Welcome back to Occupied Equestria, an RP set in a conquered Equestria, using D&D 3.5e mechanics, and based in large part on the My Little Pony mod for Hearts of iron 4, Equestria at War
The party has successfully stopped the Communists of Baltimare from importing guns and foreign advisers in preparation for a revolt. They have also raided a Griffin freighter involved in arms trafficking, and are prepared to leave and end their long night.
[1d20+7 = 25]>>73377Sister Ash prepares a readied action to spring away as soon as they attack.
>"Could you all, like.. not?"
>>73381Take the twelve if you want a 1d20 roll.
[6d20 = 45]>>73382They ponder this course of action. Add +6 to the dice
>>73381"Feels free to accompany me i would love it."
>Fight = Averted
"Ah, nice to know the locals around here are a bit more reasonable." She says with a yawn
Sister Ash tosses all of her foraged rations towards the wolves as compensation, before she goes back to sleep on her makeshift grassbed.
And with that, I bid you all goodnight.
>>73389See you tomorrow. Sleep well.
>>73388She moves around to his side of the table and lays on him, in a cuddling fashion, with one leg over him, and a wing in part behind him
>>73389This they take
>>73387>>73386>>73382>>73389Iron, glad that the wolves did not attack them and bit their hides off, sleeps on the grass near the makeshift grassbed, not before taking off his hide armor (which is only the wolf armor.)
Night everyone as well
>>73388>>73393They're already at the tavern, I take it.
>>73396Anyone interesting in the bar?
>>73397The mare purrs, and has a definite happiness to her
>>73399At the moment I don't believe so
>>73401"I know I am not waifu material, but it feels good to be held"
>>73402"Of course you're waifu material blue."
Fuck it.
With a small sigh, Silver sits down on the side of his bed, looking at the sack of Bits he's acquired, contemplating it a bit more with his thoughts. After a couple minutes of silent consideration, he peeks inside to see exactly how much he's added to his funds.
>>73403"Are you sure? I know how I come across"
>>73404300 bits
>>73405"I like how you come across."
>>73406"How do I come across to you?"
>>73405He considers it one final time, before getting up from the bed.
"Fuck it. I'm thirsty." He has a good stretch, popping a few joints in the process, and wanders down to the bar to see if it's even open at this hour.
>>73408Its auxiliary bartender is gone, that I can tell you right now. But yes, last call is not until 2:00 AM
>>73409He sighs once more, sitting down at the counter.
"One more drink, then I am off to bed."
>>73410She slightly laughs
"I can safely say I've never been called
that before"
>>73411The over worked bartender comes up to him. "And here I thought you had gone to sleep. What can I get for you?"
>>73412"i also think you are a great fighter."
>>73413"Could not sleep." He looks over at the drinks menu, giving his decision a couple seconds to be made. "Do you have any of that blackjack from Skyfall left?"
>>73414"D'aww, thanks. I trained to be among the phalanx when I was a filie. I passed a set of trials they call the agoge, which emphasized both strength and stealth. Now I specialize in shooting people in the back"
>>73415"Sure, it's pretty expensive though"
>>73417He nods, placing down the fairly hefty number of Bits needed for the drink. "Yes. But I have heard it is worth it."
>>73418"Over in the east, way over in the East, the ponies there were in constant threat of invasion from the griffons. But the Phalanx, strong Pegasi warriors, held the line against the Griffins. We drove them back many a time, sometimes outnumbered 10 or more to 1"
>>73419Okay, just to be clear, the stuff is expensive because it is illegal to import, not because it is particularly old. Something like cuban cigars. So don't expect it to be the best ever"And here you go goodsir"
He fills the glass with the Blackjack Whiskey
>>73420I know, but that doesn't mean it isn't of good quality, either.He takes a sip, intending to enjoy his drink before he heads off to bed. In the meantime, he glances back to the old recruitment poster he saw coming into the tavern. "I am surprised they let you keep that up."
>>73421It has a pretty powerful kick to it.
"They don't really bother to check every building. I keep it up as reminder of the days when we stood united as one"
>>73423She gets up a little and sort of leans over the table
"I was raised in Nimbusia, in an Aristocratic family"
>>73422The drink makes him shiver a bit.
"Perfect." Outside of his thoughts, he looks back at the barkeeper. "It is good reminder. Brings back good memories."
>>73425"Where were you during the war?"
>>73424"oh wow youre royalty? im just a commoner."
>>73427"No, no... The
homioi were aristocracy in a sense. The sense that the Pegasi warriors were at the top of society. But truly, we were
citizens, all equal o each other."
>>73426He scratches his chin as he gathers his thoughts. "I was too old to be drafted. Too old to volunteer. So, I did what I had been doing for long time: mercenary work. Mostly operated behind enemy lines, gathering intel, taking out VIPs, running messages. Rarely was I on front lines. Decent work. Hard, dirty at times, but decent."
>>73429"We had all proven ourselves through the trials. We were the warrior class who were the guardian protectors of the eastern ponies against the griffins. We were free - no one's slaves."
>>73430"Damn. Those changelings must have been tough to deal with with their disguises"
>>73431"General rule when fighting changelings: avoid other ponies whenever possible." He takes another sip. "It helps to operate in their own lands. They get confident. Cocky. They do not think they will get attacked, so they do not bother with disguises. But in enemy lands? Different story."