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.
/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal
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>>97319
No. I meant that you were with Spark when the knocking happened. They pretty much introduced themselves as resistance fighters.
No. I meant that you were with Spark when the knocking happened. They pretty much introduced themselves as resistance fighters.
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>>97329
Brie reverts to the Corporal's appearance. "Gut. Verkleide dich als Ponys in diesen Uniformen und komm mit mir."
Brie reverts to the Corporal's appearance. "Gut. Verkleide dich als Ponys in diesen Uniformen und komm mit mir."
>>97330
The nymphs try to adopt larger forms - Kerr, into a White pegasus, and Wesley into a grey Unicorn... not necessarily any just any grey unicorn. However, both don't seem to quite have the size right, looking like maybe teenagers. They are larger than their normal forms, so obviously they are not limited to their true size, but at the same time, being as large as a full adult proves elusive to the two. Kerr plagiarizes Brie's uniform, and Wesley uses the pink mare's arm band
The nymphs try to adopt larger forms - Kerr, into a White pegasus, and Wesley into a grey Unicorn... not necessarily any just any grey unicorn. However, both don't seem to quite have the size right, looking like maybe teenagers. They are larger than their normal forms, so obviously they are not limited to their true size, but at the same time, being as large as a full adult proves elusive to the two. Kerr plagiarizes Brie's uniform, and Wesley uses the pink mare's arm band
>>97331
That'll do. "Okay, folge mir nach. Wir werden sehen, was wir herausfinden können, wer sie suchen, und mit etwas Glück finden wir ein paar Ponys, von denen Sie sich ernähren können."
That'll do. "Okay, folge mir nach. Wir werden sehen, was wir herausfinden können, wer sie suchen, und mit etwas Glück finden wir ein paar Ponys, von denen Sie sich ernähren können."
>>97332
Again, they look just a little too young... but it'll have to do.
The two nymph's eyes briefly glow blue green, and Wesley almost starts to drool before they follow Brie. Kerr asks
"Okay, wie viel dürfen wir ihnen nehmen?"
Again, they look just a little too young... but it'll have to do.
The two nymph's eyes briefly glow blue green, and Wesley almost starts to drool before they follow Brie. Kerr asks
"Okay, wie viel dürfen wir ihnen nehmen?"
>>97333
"Töte sie nicht, aber füttere sie auf jeden Fall. Wir müssen möglicherweise den Zug verlassen. Wenn wir das tun, weiß ich nicht, wie lange es dauern wird, bis Sie wieder füttern können."
"Töte sie nicht, aber füttere sie auf jeden Fall. Wir müssen möglicherweise den Zug verlassen. Wenn wir das tun, weiß ich nicht, wie lange es dauern wird, bis Sie wieder füttern können."
>>97336
"Herrlich. Folge mir dann. Ich werde Sie wissen lassen, ob die Situation es Ihnen ermöglicht zu ernähren."
Brie leads them back into the corridor, and knocks firmly on the next door in line.
"Herrlich. Folge mir dann. Ich werde Sie wissen lassen, ob die Situation es Ihnen ermöglicht zu ernähren."
Brie leads them back into the corridor, and knocks firmly on the next door in line.
>>97338
A chalkish colored grey-white earth pony opens the door and looks out
"Didn't you already search here?"
A chalkish colored grey-white earth pony opens the door and looks out
"Didn't you already search here?"
>>97339
"I'll ask the questions." Brie attempts to push his way into the cabin.
Fug, shoulda grabbed the carbine
"I'll ask the questions." Brie attempts to push his way into the cabin.
Fug, shoulda grabbed the carbine
>>97347
Actually, no. the difference is that Brie's room is special for having enough room both for the bed that lays perpendicular to the window, but also another one that is horizontal to the window. This cabin only has the couch that allows a bed to come down, plus the bathroom and a smaller chair. So slightly smaller
Actually, no. the difference is that Brie's room is special for having enough room both for the bed that lays perpendicular to the window, but also another one that is horizontal to the window. This cabin only has the couch that allows a bed to come down, plus the bathroom and a smaller chair. So slightly smaller
>>97353
Brie walks to the door and plants himself in front of it. He slowly pulls out two of his throwing knives while saying: "Very well. I'm going to give you a choice. You can allow these two to feed on you, and you will live to recover from it, or you can attempt to call out for help and I will kill you. I don't want your life and neither do they, so please don't make me take it.
Brie walks to the door and plants himself in front of it. He slowly pulls out two of his throwing knives while saying: "Very well. I'm going to give you a choice. You can allow these two to feed on you, and you will live to recover from it, or you can attempt to call out for help and I will kill you. I don't want your life and neither do they, so please don't make me take it.
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Somewhere on the train, a crystal masquerading as horse wakes with a hangover
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>>97361
The two nymphs walked forward, just a couple feet away from the Stallion and to each side, definitively pinning him in the back of the cabin.
He has a look of absolute horror on his face. Brie's words had been enough to let him know exactly what was going to happen to him - or at least, to imagine what was going to happen to him. He had probably never experienced it. Though there is nowhere to run, he backs up against teh window, then falls on his back, shaking. He spread his hooves apart, then holds them up... as if that would some how protect him. His eyes widen as his pupils shrink to nearly nothing in anticipation of what follows.
