Welcome to the latest thread of Occupied Equestria. Set six years after season 6, it presents an alternative history where Chrysalis chose a different approach to her second attack on Equestria. The Changelings have conquered half of Equestria, while an Equestrian splinter colony - soured to Princesses notion of harmony with all creatures thank to their dealing with griffins - Invaded and took the other half. In Baltimare and the Equestruan Southlands, the magic of friendship has weakened, as Communists, Changeling infiltrators, Fascists, gangs, and even ancient necormancers and dark gods threaten the city and the surrounding regions. This role play is based in large part upon the Equestria at War mod for Hearts of Iron 4, and uses D&d 3.5e mechanics.
In the latest episode, we are starting day 4. Ash is finally getting to sleep after dealing with foals that scarified animals to evil gods, Iron is disappointed to find that the only sex he is getting is in his dreams, Dark Star has declined to have sex, Onxy has discovered the joys of socialized medicine, I don’t know what Spark is doing, and Silver has discovered that when you don’t complete a quest, you don’t get paid for it
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>>80936
>>80938
This appears at the opening, first page, essentially a forward to a longer work
I write this to you, my beloved wife Wood Hill, for though you shall never read it, I hope someday to speak these words to you in person, as they shall explain my next endeavor in life.
It has been seven years now since the plague took you from my arms, as well as little Whinny, Petra, High Sails, and East Wind. I spent that next year unable to leave my room in the old and empty mansion by the shore. I let your father’s business go idle, and left the sea captains unmanaged in my despair. I needed to leave the place where my suffering had occurred. So I traveled across the world on a swift clipper. And in those years of travel, I learned powerful ancient wisdom from the cults of Zebrica and the dark halls of Northern Griffonia. The sight of corpses being stacked 20 high on the streets of Baltimare during the darkest days of the plague of ’47 is and shall forever be burned upon my mind, no more to be erased than your own precious face. I want you to know that though I may have retaken the reins at the head of your father’s business, I have by no means abandoned you nor the foals. Between the alchemy of the Zebras and the arcane necromancy of the North, I have found that there is a way I shall see you again. The veil of death shall be torn down and our world reunited as one. Death itself shall yield when I have perfected my process. I will see you again.
With an undying love,
Joseph Curwhinny
March 3, 754
>>80938
This appears at the opening, first page, essentially a forward to a longer work
I write this to you, my beloved wife Wood Hill, for though you shall never read it, I hope someday to speak these words to you in person, as they shall explain my next endeavor in life.
It has been seven years now since the plague took you from my arms, as well as little Whinny, Petra, High Sails, and East Wind. I spent that next year unable to leave my room in the old and empty mansion by the shore. I let your father’s business go idle, and left the sea captains unmanaged in my despair. I needed to leave the place where my suffering had occurred. So I traveled across the world on a swift clipper. And in those years of travel, I learned powerful ancient wisdom from the cults of Zebrica and the dark halls of Northern Griffonia. The sight of corpses being stacked 20 high on the streets of Baltimare during the darkest days of the plague of ’47 is and shall forever be burned upon my mind, no more to be erased than your own precious face. I want you to know that though I may have retaken the reins at the head of your father’s business, I have by no means abandoned you nor the foals. Between the alchemy of the Zebras and the arcane necromancy of the North, I have found that there is a way I shall see you again. The veil of death shall be torn down and our world reunited as one. Death itself shall yield when I have perfected my process. I will see you again.
With an undying love,
Joseph Curwhinny
March 3, 754
>>80940
Dark Star reads this aloud to the party. and when he reads about the zebra cults and the griffion rabbis he looks disgusted
Dark Star reads this aloud to the party. and when he reads about the zebra cults and the griffion rabbis he looks disgusted
>>80940
"..." Silver looks stunned, upon reading the text in full. Something about it has obviously struck home with the older unicorn. He's gone completely quiet, and from the looks of his eyes, he's become lost in a memory of his.
"..." Silver looks stunned, upon reading the text in full. Something about it has obviously struck home with the older unicorn. He's gone completely quiet, and from the looks of his eyes, he's become lost in a memory of his.
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Okay, it's 1:4, and I'm still sick. I need to sleep.
Goodnight, Anons.
Goodnight, Anons.
>>80948
"Her name was Storm Warning...and she was everything to me." With his magic, he pulls out a picture. It's old, taken at a time when photography was still a relatively new technology, but it is still well preserved, as if it's his most treasured possession.
It's a family picture. On the left is a much younger Silver, in his mid 30s, wearing an old Equestrian military uniform with a lightly-weathered cuirass worn over it. On the right, a pegasus mare, around the same age as Silver, with blown-back hair and an obvious lighting-shaped stripe running the length of her hair from front to back. She's wearing a fairly simple dress, with cloud patterns woven into it. The two, rather than looking at the camera, are looking at each other, with quite possibly the most loving gaze Blue has ever seen. And in front of the pair, are three foals: a teenaged pegasus colt, a young pegasus colt, and a young unicorn filly, all smiling happily and looking at the camera.
"Her name was Storm Warning...and she was everything to me." With his magic, he pulls out a picture. It's old, taken at a time when photography was still a relatively new technology, but it is still well preserved, as if it's his most treasured possession.
It's a family picture. On the left is a much younger Silver, in his mid 30s, wearing an old Equestrian military uniform with a lightly-weathered cuirass worn over it. On the right, a pegasus mare, around the same age as Silver, with blown-back hair and an obvious lighting-shaped stripe running the length of her hair from front to back. She's wearing a fairly simple dress, with cloud patterns woven into it. The two, rather than looking at the camera, are looking at each other, with quite possibly the most loving gaze Blue has ever seen. And in front of the pair, are three foals: a teenaged pegasus colt, a young pegasus colt, and a young unicorn filly, all smiling happily and looking at the camera.
