Set six years after season 6, Occupied Equestria presents an alternative history where 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.
Half of the party - Brie, Onyx, and Spark - are on a train to far off Bales to try to cross the border into the Changeling Lands. the other half remains in Baltimare, where Silver is searching catacombs seeking books filled with long buried dark secrets, Dark Star is having luck with his marefriend, and Iron aiding in trafficking exotic animals
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>>94624
Iron trots along with her, making sure to stay at her side.
"Do not worry. We can always go back if you feel cold."
Iron trots along with her, making sure to stay at her side.
"Do not worry. We can always go back if you feel cold."
>>94630
"Military training" she gives her smile
"To plant a javelin - or a knife or dart, if you are being subtle - right into the back of a helot's skull or a griffin's chest"
>>94631
She places her hoof to her mouth in a damned near contemplative expression, and says "Let me see"
She opens a closet, pours through a number of items of clothing, and comes upon a sort of mauve caparison that is sort of small and sort of feminine
"I'm thinking this one"
"Military training" she gives her smile
"To plant a javelin - or a knife or dart, if you are being subtle - right into the back of a helot's skull or a griffin's chest"
>>94631
She places her hoof to her mouth in a damned near contemplative expression, and says "Let me see"
She opens a closet, pours through a number of items of clothing, and comes upon a sort of mauve caparison that is sort of small and sort of feminine
"I'm thinking this one"
>>94632
Iron's left ear folds as he cocks his head.
"That seems rather small. Are you sure that will fit me? I do not want to make a tear or something, especially if it is yours."
Iron's left ear folds as he cocks his head.
"That seems rather small. Are you sure that will fit me? I do not want to make a tear or something, especially if it is yours."
Silver seems to be Kill again
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>>94633
"Hmmm.... No. No, I think it will fit just well on you. Fit you even better than Tiger handler"
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>>94633
"Hmmm.... No. No, I think it will fit just well on you. Fit you even better than Tiger handler"
>>94634
Iron chuckles.
"Alright. I will trust you."
He picks it up, inspecting it carefully.
"How do I put this on?"
Iron chuckles.
"Alright. I will trust you."
He picks it up, inspecting it carefully.
"How do I put this on?"
>>94634
Not quite kill. Just bathroom troubles.
>>94624
This will work. And thus, Silver begins to cook himself some delicious baked beans. As he stirs them in the pan, his mind travels back to during the War. He's fairly certain the majority of his diet at that time consisted of beans. They're pretty easy to cook on a campfire, provided you have a pan, and something to set the pan on.
Not quite kill. Just bathroom troubles.
>>94624
This will work. And thus, Silver begins to cook himself some delicious baked beans. As he stirs them in the pan, his mind travels back to during the War. He's fairly certain the majority of his diet at that time consisted of beans. They're pretty easy to cook on a campfire, provided you have a pan, and something to set the pan on.
>>94632
Dark Star's expression Changes to one of Genuine interest,like he's longing to know more,not just more about the question but more about Blue as a PonyPerson
"Wow,you really are incredible. Did you get to do that? Did they scream? What was it like?"
Dark Star's expression Changes to one of Genuine interest,like he's longing to know more,not just more about the question but more about Blue as a PonyPerson
"Wow,you really are incredible. Did you get to do that? Did they scream? What was it like?"
>>94636
Well... At least there's a stove to set the pan on. It's pretty cold in this room
That sounds unpleasant anyways
>>94635
With a smile, she says
"Just put your neck through that hole there" making gestures with her hooves" and the rest just sort of lays on you back"
>>94637
She moves back and does an expression as if to bask in the compliment, a sort of "damn right I am incredible," and after a malign giggle, she says "It was the training they give to all of the future citizens. I didn't fight any griffins with darts, and only had encounters with a few helots in the Crypteia"
Well... At least there's a stove to set the pan on. It's pretty cold in this room
That sounds unpleasant anyways
>>94635
With a smile, she says
"Just put your neck through that hole there" making gestures with her hooves" and the rest just sort of lays on you back"
>>94637
She moves back and does an expression as if to bask in the compliment, a sort of "damn right I am incredible," and after a malign giggle, she says "It was the training they give to all of the future citizens. I didn't fight any griffins with darts, and only had encounters with a few helots in the Crypteia"
>>94638
Silver is thankful he has a thick winter coat to keep him from feeling cold while he waits for his beans to cook. Must be she keeps heat off in room while she is gone.
Silver is thankful he has a thick winter coat to keep him from feeling cold while he waits for his beans to cook. Must be she keeps heat off in room while she is gone.
