "Well they Are responsible For Terrible things. They Murdered 20 million ponies to achieve their ends of ruling over the populace, in which case they implemented terrible polices including the banning of religion,Mares are property of the state, Dumping waste in the rivers which kills all the nature. and numerous other horrible things."
>>69355 "... Those are some nice pelts." a creature in the far corner says unsolicitly, before turning back to her chat >>69361 "That's unbelievable.."
>>69359 Iron shakes his head. "Sorry, I was talking with my friend here," he points to Cualdron, "but I will be glad to spar with you if you think you have the guts." He cracks his neck, loosening it. "You may just surprise me."
>>69362 "My politics Directly opposes them. The Black Hooves believe in the highest law:The Eternal fascism of nature, so we Do all we can in order to protect it and at the same time we raise the workers up to their rightful place in society.And Family is Highly Valued."
>>69365 The Draconic creature narrows he already narrows eyes "I was never really studious in my research of ponish ideologies.. Back where I trained, our circles would just come and go with the wind.. Equestrian politics is not exactly a string suit for me." She clutches her broom in what looks like an attempt at a shrug, but winces as her stitches hurt "I only try to do what I can for the impoverished."
>>69370 Iron looks at the challenging pony. "You think you have what it takes, colt? I do not want you to cry when you break your arm trying to push mine." He places his foreleg on the table, ready for the "battle" ahead.
>>69372 "So Do i. but let me cut to the chase here *DarkStar leans into The kirin* "I have a job for you if you are intersted. ill fill you in on the details after this Hoof Wrestling match" >>69373 "You Dont Look so tough." *sits Down across From Iron* "Ar you Ready Colt?"
>>69390 >>69389 >>69388 >>69387 "I underestimated you. You do have stength after all." Iron nods in approval. "I will not fail next time we hoofwrestle." He looks over the coal pony. "You are also strong. I will take you on later."
>>69417 "oh right haha. *leans into the dragonmare and whispers*>>69416 "the a job i have, for you is, infiltrating a communist cell. if things go hot id like to have a Magic user on our side."
>>69417 Iron perks his head up. "A job, you say? I could partake in it... for a price. A pair of hooves is always nice in a pinch, and I am bored." I DISLIKE PHONEPOSTING ALREADY
>>69418 ".. Ummm, while I'd love to join you on such an endeavor... I do have prior commitments. I recently joined an Abby, you see.." the nun says nervously "N-no offense though." >>69419 Tell me about it.
>>69419 >>69419 The skinny Pegasus mare says with extreme confidence. “I’m afraid it’s a job only for stallions who of strength, who can keep their cool under pressure, who are willy, cunning, and brave, or who are blessed with magical powers. This is not seasonal work to pick bananas. I’m sorry to disappoint.”
>>69427 "Infiltration. Theres Something Going Down on the Docks tonight. An Interested Group of ponies want us to keep a eye on them. But if something goes wrong there could be some violence. and its in everyones benifit that we keep an eye on them, especially the homeless. this group wishes to Recruit them for sinister motives."
>>69424 He raises his eyebrow. "Water coming up, though if you like there's unfermented cider. Think about it." He rushes to the bar to retrieve water for her. >>69425 >>69426 Approaching Iron and Dark, the bat pone bears a smile. "And how about you gentlemen? Can I interest you in something to drink?"
>>69431 "Hmm, sounds like awfully violent work " >#Praying4U The nun still seems unconvinced, but visibly interested. "How long would this endeavor take?"
>>69440 "That depends,..." he suddenly drops the cheerful and cordial overtone and his faces becomes a steely-deadpan gaze. "What kinda job are you looking to pull, and how much is the reward?"
>>69428 "That is quite funny, mare. I bet I will be more useful than you." Iron laughs "I am not about to slack off at the job. I have honor for my job." He turns to the stallion. "I accept the payment."
>>69453 e_e He Eeee's quietly. "Try me," he says. "Tell you what." he walks away for a moment, and talks to the bartender. He returns shortly with the entire bottle of Cirdehaus (which is about 2/3 full) and plants it on the table. "Alright then. Let's talk business." he says with slight emphasis.
>>69462 "Where are my manners?" He steps away and returns with (enough) glasses (even one for her Scalyness), and then proceeds to pour himself a drink. "What's the job?" he asks, bringing the glass to his nose to take in its bouquet of aromas.
