Set six years after season 6, Occupied Equestria presents an alternative history where Chrysalis chose a different approach to her second attack on Equestria. The Changelings have conquered half of Equestria, while a former Equestrian colony - soured to Princesses notion of harmony with all creatures thank to their dealing with griffins - Invaded and took the other half. In Baltimare and the Equestruan Southlands, the magic of friendship has weakened, as Communists, Changeling infiltrators, Fascists, gangs, and even ancient necormancers and dark gods threaten the city and the surrounding regions. 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.
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[1d20+10 = 29]
[1d20+10 = 24]
>>83206
Yep.
Iron is horrified to note that he can't shake off the goo but feels weird when the rubber texture and actually good taste kick in. What is this? Nevertheless, he is not going to give up just yet. He attempts to take out the invading dicks to the best of his abilities while covered in the third pretend mare. Rolling grapple checks to take out those dicks off of him.
[1d20+10 = 24]
>>83206
Yep.
Iron is horrified to note that he can't shake off the goo but feels weird when the rubber texture and actually good taste kick in. What is this? Nevertheless, he is not going to give up just yet. He attempts to take out the invading dicks to the best of his abilities while covered in the third pretend mare. Rolling grapple checks to take out those dicks off of him.
>>83208
Either destroy the dicks inside of him with some clenching which is highly unlikely or push them out with some muscle movements.
Either destroy the dicks inside of him with some clenching which is highly unlikely or push them out with some muscle movements.
[10d20 = 99]
[10d20 = 72]
>>83207
The Unicorn has had enough of this.
With her cacophany of tendrils she tries to grapple Iron into submission. The Pegasus, for her part, does the same. The Earth Pony grabs onto Iron like a giant amoeba
[10d20 = 72]
>>83207
The Unicorn has had enough of this.
With her cacophany of tendrils she tries to grapple Iron into submission. The Pegasus, for her part, does the same. The Earth Pony grabs onto Iron like a giant amoeba
They realize that a new approach is necessary for this particular target
"A fiesty one you are"
"A fiesty one you are"
"A fiesty one you are"
The unicorn lowers down for a kiss, and the pegasus moves to place a hoof into Iron
"A fiesty one you are"
"A fiesty one you are"
"A fiesty one you are"
The unicorn lowers down for a kiss, and the pegasus moves to place a hoof into Iron
[1d20+6 = 10]
[1d20+10 = 21]
>>83217
>Anus of steel
>swallow a penis into his rectum
I chuckled
>>83218
Iron attempts to fight off the kiss and hoof by the assaulting mares. "You want me to recede? Then stop trying to rape me and grow my dick already to fuck you all in your pussies!" Rolling grapple to miss the kiss and unarmed jab to bat off the hoof.
[1d20+10 = 21]
>>83217
>Anus of steel
>swallow a penis into his rectum
I chuckled
>>83218
Iron attempts to fight off the kiss and hoof by the assaulting mares. "You want me to recede? Then stop trying to rape me and grow my dick already to fuck you all in your pussies!" Rolling grapple to miss the kiss and unarmed jab to bat off the hoof.
>>83219
>>83221
Iron is able to kick away the pegasus on his rear
What he cannot do, is avoid the unicorn in front of him
With big black eyes, a mouth as wide as a plate, a tongue as long as a garden hose, and pencil like teeth, the unicorn kisses Iron. What happens when she makes contact is that her flesh dissolves into the wet and oily liquid that runs through Iron's mouth, into his throat, as well as onto his muzzle, and into his nostrils. The oil is seeping inside of him
>>83221
Iron is able to kick away the pegasus on his rear
What he cannot do, is avoid the unicorn in front of him
With big black eyes, a mouth as wide as a plate, a tongue as long as a garden hose, and pencil like teeth, the unicorn kisses Iron. What happens when she makes contact is that her flesh dissolves into the wet and oily liquid that runs through Iron's mouth, into his throat, as well as onto his muzzle, and into his nostrils. The oil is seeping inside of him
[1d20+10 = 21]
>>83222
And now, the thin goo that covers his body makes a move of it's own to restrain him
>>83222
And now, the thin goo that covers his body makes a move of it's own to restrain him
[1d20+10 = 16]
>>83223
Iron attempts to get the unicorn to back off by more erratic movements again to limit the amount of oil seeping into him. Rolling a single grapple check to see if Iron succeeds.
>>83223
Iron attempts to get the unicorn to back off by more erratic movements again to limit the amount of oil seeping into him. Rolling a single grapple check to see if Iron succeeds.
[1d20+10 = 12]
[1d20+10 = 28]
>>83228
Iron keeps trying to throw off the two remaining mares off of him. First grapple is unicorn, second is pegasus.
[1d20+10 = 28]
>>83228
Iron keeps trying to throw off the two remaining mares off of him. First grapple is unicorn, second is pegasus.
[1d20 = 17]
>>83229
>unicorn
No, and any attempt to breath after such intense physical activity would only draw her in further
>>83229
>unicorn
No, and any attempt to breath after such intense physical activity would only draw her in further
[1d20+10 = 11]
>>83231
The Earth pony wrings him once again, this time, twisting his whole structure to try to break his spine
>>83231
The Earth pony wrings him once again, this time, twisting his whole structure to try to break his spine
[1d20+10 = 17]
[1d20+10 = 18]
>>83232
Iron resists the attack but rolling opposed still. Now he attempts to bite the current goo its entering him to try to damage it again, maybe use his throat to push it out somehow.
[1d20+10 = 18]
>>83232
Iron resists the attack but rolling opposed still. Now he attempts to bite the current goo its entering him to try to damage it again, maybe use his throat to push it out somehow.
>>83245
Iron's left rear leg is cracked. His neck has at least one broken vertebra. But he cannot scream, as a living black goo seeps down his throat
Iron's left rear leg is cracked. His neck has at least one broken vertebra. But he cannot scream, as a living black goo seeps down his throat
I'm gonna head to bed. I'm fairly tired right now. Goodnight
>>83184
"I don't suppose you would settle for something more slice-of-life."
>>83184
"I don't suppose you would settle for something more slice-of-life."
>>83252
Fuck. Well, what happens now? Do I wake up after having a broken neck and two broken legs or I somehow still am in this nightmare even with the intense physical and mental trauma? Anyways, you are going to bed now?
Fuck. Well, what happens now? Do I wake up after having a broken neck and two broken legs or I somehow still am in this nightmare even with the intense physical and mental trauma? Anyways, you are going to bed now?
I suppose you went to bed, soI'll follow suit. Night.
Note to self: buy the ring of sustenance so I just have to sleep for 2 hours
>>83255
>implying two hours of sleep isn't enough to ward off nightmares
You are better off loading the dice, bud.
>implying two hours of sleep isn't enough to ward off nightmares
You are better off loading the dice, bud.
>>83260
Well, there's always the possibility of no dreams at all to prevent bad dreams, as Comrade Glimmer said, but it is quite boring story-wise.
Well, there's always the possibility of no dreams at all to prevent bad dreams, as Comrade Glimmer said, but it is quite boring story-wise.
It seems I'll be unavailable for some time. Maybe 2 to 3 hours at the most.
Really wants to see how Dark Star responds to Silver’s story
Spark is there to respond as well
Spark is there to respond as well
>>83264
What better love story than a duel of wits and skill ending up a relationship? Nevermind your good use of english and nice fleshing out of your story. Granted you can have a rich backstory due to the age you set up, but still, pretty good.
