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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>>93004
"Wir gehen zum Stock. Ich möchte, dass ihre Hilfe dabei hilft, Comte zu rächen. Ich habe dir doch gesagt, dass nicht?"
"Wir gehen zum Stock. Ich möchte, dass ihre Hilfe dabei hilft, Comte zu rächen. Ich habe dir doch gesagt, dass nicht?"
>>93000
Silver grimaces slightly at the sight. There is no way he'd be able to take all of these books with him on the trip back, and he doesn't have enough time to look through them all to check for anything useful to the Black Hooves.
"Если бы только Белый Свет был здесь. Она сможет сделать это через две минуты." His voice still remains hoarse, evidently not yet healed fully from the damage it took. Hoping it will serve as a good example of what this library contains, Silver grabs a random book off of a shelf, and skims through its pages to find what it's about.
Silver grimaces slightly at the sight. There is no way he'd be able to take all of these books with him on the trip back, and he doesn't have enough time to look through them all to check for anything useful to the Black Hooves.
"Если бы только Белый Свет был здесь. Она сможет сделать это через две минуты." His voice still remains hoarse, evidently not yet healed fully from the damage it took. Hoping it will serve as a good example of what this library contains, Silver grabs a random book off of a shelf, and skims through its pages to find what it's about.
>>93007
Lower shelf, first book. It seems to pertain to an associate of Radiant Hope in the old days of the Crystal Empire
Lower shelf, first book. It seems to pertain to an associate of Radiant Hope in the old days of the Crystal Empire
>>93012
Ah, I missed that context.
"Ich möchte ihn leiden lassen. Ich möchte ihn für das, was er Ihnen angetan hat, und andere zweifellos nach unten ziehen. Ich möchte die Organisation, die er aufgebaut hat, zerquetschen, und aus seiner Asche möchte ich meine bauen. Ich bin ein Schurke, aber er ist etwas Schlimmeres, aber er ist zu gut verbunden, um direkt von ihm heruntergebracht zu werden. Dafür brauche ich mächtige Verbündete." Brie says with a scowl on his face, looking off toward nowhere in particular.
Ah, I missed that context.
"Ich möchte ihn leiden lassen. Ich möchte ihn für das, was er Ihnen angetan hat, und andere zweifellos nach unten ziehen. Ich möchte die Organisation, die er aufgebaut hat, zerquetschen, und aus seiner Asche möchte ich meine bauen. Ich bin ein Schurke, aber er ist etwas Schlimmeres, aber er ist zu gut verbunden, um direkt von ihm heruntergebracht zu werden. Dafür brauche ich mächtige Verbündete." Brie says with a scowl on his face, looking off toward nowhere in particular.
>>93010
Interesting. Radiant Hope. He puts the book back, deciding to come back for it and the rest of these later. He moves into the next room, satisfied that there's nothing pertaining to his current objective among these shelves.
Interesting. Radiant Hope. He puts the book back, deciding to come back for it and the rest of these later. He moves into the next room, satisfied that there's nothing pertaining to his current objective among these shelves.
>>93013
Kerr blinks, then tilts his head
"Warum hasst du ihn? Ist er ein Rivale von dir?"
>>93014
If he takes notice, there is a note folded up on a desk in the room
>>93015
"They are rather brutish, but I don't mind them too much. They at least keep their slaves in check, and they hate the griffins as we do"
Kerr blinks, then tilts his head
"Warum hasst du ihn? Ist er ein Rivale von dir?"
>>93014
If he takes notice, there is a note folded up on a desk in the room
>>93015
"They are rather brutish, but I don't mind them too much. They at least keep their slaves in check, and they hate the griffins as we do"
>>93016
"Kein Rivale. Ich wusste nichts über ihn, bis ich Sie zwei sah. Bis dahin war er nur das Ziel eines Jobs. Aber als ich Sie zwei sah und was er Sie durchgemacht hatte, und wer weiß, wie viele andere, ... dann wurde er meine Beute."
"Kein Rivale. Ich wusste nichts über ihn, bis ich Sie zwei sah. Bis dahin war er nur das Ziel eines Jobs. Aber als ich Sie zwei sah und was er Sie durchgemacht hatte, und wer weiß, wie viele andere, ... dann wurde er meine Beute."
>>93023
"Direkt? Nichts. Es ist das, was er dir angetan hat, als er seinen Todesurteil unterschrieb."
"Direkt? Nichts. Es ist das, was er dir angetan hat, als er seinen Todesurteil unterschrieb."
