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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>>98873
No idea what that would be, but I'll try anyways, even if I'm completely worthless at the moment.
Headache, dehydrated, hard floors, and full bladder. If there was ever a more terrible combination for sleeping soundly, Silver would not have heard of it. And thus is why Silver got up in the middle of the night, far too early for a pony who has things they need to get done in the morning, with a low groan, a pounding head, a dry mouth, and an approaching need to pee.
Дерьмо. What time is it? Silver strains his eyes against the dark for whatever clock is closest to him.
No idea what that would be, but I'll try anyways, even if I'm completely worthless at the moment.
Headache, dehydrated, hard floors, and full bladder. If there was ever a more terrible combination for sleeping soundly, Silver would not have heard of it. And thus is why Silver got up in the middle of the night, far too early for a pony who has things they need to get done in the morning, with a low groan, a pounding head, a dry mouth, and an approaching need to pee.
Дерьмо. What time is it? Silver strains his eyes against the dark for whatever clock is closest to him.
>>98874
After much straining, Silver can glimpse a round mechanical clock. Black and fairly straightforward in construct. 4 AM
After much straining, Silver can glimpse a round mechanical clock. Black and fairly straightforward in construct. 4 AM
>>98875
It is way too early for me to be up. A gurgling sound from his lower abdomen causes Silver to press his hindlegs together. He really has to go. ...Might as well do couple of things while I am up. He waddles over to the bathroom to take care of the most urgent business of this too-early morning.
It is way too early for me to be up. A gurgling sound from his lower abdomen causes Silver to press his hindlegs together. He really has to go. ...Might as well do couple of things while I am up. He waddles over to the bathroom to take care of the most urgent business of this too-early morning.
>>98876
Thankfully it’s not any messier than it was 14 hours ago. If anything, the floor has completely dried
Thankfully it’s not any messier than it was 14 hours ago. If anything, the floor has completely dried
>>98877
I feel much more in the zone now than I did last night.
Thank goddesses. I do not want to slip at this moment. He alights his horn so he can see his goal: the porcelain throne, the centerpiece to any self-respecting bathroom, and what a fine centerpiece it is. Silver lifts the seat up with a flick of his magic and leans bipedally over the toilet, forehooves bracing himself against the wall. He looks down to his Sword, still sheathed. Okay, my friend, I know you deserve rest, but I need you to come out for this. And you do not have much of choice, I am afraid. A second later, and with a little magic stimulation, he has a proper, firm hose to aim down towards his target. He lets out a sigh of relief as he empties his bladder into the awaiting pool of water below him. His mind, meanwhile, begins to wander.
First, his thoughts arrive at the topic of his two current companions. It sure seems like there's a delicate balance between the two. Star seems to be very stubborn in his refusal to show his feelings or concerns to Skies, and is extraordinarily jealous of anypony who gets even a little close to her. Silver had been cuddling with Skies for but a second, and Star immediately jumped to the conclusion that the two were fucking. It's so bad, Star doesn't even want him in the bed.
Silver's aching back, however, tells him that he's going to have to respectfully disagree with Star's request.
Skies, in turn, seems a little hesitant to talk to Star about her own problems, though it might be he's missing something that the two have already talked about. He smiles to himself as he looks down at his Sword, his thoughts moving to the physical attributes of his companions. He has to admit, Star has a nice ass. If he was gay, Silver could imagine Star would be quiet the catch. I wonder what Skies would think about him and I together. Maybe she would want to watch. It does seem like something she would want to do. Ultimately, homoerotic thoughts aside, Silver just hopes everything will be alright with them. He wishes they would just talk this through, so that their relationship isn't harmed any further by all of this resentment and uncertainty.
Second, his thoughts travel to those of the drones, even if only briefly. He hopes they're alright, wherever they are, and that they're thinking of him. He could almost imagine trying to raise them like they were his foals, if he had the time and the ability. He most certainly would want to. Maybe he'll see them again, someday. Hopefully it's in a pleasant manner, and not in the field of battle or something like it. ...Huh. What perspective they have given me. All I knew was from fighting them in War, how menacing they seemed to be, and how much of threat they were to ponykind. And now, since I have met those drones, they almost seem like ponies. If only we could all sit down together, and reach that same understanding.
