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 because of their encounters 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.
For those on the train. The train goes along at high speeds through the darkness past farmland, trees, and other trains... until it starts to slow down, and comes to a halt.
She raises her rear legs onto the couch so now she's laying on it, placing her head near Silver. She takes the cigarette back from him, and takes another puff, then looks up at him again with that evil smile
"Do I strike you as the honest, trustworthy type, Silver?"
Those triplets cannot be mistaken.
Silver sort of
wants to object, but...well... "Fair enough, I suppose. Just know you can always ask if you want to bum smoke off of me." He continues to give Skies a warm-yet-knowing smile.
He does take the Hippo back, though. That
does actually have some sentimental value.
Yep. Life has been putting my schedule in a stranglehold, but I'll try and make more of these sessions.
She looks back at him
"And if you ever feel like you have a little too much love in you, you can dump it on me. I'm not the most loving or faithful, but if you are lonely and need a pony to talk to, to be around, to cuddle, or just need a cute young mare to fuck, I'm here for you."
Hearing that last part, Silver is struck by how much more different their relationship is now than it was even just yesterday. Not that he's complaining. Any opportunity to spend time with Skies is worthwhile. His voice takes on a flirty tone, and he gives her some bedroom eyes. "Lucky for both of us, I have plenty of love to give.">>97014Awwwwwww, yea, getting down with the dirty pseudo-incest sex.>>97010>>97013Good to see you guys. It's been ages.
Good to see you guys too. I wish I was able to do this more regularly.
You both know he can simply ake up and go down the stairs to find you fucking, right?
She lays down, looks up, and extends her wings
"You can give whenever you want. Just looks like you'll have to hold back when Dark Star is around."
Better keep on praying. Brie is still missing
oh hey cool, players to replace Dark Star.
Umm... we aren't replacing you.
>>97019Apogee is a treasure. I wonder if her mother and father in this universe would be the pony equivalents of Werner von Braun, being aspiring astronautic and aeronautic engineers drawn into war to design and develop rockets and aircraft for military use.
"I will be sure to make use of that offer." He smiles and repositions so he's laying on his back on the couch with his legs in the air. He looks down his body and in between his legs at Skies. "We should get back to Dark Star sometime soon, but...do you think we could spend maybe little
bit of time cuddling here before we return? I feel like you were left out of much of it earlier."
“I have been feeling a little left out...”
He continues smiling that warm, inviting smile of his, as he wiggles around and forms ripples in his soft, thick winter coat. "Well then, let us rectify that. I am all yours for your cuddling."
She gets up on the couch, and walk over him, a leg on each side of him, and hangs over him. Then, she gently lowers herself on top of him, her head up and over his, looking down. She lets her wings come down to to Silver’s sides
"Oh look, a not painfully protracted pseudo-plot. Might even be something to kill, that won't get us killed in the interim." Brie EEE's to himself, 3.5 wall breakingly.
ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLE!
No seriously. How much time do you have?
Cool. The bat is here... just in time to lose the tank with a lance though....
Silver in turn wraps his own forelegs around Skies, pulling her into the soft fluff and flush against the firm muscle beneath. Heat trapped from his coat washes over her barrel and the rest of her legs and underside. While it isn't overall as warm as her serving as Silver's little spoon, it's a significantly softer feeling from her soft underbelly held against Silver's soft underbelly. Should she take an interest, the open end of Silver's sheath is just barely
separated from Skies' rear, with the way she's laying down on Silver's body.
Silver, as he has up until now, takes the time to enjoy the feeling of another warm body against his, how it almost feels as though it completes his soul. It helps that Skies is a good cuddle buddy.
Is it a fight please say its a fight or something other than pretending to be normal ponies
Not that I have a bias, I'm loving pretending to be normal ponies on the way to
try and negotiate with Bugs.
She likes this affection, and nuzzles the end of Silver’s nose. She also moves her tail up, so Silver has more options
*Poner is cuddled*>>97035Onky If you want it to be
It must be after midnight. The train stopped at Moonlight bay, then only shortly before at Mareaway. Kerr has sat near the center of the room, while Wesley admired the scenery, however dark it may have been, as trains passed and the lights of lonely cottages or hamlets can be seen passing periodically. Now, the train comes to a complete stop. The train seems to have stopped at least partly on a large stone bridge over a gorge, judging from the view outside of the window
Last I checked, Brie, Kerr, and Wesley were back in their room yes?
Yes, that is correct. All three are in their room>>97023>>97013
Spark and Onyx would have an experience like that of >>97036
In their respective room. The part about the train coming to a stop, not the cuddling
"Wir könnten Probleme haben"
Brie says, hoofing a pair of throwing knives (he has 10, after the 2 he gave to Kerr and Wesley)
So 8 in reserve, but ready for a 2-hand strike if needed.
Poner is indeed cuddled.
Silver turns the nuzzle into an Eskimo kiss Polar Bear kiss, maybe?
by returning it in full. He ruffles the fur on the sides of his body against her wings. It feels a little ticklish against the fleshy bit of her wings.
Darn it. I need to find somepony to cuddle at some point… though I might die before then. Spark (and we have to imagine Onyx following) have noticed the train stopping and head to the changelings' car to see if they have caused some kind of panic.
Spark knocks on the door as specified in a previous thread that I can't recall at the moment.
2 knocks, then 1 knock. Come on now,...
The knives are noted
Wesley, who is looking out of the window, says
"Am Damm sind Lichter an"I tried to get it to say "lights are on on the embankment," but it wouldn't do that
Nothing is happening at the moment. The train is stopped just the same way as it would at a platform on a minor stop, or if it were waiting for another train to pass in those long stretches where most of the track is single track. No alarms sound, and the lights in the train are still on. What makes this stop so off - beside's wesley's words - is that the stop is on a bridge.
*knock knock* on the door>>97040
"Surely you have more than that in you">>97041
The lights are on in the car. He passes one other pony, who looks anxious. He knocks
Yeah... that. I have been out of the game for a long time you know.
[1d20+12 = 25]>>97044
Brie activates his disguise enchantment to appear like the young bartender from the rear of the cars.
(roll is disguise + int(+2) + enchantment (presumably +10, but maybe not)
Its a symbological metaphor. Think twice (knock twice) before acting once (knock once)
He chuckles softly, and places a quick smooch on her lips. "Everything comes in its own time."
He bends his head down, planting loving kisses and small licks on the side of Skies' neck. One of his forehooves moves up to cradle the other side of her head. Down in his lower abdomen, she can feel some of the muscles twitch and quiver, a sign that a particular biological function of his is indeed still kicking.
He should look more or less like him... even if the disguise is having difficulty poofing away freakish bat wings on an earth pony, almost like black spots to his side. Probably best covered with a coat.
Somepony is knocking at the door>>97048
She smiles at him, warmly
The Nymphs look at him strangely. They don't know of any shapechanging abilities outside of their own race, and so they instinctively assume Brie to be one of them, despite the cloak not being as good at imitating a creature with different appendages - like a horn or no wings - as Changeling magic. After all, as Kerr said, Brie has the "aura" of a Changeling.
"So sorry, this cabin doesn't seem to want to be disturbed," Brie affects before realizing its Spark.
Spark figures there is probably something wrong if Brie is not answering the door.
"Damn it. Why couldn't I have a boring life like I read about in history class?"
I give one more code knock of two knocks followed by one and ready myself to bust the door down.
Silver continues to smooch at her neck, and lick at her nape. She feels something soft rub and press briefly against her vulva before sliding off and resting against her inner thigh, slowly getting thicker, longer, and harder as he continues to show love to Skies'.
"Hehehe" she giggles
Then she whispers
"Give me all of that cuddling you were going to give Star">>97053>>97051
No other sounds in the car... Yet
[1d20 = 10]>>97053
Seeing its Spark, Brie dispenses any pretense of propriety.
"Oh get in here,"
Grapple attempt to pull him into the car
Spark is probably confused as to why the bartender from the train is here with the changelings... and has the voice of Brie, but that doesn't properly register with Spark. His horn lights up as he is pulled inside.
"What the hay are you doing here? Where is Brie?"
"Shush now, I AM Brie. Something is afoot."
A knocking sound, and voices in the room in front of them
Spark realizes the changelings aren't reacting against the bartender, so he is probably telling the truth. He then hears the knocking.
"I don't suppose you are expecting company?"
Brie assumes a stance
(ready move, double sneak attack)
Silver's Sword seems to finish its enlarging process upon the utterance of this phrase, as it now grinds against her inner thigh with its full length, girth, and ferocity. Silver whispers right back, "I will be sure to give you every ounce."
The licks at her nape start to travel up her cheek, all the way to her ear. He gives it a long lick from the base to the tip, which he takes in his mouth to nibble and suck on.
With the use of magic, he slides his Sword right back out of the realm of her thighs to hotdog her ass. The tip presses into her anus slightly, while the shaft rubs against her pussy. As he begins to grind against her nethers, and as Silver's horn lights up in its familiar blue glow, Skies can feel a familiar tendril of magic snake its way past her vulva, through her folds, and into her love canal.>>97057>Be sure to make Skies call you daddy while you're at it.Silver's Sword can only get so hard.
