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
Shimmering Spark, Onyx Steel, and Brie Achtungsex now make the perilous crossing into the Changeling Lands. In Baltimare, Dark Star prepares for his next big assignement, while Silver concludes his mentoring of traumatized foals. Much further away, Iron stands under jeweled nighttime skies, preparing his next move
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>>106276
Yes. Zebra is scared shitless, looking up at the menacing sky
Pear remains silent, the subtleties of her precise reaction lost to the darkness
Yes. Zebra is scared shitless, looking up at the menacing sky
Pear remains silent, the subtleties of her precise reaction lost to the darkness
>>106277
Iron exhales.
"Now, how to activate the friendship power?" he utters to nopony in particular.
He decides to drag Pear and Grant closer to him and Cauldron.
(I know at least that we should be as close as possible to increase the potential of magic friendship.)
Iron exhales.
"Now, how to activate the friendship power?" he utters to nopony in particular.
He decides to drag Pear and Grant closer to him and Cauldron.
(I know at least that we should be as close as possible to increase the potential of magic friendship.)
>>106278
Uh... sure? Grant is bound and tied more neatly. Pear is only bound on the forelegs, and resists being moved
Uh... sure? Grant is bound and tied more neatly. Pear is only bound on the forelegs, and resists being moved
>>106279
Hey. Iron's trying to figure out the magic of friendship. Cut him some slack.
He stops dragging both of them up to the length of two forelegs between the Iron/Caudlron group and them.
Now he turns to Cauldron, both forelegs wrapped around her neck and resting his head next to hers, pulling her in for a tender yet firm hug.
"Do not fret, for I am here for you."
He gently nuzzles the side of her face he rested his head upon. "We can get through this, Cauldron," he whispers to it.
Hey. Iron's trying to figure out the magic of friendship. Cut him some slack.
He stops dragging both of them up to the length of two forelegs between the Iron/Caudlron group and them.
Now he turns to Cauldron, both forelegs wrapped around her neck and resting his head next to hers, pulling her in for a tender yet firm hug.
"Do not fret, for I am here for you."
He gently nuzzles the side of her face he rested his head upon. "We can get through this, Cauldron," he whispers to it.
>>106280
Some banging from behind and an “umph,” and Cauldron does not seem fully convinced
“The fuck are we going to do?”
Some banging from behind and an “umph,” and Cauldron does not seem fully convinced
“The fuck are we going to do?”
>>106281
"The only thing I can think of is to replicate what happened last time this happened."
His hug only gets tighter, as more nuzzling ensues in an attempt to calm her down.
"It seems the windigos do not like friendship, so the thing we need to do is to tap into the bond we have created between us to drive them away."
"The only thing I can think of is to replicate what happened last time this happened."
His hug only gets tighter, as more nuzzling ensues in an attempt to calm her down.
"It seems the windigos do not like friendship, so the thing we need to do is to tap into the bond we have created between us to drive them away."
>>106283
His head leaves her side to look into her blue eyes.
"Remember when I ate in your restaurant? I could not help but admire you for not ratting me out to the ones you probably considered as comrades. You had no reason to cover me up, but you did."
His head leaves her side to look into her blue eyes.
"Remember when I ate in your restaurant? I could not help but admire you for not ratting me out to the ones you probably considered as comrades. You had no reason to cover me up, but you did."
>>106287
Iron's ears flicker but his gaze does not leave Cauldron's eyes.
"And even after our rough start, you offered me a place to stay. You had no reason to do that, too, but you still did."
He can't help but crack a smile even against the odds of freezing to death for the ramblings of a madmare.
"You cared for me when you did not have to. You went along with doing a silly jog through the night and cooking me your delicious food simply to make me feel better."
A slight tilt of the head as his smile widens, the slight expression of fear somewhat apparent on his face either for being this sappy or the impending freezing.
"I cannot help but try to give back."
Iron's ears flicker but his gaze does not leave Cauldron's eyes.
"And even after our rough start, you offered me a place to stay. You had no reason to do that, too, but you still did."
He can't help but crack a smile even against the odds of freezing to death for the ramblings of a madmare.