Iron may have some objections about your meeting, though.
What better love story than a duel of wits and skill ending up a relationship? Nevermind your good use of english and nice fleshing out of your story. Granted you can have a rich backstory due to the age you set up, but still, pretty good.
Iron may have some objections about your meeting, though.
>>83266
Silver's face falls into a small frown. "They...did not like, having their leader taken from them. They promised they would be back for their revenge. At time, I did not think much of it. After all, everypony said something along those lines, and after I did not hear anything about them for next 18 years, I thought they were either dead, or forgot about their revenge. But they were very much alive, and they did not forget. They went into hiding, training for coming battle, bidding their time until it was time to strike. When she was alone, and exposed.
"One day, in late spring, we decided to go camping. Me, Storm, and our three children: Silver Rain, Spectral Streak, and White Light. It was not yet too hot to do so, and we thought it would be fun family activity, something we had not done in short while. I kissed Storm, went to go get firewood for campfire, and..."
Silver looks fairly...hurt, telling this next part. He starts choking up at times. "...they arrived. They told her they were back for revenge. And what better way to hurt he who took away somepony they cared about than to...to take away somepony he cared about. I got story from Rain. She...s-she told our children to run, and not look back. But, Rain did look back, as he fled with Spec and White. He saw them fight. She tried her best, to fight them off, but they were too strong for her. She did not have any weapon with her to fight back besides her hooves. And...and..." If Silver had any tears left to cry, they have been cried a long time ago. But it doesn't stop him from looking sadder than Blue has ever seen him before. "...they cut her down. Just as I came back into view with firewood. They killed her. Stabbed right through chest, throat slit. There was...nothing...I could have done. She was dead long before I got to her." His foreleg starts to shake. "Then I felt this...rage...like nothing I had ever felt before. It was raging inferno, filling my entire being. It consumed me. My vision went red, so red I can not remember seeing anything but red, until...I snapped. I can not know what I did to them exactly, but they were both in pieces when I came to, carved up by ax I had brought to collect firewood, all scattered around camp."
Silver's face falls into a small frown. "They...did not like, having their leader taken from them. They promised they would be back for their revenge. At time, I did not think much of it. After all, everypony said something along those lines, and after I did not hear anything about them for next 18 years, I thought they were either dead, or forgot about their revenge. But they were very much alive, and they did not forget. They went into hiding, training for coming battle, bidding their time until it was time to strike. When she was alone, and exposed.
"One day, in late spring, we decided to go camping. Me, Storm, and our three children: Silver Rain, Spectral Streak, and White Light. It was not yet too hot to do so, and we thought it would be fun family activity, something we had not done in short while. I kissed Storm, went to go get firewood for campfire, and..."
Silver looks fairly...hurt, telling this next part. He starts choking up at times. "...they arrived. They told her they were back for revenge. And what better way to hurt he who took away somepony they cared about than to...to take away somepony he cared about. I got story from Rain. She...s-she told our children to run, and not look back. But, Rain did look back, as he fled with Spec and White. He saw them fight. She tried her best, to fight them off, but they were too strong for her. She did not have any weapon with her to fight back besides her hooves. And...and..." If Silver had any tears left to cry, they have been cried a long time ago. But it doesn't stop him from looking sadder than Blue has ever seen him before. "...they cut her down. Just as I came back into view with firewood. They killed her. Stabbed right through chest, throat slit. There was...nothing...I could have done. She was dead long before I got to her." His foreleg starts to shake. "Then I felt this...rage...like nothing I had ever felt before. It was raging inferno, filling my entire being. It consumed me. My vision went red, so red I can not remember seeing anything but red, until...I snapped. I can not know what I did to them exactly, but they were both in pieces when I came to, carved up by ax I had brought to collect firewood, all scattered around camp."
>>83268
Well shit. I thought she died naturally. Fuck me, man.
No, that's not an invitation to rape Iron again, GM
Well shit. I thought she died naturally. Fuck me, man.
No, that's not an invitation to rape Iron again, GM
>>83268
Through out the telling of the first story, Blue can only give him questions that betray her lack of comprehension of the emotion behind the story. “Why would the equestrian military allow highwaymares run smock within eyesight of the capital for 20 years? Why would she agree to be captured when she had two allies in reserve? Why would you not disable or kill her right there? Why would she not kill you or run after your failure to disable her?”
But this story clicks with her, and she smiles in appreciation
Through out the telling of the first story, Blue can only give him questions that betray her lack of comprehension of the emotion behind the story. “Why would the equestrian military allow highwaymares run smock within eyesight of the capital for 20 years? Why would she agree to be captured when she had two allies in reserve? Why would you not disable or kill her right there? Why would she not kill you or run after your failure to disable her?”
But this story clicks with her, and she smiles in appreciation
>>83270
"I begged, pleaded to all deities I knew of. Celestia, Luna, Harmony, the old gods and goddesses, those deities of lands I had only heard of. I prayed, to both those I was worthy of and those I was not, to bring her back to me. I held her bloody corpse in my embrace, myself covered in her blood, my blood, blood of highwaymares, as I cried harder than I ever did before. I promised anything and everything to bring her back. To suffer pain of thousand deaths. To weather weight of world on my shoulders. Anything to bring my angel, my Storm, back to me. But I did not hear anything back.
"Next day, I buried her in front of our house, facing east so she could always watch sunrise each morning, like we used to do while we were together. I fell into deep depression after that, lasting for couple years. It was only my foals, and my duty to take care of them, raise them, that kept me going despite that deep sadness in me, that hollow feeling I had now that she no longer was there. Without them, I do not know how I could have gone on."
"I begged, pleaded to all deities I knew of. Celestia, Luna, Harmony, the old gods and goddesses, those deities of lands I had only heard of. I prayed, to both those I was worthy of and those I was not, to bring her back to me. I held her bloody corpse in my embrace, myself covered in her blood, my blood, blood of highwaymares, as I cried harder than I ever did before. I promised anything and everything to bring her back. To suffer pain of thousand deaths. To weather weight of world on my shoulders. Anything to bring my angel, my Storm, back to me. But I did not hear anything back.
"Next day, I buried her in front of our house, facing east so she could always watch sunrise each morning, like we used to do while we were together. I fell into deep depression after that, lasting for couple years. It was only my foals, and my duty to take care of them, raise them, that kept me going despite that deep sadness in me, that hollow feeling I had now that she no longer was there. Without them, I do not know how I could have gone on."
>>83141
>>83153
Dark Star smiles as he hears silvers story
"She sounded like a wonderful mare."
>>83174
>>83268
>>83270
>>83271
>although the mare may conceive children with a stallion superior to her husband should one come by
Dark Stars gets up trying to hide the Sour expression on his face and walks over to glimmering glass
"Give me 2 of your strongest drinks one for the old stallion and one for me."
>>83153
Dark Star smiles as he hears silvers story
"She sounded like a wonderful mare."
>>83174
>>83268
>>83270
>>83271
>although the mare may conceive children with a stallion superior to her husband should one come by
Dark Stars gets up trying to hide the Sour expression on his face and walks over to glimmering glass
"Give me 2 of your strongest drinks one for the old stallion and one for me."
>>83272
Silver looks up at Star from the sad place he's in. "...Are you sure that is wise idea, with this mission so close?"
