Set 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.
Silver is learning about foreign pony cultures, Dark Star is preparing to put on a play for the children of the Saint Prancis Orphanage, Onyx has received several possible missions from the government, Brie is buying clothing, presumably for a long journey. Ash and Iron are leaving the office of a now enraged gangster... or not.
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>>91100
"I was going to say that if you were keeping them for longer... Well, it doesn't matter now I suppose. Remember that we do need those books. Or 'want,' in your parlance"
"I was going to say that if you were keeping them for longer... Well, it doesn't matter now I suppose. Remember that we do need those books. Or 'want,' in your parlance"
>>91157
Basically Brooks is telling us to get the fuck out of the office due to Ash's beratement of his profession.
Some more ponies have entered the facility, clearly impling he's going to use force to get us out. Maybe go for bone breaking if he feels like it.
Basically Brooks is telling us to get the fuck out of the office due to Ash's beratement of his profession.
Some more ponies have entered the facility, clearly impling he's going to use force to get us out. Maybe go for bone breaking if he feels like it.
>>91159
Hmmm, I recalled that much.
Idk what to say in character to fix it at this point, but **I'm consideringredients casting something...**
Hmmm, I recalled that much.
Idk what to say in character to fix it at this point, but **I'm consideringredients casting something...**
>>91161
Spooky.
A suggestion could be for you to comply while Iron tries to stay inside long enought to buy the foal from him. However, separation is super risky and may cause negative effects later. When you're ready to cast, just do so.
Remember we have Spark as a meat shield at least.
Spooky.
A suggestion could be for you to comply while Iron tries to stay inside long enought to buy the foal from him. However, separation is super risky and may cause negative effects later. When you're ready to cast, just do so.
Remember we have Spark as a meat shield at least.
>>91155
"Ponys sehen nicht gut mit dem Besitz von Ponys aus. Das hat viel damit zu tun, warum Comte zerstört wird. Wenn wir können, werde ich Sie sicher von einigen ernähren lassen. Apropos: Kann man Ponys füttern, ohne sie zu erschöpfen? Könntest du etwa 3 Ponys für ein bisschen Futter und nicht ein Pony für eine volle Mahlzeit?"
"Ponys sehen nicht gut mit dem Besitz von Ponys aus. Das hat viel damit zu tun, warum Comte zerstört wird. Wenn wir können, werde ich Sie sicher von einigen ernähren lassen. Apropos: Kann man Ponys füttern, ohne sie zu erschöpfen? Könntest du etwa 3 Ponys für ein bisschen Futter und nicht ein Pony für eine volle Mahlzeit?"
>>91166
"Okay..." Wesley slumps down in acceptance
Kerr answers the other question
"Wir können so viel oder so wenig nehmen, wie wir wollen. Wir möchten alles mitnehmen."
"Okay..." Wesley slumps down in acceptance
Kerr answers the other question
"Wir können so viel oder so wenig nehmen, wie wir wollen. Wir möchten alles mitnehmen."
>>91165
Sorry, I hesitated a bit when I considered that I may not have accurately judged this guy's alignment, but he seems non-good, so it shouldn't matter for what I'mean doing.
Sorry, I hesitated a bit when I considered that I may not have accurately judged this guy's alignment, but he seems non-good, so it shouldn't matter for what I'mean doing.
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Okay, here's a good distraction: If it doesn't scare him out of his wits, we can just roll initiative, because idk what to say or do anymore, and I'm sick of this scene.
Besides, I wanted to cast it on somepony anyway.
>>91153
Still staring Willowbrooks in the eye, Sister Ash does not flinch at the site of the two new arrivals, either unintimidated by them or too distracted by her moral tirade to care. If one looked closely, they might notice the slightest bit of steam rising off of her clothes.
Her eyes seem to peirce into the stallion judgmentally, before she nods her head subtly as if making an decision, flicking her now unshawled ear back to reveal a small, glittering rosary of holy and mistletoe behind it in her mane.
After a brief moment's silence that feels like a week **(pun intended...)**, she speaks.
"... I don't think you understand.. Why don't I show you!"
She casts 'Vision Of Punishment'.
