Scenario for Flint and Akasha.

Scene 1 (not particularly interactive) - Dusty interrogates the students and takes their memories.

Scene 2 - the students

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You are lying on rocky desert ground, the fierce sun beating down on you. You can't move. There is a grey unicorn mare standing over you, wearing a tattered travelling cloak and a silver diadem on her head. The diadem casts a few reflections on the inside of her hood. She has some freshly bandaged injuries.

There is a voice, but it isn't coming from the unicorn.

Voice: Silver, open their minds to me, and we'll put this incident behind us...

Silver: M... mistress, wouldn't it be simpler --

Voice: To kill them? Of course, my dear apprentice. But somepony might come looking for them... better that they just wander back from their foolish little quest a bit confused and without that tasteless artefact. It will all be... forgotten.

Silver: Ah, yes, mistress, very prudent.

Voice: Cast the spell, Silver.

The unicorn casts a spell...

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You are in a comfortably lived-in house of some kind. It's dark, except for some moonlight through the window. A disheveled-looking young stallion is on a couch, passed out in a drunken stupor. There's a big crest on the wall that says "Noble and Ancient House of the Book and the Panties." The room contains a trophy case and some bookshelves, which are crowded with books like "Illusion spells so simple an Earth Pony could cast them!", a tattered copy of "Telekinesis Techniques by Cinnabar Hues, Fifth Edition," "How to be a BADASS MAGE" and "Picking up Magical Mares" with a picture of a pretty unicorn on the front.

You hear a whisper.

W: What are you waiting for? My invisibility spell isn't going to last all night. Get their house relics and let's go.

The trophy case seems a little bare. There is but one first-place award, for the "Crooked Tower Speed Chess Club," dated 2464 AE. Besides a little other junk and some photos of groups of young stallions, there is an ornately bound book and a pair of rubber panties.

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You are caught in some kind of overpowering magical aura. In emanates from a pale green unicorn mare with white mane, blue eyes. She floats before you, her calm yet forceful image levitating above the stolen book, on the floor of another room.

U: ... and you will have no rest or peace until you complete the task of destroying our ancient enemy once again! I am sorry to thrust this upon you, but I'm only a simple enchantment and my options are limited!"

You black out...

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You have your backs pressed to a large rock. The tingle of magic hangs in the air.

Someone speaks with magical voice amplification. V: Just surrender now. You have no chance to defeat us.

A unicorn with you speaks. U: I told you we should have just gone to professor Pin and gotten uncursed, you dumbasses. "No way, we'll get in trouble for stealing that stuff." That's what you said. "Better that than dying to some ancient evil archmage who came back from the dead," I said. "Oh, that stupid old book is just malfunctioning."

His voice drips with sarcasm.

U: Well, Sparkle, does that thing out there look like to a malfunction to you? Other than how it's a crime against freaking NATURE, Sparkle? Now we're gonna die in the desert because of you...

There is an explosion, and a rock fragment catches the unicorn in the head, striking him down...

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