Silver looks up at Star from the sad place he's in. "...Are you sure that is wise idea, with this mission so close?"
>>83269
He definitely hinted that she died violently
>>83271
“Your story of intentionally avoiding victory for the sake of...” She seems confused for a moment “I guess you would call it ‘honor,’ is strange to me. If these highwaymares had a functional sense of self preservation, they would have killed you as soon as you turned your back to them. This idea that thieves would be so impressed by superior swordsmanship that they would follow you to the gallows... I would have hated to explain to the mothers of wagon drivers that their colts died because of the proud and fatal assumptions of bounty hunters. If I had been the highwaymare I certainly would have killed you for your hubris. It seems to have worked out well for you though. Very well in fact.”
“But this story of revenge - whether after 18 years over a life lost, or after 18 minutes for a lost family... that I understand”
And to his last story:
“Curwhinny almost makes sense”
>>83272
Blue is a little confused
“Is something wrong?”
He definitely hinted that she died violently
>>83271
“Your story of intentionally avoiding victory for the sake of...” She seems confused for a moment “I guess you would call it ‘honor,’ is strange to me. If these highwaymares had a functional sense of self preservation, they would have killed you as soon as you turned your back to them. This idea that thieves would be so impressed by superior swordsmanship that they would follow you to the gallows... I would have hated to explain to the mothers of wagon drivers that their colts died because of the proud and fatal assumptions of bounty hunters. If I had been the highwaymare I certainly would have killed you for your hubris. It seems to have worked out well for you though. Very well in fact.”
“But this story of revenge - whether after 18 years over a life lost, or after 18 minutes for a lost family... that I understand”
And to his last story:
“Curwhinny almost makes sense”
>>83272
Blue is a little confused
“Is something wrong?”
>>83274
"I am glad, at least, that you have found one story you understand." He looks back at the photo in his grasp. "I suppose it is why I was reminded of her, when we read that passage from Curwhinny's book. It reminded me of that day, holding her in my hooves..."
>>83275
Silver eventually decides to just shrug. "If it is what you think is best..."
"I am glad, at least, that you have found one story you understand." He looks back at the photo in his grasp. "I suppose it is why I was reminded of her, when we read that passage from Curwhinny's book. It reminded me of that day, holding her in my hooves..."
>>83275
Silver eventually decides to just shrug. "If it is what you think is best..."
>>83277
He tries to shake it off, but she can see him smile. "Ah. It is nothing to apologize for. It was many years ago, and there was nothing you could have done to change outcome, obviously. I am glad to be able to share story after so long. And I still have my children, even if they have grown up and have lives of their own." His voice returns to a more somber note. "That is, if they did not perish during Great War."
He tries to shake it off, but she can see him smile. "Ah. It is nothing to apologize for. It was many years ago, and there was nothing you could have done to change outcome, obviously. I am glad to be able to share story after so long. And I still have my children, even if they have grown up and have lives of their own." His voice returns to a more somber note. "That is, if they did not perish during Great War."
>>83279
With mixed relief and concern
“And I had thought they had died right then and there. What happened to them?”
With mixed relief and concern
“And I had thought they had died right then and there. What happened to them?”
I wonder if Ash's player is currently in flight somewhere. He usually is around here by now.
>>83284
How do you communicate edgy noises to other ponies? Do you emulate the riff of the ultimate edge song?
>>83284
How do you communicate edgy noises to other ponies? Do you emulate the riff of the ultimate edge song?
>>83280
>>83284
"I do not know, for certain. I have not heard from them since end of war." He pulls out three more photos, one for each of his children, grown into adults.
The first is labeled 'Silver Rain'. It's of a pegasus, wearing a dapper gambler suit and hat, looking like he'd fit right in in Las Pegasus. He looks strong, about as strong as Silver, a bit fluffy from the bits of exposed coat in the photo, and his wings even folded against his suit look like they're big and broad, and well suited for flying. His hooves look like they've been in many hoof fights before, even through the immaculate care that's been given to them. His hair is blown back naturally like his mother's. His eyes look like they have a fire inside them just waiting to be released. "Silver Rain was my oldest. Our firstborn. He was a feisty one, even when he could barely walk on all hour legs. He definitely inherited his mother's fury. You can see it in his eyes, so much like hers they were. Combined with strength he got from me, he would have made for fine warrior. But, he decided against that life, and after witnessing death of Storm...he changed, from what I knew. Before, he was always wanting to adventure, to see something new, but after, he became...distant. Left as soon as he was able, with only parting goodbye to me and his siblings. Last I heard, he was involved in some...unsavory business in Las Pegasus, though I am not sure if anything came from investigations or not."
The second photo is of another pegasus, labeled 'Spectral Streak'. He's leaner than Rain, and despite his slightly smaller wings he looks like he's faster than him, too, but the look in his eyes suggests that it's not just his body that's fast. In his steel gaze, he looks like he could see things faster than most ponies, like he could recognize the slightest of movement in an instant. His hair is cut short, like a military cut. In the photo, he's in an Equestrian military base, dressed up in an officer's uniform, with a scoped Lavender rifle at his side. The patches on his uniform, combined with the other equipment he carries, suggests he was a Captain in a recon company. "Spectral Streak. I saw so much of myself in him, even if he was not so strong. From his mother, he got her ability to laugh, and see joy in everything. He was always looking to fight, but unlike me, when he fought, he wanted it to be to protect others, to fight for those who could not. And even if he did not have my strength, he had more than double courage that Storm and I had. And he was good with rifle. Great, even. Perhaps one of best. In service, he was so lethal at range, his fellow soldiers had nickname for him: White Death. Funny, considering his sister's name. Last I heard, he was on Western Front, though it would not surprise me to learn if he had been recalled to East after New Mareland invaded to provide support for defensive forces."
The third photo is of a unicorn, labeled 'White Light'. She's a jaw-droppingly beautiful mare, with long hair tied up into ponytails and a smile that would melt even the coldest of hearts around her. She doesn't look very physically impressive, especially compared to her brothers, but her eyes carries an intelligence neither her father or mother has. She's wearing a set of mage's robes worn by head mages of the Equestrian Mage's Guild. "White Light. My daughter. I do not know where she got it from, but she was probably smartest pony I have ever known. She could figure out answers to questions in very short amount of time. She always wanted to learn, to find out something new. On her own, she was good with magic, but with spellbook in front of her, she was able to do anything. And she loved to laugh, even more so than Spec. Her laughter could brighten up anypony's day. Last I heard, she was in Canterlot, doing research for Equestria into combat spells to help during war."
>>83284
"I do not know, for certain. I have not heard from them since end of war." He pulls out three more photos, one for each of his children, grown into adults.
The first is labeled 'Silver Rain'. It's of a pegasus, wearing a dapper gambler suit and hat, looking like he'd fit right in in Las Pegasus. He looks strong, about as strong as Silver, a bit fluffy from the bits of exposed coat in the photo, and his wings even folded against his suit look like they're big and broad, and well suited for flying. His hooves look like they've been in many hoof fights before, even through the immaculate care that's been given to them. His hair is blown back naturally like his mother's. His eyes look like they have a fire inside them just waiting to be released. "Silver Rain was my oldest. Our firstborn. He was a feisty one, even when he could barely walk on all hour legs. He definitely inherited his mother's fury. You can see it in his eyes, so much like hers they were. Combined with strength he got from me, he would have made for fine warrior. But, he decided against that life, and after witnessing death of Storm...he changed, from what I knew. Before, he was always wanting to adventure, to see something new, but after, he became...distant. Left as soon as he was able, with only parting goodbye to me and his siblings. Last I heard, he was involved in some...unsavory business in Las Pegasus, though I am not sure if anything came from investigations or not."