The last words almost seem to resonate as the verbal component to a spell, and for a moment Willowbrook finds himself not in his chair: Not here, not now, but somewhere horrible in the future.
His body is pressed into the earth, all four of his limbs having rotten off into oozing sores, his carcass strewn about the ground like a maggot, flesh boiling. All around him he can see volcanic phumes spewing out of cracks in the searing hot volcanic rock.
*SNAP*
Searing pain jolts into his back as a voice shouts at him from behind in a language he does not understand, but nevertheless, his desecrated body inches forward mindlessly like a caterpillar, it's flesh boiling and stripping off as it scrapes against the superheated earth. Thousands of other maggots crawls alongside him down into a vast and dark crater in the the rock, all the while beling kicked, lashed-at and impaled by dark figures too tall to see, cackling in the same untintelligible language. At last, his body makes it to the center of the crater, and without further command, drops into the darkness below.
After falling for what feels like an eternity, he realizes the true nature of his nightmare: he's not in Equestria anymore; he's in Tartarus.
The vision feels like a thousand years, but it only lasts a few seconds before he returns to the present in cold sweat.
This isn't an illusion or enchantment spell, but a divination spell: there is no will save to disbelieve, because it's an actual reflection of what punishment awaits his life without the salvation of a deity.
He gets a 15 DC Will save to avoid vomiting, otherwise he'll just be sickened for two rounds as his mind recovers from the trauma.
Sister Ash's legs visibly tremble as the sacrifice component of the drastic spell deals 1d3 strength damage to her body.
Besides, I wanted to cast it on somepony anyway.
>>91153
Still staring Willowbrooks in the eye, Sister Ash does not flinch at the site of the two new arrivals, either unintimidated by them or too distracted by her moral tirade to care. If one looked closely, they might notice the slightest bit of steam rising off of her clothes.
Her eyes seem to peirce into the stallion judgmentally, before she nods her head subtly as if making an decision, flicking her now unshawled ear back to reveal a small, glittering rosary of holy and mistletoe behind it in her mane.
After a brief moment's silence that feels like a week **(pun intended...)**, she speaks.
"... I don't think you understand.. Why don't I show you!"
She casts 'Vision Of Punishment'.
The last words almost seem to resonate as the verbal component to a spell, and for a moment Willowbrook finds himself not in his chair: Not here, not now, but somewhere horrible in the future.
His body is pressed into the earth, all four of his limbs having rotten off into oozing sores, his carcass strewn about the ground like a maggot, flesh boiling. All around him he can see volcanic phumes spewing out of cracks in the searing hot volcanic rock.
*SNAP*
Searing pain jolts into his back as a voice shouts at him from behind in a language he does not understand, but nevertheless, his desecrated body inches forward mindlessly like a caterpillar, it's flesh boiling and stripping off as it scrapes against the superheated earth. Thousands of other maggots crawls alongside him down into a vast and dark crater in the the rock, all the while beling kicked, lashed-at and impaled by dark figures too tall to see, cackling in the same untintelligible language. At last, his body makes it to the center of the crater, and without further command, drops into the darkness below.
After falling for what feels like an eternity, he realizes the true nature of his nightmare: he's not in Equestria anymore; he's in Tartarus.
The vision feels like a thousand years, but it only lasts a few seconds before he returns to the present in cold sweat.
This isn't an illusion or enchantment spell, but a divination spell: there is no will save to disbelieve, because it's an actual reflection of what punishment awaits his life without the salvation of a deity.
He gets a 15 DC Will save to avoid vomiting, otherwise he'll just be sickened for two rounds as his mind recovers from the trauma.
Sister Ash's legs visibly tremble as the sacrifice component of the drastic spell deals 1d3 strength damage to her body.
[1d20+1 = 2]
>>91171
I'm not sure that's what the Equestrian afterlife looks like, but okay
Willowbrooks sits in his seat, a look of pain and fear across it. He digs his hooves down into his chair before him, as his rear legs tremble
The other two, however, are not happy. They reveal from behind the doorway that they are indeed holding big guns.
"What the fuck did you just do to him you witch?"