Finally, his thoughts travel to those of his future, or what is left of it. Assuming he does not perish or fail in this mission Skies has given him...what then? He's considered joining with the Black Hooves. It would certainly come with many benefits, and it would be the most direct way to end the fighting that only makes it easier for the Hegemony, but...are they really the best path to peace and a united Equestria? This Duke, he has positioned himself as the sole protector of ponykind in the world, as laughable a proposition as that is. New Marelanders aren't Equestrians. The Black Hooves are a New Marelander creation, not an Equestrian one. They're tailored to the interests of a far-off country, far removed from Equestria, and whether the Duke likes it or not they will not accept mandates from a foreign power that is unaccountable to the Equestrian people (probably why they aren't very popular here, now that he thinks on it). Equestria must be free. Whether that's by working with New Mareland to make both countries stronger or by working alone, it's up to the Black Hooves and the Duke to decide.
He's seen there's still ponies who believe in Equestria, maybe even Harmony as it used to be, before ponies like Comte, before Communism and Socialism, before the never-ending wars of intervention. They're remaining quiet, though, probably waiting for somepony to lead them. As most Equestrians are, they are stronger together, and nopony wants to be the one to step out of line alone. Something needs to be done though, something more than Silver has talked about in the past. Where are Harmonists in Baltimare, I wonder? I am not much of leader, but will I have to be one who takes up reigns, and give these ponies hope for future?
I feel much more in the zone now than I did last night.
Thank goddesses. I do not want to slip at this moment. He alights his horn so he can see his goal: the porcelain throne, the centerpiece to any self-respecting bathroom, and what a fine centerpiece it is. Silver lifts the seat up with a flick of his magic and leans bipedally over the toilet, forehooves bracing himself against the wall. He looks down to his Sword, still sheathed. Okay, my friend, I know you deserve rest, but I need you to come out for this. And you do not have much of choice, I am afraid. A second later, and with a little magic stimulation, he has a proper, firm hose to aim down towards his target. He lets out a sigh of relief as he empties his bladder into the awaiting pool of water below him. His mind, meanwhile, begins to wander.
First, his thoughts arrive at the topic of his two current companions. It sure seems like there's a delicate balance between the two. Star seems to be very stubborn in his refusal to show his feelings or concerns to Skies, and is extraordinarily jealous of anypony who gets even a little close to her. Silver had been cuddling with Skies for but a second, and Star immediately jumped to the conclusion that the two were fucking. It's so bad, Star doesn't even want him in the bed.
Silver's aching back, however, tells him that he's going to have to respectfully disagree with Star's request.
Skies, in turn, seems a little hesitant to talk to Star about her own problems, though it might be he's missing something that the two have already talked about. He smiles to himself as he looks down at his Sword, his thoughts moving to the physical attributes of his companions. He has to admit, Star has a nice ass. If he was gay, Silver could imagine Star would be quiet the catch. I wonder what Skies would think about him and I together. Maybe she would want to watch. It does seem like something she would want to do. Ultimately, homoerotic thoughts aside, Silver just hopes everything will be alright with them. He wishes they would just talk this through, so that their relationship isn't harmed any further by all of this resentment and uncertainty.
Second, his thoughts travel to those of the drones, even if only briefly. He hopes they're alright, wherever they are, and that they're thinking of him. He could almost imagine trying to raise them like they were his foals, if he had the time and the ability. He most certainly would want to. Maybe he'll see them again, someday. Hopefully it's in a pleasant manner, and not in the field of battle or something like it. ...Huh. What perspective they have given me. All I knew was from fighting them in War, how menacing they seemed to be, and how much of threat they were to ponykind. And now, since I have met those drones, they almost seem like ponies. If only we could all sit down together, and reach that same understanding.
Finally, his thoughts travel to those of his future, or what is left of it. Assuming he does not perish or fail in this mission Skies has given him...what then? He's considered joining with the Black Hooves. It would certainly come with many benefits, and it would be the most direct way to end the fighting that only makes it easier for the Hegemony, but...are they really the best path to peace and a united Equestria? This Duke, he has positioned himself as the sole protector of ponykind in the world, as laughable a proposition as that is. New Marelanders aren't Equestrians. The Black Hooves are a New Marelander creation, not an Equestrian one. They're tailored to the interests of a far-off country, far removed from Equestria, and whether the Duke likes it or not they will not accept mandates from a foreign power that is unaccountable to the Equestrian people (probably why they aren't very popular here, now that he thinks on it). Equestria must be free. Whether that's by working with New Mareland to make both countries stronger or by working alone, it's up to the Black Hooves and the Duke to decide.
