Archived GM Notes: This page is unsealed GM-notes pertaining to PRPG2. It is not canonical to PRPG2. It main contain contradictions (even with itself), and preliminary ideas that were merely written down as I thought of them, for later consideration. The absence of something mentioned here from the canon does not necessarily mean that the party "missed" it, it could have been mooted for other reasons or simply discarded by me.

You are in an impressive wood-paneled room, with a stained-glass mural of a wizardly pony goddess passing judgment, holding two mortals on her scales. A motto on a seal reads "Fiat justitia ruat caelum." Ponies, mostly older and all dressed in stately green robes, sit at the bench, with one whose impressive hat says she is in charge sitting in the center.

Sitting next to you is a white unicorn stallion with a blonde mane, whose clothes suggest wealth.

Stallion: Don't worry, Elly.

He smiles, somewhat artificially.

President of the court: In the matter of Eldritch Lore versus the Autocephalous Magesterium of the Arcane Helix, this court finds is that the accused is _guilty_ of the misuse of biomagic on non-sentient organisms.

The presiding judge pauses a moment, looking nervous.

PJ: This incident... was of, frankly, exceptional severity. A... accordingly...

You notice that the stallion has taken an oddly-colored envelope out of his vest pocket, and layed it on the table in front of you.

PJ: ... but, um. But according to the accused's young age and obvious... misunderstandings... it is the decision of this court to... exercise its discretion in sentencing.

The other judges on the bench seem slightly confused. The stallion sitting next to you taps the envelope with his hoof, seemingly absent-mindedly.

PJ: Eldritch Lore, this court hereby orders you to refrain from any practice of biomagic except as directed by your instructors during participation in your formal schooling, until you have reached the age of sixteen years.

The judge strikes the gong behind her.

The stallion returns the envelope to his vest with a knowing smile.

Stallion: See, Elly?

He pats you on the withers.

Stallion: Now, no more cat-orbs, eh? I must say that was unsubtle. Precocious, of course, but --

Another unicorn interrupts. He's large and bespectacled. U: Unsubtle. Really, Lore, that's all you have to say to your little monster?

S: Sod off, Speck. She's already ten times the mage you are and she isn't even ten, you don't need to make _more_ enemies at your age.

U: Mind telling me what was in that envelope, Lore? The brilliant inventor of the cat-orb there [he gestures to you] isn't the only one in her family who lacks subtlety.

The stallion smirks.

S: Precious secrets of forbidden lore, of course.

The unicorn makes a really nasty face.

U: I see the House of Lore is still full of rogues and miscreants.

S: "Rogues and miscreants." Seriously? The stallion laughs.

S: Come on, Elly, let's get you some ice cream, eh?

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