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.
The long train ride from Baltimare to Bales has been interrupted by a group of partisan fighters, claiming to be looking for none other than Pinkie Pie, who has been kept prisoner since the end of the war. They don't seem to have found their prize, but they do seem to have found a very pissed off Brie, Onyx, and Spark, as well as another Bat Pony, and both groups have been interrupted by a new set of intruders. In Baltimare, Silver, Dark Star, and Iron await a new and uncertain dawn.
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>>100126Ah ha! The coup de grace hath been striken! Surrender your mares and you shall live without more pokes!
[1d20 = 12]>>100127Never give in! Never surrender!
[1d20 = 7]>>100128GAH! You cunning pony! Thou hast spirit to spare! Fine! I shall poke you to submission!
[1d20 = 14]>>100129Aha! It appears thine dice god have forsaken thou! Have at you!
[1d20 = 4]>>100130OOF! Nay! I shan't lose faith to the dice god! He will deliver thou to your demise for your blasphemy, cretin!
[1d20 = 3]>>100131Your hubris is an affront to thine dice god. Shall we continue, or has thou realized the fault in thine ways?
[1d20 = 6]>>100132Ha ha! You have spouted your blasphemous rhetoric for far too long! Thou shall receive the wrath of the dice god for your disrespectful dismissal of his existence!
>>100133Hmm. It appears we are at stalemate. Shall we call a truce, while we still have
some favor with our deities?
>>100135Oh hey. Just goofing around. Ready to keep going?
>>100134I agree. I believe there is a hidden meaning in this encounter we must mull over. For now, we shall face the trails each one of us has ahead.
>>100135Just a fair bit of sport, my fine fellow!
>>100145Sadly, I can't into inconsequential RP. Don't want to prematurely reach bump limit.
Probably GM will be here in about 3 to 4 hours.[He might make me eat these words if he suddenly responds
>>100147Well shit. Words for dinner tonight.
Maybe. Your ID makes me doubtful So yes, Dark Dtar is free to do his next thing. Iron should be finishing up his adventure though I hope I don’t fuck up this ending
Brie should be starting his day, hopefully arriving in Bales.
I don’t generally want to question any actions of characters, but I’m unsure about the wisdom of staying up the remainder of the train ride. Obviously it would prevent being completely snuck up on, but the only place that would be particularly likely is upon arrival in a station, meaning it would only be necessary to be awake in the 5 or so minutes prior to arrival in the station. I would think the train would awaken passengers through an intercom anyways, so they don’t miss their stop. Brie’s weird cat-things should be able to give him at least some notice of any intruder entering the room. Not sleeping runs the real possibility if being fatigued later, and most importantly, prevents healing of wounds
>>100149I can't right at this moment but
soonJust to make sure we are in the same page, it would continue after Iron knocks the barely hit pony while Cauldron gunned down the other, right?
>>100150Yes. The immediate danger is cleared, although with loud as hell gunshots
>>100151Alright, laptop is up but is being held by phone wifi. Ready to start?
>>100149Dark Star kisses Blue then says
"I gotta go talk to sea breeze."
>>100154Iron decides to pick up some rope and tie the now unconscious pony in order to neutralize him for the time being.
After this, he cranes his head towards the entrance in front of him.
"Pear, do you remember if there were any traps from that entrance onwards?"
>>100155"Inside of the temple? You must understand that these temples are not full temples, like the pyramids to the sungoddess elsewhere in the valley. These are stone slabs of basalt placed over caverns that lead into undergound watershed and rivers - believed by the Neighuatl to be entrances to the underworld. There should be no traps in the conventional sense, but that is not to say there is no danger."
>>100156Iron nods.
"I am simply making sure."
With that, he walks inside. He is a bit anxious over the dangers of entering a place where the dead go to the underworld, but knows that he has to beat up that maroon colored stallion that threatens the entire group. Besides, he could get some money from this whole endeavour and he's not one to back away from profit.
