This RPG is set in the land of Equestria after it has been conquered and split between the Changelings and a foriegn fascist nation. It is based in large part on the Equestria at War mod for Hearts of Iron 4, and uses D&D 3.5 mechanics
4 of the group have taken a job to clear a site of a future real estate development of undead. They seem to have stumbled upon a centuries old evil long forgotten by Equestria. Meanwhile, Ash has discovered foals from the order of Saint Prancis orphanage practicing dark magic and sacrifices in the woods, while Iron is having not-so-pleasant dreams
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>>78024
>>78018
"It is good you will be with him. He will need emotional support from ponies he cares about." And with that, Silver continues to help Dark Star walk towards the Cathedral. "Do not worry, Star. You have wonderful mare you love to look after you while they help cure this affliction from you."
>>78018
"It is good you will be with him. He will need emotional support from ponies he cares about." And with that, Silver continues to help Dark Star walk towards the Cathedral. "Do not worry, Star. You have wonderful mare you love to look after you while they help cure this affliction from you."
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>>78029
>>78030
The Cathedral is perhaps mile away. When they approach they can see the building. It is a towering neo-gothic structure with two spires, either with a number of ornate decorations on it, and a white granite exterior. Fairly tall, it's the most ornate building Silver has seen at least since City Hall
>>78030
The Cathedral is perhaps mile away. When they approach they can see the building. It is a towering neo-gothic structure with two spires, either with a number of ornate decorations on it, and a white granite exterior. Fairly tall, it's the most ornate building Silver has seen at least since City Hall
>>78039
It's not as impressive as any of several (former) Cathedrals in Saint Petershoof, but they are not lacking for style. The doors are vaulted in shape, 15 feet tall, and big and thick wood. They have metal knockers. There is a light on to the left side
It's not as impressive as any of several (former) Cathedrals in Saint Petershoof, but they are not lacking for style. The doors are vaulted in shape, 15 feet tall, and big and thick wood. They have metal knockers. There is a light on to the left side
>>78040
Figuring there's no real reason to try to open the doors when there's somepony already inside, he tries the knocker while calling through the door. "Hello! My friend, he is in need of assistance! He is ill!"
Figuring there's no real reason to try to open the doors when there's somepony already inside, he tries the knocker while calling through the door. "Hello! My friend, he is in need of assistance! He is ill!"
>>78042
There is no immediate response from the inside
Blue comments "Damned Celestia worshipers. They don't even realize that by sending their love to the captive princess, they are feeding Changelings"
There is no immediate response from the inside
Blue comments "Damned Celestia worshipers. They don't even realize that by sending their love to the captive princess, they are feeding Changelings"
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>>78043
He turns to Blue. "You must not be from Equestria. It is...difficult for us to just leave Her behind. She was like mother to Equestria. To all of us. Our shining beacon in times of darkness. We would all look to sun in sky and know that we were safe. We were in Her embrace. With Changelings in West, and Black Hooves in East? We Equestrians have to turn to Her even more. We need that hope She provides, or we will be lost."
>>78047
Strength: Growing impatient, Silver tries to open the doors himself.
>>78043
He turns to Blue. "You must not be from Equestria. It is...difficult for us to just leave Her behind. She was like mother to Equestria. To all of us. Our shining beacon in times of darkness. We would all look to sun in sky and know that we were safe. We were in Her embrace. With Changelings in West, and Black Hooves in East? We Equestrians have to turn to Her even more. We need that hope She provides, or we will be lost."
>>78047
Strength: Growing impatient, Silver tries to open the doors himself.
>>78049
>She was like mother to Equestria.
It would also be kind of selfish to just give up on her altogether, just because she's in a position where she can't help you.
>She was like mother to Equestria.
It would also be kind of selfish to just give up on her altogether, just because she's in a position where she can't help you.
>>78051
While true, she did lose against foreign forces in this universe. That dwindles passion for the god.
While true, she did lose against foreign forces in this universe. That dwindles passion for the god.
