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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>>100227Dude. Stop. You’ve made an ass of yourself enough already
So how is everyone on this Mother's Day?
>>100233The ultimate master mother.
>>100233She looks so over it.
>>100234That sucks to hear. I hope things get better for you.
>>100236With the exception of conquering new lands and watching her enemies flee before her, she pretty much always is.
>>100237Speaking of, it happened again: Equestria ran out of ponypower during the Great War. Now with proofs and ponypower counts of both Crystal Empire and Changeling Lands to compare.
>>100238Maybe Celestia is sending them elsewhere?
>>100238Okay. I will admit I did see that once since
Is that a Socialist Republic of Longsword flag I see? >>100241I wish EaW had more nations with opportunities to fight back against the Griffin aggressors
>>100242Like an expanded Communist and Fascist path for New Mareland that takes the fight to the Empire after dealing with their troublesome neighbors, or a potential pony uprising in Hellquill should they go down their own Fascist path. Right now, I'd settle for pony Ilgakardijan leader portraits, because it sucks that the only generals you get after the civil war are griffons.
>>100243It’s disheartening to see the Free Tribes of the north, which had been pony territory for a thousand years, including the entire history of the Griffonian Empire, lose a third of their territory to Communist Griffins, then lose a war and get puppeted by Communist Griffins, then get annexed outright by the Griffonian Republic
Our Lands must be preserved!
>>100244To use the language of the filthy Griffon invaders: Ein Reich, Ein Volk, Ein Pony.
Sorry for my absence, I've been working on something.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEE" (translated: "I want to play but I'm stuck watching this bullshit! Bat lives matter!")
>>100245Wait, that sounds germanic. I thought the buggos were the nazis.
>>100246Don't worry, there's nothing happening atm.
>>100247Both Changelings and Griffons use German. It's very interesting, that the two greatest threats to the sovereignty of ponykind speak the same language.
>>100247Changeling lands are Nazi Germany, the Griffonian Empire is The Holy Roman Empire/Hapsburg Austria, and Longsword and Hellquill are the Livonian Order of the Teutonic Knights
>>100246We can wait. Not much has been going on here
>>100249>>100250Strange. I thought they were supposed to be French-like for some reason.
Does that mean that changelings tolerate griffons more than lovable fuzzy horse people?
>>100248>>100250I've been role-playing of a more insidious type
^_~
I'll try and put time into this
>>100252I'm playing TF2 Deathrun to pass time.
Pretty fun to run through a death trap focused on an operative system.
>>100251Nah, the Aquilean Griffons are the French ones. Also, yes. The Griffonian Empire and the Changelings Lands have a military attache from the start of the game. Which you'll notice the Changelings in that screencap don't have because the Empire got demolished by the Entente.
>>100252-_-
I have faith in your insidiousness
>>100251The Changeling Lands have an attaché sent to the Griffonian Empire, and the Griffonian Empire gets several Changeling generals from this.
This doesn’t stop the Changeling Lands from having focused to puppet Nova Griffonia, Aquelia, Wingbardy, and the Griffonian Empire though
>>100255>>100254I guess they don't have a navy to demolish the griffins before the ponies as well as the confidence they won't attack first if they can.
>>100255Okay, I'm done for the night. If stuff is happening on the train, I have a few hours to respond
>>100257Brie’s first experiences going forward would be essentially what is described in
>>100106 >>100258Perfect, getting them to shine a light in his eyes would have been his agenda. He'd be happy to show them that he has a funky cloak, and would have explained that they threatened him in his own cabin and so he resorted to self defense. Afterward, he felt that the rebels (or whoever they were) needed to be stomped on, so he offered his services. He would assume that the police would talk to Oxygen (yes, I'm gonna keep mistaking his name) and that his comments about being sorry for stabbing him would pan out, both in word and in behavior after the fact. Hard to know who is the good guys when you're not affiliated.
>>100259Further questions include:
Why did you stab him?
What happened in the RPO?
Why did you visit the locomotive?
Why were you on the train to begin with?
Are you a Celestia lover?