It takes a moment. Actually, more than a moment, but eventually
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Very loudly. Not two knocks and a knock, but three in rapid succession. Like thinking thrice, or acting thrice, but not both>>97063
She twitches a little, both in her rear and her ear
She then sort of lifts herself up and back onto him, to let her vulva rub a little more against him
Dark star vomits in blue's bed
"Die Jagt beginnt" Brie whispers loudly, maintaining his stance, not bothering to orient Spark while maintaining his 'ready to stab 2 eyes' stance.
"Open the Door, we mean no harm"
They can hear a female voice>>97065
Damn. He must be really drunkThat's sure to win her back
"I'm guessing we don't try to pretend to be innocent?">>97070
Spark stands in the middle of the room, hopefully being the target of attention if they come through.
"Umm... who is it? I didn't order room service."
Silver grunts right into her ear, and his forehooves slide down to grip and her flanks. He evidently likes the adjustment. He stops licking her ear just long enough to ask her a question. "When we are good and ready, which hole do you want?"
Never trust a female voice you don't know saying it's all going to be alright.
I said that you don't know.
It's there. Nice, clean, and fairly big. There is a toilet, presumably modified for quadruped use.>>97074
"OPEN THE DOOR">>97076
"Why don't you pick?" She says, smiling at him
He washes his snout and face then drink some of the water.
"Blue's gonna be pissed about that. i should go tell her.">>97068He's been drinking with Blue and silver,silver kissed him and then blue and he got in a fight,now blue and silver are fucking again.
"If you don't identify yourself, you have no right to demand anything out of me. Who are you?">>97066
"Got a plan?"
I mutter to Brie.>>97081
Damn it. This is the opposite of cuddles. Spark does not have a good track record with the mares.
The water is suitable enough. No excess of heavy metals>>97083
"We are with the Everfree Resistance. Open the door!"
"The hay is an Everfree Resistance? I don't recognize that authority. Who do you represent?"
Do there appear to be any sheets in here?
"Equestria. Open the door in 3"
Yes, little hand towels. Paper towels in the kitchen, too
"Yeah, kill 'em." Brie whispers to Spark.
"Bei Sichtkontakt töten!" Brie whispers harshly to the Lings
"I'm coming to the door! I don't know what's going on, I just cane to get a customer's drink order!" Brie calls through the door (still palming knives)
Silver flashes a devious-looking smile at her. Simultaneously, he presses the tip of his Sword against her anus, while the tendril of magic that wormed its way into Blue's pussy expands and takes the form of the all-powerful forcecock, filling her from the inside. "Why not both?"
[1d20+3 = 21]>>97092
The counting stops for a moment
He wets it and goes over to the bed and trys to clean it up.
"What's going on? I just meant to deliver some cider to a customer!" Brie calls through the door. "Please don't harm me!"
"Hehehaha" She gives off a laugh that goes slightly mad midway through
Her vaginal walls fight back against the magical intruder, while she tries to relax her anus. Silver is mostly dry, which is probably why she wanted to rub him, to let some of her lubricant get on him
She looks at him very intently, and then places a hoof on his cheek>>97095
Hmmmm... Perhaps successful in part
"Did I hear... Open the door, last chance"
"We need to inspect the room"
He goes over it again to try and get it out.
Brie gives a grim glance at Wesley, Kerr, and Spark. As though to say "I didn't plan this, but this is where we find ourselves. Lets try to kill the enemy and not ourselves, though you have grounds to have issue with me since I haven't been entirely honest with you, but for now let's not die okay?">>97101
"Yes of course! I'm just the service, and the room's tenants will not give you any trouble!" Brie says before nodding "Give them trouble" to the trio.
Silver releases one of his own forehooves from Skies' flanks to place it onto her cheek. He relents on her anal opening and returns to getting his Sword lubricated and ready. It's not fun if they can't both enjoy it, after all. The forcecock also shrinks slightly to allow her vaginal walls to more easily acclimate to the sudden invasion.
Are you seriously on about fugging the poner? Haven't you done that already?
Nevermind, forget I said anything.
Iron appears next to Cauldron walking through a Jungle. Hot and moist as jungles are, with the undergrowth not too
Another voice can be heard
"We don't have all night, just break down the damned door and check the room">>97105
And thus, Silver presumably invades her vagina with his horse cock. She doesn't really seem opposed to it in the way she did earlier in the day.>>97106
FUG THE PONER
With a nod, Brie opens the door with his hooves upright and toward himself, to conceal the knives he has palmed.>>97107>FUG THE PONER
This is exactly what I had spent literally weeks away from the thread to avoid. If its not done, I can wait longer.
Iron feels slightly at home, with the nice template climate brushing his short coat.
He turns his head to face his companion and potential love interest if he plays his cards right, with a relaxed smile on his face.
"Nothing like a little whiff of jungle air. It is soothing to my nostrils."
>>97107Well, he was going to hotdog some more, but this works too.
As Silver slowly thrusts deeper into her depths, he dispels the magical horse penis inside of her to make room. It feels much nicer now that it did before. He keeps it at a long, slow pace. He's in no need to finish. It's better to enjoy the sensations of their union, and ensure he gets nice and lubricated up for later. "Oh Blue..."
The moment he opens the door, he is pushed aside by a very pushy mare. She is an Earth Pony, with golden mane wrapped up in a bun, and bubblegum pink coat. She holds a carbine rifle in hoof, pointed forward. She has a belt with two magazines on it, and wears a shoulder patch with an equestrian flag... but nothing else. No uniform.
She bursts past, and looks into the room, waving the gun around at the occupants>>97109
"Yes, the Palmum Magnus should be just around the corner" she says, as she goes forward. He can hear a few sounds of jungle insects and animals
That's... not really good enough to clean up much. fortunately, he may try again
[1d20 = 9][1d20 = 18]>>97111
Iron trots along happily to follow her. His eyes and ears scan the area around them in case there's something lurking in the foliage.
"Palmum Magnus? Quite the funny name. What is it for?"
"The Giant Palm of course! There should be a specimen somewhere in this forest..."
Oh yes. He can definitely hear somepony walking through the underbrush>>97117
Only one comes into the room. Judging by the voices earlier, there should be another in the hallway
>>97110>>97113I'm'a continue in spoiler with less obvious lewdnessThe ponies remain connected in this sort of union for a moment. If Silver fantasized about doing this with her for an extended period of time before, now might be his chance to do so. She wubs the side of his belly with her wing>>97119
That... that definitely did not work as well as Dark Star may have hopedDoes he want water to drink or to clean with?
[1d20 = 3]>>97118If it's Cauldron, I'll be a bit miffed.
Iron smiles at the zebra's excitement.
"How will you recognize it? Anything of note?"
He looks where the sound's coming from to get a grasp on it's potential to cause trouble.
Nice glasses to place water in in the kitchen, next to the sink, which of course has the faucet.>>97121
She looks back at him
She is in front of him, the sound came from behind>>97125
That's petty of you, man.
He pours a glass of water takes a drink and sighs
he then goes out into the hall to look for blue
Hydration is important to prevent hangovers>>97129
"Well, yes. The leaves are of extraordinary size, and have yellow tendrils on the very ends">>97131
On the ground, next to the door, are Silver's packs. There is no sign of any pony around
"B b b back to my station?!"
[1d20+5 = 12]>>97132
He searches for any other signsRolling survival to track
Iron nods, awaiting this newfound plant with a twinge of excitement.
"What magical potion could you create with them, Cauldron? Some super strength potion? Maybe intense reflexes?"
He's really into the idea of powerful buffs for the cheating ponies who use guns against him.
She looks at him confusedly
"What are you doing here, crew member?"
She doesn't wait for a response, as she moves to his side to open the door to the bathroom in the cabin
No clear signs, only Silver's packs>>97135
"No it's... Just a palm"
Speaking of guns....
[1d20+5 = 14]>>97137
"i wonder where they went?"
Search check for any other signs
Door on the hallway is open slightly, at least once somepony has gone downstairs
Iron smiles sheepishly.
"My bad. What uses does it have, then?"
His short fuzzy mane stands on end, feeling a little wave of dread, as if there's someone lurking around.
(Is there somepony aiming at me?)
Hit and hit, right into the bubblegum pony's back. Roll damage>>97141
Yep. from behind, he can hear
"Alto!" in a male voice>>97142
The first door is locked, as is the second. The only door not locked is the bottom floor door
Iron stops in his tracks and turns around to face the assailant.
(It seems he knows a little bit of native speak. He could probably be either a native or an explorer.)
>>97130She looks at him content in her own way, and rubs his cheek. She then moves up and down on him a few times>>97145
Uh... Well, he should have sneak attack damage on each dagger because he is flanking her from behind>>97146
Let's go with "explorer." He is wearing camoflauge and green paint. A brownish color horse with glasses, and a submachine gun, not quite
in punching range, but neither wholly out of range
"Dame tus posesiones!">>97148
It's the same hallway, going two directions>>97147
Good enough. She is kill, and falls forward, her muzzle hitting the toilet seat. There is a sound in the hallway
Spark looks down the hallway to see if anypony is coming.
"Wir sind noch nicht aus dem Spiel." Brie whispers
"Get ready!" Brie whispers, sliding out of the room.
"I'm coming out!" Brie shouts before shuffling through the door slowly, with his hooves raised,
Iron cocks his head, looking at his and Cauldron's possessions to see if there's really a need to fight this pony for them.
(Are we even carrying something of value on either one of us?)
