Welcome back to thread number like 5 or 6 of Occupied Equestria, a My Little Pony RP based heavily upon the Equestria at War mod for Hearts of Iron 4, and using the mechanics of D&D 3.5, and set in South-East Equestria after it has been conquered and split between the Changelings and a foreign fascist power
Onyx is cleaning glasses, Spark has secured a contract to clear a quarry of Zombies for a real estate developer, Silver is eating meat, Ash and Iron are trying to raid what they believe to be a gangster's den, and Dark Star is holding hooves.
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>>76683
i hadn't seen where you guys decided to be communists, i mean go left
Dark Star turns around and goes with the rest of the party
i hadn't seen where you guys decided to be communists, i mean go left
Dark Star turns around and goes with the rest of the party
>>76675
Indeed there is. It is a letter, written in an older Ponish font, but still readable
"Dear Wirlwind
Through the past three months of observation, we have confirmed our worst fears. The old and reclusive Joseph Curwhinny has accumulated great power over the commercial trade of Baltimare over the past three decades, but it appears the darker rumors are true. Curwhinny's forays into Alchemy and the magical arts have given him a sort of power over life and death, a knowledge that he has no doubt increased over the years from his visits to Griffonia and Zebrica. He seems to have practiced his magic on imported Zebra slaves and missing sailors. He has robbed the graves of the dead so as to converse with their spirits, and learn family secrets he can use as blackmail for power over the living. But we fear that through his talking with the ancient and evil dead, he may learn secrets that are even darker. Secrets of great power that ought to remain buried with the evil stallions who once held them.
We believe that he practices his alchemical arts in a subterranean cavern under his northern farm. I have assembled a large group of ponies - sailors and townsfolk - who have never trusted Curwhinny in his decades here, and who are ready to put an end to this menance to all who live. Tonight, after Curwhinny makes his way from his waterfront mansion to his farm, we attack in force. Join us at the Old Mare's tavern at 5. Curwhinny has cast a dark shadow over all of Baltimare for years now. We are putting an end to his darkness tonight.
Sincerely,
Whipperwill
January 4, 770
Indeed there is. It is a letter, written in an older Ponish font, but still readable
"Dear Wirlwind
Through the past three months of observation, we have confirmed our worst fears. The old and reclusive Joseph Curwhinny has accumulated great power over the commercial trade of Baltimare over the past three decades, but it appears the darker rumors are true. Curwhinny's forays into Alchemy and the magical arts have given him a sort of power over life and death, a knowledge that he has no doubt increased over the years from his visits to Griffonia and Zebrica. He seems to have practiced his magic on imported Zebra slaves and missing sailors. He has robbed the graves of the dead so as to converse with their spirits, and learn family secrets he can use as blackmail for power over the living. But we fear that through his talking with the ancient and evil dead, he may learn secrets that are even darker. Secrets of great power that ought to remain buried with the evil stallions who once held them.
We believe that he practices his alchemical arts in a subterranean cavern under his northern farm. I have assembled a large group of ponies - sailors and townsfolk - who have never trusted Curwhinny in his decades here, and who are ready to put an end to this menance to all who live. Tonight, after Curwhinny makes his way from his waterfront mansion to his farm, we attack in force. Join us at the Old Mare's tavern at 5. Curwhinny has cast a dark shadow over all of Baltimare for years now. We are putting an end to his darkness tonight.
Sincerely,
Whipperwill
January 4, 770
>>76676
Caleb is eventually able to find the fillie in tall grass not far from the fire
The colt asks Ash "Is that really where you will be taking me?"
Caleb is eventually able to find the fillie in tall grass not far from the fire
The colt asks Ash "Is that really where you will be taking me?"
>>76685
Some of the little color in his cheeks drains away. "Well, I think I know who is behind all this. And it does not look good." He shows the letter to his companions. "This 'Joseph Curwhinny'. With how old this letter is, if this pony is still...around...then I fear this is not necromancer we have to deal with."
Some of the little color in his cheeks drains away. "Well, I think I know who is behind all this. And it does not look good." He shows the letter to his companions. "This 'Joseph Curwhinny'. With how old this letter is, if this pony is still...around...then I fear this is not necromancer we have to deal with."
>>76686
"Where else would I be taking you? I didn't trot all over this whole city to find and bring back foals to this orphanage, just so I could drag away others to who knows where?" She says, trying to hide her annoyance
"Now come along. You've got a lot of explaining to do, conjuring fiends in the middle of the night. Naughty, naughty.. You're too young to know the full implications of what you've doing.." She adds on chidingly
On the other side of the wood, Caleb approaches the filly, with an expression that seems almost disappointed on his snout as he examines the naughty foal
".. Woof.." he lets out softly, before he sniffs the filly up and down, checking for injuries
"Where else would I be taking you? I didn't trot all over this whole city to find and bring back foals to this orphanage, just so I could drag away others to who knows where?" She says, trying to hide her annoyance
"Now come along. You've got a lot of explaining to do, conjuring fiends in the middle of the night. Naughty, naughty.. You're too young to know the full implications of what you've doing.." She adds on chidingly
On the other side of the wood, Caleb approaches the filly, with an expression that seems almost disappointed on his snout as he examines the naughty foal
".. Woof.." he lets out softly, before he sniffs the filly up and down, checking for injuries
>>76690
Silver hands the letter to Star. "This Curwhinny, owner of farm, was practicing dark magic on sailors and Zebras. Necromancy. Gaining knowledge no pony should ever have from dead. This pony and others were rallying to stop him. They...did not succeed." He takes in a deep breath. "I fear, if he did not leave for Dread League in Griffonia, then we have Lich on our hooves. And if this is case...then this fight is beyond us."