>>93017
"Dear Cinnamon Corn
Over the past several decades I have discovered a way of conversing with spirits. I have reanimated dead matter. I have raided the tombs of ancient nobles and sent for the long dead of distant lands. I have spoken to ancient sorcerers, voodoo masters, priests, and wizards. I have learned secrets thought forgotten to ponykind. I have even discovered a way to forestall death in myself. There was something distinctly pleasurable in the knowledge and pleasures I found. Having power over death made me feel alive. But for all of this, the power I sought eluded me. My attempts to bring back my Wood Hill, little Whinny, Petra, High Sails, and East Wind, have not produced the desired results.
I was very cautious to attempt to reanimate her, first conducting a number of tests on corpses, then later on zebras and other such living subjects, before having a semi workable product. I was never able to completely reattach body to soul, succeeding in either restoring sensation to a bodiless spirit, or motion to a soulless body. Never both. After having a number of working tests, I decided, finally, to dig up Wood Hill from Rosemont Cemetary, in that plot her father left her. I very carefully performed the spell, and succeeded in bringing forth her spirit. For the first night... the first month, it was everything I had wished for. Everything I had worked for. To be able to speak with her again. To be with her, in a way, for the first time since that terrible year of the plague. Though I could not feel her, touch her, nor see her face, I was overjoyed to have even that. But she was not so. Thogh her spirits were lifted as were ine for the first few weeks, after a while, her morale faded. Her spirit tethered to a set of salts, unable to move, or to feel properly, she became despondent. Something about the inability to trot through a moonlight meadow, or feel the sea breeze, or smell the salty air. Sadness overcame her, and she became inconsolable. She even became resentful of me, as if I had locked her in a prison. I eventually reversed the spell, and placed her salts away. I never subjected the children to the same proceedure. I became heartbroken, and for months backed away from both my experiments and my business.
You may recall two years ago I took a wife by the name of Midnight Maelstrom. She is the daughter of one of my ship captains, engaged to be married to some sailor. I needed the marriage to remain in good standing in society, as ponies began to notice my reclusive and strange behaviors. I blackmailed her father into allowing the marriage, and she broke her engagement and married me. What you may not know is how much I have warmed to her, how she makes me feel a warmth in myself that I have not felt in a very long time. A few months ago, she had my child, a colt named Tall Mast. I believe I will devote more time to my new wife and child, and to running my old father-in-law's company. I am going to step away from alchemy and the dark arts, though it has permanently scarred me. Perhaps, you should do the same.
Joseph Curwhinny, 890"
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"Dear Cinnamon Corn
Over the past several decades I have discovered a way of conversing with spirits. I have reanimated dead matter. I have raided the tombs of ancient nobles and sent for the long dead of distant lands. I have spoken to ancient sorcerers, voodoo masters, priests, and wizards. I have learned secrets thought forgotten to ponykind. I have even discovered a way to forestall death in myself. There was something distinctly pleasurable in the knowledge and pleasures I found. Having power over death made me feel alive. But for all of this, the power I sought eluded me. My attempts to bring back my Wood Hill, little Whinny, Petra, High Sails, and East Wind, have not produced the desired results.
I was very cautious to attempt to reanimate her, first conducting a number of tests on corpses, then later on zebras and other such living subjects, before having a semi workable product. I was never able to completely reattach body to soul, succeeding in either restoring sensation to a bodiless spirit, or motion to a soulless body. Never both. After having a number of working tests, I decided, finally, to dig up Wood Hill from Rosemont Cemetary, in that plot her father left her. I very carefully performed the spell, and succeeded in bringing forth her spirit. For the first night... the first month, it was everything I had wished for. Everything I had worked for. To be able to speak with her again. To be with her, in a way, for the first time since that terrible year of the plague. Though I could not feel her, touch her, nor see her face, I was overjoyed to have even that. But she was not so. Thogh her spirits were lifted as were ine for the first few weeks, after a while, her morale faded. Her spirit tethered to a set of salts, unable to move, or to feel properly, she became despondent. Something about the inability to trot through a moonlight meadow, or feel the sea breeze, or smell the salty air. Sadness overcame her, and she became inconsolable. She even became resentful of me, as if I had locked her in a prison. I eventually reversed the spell, and placed her salts away. I never subjected the children to the same proceedure. I became heartbroken, and for months backed away from both my experiments and my business.
You may recall two years ago I took a wife by the name of Midnight Maelstrom. She is the daughter of one of my ship captains, engaged to be married to some sailor. I needed the marriage to remain in good standing in society, as ponies began to notice my reclusive and strange behaviors. I blackmailed her father into allowing the marriage, and she broke her engagement and married me. What you may not know is how much I have warmed to her, how she makes me feel a warmth in myself that I have not felt in a very long time. A few months ago, she had my child, a colt named Tall Mast. I believe I will devote more time to my new wife and child, and to running my old father-in-law's company. I am going to step away from alchemy and the dark arts, though it has permanently scarred me. Perhaps, you should do the same.