What precisely is he searching for?>>97151
Yes there is. Right there is her companion, and he looks angry. At least he seems unawares at the moment.>>97152
"What are you doing? Back in your room"
The response comes from an ashen grey Unicorn who wears a hat and a uniform that looks most like an Equestrian military uniform. It is decidedly not the uniform of a civilian police officer, NMAC, Blackhooves, any of the quisling governments, or the guards the mail service hires.
The Nymphs look worried, but nod>>97153
Each carries a pack. What is inside the packs... who can say
[1d20-1 = -7]>>97155
"I... I'm needed back at the bar! Am I not?"
Any signs that point me in the direction of Blue
Iron nods to himself.
(Well, if Cauldron has a pack, he is definitely not going to get it.)
He faces his assailant, brandishing his thick armor and tower shield, and walks defiantly towards him.
"Estás seguro que quieres intimidarme, compadre?"Not an intimidation so no dice roll here.
[1d20+1 = 12]>>97156
I really thought his score would be higher
"Where is Lavender?">>97157
No real signs, just the pathway to the lobby and outside the building (and the courtyard) and the pathway to deeper inside the building>>97158She smiles and gently moves up and down on him in loving, but not intense way
I don't recall him having all of that but.... fuck it, he has all of that. But this bandit
[1d20-1 = 0]>>97160
"Lavender? I dunno, I'm just delivering drinks!" Brie says overloud, while cowering on the deck.
Could i do a listen check to see if i hear anything that would point me in the right direction?
Okay, this, he definitely fails
He points the gun at him
"Bullshit! Where is Lavender?">>97162
[1d20+1 = 5]>>97163
"You done and scared him. He can't think."
[1d20-1 = -19]>>97163
"I'm sorry! I had a scheme, selling ponies buffalo testicles as aphrodesiacs! They're really popular with couples! I thought I could make some extra bits! I didn't mean any harm!"
[1d20+8 = 13]>>97160Oh whoops. Pretend I don't have it if it means you having a fair fight against him. I'll do the same.
Iron smirks at the offender, his armor and shield poofing from existence without him noticing but his ego still remains. He keeps closing the distance like that SMG is a toy to him.
"Ja! Que me da risa tus palabras. ¿Pretendes matarme? Tus pequeñas bolitas de metal no podrían ni penetrar mi cuerpo, bastardo."Now I'll roll to scare him until he reaches charging distance at least.
"Who the fuck are you?">>97161
At least he's looking at Spark now, and not down on the ground>>97166
He can't really hear much of anything. It's mostly silent>>97167
I don't know what you were trying, but you succeeded
Do i smell any lavender or alcohol on in the air?
Game was "look away, I'm just a humble train-worker"
"I could ask you the same, but if you must know I was a student at the school for gifted unicorns at Canterlot before the war broke out. I'm just a passenger now on a train that is being held up by some crazy ponies that claim to be part of some resistance and somehow stopping this train helps anything to get back what was stolen from us? Are you seriously asking who I am in a time like this? Who the buck are you?"
Spark can buy only so much time...
[5d20 = 50]>>97168
Iron got what he wanted
"BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG">>97170
I don't think so...>>97171
Well, he's looking at Spark now, as Brie is not an obvious threat>>97173
So two hits, how much damage?
He takes the pathway deeper into the building
Hmmm... may need to up the damage die on pistol rounds>>97174
"We are looking to help" he says, looking at Spark again>>97178
There are a number of closed doors on either side, before there is a turn to the right
"And your help is to cause a major panic among potential recruits and supporters? Stop with the script and tell me what you are really doing."
[1d20-1 = -16]>>97175
"HEY MISTER! Your boots that don't have laces are untied!" Brie says this, palming another pair of knives, but distracting for Sparks' sake.
[1d20+5 = 16]>>97179
Listen check on the doors
"I'm not wearing shoes"
He looks down never the less>>97183
Two rooms make sounds>>97181
"We are looking for none other than Pinkie Pie"
He can't hear them well enough to identify their nature
[1d20+8 = 28]>>97177Holy shit that's some good luck dice wise. I'll pretend I'm at full health so as to not end this dream prematurely.
Iron smirks as the four bullets barely penetrates his coat and definitely opening up his skin and lodging themselves around his chest area slightly. The pain is felt, but he fared worse with the tiger.
"Hah! Te dije, amigo mío. No hay chance que tu arma pueda incapacitarme."
Taking the initiative this time, he charges straight at the SMG wielding offender to deal with a powerful hoof strike right on his face.Here's a chance to show this pony's traits with ranged weaponry.
[1d20+5 = 19]>>97188
He listens at those doors specifically
[2d20+8 = 18]
(latter is -4)
Double sneak attack
Holy shit. He not only knocks the bastard on the ground, but he knocks him into the air and onto his back>>97190
Good enough. He'd have to make a movement action forward first>>97192
Am I seeing a 15 7?>>97191
The first one has a sound that kind of drones on
He can't really hear anything at this one>>97194She aids in the movement more, up and down
[1d20+10 = 25]>>97193
Iron smiles triumphantly at his hoofwork.
"Uyuyuy, vas a tener un viajectio por la zona de dolor, amigo."
He charges towards the prone pony to initiate a grapple against him.
And thus, they can hear knocking on the door to the lounge.
"Let me handle this">>97197
Pretty sure that succeeds
Roll damage for one knife-sneak attack
He nods, whispering back to her. "Just tell me what you need me to do and where."
"Stay silent as long as you can, and close your eyes">>97198
Those are two things Silver can most definitely do well. He does both before Dark Star enters.
He goes for a simple chokehold with his forelegs, mainly by pressuring his neck so that his air flow is cut off and achieve unconsciousness through hoof pressure, while his hindlegs sit right on the victim's own forelegs to avoid struggling, pinning him. That leaves his rump right on the assailant's exposed chest.
"Buenas noches, amigo."
She places a pillow over his face for good measure>>97205>>97205
Dark Star walks in to see a room with a number of fluffy red couches, empty shelves to carry alcohol, a bar, and on one of the couches, a pissed off looking white unicorn with a red mane - hair up in a bun. She is looking over at him, and looks kind of pissed. She looks kind of familiar>>97208
Looks like he isn't the only one. There is another in the forest>>97204
Good enough to wound him and leave him down on the ground
"Hey i remember you. your are that one mare."What a faggot
She looks angry, and responds in a thick mid-Equestrian accent
"Yes, you walked in on a prisoner interrogation. Now excuse me"
"Have you seen blue skies? im looking for her to tell her im sorry for saying she fucked silver and to tell her i puked in her bed.">>97213
Dark Star is to moral to cheat.
"Is that one of the officers here?" She says
"Yea she's the Blue nimbusian pegasus one."
[1d20+5 = 20]>>97214Aw dangit. Well, I'm going for it.
Iron, after ensuring the pinned pony is unconscious, uses his strength to pick him up to throw him at the other assailant next turn.
As he does it, he makes sure it's an actual threat and not a simple bystander.
"I may have seen her around working here, but i haven't seen her tonight. She probably went outside for a walk or for a smoke break. That or she's in the bathroom">>97218
Yes, he can definitely throw him
"I think she's with a unicorn. we had a fight now i cant find either one of them i'm worried."
Spark looks down the hallway once more to make sure no other threats have seen this brutal killing.
[1d20+5 = 21]>>97219
Iron aims at the other pony and chucks his possible companion right at it.
"Te veo, pibe!"Side note: I thought Skies' smoking habits were a secret.
"I don't know where she is, I haven't seen her tonight. She'll turn up soon enough I am sure">>97223
None in this car at the moment
"Well then... what now? They are looking for somepony, and I hope they misspoke about who it was. We need to get out of here before this becomes a major incident."
The 20s work in mysterious ways
I have to crash, but I should b availble tomorrow too
Dark star looks like he is going through a small patch of despair
"the unicorn i said she was fucking is probably with her. where do you think they are? why would she leave me? where is she? why does she hate me i love her so much. i hate myself for being alive."
"I don't know. You will have to figure that all out on your own. If she was with a unicorn then I wouldn't be surprised if they went back to his place or a bar"
Dark Star in his drunkenness and despair collapses to the floor and starts crying.
She walks up to him, and asks
"Does somepony need to take you home?">>97224
Iron cackles in pure adrenaline.
He has a big smile on his face, akin to a crazed lunatic like Skies usually does. He starts galloping straight to the other assailant to knock his or her lights out.
Dark Star crys even harder
"I Dont have a home anymore. fucking mayor gave it to ziggers"
"You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. And don't say the 'Z' word"
[1d20+5 = 16]>>97235
Dark Star does a spot check on the room
No Skies to be sure. Then again, much of his vision is obscured by tears and the mare. There are no bottles of alcohol available>>97237Let me deal with this
*a bardic stallion wanders down a dirt path, whistling (somehow) during his wander*
*he is Parvell Stummenhoov and has never stayed anywhere long, he counts amoung his friends a lute, a chainmail jacket, and a rapier. for one can never trust these harsh lands*
"I wish i had died that night"
He's practically sobbing now
An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day...
Welcome to our crazy game. We are a bit separated on various quests right now, but I look forward to getting to know your character.
She leaves from beside him>>97240
The streets are illuminated by
electric street lamps
demonic magic in the late night, with crowded buildings to either side
Dark Star puts one of his guns in his mouth
She comes and grabs away his hoof with telekinesis magic
"Celestia, do I need to take you to a ward?"