Silver hands the letter to Star. "This Curwhinny, owner of farm, was practicing dark magic on sailors and Zebras. Necromancy. Gaining knowledge no pony should ever have from dead. This pony and others were rallying to stop him. They...did not succeed." He takes in a deep breath. "I fear, if he did not leave for Dread League in Griffonia, then we have Lich on our hooves. And if this is case...then this fight is beyond us."
>>76691
"so the rich capitalist was a bad guy all along? who could have guessed? Hey Spark Could you make sure these bodies dont get defiled by black magic?"
"so the rich capitalist was a bad guy all along? who could have guessed? Hey Spark Could you make sure these bodies dont get defiled by black magic?"
>>76696
“Right, but what would you like me to do? I don’t think I have any spell that could keep that from happening. Burying wouldn’t work I don’t think. Maybe if Silver smashes them, but that wouldn’t be too respectful.”
“Right, but what would you like me to do? I don’t think I have any spell that could keep that from happening. Burying wouldn’t work I don’t think. Maybe if Silver smashes them, but that wouldn’t be too respectful.”
>>76694
"You never know with Liches. They can sleep for hundreds, maybe thousands of years at time. He might have left, and that would be best-case scenario, but...with that soldier being down here...and with him being so recently dead..."
"You never know with Liches. They can sleep for hundreds, maybe thousands of years at time. He might have left, and that would be best-case scenario, but...with that soldier being down here...and with him being so recently dead..."
>>76697
"If we were not in tunnel, I would recommend putting them in pyre, and burning them. But as it is, I do not wish to suffocate because we burned away all oxygen in air."
"If we were not in tunnel, I would recommend putting them in pyre, and burning them. But as it is, I do not wish to suffocate because we burned away all oxygen in air."
>>76698
“Wouldn’t he be a monster now though? Why leave around dead bodies that could be serving you? Limited magic perhaps?”
“Wouldn’t he be a monster now though? Why leave around dead bodies that could be serving you? Limited magic perhaps?”
>>76692
Sister Ash leads the colt back to the orphanage, taking the knife from him and wrapping it in a piece of fabric torn from her shawl. All the while she chides about the dangers of improper conjuration and the need for foals to get 16 hours of sleep every night, in a nagging but concerned tone. She doesn't let him leave her sight even once on her way back to the orphanage.
Caleb eventually nuzzles the filly to her feet, and points (like a hunting dog would) towards the orphanage, before looking back at her expectantly.
".. Woof.." he barks once more, pointingly
Sister Ash leads the colt back to the orphanage, taking the knife from him and wrapping it in a piece of fabric torn from her shawl. All the while she chides about the dangers of improper conjuration and the need for foals to get 16 hours of sleep every night, in a nagging but concerned tone. She doesn't let him leave her sight even once on her way back to the orphanage.
Caleb eventually nuzzles the filly to her feet, and points (like a hunting dog would) towards the orphanage, before looking back at her expectantly.
".. Woof.." he barks once more, pointingly
>>76703
“What do you suggest we do then? Back out? I already signed my name saying I would. None of you have so you are free to leave if you must, but I am tied to this.”
“What do you suggest we do then? Back out? I already signed my name saying I would. None of you have so you are free to leave if you must, but I am tied to this.”
>>76705
“I don’t want to risk your life if we are in over our heads here. You don’t have to if you don’t want.”
“I don’t want to risk your life if we are in over our heads here. You don’t have to if you don’t want.”
>>76704
He goes quiet while he thinks. "...Even if we did not sign contract, I did say I would help. I will stick with you. Just remember to get your most powerful spells ready. Little else besides powerful magic can really hurt Liches."
He goes quiet while he thinks. "...Even if we did not sign contract, I did say I would help. I will stick with you. Just remember to get your most powerful spells ready. Little else besides powerful magic can really hurt Liches."
>>76706
"well while i havent known you long, i consider you my friend. and uh... Friendship is magic? so if its as bad as you and silver are making it out to be. i cant let you do it alone."
"well while i havent known you long, i consider you my friend. and uh... Friendship is magic? so if its as bad as you and silver are making it out to be. i cant let you do it alone."
Further down the hall, 20 feet, is a wooden door. Or was, anyways. Half of it has been broken through
>>76712
The air in this location is damp. There is a submachine gun on the ground just past the door. Onyx immediately recognizes it as an EDF model of the Great War
The air in this location is damp. There is a submachine gun on the ground just past the door. Onyx immediately recognizes it as an EDF model of the Great War
>>76727
Whelp, if that thing works, then the group just all lost their sense of hearing all at the same time.
Whelp, if that thing works, then the group just all lost their sense of hearing all at the same time.
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