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.
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>>98150“Oh really? That’s pretty neat”
>>98150That is...most certainly not the answer Silver would have expected, if the confused look is anything to judge by.
>>98151"I Liked Pinkie, She was so nice. i wish she would have joined our side."
>>98152Dark Star looks at him Equally as confused."
>>98154"You know, those Magiciy types.Nerds."
>>98155"Sounds little like my daughter...so, one egghead is too many for you? I can not think of any besides Princess Twilight."
[2d8 = 11]>>98159>>98160That’s just wrong. These are rifle rounds
>>98156Dark Star has a look of disgust at the mention of purple
"Twilight wasn't just a regular Egghead though.She was, A bit much."
>>98163Silver can share a little in his disdain for Twilight, at least as a princess. He lets out a massive yawn, a further reaffirmation of how late it's getting.
>>98161Silver quietly repeats the "Μπλε ουρανοί" he heard Blue speak earlier, his Severyanan accent working surprisingly half-decently with the Nimbusian language. He looks over to Blue. "I said that correctly, yes? Μπλε ουρανοί?"
[1d20+5 = 16]>>98160>>98162I'll pretend that the first roll was the damage die.Iron grunts in slight pain over the rifle shot. He decides that enough is enough and jumps towards the trio of bandits that want to take the idol away.
>>98165No. The second pair of rolls was the damage die.
Iron makes the leap and is right next to one of the ponies.
>>98164“Good enough”
>>98166He smiles, proud of himself. "For first Nimbusian words I have ever spoken, I will take it."
[1d20+6 = 7]>>98166r00d, but understandable, since the maroon pony didn't shoot to begin with.Iron decides to try this riflemares' reflexes with a strong, powerful hook to the side.
[2d20 = 31]>>98168It’s the damage die from the rifle round that hit himIron tests his own sense of balance, and fails, falling down.
They shoot again
>>98170“In a strange accent, yes”
>>98167“Cute.”
>>98170"Skies' name in Nimbusian, yes. I got curious and asked what she is called in Nimbusia, like how in Severyana I am called 'Серебряный Меч'."
>>98171Silver chuckles slightly. "It would only be as odd as you trying to say my name in Cyrillic, I would imagine."
>>98171>>98175"When did you teach him Nimbusian?"
>>98176"I would not call it teaching Nimbusian, as such. It would be as if I said 'Привет!' and you said it right back to me."
[2d6 = 10][1d3+1 = 2]>>98174Yes, Iron can stand with a movement and attack with an attack round
A rock hits one of the two bandits
No, it’s the 11 damage. The 11 came from a proper 2d8 roll after I mistakenly rolled a 2d6, which is pistol round damage>>98176“Ha, I never did. He just asked me if my name was different in my native language and I said it’s the the same, just translated”
>>98175“I’m not going to try. For now”
[1d20+6 = 18]>>98178Oh, so that's why rocks are being thrown right now. No idea what the first set of dice are for, unless the riflemares just shot again.Taking this needed distraction after getting hit rather hard and deep by these damn metal balls in his sides, he stands up rather furious
in a non-barbaric way yet and decides to try his balance yet again with the same attack to the pony next to him.
>>98178"Hahahahah! Alright then, whatever you say, Skies." He yawns again, a couple sleepy tears forming in his eyes that he has to wipe away with a foreleg. "Anyways...do you think we can take this conversation back upstairs? I am tiiiiiiiired."
>>98178>>98177Dark Star seems to accept this answer as he nods
"Ponish is rather plain."
>>98178Been gone away for some time again. I'll try and look over what I missed from the train.
>>98181“It gets the job done, and that’s good enough”
>>98180“Sure”
>>98179Hit
>>98182He lives!
[1d3+12 = 14]>>98183Damage die inbound.
Iron strikes on the riflemare's side with great force this time instead of falling down like a doofus.
>>98181"Really? I always have thought of it as rather interesting language. So many rules that do not make sense and are broken constantly. It is very different from Cyrillic." He yawns again. "So, what about it, Star? Want to head back upstairs, continue this conversation in Skies' room?"
>>98186Huffing in slight pain, he scans the area where the next riflemare is.
Is he in close proximity or do I have to roll for jump again? >>98183"I Guess."
>>98185"I might be taking it for granted, Sure,i'll cuddle skies in her room."
He kisses Blue while keeping eye contact with silver.
>>98188Silver seems rather surprised by this forward action on Star's part, especially given how he reacted before when Silver kissed him. He's not complaining, if the set of bedroom eyes he's giving him is any consideration.
I am not sure which pony I would want to be... >>98188She is surprised by this
>>9818740 feet over, the other rifle mare holds her head
>>98193[bedroom eyes intensifies]
[1d20+8 = 17]>>98190Iron, locking eyes with the second target in a hazy fury, charges straight at him to deliver a swift punch right on the pony's snout.