>>78049
"Celestia didnt help me when i needed her the most. thats why i turned to the black hooves. they arent so bad.""
"Celestia didnt help me when i needed her the most. thats why i turned to the black hooves. they arent so bad.""
I'm going to have to go soon.
>>78042
>>78049
"You are right. I am not from Equestria. But I do know about your princess. I know how she was defeated by Chrysalis when she came in with a single hive the first time. I know about how she could not hold back Tirek or the Storm King or any number of other threats, and how she contracted out safety to a small but competent band of heroes. And that is a decent strategy... If your enemies are few in number or have a keystone to them. But when they come in the millions, numbers so great they block out your precious sun, and when they come with new machines of war, you need an entire nation to defend. And Celestia, for all you exalt her and place her upon a pedestal, has failed to raise her pony subjects up to the same level. Because when you all consider yourselves to be lambs in a flock, and rely on somepony else to protect you, you neglect to learn how to protect yourselves. Celestia's reign bred complacency. It bred a spirit of servitude. The ponies did not learn how to unite and fight as a nation. And that is why they failed, because for all of the celebration of the strength of harmony, they neglected the 'armonia' that forms a pony's bond to their countrymare, and service to the nation.
And their faith in harmony with other races... guh!" She gives a sign of disgust. "They cared more for Yaks, Griffons, and even Changelings than they did for their own poor ponies on the Griffonian continent. Tell me, have you ever heard of the ponies of Iksegard? No? You never shall, because they don't exist anymore. While your queen was eating cake and being nice to Griffons, the 'Reformisten' slaughtered them all. The Duke, and the Duke alone, tried to avenge the ponies of the ancient eastern marchlands. And when he did, Celestia declared war on him. Not on any of the aggressive griffons, but on her own former subjects. She attacked first. Have you heard of Manebourn? How it was sacked by Aquelian revolutionaries? Equestrian soliders among them? Some 'protector of ponykind' she used to be. And when the Changelings came in their swarms, the yaks and griffons just stood there and watched.
But all of this, really, is besides the point. If that queen were even a tenth as honorable as you want to believe she is, she is still a Changeling captive. And you may be ignorant of how that works, but I am not. When you send your love or faith to her, the Changelings take their little share of it
So whether you like him or not, only the Duke remains to claim the mantle of the protector of ponykind"
The door opens
>>78053
Blue Skies strokes his mane
"That's the spirit"
>>78050
Oh please, it's unlocked
\r
>>78049
"You are right. I am not from Equestria. But I do know about your princess. I know how she was defeated by Chrysalis when she came in with a single hive the first time. I know about how she could not hold back Tirek or the Storm King or any number of other threats, and how she contracted out safety to a small but competent band of heroes. And that is a decent strategy... If your enemies are few in number or have a keystone to them. But when they come in the millions, numbers so great they block out your precious sun, and when they come with new machines of war, you need an entire nation to defend. And Celestia, for all you exalt her and place her upon a pedestal, has failed to raise her pony subjects up to the same level. Because when you all consider yourselves to be lambs in a flock, and rely on somepony else to protect you, you neglect to learn how to protect yourselves. Celestia's reign bred complacency. It bred a spirit of servitude. The ponies did not learn how to unite and fight as a nation. And that is why they failed, because for all of the celebration of the strength of harmony, they neglected the 'armonia' that forms a pony's bond to their countrymare, and service to the nation.
And their faith in harmony with other races... guh!" She gives a sign of disgust. "They cared more for Yaks, Griffons, and even Changelings than they did for their own poor ponies on the Griffonian continent. Tell me, have you ever heard of the ponies of Iksegard? No? You never shall, because they don't exist anymore. While your queen was eating cake and being nice to Griffons, the 'Reformisten' slaughtered them all. The Duke, and the Duke alone, tried to avenge the ponies of the ancient eastern marchlands. And when he did, Celestia declared war on him. Not on any of the aggressive griffons, but on her own former subjects. She attacked first. Have you heard of Manebourn? How it was sacked by Aquelian revolutionaries? Equestrian soliders among them? Some 'protector of ponykind' she used to be. And when the Changelings came in their swarms, the yaks and griffons just stood there and watched.