He's seen there's still ponies who believe in Equestria, maybe even Harmony as it used to be, before ponies like Comte, before Communism and Socialism, before the never-ending wars of intervention. They're remaining quiet, though, probably waiting for somepony to lead them. As most Equestrians are, they are stronger together, and nopony wants to be the one to step out of line alone. Something needs to be done though, something more than Silver has talked about in the past. Where are Harmonists in Baltimare, I wonder? I am not much of leader, but will I have to be one who takes up reigns, and give these ponies hope for future?
>>98878
Dangit, I was planning on posting half an hour later but you forced my hand!
I wonder if Silver's lack of charisma and the appropriate trait is going to make leadership hard, aside from taking away mechanically the possibility of forming your desired group.
>>98868
Iron nods understandingly at Cauldron and proceeds to poke Pear with his hoof.
"How are you feeling? You were not harmed in any way, were you?"
Dangit, I was planning on posting half an hour later but you forced my hand!
I wonder if Silver's lack of charisma and the appropriate trait is going to make leadership hard, aside from taking away mechanically the possibility of forming your desired group.
>>98868
Iron nods understandingly at Cauldron and proceeds to poke Pear with his hoof.
"How are you feeling? You were not harmed in any way, were you?"
>>98878
The toilet has a bowl thrust forward relative to the tank in a rather pronounced manner, as it is designed for use by quadrupeds.
The night is peculiarly still, almost. The sound of air coming out of the vents, as well as sone fan further off in the distance can be heard, but really, not much else... except maybe Star snoring. The cityscape outside doesn’t offer much in terms of noise pollution. Not this late at night.
>>98879
Pear is staring down. At Iron’s words, she looking up.
“Huh? Oh. No. No, I am okay.”
>>98880
If Star is conscious... or if he isn’t, he’ll feel a little pony in his grasp
The toilet has a bowl thrust forward relative to the tank in a rather pronounced manner, as it is designed for use by quadrupeds.
The night is peculiarly still, almost. The sound of air coming out of the vents, as well as sone fan further off in the distance can be heard, but really, not much else... except maybe Star snoring. The cityscape outside doesn’t offer much in terms of noise pollution. Not this late at night.
>>98879
Pear is staring down. At Iron’s words, she looking up.
“Huh? Oh. No. No, I am okay.”
>>98880
If Star is conscious... or if he isn’t, he’ll feel a little pony in his grasp
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>>98881
Iron is a bit skeptical, remembering how scared she was before meeting up with him and Cauldron. He tries to get a feel for Pear's current emotions and feelings after this particular fight.
"Are you sure?"
>>98881
Iron is a bit skeptical, remembering how scared she was before meeting up with him and Cauldron. He tries to get a feel for Pear's current emotions and feelings after this particular fight.
"Are you sure?"
>>98881
Dark Star cuddles her tighter while still asleepShe can feel the thing that was poking her flank earlier start Rubbing against her,as he lets out a yawn.
Dark Star cuddles her tighter while still asleepShe can feel the thing that was poking her flank earlier start Rubbing against her,as he lets out a yawn.
>>98882
She was unambiguously afraid during the fighting. When the first bullet flew, she dived for cover, and did not look back. Sone of that fear remains in her body, and she is shaking slightly. But her mind seems to have moved on, and she is looking at the map intently.
>>98883
*coo*
She is cuddled, and backs into Star
she moves her rear just a little bit so something can start rubbing against Star as well
She was unambiguously afraid during the fighting. When the first bullet flew, she dived for cover, and did not look back. Sone of that fear remains in her body, and she is shaking slightly. But her mind seems to have moved on, and she is looking at the map intently.
>>98883
*coo*
She is cuddled, and backs into Star
she moves her rear just a little bit so something can start rubbing against Star as well
>>98884
Nodding, he decides to change subject to try and ease her fear.
"What are you searching in that big paper thing you have?"
Nodding, he decides to change subject to try and ease her fear.
"What are you searching in that big paper thing you have?"
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Blue Skies is Best Pony
>>98879
I'll have to hope I can roleplay it. Then again, my own charisma isn't much better than Silver's.