The second photo is of another pegasus, labeled 'Spectral Streak'. He's leaner than Rain, and despite his slightly smaller wings he looks like he's faster than him, too, but the look in his eyes suggests that it's not just his body that's fast. In his steel gaze, he looks like he could see things faster than most ponies, like he could recognize the slightest of movement in an instant. His hair is cut short, like a military cut. In the photo, he's in an Equestrian military base, dressed up in an officer's uniform, with a scoped Lavender rifle at his side. The patches on his uniform, combined with the other equipment he carries, suggests he was a Captain in a recon company. "Spectral Streak. I saw so much of myself in him, even if he was not so strong. From his mother, he got her ability to laugh, and see joy in everything. He was always looking to fight, but unlike me, when he fought, he wanted it to be to protect others, to fight for those who could not. And even if he did not have my strength, he had more than double courage that Storm and I had. And he was good with rifle. Great, even. Perhaps one of best. In service, he was so lethal at range, his fellow soldiers had nickname for him: White Death. Funny, considering his sister's name. Last I heard, he was on Western Front, though it would not surprise me to learn if he had been recalled to East after New Mareland invaded to provide support for defensive forces."
The third photo is of a unicorn, labeled 'White Light'. She's a jaw-droppingly beautiful mare, with long hair tied up into ponytails and a smile that would melt even the coldest of hearts around her. She doesn't look very physically impressive, especially compared to her brothers, but her eyes carries an intelligence neither her father or mother has. She's wearing a set of mage's robes worn by head mages of the Equestrian Mage's Guild. "White Light. My daughter. I do not know where she got it from, but she was probably smartest pony I have ever known. She could figure out answers to questions in very short amount of time. She always wanted to learn, to find out something new. On her own, she was good with magic, but with spellbook in front of her, she was able to do anything. And she loved to laugh, even more so than Spec. Her laughter could brighten up anypony's day. Last I heard, she was in Canterlot, doing research for Equestria into combat spells to help during war."
>>83291
"I hope so, I will admit. But with what chaos we went through during and after war, I do not know."
If you want me to tell you what happened to them OOC, let me know. Otherwise, whatever you decide to come up with is acceptable.
In the meantime, I'll be right back. Got dinner to eat.
"I hope so, I will admit. But with what chaos we went through during and after war, I do not know."
If you want me to tell you what happened to them OOC, let me know. Otherwise, whatever you decide to come up with is acceptable.
In the meantime, I'll be right back. Got dinner to eat.
And I'm back.
>>83297
TL;DR: Iron got murderraped in his dream, and Silver told the story of how he met his wife Storm Warning.
TL;DR: Iron got murderraped in his dream, and Silver told the story of how he met his wife Storm Warning.
Last I knew, I left Sister Ash holding a crying filly, somewhere around 6 in the evening..
>>83298
Thanks.
>>83298
Thanks.
>>83299
Heyo, Iron is a little bit of a mental wreck atm. Be careful of entering the room he's in unless it is time to go for both of them.
Heyo, Iron is a little bit of a mental wreck atm. Be careful of entering the room he's in unless it is time to go for both of them.
>>83301
Noted.
I can never sleep during the day unless I'm sick.
Sister Ash is still trying to make Abby feel better.
Noted.
I can never sleep during the day unless I'm sick.
Sister Ash is still trying to make Abby feel better.
>>83296
"Ocean Wind was from one of the aristocratic families of Thessaloneighki. Great big dark blue white stallion. Brown mane, moderate beard. He was never a soldier, although he certainly had the attitude of one. Stern and Stoic, he thought of it as tough love to his children. At one point he managed a cloud factory in the Eastern Riverlands. That is what he wanted for me, to follow him in some sort of weather management. He thought that there was something unique and wonderful in the power of bringing the rains that made the crops grow. He was disappointed when I could not even move a cloud"
"Ocean Wind was from one of the aristocratic families of Thessaloneighki. Great big dark blue white stallion. Brown mane, moderate beard. He was never a soldier, although he certainly had the attitude of one. Stern and Stoic, he thought of it as tough love to his children. At one point he managed a cloud factory in the Eastern Riverlands. That is what he wanted for me, to follow him in some sort of weather management. He thought that there was something unique and wonderful in the power of bringing the rains that made the crops grow. He was disappointed when I could not even move a cloud"
>>83302
Oh, Her Luminous Armor Wore off 5 hours after she cast it. It's probably gone by now. Her AC is now once again 10.
She still has the strength damage though. Her strength will be 6 for the next day or so.
Oh, Her Luminous Armor Wore off 5 hours after she cast it. It's probably gone by now. Her AC is now once again 10.
She still has the strength damage though. Her strength will be 6 for the next day or so.
>>83303
>He was disappointed when I could not even move a cloud
"That's sad. what happend after that?"
>He was disappointed when I could not even move a cloud
"That's sad. what happend after that?"
>>83307
Sacrifice component: Damaged abilities in exchange for a moderately above-average powered spell means a that a caster can't just spam a bunch of sanctified spells without crippling themselves for weeks.
Sacrifice component: Damaged abilities in exchange for a moderately above-average powered spell means a that a caster can't just spam a bunch of sanctified spells without crippling themselves for weeks.
>>83307
She takes a -2 penalty to both attack rolls and damage rolls, and can only carry up to 60 pounds.
She takes a -2 penalty to both attack rolls and damage rolls, and can only carry up to 60 pounds.
>>83303
Silver seems confused by this. "I thought all pegasi could manipulate clouds to some extent."
Silver seems confused by this. "I thought all pegasi could manipulate clouds to some extent."
>>83310
Nah, it's not that big a deal for me.
Kind of a shame that I cast it without taking any hits though. What a waste..
Nah, it's not that big a deal for me.
Kind of a shame that I cast it without taking any hits though. What a waste..
>>83305
"It was the first of many disappointments evidently. He made me try again. I didn't simply fail, I failed magnificently. Sometimes gliding through the mist. I wanted to be more like my mother anyways, and her bloodline. Soldiers as far back as even into Thermponyle, not that he didn't have some of the same on his side. My brother... I scarce want to say his name, 'Cape Geese,' had been injured severely many years before in a jousting competition and nearly died. It changed his personality. At least that is what I told everyone. I was a very young foal when that happened. But he did not want the same to happen to me and forbade me from doing that. And I obeyed, as I didn't see the point in some of the jousting. But what I could do was join the Crypteia, and in that he was not terribly supportive either"
>>83311
"To some extent, yes. But like all things, nature has not distributed the gift equally. And some are better or worse than others"
"It was the first of many disappointments evidently. He made me try again. I didn't simply fail, I failed magnificently. Sometimes gliding through the mist. I wanted to be more like my mother anyways, and her bloodline. Soldiers as far back as even into Thermponyle, not that he didn't have some of the same on his side. My brother... I scarce want to say his name, 'Cape Geese,' had been injured severely many years before in a jousting competition and nearly died. It changed his personality. At least that is what I told everyone. I was a very young foal when that happened. But he did not want the same to happen to me and forbade me from doing that. And I obeyed, as I didn't see the point in some of the jousting. But what I could do was join the Crypteia, and in that he was not terribly supportive either"
>>83311
"To some extent, yes. But like all things, nature has not distributed the gift equally. And some are better or worse than others"
>>83315
"Hmm. I suppose I can understand that much." He pats his horn, useful for only telekinesis and producing a limited amount of light, or as a makeshift stabbing implement.