"You cared for me when you did not have to. You went along with doing a silly jog through the night and cooking me your delicious food simply to make me feel better."
A slight tilt of the head as his smile widens, the slight expression of fear somewhat apparent on his face either for being this sappy or the impending freezing.
"I cannot help but try to give back."
>>106288
She smiles, warmly in contrast to the cool air
“Yes... yes. And thank you. You’ve been a great help these past few days”
She smiles, warmly in contrast to the cool air
“Yes... yes. And thank you. You’ve been a great help these past few days”
>>106289
Iron can't help but blush a little bit from her response.
"Have I really? At most I breezed through a couple of baddies and only now I am trying to give you a new life."
Iron can't help but blush a little bit from her response.
"Have I really? At most I breezed through a couple of baddies and only now I am trying to give you a new life."
>>106290
“Does my hell mean that much to you?” She asks, blushing
“That you would risk your life for that?”
“Does my hell mean that much to you?” She asks, blushing
“That you would risk your life for that?”
>>106291
Iron smiles, gaze soft yet confident.
"Of course it does, because I care about you, Cauldron. You are worth sacrificing the body over for you to reach a better life."
Iron smiles, gaze soft yet confident.
"Of course it does, because I care about you, Cauldron. You are worth sacrificing the body over for you to reach a better life."
>>106292
“That’s... that’s really nice if you. I don’t think I’ve been helped that way by a stallion outside of my familiar before”
“That’s... that’s really nice if you. I don’t think I’ve been helped that way by a stallion outside of my familiar before”
>>106293
"I am glad I am your first, then."
He goes for another hug, full of those warm and fuzzy feelings of love, from the stomach butterfiles to the intense blush on his face.
"I am also glad to have met you."
"I am glad I am your first, then."
He goes for another hug, full of those warm and fuzzy feelings of love, from the stomach butterfiles to the intense blush on his face.
"I am also glad to have met you."
>>106295
He feels content to simply be there, hugging Cauldron after expressing his feelings of gratitude and fondess of her. A hoof traces along her back, feeling the coarse texture while he dreamily smiles with his eyes closed.
"I am happy to be with you, Cauldron."
He feels content to simply be there, hugging Cauldron after expressing his feelings of gratitude and fondess of her. A hoof traces along her back, feeling the coarse texture while he dreamily smiles with his eyes closed.
"I am happy to be with you, Cauldron."
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>>106298
He reciprocates, lightly pressing his side into her.
He half-opens his eyes, lidded in a serene state of being as he awaits either death or salvation, looking at the convergance of her stripes.
(That is quite fitting in this situation.)
He awaits the feeling of the cold on his coat as he inhales deeply, feeling so light, free and happy.
He reciprocates, lightly pressing his side into her.
He half-opens his eyes, lidded in a serene state of being as he awaits either death or salvation, looking at the convergance of her stripes.
(That is quite fitting in this situation.)
He awaits the feeling of the cold on his coat as he inhales deeply, feeling so light, free and happy.
>>106300
More likely he's hoping this makes the windigos go away, but the revelation of she being into him in such a way makes him so happy he accepts this could be his final moments.
More likely he's hoping this makes the windigos go away, but the revelation of she being into him in such a way makes him so happy he accepts this could be his final moments.
>>106304
For the sake of understanding the scene, what was Iron’s last action with Pear? Was it saying something like “you don’t have love” then trying to make the point more firmly by displaying love with Cauldron? Or did I miss something?
For the sake of understanding the scene, what was Iron’s last action with Pear? Was it saying something like “you don’t have love” then trying to make the point more firmly by displaying love with Cauldron? Or did I miss something?
>>106305
More like she's starved of meaningful pony interaction aka she's lonely.
However, his main reason for the displays of affection is mainly to shoo away the windigos since if he shows companionship and affection, he understood that it drives away the windigos. The fact that Pear has to be a somewhat unwilling witness is a coincidence that could either warm her heart into regretting her decision and telling Iron the solution or make her even angrier in worst case scenario.
More like she's starved of meaningful pony interaction aka she's lonely.