>>94638
Iron does as instructed, placing his head through the hole and letting the rest fall down on his coat.
He inspects himself for a bit, then turns to Cauldron.
"How do I look?"
Iron does as instructed, placing his head through the hole and letting the rest fall down on his coat.
He inspects himself for a bit, then turns to Cauldron.
"How do I look?"
>>94640
It's knitted, muave, and while it streches to Iron, is still kind of small
".... Bwhahahaha!"
>>94641
She gives that smile, moves forward, then walks past Dark Star, rubbing her tail against Dark Star's muzzle in a kind of seductive way.
"You should have seen me in Zaphia, or even in my time here. I just don't use darts. Maybe you'll get to see me work later"
>>94639
Damn poofy winter unicorns. Oh well. What shall he do in the meantime?
It's knitted, muave, and while it streches to Iron, is still kind of small
".... Bwhahahaha!"
>>94641
She gives that smile, moves forward, then walks past Dark Star, rubbing her tail against Dark Star's muzzle in a kind of seductive way.
"You should have seen me in Zaphia, or even in my time here. I just don't use darts. Maybe you'll get to see me work later"
>>94639
Damn poofy winter unicorns. Oh well. What shall he do in the meantime?
>>94642
Iron's head cocks to the side yet again, a bit confused at Cauldron's laughing.
He looks down at himself with the piece of clothing.
"It seems like it does not fit my body well, judging from your laugh."
Iron's head cocks to the side yet again, a bit confused at Cauldron's laughing.
He looks down at himself with the piece of clothing.
"It seems like it does not fit my body well, judging from your laugh."
>>94642
Dark Star smiles a Confident smile
he also trys to keep it in his sheath
"I'm sure i will,and i'll love every second of it. I'm no slouch myself though."
He playfully Nibbles at her tail and eyes her flank
Then he steps up to the Stand
Dark Star smiles a Confident smile
he also trys to keep it in his sheath
"I'm sure i will,and i'll love every second of it. I'm no slouch myself though."
He playfully Nibbles at her tail and eyes her flank
Then he steps up to the Stand
>>94644
Iron blinks once, then tries jogging in place to see if it encumbers him due to it not being made for his size.
"Let me try if I can move in this thing."
He starts jogging in circles to test the piece of clothing.
Iron blinks once, then tries jogging in place to see if it encumbers him due to it not being made for his size.
"Let me try if I can move in this thing."
He starts jogging in circles to test the piece of clothing.
>>94642
Well, he might as well should sit down. It's gonna be a bit. His mind is allowed to wander some while he waits. And the first subject it touches is this job he's been given by Blue.
This mission is...surprisingly hazardous, now that he thinks on it, not that it'll deter him from seeing it through. One wrong move, one second too long spent in those catacombs, one ghast bumping into either him or his cart...and he's done for. Silver touches the bandages wrapped around his neck, the brief bit of pain from the contact causing him to withdraw his hoof with a sharp gasp. It's most definitely not healed yet. Not for a while. He lost a lot of blood, too, in between getting injured and fixing himself up. If he has to fight even a single ghast...well, he might end up reuniting with Storm, after all, along with whoever else is dead in his family. It's not like he fears dying in and of itself: he's lived his life well. But...all of those regrets, those words left unspoken? Rest in the afterlife will seem such a difficult goal to reach, should he perish before settling things in life. He wonders if anypony will bother to look for him in the catacombs, if he dies on this mission, or if his body even be found in the first place.
Sigh...
Once again, he pulls out the pictures of his old family he managed to save. He touches them with a forehoof, placing it over the ponies they hold. Those he has and continues to care about. In particular, he focuses on those of his three foals: Silver Rain, Spectral Streak, and White Light. It's been years since he's seen any of them. He hasn't seen Rain since he turned 18. And while Spec and White would send the occasional letter, their work has kept them from visiting, not since the last time in 1000, to celebrate the new millennium. He still doesn't blame them for it, but it doesn't change that fact that he misses them. He wants to make peace with them, and tell them all he wants to say, while he still has the chance. Please, Celestia, let them be alright...see me through this, so that I might reunite with them someday...please...
He looks back into the pocket that contained the photos, at the last item he's kept in there. A letter from Silver Rain, one of the few things he recovered from his home before he made the trek to Baltimare. He's read it before a couple of times, and while he wishes to read it again, while he feels it's almost his duty to read it again...he's not sure he wants to hurt like he did when he read it previously.
Well, he might as well should sit down. It's gonna be a bit. His mind is allowed to wander some while he waits. And the first subject it touches is this job he's been given by Blue.