It's a bit of a lucky break that Glass didn't actually give Star that alcohol he ordered.
"Hmm. I suppose I can understand that much." He pats his horn, useful for only telekinesis and producing a limited amount of light, or as a makeshift stabbing implement.
It's a bit of a lucky break that Glass didn't actually give Star that alcohol he ordered.
>>83316
"Yes, it is essentially similar to unicorn magic in that regard. While every Narwhal can lift a pen, only some can do the fancy parlor tricks those Unicorns in Wittenland base their form of government off of. And so it is that while nigh every Pegasus can walk on clouds, not all of them can kick them into vapor"
Why?
>>83317
*comforted cooing noises*
"She was more... Involved with the family. More direct and around us. That being despite the fact that she was a full Hoplite Soldier, who left on occasions for excursions to the West and towards the griffin lands. She was named Western Skies, perhaps for the fact that she was among the noble Pegasi who controlled them. She was proud, definitely. She managed to be the loving parent I desperately needed. When my father's plan for me didn't work out, she supported my efforts to join the citizen's military. I was not going to Hoplite. But I could be" she looks away "could have been - a reconnaissance scout, with my small size and relative stealth"
"Yes, it is essentially similar to unicorn magic in that regard. While every Narwhal can lift a pen, only some can do the fancy parlor tricks those Unicorns in Wittenland base their form of government off of. And so it is that while nigh every Pegasus can walk on clouds, not all of them can kick them into vapor"
Why?
>>83317
*comforted cooing noises*
"She was more... Involved with the family. More direct and around us. That being despite the fact that she was a full Hoplite Soldier, who left on occasions for excursions to the West and towards the griffin lands. She was named Western Skies, perhaps for the fact that she was among the noble Pegasi who controlled them. She was proud, definitely. She managed to be the loving parent I desperately needed. When my father's plan for me didn't work out, she supported my efforts to join the citizen's military. I was not going to Hoplite. But I could be" she looks away "could have been - a reconnaissance scout, with my small size and relative stealth"
>>83318
He actually seems amused by the name. "Narwhal? I don't believe I've heard that one before."
I don't imagine it's a very good idea to get drunk immediately before a stealth mission.
He actually seems amused by the name. "Narwhal? I don't believe I've heard that one before."
I don't imagine it's a very good idea to get drunk immediately before a stealth mission.
>>83320
"...pfffffft…" Silver leans back in his seat and laughs at the variety of names for a few seconds before wiping a tear of joy from his face. "Bonehead I have heard before, but never have I heard 'pickle skull'. That is probably funniest name I have heard yet."
"...pfffffft…" Silver leans back in his seat and laughs at the variety of names for a few seconds before wiping a tear of joy from his face. "Bonehead I have heard before, but never have I heard 'pickle skull'. That is probably funniest name I have heard yet."
>>83321
"I tried to. She was a great source of inspiration for me. Seeing her in full armor was... almost awe inducing. I don't mean to say that Ocean Wind provided nothing. He showed what a pegasus could be, and to see his piety beneath the great Doric columns of the temple of Bellerophron... To see my mother in formation with the other hoplites across clear blue skies... There was something inspiring about the setting. A real feeling of being a part of something graceful, ancient, and noble"
>>83322
"There are less polite ways of saying much the same, if you get my meaning"
"I tried to. She was a great source of inspiration for me. Seeing her in full armor was... almost awe inducing. I don't mean to say that Ocean Wind provided nothing. He showed what a pegasus could be, and to see his piety beneath the great Doric columns of the temple of Bellerophron... To see my mother in formation with the other hoplites across clear blue skies... There was something inspiring about the setting. A real feeling of being a part of something graceful, ancient, and noble"
>>83322
"There are less polite ways of saying much the same, if you get my meaning"
All of these stories has the sorcerer and the player speechless.
>>83314
Alright, I'm back.
Sister Ash is still holding Abby Willows (with slight difficulty: she's only got 6 Str).
Alright, I'm back.
Sister Ash is still holding Abby Willows (with slight difficulty: she's only got 6 Str).
>>83323
"Oh, I imagine. I imagine there are many names related to phalluses for us unicorns where you come from. But, in end, they are just names. They are not what define us. Much as myriad names for pegasi do not define who you are, nor do myriad names for earth ponies define who Dark Star is."
"Oh, I imagine. I imagine there are many names related to phalluses for us unicorns where you come from. But, in end, they are just names. They are not what define us. Much as myriad names for pegasi do not define who you are, nor do myriad names for earth ponies define who Dark Star is."
>>83325
For the record, I'm now officially available as well, though I don't know what the GM will do after the whole passing out deal.
For the record, I'm now officially available as well, though I don't know what the GM will do after the whole passing out deal.
>>83327
I guess we should meet up with the rest of the party.
I was gonna leave after putting Abby to bed, but I see now that it's too early for that.
I guess we should meet up with the rest of the party.
I was gonna leave after putting Abby to bed, but I see now that it's too early for that.
>>83325
She’s almost to cooing, but there is a sort of fear emanating from her
>>83326
“True. Your lack of wings and the capacity for flight is what defines you all”
She spreads now her great wings, fairly wide and long, with large feathers of an Azure White coloration. These have been very well kept and cleaned.
She’s almost to cooing, but there is a sort of fear emanating from her
>>83326
“True. Your lack of wings and the capacity for flight is what defines you all”
She spreads now her great wings, fairly wide and long, with large feathers of an Azure White coloration. These have been very well kept and cleaned.
>>83329
Silver laughs. "Also true, in way I suppose. But that is what makes pegasi unique from rest of us. Like our horns and our ability to use magic makes unicorns unique from other ponies, and natural strength and connection to nature makes earth ponies unique." He looks over her wings, silently admiring their beauty.
Silver laughs. "Also true, in way I suppose. But that is what makes pegasi unique from rest of us. Like our horns and our ability to use magic makes unicorns unique from other ponies, and natural strength and connection to nature makes earth ponies unique." He looks over her wings, silently admiring their beauty.
>>83330
“We are still not safe”
>>83331
She moves around her wings to show them off, and any other parts of her body should Silver’s eyes imply an interest. She cannot fully extend her wings, however, owing to the limited space in the bar
“It is what makes us the guardian protectors. The tip of the spear”
“We are still not safe”
>>83331
She moves around her wings to show them off, and any other parts of her body should Silver’s eyes imply an interest. She cannot fully extend her wings, however, owing to the limited space in the bar
“It is what makes us the guardian protectors. The tip of the spear”
>>83335
*coo*
She spreads a wing and places it next to Dark Star, rubbing against his fur with the tip
*coo*
She spreads a wing and places it next to Dark Star, rubbing against his fur with the tip
>>83333
"And our magic is what makes us ideal supporters and suppressors. Deadly magic aimed at the enemy, protective shields for our allies. With earth ponies to take command of ground with their strength and their own special magic? Together all three pony races are nigh unstoppable, when we work together." Silver's eyes are mostly focused on her wings, but he does find an interest in the general beauty of the pegasus. "You are beautiful mare, if I am allowed to say so. Dark Star is lucky to have you."