Joseph Curwhinny, 890"
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>>93026
For a few seconds after reading, he stands there, reading it over once again. It's...a lot, for him to take in. Much of it he expected already, especially pertaining with what would happen if Wood Hill's spirit was brought back, but it is still a bit of an emotional shock to him. As he reaches the end for a second, he comments to himself that it is nice, even it does not change what he did, that Curwhinny gave up such dark deeds, realizing that there were more important things in life. Such as living, Silver chuckles to himself.
He folds the letter away, wondering if his goal was ever reachable. He also remarks to himself that this likely never got into Cinnamon Corn's possession, and that it means they likely continued their own necromantic practices. Perhaps, they continue even to this day. It's not a pleasant thought, to be sure.
For a few seconds after reading, he stands there, reading it over once again. It's...a lot, for him to take in. Much of it he expected already, especially pertaining with what would happen if Wood Hill's spirit was brought back, but it is still a bit of an emotional shock to him. As he reaches the end for a second, he comments to himself that it is nice, even it does not change what he did, that Curwhinny gave up such dark deeds, realizing that there were more important things in life. Such as living, Silver chuckles to himself.
He folds the letter away, wondering if his goal was ever reachable. He also remarks to himself that this likely never got into Cinnamon Corn's possession, and that it means they likely continued their own necromantic practices. Perhaps, they continue even to this day. It's not a pleasant thought, to be sure.
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>>93030
He was talking about Curwhinny's plans, if that helps clear things up.
Listen: Silver tries to tell what direction the movements are coming from, and whether they are regular like that of a living pony, or irregular like the shambling undead.
>>93030
He was talking about Curwhinny's plans, if that helps clear things up.
Listen: Silver tries to tell what direction the movements are coming from, and whether they are regular like that of a living pony, or irregular like the shambling undead.
>>93032
Hmm... A new fear, that of Cinnamon Corn residing in these very halls, takes hold for but a second, and he quickly dashes it against the walls of his mind. No matter if it is justified, it will be of no use worrying about it in this situation. Focus, Serebry. Focus!
Still, as he enters the next room (assuming he isn't already in the next room), he makes the decision that he mustn't spend too much more time here.
Hmm... A new fear, that of Cinnamon Corn residing in these very halls, takes hold for but a second, and he quickly dashes it against the walls of his mind. No matter if it is justified, it will be of no use worrying about it in this situation. Focus, Serebry. Focus!
Still, as he enters the next room (assuming he isn't already in the next room), he makes the decision that he mustn't spend too much more time here.
>>93033
"A serf doesn't own the land they farm" She replies, but she seems awkward in her explanation
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"A serf doesn't own the land they farm" She replies, but she seems awkward in her explanation
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>>93027
"Ich möchte nicht behaupten, genau zu wissen, was er durchgesetzt hat, aber Sie beide in diesem Raum zu sehen, hat Erinnerungen ausgelöst, die ich lieber begraben hätte."
"Ich möchte nicht behaupten, genau zu wissen, was er durchgesetzt hat, aber Sie beide in diesem Raum zu sehen, hat Erinnerungen ausgelöst, die ich lieber begraben hätte."
>>93034
Both doors on that side open to this room, which contains a number of candles, reflective mirrors, and a long line of shelves on three of the walls, as well as one writing desk. A separate table contains blank papers, which are already confirmed to be nothing other than paper
>>93036
Kerr nods. Wesley, likewise, is listening intently, taking an interest in the conversation
"Ist das unter Ponys akzeptiert?"
Both doors on that side open to this room, which contains a number of candles, reflective mirrors, and a long line of shelves on three of the walls, as well as one writing desk. A separate table contains blank papers, which are already confirmed to be nothing other than paper
>>93036
Kerr nods. Wesley, likewise, is listening intently, taking an interest in the conversation
"Ist das unter Ponys akzeptiert?"
>>93037
At least this makes searching easier. It is likely other side is also like this. Stepping out of the room, he turns to look deeper into the hallway, to see if it continues down like the other side or not.
At least this makes searching easier. It is likely other side is also like this. Stepping out of the room, he turns to look deeper into the hallway, to see if it continues down like the other side or not.
>>93040
Which direction? Forward from his position (the hallway that had been to his left), or to his right, which would have been forward?
Which direction? Forward from his position (the hallway that had been to his left), or to his right, which would have been forward?