This mission is...surprisingly hazardous, now that he thinks on it, not that it'll deter him from seeing it through. One wrong move, one second too long spent in those catacombs, one ghast bumping into either him or his cart...and he's done for. Silver touches the bandages wrapped around his neck, the brief bit of pain from the contact causing him to withdraw his hoof with a sharp gasp. It's most definitely not healed yet. Not for a while. He lost a lot of blood, too, in between getting injured and fixing himself up. If he has to fight even a single ghast...well, he might end up reuniting with Storm, after all, along with whoever else is dead in his family. It's not like he fears dying in and of itself: he's lived his life well. But...all of those regrets, those words left unspoken? Rest in the afterlife will seem such a difficult goal to reach, should he perish before settling things in life. He wonders if anypony will bother to look for him in the catacombs, if he dies on this mission, or if his body even be found in the first place.
Sigh...
Once again, he pulls out the pictures of his old family he managed to save. He touches them with a forehoof, placing it over the ponies they hold. Those he has and continues to care about. In particular, he focuses on those of his three foals: Silver Rain, Spectral Streak, and White Light. It's been years since he's seen any of them. He hasn't seen Rain since he turned 18. And while Spec and White would send the occasional letter, their work has kept them from visiting, not since the last time in 1000, to celebrate the new millennium. He still doesn't blame them for it, but it doesn't change that fact that he misses them. He wants to make peace with them, and tell them all he wants to say, while he still has the chance. Please, Celestia, let them be alright...see me through this, so that I might reunite with them someday...please...
He looks back into the pocket that contained the photos, at the last item he's kept in there. A letter from Silver Rain, one of the few things he recovered from his home before he made the trek to Baltimare. He's read it before a couple of times, and while he wishes to read it again, while he feels it's almost his duty to read it again...he's not sure he wants to hurt like he did when he read it previously.
>>94651
"I want to spend the excess energy from our dancing session, as well as give out a little tour of any sort of spots you like around here. Simple things like restaurants to more... secret places like that one pony that treated my wounds after our first job."
"I want to spend the excess energy from our dancing session, as well as give out a little tour of any sort of spots you like around here. Simple things like restaurants to more... secret places like that one pony that treated my wounds after our first job."
>>94653
"I'll see what I can do" she says, and proceeds down a simple street way with two and three story brick apartments to either side
>>94654
Roll 3d20
>>94652
There's a slight sound of a commerical something droning down stairs - probably a refrigeration unit - but it's basically quiet, and rather chilly too.
Blue Skies is kind of messy in the room, come to think of it, with items still spread as they were before
"I'll see what I can do" she says, and proceeds down a simple street way with two and three story brick apartments to either side
>>94654
Roll 3d20
>>94652
There's a slight sound of a commerical something droning down stairs - probably a refrigeration unit - but it's basically quiet, and rather chilly too.
Blue Skies is kind of messy in the room, come to think of it, with items still spread as they were before
>>94655
Iron follows along as she does, awaiting to start the jog. Be it running around Cauldron in circles or keeping up with her pace if she goes fast enough.
Iron follows along as she does, awaiting to start the jog. Be it running around Cauldron in circles or keeping up with her pace if she goes fast enough.
>>94655
Like before, it seems very much like Blue Skies in this room. Best not to do anything about it, no matter how much he might want to. Blue probably has some sort of system going on here, even if everything seems messy. Best to keep it that way until he hears otherwise.
He pulls the letter out, not yet opening it for the mental debate raging on in his mind. He does note how he always has thought it weird that Rain managed to find a place to both live and work on the Las Pegasus Strip. He's heard it's rather...unorthodox work, but work nonetheless.
Like before, it seems very much like Blue Skies in this room. Best not to do anything about it, no matter how much he might want to. Blue probably has some sort of system going on here, even if everything seems messy. Best to keep it that way until he hears otherwise.
He pulls the letter out, not yet opening it for the mental debate raging on in his mind. He does note how he always has thought it weird that Rain managed to find a place to both live and work on the Las Pegasus Strip. He's heard it's rather...unorthodox work, but work nonetheless.
>>94658
He simply trots alongside her.
"I see. It sounds like a chaotic place to live if the need to secure your belongings is any indication. You do not have to deal with that kind of stuff, do you?"
He simply trots alongside her.
"I see. It sounds like a chaotic place to live if the need to secure your belongings is any indication. You do not have to deal with that kind of stuff, do you?"
>>94663
Iron nods as they go along, awaiting for her to spot something interesting or important as they both trot along the sidewalk.