"And our magic is what makes us ideal supporters and suppressors. Deadly magic aimed at the enemy, protective shields for our allies. With earth ponies to take command of ground with their strength and their own special magic? Together all three pony races are nigh unstoppable, when we work together." Silver's eyes are mostly focused on her wings, but he does find an interest in the general beauty of the pegasus. "You are beautiful mare, if I am allowed to say so. Dark Star is lucky to have you."
>>83340
Well, you probably have played a lot more than the others here, so you would be looking for a challenge, either RP-wise or mechanically. Hope you got what you're looking for.
Well, you probably have played a lot more than the others here, so you would be looking for a challenge, either RP-wise or mechanically. Hope you got what you're looking for.
>>83342
Not really. I've only played once "whole" campaign.
I've just been reading books about it a lot since, because I was really eager to play another one.
Not really. I've only played once "whole" campaign.
I've just been reading books about it a lot since, because I was really eager to play another one.
Let me step out again. I'll think of what to say to Abby later.
I'll take smol nap while Ash thinks up what to say if he comes back. See you guys in half an hour or one hour.
>>83337
Her right wing is extended out towards Dark Star, and she resumes her trademark smile with new confidence from Dark Star’s remarks. With permission from Silver’s glance she moves a little away from the table, exposing her frame and her right hind leg to him. Her neck is slim, and though her chest is large and does not show the ribs, with just a few tufts of fur, her barrel is more slender around her barrel. It’s a body shape that is more normal for larger equines like Alicorns, but less common for smaller ponies. Her hips are fairly wide and her right thigh is far from scrawny. Her right hind leg is slender, with small tufts of fur around her fetlocks, and well trimmed hooves. Her tail is long and straight, and of the same French Sky Blue color as her mane, though it does not touch the floor. Her wings, and where they meet her back have as much muscle mass and her hind legs. Her left wing is extended so far that it is the length of the table, now going around Dark Star, and they are wide as well. While it would be very presumptuous to say that she is the most beautiful mare Silver has seen in his long and well traveled life (sans his wife of course). What would be fair to say is that she tries to be pretty, and it has had some payoff. She smells of lavender... or is that Dark Star?
“Just remember that in peacetime, the royal guard and the Wonderbolts were dominated by Pegasi, and during the war, both side used Pegasi as their special forces and swift hitters. And there is a reason for that”
Her right wing is extended out towards Dark Star, and she resumes her trademark smile with new confidence from Dark Star’s remarks. With permission from Silver’s glance she moves a little away from the table, exposing her frame and her right hind leg to him. Her neck is slim, and though her chest is large and does not show the ribs, with just a few tufts of fur, her barrel is more slender around her barrel. It’s a body shape that is more normal for larger equines like Alicorns, but less common for smaller ponies. Her hips are fairly wide and her right thigh is far from scrawny. Her right hind leg is slender, with small tufts of fur around her fetlocks, and well trimmed hooves. Her tail is long and straight, and of the same French Sky Blue color as her mane, though it does not touch the floor. Her wings, and where they meet her back have as much muscle mass and her hind legs. Her left wing is extended so far that it is the length of the table, now going around Dark Star, and they are wide as well. While it would be very presumptuous to say that she is the most beautiful mare Silver has seen in his long and well traveled life (sans his wife of course). What would be fair to say is that she tries to be pretty, and it has had some payoff. She smells of lavender... or is that Dark Star?
“Just remember that in peacetime, the royal guard and the Wonderbolts were dominated by Pegasi, and during the war, both side used Pegasi as their special forces and swift hitters. And there is a reason for that”
>>83341
“Hehe”
He wing moves a little recoiling from the tickling, but remains outstretched to Dark Star, as she tries to place a wing around him
“Hehe”
He wing moves a little recoiling from the tickling, but remains outstretched to Dark Star, as she tries to place a wing around him
>>83346
"Indeed, Dark Star is lucky stallion." He tries and mostly fails to hide the fact that he does indeed find her to be gorgeous, and probably one of the prettier mares he's met, mostly for Dark Star's sake rather than anypony else's. Storm Warning, however, still stays the most beautiful mare Silver's ever seen, bar none.
"And much like pegasi, unicorns were integral part of not just special forces, but of all divisions. Mage companies helped to keep our armies healthy and protected in addition to fighting on front lines, and in peacetime, unicorns helped to pioneer many technologies with help from earth pony ingenuity."
"Indeed, Dark Star is lucky stallion." He tries and mostly fails to hide the fact that he does indeed find her to be gorgeous, and probably one of the prettier mares he's met, mostly for Dark Star's sake rather than anypony else's. Storm Warning, however, still stays the most beautiful mare Silver's ever seen, bar none.
"And much like pegasi, unicorns were integral part of not just special forces, but of all divisions. Mage companies helped to keep our armies healthy and protected in addition to fighting on front lines, and in peacetime, unicorns helped to pioneer many technologies with help from earth pony ingenuity."
>>83348
Blue Skies, for her part, makes no effort to hide how she revels in the attention. She if goes at Dark Star’s remarks. Whereas before her right though had been crossed left over the bottom of her belly, while her leg hung out towards the right, she moves her right stifle outwards, allowing a full view of her barrel between her thighs and her two small teats. Then she crosses her left leg over her right stifle, an act that makes it easier for her to lean towards Dark Star, to her left. Should he look at her flanks, he can see her cutie mark: a sword or knife with golden wings around it
“Oh I know. I’ve been told many times of these mixed units. ‘Combined arms’ they call it. It is good to make the best of what you have. Because if Equestria had had enough Pegasi to fill its divisions with only Pegasi, they would have won”
>>83349
She likes the stroking, and leans in towards Dark Star. She smiles at him
Blue Skies, for her part, makes no effort to hide how she revels in the attention. She if goes at Dark Star’s remarks. Whereas before her right though had been crossed left over the bottom of her belly, while her leg hung out towards the right, she moves her right stifle outwards, allowing a full view of her barrel between her thighs and her two small teats. Then she crosses her left leg over her right stifle, an act that makes it easier for her to lean towards Dark Star, to her left. Should he look at her flanks, he can see her cutie mark: a sword or knife with golden wings around it
“Oh I know. I’ve been told many times of these mixed units. ‘Combined arms’ they call it. It is good to make the best of what you have. Because if Equestria had had enough Pegasi to fill its divisions with only Pegasi, they would have won”
>>83349
She likes the stroking, and leans in towards Dark Star. She smiles at him
>>83351
“Hehe”
Her ears twitch just a little as he does this, and her smile changes from her normal to warm
“Hehe”
Her ears twitch just a little as he does this, and her smile changes from her normal to warm
>>83350
"Perhaps. Then again, weaponry and tactics required to bring down changeling panzers does not suit pegasus flight quite like it does unicorn magic. I have heard tales of some unicorns' spells being strong enough to disable or even outright destroy panzers, should they manage to hit their magazines, treads, or other weak spots."
He doesn't try to spend too much time looking at her teats out of respect for Dark Star and his relationship with Blue, but he does note that they're the typical size he would expect for a pegasus of her stature, and that they're of a similar beauty to the rest of her body. What he does take an interest in is the mark on her flanks. "Your talent mark. How did you earn it, if I may ask?"