Kerr knows by instinct and by experience - and for that matter, by Brie's words - that he may not have the chance to eat for another two months. He may never eat again. Without faith in a stable future, he looks upon the meal before him. There's more fear than love on the surface. Hopefully, he when he can break through to what lies beneath - dig into this pony's soul and inner core - he'll find more palatable feelings.
Wesley is the closest to feeling any kind of empathy. Looking at the expression on this pony, who is backed into a corner and will soon be drained of any joy, Wesley can almost imagine himself in the same position. Almost. Wesley isn't really hungry, having fed many times earlier in the day. But if that pony is going to be drained for all he has, Wesley was going to make damned sure he got his 50%.
Kerr starts, moving forward, and sucking out a stream of purple magic from the pony. Wesley moves forward and sucks out a larger stream, prompting Kerr to up his take as well. The pony rwrithes in evident agony, and looks up at the roof of the car, before starting to flail his limbs about. He tries to cry out, but nothing more than a little air comes out. Whether he is silent for fear of Brie, or because the ability to cry has literally been taken from him is hard to tell. The magic itself gives off a light, almost lighting up the room, as the ponie's coat - already a grey - becomes even duller. His coat sticks closer to his chest as it looks as if he becomes more emaciated. It's almost like he is aging before them. He collapses on the floor, his tongue hanging out as his eyes remain open. The two changelings continue to suck on his for several seconds after that, only eventually stopping.
It's not entirely clear they obeyed the whole "don't kill him" part
>>97364
Don't worry. There's still plenty of shit left to go down
>>97361
The two nymphs walked forward, just a couple feet away from the Stallion and to each side, definitively pinning him in the back of the cabin.
He has a look of absolute horror on his face. Brie's words had been enough to let him know exactly what was going to happen to him - or at least, to imagine what was going to happen to him. He had probably never experienced it. Though there is nowhere to run, he backs up against teh window, then falls on his back, shaking. He spread his hooves apart, then holds them up... as if that would some how protect him. His eyes widen as his pupils shrink to nearly nothing in anticipation of what follows.
Kerr knows by instinct and by experience - and for that matter, by Brie's words - that he may not have the chance to eat for another two months. He may never eat again. Without faith in a stable future, he looks upon the meal before him. There's more fear than love on the surface. Hopefully, he when he can break through to what lies beneath - dig into this pony's soul and inner core - he'll find more palatable feelings.
Wesley is the closest to feeling any kind of empathy. Looking at the expression on this pony, who is backed into a corner and will soon be drained of any joy, Wesley can almost imagine himself in the same position. Almost. Wesley isn't really hungry, having fed many times earlier in the day. But if that pony is going to be drained for all he has, Wesley was going to make damned sure he got his 50%.
Kerr starts, moving forward, and sucking out a stream of purple magic from the pony. Wesley moves forward and sucks out a larger stream, prompting Kerr to up his take as well. The pony rwrithes in evident agony, and looks up at the roof of the car, before starting to flail his limbs about. He tries to cry out, but nothing more than a little air comes out. Whether he is silent for fear of Brie, or because the ability to cry has literally been taken from him is hard to tell. The magic itself gives off a light, almost lighting up the room, as the ponie's coat - already a grey - becomes even duller. His coat sticks closer to his chest as it looks as if he becomes more emaciated. It's almost like he is aging before them. He collapses on the floor, his tongue hanging out as his eyes remain open. The two changelings continue to suck on his for several seconds after that, only eventually stopping.
It's not entirely clear they obeyed the whole "don't kill him" part
>>97364
Don't worry. There's still plenty of shit left to go down
>>97372
Kerr looks over at the pony lying on the floor, and taps him with a hoof
"Ja. Ihm wird es schon gut gehen."
Kerr looks over at the pony lying on the floor, and taps him with a hoof
"Ja. Ihm wird es schon gut gehen."
>>97377
Before leaving, Brie places the stallion onto the bed and tucks him in.
"Best to give him the appearance of sleeping" he Eeee's to himself, before leading the Lings back into the cabin.
Pointing to the carbine, Brie asks "Jeder von euch weiß, wie man eine davon benutzt?"
Before leaving, Brie places the stallion onto the bed and tucks him in.
"Best to give him the appearance of sleeping" he Eeee's to himself, before leading the Lings back into the cabin.
Pointing to the carbine, Brie asks "Jeder von euch weiß, wie man eine davon benutzt?"
>>97378
The stallion’s eyes remain open, but he is able to be placed on the bed. He looks almost emaciated.
Kerr and Wesley go back into the room. Wesley says:
“Ich habe noch nie einen erschossen.”
He struggles to hold the carbine with glowing green telejenisus energy. Kerr, meanwhile, is examining and prodding the other rifle
“Wie halte ich eine Schusswaffe mit Hufen?”
The stallion’s eyes remain open, but he is able to be placed on the bed. He looks almost emaciated.
Kerr and Wesley go back into the room. Wesley says:
“Ich habe noch nie einen erschossen.”
He struggles to hold the carbine with glowing green telejenisus energy. Kerr, meanwhile, is examining and prodding the other rifle
“Wie halte ich eine Schusswaffe mit Hufen?”
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