*Parvell leans against a building and begins to strum his lute*
"Be awake be brave and love yourself"
"Never let anyone take form you the beauty you're worth"
Don't wait, you're no book on a shelf"
"never question the reason, or the beauty of your birth"
A pony looks at him as she lopes on by>>97252
"Because you're a danger to yourself"
"Why do you care? No one else does."
She sighs again
"Sober up and Stallion-up. Put that gun away"
*he hears a commotion*
"hey fella what's wrong?" he says to a nearby poner with a gun
*he strums a small bit*
Uh... Sure, why the hell not
"She was right about everything. i'm nothing but a worthless colt who will never amount to anything. my dream of protecting baltimare and all the other ponies on this planet is impossible. all i deserve is death. she's better off with him any way.">>97258
"Who are you?"
"Look, whatever your issue is, it doesn't involve or concern me
"My name is Parvell and I can't help but feel like this is a bad situation so just give me a 10 count and tell me what's wrong"
*proceeds to play some soothing music*
"That seems counter productive friend"
"tell me what's wrong"
"My life is a sad joke, i've lost everything and everyone. i'm better off blowing my brains out."
He hears extreme hurt in in this pony's voice
*Begins to play a more upbeat tune*
*subtley casts inspire courage*
"No one is better off like that, that pain is within your mind, honor your lost loved ones by finding a new life. Want to die? fine, kill the pony who cries, and then rise from those ashes and find the courage to conquer your fears. do things that the colt you are would never do. Fuck it fight sharks, climb mountains, fight the greatest of evils. Fear? you just had a gun in your mouth, that's a 100% death rate. Fear should mean nothing to the new you. I believe if you truly want to die that your death can have new meaning. By not dying, by letting yourself become a new Colt."
Brie scans the corridor, looking for more threats and making sure he has an opportunity to retrieve his two blades from the most recent corpse.
>>97270Be award that my parents are dragging me to church this morning
At the moment there seems to be no pony in the corridor. Bare in mind that the corridors are off to the side, so he cannot see through a window in the vestibule to another car... he can only see inside his own
>>97271Thats fine, no hurry
Brie grabs his knives, and drags the body into his room with the Lings.
"Ich weiß nicht was los ist. Wenn ich raus gehe, schließe die Tür hinter mir ab und vertraue keinem, der versucht, sich hineinzudrängen." he tells the two, while retrieving his other two daggers.
I'm still more than a little dumbfounded and shaken by recent events>>97272
Unfortunately, the body leaves a trail of blood as is it pulled across. There is at least room in the cabin for both... barely. Wesley stares on in curious horror, while Kerr comes closer to sniff the body of the pink mare. A dead pony isn't exactly edible to the parasites. Nevertheless, Wesley is the first to speak
"Okay, wir werden die Tür nicht öffnen"
>>97279what recent events? Also
Does the cabin have towels? Brie adopts the appearance of the pony he killed from the hallway, and looks out the cabin window to determine where their position is on the bridge.
Yes, there are towels inside of the bathroom... And probably bodies underneath it
It looks as if the train is parked almost perfectly over the bridge, with the rear observation car being over the end, and the locomotive, mail, and one front car being over the other. Naturally, that means that Brie's car is closer to the end of the gorge
No, the towels are for the blood in the hallway. But yes, the bodies are getting stuffed in the bathroom. Is there water at the bottom of the gorge?
The towels do not have blood on them at present. The angle of the view from the car window doesn't permit looking straight down, but judging from the scene further away from the bridge, it appears that there is a small river at the bottom of the gorge that is maybe 1/3 of the maximum of the gorge and isn't very deep.
After stuffing the bodies in the bathroom, grabs the towels and goes into the hallway to try and clean the blood.
[1d20 = 5]>>97288
Yes of course he does. He's had to clean up blood before so he wouldn't be a newb about it.
Uh... Does he have some kind of modifier? Because that's not the best of luck
Whaddya mean? Unless you mean what I'm doing, what happened?>>97292
With another towel, more water, and a new dice roll, he may be able to clean up the now wider spread blood stain>>97293I have so much I want to say but should probably not say it>>97294
A seven is not quite enough to clean it up, but probably enough to not make the situation worse
Maybe it's not too late to spread blood all over the carpet evenly, so it all looks like it was dyed that color
Hmmmm. Brie collapses on the bloody carpet, closes his eyes, and waits.
A pony (looks like a passenger) briefly opens a door nearby, looks over... and then goes back inside his room
Well, that worked. Still super duper sneaky.
I'm surprised that worked. Brie knocks 2x then 1x on his cabin door.
I mean... What would you do in that situation? Anyways, Wesley opens the door
Brie stashes the bloody towels and then returns to the corridor, and makes his way toward the front of the train.
Was the rear observation area open air or did it have only windows?I have a bad feeling about this
Brie is damned near stabbed by Kerr - who lies in wait off to the side - before at the last moment he realizes that is Brie.
The rear observation area has windows on it. At this exact moment, there is no pony in the hall
K. Making his way toward the front then.I figure this is going to be difficult no matter how I slice it, but he's better off being seen as a guard who's now dead than running into "himself". I get a bluff check this way,....
Alright, let me just try to confirm this. He is heading to the front of the train rather than the observation car. Also, is he using the Corporal's form or the Bartender's form? I'm assuming the former?
Yes, the Corporal's. I'd hate to run into the real bartender looking like him. And yes, toward the front of the train. Has he observed any open air-area in the train? What about the vestibules, can they be cut open, or used to access the outside of the train? He's running through scenarios of escape as he makes his way.
Each train car, in the area where the corridor connects to the vestibule, has a pair of doors - on on each side - in the front portion of the car. Whether the vestibules can be cut open is uncertain. There are no open air cars, all of the train has windows.
He is able to walk down the car through the corridor without interruption. In the next car, a pony looks out a cabin (a passenger) but quickly closes it. When he gets to the dining car, there are no passengers, but at the far end stands one pony - burgundy earth pony brown mane - wearing an arm band, who looks at Brie. He seems generally nervous. Yes, he has a gun, which remains on his side
Brie speaks to the man with the armband. "Any sign of Lavender?"
"No... Lavender went back that way some minutes ago" he says
Brie nods and turns back toward his cabin. Are there any cabins PAST his?
Yes, half of the cabins on the train
Brie does the 2 knock, 1 knock on his own cabin.
Wesley opens the door again
Entering the cabin, Brie reverts to his normal appearance.
"Bist du hungrig jungetiere?"
"Wir könnten essen..."
They're Changelings. They're never not hungry
Brie reverts to the Corporal's appearance. "Gut. Verkleide dich als Ponys in diesen Uniformen und komm mit mir."
The nymphs try to adopt larger forms - Kerr, into a White pegasus, and Wesley into a grey Unicorn... not necessarily any just any
grey unicorn. However, both don't seem to quite have the size right, looking like maybe teenagers. They are larger than their normal forms, so obviously they are not limited to their true size, but at the same time, being as large as a full adult proves elusive to the two. Kerr plagiarizes Brie's uniform, and Wesley uses the pink mare's arm band
That'll do. "Okay, folge mir nach. Wir werden sehen, was wir herausfinden können, wer sie suchen, und mit etwas Glück finden wir ein paar Ponys, von denen Sie sich ernähren können."
Again, they look just a little too young... but it'll have to do.
The two nymph's eyes briefly glow blue green, and Wesley almost starts to drool before they follow Brie. Kerr asks
"Okay, wie viel dürfen wir ihnen nehmen?"
"Töte sie nicht, aber füttere sie auf jeden Fall. Wir müssen möglicherweise den Zug verlassen. Wenn wir das tun, weiß ich nicht, wie lange es dauern wird, bis Sie wieder füttern können."
"Ich werde nicht töten..." Answers Kerr
"Herrlich. Folge mir dann. Ich werde Sie wissen lassen, ob die Situation es Ihnen ermöglicht zu ernähren."
Brie leads them back into the corridor, and knocks firmly on the next door in line.
A chalkish colored grey-white earth pony opens the door and looks out
"Didn't you already search here?"
"I'll ask the questions." Brie attempts to push his way into the cabin.Fug, shoulda grabbed the carbine
Yes, that was the idea. I was assuming they had checked all the cabins leading up to theirs.
He is pushed aside, but otherwise offers no resistance
Brie scans the room. How many are present.
In that room, just the one
How big is the cabin? Is it the same size as the one Brie and the Lings have?
Actually, no. the difference is that Brie's room is special for having enough room both for the bed that lays perpendicular to the window, but also another one that is horizontal to the window. This cabin only has the couch that allows a bed to come down, plus the bathroom and a smaller chair. So slightly smaller
"Where are your traveling companions?" Brie asks sternly
Brie's eyes narrow. "Yes, where are the ponies you are traveling with?"
"I am travelling alone..."
Brie walks to the door and plants himself in front of it. He slowly pulls out two of his throwing knives while saying: "Very well. I'm going to give you a choice. You can allow these two to feed on you, and you will live to recover from it, or you can attempt to call out for help and I will kill you. I don't want your life and neither do they, so please don't make me take it.
"Fahren Sie fort, Jungetiere. Denk dran, töte ihn nicht."
Somewhere on the train, a crystal masquerading as horse wakes with a hangover
Shhhhhh, you saw nothing. Nothing at all
[4d20 = 48]>>97361
The two nymphs walked forward, just a couple feet away from the Stallion and to each side, definitively pinning him in the back of the cabin.