>>100260I thought he was a threat
(I gotta admit, I'm still a little sketch on what RPO means)
I thought I could help get rid of the intruders
I'm taking a trip with my son and his friend to visit family
I am ambivalent about Celestia
I'm gonna get arrested aren't I? >>100261Setting note: batponies are generally seen perceived as not being too fond of Celestia after that whole Nightmare Moon Equestrian Civil War thing/often perceived as criminals who hide in the night. New Mareland, being relatively more egalitarian and tolerant of ponies, is thought of as less repulsive to Equestrian bat ponies than to most other poniesRPO is railway post office. It means the car with the hole in the side. Brie is in Canterlot station or outside if it.
The pony questioning is an eggshell white Pegasus pony who speaks with a fairly plain central Equestrian accent, the absence of any posh details implying he is from Cloudsdale or Ponyville, now across the Changeling border, or perhaps from the working class of Canterlot, but decidedly not of the elite. He wears a black suit with yellow trimming, and a big black hat with yellow trimming that his smoke grey mane falls out from under. A small flag or symbol of black and gold is wrapped around his upper right foreleg. He must be from Internal Security. Behind him stands a vanilla white (light yellow) Unicorn wearing the same black uniform. He is very young looking, stands straight, but leans forward, occasionally moving forward like he is anxious to do something. He dies not speak, but there is something about his posture that implies he
is Canterlot Borguoise. He takes part in the eye test. Two more ponies, who wear blue uniforms that imply they are from local law enforcement, stand outside, and seem to have no part in the questioning except to provide force if something goes wrong
The Pegasus centers in on the issue of the mail car
“Who attacked the mail car?”
“How did they attack it?”
“What happened before and after the explosion?”
And
“How did you not recognize him as a captain of the IS?”(Internal Security)
“When did you realize he was a captain?”
>>100263How Egalitarian are the Black Hooves?
>>100264Batponies are allowed to be 4 star generals, among other things. But they have essentially no discrimination between pony races.
As for class... well, that’s hard to determine, but at least in the scene before Brie right now it can be seen that a working or middle class pony is senior in their Internal Security organization to the offspring of a bourgeoise or noble family, and both ponies seem to have found the organization worthwhile to volunteer
Of course if you’re not a pony, that’s another matter entirely
>Of course if you’re not a pony, that’s another matter entirely
Hmmmmmmmmmmm
Also, Dark Star should be seeing Sea Breeze soon enough
>>100263How should I know?
They had guns, and apparently used an explosive.
Oh, so you know about the explosion. I helped Ozren retake the engine to get the train going again.
I've never dealt with internal security.
We spoke for a bit.
Are we done here? Are you going to charge me with something?
>>100268He looks around the room a bit, then comes in closer to Brie. For a second time, he shines an obnoxious light in Brie’s eyes.
“Keep them open.”
He pulls the light away, and looks at Brie with a wince
“That will be all. Thank you for your work in fighting off the rebels.”
He turns his light off, then pats Brie’s “son” on the head, which startled him and makes him pull away. He does the same to Brie’s “friend’s son,” but he is more receptive.
The Pegasus starts to move out, while the unicorn looks back with uncertainty at Brie, then to the off-white Pegasus. They start to talk quietly to each other before they even fully leave the room, but leave regardless, with the two local officers following
>>100269I can't believe that worked. Brie smiles at the Lings and winks.
>>100270Bah, bats are blind anyway
Have the police/guards left? Brie wants to talk to the Lings but doesn't want to ruin their cover
>>100272Yes, they leave from outside the room. Judging from the view outside it looks like the train is still stopped in Canterlot station, but the door may be closed
>>100272I'd say they are out of earshot enough for at least whispers
>>100273So where are they now exactly? Still in the cabin room, or somewhere else on the train?
>>100275The reasonable assumption based upon the situation outside is that at least some police and IS are still on the train. Outside the train, a few police are lined up, a pony is being carried out on a stretcher, and IS are talking to ponies
>>100276I mean Brie and the Lings
>>100277They are in their cabin still
>>100278"Bleib sitzen, wir müssen vielleicht gehen." Brie whispers to Kerr and Wesley, while peering out the window at the pony on the stretcher. Does he recognize anything about it?
>>100281It’s the drained pony, of course
>>100282Is he moving and/or conscious?
>>100283He is not moving, and does not look conscious. Neither is the body completely covered
>>100284RIP in pasta, stretcher pone. Hopefully your memory was wiped somehow.