A pony always has the option to disbelieve a vision as either a hallucination, or a lie from evil magic
>>91171
I'm not sure that's what the Equestrian afterlife looks like, but okay
Willowbrooks sits in his seat, a look of pain and fear across it. He digs his hooves down into his chair before him, as his rear legs tremble
The other two, however, are not happy. They reveal from behind the doorway that they are indeed holding big guns.
"What the fuck did you just do to him you witch?"
A pony always has the option to disbelieve a vision as either a hallucination, or a lie from evil magic
>>91175
Well, he's definitely failed his will save, as he vomits onto the floor. Henhill tries to fit himself through the door as the butch mare and the diamond dog try to enter. It's almost a three stooges situation
Well, he's definitely failed his will save, as he vomits onto the floor. Henhill tries to fit himself through the door as the butch mare and the diamond dog try to enter. It's almost a three stooges situation
>>91174
Sister Ash swivels her weakened shoulders in an unapologetic shrug, leaning on her cane a bit.
"A little prayer for... you could call it guidance. Just a little flash forward to what the future is for him by the way he'said lived thus far."
>>91176
Her eyes snap back towards Willowbrooks with a solemnly serious expression as she takes a few steps towards him in her remaining move action, taking a handkerchief from her pocket.
"Judging by your response, it was not very pleasant." She says, almost quizically
Fuck! Now I gotta go again. Brb in 20 mins.
Sister Ash swivels her weakened shoulders in an unapologetic shrug, leaning on her cane a bit.
"A little prayer for... you could call it guidance. Just a little flash forward to what the future is for him by the way he'said lived thus far."
>>91176
Her eyes snap back towards Willowbrooks with a solemnly serious expression as she takes a few steps towards him in her remaining move action, taking a handkerchief from her pocket.
"Judging by your response, it was not very pleasant." She says, almost quizically
Fuck! Now I gotta go again. Brb in 20 mins.
Willowbrooks would only remain Nauseated for about twelve seconds.
>>91178
Henhill leaves the room, and the two underlings rush in. They point the guns threateningly at Ash.
Perhaps they do not understand Ash, do not believe her, or what she said did not register with them
"What did you do to him?"
I don't really like the idea of punishment in the afterlife as moral judgement of moral deeds done in this life. It's too Catholic
Henhill leaves the room, and the two underlings rush in. They point the guns threateningly at Ash.
Perhaps they do not understand Ash, do not believe her, or what she said did not register with them
"What did you do to him?"
I don't really like the idea of punishment in the afterlife as moral judgement of moral deeds done in this life. It's too Catholic
>>91184
She looks up, as if in contemplation for a moment, then she asks
"Were you having difficulty feeding them?"
She looks up, as if in contemplation for a moment, then she asks
"Were you having difficulty feeding them?"
>>91185
"They bit hard when we first rescued them, but other than that, no. Well, at least I have not had issue with feeding Wesley without him biting. Kerr, however, is less than willing to do so. He seems to find it degrading."
"They bit hard when we first rescued them, but other than that, no. Well, at least I have not had issue with feeding Wesley without him biting. Kerr, however, is less than willing to do so. He seems to find it degrading."
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>>91183
In d&d, it's not a clear dichotomy, but your petition in the afterlife is reflective of your alignment upon death, unless you have prior arrangements with a deity. The outer planes are geographic manifestations of the moral aspects of the multiverse: souls are reincarnated as petitioners in planes that correspond to their alignment, if gods don't do something with their souls first. That's why evil characters worship evil gods: for salvation from an otherwise horrific fate. There are planesthesia for every alignment, but most of the non-good planes aren't very fun to end up in.
I think it's actually closer to the Norse or ancient Greek model, but quite a few (almost all) religions have a model in which souls are judged in the afterlife by how they lived their lives. Hell is not a concept that originated in catholicism.
The scene i described was something between hell and hades, as i figured Tartarus to be something similar; since I guessed that this guy spent most of his life helping himself at the cost of others, so if he were more evil than good he'did end up as a larvae or lemure and work as a slave for fiends for all eternity, or until he were destroyed. Unless, of course, he turned his life around and trI'd to become a good poner, or at the very least a neutral individual.