>>100157Do you want unprovoked knowledge tidbits from Pear, ask more questions, or just go in raw without commentary and only receive descriptions?As stated before, the temple seems to be built with large stone slabs of pure black, maybe two feet thick, four feet across, and eight feet long... err, 2/3 of a meter thick, more than a meter across and two and a half meters long. The blocks seem to be overlapped by some unknown arcane means, and there is a flat roof above an entrance some 20ft/ 6 meters wide, and 10ft/3 meters high. To each side are recessed little portions of the wall, perhaps as many as three recesses on each side. Some of these are in the wall, recessed like a book shelf. Some are layered, like a flight of stairs almost. For this area, natural light comes inside from a setting sun, illuminating this portion with a reddish light. Some of the recesses have decayed plant matter, sone of them have pottery. Sone are simply empty.
>>100158Unprovoked tidbits, please.Iron decides to inspect the pottery more closely.
>>100159“Small little gifts to deceased ancestors would sometimes be placed around the entrance of these temples”
The pot is circular with a convex middle section, and a a rim that extends outwards. There are no handles. It’s a beige color that looks like the original color of the fired clay, but with a very faded blue band around the center. All in all, it isn’t that fancy
>>100160Iron feels like he shouldn't mess with this pottery, even though it could be worth a fortune. Otherwise, the gods may see him in a bad light and not help out from what Pear had just said. He shakes his head, opting to see the decaying plants instead. Maybe some could be useful to Cauldron and not be decayed.
>>100161The piece of plant matter are black, and fairly long
Cauldron adds
“Looks like it used to be a plucked flower”
>>100162Iron nods. He must be careful not to disturb these presents of the dead or else the gods will probably not help him.
He walks over to the entrance to see what's inside.
>>100163Didn’t he already go through the entrance?
>>100164Did he? Shit. I thought there was another room inside this temple.Iron blinks in confusion. "Why would the guards guard a graveyard?" he utters.
>>100165“I don’t know... maybe they thought the idols themselves were valuable. Maybe they were looking for gold tossed into the cistern. Maybe they didn’t understand what was here. Maybe they just wanted to rob
us.”
>>100166Iron furrows his brow.
"This does not seem right. Are you sure this is the whole temple?"
>>100167“Of course it isn’t. It extends into the cavern.”
>>100168"Oh."
Iron slaps himself on the face to try and shake off the lack of attention he's currently having. He looks further into the caverns and continues walking there.
>>100169The floor at the entrance looks artificial or carved, being perfectly flat. As he goes further, the ground becomes tougher and uneven. He also strays away from the increasingly dim twilight outside. It becomes black. The air becomes cooler, more moist.
Iron may need light to continue deeper
>>100170Iron hums, actually rather stumpted on how to light the way. He knows that tripping himself up is going to be a likely outcome, and falling over dead pony's gifts is a sureway to lose the gods' cooperation. He looks back towards the group. "Does anyone of you have anything to see through the darkness?"
>>100171Cauldron pulls a flashlight from her pack, and turns on the black instrument, projecting a cone of light some feet forward
Pear: “I lost mine when the bandits attacked”
>>100172Íron nods, slightly relieved Cauldron has magic to light the way, albeit in a short cone.
(It will have to do.)
He looks to Cauldron.
"Use some of your rope to tie your cone of magic light to my head."
>>100173“... okay”
She takes some twine, and wraps the flashlight around Iron’s head as instructed
>>100174Item acquired: Earth Poner Horn! (Only a literal light show)
Iron, now having light in front of him, startst the trek again. He mostly looks at the ground by the off chance he could step on as he continues his travel further deep into the cavern.
>>100175The pathway is fairly narrow, maybe two meters in width at most points, although varying. it proceeds downwards, but unevenly. Indeed, the ground is fairly uneven. Mostly the roof of this path is free of obstacles. Iron can only really see to his side, not in front of him
>>100175"What are you looking for?"
Pear asks
>>100176W0t? Why my side?Iron tries to the best of his ability to climb down this uneven and slightly steep terrain.
>>100177He looks back at Pear.
"I would believe the boss would be inside, overseeing whatever process may be down here. Who knows? Maybe he has found something of value and is currently fawning over it."