Iron nods as they go along, awaiting for her to spot something interesting or important as they both trot along the sidewalk.
>>94663
Silver looks to the date on the letter, marking when Rain sent it off. Exactly one day before the start of the Great War. A cruel irony, when he thinks to what the letter contains.
Not exactly sure what your start date to the Great War is. Also, not entirely sure what you're referring to when you're talking about Gladmane and Flim Flam. Mind filling me in real quick, in case it has any bearing on the letter's contents, or Rain's backstory?
Silver looks to the date on the letter, marking when Rain sent it off. Exactly one day before the start of the Great War. A cruel irony, when he thinks to what the letter contains.
Not exactly sure what your start date to the Great War is. Also, not entirely sure what you're referring to when you're talking about Gladmane and Flim Flam. Mind filling me in real quick, in case it has any bearing on the letter's contents, or Rain's backstory?
>>94666
>>94665
Same result, not enough to overcome Blue's luck
>>94664
She points them out quickly enough
"[x guy] owns that mechanics shop, he's in the gang. That flowershop is where a dog was killed the other day. That was actually the dog that was supposed to accompany you the first night, but they sent me in instead"
>>94667
It's from an episode, nevermind. But that would be Flim Flam era
>>94665
Same result, not enough to overcome Blue's luck
>>94664
She points them out quickly enough
"[x guy] owns that mechanics shop, he's in the gang. That flowershop is where a dog was killed the other day. That was actually the dog that was supposed to accompany you the first night, but they sent me in instead"
>>94667
It's from an episode, nevermind. But that would be Flim Flam era
>>94668
As he trots along, he tilts his head a bit.
"Wait, I was supposed to work with a dog? They did not tell me that information. Strange."
He smiles as he looks forward.
"I am glad there was a change of plans. You were a lifesaver when those cops showed up."
(Although I am not sure what consequences other than failing the mission would they dish out.)
As he trots along, he tilts his head a bit.
"Wait, I was supposed to work with a dog? They did not tell me that information. Strange."
He smiles as he looks forward.
"I am glad there was a change of plans. You were a lifesaver when those cops showed up."
(Although I am not sure what consequences other than failing the mission would they dish out.)
>>94669
She smiles briefly
"A diamond dog"
The looks ahead, and trots over towards an even more commercial area. Shops, restaurants"
"[x] owns that place. [y] can be found around there. That's actually a brothel if you go upstairs. That bar has a nice enough atmosphere, which is hard to find in this area, but their drinks are over priced"
She smiles briefly
"A diamond dog"
The looks ahead, and trots over towards an even more commercial area. Shops, restaurants"
"[x] owns that place. [y] can be found around there. That's actually a brothel if you go upstairs. That bar has a nice enough atmosphere, which is hard to find in this area, but their drinks are over priced"
>>94670
Iron's mind clicks.
"Oh! Right. I met one of them back at Willowbrooks' bar. She was nice."
I have no clue if normal dogs exist in here, but there was that one dog Applejack owned...
He nods along.
"What is a 'bruh-dell'?"
Iron's mind clicks.
"Oh! Right. I met one of them back at Willowbrooks' bar. She was nice."
I have no clue if normal dogs exist in here, but there was that one dog Applejack owned...
He nods along.
"What is a 'bruh-dell'?"
>>94671
Has Ash been forgotten already? She had that large Siberian husky, 'Caleb'
"A business establishment where you can pay to have sex with mares. It's not exactly legal, so it's normally styled as being a sort of bar"
Has Ash been forgotten already? She had that large Siberian husky, 'Caleb'
"A business establishment where you can pay to have sex with mares. It's not exactly legal, so it's normally styled as being a sort of bar"
>>94672
Whoops. Right. I forgot about that dog. Sorry Ash if I offended you and you're lurking here for some reason.
Iron widens his eyes, shocked at this revelation. His breathing is slightly interrupted and his pace slackens a bit. He recovers in a span of a second though.
"Huh. I never thought something like that would exist ever. I suppose they are either too into it or just need money."
(The latter sounds like a lame excuse. Just get a stallion to give you what you need.)
Whoops. Right. I forgot about that dog. Sorry Ash if I offended you and you're lurking here for some reason.
Iron widens his eyes, shocked at this revelation. His breathing is slightly interrupted and his pace slackens a bit. He recovers in a span of a second though.
"Huh. I never thought something like that would exist ever. I suppose they are either too into it or just need money."
(The latter sounds like a lame excuse. Just get a stallion to give you what you need.)