Anyway, this is the reason why Sister Ash sees evil creatures and creatures that live depraved lives as "pitiful", and why she took a Vow never to take a life, since letting evil creatures live gives them a chance for redemption and exaltation.
She looks up, with an ominously calm expression.
"I showed him his future, how he'does be judged for his life until this point."
In d&d, it's not a clear dichotomy, but your petition in the afterlife is reflective of your alignment upon death, unless you have prior arrangements with a deity. The outer planes are geographic manifestations of the moral aspects of the multiverse: souls are reincarnated as petitioners in planes that correspond to their alignment, if gods don't do something with their souls first. That's why evil characters worship evil gods: for salvation from an otherwise horrific fate. There are planesthesia for every alignment, but most of the non-good planes aren't very fun to end up in.
I think it's actually closer to the Norse or ancient Greek model, but quite a few (almost all) religions have a model in which souls are judged in the afterlife by how they lived their lives. Hell is not a concept that originated in catholicism.
The scene i described was something between hell and hades, as i figured Tartarus to be something similar; since I guessed that this guy spent most of his life helping himself at the cost of others, so if he were more evil than good he'did end up as a larvae or lemure and work as a slave for fiends for all eternity, or until he were destroyed. Unless, of course, he turned his life around and trI'd to become a good poner, or at the very least a neutral individual.
Anyway, this is the reason why Sister Ash sees evil creatures and creatures that live depraved lives as "pitiful", and why she took a Vow never to take a life, since letting evil creatures live gives them a chance for redemption and exaltation.
She looks up, with an ominously calm expression.
"I showed him his future, how he'does be judged for his life until this point."
>>91186
"You've named them already... Well, I'm not terribly surprised that a male would find it degrading. I guess you have the situation handled"
>>91187
"Catholic" is a metonymy. Don't take it literally. I don't care if Judiasm or Zorastrianism or Plato's Myth of Er or what the fuck ever use the same concept, it's all the same.
I had something different in mind, but whatever
Willowbrooks himself now speaks, though he remains shaking. He points a hoof up, and repeats his former demand
"Get out"
There's something very different about this demand. It isn't rooted in anger and indignation, as before, but out of fear. More like a desperate plea, really, than a demand. The mooks, however, are more responsive to Ash than to Willbrooks, for once
"Are you a witch?"
"You've named them already... Well, I'm not terribly surprised that a male would find it degrading. I guess you have the situation handled"
>>91187
"Catholic" is a metonymy. Don't take it literally. I don't care if Judiasm or Zorastrianism or Plato's Myth of Er or what the fuck ever use the same concept, it's all the same.
I had something different in mind, but whatever
Willowbrooks himself now speaks, though he remains shaking. He points a hoof up, and repeats his former demand
"Get out"
There's something very different about this demand. It isn't rooted in anger and indignation, as before, but out of fear. More like a desperate plea, really, than a demand. The mooks, however, are more responsive to Ash than to Willbrooks, for once
"Are you a witch?"
>>91188
"As I said before, I did not name them. Changelings have names all on their own, much like ponies. I just asked them what their names are."
Now I'm actually a little curious, what did you have in mind for the pony afterlife?
"As I said before, I did not name them. Changelings have names all on their own, much like ponies. I just asked them what their names are."
Now I'm actually a little curious, what did you have in mind for the pony afterlife?
>>91188
Sister Ash looks at him somberly, the sadness in her eyes acknowledging his fear. She nods her head slowly, as if responding to something he hadn't yet said.
"Fear of the next world.. is nothing to be ashamed of... But not needed.."
She turns to the mooks.
"A witch, you say..? I prefer the term 'Druid', but I'm not entirely familiar with the spiritual terms of your dialect.." she says, waving a hoof dismissively
"I'm not a Celestian myself, that's the vehicle of the ponies, but I still know five or six things about the divine.."
She glances back towards Willowbrooks
"..And, particularly, why it's so important for ponies to try their best to lead good lives."
Sister Ash looks at him somberly, the sadness in her eyes acknowledging his fear. She nods her head slowly, as if responding to something he hadn't yet said.