"Perhaps. Then again, weaponry and tactics required to bring down changeling panzers does not suit pegasus flight quite like it does unicorn magic. I have heard tales of some unicorns' spells being strong enough to disable or even outright destroy panzers, should they manage to hit their magazines, treads, or other weak spots."
He doesn't try to spend too much time looking at her teats out of respect for Dark Star and his relationship with Blue, but he does note that they're the typical size he would expect for a pegasus of her stature, and that they're of a similar beauty to the rest of her body. What he does take an interest in is the mark on her flanks. "Your talent mark. How did you earn it, if I may ask?"
>>83333
Fug it. I'll try to tell it like it is from the perspective of the Catholic-hippie-pangan-taoist-buddhist-dragonkin persona I've created.
Sister Ash pauses for some time, still holding Abby to her fluff as she strokes the little filly's mane.
".. The world, as it is, isn't a very safe place..." She says, after a minute
".. It can be frightening, cruel, and unfair, full of dangerous crestures; you had to learn that the hard way..." She continues
"But the world isn't terrible either.. It's bountiful and full of beautiful things; full of mysteries and magick in every corner of the realm. There's plenty in the world to be afraid of, but that just means there's so much more worth protecting..."
She nudges the filly slightly
".. Like you.." she says, softly
".. There's so much in this world worth protecting: the trees in the valley, the meadows, the ponies running through them.. There's so much to keep safe, but only so many ponies who can do it..."
Then she pauses, as if unsure how to continue
"Nopony can protect everything all on their own, but everypony has something they want to protect.. Some ponies want to protect their country, others want to protect themselves, for some it's their family, and for others it's only themselves.. Protecting things is part of what makes life meaningful; what keep ponies going in this beautiful and dangerous world. The thing you want to protect defines what you are, but you don't have to decide that so early on...."
"The Sisters in this abbey are all here, because they've chosen to protect.. They want to protect you, and your friends, even if they can't always do it all themselves.. Foals like you.. aren't at an age when they can completely protect themselves, so they need help, from grown-ups, and from eachother.. You weren't completely wrong about being helpless, but you'll grow up one day, and then you'll have something you want to protect too..."
Then she turns the filly to make eye contact with her
"..But in the meantime.. Please let us try again to protect you.. Okay?" She asks, almost pleadingly
Fug it. I'll try to tell it like it is from the perspective of the Catholic-hippie-pangan-taoist-buddhist-dragonkin persona I've created.
Sister Ash pauses for some time, still holding Abby to her fluff as she strokes the little filly's mane.
".. The world, as it is, isn't a very safe place..." She says, after a minute
".. It can be frightening, cruel, and unfair, full of dangerous crestures; you had to learn that the hard way..." She continues
"But the world isn't terrible either.. It's bountiful and full of beautiful things; full of mysteries and magick in every corner of the realm. There's plenty in the world to be afraid of, but that just means there's so much more worth protecting..."
She nudges the filly slightly
".. Like you.." she says, softly
".. There's so much in this world worth protecting: the trees in the valley, the meadows, the ponies running through them.. There's so much to keep safe, but only so many ponies who can do it..."
Then she pauses, as if unsure how to continue
"Nopony can protect everything all on their own, but everypony has something they want to protect.. Some ponies want to protect their country, others want to protect themselves, for some it's their family, and for others it's only themselves.. Protecting things is part of what makes life meaningful; what keep ponies going in this beautiful and dangerous world. The thing you want to protect defines what you are, but you don't have to decide that so early on...."
"The Sisters in this abbey are all here, because they've chosen to protect.. They want to protect you, and your friends, even if they can't always do it all themselves.. Foals like you.. aren't at an age when they can completely protect themselves, so they need help, from grown-ups, and from eachother.. You weren't completely wrong about being helpless, but you'll grow up one day, and then you'll have something you want to protect too..."
Then she turns the filly to make eye contact with her
"..But in the meantime.. Please let us try again to protect you.. Okay?" She asks, almost pleadingly
>>83353
She laughs
“Oh yes, let grounded ponies fight winged Changelings. Please, unless a unicorn has a special talent as a tank destroyer, they are not of much more use than any other pony. Against the more more modern machinations de la guerre you want nothing less than equal machines. Anti tank guns, bombers, artillery, other tanks.”
“My cutie mark?” She smiles, takes her left leg and moves it down, showing her teats again, and it may be noted that their size implies that she has never been pregnant. She moves her right stifle in, and once again her right flank faces silver, allowing him to see her cutie mark right side up
“This happened as I was with a group of fillies in school. During the summer they would take us out for mock excercises. Like a sort of foretaste of the agoge trials we would take when we were older. One of the exercises was to decide the foals into teams, and go out into the woods and try to take the flag from the opposing team’s base. I separated from my group, and found their little base soon enough, though they had many guards. I managed to sneak around them, and take it right under their noses. When I got back to base, I had the flag in hoof, and this on my flank. The opposing team was genuinely baffled as to how I had find it. It relieved my mother, as I had been among the last in my age group to get her cutie mark.”
>>83354
“D’aww, thanks”
Her ears flinch and twitch in response to his touching. They are somewhat long, and relatively fluffy with her azure white fur
She laughs
“Oh yes, let grounded ponies fight winged Changelings. Please, unless a unicorn has a special talent as a tank destroyer, they are not of much more use than any other pony. Against the more more modern machinations de la guerre you want nothing less than equal machines. Anti tank guns, bombers, artillery, other tanks.”
“My cutie mark?” She smiles, takes her left leg and moves it down, showing her teats again, and it may be noted that their size implies that she has never been pregnant. She moves her right stifle in, and once again her right flank faces silver, allowing him to see her cutie mark right side up
“This happened as I was with a group of fillies in school. During the summer they would take us out for mock excercises. Like a sort of foretaste of the agoge trials we would take when we were older. One of the exercises was to decide the foals into teams, and go out into the woods and try to take the flag from the opposing team’s base. I separated from my group, and found their little base soon enough, though they had many guards. I managed to sneak around them, and take it right under their noses. When I got back to base, I had the flag in hoof, and this on my flank. The opposing team was genuinely baffled as to how I had find it. It relieved my mother, as I had been among the last in my age group to get her cutie mark.”
>>83354
“D’aww, thanks”
Her ears flinch and twitch in response to his touching. They are somewhat long, and relatively fluffy with her azure white fur
>>83355
She looks at her, touched in part and unsatisfied in part
“But they couldn’t protect us before”
She looks at her, touched in part and unsatisfied in part
“But they couldn’t protect us before”
>>83357
"Hmm. That is interesting story." Getting the idea from Dark Star that he should stop eyeing his marefriend, lest things sour between them, Silver goes back to looking at her, face-to-face. "So, these agoge trials, are they similar to this game of capture-flag you played as filly?"
"Hmm. That is interesting story." Getting the idea from Dark Star that he should stop eyeing his marefriend, lest things sour between them, Silver goes back to looking at her, face-to-face. "So, these agoge trials, are they similar to this game of capture-flag you played as filly?"
>>83358
reeeeeeeeee I'm not qualified to take care of children
Sister Ash hugs the filly tighter for a few seconds
".. They couldn't.. but they did everything they they could.. I did everything I could.. So if you have it in you, could you trust us with another chance..?"
reeeeeeeeee I'm not qualified to take care of children
Sister Ash hugs the filly tighter for a few seconds
".. They couldn't.. but they did everything they they could.. I did everything I could.. So if you have it in you, could you trust us with another chance..?"