He has a look of absolute horror on his face. Brie's words had been enough to let him know exactly what was going to happen to him - or at least, to imagine what was going to happen to him. He had probably never experienced it. Though there is nowhere to run, he backs up against teh window, then falls on his back, shaking. He spread his hooves apart, then holds them up... as if that would some how protect him. His eyes widen as his pupils shrink to nearly nothing in anticipation of what follows.
Kerr knows by instinct and by experience - and for that matter, by Brie's words - that he may not have the chance to eat for another two months. He may never eat again. Without faith in a stable future, he looks upon the meal before him. There's more fear than love on the surface. Hopefully, he when he can break through to what lies beneath - dig into this pony's soul and inner core - he'll find more palatable feelings.
Wesley is the closest to feeling any kind of empathy. Looking at the expression on this pony, who is backed into a corner and will soon be drained of any joy, Wesley can almost imagine himself in the same position. Almost. Wesley isn't really hungry, having fed many times earlier in the day. But if that pony is going to be drained for all he has, Wesley was going to make damned sure he got his 50%.
Kerr starts, moving forward, and sucking out a stream of purple magic from the pony. Wesley moves forward and sucks out a larger stream, prompting Kerr to up his take as well. The pony rwrithes in evident agony, and looks up at the roof of the car, before starting to flail his limbs about. He tries to cry out, but nothing more than a little air comes out. Whether he is silent for fear of Brie, or because the ability to cry has literally been taken from him is hard to tell. The magic itself gives off a light, almost lighting up the room, as the ponie's coat - already a grey - becomes even duller. His coat sticks closer to his chest as it looks as if he becomes more emaciated. It's almost like he is aging before them. He collapses on the floor, his tongue hanging out as his eyes remain open. The two changelings continue to suck on his for several
seconds after that, only eventually stopping.
It's not entirely clear they obeyed the whole "don't kill him" part>>97364
Don't worry. There's still plenty of shit left to go down
"Und du bist sicher, du hast ihn nicht getötet?"
Kerr looks over at the pony lying on the floor, and taps him with a hoof
"Ja. Ihm wird es schon gut gehen."
"Gut. Lasst uns in unsere Kabine zurückkehren."
They nod, and follow Brie, leaving the stallion lying there on the floor
Before leaving, Brie places the stallion onto the bed and tucks him in.
"Best to give him the appearance of sleeping" he Eeee's to himself, before leading the Lings back into the cabin.
Pointing to the carbine, Brie asks "Jeder von euch weiß, wie man eine davon benutzt?"
The stallion’s eyes remain open, but he is able to be placed on the bed. He looks almost emaciated.
Kerr and Wesley go back into the room. Wesley says:
“Ich habe noch nie einen erschossen.”
He struggles to hold the carbine with glowing green telejenisus energy. Kerr, meanwhile, is examining and prodding the other rifle
“Wie halte ich eine Schusswaffe mit Hufen?”
Onyx wakes up to a room that is empty besides him. It is very dark outside, must be after midnight. The train has stopped moving. There is a knocking on the door
The knocking doesn't help his hangover
"Go to bucking Tartarus"
“It’s the Everfree resistance and we are searching this train. Open up your door, we mean you no harm.”
Onyx's eyes shoot open
"Alright, one minute"
He tries to ignore the ass whipping he could get for helping changelings as he reaches for his halberd.
Once he is holding it in a position where it can't be seen from the open door, he opens it.
A pony comes through almost immediately, gazing to each side and holding a carbine. She has a plum purple coat, magnolia colored mane, and with no horn or wings must be an earth pony. She waves the carbine around, including briefly pointing it at onyx, and takes a good look at himHow crystally does he look?
Medium, hangover isn't helping while the nap was.
She looks at him more intently
“Are you a crystal pony?”
Onyx doesn't look in the mood for this
"Are you purple?"
"Schlägt mich. Wenn Sie es verwenden könnten, würde ich vorschlagen, dass es wirksamer ist als die Wurfmesser, die ich Ihnen gab. Ganz gleich. Ich werde weiter nach Informationen suchen. Sie kennen den Bohrer."
She opens the door to the bathroom, while pointing her gun forward and in
“Welche Formulare sollten wir verwenden?” Kerr asks
Onyx looks out the door to see if anypony else is following
"Willst du mit mir kommen?"
None are immediately visible outside the door. Just her. Spark is missing>>97393
"Ich muss vielleicht noch mehr töten, bist du dabei? Ich würde es hassen, wenn du verletzt wirst."
[1d20+5 = 20]>>97394
The purple poner suddenly feels the flat of Onyx's halberd across the back of her head.
-4 for nonleathal attack
“Ponys sind gefährlich, aber sie sehen aus wie Soldaten, die unsere Bienenstöcke zerstören wollen. Ich kann gehen, wenn Sie nicht glauben, dass wir Ihre Pläne durcheinander bringen.“>>97396
That escalated quickly...
Hit, roll damage
"Wenn Sie sich damit auskennen, habe ich kein Problem.">>97396
Yay! We can die together!
Brie leads the Lings out of the room and knocks on the next cabin door in the line.
Yep, she’s knocked right the fuck out. That’ll teach her>>97400
“Dann werde ich folgen” Kerr says.
Wesley follows. Not even Chrysalis would have sent that insect into combat, but Wesley evidently would rather be killed than be a coward.
When they get to the next door, they hear a voice back
“What do you want”
Female, young, a little irritated
"Hmmm, I expected more of a fight"
Onyx then heads out of the room and wanders around, seemingly not knowing what stealth is.
"Open the door. We're looking for a specific pony. You will not be harmed."
She opens the door. 10 seconds later. She’s a lemon yellow Pegasus, and she looks like she has been sleeping>>97402
At the moment, and I mean, the moment
there is no pony in the hall. The lights are on
Onyx continues to wander around, hoping to find a familiar face
“No? My name is Mertle Berry”>>97406
After a few feet, he sees a pony come out of a room. This pony wears a legband with the Equestrian flag, and has a white bandana around his neck. He’s a black earth pony
“What are you doing?”
"Thank you, sorry to bother you" Brie steps away from the door and moves to the next one.
The changelings move forward to the door, and Kerr bumps his snout on the door as it closes>>97408
“Sir, we need you to go back to your cabin”
Any sign of silver?>>97266
"ye know that might be right. thanks i feel kinda better now."
Holy hell, they buffed the shit out of the Changelings in EaW. Used to be their attack would stall sometime after taking Shire if it was AI vs AI. Now, they're handedly beating the combined forces of Equestria, the Crystal Empire, Stalliongrad, and New Mareland.
Yeah, I’ve noticed. They used to lose in like 5 months every single time. Now, that is less common, and it isn’t uncommon for them to take literal years to lose the war.>>97415
“Sir, it’s a measure for your safety.”
"Du hast gerade gegessen. Komm schon, wir suchen jetzt nach Informationen." Brie walks up and knocks on the next door in line.
[1d20+10 = 20]>>97416
"For mine, or for yours?"
With this, Onyx swings the halberd down on this other horse
"Glad I could help brother. Do you need company on your adventures?"
*sad parasite noises*
The next door, when knocked on, is answered with
“Yes? What’s going on?”>>97418
Hit. Roll damage
"Please open the door. We're looking for a pony named Lavender."
"Sure, i was looking for my marefriend. She's a Blue Pegasus from nimbusia. I think she might be with a Silver unicorn."
[1d20+5 = 17]>>97421
He’s hurt, but not out
“Oh you are going to get it!>>97422
He opens it, and is startled to see Brie
“Are you EAF?”
Beige earth pony
*nudges the recently sad poner*
"Alright friend lets find her."
*he looks around to get his bearing*
"To be honest, no. But I want to know why they're looking for Lavender."
[1d6+3 = 4]>>97426
He gets hit with the butt of the gun>>97427
It’s the lounge of a fancy hotel. How he got there, who knows. But he’s there>>97428
“Whonis Lavender? Did a passenger go missing? Is she a criminal?”
"We got in a pretty bad fight earlier. i'm worried."
"Don't know, sorry to bother you."
Lather, rinse, knock on the next door.
[1d20+7 = 12]>>97429
Onyx does his best to ignore the red mist growing in his vision, and the pain in his head, as he swings again
-3 for power attack
Suffice it to say, Brie isn’t learning much tonight
“Wonach suchen Sie?”
“I don’t have anything to be robbed of!”>>97434
Well... I think he hits. Barely, but he hits
"A fight you say?"
*the earth pony with no magic or other means of holding anything puts away his lute and pulls out a rapier and what resembles musical bow*
"LETS FIND OUR WAY TO VICTORY BROTHER"
"Wer "Lavendel" ist"
Brie moves on to the next room.
He is hit and knocked the fuck out... or killed. It wasn’t quite specified
Onyx snorts before moving along
“Wonach suchen Sie?”
In the next room, they can hear
“Who is it?”>>97440
Which direction? To the front of the train or the rear?
If there's a commotion going on in either direction he picks that one. If not he picks the rear
To the rear!
In the next car, he can see three ponies in uniform and armband near the end of the car. An ashen grey unicorn, a white Pegasus teenager carrying a carbine wearing a uniform, and a grey unicorn carrying a carbine who also looks young and has a legband. They seem to be checking rooms
"Please open the door. I wish to talk to you, no harm will come to you, but there are resistance ponies searching the train for you right now."
The Sad Edge hores stands up and extends his hoof for a hoof shake
"My Name is Dark Star."