>>98880
Oh, hush, you're making an old pony sleep on the cold hard floor.
>>98881
The quiet certainly helps one to think. As he shakes himself clean, his thoughts turn briefly to his foals, wherever they are. He sends a silent prayer that they're still out there, alive and well, and that he may see them and speak with them before his time is up. No matter how impossible it may seem.
As he silently trots back out into the room, he realizes that there is a disadvantage to having gotten himself "worked up" when there's two other ponies in the room. He hopes the dark will keep it concealed as he makes his way over to the kitchen sink, sticks his head underneath the faucet, and turns it on to drink water right from the tap.
>>98888
Quads of truth.
I'll have to hope I can roleplay it. Then again, my own charisma isn't much better than Silver's.
>>98880
Oh, hush, you're making an old pony sleep on the cold hard floor.
>>98881
The quiet certainly helps one to think. As he shakes himself clean, his thoughts turn briefly to his foals, wherever they are. He sends a silent prayer that they're still out there, alive and well, and that he may see them and speak with them before his time is up. No matter how impossible it may seem.
As he silently trots back out into the room, he realizes that there is a disadvantage to having gotten himself "worked up" when there's two other ponies in the room. He hopes the dark will keep it concealed as he makes his way over to the kitchen sink, sticks his head underneath the faucet, and turns it on to drink water right from the tap.
>>98888
Quads of truth.
>>98890
Iron nods.
"I asked a pony about it. It seems to be going straight through there."
He points where the first set of bandits that held the dog idol had pointed out to him.
"I assume the paper has a drawing of the isolated town we passed through? That could be a landmark to look into."
>>98891
That's what I essentially wanted to do if Iron kicks the bucket: Create a group, maybe a sort of business, and recruit. Get money from business/service, invest in upgrades on said business/service to get even more money and by the time everything's settled, I'll do a Trump and get into office, except that the character is a unicorn mare.
But Iron does not allow for pure business, only fighting business, and he's on the lower end of the bargain.
Iron nods.
"I asked a pony about it. It seems to be going straight through there."
He points where the first set of bandits that held the dog idol had pointed out to him.
"I assume the paper has a drawing of the isolated town we passed through? That could be a landmark to look into."
>>98891
That's what I essentially wanted to do if Iron kicks the bucket: Create a group, maybe a sort of business, and recruit. Get money from business/service, invest in upgrades on said business/service to get even more money and by the time everything's settled, I'll do a Trump and get into office, except that the character is a unicorn mare.
But Iron does not allow for pure business, only fighting business, and he's on the lower end of the bargain.
>>98891
Uh... Doable, but really just barely since this sink is not particularly huge. It helps to have a long head. The water here is filtered enough to lack the mineral taste it often has elsewhere.
>>98892
Skies' rear twitches in kind
>>98893
She points to the map
"I think we're about here. The ruined town isn't really marked, but you can see the large clearing in the foliage here, and the river right here. The temple site must be along this ridgeline over here, on the other side of the valley. There seems to be a path leading from this location to the temple. Not surprising, since the temple probably had worshipers visit from this town at one point. That pathway is probably still viable. I mean, it's not fully overgrown with brush and trees, but it may be used heavily by animals now. Or worse."
Uh... Doable, but really just barely since this sink is not particularly huge. It helps to have a long head. The water here is filtered enough to lack the mineral taste it often has elsewhere.
>>98892
Skies' rear twitches in kind
>>98893
She points to the map
"I think we're about here. The ruined town isn't really marked, but you can see the large clearing in the foliage here, and the river right here. The temple site must be along this ridgeline over here, on the other side of the valley. There seems to be a path leading from this location to the temple. Not surprising, since the temple probably had worshipers visit from this town at one point. That pathway is probably still viable. I mean, it's not fully overgrown with brush and trees, but it may be used heavily by animals now. Or worse."
>>98894
Iron nods.
"So you are searching for another way there to avoid said dangers like animals or these ponies' ambushes?"
Iron nods.
"So you are searching for another way there to avoid said dangers like animals or these ponies' ambushes?"
>>98894
Silver has his fill of water, relieving himself of his dry mouth and much of his headache. He turns the faucet off and wipes his mouth dry with a foreleg. "Ahhhh…"
Three things taken care of. To take care of the last, he trots over to stand at the hoof of the bed. His belly makes quiet sloshing noises with each step, as full of water as it is. He considers the two ponies sleeping, and which side would have the most room for him to lay down in.