"Fear of the next world.. is nothing to be ashamed of... But not needed.."
She turns to the mooks.
"A witch, you say..? I prefer the term 'Druid', but I'm not entirely familiar with the spiritual terms of your dialect.." she says, waving a hoof dismissively
"I'm not a Celestian myself, that's the vehicle of the ponies, but I still know five or six things about the divine.."
She glances back towards Willowbrooks
"..And, particularly, why it's so important for ponies to try their best to lead good lives."
>>91190
"Ah, I did not know it was joke. Sorry. I suppose it is fatherly side of me. This desire to protect foals, even those that are changeling drones, just comes naturally."
"Ah, I did not know it was joke. Sorry. I suppose it is fatherly side of me. This desire to protect foals, even those that are changeling drones, just comes naturally."
>>91193
Silver can sort of understand her confusion. "I suppose it is something you would need to become parent to understand. I certainly do not think I did before I became father, myself. You would do anything to protect your foals from harm, even if it would come at cost of your own life. It is not hard to extend it to all foals, once you understand exactly how precious having foals of your own is." His expression grows visibly darker as his thoughts travel back to what he found at Comte's house. And remembering that he was a father, too. "Well, some ponies would find it hard."
Silver can sort of understand her confusion. "I suppose it is something you would need to become parent to understand. I certainly do not think I did before I became father, myself. You would do anything to protect your foals from harm, even if it would come at cost of your own life. It is not hard to extend it to all foals, once you understand exactly how precious having foals of your own is." His expression grows visibly darker as his thoughts travel back to what he found at Comte's house. And remembering that he was a father, too. "Well, some ponies would find it hard."
>>91193
"I only showed you what the future holds, if nothing is done to turn it around. What you saw was your fate, but it's not cast in stone, because the path is yours to choose." She responds, calmly
She turns to thedyke mare.
"I came here to find a missing child, but it seems as though I got sidetracked." She says, levitating her shawl off of the floor and inspecting it, a slightly annoyed glance flashing on her face as she regrets the damage she did to it moments prior."
"I only showed you what the future holds, if nothing is done to turn it around. What you saw was your fate, but it's not cast in stone, because the path is yours to choose." She responds, calmly
She turns to the
"I came here to find a missing child, but it seems as though I got sidetracked." She says, levitating her shawl off of the floor and inspecting it, a slightly annoyed glance flashing on her face as she regrets the damage she did to it moments prior."
>>91196
Silver looks at her for a few seconds, before smiling at her. "You know, I think you would make for very good mother."
Silver looks at her for a few seconds, before smiling at her. "You know, I think you would make for very good mother."
>>91196
>implying all humanoids are not created with the inherent nature that grants them the potential to choose and change their own alignment
"I go by the title of Sister Ash." Sister Ash replies, calmly
"I am a poverty worker, and part-time healer. I came to this land to help those who were made destitute by the war, so that they may have the chance to lead good lives."
>implying all humanoids are not created with the inherent nature that grants them the potential to choose and change their own alignment
"I go by the title of Sister Ash." Sister Ash replies, calmly
"I am a poverty worker, and part-time healer. I came to this land to help those who were made destitute by the war, so that they may have the chance to lead good lives."
>>91196
Iron stares at Willow Brooks confusingly, cocking his head to the side. What is he worried about, he wonders to himself.
Iron stares at Willow Brooks confusingly, cocking his head to the side. What is he worried about, he wonders to himself.
>>91199
I said they can't buy a foal for christmas, I didn't say they couldn't have one.
"Nun, Colts, sollten wir uns die anderen Geschäfte ansehen?"
I said they can't buy a foal for christmas, I didn't say they couldn't have one.
"Nun, Colts, sollten wir uns die anderen Geschäfte ansehen?"
>>91204
Brie lets them lead their way down the district, waiting for signs of interest and intrigue from the Colts, also keeping an eye out for pickpockets and thieves who undoubtedly ply their trade along said streets.
spot check
Brie lets them lead their way down the district, waiting for signs of interest and intrigue from the Colts, also keeping an eye out for pickpockets and thieves who undoubtedly ply their trade along said streets.
spot check
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