>>94673
She breathes out in a sort of contemptuous manner
"Some are immigrants paying back smugglers, some are down on their luck, some really love the money, and a few too many are shapeshifters"
She breathes out in a sort of contemptuous manner
"Some are immigrants paying back smugglers, some are down on their luck, some really love the money, and a few too many are shapeshifters"
>>94676
He nods yet again. He doesn't want to delve too deep into this for now. He does not have the capacity to help all ponies in here unless he had some sort of inmense wealth and extreme guidance. That would surely make him look prestigious.
He awaits the next destination as he nods to himself.
He nods yet again. He doesn't want to delve too deep into this for now. He does not have the capacity to help all ponies in here unless he had some sort of inmense wealth and extreme guidance. That would surely make him look prestigious.
He awaits the next destination as he nods to himself.
[2d20 = 17]
>>94677
She continues, and they walk down to an area that is more run down, and sort of industrial. There are large warehouses next to cluttered shops next to what seem to be very old buildings.
“This is the seaport area, by the waterfront. It includes old Baltimare. There are more non-ponies here, especially Griffins. This is also where we trade many of our goods.”
Iron can see where he once traded in the gold bars as he passes by
>>94677
She continues, and they walk down to an area that is more run down, and sort of industrial. There are large warehouses next to cluttered shops next to what seem to be very old buildings.
“This is the seaport area, by the waterfront. It includes old Baltimare. There are more non-ponies here, especially Griffins. This is also where we trade many of our goods.”
Iron can see where he once traded in the gold bars as he passes by
>>94681
Spooky dice.
Iron snickers.
"So this is the place where I bullied a capo that one time."
He contemplates the scene as he trots alongside Cauldron.
"An odd-looking place. They have those giant metal things floating on the water. Reminds me of canoe, just big and imposing."
Spooky dice.
Iron snickers.
"So this is the place where I bullied a capo that one time."
He contemplates the scene as he trots alongside Cauldron.
"An odd-looking place. They have those giant metal things floating on the water. Reminds me of canoe, just big and imposing."
>>94682
The building to the right is a tall, grey church. Or so it seems to be. There’s a tower to it and a boarded up top floor. To the right is a two story building that seems to have been a hotel at one point, but has since closed down. Next to the church is a tenement building. It is very dark
The building to the right is a tall, grey church. Or so it seems to be. There’s a tower to it and a boarded up top floor. To the right is a two story building that seems to have been a hotel at one point, but has since closed down. Next to the church is a tenement building. It is very dark
>>94685
“Oh, that hotel? That’s the old Gilman Hotel. It’s been closed down a while now. The church used to be the Sacred Hearts of Celestia and Luna, but it closed down”
“Oh, that hotel? That’s the old Gilman Hotel. It’s been closed down a while now. The church used to be the Sacred Hearts of Celestia and Luna, but it closed down”
>>94686
Oh, Iron's head is currently in static as he trots alongside her.
"What are hotels? Is Celestia that princess? Who is Luna? What were their purpose?"
Oh, Iron's head is currently in static as he trots alongside her.
"What are hotels? Is Celestia that princess? Who is Luna? What were their purpose?"
>>94687
“Well... a hotel is a place where ponies pay to stay to sleep for the night when traveling through a town or city. And Celestia and Luna were the former princesses of Equestria - the country you’ve been living in you whole life. Well, not anymore.”
“Well... a hotel is a place where ponies pay to stay to sleep for the night when traveling through a town or city. And Celestia and Luna were the former princesses of Equestria - the country you’ve been living in you whole life. Well, not anymore.”
>>94688
Iron cocks his eyebrow.
"What do you mean by that? I have not noticed any major difference between the past and the present. Do you mean this territory used to be called and ruled different?"
Iron cocks his eyebrow.
"What do you mean by that? I have not noticed any major difference between the past and the present. Do you mean this territory used to be called and ruled different?"
>>94689
Well yes. This was formerly the Principality of Equestria, now it is ‘the Baltimare Autonomous Region,’ or something or other.”
Roll die
Well yes. This was formerly the Principality of Equestria, now it is ‘the Baltimare Autonomous Region,’ or something or other.”
Roll die
>>94694
Some intense thinking sessions they're having. Silver is likely still thinking. Star is most likely kill.
Iron nods, sucking in the information.
"A strange name. I would have though they would have named it something like 'Metal City' or something."
Some intense thinking sessions they're having. Silver is likely still thinking. Star is most likely kill.
Iron nods, sucking in the information.
"A strange name. I would have though they would have named it something like 'Metal City' or something."
>>94663
With another sigh, he opens the letter. Silver mentally prepares himself for what's to come, though he knows deep inside that it will do nothing to help.