Onyx decides he doesn't like these odds
"Any luck fellas?"
*follows behind giggling silently*
“Uh... uh... okay”
She opens the door. She is indeed a purplish color, albeit lighter. Her mane is kind of puffy
Also, it looks like sompepony to their side just said “any luck fellas?”>>97451
Okay, now I’m worried
Brie looks over to see Onyx. "Oh, its you. Don't mind the disguise, its me, Brie."
Brie turns to Lavender. "May we come in?"
Her eyes go wide
He says he’s Brie in a disguise >>97453
And the other two... who knows
Onyx looks confused, but decides he has no reason not to believe him
"Good to see a.... Well, I guess it isn't a familiar face"
>>97449woops I misread this one
"I am Parvel the Bard. I shall help you with your people"
“Just now, you said ‘don’t mind the disguise, it’s me, Brie’”
"Ah well yes, my name is Brie. I'm not with the resistance, this is a magical disguise. May we come in? I would hate for actual resistance to come along while we're talking."
She looks terribly confused and afraid
“What’s going on?”
"I'm not sure, thats what I'm hoping to ask you about. They seem interested in finding you for some reason. I honestly don't know the first thing about the resistance, but they have stopped the train and are roving around with guns looking for you, and I'd rather like to get rid of them. I figure talking to you might help make that happen."
“WHAT! Ponies with guns are after me? What resistance?”
She is definitely concerned
Brie shrugs (are we inside the cabin yet?)
"I appreciate it very much. my Friend."
Dark Star looks rather embarrassed
He looks over at the Unicorn mare and he gives her 10 bits
"I Don't usually Cry like that,I'm Sorry Miss.i'm sorry for the intrusion"You said there was no sign of blue in here right gm? But what about Silver does it look like he could have been here?"
Yes. Yes they are.>>97464
No immediately obvious signs
She takes the bits
"I honestly can't say why. I don't know anything about the resistance, I just know that they're messing with my travel plans, and had the nerve to try and order me around."
Can i roll another spot check? since he's not blinded by tears and a mare isn't blocking most of his view.
I’m going to leave it at this>>97466>>97455
“Just...” She looks straight ahead. “How do you know they are after me?”
It should be noted that the two changelings don’t have great etiquette around ponies. They are making odd faces at her
"One of them said your name while they were searching our cabin further down the hallway."
Let me get to it>>97470
“They did?” She asks. She’s definitely worried
“What do they want?”
Um... what are you rolling for?
It’s “Dice 1d20” in the email field
Either write dice (number)d(number)+(number) on the email field or go for [(number)d(number)+(number)] on text field.
"I don't know, but I have an idea how to find out. Please don't freak out, this is magic; I'm not a changeling."
Brie duplicates her appearance with his cloak.
“A FUCKING CHANGELING”>>97475
He definitely sees Dark Star
"Again, Sorry miss.">>97472
"Maybe she's in this other room i saw."
Dark Star heads back out into the hall
"No, I'm not a changeling. Mare, its just magic." Brie says rolling his eyes. "I think I've gotten all I need from you. Lock your door and if anyone knocks, don't answer."
And thus, he goes back out into the hall>>97480
*Follows with my rapier pointed straight up*
Last I recall, Iron was throwing a bandito at another bandito, right?>>97480
“Sind Sie sicher, dass dieser 'Lavendel' den sucht, nach dem sie suchen?”
"Thank you for your time." Brie motions to the Lings (and Onyx?) and leads back to the corridor, and from there to their cabin.
He goes into the room he heard the droning noise from earlier
They go back in to the room>>97486
The door is locked>>97487
Well, he hits him, knocking him down
"I must have been like SUUUPER drunk last night cause I don't even know how I got here"
[1d20+8 = 12]>>97488
Iron charges straight into the second bandito with a wicked smile, fueled by the adrenaline of the fight.
"Vas a sentir dolor!"
He jumps up to deliver a swift stomp on the prone pony's barrel with all four hooves to fully knock him down nonlethally without mercy.
"Okay, hier ist der Plan. Ihr zwei wird mich dem Widerstandssoldaten den Korridor hinunterbringen, und wenn ich näher komme, werde ich sie töten."
Brie attempts to use his disguise to make fake shackles.
[4d20 = 53]>>97490
Fortunately, that guy is down. His comrade isn’t though
“BANG BANG BANG BANG”>>97493
“Okay, was machen wir so genau?”
[1d20+5 = 15]>>97494
He puts his ear up to the door and listens
my thing is tom collins and margaritas, you?">>97494
"Hey open up asshole, or I'll play bitback until your ears bleed" like nickleback but with bits
"Sobald ich angreife, kannst du das Pony erstechen. Bis dahin tun Sie einfach so, als ob Sie Wachen wären, die mich begleiten."
Did the shackles disguise work?
[6d20 = 69]>>97495
Three known in total, but two are down>>97496
Not much clear sound beyond a droning sound>>97499
“Ich denke, wir können”>>97499
What Shackles disguise?
[6d6 = 23]>>97500
That is the wrong die. This should be right
"i like a lot of different drinks but a good old fashioned Apple Whiskey is my favorite. i don't suppose you can pick a lock can you?"
[1d20+7 = 17]>>97500
"Okay, lass uns gehen. Sei bereit."
Brie palms a pair of daggers, and leads their way down the corridor, headed toward the front of the train.
Bluff for acting like a freaked-out pony.
Since they're ponies, would it be 'frogs' instead of 'palms'?
[1d20+8 = 15]>>97502Alright. I'm pretty sure this last bozo needs one more of these dice rolls to end me if first bandito's damage was about 8 or 910 HP left.>>97494>>97500
Hot searing pain is felt throughout Iron's entire body as the third bandito lands quite a lot of hits. He snarls, turning around to face this last member that dared shoot at him.
"Me hiciste enojar! Decile adiós a tus huesos!"
He charges at the last offender in a blind non-barbaric
rage to deliver a punch right on his chest nonlethally with all his might.
>>97507*contemplates using Matrix rules*
Well, he looks pretty freaked out
I take it he is heading to the dining car
[1d20+3 = 20]>>97503
Are you seriously going to pick the locks of rooms operated by your government and employer to try to find a mare who - if she’s in there - has locked the door because she doesn’t want to see you now?>>97509
Pretty heavy hit, but he isn’t quite out. He slams the gun at Iron
"Oh hello, maybe. would that be a bad idea?"
[1d20+6 = 18]>>97512>>97510
Iron laughs in Native as the SMG collides with his jaw. He doesn't even flinch at the bash, a smile crossing his face. He coughs a bit of blood from all the other wounds he's suffered so far.
"Ya veo porque usas tus jugetitos."
He suddenly becomes stoic as he raises his foreleg.
With that, Iron finally hooks at the last opponent with his raw strength.
As he enters into the room, the partisan rises to attention
“What’s going on?”>>97515
Via... con Dios
HIT, and knocked the fuck out
Iron pants slightly after the fight, having been filled with a lot more holes than he remembered he had naturally.
(Damn weaklings and their guns.)
He grunts in pain as he looks around for any last contenders that may want to shoot him while he's weakened.
"What do you want from me?!" Brie tries to sound as much like a shrieking pony as possible.
Iron walks to their unconscious bodies and takes their guns, putting them on his back. He then rummages their supposed belongings to see what they had.
The two changelings follow
“What. Who are you two? I don’t recall seeing you back at base”
"Tell me what you want from me!" Brie tries to maintain his attention.
Well, the guard is definitely looking at Brie alright, as well as the two following ‘soldiers’
Sone bits, a water purification tablets, an obsidian idol of some canine god, a sowing kit, a flare, anti-venom... actually a decent number of litlle items, really.
Iron smirks as he stashes them in his pouch.>Other little things
"Hey Cauldron! Do you have a use for these things here?">Canine god idol
He stares in slight awe at the little statuette. He inspects it more closely as he presumes Cauldron checks the other little items.
You mean answering Brie’s shouts to the pursuing changelings? The questions do not appear to be directed at him, so he wouldn’t answer. And the changelings.,. Well, they don’t speak the language>>97528
Cauldron looks over a log
“Did you find something?”
Yes, she is holding a seedling.
It’s a black model of sone sort of dog... a little thinner than a diamond dog, with large jade eyes. It kind of looks more like it fits with the culture of Sonambula, actually. It’s rekatively small, only twice or so the size of Iron’s hoof
I feel like a number of players who were formerly not kill are now kill
Darn it. I just got back too.
Uh, they kinda WERE directed at the partisan
Iron nodswith bullet wounds all over his chest and sides as he's dragging the banditos and piling them up.
"It seems these ponies were packing many things that may
be of use, but I am unsure. Take a look at their pouches."
He resumes staring at the idol he left on the ground as the SMGs clank on his back.
(Why would some banditos carry something like this? It does not seem like them to worship a possible deity. Maybe they stole it from a tribe nearby?)
I’m seeing a scene where Brie is running from changelings disguised as soldiers>>97534
“Woah.... I thought I heard something”
I was more having them escort him as though he was already in custody of sorts. I was hoping to glean some info out of the partisan before I kill him.
"It hurt my poor little ears," he says as he voluntarily flops them around.
Finishing the body pileup, he goes to the idol and picks it up, trying hard to remember many of his elders' classes to maybe get a hint on who it belongs to.