>>100285If he's uncovered, he's probably still alive. Further, they know there's a changeling somewhere.
Fug, the officer patted both the Lings on the head.
Brie opens the cabin door enough to peek out into the corridor.
>>100286There is a pony in officer’s uniform at the very end of the hall (towards the rear of the train) who looks over when the door opens
>>100287>>100286Well, perhaps he doesn’t look over if there he door is merely cracked open, but he seems to be in a good position to observe movement through the corridor
>>100287>>100288The
same officer or a different one?
>>100289Looks like one of the local police officers previously outside of his room
>>100290How's the planning with Iron going?
>>100290Brie obviously and deliberately opens the door to the corridor and looks around until he sees the officer. "Ah, excuse me. Is there any sign of how long it will be before the train is under way?"
>>100292The officer responds
“The train will be underway to Bales shortly. We have a few more interviews to conduct, and some cars to switch out, but then the train shall depart the station. Please remain in your car unless this is your destination.”
>>100293"Absolutely, thank you."
Brie closes the door and starts pacing.
>>100294Assuming Brie remains in the car, after a while - thirty minutes - the car lurches forward, and seems to be in the process of leaving the station
>>100295"Nun, das war ein bisschen zu nahe, um es zu trösten. Trotzdem scheint es gut geklappt zu haben." Brie says to the Lings. He goes over to the door and peeks out again.
>>100296Both Changelings nod, expressing a sort of fear from the whole set of events
Wesley: “Werden wir in der Lage sein, dorthin zu gehen, wo Sie hin wollten?”
Kerr adds
“Also haben sie uns nicht entdeckt? Richtig?”
>>100296There’s are still a number of officers in the station, though f
far fewer. A number of ponies have been given exams that seek to be testing for disguised Changelings, whether these ponies were all departing passengers or just ponies of interest can’t be determined. The train goes further out of the station, and seems to be traveling fast enough to be on its way, rather than simply going to an adjacent field or train yard.
>>100297>>100298"Es sieht so aus. Sie wissen, dass ein "Wechselbalg" an Bord war, aber bei allem Unglück hatten sie keine Zeit, sich eingehend umzusehen. Ich denke, sie hätten nie erwartet, dass ein Nicht-Wechselbalg ein Paar jungetiere Wechselbalgs begleitet."
I trust I don't have to clarify that I DIDN'T type "jungle changing birds"
>>100299At a new bar nowBoth nymphs look more than a little disturbed
It is Kerr who speaks up
“Sind wir jetzt in Sicherheit?”
>>100302"Ja. Wenn wir in unmittelbarer Gefahr wären, würden Sie es wissen. Wir wären wahrscheinlich alle in Hufschellen."
>>100303Kerr nods. Wesley stands up from his position on the floor, and gets up on the bed, trying to curl around Brie in physical contact, and lay down. He is cold to the touch. Kerr keeps his distance, but lays down next to the heater, which is located by the window.
>>100304Brie gives Wesley headpats
>>100305Wesley actually coos like a Pegasus. His ears go up, and he leans into the hoof, he moves around between Brie and the wall
>>100307Brie is so gonna get eated
>>100308Kerr takes interest in the head patting, and looks up over to Brie head raised up. He seems to be contemplating the merits of Brie versus the heater’s air duct
>>100311>the heater's air ductI'm not sure how to interpret that. Still, Brie gives him head-pats too. "Je weiter wir von großen Ponystädten entfernt sind, desto einfacher wird es. Wir hätten nicht damit rechnen können, dass ein Haufen Idioten den Zug entführen wird, aber es ist äußerst unwahrscheinlich, dass derselbe Zug zweimal entführt wird. Und wenn ja, ... . " Brie's voice trails off, and his eyes drift to his new sword. "Ich kann etwas Neues ausprobieren." he finishes.
>>100312I think it's supposed to be the part of the heater where the hot air comes out.
>>100312*Vent
It’s the vent for the heater in the room
>>100313The implication being he's not sure which windbag to snuggle up to? That doesn't help
>>100314Still not helping. Still, headpats
>>100315cuz u warm n fluffeh.
I think that's what the GM wants to compare.
>>100316Yes, bats are fluffy in spite of their reputation
>>100317Kerr has just realized that, it seems.