But all of this, really, is besides the point. If that queen were even a tenth as honorable as you want to believe she is, she is still a Changeling captive. And you may be ignorant of how that works, but I am not. When you send your love or faith to her, the Changelings take their little share of it
So whether you like him or not, only the Duke remains to claim the mantle of the protector of ponykind"
The door opens
>>78053
Blue Skies strokes his mane
"That's the spirit"
>>78050
Oh please, it's unlocked
\r
>>78056
He chuckles darkly as the doors swing open. His thoughts travel back to the bodies they found earlier, those of the EDF units, injured, killed, or worse when New Mareland invaded. "You are funny. Where I come from, protectors do not shoot ponies they claim to protect." He quiets down when he steps into the Cathedral and starts to look for somepony to help Dark Star.
He chuckles darkly as the doors swing open. His thoughts travel back to the bodies they found earlier, those of the EDF units, injured, killed, or worse when New Mareland invaded. "You are funny. Where I come from, protectors do not shoot ponies they claim to protect." He quiets down when he steps into the Cathedral and starts to look for somepony to help Dark Star.
>>78060
No. sh was in a chapel at the monestary. It was mentioned that the priestess was
>>78059
If only he had been there for it
>>78061
"You mean they don't shoot ponies in Stalliongrad? I wouldn't be so sure. Manebourn was a New Mareland city. A Dominion city just a few years before. One of your empresses's protectorates. It was sacked, and the Ponies who sacked it were very much minions of your princess. It is thanks to the NMAC and the Airforce they did not kill more. Equestria attacked first. Don't hate us for being strong enough to win a defensive war, and saving half Equestria from being Changeling slaves in the process"
As he goes in, he sees grand lines of pews, and a huge vaulted ceiling. There are ornaments of many kinds around. The lancet windows of the church have stained glass images, many of them concerning the Elements of Harmony.
One of the windows is boarded up with wood. It must have shattered or come loose from the vibrations of artillery.
\r
No. sh was in a chapel at the monestary. It was mentioned that the priestess was
>>78059
If only he had been there for it
>>78061
"You mean they don't shoot ponies in Stalliongrad? I wouldn't be so sure. Manebourn was a New Mareland city. A Dominion city just a few years before. One of your empresses's protectorates. It was sacked, and the Ponies who sacked it were very much minions of your princess. It is thanks to the NMAC and the Airforce they did not kill more. Equestria attacked first. Don't hate us for being strong enough to win a defensive war, and saving half Equestria from being Changeling slaves in the process"
As he goes in, he sees grand lines of pews, and a huge vaulted ceiling. There are ornaments of many kinds around. The lancet windows of the church have stained glass images, many of them concerning the Elements of Harmony.
One of the windows is boarded up with wood. It must have shattered or come loose from the vibrations of artillery.
\r
>>78061
>>78053
Blue Skies stays outside
As Silver goes further in, a yellow Earth pony runs from a door to his left and tries to great Silver. She is wearing religious gard, and she can be reasonably identified as a priestess
"Hello, I heard you knocking. My name is Priestess Sundew. What can I do for you at this hour?"
>>78053
Blue Skies stays outside
As Silver goes further in, a yellow Earth pony runs from a door to his left and tries to great Silver. She is wearing religious gard, and she can be reasonably identified as a priestess
"Hello, I heard you knocking. My name is Priestess Sundew. What can I do for you at this hour?"
>>78062
He stays silent, not wanting to argue over politics, and especially not wanting to argue over politics in a place of worship like this.
Internally, he fumes at the damage done this Holy place.
>>78063
Silver is very much thankful that Blue stayed outside. "Priestess...my friend, he is very ill. We were clearing undead, in tunnels underneath Curwhinny Farm. One of them, some kind of powerful zombie, bit my friend. I fear he may turn into one of those monstrosities. I brought him here as soon as I was able, in hope you might be able to cure him of his affliction."