>>93041
Kerr starts off strong, then his voice becomes softer and trails a little big as his voice moves away
Nein, er würde uns aus den Käfigen nehmen und tun, was ich für Ponys halte, ist der Fortpflanzungsakt, obwohl ich keine Ponys kenne. Er zeigte uns Bilder von Colts und wies uns an, sich in sie zu verwandeln, und dann die Action mit uns machen, auch wenn unsere Körper Colts waren..."
Wesley chimes in, interjecting with a minor shout
"Er würde mehrere andere Ponys dabei haben. Wir haben versucht, ihre Liebe zu absorbieren, aber oft gab es keine. Sie waren manchmal kraftvoll. Also haben wir versucht, es stärker zu nehmen."
That's the exact moment that Wesley tears up, and his voice becomes softer
"Sie mochten es nicht, dass wir sie beißen, also würden sie uns schlagen. Wenn uns das nicht aufhalten konnte, benutzten sie eine Batterie, um uns zu schocken. Wir waren also gezwungen, zu Colts zu wechseln und sie hereinzulassen, und wir begannen zu hungern
Wesley looks away
>>93043
Another stairwell. As he goes down, it becomes damper, then through the hole to the next area, the hall becomes wider. The sound is much louder here
>>93044
"No, I am fine. Why?"
Kerr starts off strong, then his voice becomes softer and trails a little big as his voice moves away
Nein, er würde uns aus den Käfigen nehmen und tun, was ich für Ponys halte, ist der Fortpflanzungsakt, obwohl ich keine Ponys kenne. Er zeigte uns Bilder von Colts und wies uns an, sich in sie zu verwandeln, und dann die Action mit uns machen, auch wenn unsere Körper Colts waren..."
Wesley chimes in, interjecting with a minor shout
"Er würde mehrere andere Ponys dabei haben. Wir haben versucht, ihre Liebe zu absorbieren, aber oft gab es keine. Sie waren manchmal kraftvoll. Also haben wir versucht, es stärker zu nehmen."
That's the exact moment that Wesley tears up, and his voice becomes softer
"Sie mochten es nicht, dass wir sie beißen, also würden sie uns schlagen. Wenn uns das nicht aufhalten konnte, benutzten sie eine Batterie, um uns zu schocken. Wir waren also gezwungen, zu Colts zu wechseln und sie hereinzulassen, und wir begannen zu hungern
Wesley looks away
>>93043
Another stairwell. As he goes down, it becomes damper, then through the hole to the next area, the hall becomes wider. The sound is much louder here
>>93044
"No, I am fine. Why?"
>>93045
Brie's pupils become slits, and aside from a slight tremble in his voice, he betrays no emotion.
"Wie lange hat er dich dort behalten? Weißt du das?"
Brie's pupils become slits, and aside from a slight tremble in his voice, he betrays no emotion.
"Wie lange hat er dich dort behalten? Weißt du das?"
>>93045
I wonder if this connects to other side as well? Silver treads carefully along, looking for any side rooms to search. He's not sure about the likelihood of more books or notes down here, since this was most assuredly underwater for the longest time, but he can't say he did his duty if he didn't explore every inch of this place.
I wonder if this connects to other side as well? Silver treads carefully along, looking for any side rooms to search. He's not sure about the likelihood of more books or notes down here, since this was most assuredly underwater for the longest time, but he can't say he did his duty if he didn't explore every inch of this place.
>>93046
Wesley is crying, but continues
"Wir waren lange Zeit dort. Wir gingen weder nach draußen, noch konnten wir die Sonne sehen, daher wissen wir nicht, wie lange es war. Es muss Monate her sein, weil wir sehr hungrig waren. Nach einer Weile stellten sie zwei Ponys in den Raum, aber sie waren zu weit weg, um sie zu essen."
>>93047
To the left is an open vaulted area that must have either been a cell or a storage space. to the right is a room with an open doorway, and decayed wood and metal inside
Wesley is crying, but continues
"Wir waren lange Zeit dort. Wir gingen weder nach draußen, noch konnten wir die Sonne sehen, daher wissen wir nicht, wie lange es war. Es muss Monate her sein, weil wir sehr hungrig waren. Nach einer Weile stellten sie zwei Ponys in den Raum, aber sie waren zu weit weg, um sie zu essen."
>>93047
To the left is an open vaulted area that must have either been a cell or a storage space. to the right is a room with an open doorway, and decayed wood and metal inside
>>93048
Brie slowly rises from his seat and walks close to the two Lings, and places a wing around both of them. In a quiet voice he says.
"Lassen Sie uns dies im Raum fortsetzen. Ich möchte mehr von deiner Geschichte hören."
Brie slowly rises from his seat and walks close to the two Lings, and places a wing around both of them. In a quiet voice he says.
"Lassen Sie uns dies im Raum fortsetzen. Ich möchte mehr von deiner Geschichte hören."
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