I wonder what is holding the GM up in confirming Kerr's huggles.
Maybe he may try to take your love subconsciously. >>100318Love? Cease your lies. This is business and nothing more.
>>100319Children are quite sporadic. Who knows? He may mistake business for
Love~ >>100312My phone died...As the hoof stretches out towards Kerr he first pulls his head back, and his ears down briefly. But he looks at Brie with his yellow eyes, then pulls his head forward, towards Brie’s hoof
Wesley pulls himself forward with his forehooves, inching forward with each pull of his hooves, and feeling sort of like a furry ice bag between Brie and the wall on the somewhat cramped bed. He pulls himself under the blanket and pokes his head out:
“Wirst du uns beschützen?” Wesley ask Brie, looking at Brie with big blue eyes.
Goddamn, the Arcturian Order is made up of some tenacious bastards. I'm watching the Dark Crusade from the safety of Starrygrad right now, and the Order has lasted almost a year by holding nothing except the Tarpian Rock. At this rate, they may just be able to finish the Shield of Hope focus and win the war without doing anything else.
Shit, nevermind, attrition finally forced the Order to surrender.
>>100312Outside Brie’s window pass three and four story grey and white buildings with steep roofs of slate and grey brick. Occasionally, the train crosses stone bridges over small rivers, and through green parks. A large rail sometimes a wall, separates the tracks from the stone streets where ponies can be seen walking about their normal business. Every now and then, the larger tower of a church, or the clock tower of the city Rathaus penetrates juts up from the picturesque mass of buildings. Further out from the historical center of the ancient court city, past the area of historical preservation, larger buildings grow - five, ten, fifteen or more stories tall brick and steel office buildings, lower class tenements, and manufactories with big brick smoke stacks. These grow out of the side of a hill, the whole city built on top of a mountain. As the train winds its way down this mountain, a Brie obtains a final look at the large golden towers of the Princess’s castle. This royal mountaintop palace was the administrative center of the Empire of Harmony, an empire that stretched from the river separating Acornage and the Changeling lands to the far west, all the way to the Griffonian Empire’s Wingbardy, separated from the old Dominion by a small river. It is and was visible from most of central Equestria, and can now be seen from two countries.
But the train keeps a rolling, and with a faster pace than the previous day, desperate to prevent the larger political circumstances from infringing too heavily upon its schedule, and its reputation as a fast and regular passenger carrier
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>>100321"Mit der Zeit werden Sie feststellen, dass ich mehr Schutz brauche als Sie. Aber ja, ich werde jeden niederschlagen, der dich bedroht." Brie says finally, giving both Lings headpats.
He's getting eated isn't he? >>100329Wesley pulls himself up, and somewhat over Brie (or under him, if he is sitting up, and looking out the window at the passing scene. For Kerr, this answer seems to be exactly what he wanted to hear, and he comes toward, towards Brie, looking st him, then jumping off n the bed to curl up on the end of the bed near Brie. He too, is ice cold
[1d2+1 = 3]>>100331Normally, bats are (IRL) so I'm suggesting that odd roll = colorblind
>>100330>3Now that that's settled, Brie cranks up the heat in the cabin, since both of 'em are so cold. Even bugs like snuggles
ask me how I know that e_e >>100335Right across from the door is a little beige bob that allows control of the heat. When Brie returns, his two weird cat-things try to snuggle up with him, Wesley again taking the wall, and Kerr, the corner of the bed by the window. He can feel them against his fur. There’s something
endothermic about these ersatz foals.
The train proceeds down the hill at great speed, and levels out into coniferous forest. Whether Brie knows it or not, he has passed the mountain range that divides north and south Equestria, and fall pines dominate where farmland and bare deciduous trees did before.
>>100337Brie grudgingly allows the Lings to snuggle and steal his warmth, his faggot types with a hint of irony, because his body temperature tends to run a little high and has o occasion had his body heat stolen for precisely that reason.
>>100340They like his body heat...
Wesley lays down and snuggles up, while Kerr repositions himself to be partly on top of Brie once Brie lays down
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>>100341Brie rests his hooves on the both of them, recounting the course of the day and how they didn't end up in pony custody somehow. He lost a few more of his favorite blades, but he did pick up a shiny new one. Hopefully next time there's a crisis he doesn't have to hold back so much though.
