Six years after season 6, Occupied Equestria presents an alternative history where Chrysalis chose a different approach to her second attack on Equestria. The Changelings have conquered half of Equestria, while a former Equestrian colony - soured to Princess Twilight's notion of harmony with all creatures thank to their dealing with griffins - Invaded and took the other half. In Baltimare and the Equestrian Southeast, the magic of friendship has weakened, as Communists, Changeling infiltrators, Fascists, gangs, and corrupt creepy politicians threaten the city. 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.
Ash and Iron seem to want to head out from the abbey. Dark Star was having a conversation with the rescued foals after doing community service. Silver is having a surprisingly friendly conversation with Blue Skies about politics. Spark is babysitting and Brie is supposed to be doing the same. Onyx is sleeping.
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>>90751
She raises her chin ever so slightly
"Those brutish ponies who were cowering in that pestilent warehouse." she says indignantly
She raises her chin ever so slightly
"Those brutish ponies who were cowering in that pestilent warehouse." she says indignantly
>>90753
>Having so little self esteem as to put yourself on the same level as literal slave-traders
At this, she squints once more
"..No.. The adults in that place.." She says solwly
"I gave those ponies what they wanted.." she says, through gritted teeth ".. And for that, I was able to get the six foals that were still there without a fight.. and a clue as to where you and the others were.."
>Having so little self esteem as to put yourself on the same level as literal slave-traders
At this, she squints once more
"..No.. The adults in that place.." She says solwly
"I gave those ponies what they wanted.." she says, through gritted teeth ".. And for that, I was able to get the six foals that were still there without a fight.. and a clue as to where you and the others were.."
>>90754
Willowbrooks butts in
"Is this how you speak to those below your socio-economic station where you come from?"
Willowbrooks butts in
"Is this how you speak to those below your socio-economic station where you come from?"
>>90756
Well, she's obviously insulting Willowbrooks, all of Willowbrooks's associates, and generally the only path for social mobility for the lowest economic classes of the city. She's also saying it in a grammatically ambiguous way where it isn't actually that obvious that "those lowlifes in the warehouse" means the gang members, and not the foals who also were in the warehouse.
Well, she's obviously insulting Willowbrooks, all of Willowbrooks's associates, and generally the only path for social mobility for the lowest economic classes of the city. She's also saying it in a grammatically ambiguous way where it isn't actually that obvious that "those lowlifes in the warehouse" means the gang members, and not the foals who also were in the warehouse.
>>90755
>those below your socio-economic station
The ascetic hermit returns this comment with a sharp and serious expression, as if agast that the stallion would ever suggest such a thing, before she replies with an even more convicted tone:
".... Things like wealth, class, material possessions.. such concepts hold absolutely no weight in the virtue of one's life. Ponies find virtue in the way they live their lives, all despite differences in how fortunate they may be."
And the eye-narrowing returns
"But to ponies like that who would let themselves fall so far as to predate on defenseless ponies, kidnap foals for mere profits, lock those foals in rusted cages im a lice-ridden abandoned factory, and sell them off to fiends that would abuse them, all for the sake of enriching themselves... Those kinds of creatures, do indeed lead very pitiful existences."
Her eyes seem to glow slightly as she recalls what she saw
"There is no hope for the wicked." She says solenmly
>those below your socio-economic station
The ascetic hermit returns this comment with a sharp and serious expression, as if agast that the stallion would ever suggest such a thing, before she replies with an even more convicted tone:
".... Things like wealth, class, material possessions.. such concepts hold absolutely no weight in the virtue of one's life. Ponies find virtue in the way they live their lives, all despite differences in how fortunate they may be."
And the eye-narrowing returns
"But to ponies like that who would let themselves fall so far as to predate on defenseless ponies, kidnap foals for mere profits, lock those foals in rusted cages im a lice-ridden abandoned factory, and sell them off to fiends that would abuse them, all for the sake of enriching themselves... Those kinds of creatures, do indeed lead very pitiful existences."
Her eyes seem to glow slightly as she recalls what she saw
"There is no hope for the wicked." She says solenmly
>>90758
"That's nice. Now get the fuck out of my office."
A hoof descends down slowly beneath the desk
"That's nice. Now get the fuck out of my office."
A hoof descends down slowly beneath the desk
>>90757
If kidnapping children and selling them to child molesters was their way of social mobility, they're the antithesis of everything stands for.
18,000-20,000 gp is a fuckton of money. She hopes they enjoy it before they go off to Tartarus.
If kidnapping children and selling them to child molesters was their way of social mobility, they're the antithesis of everything stands for.
18,000-20,000 gp is a fuckton of money. She hopes they enjoy it before they go off to Tartarus.
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>>90759
She cracks her neck and stamps her own hoof (albeit, more softly) before turning and glaring quizically right back at him, eyes glowing.
"Is money more important than virtue to you?"
She cracks her neck and stamps her own hoof (albeit, more softly) before turning and glaring quizically right back at him, eyes glowing.
"Is money more important than virtue to you?"
>>90762
Now, he is angry, and starts to stand up.
"Do you invite guests into your own home and suffer them stand there and smugly announce how morally superior they are, while constantly degrading you and lumping you in with those called 'pitiful'?"
Now, he is angry, and starts to stand up.
"Do you invite guests into your own home and suffer them stand there and smugly announce how morally superior they are, while constantly degrading you and lumping you in with those called 'pitiful'?"