The letter reads as follows:
"Hey Dad,
"It's been a while, huh? 20 years? Something around that? I bet you're thinking, 'Who is this asshat who takes 20 years to write home?'. Well, it's me. Rain. Yeah, I know I'm a little late, and I'm sorry. You know, about...all of that. I'm gonna get to that, I promise, it's just...I've had to rewrite this like six times, now, and every time I've thrown it out because I keep on ranting. Well, screw that jazz. I'm not rewriting this a seventh time, so if I rant, maybe it's just because I feel like I need to.
"Anyways, onto the actual letter part of this. I've been having trouble trying to come up with things to write. I'm not as good as either Spec or White with this sort of thing. I'm a good speaker, not a good writer. Oh, uh, speaking of, I met up with lil' Spec and White not too long ago. Maybe a couple months have passed since then. They're doing well, they said. They also said they were happy to see me, it had been so long. We talked about some things. You, uh...you should have been there. You probably would have been, if it wasn't just a thing that happened with no prior warning. Again, sorry about that. Anyways, it's nice to see Spec likes it in the military. To hear him talk about his company, you'd almost believe he and his Hengstwolves could fight off Chrysalis's forces single-hoofedly, even if they are still just one recon company out of hundreds. I guess they are being, or already have been at this point, I guess, redeployed to the Changeling border, up near Vanhoover. He didn't seem worried about it, like he thinks it's inevitable that we'll 'beat the bugs back to the Olenian Ocean'. I wish I had his optimism.
"And White, she hasn't changed a bit: she's still that book-lovin' egghead we all know and love. Well, she might have changed a little. Looks like a little of Spec's joker side has rubbed off on her, or a little bit of his charisma. It's nice to see they remained close after they left home. Might even be their time apart has made their bond stronger. Anyways, she's doing well, too, if a little worried about the whole Changeling situation. I'm not sure if she's worried for herself, Equestria, or Spec being on the frontlines, though. I asked her about what the government's got her doing now, and all she said was 'Oh, you know, stuff. Stuff and things.'. She did say she's barely spending any time at the Mages Guild or Celestia's School, anymore, now that she's been fully committed to the Princesses' research efforts. I guess she can't actually say anything about what they're doing, but I've got some sources that have said some pretty crazy things. Things like a new model of magic rifle to replace the old Luna Nova, new spellbooks for military use, dark and mysterious magics from ancient times. Hell, I even had one say that they're working on 'splitting the atom', whatever that means. Sounds crazy, right?
"Right, ranting again. Sorry. Anyways, they said that you had mentioned me in your letters to them, asking how I was doing. It sounded like you were worried about me, and that you wanted to see me sometime. So, about the reason I'm writing...Dad, I just...wanted to say I'm sorry, for...everything. The terms on which I left by were not the greatest, I'll admit. And...it's not right, how I haven't tried to contact you until now. When Mom died...when I saw Mom, you know, get murdered like that...it changed me. I was weak, and I just couldn't handle it, and I let it change how I thought of the ponies around me. I even blamed you, at one point in my younger life, for her death. It was stupid of me I've since realized. And since, I've been just as stupid in how I've been living. I'm not always proud of the stallion I've become, and the things I've done. You'd be ashamed of me, I bet, just as I'm ashamed in myself. These past few years I've really come to regret those decisions, and it's only gotten worse every day I've been livin' on. And with this whole thing, this threat of war looming over us all...and knowing you'll be out there, risking your life to help Equestria...fearing that you'll...die...I feel like I don't have much time left to...to make things right. There's a lot I need to get off my chest. And so, I'm writing this letter, to tell you...
"I want to get to know my Dad again.
"Look, you can come down to Las Pegasus. I'll set you up with the swankiest room in the whole city, and with the all-expenses-paid Las Pegasus experience! It'll be fun, I swear! I'll even introduce you to a couple of mares I know who would definitely want to make use of your particular experience. But...most of all...I want us to be able to talk, say the things we want to say. You know, before this whole war comes, and...well, you know. Please, just...think about? For whatever we once had, and what I hope we could recover one day.
"Anyways, the Boss just came in, said there's a line forming of customers who are wanting my services. I guess I gotta wrap this up. I hope to hear from you soon."
-Always, your son, Silver Rain
...
...Oh, Rain...
With another sigh, he opens the letter. Silver mentally prepares himself for what's to come, though he knows deep inside that it will do nothing to help.
