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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>>97427"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]>>97429Onyx 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
>>97430Suffice it to say, Brie isn’t learning much tonight
Wesley whispers
“Wonach suchen Sie?”
Next room
“I don’t have anything to be robbed of!”
>>97434Well... I think he hits. Barely, but he hits
>>97431"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"
>>97435"Wer "Lavendel" ist"
Brie moves on to the next room.
>>97436Ave Victorium!
>>97437He is hit and knocked the fuck out... or killed. It wasn’t quite specified
>>97439Onyx snorts before moving along
>>97438Whispering
“Wonach suchen Sie?”
In the next room, they can hear
“Who is it?”
>>97440Which direction? To the front of the train or the rear?
>>97441If there's a commotion going on in either direction he picks that one. If not he picks the rear
>>97443To 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
>>97444"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."
>>97436"To Victory!"
The Sad Edge hores stands up and extends his hoof for a hoof shake
"My Name is Dark Star."
>>97447Onyx decides he doesn't like these odds
"Any luck fellas?"
>>97441>>97444*follows behind giggling silently*
>>97448“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?”
>>97451Okay, now I’m worried
>>97452Brie looks over to see Onyx. "Oh, its you. Don't mind the disguise, its me, Brie."
Brie turns to Lavender. "May we come in?"
>>97453Her eyes go wide
“Brie...”
>>97450He says he’s Brie in a disguise
>>97453And the other two... who knows
>>97453Onyx 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*hoofshakes*
"I am Parvel the Bard. I shall help you with your people"
>>97456“Just now, you said ‘don’t mind the disguise, it’s me, Brie’”
>>97458"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."
>>97459“Oh... Kay?”
She looks terribly confused and afraid
“What’s going on?”
>>97460"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."
>>97461“WHAT! Ponies with guns are after me? What resistance?”
She is definitely concerned
>>97462Brie shrugs (are we inside the cabin yet?)
>>97457>>97458"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?" >>97463Yes. Yes they are.
>>97464No immediately obvious signs
She takes the bits
>>97465K.
"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."
>>97465Can i roll another spot check? since he's not blinded by tears and a mare isn't blocking most of his view.
>>97467I’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
>>97468"One of them said your name while they were searching our cabin further down the hallway."
>>97469Let me get to it
>>97470“They did?” She asks. She’s definitely worried
“What do they want?”
>>97472
Um... what are you rolling for?
It’s “Dice 1d20” in the email field
>>97472
Either write dice (number)d(number)+(number) on the email field or go for [(number)d(number)+(number)] on text field.
>>97471"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.
>>97476“A FUCKING CHANGELING”
>>97475He definitely sees Dark Star
>>97468"Again, Sorry miss."
>>97472"Maybe she's in this other room i saw."
Dark Star heads back out into the hall
>>97477"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."
>>97479And thus, he goes back out into the hall
>>97480“Oh... okay...”
>>97481*Follows with my rapier pointed straight up*
>>97474Last I recall, Iron was throwing a bandito at another bandito, right?
>>97480Wesley asks
“Sind Sie sicher, dass dieser 'Lavendel' den sucht, nach dem sie suchen?”
>>97482"Thank you for your time." Brie motions to the Lings (and Onyx?) and leads back to the corridor, and from there to their cabin.
>>97482He goes into the room he heard the droning noise from earlier
>>97485They go back in to the room
>>97486The door is locked
>>97487Well, he hits him, knocking him down
>>97486"I must have been like SUUUPER drunk last night cause I don't even know how I got here"
[1d20+8 = 12]>>97488Iron 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.
>>97488"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]>>97490Fortunately, that guy is down. His comrade isn’t though
“BANG BANG BANG BANG”
>>97493No response
>>97492“Okay, was machen wir so genau?”
[1d20+5 = 15]>>97494He puts his ear up to the door and listens
>>97493"heh right?
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\r
>>97494"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]>>97495Three known in total, but two are down
>>97496Not much clear sound beyond a droning sound
>>97499“Ich denke, wir können”
>>97499What Shackles disguise?
[6d6 = 23]>>97500That is the wrong die. This should be right
>>97497"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>>97500Hot 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*HIT
>>97505Definitely
>>97504Well, he looks pretty freaked out
I take it he is heading to the dining car
[1d20+3 = 20]>>97503Are 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?
>>97509Pretty heavy hit, but he isn’t quite out. He slams the gun at Iron
>>97510"Oh hello, maybe. would that be a bad idea?"
[1d20+6 = 18]>>97512>>97510Iron 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.
"Dulces sueños."
With that, Iron finally hooks at the last opponent with his raw strength.
>>97514As he enters into the room, the partisan rises to attention
“What’s going on?”
>>97515Via... con Dios
HIT, and knocked the fuck out
>>97516Iron 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.
>>97516"What do you want from me?!" Brie tries to sound as much like a shrieking pony as possible.
>>97521Iron 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.
>>97522The two changelings follow
“What. Who are you two? I don’t recall seeing you back at base”
>>97524"Tell me what you want from me!" Brie tries to maintain his attention.
>>97525Well, the guard is definitely looking at Brie alright, as well as the two following ‘soldiers’
>>97523Sone 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.
>>97527>Some bitsIron smirks as he stashes them in his pouch.
>Other little things"Hey Cauldron! Do you have a use for these things here?"