However, his main reason for the displays of affection is mainly to shoo away the windigos since if he shows companionship and affection, he understood that it drives away the windigos. The fact that Pear has to be a somewhat unwilling witness is a coincidence that could either warm her heart into regretting her decision and telling Iron the solution or make her even angrier in worst case scenario.
Were my actions really that surprising?
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Is anypony out there?
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It does anypony want to play?
The lack of responses to GM is quite surprising.
>>106314
May as well continue more of the story...
The clouds eclipsing the moon pass, restoring the light. For much of the past several minutes, the evening star has looked strangely like a dead whale in an open blue and black ocean, set upon by a frenzy of circling white sharks, and bathing the water in its blood - as the celestial body, surrounded by nearby glowing white stars cast a reddish glow upon the whole night. Now, it appears that the Evening Star - which for so long bejeweled the night with its especially yellowish glow, now appears to have bled white and lost its color.
Below the stars the dim white light illuminates a land turned upside-down in a bizarre Saturnalia of weather. The wind continues in quick gusts, and the sound of rustling leaves replaces the former symphony of insect and animal noises of the jungle. All sounds of life have ceased. The dark wind blows from beyond the horizon and from above the thickening clouds, sending a chill wind that strips away the jungle heat that was so stifling just minutes before.
It starts to snow. This is not the light snow of first winter, sending large, fluffy snowflakes children try to catch in their mouths. This is not the dense snow of middle winter that covers the land in a thick blanket. Nor is it like a blizard that whites out the sky in an intense bombardment. It is a light snow. The snow flakes are tiny, the size of the tip of a pen, and the snowfall almost resembles a light drizzle. This snow did not come from any cloud, but from the air itself. The humidity of the jungle itself has frozen as it hung in the air. It now falls upon the palm trees, the bananas, the vines, and other tropical foliage.
All of this takes place around Iron and Cauldron as the grasp each other. Though Iron pays attention to none of it, some of it is felt, seen, or intuited regardless. But for all of that, the most interesting thing to take place unbeknownst to Iron over the past several minutes has taken place on the ground.
When Iron had Cauldron tie Pear, she tied her forelegs together. The reas legs were not tied down, nor her forelegs to her chest. When Iron moved Pear, she struggled to the greater extent When Iron locked his eyes on Cauldron, he abandoned his watch over the unsecured prisoner. Even as the quadruped was not able to right herself, she slinked away, inch by inch. She new that in the short grass on the rocky outcropping, not far off, lay the sharped obsidian. She dropped the piece of the Macuahuitl when she went to taught Dr. Grant. She knew approximately where it was. When she reached the still blood soaked glass shard, she rubbed the tie against it. Obsidian breaks along neat fissures, but it does not break as cleanly as polished steel. Along those sharp edges are tiny inconsistencies that give the glass blade an almost serrated quality. All the better for Pear, as it cuts rope nearly as well as it does throats. Soon enough, Pear is free. She does not hide her tail any longer
May as well continue more of the story...
The clouds eclipsing the moon pass, restoring the light. For much of the past several minutes, the evening star has looked strangely like a dead whale in an open blue and black ocean, set upon by a frenzy of circling white sharks, and bathing the water in its blood - as the celestial body, surrounded by nearby glowing white stars cast a reddish glow upon the whole night. Now, it appears that the Evening Star - which for so long bejeweled the night with its especially yellowish glow, now appears to have bled white and lost its color.
Below the stars the dim white light illuminates a land turned upside-down in a bizarre Saturnalia of weather. The wind continues in quick gusts, and the sound of rustling leaves replaces the former symphony of insect and animal noises of the jungle. All sounds of life have ceased. The dark wind blows from beyond the horizon and from above the thickening clouds, sending a chill wind that strips away the jungle heat that was so stifling just minutes before.
It starts to snow. This is not the light snow of first winter, sending large, fluffy snowflakes children try to catch in their mouths. This is not the dense snow of middle winter that covers the land in a thick blanket. Nor is it like a blizard that whites out the sky in an intense bombardment. It is a light snow. The snow flakes are tiny, the size of the tip of a pen, and the snowfall almost resembles a light drizzle. This snow did not come from any cloud, but from the air itself. The humidity of the jungle itself has frozen as it hung in the air. It now falls upon the palm trees, the bananas, the vines, and other tropical foliage.