>>100342The train barrels through dense forests, the same as once his the resting place of the Pillars of Equestria, a light snow starts to fall outside.
It’s more than a little cold in the car. Even with the blanket, it feels cold. The leaves if the trees become more and more dull. Hell, the green floors do the same, as the world fades. It’s been a very long day, and an even longer night. Brie has lost a bit of blood. He’s more than a little tired. From somewhere in his future, Brie can feel a dark wind blowing. But the energy is sapped from him, and he falls asleep
>>100344Not good enough to avoid falling asleep
>>100345It was bound to happen sooner or later
>>100344And thus, with that, Brie loses a sliver of himself, possibly forever, to the Changelings. He wasn't the first to do so, and probably not the last.
Also, it was kind of a self fulfilling prophesy. I initially figured that while changelings would take pretty much any opportunity they got, they basically stripped that pony earlier, and so didn’t really need anything from Brie. Rather, they just wanted physical warmth. But with all the talk, I figured it would be anti-climatic if they didn’t>>100350tastes like cotton candyWell, that’s all for tonight, but Brie has a train stop next time
>>100351I did say 4 hours ago that he was gonna get eated, it comes as no surprise to me
and TBH, I'm surprised that it took this long>>100308 ... aaaaaaand Brie wakes with a start, feeling cold and vulnerable and struggle-snuggled?
>>100353Basically. A large weight on top of his chest, and a crackling sound
>>100355As he regains consciousness, the crackling turns into more of a purring sound. Kerr seems to be literally overtop of Brie, and Wesley is still to the side, emitting a kind of purring sound. More light comes into the cabin from outside, where the scenery transitioned to snow covered pastures and fields of wheat
[1d20+8 = 27]>>100356Brie attempts to remove himself from the bugpile without disturbing them.
Escape artist
>>100357Brie has somehow managed to do the impossible: he has escaped the big pile. Kerr remains curled up, now on the bed
[2d20+10 = 34]>>100358He briefly goes over all his acquired stuff (the shotgun, the carbine, the bits from the vault) and then thoroughly inspects the sword he lifted.
Appraise and Search (both have the same modifier)
He's looking to determine if they're magical or not.
>>100359The short sword is something of a gladus-like design, bladed on both sides, implying it is designed principally to be a stabbing instrument, it is thick enough to give the instrument the integrity needed to act as a slashing weapon. It doesn’t look optimal for utilitarian purposes like husking coconuts, so whoever made it intended it to be either a weapon or a ceremonial tool. The handle has alternating beige and brown rings, and the metal on the side of the handle is a slightly different color than the color of the blade. The metal on the inside glows iridescently, while the metal on the outside is duller and darker. It does indeed seem to be magical, glowing shinny and chrome, a fact that the previous owner tried to hide with an electroplated outer coating
There is also a necklace, a plain ring, a pair of sunglasses, a couple flares
>>100360Flares? As in, emergency roadside?
Brie puts on the sunglasses.
>>100361Yes, roadside flares. Must have been on the floor of the postal car
They seem relatively normal thus far, though they darken his field of view ever so slightly. They seem good for bright environments
>>100362wut
>>100363His future's so bright, he's gotta wear shades
If you curse him so help me,....In silent contemplation, Brie stares out the window at the snow-covered fields.
>>100364It’s pasture land at the moment, with a barn passing further in the distance. A silo sticks out, lonely over the prairies.
>>100365Is Brie in any way conscious of the fact that he got nommed?
As a sidenote, the concept of being snuggled by bugs is not foreign to me. I'm regularly snuggled up against by spooders who like that I'm warm
>>100366A sense of foreboding, a reduced ability to see color (which only really applies to the carpet because everything outside is white), a feeling of being tired (which he should have regardless for obvious reasons, and a feeling of being very cold (which could just be because it’s below freezing outside).
If changelings are cursed with being vampires with nasty bites, they are blessed with the symptoms they bestow on their hosts being ordinary enough for most ponies, awaking hung over, in a cold room, and perhaps already depressed, to not think anything unexpected.
>>100367[i]the idea was the imply that the changelings are cold-blooded, and so seek other sources of heat
>>100368That's generally how bugs work, they like warm things even if they're spoopy and it might get them squishCan Brie tell thereabouts what time it is?