>>80955
Blue Skies takes an Intense interest in this photo, coming closer still, but at least she's not touching him save one hoof
"What was it you loved most about her?"
Blue Skies takes an Intense interest in this photo, coming closer still, but at least she's not touching him save one hoof
"What was it you loved most about her?"
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>>80957
"What is there for me to say about her that has not already been said? She was...beautiful, in more ways than just her physical beauty. She was as sky, so full of unmeasured promise, so full of hidden fury, so full of love for those within its embrace. She loved, craved freedom, so much like wild wind she was. For her to give it up to anypony was sign of her greatest trust and admiration. She gave it up to me, in her weakest, most vulnerable moment. She trusted me with her freedom, with her life. I took it, and made promise to always be by her side. To protect her whenever I could. We fought thousand gauntlets together, hoof-in-hoof, back-to-back. And we survived it all, because we worked better together than either of us did alone. We saw each other as none others had seen us. We understood each other, at deepest level. She was happy. She was insecure. She was angry. She was caring. She was understanding. She was...
He puts a hoof against the photo, holding it on his lost love. "And she was unafraid of everything, finding joy in darkest places. Death could stare her in face and she would laugh. She would happily face him to protect those she cared about. She did, as it turns out, before her end..."
"What is there for me to say about her that has not already been said? She was...beautiful, in more ways than just her physical beauty. She was as sky, so full of unmeasured promise, so full of hidden fury, so full of love for those within its embrace. She loved, craved freedom, so much like wild wind she was. For her to give it up to anypony was sign of her greatest trust and admiration. She gave it up to me, in her weakest, most vulnerable moment. She trusted me with her freedom, with her life. I took it, and made promise to always be by her side. To protect her whenever I could. We fought thousand gauntlets together, hoof-in-hoof, back-to-back. And we survived it all, because we worked better together than either of us did alone. We saw each other as none others had seen us. We understood each other, at deepest level. She was happy. She was insecure. She was angry. She was caring. She was understanding. She was...
He puts a hoof against the photo, holding it on his lost love. "And she was unafraid of everything, finding joy in darkest places. Death could stare her in face and she would laugh. She would happily face him to protect those she cared about. She did, as it turns out, before her end..."
>>80963
She places a hoof on Silver's hoof on the photo, and comes fairly close with her mouth open ever so slightly, before telling him
"If I can rekindle just a little bit of that love you have for her now, then she isn't really gone. We live on in the hearts of those we touch and those we effect. And it seems to me that I can still feel her warmth in you"
She places a hoof on Silver's hoof on the photo, and comes fairly close with her mouth open ever so slightly, before telling him
"If I can rekindle just a little bit of that love you have for her now, then she isn't really gone. We live on in the hearts of those we touch and those we effect. And it seems to me that I can still feel her warmth in you"
>>80963
Great writing. Excellent work.
The sorcerer's ears droop. He doesn't know what to say in this situation however, so remains silent and avoids direct eye contact.
Great writing. Excellent work.
The sorcerer's ears droop. He doesn't know what to say in this situation however, so remains silent and avoids direct eye contact.
>>80965
"Thank you, my friend, but my words could never do her justice she so properly deserves."
>>80966
Silver smiles slightly at this. "As long as I live, that warmth will live on. She completed me, when I did not even know I was not whole. Even as she is long dead, and cold in ground, I still go on with warmth she gave to me, and I shall carry that warmth to my grave. Until day we meet once more, and once again embrace each other into forever..."
"Thank you, my friend, but my words could never do her justice she so properly deserves."
>>80966
Silver smiles slightly at this. "As long as I live, that warmth will live on. She completed me, when I did not even know I was not whole. Even as she is long dead, and cold in ground, I still go on with warmth she gave to me, and I shall carry that warmth to my grave. Until day we meet once more, and once again embrace each other into forever..."
>>80968
Her eyes widen and mouth hangs slightly open. Silver might even think she was going to kiss him, until she doesn't
"Until you meet again. United in love, for not even in death does it the bond end. Together forever"
Her eyes widen and mouth hangs slightly open. Silver might even think she was going to kiss him, until she doesn't
"Until you meet again. United in love, for not even in death does it the bond end. Together forever"
>>80968
Dark Star pats his back
"you'll see her again,but until then we have to kill these undead so nopony gets hurt."
Dark Star pats his back
"you'll see her again,but until then we have to kill these undead so nopony gets hurt."
>>80969
>>80970
He nods. He has no tears, happy, sad, or otherwise. All of the tears he could have spent have been spent for a very long time. He puts the picture away, in a special pocket in his bags that, for a brief moment, both Dark Star and Blue Skies see contains other photos. "Right. We have job to do."
>>80970
He nods. He has no tears, happy, sad, or otherwise. All of the tears he could have spent have been spent for a very long time. He puts the picture away, in a special pocket in his bags that, for a brief moment, both Dark Star and Blue Skies see contains other photos. "Right. We have job to do."
>>80972
Now it's Silver's turn to pat Star and Skies on the back. "Perhaps I will tell more stories of her, after mission. It will be good, to share memories of her, after so long. She would enjoy it."
Now it's Silver's turn to pat Star and Skies on the back. "Perhaps I will tell more stories of her, after mission. It will be good, to share memories of her, after so long. She would enjoy it."
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>>80986
At the very end of his light range, he can see a wall. Tentatively, it looks as if the design of the catacombs is more or less symmetrical
At the very end of his light range, he can see a wall. Tentatively, it looks as if the design of the catacombs is more or less symmetrical
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