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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>>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