Is Pavel here?>>97536
They are disguised as random ponies in uniforms, right?>>97537Xototl, god of Death, a monstrous dog that either guides the dead on their journey to the afterlife, or rains down fire from the heavens
Iron's faces turns to horror at the now fully recognized deity, his eyes turning to pinpricks as he really respectfully
places on the ground and backpedals the length of a foreleg.
(Why do they have this
deity in particular? Shit!)
He turns to Cauldron.
"Cauldron, do you have something to tie ponies down on hoof? I need to interrogate these idiots!"
*places the idol on the ground
Now get out of this meta gaming path>>97540
Alright, let’s try this again>>97542
“Huh? Oh, yes. Some shirt rips here, some twine here...”
She hands over said instruments
"Tie them up. I need to ask them a few questions about their belongings, with force if necessary."
He knows you're trying to witness SilverSkies fucking.
And ties up the three ponies
[1d20+11 = 21]>>97550
He plants the three captives in a line.
In the mind of a native, he believes that only one thing could wake up a stallion: You slap his face.
Thus, he slaps the face of the first assailant that fired his SMG at him.
He’s pretty slapped alright
He glares quite hard at the conscious pony, as if he said her mother was actually fucking more than his father.
He points at the idol
"¿Donde conseguiste esto?"
“No te voy a decir una mierda”
[1d20+8 = 23]>>97554
Iron raises an eyebrow.
"Ah, si? Sabés que tenes muchos huesos que romper aún. ¿Estás absolutamente seguro de que querés sentirlos todos quebrados?"
*snaps out of his stupor*
"sorry I was in a post hangover stupor what was the question?"
His eyes go wide... so very wide
“Está bien, está bien, te lo diré. Hubo un sitio arcgelógico que algunas universidades contrataron en el sitio más allá del agujero del fregadero. El líder bandido quería robar el lugar, así que fuimos allí. Cuando llegamos allí, encontramos un campamento sin ponis en él. pero este ídolo estaba sentado en el suelo en medio del campamento, así que lo tomamos.”>>97540
Iron feels like something really bad has happened back there. It could probably mean there's a great danger coming this way.
"¿Cuál de ustedes tres es el líder?"
He laughs just a little
“No nos deja pronunciar su nombre. Para ti, él es "el rey de los bandidos".”
Iron rolls his eyes.
"En donde está el sitio que robaron este ídolo?"
He first says
“Ten cuidado. Él puede cortar eso.”
Then he says
“Más allá del valle, a través de la colina, mil pasos más allá del agujero del fregadero”
[1d20+11 = 30]>>97564
Iron ponder for a bit, then smakcs the pony into unconsciousness again.
He turns to Cauldron.
"If you have something to write, write what I am going to say: There's an archeology site following the valley, through the cliffs and a thousands steps further of the waterhole."
He pants slightly.
"I will not mind you giving some health potions if you have them. As soon as we check out the plae, the more likely this idol can return to its rightful place."
"I asked if you knew how to pick a lock."
[1d20 = 17]>>97566
*pulls out my pick set and starts on the door*
"Huh?" She looks confused again as she looks away from her seedling and then towards Iron
She then digs through her pack, pulls out a journal, and starts to write in it. She doesn't seem to need Iron to repeat the phrase he said before to write it down.>>97567
*click* the door lock clicks. Only a few seconds pass before
"What in Tartarus are you doing?" A white unicorn mare with bright red mane curled up into balls asks. She is wearing a blue uniform. Yes, a police mare's uniform
"Wait, did we stock ourselves with healing potions just in case we ran into predators?"
Is anypony available tonight?
For some reason, I feel like revisiting the cringe from a few days ago
Yer mom's available tonightMaybe, not sure yet
So... are you still up for the mystery of the dog idol?
Yeah, I'm here for a bit. A few hours at least
Cauldron looks at Iron, does a sort of half grin, and says "I don't have any healing potions
per se, but I did pick up some of these leaves. Chew on them and it should help you a little
She hands over some leaves from her pack>>97578
Alright. So Brie is trying to run in pretending to be a prisoner in the dining car
Iron gladly takes the leaves and chews on them with gusto, not really seeing the issue of eating these leaves.
They are... well, they definitely have a painkilling and stimulating effect. Iron can reasonably believe he can take a bit more damage now. For good measure, Cauldron takes out some bandages
"Let me stop the bleeding..."
Let me explain. Brie had expected the two disguised Lings to present him to the partisan, at which point Brie would bombard the partisan with (appropriate) demands for information, explanation, etc., before sticking at least two knives in him.
Iron nods and presents his shot-up body to the zebra.
"We may have to cut our botany trip short. Something is going down that could probably kill us for that one idol. However, they may grant us some sweet money if we willingly search them and give it to them. Do you want to go gain some real
I'm here, even though there's not much for me to do right at the moment. Maybe I'll try my hands at coming up with a story about Silver or one of his family members, or creating a new creature for the GM to torment us with.
"What?" She's stunned for a moment. Another moment passes, and she seems to relax a bit.
"Well, less of a vacation than a business opportunity... but this may prove interesting nevertheless.">>97583
The bugs understand enough to go forward at about the same speed as Brie, stand behind him, and not say anything>>97585
"What are you doing?" She asks
"Precisely. Now, follow me. The bandido gave me the directions to the place they stole it from."
With that, he goes along, making sure the SMGs and other valuables are carried.
"I'll try to get in some plant finding along the way"
And thus, Iron proceeds to follow the instructions of the bandito to reach the archeological site.
Are you waiting on me? Brie rushes into the mess-car "frantic" because he's "being herded/apprehended" by two "resistance guards"
"Who are you?? What do you want from me??"
"Who are you
?" he asks>>97590
This may take a while, the first section goes over a larger hill. At least the undergrowth is a bit thin here
Iron especially takes his time in order for Cauldron to forage for any good herbs for healing and other effects.
"My name is Lavender! What have I done? I don't know anything about the resistance, why are you after me?"
"Lavender? The fuck? The rookie pinkie earth pony?"
"I'm helping my new friend improve his life and find his people"
"I can help you too, would you like to be my friend?"
[2d20+8 = 36]>>97595
Okay fine, double attack (not sure if it counts as a sneak attack since he's facing Brie straight-on) so just modified 20s, the 2nd at -4
"You mean the drunkard?">>97597
Looks like a hit and a hit>>97593
Oh, she's looking around alright
Iron sneaks some glances at the zebra as she does her true hobby.
(I wonder if she likes the little detour.)
[2d4+2 = 4]>>97599
The plus two is for the combined modifier for masterwork, its not +2 for each roll
*siddles up next to the white mare*
"now see no need to be hurtful, this here's my good friend and he's just trying to take the edge off with a little pick me up"
*extends my hoof*
"Names Parvel, and you miss...?"
Hmmmm... You aren't looking to take extra damage for surprise round?>>97602
"You can't go into these rooms, sir. And the name is Darla">>97600
She really seems to enjoy these surroundings
If I can have extra damage for surprise, I'll take it. Do they count as sneaks?
This brings a big smile to the native.
"Have you found something interesting?"
He keeps track of how long until reaching the site.
Well... that's what it would be. An opponent is flatfooted if they are lower on the initiative in combat
+4 for mundane damage,....
Brie changes his appearance to mimic the dude just killded
"Leichter als ich dachte. Seien Sie vorsichtig, wenn jemand auf uns schießt, möchte ich, dass Sie zwei zurückfallen."
"aw don't worry darlin Darla, I'm just a simple bard trying to restore order and help my fellow pone"
*he smiles and winks*
She smiles back
"You do not open these doors">>97612
Kerr tries to taste the stabbed guy... He gets nothing
"And why's that now? What ya'll doing in there anyhow, anything I could help you do or find?" dude check discord
She moves back, and turns her body to him, while raising a rear leg
"Because this hotel is Blackhooves headquarters, if you weren't aware. Most of these rooms are restricted"
Brie grabs the knives from the newest corpse, frogs
them and slowly makes his way toward the front of the train.
The next couple cars are uneventful. Ponies seem to be in their rooms. However, a few of the doors seem to be cracked or broken
Brie continues, foregoing the urge to appeal to anyone in need of assistance.
"I'll use the PA, if we get there" he EEEE's to himself.
He finds something a bit different looking through the vestibule of the last car. It's a coach car of some sort, and more than a few ponies standing in it appear to be wearing the uniforms and leg bands
[1d20 = 13]>>97616
"blackhooves? what's all that now darlin? and what's ya doin there, I'm not gonna hurt ya."
*he flashes a dashing smile*
"Oh don't play dumb. You can't be here"
Six in the car that can be seen. They seem to have a prisoner
[1d20 = 11]>>97624
"Nah I dunno what these blackhooves are, maybe you should tell me all about it I might be intested to help"
*walks slowly around her*
She lets him take the walk around her, but not at all letting him escape her sight. Her turns her head to him. Smooth coat, long flowing red mane. Blood red
"Where have you been the last year?" She asks
[1d20+2 = 11]>>97626
Can Brie determine which of the ponies killed was the ranking officer? (its an intelligence roll I assume)
Can he change appearance without being seen?
None of them were officer over all, and the ashen grey unicorn (the second one) was the highest ranked of those>change appearence without being seen
I mean, he can just step over two feet to the side and do it, so he isn't on the other side of the window
I'm not sure which one was the second one,... I would assume you mean the partisan, which is the one I interpreted as being ranking,....
