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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>>97097Silver 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.
>>97105Are you seriously on about fugging the poner? Haven't you done that already?
Nevermind, forget I said anything.
>>97102ROLL DIE!
>>97103Yes
Iron appears next to Cauldron walking through a Jungle. Hot and moist as jungles are, with the undergrowth not
too thick
>>97104Another voice can be heard
"We don't have all night, just break down the damned door and check the room"
>>97105And 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.
>>97106FUG THE PONER
>>97107With a nod, Brie opens the door with his hooves upright and toward himself, to conceal the knives he has palmed.
>>97107>FUG THE PONERThis is exactly what I had spent literally weeks away from the thread to avoid. If its not done, I can wait longer.
>>97107Iron 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..."
>>97108SighThe 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
>>97114That's... not really good enough to clean up much. fortunately, he may try again
[1d20 = 9][1d20 = 18]>>97111Iron 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?"
>>97116"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
>>97117Only 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>>97119That... that definitely did not work as well as Dark Star may have hoped
Does 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.
>>97124Nice glasses to place water in in the kitchen, next to the sink, which of course has the faucet.
>>97121She looks back at him
"Go where?"
She is in front of him, the sound came from behind
>>97125*Shrug*
>>97125
That's petty of you, man.
>>97126He pours a glass of water takes a drink and sighs
>>97126>>97128he then goes out into the hall to look for blue
>>97128Hydration is important to prevent hangovers
>>97129"Well, yes. The leaves are of extraordinary size, and have yellow tendrils on the very ends"
>>97131On the ground, next to the door, are Silver's packs. There is no sign of any pony around
>>97126"B b b back to my station?!"
[1d20+5 = 12]>>97132He searches for any other signs
Rolling survival to track >>97132Iron 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.
>>97133She 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
>>97134No 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
>>97138Door on the hallway is open slightly, at least once somepony has gone downstairs
>>97137Oh boy.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?)
>>97140Hit and hit, right into the bubblegum pony's back. Roll damage
>>97141Yep. from behind, he can hear
"Alto!" in a male voice
>>97142The first door is locked, as is the second. The only door not locked is the bottom floor door
>>97144Heyo.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>>97145Uh... Well, he should have sneak attack damage on each dagger because he is flanking her from behind
>>97146Let'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!"
>>97148It's the same hallway, going two directions
>>97147Good enough. She is kill, and falls forward, her muzzle hitting the toilet seat. There is a sound in the hallway
>>97149Spark looks down the hallway to see if anypony is coming.
>>97149"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?)
>>97150What precisely is he searching for?
>>97151Yes 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
>>97153Each 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?"
bluff
>>97155Any signs that point me in the direction of Blue
>>97155Iron 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]>>97156I really thought his score would be higher
"Where is Lavender?"
>>97157No 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 know">>97159I don't recall him having all of that but.... fuck it, he has all of that. But this bandit
"Quieres morir?"
[1d20-1 = 0]>>97160"Lavender? I dunno, I'm just delivering drinks!" Brie says overloud, while cowering on the deck.
Bluff
>>97160Could i do a listen check to see if i hear anything that would point me in the right direction?
>>97161Okay, this, he definitely fails
He points the gun at him
"Bullshit! Where is Lavender?"
>>97162Yes
[1d20+1 = 5]>>97163"You done and scared him. He can't think."
Bluff
[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. >>97165"Who the fuck are you?"
>>97161At least he's looking at Spark now, and not down on the ground
>>97166He can't really hear much of anything. It's mostly silent
>>97167I don't know what you were trying, but you succeeded
>>97169Do i smell any lavender or alcohol on in the air?
>>97169Game was "look away, I'm just a humble train-worker"
ready knives
>>97169"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]>>97168Iron got what he wanted
"BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG"
>>97170I don't think so...
>>97171Well, he's looking at Spark now, as Brie is not an obvious threat
>>97173"Uh... okay..."
>>97175So two hits, how much damage?
>>97175He takes the pathway deeper into the building
>>97177>>97176Hmmm... may need to up the damage die on pistol rounds
>>97174"We are looking to help" he says, looking at Spark again
>>97178There are a number of closed doors on either side, before there is a turn to the right
>>97179"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]>>97179Listen check on the doors
>>97182"I'm not wearing shoes"
He looks down never the less
>>97183Two rooms make sounds
>>97181"We are looking for none other than Pinkie Pie"
>>97187He 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]>>97188He listens at those doors specifically
[2d20+8 = 18]
(latter is -4)
Double sneak attack
>>97189Holy shit. He not only knocks the bastard on the ground, but he knocks him into the air and onto his back
>>97190Good enough. He'd have to make a movement action forward first
>>97192Am I seeing a 15 7?
>>97191The first one has a sound that kind of drones on
>>97195He can't really hear anything at this one
>>97194She aids in the movement more, up and down [1d20+10 = 25]>>97193Iron 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.
>>97198>>97194And thus, they can hear knocking on the door to the lounge.
She whispers
"Let me handle this"
>>97197Pretty sure that succeeds
>>97192Roll damage for one knife-sneak attack
>>97200He nods, whispering back to her. "Just tell me what you need me to do and where."
>>97202"Stay silent as long as you can, and close your eyes"
>>97198No response
>>97203Those are two things Silver can most definitely do well. He does both before Dark Star enters.