The letter reads as follows:
"Hey Dad,
"It's been a while, huh? 20 years? Something around that? I bet you're thinking, 'Who is this asshat who takes 20 years to write home?'. Well, it's me. Rain. Yeah, I know I'm a little late, and I'm sorry. You know, about...all of that. I'm gonna get to that, I promise, it's just...I've had to rewrite this like six times, now, and every time I've thrown it out because I keep on ranting. Well, screw that jazz. I'm not rewriting this a seventh time, so if I rant, maybe it's just because I feel like I need to.
"Anyways, onto the actual letter part of this. I've been having trouble trying to come up with things to write. I'm not as good as either Spec or White with this sort of thing. I'm a good speaker, not a good writer. Oh, uh, speaking of, I met up with lil' Spec and White not too long ago. Maybe a couple months have passed since then. They're doing well, they said. They also said they were happy to see me, it had been so long. We talked about some things. You, uh...you should have been there. You probably would have been, if it wasn't just a thing that happened with no prior warning. Again, sorry about that. Anyways, it's nice to see Spec likes it in the military. To hear him talk about his company, you'd almost believe he and his Hengstwolves could fight off Chrysalis's forces single-hoofedly, even if they are still just one recon company out of hundreds. I guess they are being, or already have been at this point, I guess, redeployed to the Changeling border, up near Vanhoover. He didn't seem worried about it, like he thinks it's inevitable that we'll 'beat the bugs back to the Olenian Ocean'. I wish I had his optimism.
"And White, she hasn't changed a bit: she's still that book-lovin' egghead we all know and love. Well, she might have changed a little. Looks like a little of Spec's joker side has rubbed off on her, or a little bit of his charisma. It's nice to see they remained close after they left home. Might even be their time apart has made their bond stronger. Anyways, she's doing well, too, if a little worried about the whole Changeling situation. I'm not sure if she's worried for herself, Equestria, or Spec being on the frontlines, though. I asked her about what the government's got her doing now, and all she said was 'Oh, you know, stuff. Stuff and things.'. She did say she's barely spending any time at the Mages Guild or Celestia's School, anymore, now that she's been fully committed to the Princesses' research efforts. I guess she can't actually say anything about what they're doing, but I've got some sources that have said some pretty crazy things. Things like a new model of magic rifle to replace the old Luna Nova, new spellbooks for military use, dark and mysterious magics from ancient times. Hell, I even had one say that they're working on 'splitting the atom', whatever that means. Sounds crazy, right?
"Right, ranting again. Sorry. Anyways, they said that you had mentioned me in your letters to them, asking how I was doing. It sounded like you were worried about me, and that you wanted to see me sometime. So, about the reason I'm writing...Dad, I just...wanted to say I'm sorry, for...everything. The terms on which I left by were not the greatest, I'll admit. And...it's not right, how I haven't tried to contact you until now. When Mom died...when I saw Mom, you know, get murdered like that...it changed me. I was weak, and I just couldn't handle it, and I let it change how I thought of the ponies around me. I even blamed you, at one point in my younger life, for her death. It was stupid of me I've since realized. And since, I've been just as stupid in how I've been living. I'm not always proud of the stallion I've become, and the things I've done. You'd be ashamed of me, I bet, just as I'm ashamed in myself. These past few years I've really come to regret those decisions, and it's only gotten worse every day I've been livin' on. And with this whole thing, this threat of war looming over us all...and knowing you'll be out there, risking your life to help Equestria...fearing that you'll...die...I feel like I don't have much time left to...to make things right. There's a lot I need to get off my chest. And so, I'm writing this letter, to tell you...
"I want to get to know my Dad again.
"Look, you can come down to Las Pegasus. I'll set you up with the swankiest room in the whole city, and with the all-expenses-paid Las Pegasus experience! It'll be fun, I swear! I'll even introduce you to a couple of mares I know who would definitely want to make use of your particular experience. But...most of all...I want us to be able to talk, say the things we want to say. You know, before this whole war comes, and...well, you know. Please, just...think about? For whatever we once had, and what I hope we could recover one day.
"Anyways, the Boss just came in, said there's a line forming of customers who are wanting my services. I guess I gotta wrap this up. I hope to hear from you soon."
-Always, your son, Silver Rain
...
...Oh, Rain...
>>94697
Damn, Rain must be one kick-ass accountant. But Silver... poor Silver. If there were somepony around to hug him, he’d be hugged
Also, good job on making this character sound different than the others. I am prett sure I am still far behind on differentiating characters in speech”
Damn, Rain must be one kick-ass accountant. But Silver... poor Silver. If there were somepony around to hug him, he’d be hugged
Also, good job on making this character sound different than the others. I am prett sure I am still far behind on differentiating characters in speech”
>>94702
But alas, he has nopony to comfort him. Silver is, as he has been for most of the past 14 years, all alone. He is slightly worried for a second that the room around him is flooding before he realizes that, like before, it's just his eyes filling with tears. Oh Rain...I'm so sorry...for everything... He hugs the letter close to him, for now the only connection he has left to his beloved son, his firstborn.
