/q/ - Quest

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It's been 2 years…

At least that's what it feels like. After you and Luna fell asleep, the two of you met up again in your dreams. It was here that Luna explained to you the full potential of Heart Song and Kris' hideaway. Time outside of it stood still for as long as the door was sealed and two beings were inside. This allowed whoever used it as much time as they wished to be with the one they loved without any consequences that time might take on they body, and without the world going on without them.

This coupled with Luna's powers over dreams meant that the two of you could essentially live your lives here and explore whatever worlds or possibilities your minds could imagine together. The thought of abandoning the world outside and spending eternity dreaming with Luna was tempting, and Nightmare Moon and made this offer on more than one occasion, but you both knew that you'd have to take care of Tiamat eventually. Leaving things as they were wouldn't feel right to either of you.

Two years was nothing more than a moment to someone who lived over one-thousand, but it was a good moment, and one she would always remember.

The two of you awoke, clinging to each other and taking in everything you both could offer. The desire to fade back into your dreams was almost impossible to resist with Luna resting in your arms. With one more kiss, lingering as long as the two of you could allow, you and Luna gathered up the strength to leave.

"You chose a convenient time to awaken," Luna said and paused for a moment to take a deep breath of the cool night breeze that blew by, her mane restrained by the hairband you'd gifted her. "Celestia should be raising the sun soon, then we head for Halberd's throne room to discuss further planning and preparation."

A cloaked figure trudges along the snow laden path as he eyes the walled settlement upon the hill…

Another day I walk this land, the wood buildings built upon stone foundations, Greater cities existed before this very spot and an even greater one will be built after this one is burned to ash and scattered to the wind. I hope that there is a warm place to lay my head…

Another one of London's famous fogs covers the streets as Edward Sullivan makes his way to the George's Court Pub. The streets are bustling with scruffy laborers carrying equipment and stone, while the housewives are going from store to store haggling for whatever food they can get. On the street there's an old filthy man with only one leg begging.

A certain uneasiness has fallen over the greatest city in the world after the war. While the Great War ended in victory, the effects are still felt in daily life.

As you open the door, Edward steps from the fog outside to the smog of cigarettes and pipes. Old men are drinking a pint while playing cards and a red haired with a voluptuous figure keeps the ale flowing.

At the table in the corner, Edward sees the figure he's looking for. An older man with a white beard dressed in a costume that must have been top of the line ten years ago.
He's accompanied by another man…

Perhaps you both could briefly describe how you look and introduce yourself.

Titans used to speak your name with fear, oh how quick time passes. Upon a gentle wind do the wonders of newer heroes get carried, so far and wide have they replaced your works. The life of an adventurer-retired is peaceful, tranquil, and well afforded. Such is the tradeoff for not dying with no one to mourn your passing. Unfortunately, this cannot continue as a threat unknown to these generations arises. Out here by shoreline of the Equestrian provinces there’s little need for any sell sword for civilized ponies, so when idle gossip and caravan word picks up about approaching danger it’s time to worry.

It is morning and a familiar bonnet wearing mare is politely knocking on your door, Ms. Carrot Juice.

Statues, flowers trees and more!

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The colthunt to find the cursed young zebra who is responsible for the heavy snowfall and ice covering everything around the once thriving zebra coastal city.
Unfortunately, this meant that Curry had to rush to Felfire and the colt and his uncle, heading off through the barren, icy wastes to find the witch doctor responsible.

The journey was hard and unforgiving, but the cave where she dwells was found eventually.
Unfortunately, the cold outside did not leave any room for leaving anyone outside to wait, which turned out to be lucky once the evil enchantress has turned up.
By all accounts, she was more monster than pony or zebra at this point, only voodoo magic keeping her undead form from revealing itself.
However, the power of Felfire's dagger has sapped those necromantic energies and absorbed it, leaving the undead hag to die after the battle with Curry.
The colt, excitedly, rushed outside, only to dejectedly see that the death of the witch has not lifted the curse and the cold was still to persist. His uncle told him it is alright, embracing him in a hug as he said how sorry he was. No one even saw him pull the blade he sunk into the heart of the child, quickly turning it onto his own throat right afterwards.
Still, as Felfire rushed to his side and even as his blood colored the snow around him red, he smiled as the super-imposed cutie mark faded and he saw the snowflakes from the sky disappear. The last one to have fallen landed on his muzzle as he closed his eyes and breathed his last.
However, the dagger stirred with power. It whispered in unspeakable tongues to Felfire, telling her she can atone for every sin and make everything alright. The dark magic left no room for arguments, coursing outwards from the artifact into an eldritch flash.
Once the magic subsided, the colt coughed and breathed again. Felfire felt as if a great weight has been lifted from her soul and the dagger has fallen silent… still, she could not bring herself to get rid of it, her very body aching any time it got too far away from her even in it's dormant state.
All of this obviously made the walk back rather awkward, and the colt, despite all odds, managed to be happy with his entire family gone, knowing he can start anew.

When we last left our hero and her tagalong courier and sharpshooter, they narrowly avoided a class of young donkeys being taken by pregnant mother jenny to visit the minority shrines. Here, the lords of Abeardeen permit the jennies to continue their worship of whatever faith they had before coming to this place. The largest and most active shrine was for Celestia, but they have shrines for all the major pantheons, even a cobweb-covered, ill-tended one for the Doggic Pantheon, which Klava, your sapper, snorts at.

Your options are clear: brave the crypt which no doubt is filled with ghosts of heroes' past, or go above and sneak through the dairy refinery. One way or the other, you've got to get to the skull keep of Abeardeen Fortress.

You know from your scouting that the jenny Cation lives up near the top of it, who was a smalltime performer before, but she rapidly shot up in the world with the smaller audience pool and became an 'idol' - a very popular performer. You were hoping to convince her to put on a show, which would distract all the donkeys so you could sneak out Adel.

Using this thread for one-shots and for testing out new things.

It's a routine thing for you now, isn't it?
To be on the road, or at sea, looking for something new.

Well, you're in luck. There's a whole new continent out there for you. Even for you, it's a good chance to start anew. There's no established order, very little in the ways of cities, and a whole lot of folks who wouldn't want it any other way.

But all that depends on a very simple thing: Making it there alive.