>>69463 "Infiltration. Theres Something Going Down on the Docks tonight. An Interested Group of ponies want us to keep a eye on them. But if something goes wrong there could be some violence"
>>69466 dubs He takes a short swig of the cider. "Good, I'm not the best at disguises. Now I know you might be a bit put off, because I'm just random bat from left field, but I like you guys. You seem like decent chaps who are actual players in a game that someone has painstakingly set out to depict. I like that. It sounds like fun,... better yet, it sounds like trouble." somehow, when he says 'trouble', its almost indistinguishable (perhaps more emphatic) than 'fun'.
>>69470 T> "Just go with it, he's trying to make it seem less awkward that the random waiter wants to throw in with strangers. He could make it more awkward if you really wanted,...." "Who said that?" the bat asks, slightly alarmed. "You heard that right?"
>>69472 >>69471 Iron looks annoyed by the antics. "Are you ill or something, bat? I would rather not have a madpony as support." He turns to the employer "I do not know about you, but I ceirtanly do not."
>>69472 "... erm,... uh,... nothing." he says downing his drink. "WHO ARE YOU?! WHY MUST YOU TORMENT ME?!" he Eeeee's internally. "So what sort of environment is to be infiltrated? You mentioned the docks, which gives me a few options. I could approach by sea, or by air. I could do it by land of course, but the other two seem to be more tactically sound."
>>69473 "We Need Someone with his skills." >>69474 "I Suspect the Waterfront Gang may be involved. As well as an Communist organization. they will be there tonight. i suggest going by Air."
>>69477 "Have any of you been to the Docks?" he asks everyone "i havent myself. so i guess well play it by ear, so to speak." >>69479 "yes i suspect they may be involved."
>>69481 "Not these docks, but I might have ventured to docks in a hostile setting previously." >>69482 "Shh, I'm assuming a gang, which means they're conditioned to expect/rely on strength in numbers. They're also going to be comfortable since its their home turf and 'who would dare assault us at home',... or at least thats the mentality 'I've heard such groups employ'." he says with a wink, pouring another drink of the cider. "This is really good, you lot should try it."
>>69489 "It is a great weapon, indeed." Iron looks at it more closely. "However, it could kill you if your enemy does not fear it." >>69490 He looks at the red stallion. "Guns are for the weak. It makes you soft with time."
>>69491 >>69494 "you colts are pretty old fashioned huh?" >>69496 "i would like some surveillance on the docks would you mind doing a quick fly over and seeing where you think the meeting would go down. as for the time,its going down tonight." >>69487 "How do you know them?"
>>69501 Iron shrugs "If we go to kill, we kill." He turns to the dragonmare. "Are you sure you are fine with killing ponies, as evil as they may be? I do not want you to harm your innocence, and frankly, do not think you can pull if off."
>>69504 Iron's eyebrows lower a bit. "You sure have a big gash there. Do you not have a stallion to protect you? I have seen some mares acting tough, but you seem to be pretty kind so far."
>>69516 "No need to be extreme, mare." Iron laughs. "Many times was my life was attempted to be taken in the jungle and I am here, talking with you." Iron leans closer to the offending pony. "You, on the other hand, look like a newborn with that silky coat, so forgive me if I do not believe you ever fought before." he leans back "Yes, I can kill just fine, by the way."
>>69531 "Hahaha, little colt, I'm not sure you understand the nature of the mission here. It involves far greater dangers than jungle cats or defensely shop owners, or whatever you are used to dealing with. We're talking Communist rebels, Changeling spies, and other more serious matters."
"I look prettier than you, it is true, but just because you are ugly doesn't mean you're fit to be a Soldier. Now please, drop the attitude, and stop acting like you are superior to everypony around us. Because all you've proven to us, is that you are the weakest hoof wrestler at this bar, and nothing more"
>>69534 Iron waved it off. "If you are talking about those weaklings that preach about equality I heard your partner say, then I have taken down 5 of them after they decided to fight me, mare. They were not tough at all. I do not expect anyone else did that the first day they come here." Iron stands back. "A simple hoofwrestle does not equal strength. Of course, you try to hide your inexperience fighting by equating strength with a simple game. Fighting is the true manifestation of strength, but I am indeed being carried away. Let us refocus on the mission."
>>69540 Sister Ash still looks unsure. >>69534 "..Marey.. Could I get back to you later this afternoon? I think I've found something that could be of use."
>>69544 New horse tips the sleepy bartender one bit. "Thank you." I continue listening to conversations that are none of my business while simply holding the drink.