It's difficult, believe you-me. I'm trying my hardest.
But alas, he has nopony to comfort him. Silver is, as he has been for most of the past 14 years, all alone. He is slightly worried for a second that the room around him is flooding before he realizes that, like before, it's just his eyes filling with tears. Oh Rain...I'm so sorry...for everything... He hugs the letter close to him, for now the only connection he has left to his beloved son, his firstborn.
It's difficult, believe you-me. I'm trying my hardest.
>>94703
The room is still cold around him, a cluttered emptiness. Maybe the beans are doing better. Also this is kind of off topic but he doesn’t have his adoptive grandfoals anymore either
The room is still cold around him, a cluttered emptiness. Maybe the beans are doing better. Also this is kind of off topic but he doesn’t have his adoptive grandfoals anymore either
>>94706
Makes sense, I suppose. Although the typist may be fucking with Rain or something if that's the case.
Makes sense, I suppose. Although the typist may be fucking with Rain or something if that's the case.
>>94704
Because Rain is a good speaker, not a good writer, so he wrote it like he was speaking to somepony.
Also because I'm shit at writing letters, but that's beside the point.
>>94705
He sniffles and wipes his eyes as he goes to check on the beans. He also sets Rain's letter aside, not wanting to take the chance of anything bad happening to it. Why must this world be so cold at times? So cruel?
The small part of him that, through this deep well of sadness, remembers that Brie took the drones somewhere tells Silver that it is just maybe a good idea to let Blue know, since this would certainly be of interest to her to know.
Because Rain is a good speaker, not a good writer, so he wrote it like he was speaking to somepony.
Also because I'm shit at writing letters, but that's beside the point.
>>94705
He sniffles and wipes his eyes as he goes to check on the beans. He also sets Rain's letter aside, not wanting to take the chance of anything bad happening to it. Why must this world be so cold at times? So cruel?
The small part of him that, through this deep well of sadness, remembers that Brie took the drones somewhere tells Silver that it is just maybe a good idea to let Blue know, since this would certainly be of interest to her to know.
>>94708
The only thing you need to improve is maybe just deleting elypses (...) and stutters, replacing them with crossed lines of text to show noviceness if you want to. Pretend you have all the time in the world to type to successfully write a letter and you shall succeed.
I might have to prove that, but Iron does not have any relatives that could send him letters.
The only thing you need to improve is maybe just deleting elypses (...) and stutters, replacing them with crossed lines of text to show noviceness if you want to. Pretend you have all the time in the world to type to successfully write a letter and you shall succeed.
I might have to prove that, but Iron does not have any relatives that could send him letters.
>>94708
I misread this when i first saw it. I thought it was saying he’d let Blue now about the letter, which I was excited for
I misread this when i first saw it. I thought it was saying he’d let Blue now about the letter, which I was excited for
>>94710
I don't know exactly why you'd be excited about that in particular, but he most definitely will show it to her when he talks to her about all of this.
I don't know exactly why you'd be excited about that in particular, but he most definitely will show it to her when he talks to her about all of this.
>>94710
Since you've spoilered and not responded, I'd like to ask for a response, since you left me with a 9 which is undecided for my taste.
Since you've spoilered and not responded, I'd like to ask for a response, since you left me with a 9 which is undecided for my taste.
>>94713
Wrote that wrong.
Iunno.
Skies may be experiencing the ultimate dream of DP with both S PCs. Harmonic love triangle reaching the most raunchy conclusion.
Wrote that wrong.
Iunno.
Skies may be experiencing the ultimate dream of DP with both S PCs. Harmonic love triangle reaching the most raunchy conclusion.
>>94716
That's going to cause some issues later on. I urge you to rein it in for now. There's always tomorrow.
Ingame tomorrow, not IRL.
That's going to cause some issues later on. I urge you to rein it in for now. There's always tomorrow.
Ingame tomorrow, not IRL.
>>94718
Oh, you can't see it, but he's salivating at your backstory. His keyboard is coated with semen and shit.
Oh, you can't see it, but he's salivating at your backstory. His keyboard is coated with semen and shit.
I think I'm going to bed now. See you all tomorrow/whenever.
I'm always watching.
I'm always watching.
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