All of this takes place around Iron and Cauldron as the grasp each other. Though Iron pays attention to none of it, some of it is felt, seen, or intuited regardless. But for all of that, the most interesting thing to take place unbeknownst to Iron over the past several minutes has taken place on the ground.
When Iron had Cauldron tie Pear, she tied her forelegs together. The reas legs were not tied down, nor her forelegs to her chest. When Iron moved Pear, she struggled to the greater extent When Iron locked his eyes on Cauldron, he abandoned his watch over the unsecured prisoner. Even as the quadruped was not able to right herself, she slinked away, inch by inch. She new that in the short grass on the rocky outcropping, not far off, lay the sharped obsidian. She dropped the piece of the Macuahuitl when she went to taught Dr. Grant. She knew approximately where it was. When she reached the still blood soaked glass shard, she rubbed the tie against it. Obsidian breaks along neat fissures, but it does not break as cleanly as polished steel. Along those sharp edges are tiny inconsistencies that give the glass blade an almost serrated quality. All the better for Pear, as it cuts rope nearly as well as it does throats. Soon enough, Pear is free. She does not hide her tail any longer
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>>106318
Indeed he is. Speaking of, Silver works the bolt on his rifle, and fires again.
>>106318
Indeed he is. Speaking of, Silver works the bolt on his rifle, and fires again.
>>106317
Uh oh, yet again. This is what I get from panicking.
Iron ears flicker at the little snowflakes falling on them.
(Wait a second, why have I not heard any sort of monster screech all this time? It should have appeared by now that it has entered this stage, right?)
Iron cracks an eye open to watch the still empty but snowy surroundings.
Uh oh, yet again. This is what I get from panicking.
Iron ears flicker at the little snowflakes falling on them.
(Wait a second, why have I not heard any sort of monster screech all this time? It should have appeared by now that it has entered this stage, right?)
Iron cracks an eye open to watch the still empty but snowy surroundings.
>>106323
Iron won't admit it, but he flinches a little bit when the presumed Pear uttered those words.
He slowly cranes his head back to the voice, uneasy and conflicted from the partial validity of her ideas his action has given her.
"I wanted it to be a surprise when we got back."
Iron won't admit it, but he flinches a little bit when the presumed Pear uttered those words.
He slowly cranes his head back to the voice, uneasy and conflicted from the partial validity of her ideas his action has given her.
"I wanted it to be a surprise when we got back."
>>106324
“Only when you have no time left, do you discover you have time enough for love. Those pots of gold and jewelry don’t matter so much anymore, do they now?”
“Only when you have no time left, do you discover you have time enough for love. Those pots of gold and jewelry don’t matter so much anymore, do they now?”
>>106325
"I suppose they do not when faced with possible imminent death from ghost things that freeze you unless you go out of the way to display affection."
He looks back to the somewhat peaceful Cauldron.
"But the pots grant us the ability to influence the world around us for the betterment of the holders. To expand the available options a pony can decide on. Of course I will not care when death is close, since we would never have the chance to use it for our goals."
"I suppose they do not when faced with possible imminent death from ghost things that freeze you unless you go out of the way to display affection."
He looks back to the somewhat peaceful Cauldron.
"But the pots grant us the ability to influence the world around us for the betterment of the holders. To expand the available options a pony can decide on. Of course I will not care when death is close, since we would never have the chance to use it for our goals."
>>106326
“You’ve been ‘influencing the world around you’ the whole day. Already have several murders, desecration of a grave site, destruction of a temple, and not a dime in liquid cash. All that and you still didn’t think you were close to completing your goal of love. Do you need money to be a friend? Do you need big pots of gold to buy love? And if you really think you do, was love or friendship really your goal?”
“You’ve been ‘influencing the world around you’ the whole day. Already have several murders, desecration of a grave site, destruction of a temple, and not a dime in liquid cash. All that and you still didn’t think you were close to completing your goal of love. Do you need money to be a friend? Do you need big pots of gold to buy love? And if you really think you do, was love or friendship really your goal?”
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