I am not hitting mares, am I? >>98195Dark Star Breaks the kiss and puts his foreleg around blue's neck
"You are the love of my life,Blue Skies."
>>98197Star would likely be surprised to feel a pair of forelegs wrap around his neck from behind him in turn, as Silver trots up behind him and damn near gets on top of him for the embrace. "Aww, nothing for me, Dark Star?"
>>98197“So why are you so broody and passive aggressive tonight, Star?”
>>98196They were intended as males.
That’s a hit
>>98200"Well,i'm not being passive anymore."
He Grins
>>98201"No."
[1d3+12 = 15]>>98200And damage again as the rifle mare's snout is punched by a big native fist.
>>98204Iron, after finally dealing with the riflemares, turns his head to look for that maroon colored pony with a glare of pained rage.
>>98206Shit, You're right>>98204Dark Star Strokes her mane lovingly
>>98205It looks like while the leader was waiting for the two rifle ponies to finish off Iron, he jumped down the terrace, and tried to make his way to Pear, who is hiding behind the stump of a large dead tree. By as he aims his pistol at Pear, Cauldron aims a submachine gun at him.
He looks over to Cauldron, before bouncing into undergrowth
>>98207>>98206“... I think I’ll go to bed. And some pony, change my sheets.”
>>98209“You’re going to have to get some from the room at the end of the hall”
>>98208Huffing in frustration and not wanting to run straight into a possible ambush or risk tripping down in a hurry, he shouts out to Cauldron.
"Coat puncturers down!"
After this, he starts to loot the two riflemares' possession for all their trouble.
>>98211Lightly packed. A few rations, a couple clips of ammunition, water bottles, water purifying tablets, a map, some sort of cylinder.
>>98212Iron's player clicks on take all and carefully walks down the terrance towards the other members of the group, panting slightly.
>>98213“Damn!” Says Pear
“Iron? Are you alright?” Says Cauldron
>>98214Iron huffs.
"I would not say I am alright, but I can still walk without much problem."
As he closes in, she can definitely see 4 deep rifle shots around his barrel, carrying the loot.
"All of this is useful, right?"
So... after skimming through I can honestly say I am completely lost. There was a train raid by terrorists I recall, a mention of Pinkie, I saw that the changelings ate somepony... but from there I can't figure out. Is the raid still going?
>>98215“No, you are barely alive... again. I’m sure it’s useful for some purpose.”
>>98216That’s basically correct
>>98219Neat. The chances of doing anything without the usual team though... I'm guessing I made a return for nothing, right?
>>98219Iron smiles weakly.
"I told you I was a master at being barely alive."
He starts stashing all the loot in the bags. Turning to face the most likely scared Pear, he nods to her, signalling he's mostly ok.
After this, he looks back to Cauldron.
"I am guessing another treatment is on its way?"
>>98220sigh>>98221“I’ll prepare something...”
>>98222Iron nods to Cauldron, giving her a nice little hug for her efforts.
"Thank you."
>>98224Silver, for once, is not kill
>>98223“We need to leave this area though”
>>98225Iron nods.
"Right."
He looks around for a place to rest and for Cauldron to do her magic.
>>98224“What the hell was that?” Skies asks
>>98226In the area, there are several low walls to sit on
>>98227Iron proceeds to go behind one of said low walls to wait
Going to bed now. Night >>98227Looks like I also died."...It was joke. Apparently not very good joke from look on your face."
>>98230"Well, failed jokes and jests aside...shall we return upstairs?"
>>98231“Yes. And I need new sheets.”
>>98229"A "Joke" Right."
>>98210>>98232Dark Star staggers down the hall to get the sheets, he fails down.
>>98235>>98234Dark Star laughs and picks himself up off the floor
"'No,you're drunk."
>>98236"Is something wrong, Dark Star?"
>>98237Dark Star turns around and looks at her
"Just the usual things and I feel bad about throwing up" He shoots her a sad look
Then he continues down the hall
>>98238"The usual?"
She then adds
"It's the third room down on the right. It's marked as Laundry."
>>98239He heads to the laundry room without responding to the first question
>>98240The door opens easily enough. In the room near the door are a few shelves, as well as metal baskets containing sheets. Further into the unlit room the edges of a beige trolley cart can be seen. What looks like a folded set of bedsheets can be found on a shelf near the door
>>98241Are these sheets as high quality as the other ones?
>>98242A look on the sheets themselves reveals a tag marking them as 1200 thread count Sonambulan Cotton
>>98243Dark Star Scratches his chin
"I Guess this will do."
>>98244And thus he collects the set of bedsheets.
>>98245He Staggers back down the hall managing no to fall this time.
>>98246Skies opens the door, and goes through into the room
>>98248She looks at the mess, and is a bit disgusted
“Well, change them.”
>>98249Dark Star strips the sheets off the bed.