Silver has his fill of water, relieving himself of his dry mouth and much of his headache. He turns the faucet off and wipes his mouth dry with a foreleg. "Ahhhh…"
Three things taken care of. To take care of the last, he trots over to stand at the hoof of the bed. His belly makes quiet sloshing noises with each step, as full of water as it is. He considers the two ponies sleeping, and which side would have the most room for him to lay down in.
>>98895
"Well.. I've been looking at paths generally. That path is the quickest, because it has the least foliage in the way, although it looks like we could go along a lake shoreline over here, then up the hill, and along the ridge line as well."
>>98896
Probably Skies' side, as she was closer to the middle when she got in. Star's backside looks unguarded, however
"Well.. I've been looking at paths generally. That path is the quickest, because it has the least foliage in the way, although it looks like we could go along a lake shoreline over here, then up the hill, and along the ridge line as well."
>>98896
Probably Skies' side, as she was closer to the middle when she got in. Star's backside looks unguarded, however
>>98897
Pondering for a bit, Iron tries to remember what path did that maroon coated pony take according to the map.
Pondering for a bit, Iron tries to remember what path did that maroon coated pony take according to the map.
>>98898
He said that it was on the other side of the hill, across the valley, which is true of the description Pear has given. The more direct route would be the pathway.
He said that it was on the other side of the hill, across the valley, which is true of the description Pear has given. The more direct route would be the pathway.
>>98897
Hmmmm... After some deliberation, Silver decides to carefully get into Star's side of the bed, sliding under the covers and getting close to Star.
Hmmmm... After some deliberation, Silver decides to carefully get into Star's side of the bed, sliding under the covers and getting close to Star.
>>98899
I'll assume he went along the quick path, then.
Iron nods.
"I think the scenic route would help us avoid any other of these unfair fights they like to use. We shall go along that one."
He points where the lake path would be, albeit without a lot of precision. With that, he cordially bows to the helpful mare and comes back to Cauldron to see how she's doing with her alchemy.
I'll assume he went along the quick path, then.
Iron nods.
"I think the scenic route would help us avoid any other of these unfair fights they like to use. We shall go along that one."
He points where the lake path would be, albeit without a lot of precision. With that, he cordially bows to the helpful mare and comes back to Cauldron to see how she's doing with her alchemy.
>>98905
Iron smiles.
"I am actually lucky to have somepony who can make the plants heal me, but that also is true."
He peeks over the place she's boiling with a curious expression.
Iron smiles.
"I am actually lucky to have somepony who can make the plants heal me, but that also is true."
He peeks over the place she's boiling with a curious expression.
>>98908
Iron chuckles.
"Cheer up. We are going to have quite a lot of money after this whole ordeal. These tools should be worth as much as," he stares forward for a bit then looks back at Cauldron. "Whatever comparison sounds appealing. We are also taking a scenic route along a lake. It should yield a breed of flowers you may be looking for there."
Iron chuckles.
"Cheer up. We are going to have quite a lot of money after this whole ordeal. These tools should be worth as much as," he stares forward for a bit then looks back at Cauldron. "Whatever comparison sounds appealing. We are also taking a scenic route along a lake. It should yield a breed of flowers you may be looking for there."
>>98913
Iron smiles.
"Now that is more like it."
He ponders for a bit, pulling out an SMG from the bags.
"Say, do you know how these tools work?"
I'm not sure if I should do this, but it may work as a filler for the time being, right? Not sure if Iron would suddenly get to know how guns work through a dream he had.
Iron smiles.
"Now that is more like it."
He ponders for a bit, pulling out an SMG from the bags.
"Say, do you know how these tools work?"
I'm not sure if I should do this, but it may work as a filler for the time being, right? Not sure if Iron would suddenly get to know how guns work through a dream he had.
>>98916
"..." Silver just decides to accept that answer for what it is, regardless of what else it could imply. He settles into the soft bed, letting Star have some room. Even if Silver's Sword might like to spend some time in Star's holster. "Goodnight, Starry."
"..." Silver just decides to accept that answer for what it is, regardless of what else it could imply. He settles into the soft bed, letting Star have some room. Even if Silver's Sword might like to spend some time in Star's holster. "Goodnight, Starry."
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