>>90763
It couldn't possibly be that the orphanage is involved in the scheme with Comte, that would be bad
It couldn't possibly be that the orphanage is involved in the scheme with Comte, that would be bad
>>90771
Idk wtf I'm doing at this point. It's clear this isn't going to go through just by asking nicely, so I'll just respond however my character would see fit.
>>90764
>dodging the question
Sister Ash remains steadfast, speaking calmly
"There is no virtue in merely insulting ponies for not living their lives the way you would see fit. All souls are free to live as they wish, for there are two sides to everything." she says
She continues
"I pity the wicked and the and depraved, who have no hope without virtue, but they are all free to live as they wish. Virtue, depravity, or even dejection; such things govern the path of creatures, but not as clearly as some would think."
She throws her mane back.
"I gave those poor creatures what they wanted. I hope they enjoy it while it lasts, because there is little hope for them on the path they've taken."
Idk wtf I'm doing at this point. It's clear this isn't going to go through just by asking nicely, so I'll just respond however my character would see fit.
>>90764
>dodging the question
Sister Ash remains steadfast, speaking calmly
"There is no virtue in merely insulting ponies for not living their lives the way you would see fit. All souls are free to live as they wish, for there are two sides to everything." she says
She continues
"I pity the wicked and the and depraved, who have no hope without virtue, but they are all free to live as they wish. Virtue, depravity, or even dejection; such things govern the path of creatures, but not as clearly as some would think."
She throws her mane back.
"I gave those poor creatures what they wanted. I hope they enjoy it while it lasts, because there is little hope for them on the path they've taken."
>>90772
"Great, I’m glad you can preserve your sense of self righteousness and moral superiority. Now, this is the last time I will ask you nicely. Please, get the fuck out of my office you insufferable, sanctimonious excuse for a pony of harmony”
"Great, I’m glad you can preserve your sense of self righteousness and moral superiority. Now, this is the last time I will ask you nicely. Please, get the fuck out of my office you insufferable, sanctimonious excuse for a pony of harmony”
>>90773
>>90775
when you're so sick of someone you tell her to get out twice using the same inflections
>>90775
when you're so sick of someone you tell her to get out twice using the same inflections
>>90775
>being this godless
Sister Ash rips off her shawl and hurls it on the ground before her and stomps on it, a whisp of smoke hissing from the garment, her uncomfortably-restrained mane rushing out of its tight confines with an audible 'poof'.
"I am not a 'harmonist', or whatever you ponies call the clergy of your local temples. I'm just a poverty worker; I came here to work for children who were left destitute by the war so that they could hope to lead peaceful lives, but I never thought I would have to deal with pony-traffickers!" she says, almost hissing at the prospect
>being this godless
Sister Ash rips off her shawl and hurls it on the ground before her and stomps on it, a whisp of smoke hissing from the garment, her uncomfortably-restrained mane rushing out of its tight confines with an audible 'poof'.
"I am not a 'harmonist', or whatever you ponies call the clergy of your local temples. I'm just a poverty worker; I came here to work for children who were left destitute by the war so that they could hope to lead peaceful lives, but I never thought I would have to deal with pony-traffickers!" she says, almost hissing at the prospect
>>90780
"For the Ninetieth time I'm not a pony trafficker and never have been, and for the third time, get out of my office"
Behind Henhill, in the back door, come the butch looking pony and the Diamond Dog. Each has a claw or hoof extended out of line of sight, and both look in towards Ash and Iron. One signals for Henhill to come in through the door
"For the Ninetieth time I'm not a pony trafficker and never have been, and for the third time, get out of my office"
Behind Henhill, in the back door, come the butch looking pony and the Diamond Dog. Each has a claw or hoof extended out of line of sight, and both look in towards Ash and Iron. One signals for Henhill to come in through the door
>>90781
Iron makes sure to stand in front of the two incoming ponies to somewhat cover Ash's flank.
No way he's letting the first shot hit her.
Iron makes sure to stand in front of the two incoming ponies to somewhat cover Ash's flank.
No way he's letting the first shot hit her.
>>90782
She got flustered after the thing about looking down on the poor came up. Now she's still trying to figure out if this guy qualifies as evil.
She got flustered after the thing about looking down on the poor came up. Now she's still trying to figure out if this guy qualifies as evil.
>>90785
Use "detect evil."
Or wait until your character levels up and can the learn the spell "common sense"
Use "detect evil."
Or wait until your character levels up and can the learn the spell "common sense"
>>90786
Only Clerics and Paladins get that...
Either way, he's going to Tartarus, since he seems to be more depraved than he his virtous.
Only Clerics and Paladins get that...
Either way, he's going to Tartarus, since he seems to be more depraved than he his virtous.
Just a moment, I'm reading a couple spell descriptions.
Brie snaps out of his trance. He addresses Kerr (I think it was)
"NEIN. Keine sexen!"
Then he gets grim-faced.
"Kinder. Fleider sie?"
"NEIN. Keine sexen!"
Then he gets grim-faced.
"Kinder. Fleider sie?"
>>90792
Kerr moves slightly forward towards Brie - probably because his previous position had him literally backed into a corner
"Fleider sie?" he asks, as if for clarification
Kerr moves slightly forward towards Brie - probably because his previous position had him literally backed into a corner
"Fleider sie?" he asks, as if for clarification
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