He stays silent, not wanting to argue over politics, and especially not wanting to argue over politics in a place of worship like this.
Internally, he fumes at the damage done this Holy place.
>>78063
Silver is very much thankful that Blue stayed outside. "Priestess...my friend, he is very ill. We were clearing undead, in tunnels underneath Curwhinny Farm. One of them, some kind of powerful zombie, bit my friend. I fear he may turn into one of those monstrosities. I brought him here as soon as I was able, in hope you might be able to cure him of his affliction."
>>78065
Blue Skies preemptively answers the concerns about the broken window. "I assure you that if the artillery corp had ever intended to target or damage this structure or anything near it, there would be so much more damage than a single dislodged window"
>>78065
Sundew's expression changes from jovial and friendly to a sort of horror
"I had heard rumors about the Curwhinny farm when I was a fillie. Tell me again, what bit him?"
She is concerned
>>78067
"I don't know, I think we have to call in our expert on the undead"
Blue Skies preemptively answers the concerns about the broken window. "I assure you that if the artillery corp had ever intended to target or damage this structure or anything near it, there would be so much more damage than a single dislodged window"
>>78065
Sundew's expression changes from jovial and friendly to a sort of horror
"I had heard rumors about the Curwhinny farm when I was a fillie. Tell me again, what bit him?"
She is concerned
>>78067
"I don't know, I think we have to call in our expert on the undead"
>>78068
"Again, it was like zombie, but...none like I had ever seen before. It was strong, and resilient, and fast. Some walking, soulless corpse that was once pony, created by Curwhinny long ago, that had managed to escape. And it...reeked, worse than death. Another one of my friends, was attacked, and it paralyzed him completely. There was a former member of EDF, there from when New Mareland attacked...those things had turned him into one of them."
"Again, it was like zombie, but...none like I had ever seen before. It was strong, and resilient, and fast. Some walking, soulless corpse that was once pony, created by Curwhinny long ago, that had managed to escape. And it...reeked, worse than death. Another one of my friends, was attacked, and it paralyzed him completely. There was a former member of EDF, there from when New Mareland attacked...those things had turned him into one of them."
>>78070
"Not soldier, but same things as him, ones who turned soldier into zombie...like them...I do not have name for them, I am afraid.
"Not soldier, but same things as him, ones who turned soldier into zombie...like them...I do not have name for them, I am afraid.
>>78074
That game usually takes ages to play. I've seen many let's play about it, and they take a long while.
That game usually takes ages to play. I've seen many let's play about it, and they take a long while.
>>78071
>>78071
"Oh dear... I'm afraid this goes beyond my area of expertise. Let me call in Father Maren. He is our parish's expert on such matters. It's a good thing you came to the mother church here, as he generally resides here"
She canters off towards a door in the back and the left, going in, and coming out some two minutes later
"He is coming." After her follows an old grey Unicorn stallion with darker black robes and a great sun embroidered on it, black mane, and an eye that is glassed over in a cataract. Despite his black mane, he has the voice of an older stallion
"They tell me you've had some dealings with the undead on the old Curwhinny property" he says
"Pardon me, my name is Father Lancaster Maren. I stay by my books mostly."
>>78071
"Oh dear... I'm afraid this goes beyond my area of expertise. Let me call in Father Maren. He is our parish's expert on such matters. It's a good thing you came to the mother church here, as he generally resides here"
She canters off towards a door in the back and the left, going in, and coming out some two minutes later
"He is coming." After her follows an old grey Unicorn stallion with darker black robes and a great sun embroidered on it, black mane, and an eye that is glassed over in a cataract. Despite his black mane, he has the voice of an older stallion
"They tell me you've had some dealings with the undead on the old Curwhinny property" he says
"Pardon me, my name is Father Lancaster Maren. I stay by my books mostly."
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