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?"
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