The one wearing the uniform in the hallway outside of his room that he double tapped after cutting him down, and left a blood stain on the carpet
Oh, well then fuck the partisan, resuming HIS appearance (that was the Corporal yes?)
Correct, the same form he's been using for about 80% of this
[1d20 = 13]>>97629
*his light brown mane falls over his white coat as he paces*
"Well see now darlin I like to travel, understand to see what I can see in the world but I don't like much to sit still and become part of any one bit so if something happens and it's fleeting or recent it escapes my notice. you on the other hand could not escape my notice, say the word and I am your servent"
*he makes a small bow before her*
"Hehehe, my first command for you is, step away from that room"
"Ich werde versuchen, einige von ihnen nach hinten abzulenken, und wir können uns auf diejenigen einlassen, die hier sind. Sie könnten sich dabei verletzen. Bist du damit einverstanden?" Brie asks to the Lings.
[1d20 = 14]>>97637
*He moves away but keeps his eyes on her*
"as long as I can follow you forever my fire haired lady"
"Let me take you outside">>97638
"Ja, okay" They agree
[1d20 = 14]>>97640
"Lead away my lady as long as it's not a horrible trap where you lead me to some kind of bunch of enemies who wish to hurt me"
*follows along behind her slowly*
She walks down the hallway a little further, until she gets to some doors, which she carefully unlocks. She opens the doors
[1d20 = 1]>>97642
*He pulls out a lute and runs his hooves up and down the strings*
"is this a nice safe location I can serenade you in my lady?"
Nah, just typing out an idea for a creature.
We you trying to charm her? Because with that dice roll, you failed
I've been leaving the dice in the feild cause im stupid and lazy so I mean. yes but also I wasn't rolling for it so...
"I need to go back to duty" she says
[1d20 = 16]>>97648
"aw I can help you with your duty, which is what?"
"Night guard duty" she responds
[1d20 = 3]>>97650
"Oh well then I suppose you're some kind of law lady, want help gaurding?"
*He walks up to the door*
"No thanks... Do you need something?"
[1d20 = 18]
check discord please
[1d20 = 15]>>97652
"Listen darlin, I'm a strong supporter of the blackhooves, I wander into towns, learnt he local gossip and I pass info back. I'm not what you'd call an actual agent, but the I can really help"
She looks at him, and tilts her head
"I'm not a member myself. I am an officer of the Baltimare PD, and i work here as a guard sometimes for the overtime pay. It's safe enough work for the money. If you really, really want to contact somepony, maybe I can find somepony inside?"
Not sure if we would ever be able to use this creature in this particular game, but what do you think?
Size/Type: Small Vermin
Hit Dice: 1d8 (4 hp)
Speed: 15 ft. (3 squares), climb 15 ft.
Armor Class: 10 (+1 size, -1 Dex), touch 9, flat-footed 9
Base Attack/Grapple: +0/-3
Attack: Bite +2 melee (1d4+1)
Full Attack: Bite +2 melee (1d4+1)
Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft.
Special Attacks: Weakness, Leap, Viscous Discharge
Special Qualities: Darkvision 60 ft., Tremorsense 60 ft., Waterbreathing, vermin traits
Saves: Fort +3 Ref +0, Wil +1
Abilities: Str 13, Dex 8, Con 10, Int -, Wis 12, Cha 2
Skills: Climb 5, Hide 7, Spot 5
Feats: Weapon Finesse
Organization: Pack (2-4), Colony (5-8), or Swarm (9-12)
Challenge Rating: 1/2
Alignment: Always Neutral
Level Adjustment: -
Leapworms are annelids that are as wide around as the average pony's head, as long as the average pony's hindleg, and with a large maw filled with razor-sharp teeth. They prefer to reside in cool, damp, underground caves and dungeons. They hunt in packs, and prefer as their meals the various corpses of animals or people that haphazardly wander into their hunting grounds. They can breathe freely underwater, and can hide themselves almost anywhere cracks can be found in walls. They prefer to hunt by jumping on and ambushing their prey in difficult-to-escape hallways and small rooms, or by hiding inside large corpses or corpse piles. Listening closely in their hunting grounds, one can hear the faint sound of hissing coming from their hiding places.
Weakness (Ex): Leapworms produce a jelly-like substance inside their body that is delivered to their victims through bites. Those hit by a Leapworm's Bite attack must succeed on a DC 12 Fortitude check or suffer a -4 penalty to their AC for 1d6+2 rounds.
Leap (Ex): When 20 ft. or less away from their target, a Leapworm will leap to place themselves in a square adjacent to their target. Doing this is considered a move action.
Viscous Discharge (Ex): Upon death, a Leapworm will let out a high-pitched squeal and discharge a heavy amount of jelly in all adjacent squares. Any opponents in these squares must succeed in a DC 12 Reflex check or take 1d2 damage. A failed check requires an additional DC 12 Fortitude check to avoid Weakness. Other Leapworms are immune to this damage.
Skills: A Leapworm has a +4 racial bonus to Climb and Spot checks, and a +8 racial bonus to Hide checks.
[1d20 = 17]>>97655
"The only person I want to help, aside from those who wish to establish a world for the future of our children, is you. is that idea so repulsive?"
[1d20 = 18]>>97658
"See now darlin was that so hard?"
*presses a small stone in your hoof*
"This is a sending stone, we can send messages once a day to one another, so give me a thought sometime. Now where are we going now?"
She looks down at the stone, and gives of a brief laugh
"I have to work"
[1d20 = 1]>>97660
"ok but where am I going you lead me to a door, which leads...?"
[1d20 = 2]>>97662
you lead my character to this door which we have yet to go through>>97642
"What do you think is in there?"
[1d20 = 16]>>97664
"A bed to sleep? A bar? Thirty men who will try to kill me but they forget im a bard?"
She smiles at that
"The room will keep its secrets. If you want to come into contact with somepony from the Blackhooves... maybe. But I work now"
[1d20 = 13]>>97666
*walks into the room desperate to know what's inside*
He's outside of the building now
[1d20 = 6]>>97670
"My friend is still inside and also why"
"Let me get somepony else... You stay here"
[1d20 = 13]>>97672
"I'm feeling attacked..."
*he said irritably*
*he adjusts his lute*
Did... he just light himself on fire?
He casts flare, but it dazzles both of them - not just her
"What the fuck?!"
[1d20 = 15]>>97680
*falls over backwards*
"Ow my eyes! Sweet celestia the pain!"
[1d20 = 13]>>97682
"I was just trying to get past you cause my friend is still inside why god I'm blind!
"Damn it, I'll get him you bastard, just stay here"
Weren't we having a trip to an archeological site to return the idol for profit, even though it's currently desolated?
I'm trying to end the nightmarish limbo at the hotel and it's fucking impossible. It's going to take a while longer to think of an entirely new, interesting story elsewhere
I understand. I think everyone else is dead, so I suggest you go to bed early today.
[1d20 = 5]>>97693>>97694
Skies dimsmounts Silver and leaves him be. Voices can be heard. Silver has to... cool down. After a couple minutes, he feels a pat on his shoulder
“Time to go” he hears wispered
He nods and gets up off the couch. He's a little disappointed at being unable to finish, if he's being honest with himself. Not that he's ungrateful for having the chance in the first place, but starting and then being forced to stop like that is a little like feeling like you need to sneeze before your body just decides 'nope'.
He looks over to the pony who patted him (presumably Skies), and whispers back. "You lead, I follow."
[1d20+7 = 19]>>97696>>97697
You’ll get her next time
It’s definitely Skies
“Stay low to the ground. Rush to behind that couch over there, then when I open the door, rush out that door.”
That he will. That he will. For the now, he complies with Skies' orders. He continues his whispering, with a hint of anxiety from his next question: "Will I meet you back at your room, or...will I have to leave?"
Cauldron, who has been almost disinterestedly following Iron, stops and raises her ears
“There’s something in the brush”>>97700
“Let’s leave this room. Then we’ll figure that out.” She whispers. She looks over the couch, then scurries to the couch she pointed at, and beckons Silver to follow. Assuming her does that, she moves over to a door, opens it, and motions for Silver to follow through. She keeps her head down low as she does all of this, like a cat or a dog
>>97701>Not yetWell damn.
Iron's ears perk up as he hears Cauldron call out. He walks over to her.
"What kind of something?"
Silver keeps close behind with his head down, or, at least, as close behind as he can without stabbing Skies' in the rear with his horn. For his age and his size, he's surprisingly lithe and agile, which aids in him copying Skies' movements and following her signals.
"An animal" she says>>97703I'm pretty sure his dex is higher than Skies
She signals him to come out the door. Once this happens, she carefully closes it behind them. They are in another hallway, this one having tile rather than carpet, and appearing like the one he saw earlier in the day.
"Okay, we're away for the moment, let's go this way"
Iron is quite dumbfounded at why Cauldron would want to stop for a simple animal. Nevertheless, it could be part of his potion projects.
It's a snake. A large damned snake, a dull green and brown color, partly hanging on a tree, and partly on the ground
Iron looks at it, measuring its intent and distance from Iron and Cauldron's position.
He already had quite a fight and he isn't sure that he can even withstand a bite if it dared attack. aka not sure if I regained health or not
Rolling sense motive to get an idea of the snake's intentions.
[1d20+8 = 26]>>97711
Iron's hair stand on end at this vile creature's intent of deflowering her not so literal.
He steps inbetween the snake and Cauldron and screams at the snake to back away.
*her not confirmed love interest