>>100369>>100371>>100372Just be glad you don’t have to deal with bed bugs that grow to be the size of large dogs, as the ponies do.
>>100370At least 10 AM. The sun came up before Brie went to sleep
>>100373Reee, none of the bars are open. Fine, he'll sit and wait for the Lings to wake up on their own.
>>100387Blue is wondering what Gods she pissed off to get two stallions fighting over her like this.
>>100388It’s a character concept that seemed good on paper, but didn’t really work out in practice
>>100394Are you saying she has more...? Or that one of the stallions isn’t big and strong?
>>100395Not Gonna happen
>>100396Could there be more? maybe. I was saying that more than 1 partner is Degenerate and I'm Not gonna be apart of it.
>>100397Gas Silver?
Gas Silver. >>100405>>100404Iron can't really interact with other ponies. While Silver eats meat and seems to be into anything that rids him of loneliness, I don't think he's into pseudonecrophilia.
>>100406I think the term you're looking for is somnophilia.
>>100407That sounds more like I wanted to say.
>>100398If only Dark Star could have a relationship like the one in pic related
Alright, let’s see if I can fight back laziness long enough to actually do something
Dark Star is thinking about how his first attempt at love hasn’t gone the way he wanted, and how Skies isn’t really the pony he thought she was, while preparing to go meet Sea Breaze.
Brie is staring out the window of his train car wearing shades inside in the Winter, looking at the cold and frozen landscape while feeling cold himself.
Iron descends deeper into the underground caverns
>>100416Iron does so, giddy and eager to see why a group of seemingly organized bandits would attack a temple now that he knew it was more like an entrance to the underground.
(Wait. Why
would a group of bandits attack something that resembles more as a cemetery than a place full of treasure?)
His giddiness is slightly tampered by a wave of slight dread at the possible prospects of raiding a god's temple, especially one who controls death or at least the entrance of the underworld.
>>100416>Dark Star is thinking about how his first attempt at love hasn’t gone the way he wanted, and how Skies isn’t really the pony he thought she was,Dark Star is none the wiser, so he still thinks things are fine.
>>100417The ground is uneven and grey. He is in a larger cavern area, and the magic cone of light doesn’t quite go all the way to the wall.
>>100418So... does he go to Sea Breaze?
>>100419Iron goes to the right, feeling that sticking near a wall would be helpful to notify him of any cave size narrowing or expanding, and proceeds to walk along it
if possible.
>>100420He can go so far before he runs into a stream, with water the sound of water passing making clear sounds
>>100421A pony sits at the front desk who, when asked, says that Sea Breaze is in his office and may be seen now.
>>100422Iron cocks his head at the sound, somewhat surprised.
He moves closer to the water and inspects it.
>>100423The stream isn’t all that wide at this point, at most three meters between the edge and the wall, although the possibility that it runs underneath the evident right-wall of the cavern cannot be ruled out. The water is fairly clear. As he shines the light into it, something glimmers back.
>>100424Iron, curious over that is shining back at him, inches his head closer to try and see what's in it.
>>100425It seems to be a couple gold coins. A golden plate as well at the bottom of the cavern stream
>>100422Dark Star Goes to His Office
>>100426Iron's eyes sparkle over the items underwater at the cavern stream.
"It seems we have found some of what the bandits were looking for," he tells the other two ponies. He looks over to Pear.
"Is there anything worth mentioning about the stream?"
>>100428"Well, water falling upon the hill goes through layers of sediment before reaching the bedrock, which in this particular area is made of Limestone, which erodes away from carbonic acid and creates the little underground rivers you see here. But that isn't what you wanted to know, is it? The Marexica tribe of the Neighuatl ponies believed these underground caverns to be entrances to the underworld, or their version of the afterlife. Xibalba. And these little streams were believed to carry the souls of the dead off to there. They would often make offerings to Xibalba, like a coin to ensure safe passage, or sometimes, to send off wealth in the hopes it may be used by loved ones or ancestors in the afterlife. I suspect that is what you are looking at."
>>100427He looks up from his desk, where he seems to have been working on papers.
"Hello, Dark Star"
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>>100429"Hello,Sir."
He Salutes Him
"Is there any thing that needs to be done today?"