>>83360
Dude, just lie and tell her that a white knight hero will come and save everyone. That lie works with real children, it works even better in a world where heroes actually exist
She is silent for a long while. Finally she says “I guess”
>>83359
“I thought I told you about those? Not quite, they involve racing, tests of stealth, and combat competitions. They are the tests you must pass to become a citizen. Or that’s how it used to be”
Dude, just lie and tell her that a white knight hero will come and save everyone. That lie works with real children, it works even better in a world where heroes actually exist
She is silent for a long while. Finally she says “I guess”
>>83359
“I thought I told you about those? Not quite, they involve racing, tests of stealth, and combat competitions. They are the tests you must pass to become a citizen. Or that’s how it used to be”
>>83362
I don't like making empty promises.
She was already blackpilled saying that heroes didn't exist.
I don't like making empty promises.
She was already blackpilled saying that heroes didn't exist.
>>83362
"I do not believe you did. But that could just be my forgetfulness." He shrugs it off. "It certainly does sound like your people held warriors in high regard."
"I do not believe you did. But that could just be my forgetfulness." He shrugs it off. "It certainly does sound like your people held warriors in high regard."
>>83367
“That what I believed. Protector of the East against the griffins, the changelings, and the enemies within”
“That what I believed. Protector of the East against the griffins, the changelings, and the enemies within”
>>83376
"These changelings, were they like those in Equestria before Chrysalis came along? Preferring to keep hidden and let us live our lives without interference?"
"These changelings, were they like those in Equestria before Chrysalis came along? Preferring to keep hidden and let us live our lives without interference?"
>>83376
>There are some items remaining on the plate
Unacceptable.
Eventually, Sister Ash nudges Abby once more with her muzzle.
".. You didn't eat all day.. You should finish up before bed."
>There are some items remaining on the plate
Unacceptable.
Eventually, Sister Ash nudges Abby once more with her muzzle.
".. You didn't eat all day.. You should finish up before bed."
>>83377
"I can't say I have much experience with Western Changelings before Chrysalis, so I cannot speak to them. But I can say that the Eastern hives tended to keep to themselves. I heard in Farbrook they would walk through the streets, no disguise, and ask ponies for love, usually through a trade. That was of course before it was discovered that Changelings were monsters and that stopped. Some of the more aggressive hives would send out disguised changelings to other lands, or swap foals. None would raid in swarms."
"I can't say I have much experience with Western Changelings before Chrysalis, so I cannot speak to them. But I can say that the Eastern hives tended to keep to themselves. I heard in Farbrook they would walk through the streets, no disguise, and ask ponies for love, usually through a trade. That was of course before it was discovered that Changelings were monsters and that stopped. Some of the more aggressive hives would send out disguised changelings to other lands, or swap foals. None would raid in swarms."
>>83379
"It was discovered they were monsters... after the trade for love thing? That didn't come off as monstrous right away?"
"It was discovered they were monsters... after the trade for love thing? That didn't come off as monstrous right away?"
>>83385
I kind of assumed that most ponies would just put their faces to the plates. They seemed to do so quite a bit in the show, except for a few pompous unicorns.
Just wondering.
I kind of assumed that most ponies would just put their faces to the plates. They seemed to do so quite a bit in the show, except for a few pompous unicorns.
Just wondering.
>>83379
"Changelings here were..." He seems to struggle to find the right word. "...let us say 'isolated'. They had prejudices against ponykind, believed that ponies could never truly accept them for what they were. Equestrians were prejudiced against changelings, believing them to have something to hide. No one knows where it started, or who started it, but we had been at odds for many years. It was rarer than rare for those two to interact openly. Sometimes, it was peaceful. At other times...not so much. Changelings, instead, for the most part preferred to stay silent, and separate, only interacting through their disguises to acquire love for their hives, which were often very far from civilization. There were stories, of course, of them stealing foals from homes, but back then one could argue it was just stories meant to frighten young foals and naïve ponies. Now, I am not so sure, myself.
"Either way, I imagine many Equestrians would gladly take these changelings of East, these ones you speak of having been in Farbrook, over what we have to deal with now. Even with our misgivings about these bugs"
>>83383
>>83386
>>83388
Silver stares oddly at the tiny mixed drink given to Blue. He looks confused as to why such a thing exists.
"Changelings here were..." He seems to struggle to find the right word. "...let us say 'isolated'. They had prejudices against ponykind, believed that ponies could never truly accept them for what they were. Equestrians were prejudiced against changelings, believing them to have something to hide. No one knows where it started, or who started it, but we had been at odds for many years. It was rarer than rare for those two to interact openly. Sometimes, it was peaceful. At other times...not so much. Changelings, instead, for the most part preferred to stay silent, and separate, only interacting through their disguises to acquire love for their hives, which were often very far from civilization. There were stories, of course, of them stealing foals from homes, but back then one could argue it was just stories meant to frighten young foals and naïve ponies. Now, I am not so sure, myself.
"Either way, I imagine many Equestrians would gladly take these changelings of East, these ones you speak of having been in Farbrook, over what we have to deal with now. Even with our misgivings about these bugs"
>>83383
>>83386
>>83388
Silver stares oddly at the tiny mixed drink given to Blue. He looks confused as to why such a thing exists.
>>83389
"They are real"
She takes a sip from her drink
"I am sure they would. Chrysalis seems to have taken the world by surprise"
\r
"They are real"
She takes a sip from her drink
"I am sure they would. Chrysalis seems to have taken the world by surprise"
\r
>>83388
I think I can recall a few other scenes where ponies would just walk up and take a bite out of whatever they were eating. I think I've only seen a fork like once in the whole show.
>AJ
>Uncultured
Well, anyway, Sister Ash let's Abby finish her meal before she gets ready to take the tray away.
I think I can recall a few other scenes where ponies would just walk up and take a bite out of whatever they were eating. I think I've only seen a fork like once in the whole show.
>AJ
>Uncultured
Well, anyway, Sister Ash let's Abby finish her meal before she gets ready to take the tray away.
>>83390
"Indeed. She needs to be stopped, before we allow her to gain even more strength." He continue to stares at the drink. "Is that even good drink? Or is it like those meals they serve at fancy restaurants I keep hearing about: artsy, with no real substance?"
"Indeed. She needs to be stopped, before we allow her to gain even more strength." He continue to stares at the drink. "Is that even good drink? Or is it like those meals they serve at fancy restaurants I keep hearing about: artsy, with no real substance?"
>>83393
Yes. She waits for her to finish.
She came under the premise of bringing her dinner.
"Feeling better?" She asks
Yes. She waits for her to finish.
She came under the premise of bringing her dinner.
"Feeling better?" She asks
>>83396
*Pets filly one more time*
"That's a start then." she says, as she floats the empty tray
"You'd best get ready for bed soon. You were up all night last night afterall.." continues
*Pets filly one more time*
"That's a start then." she says, as she floats the empty tray
"You'd best get ready for bed soon. You were up all night last night afterall.." continues
>>83400
Fuck. I didn't know the time. I thought it was 7-ish.
Also, I have to sleep now. I'll finish this some other time.
Fuck. I didn't know the time. I thought it was 7-ish.
Also, I have to sleep now. I'll finish this some other time.
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