>Canine god idolHe stares in slight awe at the little statuette. He inspects it more closely as he presumes Cauldron checks the other little items.
>>97529You 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
>>97528Cauldron 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
>>97531Darn it. I just got back too.
>>97530Uh, they kinda WERE directed at the partisan
>>97530Iron 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?)
>>97533I’m seeing a scene where Brie is running from changelings disguised as soldiers
>>97534“Woah.... I thought I heard something”
>>97535I 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.
>>97535Iron chuckles.
"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?
>>97536Hmmm
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>>97539Iron'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!"
>>97542*places the idol on the ground
>>97541F
Now get out of this meta gaming path
>>97540Alright, let’s try this again
>>97542“Huh? Oh, yes. Some shirt rips here, some twine here...”
She hands over said instruments
>>97544"Tie them up. I need to ask them a few questions about their belongings, with force if necessary."
>>97548He knows you're trying to witness SilverSkies fucking.
>>97545She shrugs
“Alright”
And ties up the three ponies
[1d20+11 = 21]>>97550He 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.
>>97551He’s pretty slapped alright
“Que? Que?”
>>97552He 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?"
>>97553“No te voy a decir una mierda”
[1d20+8 = 23]>>97554Iron 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?"
>>97555His 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.”
>>97540Um...
>>97557He returns!
>>97556Iron 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?"
>>97534He laughs just a little
“No nos deja pronunciar su nombre. Para ti, él es "el rey de los bandidos".”
>>97562Iron rolls his eyes.
"En donde está el sitio que robaron este ídolo?"
>>97563He 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]>>97564Iron 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."
>>97557"I asked if you knew how to pick a lock."
[1d20 = 17]>>97566"Absolutely brother"
*pulls out my pick set and starts on the door*
>>97565"Huh?" She looks confused again as she looks away from her seedling and then towards Iron
"Oh, yes."
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
>>97568Iron blinks.
"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
>>97570Yer mom's available tonight
Maybe, not sure yet >>97570So... are you still up for the mystery of the dog idol?
Yeah, I'm here for a bit. A few hours at least
>>97577Sure
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
>>97578Alright. So Brie is trying to run in pretending to be a prisoner in the dining car
>>97579Iron gladly takes the leaves and chews on them with gusto, not really seeing the issue of eating these leaves.
>>97581They 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..."
>>97579Let 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.
Aaaaand ACTION
>>97582Iron 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 money?"
>>97570I'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.
>>97584"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."
>>97583The bugs understand enough to go forward at about the same speed as Brie, stand behind him, and not say anything
>>97585Soon enough
>>97586"What are you doing?" She asks
>>97587Iron smirks.
"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.
>>97588She shrugs
"I'll try to get in some plant finding along the way"
>>97589And thus, Iron proceeds to follow the instructions of the bandito to reach the archeological site.
>>97587Are 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??"
>>97591"Who are
you?" he asks
>>97590This may take a while, the first section goes over a larger hill. At least the undergrowth is a bit thin here
>>97592Iron especially takes his time in order for Cauldron to forage for any good herbs for healing and other effects.
>>97592"My name is Lavender! What have I done? I don't know anything about the resistance, why are you after me?"
>>97594"Lavender? The fuck? The rookie pinkie earth pony?"
>>97587"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?"
I flirt
[2d20+8 = 36]>>97595Seriously?
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
>>97596She giggles
"You mean the drunkard?"
>>97597Looks like a hit and a hit
>>97593Oh, she's looking around alright
>>97599Iron sneaks some glances at the zebra as she does her true hobby.
(I wonder if she likes the little detour.)
[2d4+2 = 4]>>97599The plus two is for the combined modifier for masterwork, its not +2 for each roll
>>97599*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...?"
\r
>>97601Hmmmm... 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"
>>97600She really seems to enjoy these surroundings
>>97604If I can have extra damage for surprise, I'll take it. Do they count as sneaks?
>>97604This brings a big smile to the native.
"Have you found something interesting?"
He keeps track of how long until reaching the site.
>>97605Well... that's what it would be. An opponent is flatfooted if they are lower on the initiative in combat
+4 for mundane damage,....
>>97609Brie 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."
>>97604"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*
>>97613She smiles back
"You do not open these doors"
>>97612"Okay"
Kerr tries to taste the stabbed guy... He gets nothing
>>97614"And why's that now? What ya'll doing in there anyhow, anything I could help you do or find?"
dude check discord
>>97615She 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"
>>97614Brie grabs the knives from the newest corpse,
frogs them and slowly makes his way toward the front of the train.
>>97617The next couple cars are uneventful. Ponies seem to be in their rooms. However, a few of the doors seem to be cracked or broken
>>97619Brie 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.
>>97620He 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*
>>97622"Oh don't play dumb. You can't be here"
>>97625Six 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*
>>97628She 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]>>97626Can Brie determine which of the ponies killed was the ranking officer? (its an intelligence roll I assume)
Rolling
Can he change appearance without being seen?
>>97630None of them were officer over all, and the ashen grey unicorn (the second one) was the highest ranked of those
>change appearence without being seenI 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
>>97631I'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,....
>>97632The 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
>>97633Oh, well then fuck the partisan, resuming HIS appearance (that was the Corporal yes?)
>>97634Correct, 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*