>>100178He can see in front of him, but not to his sides
"I would think he would fawn in a more well lit location"
At this point, the air becomes noticeably moist, and the cavern opens into something wider
>>100179"Maybe there is light at the end of this cavern."
Iron steps forth, slightly excited for what's coming.
>>100180Hmmm... I think this may need to wait until tomorrow to make sure it is done right
>>100181Sure thing.
Iron's giddiness needs to be charged.
Here’s a video that explains a small portion of my frustration with Naval Combat after the update:
https://youtu.be/UjI4fW8mBgg>>100188Oof. Here I thought land-based combat was complex
Things have been quiet on this Saturday.
>>100190Sometimes, there is a need for silence to reminisce.
>>100192You know what goes well with silence? Action.
Boop. >>100195I have robbed Silver of his snout with a boop.
Think you're up to the finale of Iron's somewhat wet dream?
>>100195Saw something happen in a game of EaW I've never seen happen before: Nova Griffonia never went to war with Virgilia.
>>100196And thus Iron is the victor in the Iron-Silver War
I’m not certain. I think there is a good chance I can do a segment tonight, but perhaps not immediately.
>>100197Don’t they
have to go to war and keep Nova Griffonia off for two months to gain independence?
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>>100198Nope. Somehow, they never went to war, and they were both allowed to go down their focus trees as if they had won the civil war.
>>100198I can feel the hype!
Silver has been annexed, granting me pickles and light. Only drawback is that he keeps rubbing me and calling me Master for some reason. I'm younger than he is, how come
I am the Master?
Definitely non-canon. >>100200>>100200Your Silver engages in rubbing and other contact because he’s fairly tactile, and uses touching as a way of interacting with other equines. As for if he is calling you master... just as well, considering that he can get a little “aggressive” when he’s the master.
>>100199Okay... that’s probably a bug
>>100201Oh. My Silver didn't come with a manual, so I had no idea he did that. While I like having light and pickles, is there any way to lessen the amount of rubbing? He's rubbing my Cauldron a bit too much and I'm getting quite nervous that he'll try to... place himself as a 'master' to her, as you've stated.
>>100202Sadly, there’s not too much you can do in that regard
>>100204Drat. I think I'll have to buy the cone and some water sprayer if that's the case.
>>100205>>100205If he gets too aggressive, spritz him with water loaded into a spray bottle
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>>100206I had tried it, but then he got so down. He wouldn't even stand up to greet me whenever I came back from destroying a bandit camp, even when I brought little balls of fish meat he seems to like. Seeing my Silver so depressed is so saddening.
>>100208I guess that it has to be done in order to preserve my Cauldron's ownership. I'll need to hug her after a while for how bad I'll feel. Maybe she'll like them.
>>100209If I feel bad for spraying my Silver with water, I'd definitely feel worse if I were to use a toy gun.
>>100207What even is this post supposed to mean?
>>100213>>99926Okay, so in the normal use of the English language the word “heel” refers either to the area below the ankle in the foot in human anatomy, or a command to a dog to to follow closely. However, looking it up, I was able to find that the term is used in professional wrestling to refer to a designated villain - a character designed to be hated by the audience. Maybe the post is saying Skies is an I likable character? But moreso, the “best” unlikable character? Searching through urban dictionary I found an entry that makes more sense: a heel as a person who “behaves poorly, especially towards a woman.” If this is the meaning used, it refers to Silver, as the post is made in response to Skies believing a statement made by Silver - intended to be a joke - as Silver mocking her values. Which of course happens pretty regularly for Silver, thus making him “best heel.”
>>100215The second definition sounds way better so we'll go with that.
>>100217Iron Makes a great Heel Tbh
>>100219I can absolutely see him as the designated villain in a professional wrestling match
>>100220Macho Pony:Iron Savge. Ooooooh Yeah
>>100220>>100221Do you smell what the Stone is cooking?
>>100223Uh... you seem to have placed your lower lips further down than usual, making your mouth open slightly as if to show you're hungry maybe?
>>100225Wait, now you've closed it. Hrm.
Maybe it means you need to wash your teeth? They are quite exposed to brushie time.