>>69543 "Your hubris will get you killed. You think you're the world's greatest fighter because you took down a few anarchists in bar fight. These guys we will be going up against are anything but 'weaklings.' We can expect experienced mercenaries, foriegn advisors, secret agents, and a hell of a lot more commies than just 5. And so long as we are comparing numbers, I've taken down a hell of a lot more than 5 in my short time on this continent. So please, stop telling us all you are the greatest fighter ever, because you haven't done anything but lose in my presence"
>>69545 "You're free to do as you like. You've already done much for us, more than we could ever thank you enough for. We can have the older foals help with basic chores"
>>69554 ".. You'd have to ask Mr. Star about that. I'm not all that familiar with Equestrian ideologies. Apparently, they might have something to do with the Waterfront."
>>69558 "They are a mixed bag. They are the easiest to pull a joke on, but the hardest to get a laugh from." I chuckle. "But I suppose you mean how I view their policies. If they love their communism so much, why not sneak over to Stalliongrad? Because they want to take what we have for themselves." I sigh "What little we have anyway."
The batpone awakes with a start, having nodded off. "Apparently its not good practice to go a day and a half without sleep," he Eeeee's to himself. "Yes, reconaissance!" he proclaims, downing the remainder of his unfinished drink.
>>69557 "I'll tell you what Communists are. Who they have shown themselves to be. In the revolution in Aquellia, Communist rebels went into a convent of the order of Boreas, and gathered the nuns in a line. They told each to renouce their faith, and every one that refused, right then and their, had her throat slit, and their corpse thrown into a well. This is besides, of course, those Priests of Gryphus they put on river boats, then set on fire, or those long buried corpses they un-buried and displayed to show the public that the nuns were but ordinary gryphons - as if that weren't bloody obvious. And when the "moderate Democrats" won control of the government, they confiscated all Church property, banned all religious education, and removed all religious symbols in public buildings. They even removed religion from the cemeteries. Would you believe that? What happened in Stalliongrad wasn't quite as dramatic, but the result was the same. These are people are not simply goddless power craving bullies. They wish to destroy the spiritual. They believe everything is material, and the only motives are economic. And that is the world they will bring about by any means necessary."
She is almost crying "I hate the Fascists. They betrayed our Princesses, and they took half of our foals because they feared we would teach them the Princesses were the rightful rulers of Equestria. But let me tell you, I hope they arrest every communist, and I hope they overthrow those bullies in Aquellia and Stalliongrad while they are at it"
>>69561 "They will teach you real quick, buddy. Arrogance can be fatal."
>>69576 "If it's them left standing, they will eventually throw this whole city into chaos. And the jungles down South as well. Much is at stake here."
>>69578 Iron interjects "Speaking of which, I have to pick up something up at the Jungle Rush armory. When we pass there, I will pick it up." >>69579 "It is charming that you care for my kind, mare." Iron smiles. "Do not fret, I will not fail this mission when my honor is at stake."
The batpone, having missed the introduction of the sapphire pegasus, simply shrugs and carries on with his now tardy mission of performing reconnaisance of the docks and warehouse. Nodding to the bartender on the way out, he leaps into the air and takes flight.
>>69588 "Yes. You'll want the strongest armor you can buy, a quiet but lethal weapon, and, well, preferably a gun for when things get really nasty. Getting to know the area first would also be useful"
>>69589 "I believe he's selected you as well? I am his assistant in this manner"
>>69590 Iron stands up "Alright, I will head off to take the armor I sent to make. Maybe pick up a knife there if they have any." With that, he heads to the door. "Where exactly do we meet up later? I do not want to miss out on the mission."
>>69596 I know, I had to do a thing, so for plot continuity I determined that batpone fell asleep, since he had technically gone almost a day and a half without sleep. As such, he missed the first one. But no one noticed he was asleep, they just thought he was being quiet and edgy. Cuz he was being quiet and edgy, but he was also asleep
[1d20+12 = 13] Sister Ash leaves to occupy herself until the planned event Rolling survival to find the largest, heaviest branch she can carry >Big stick
>>69612 Iron thought a bit, but decided not to back down against his ideals of natural strength. "It is fine. I will take it. But I can buy a gauntlet if you have any, preferably spiked."
>>69620 It hasn't happened yet, I'm just trying to subtly imply that it would be... odd for the nun to run off to the site when the apparent plan was to have someone (me) run recon and report back.
>>69623 With a nod, he unequips the leather belt, and again chooses to wear the wolf skin, now actually armor, first, then the leather belt and finally the bear armor. After this, he believes to be ready to fight this mission, equips the boots on his front forelegs and walks off to the tavern, ready for action.
Alright, I'll be turning off my system and going to sleep. I will consider myself as "being at the tavern" already. See you all next thread