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It is around noon, 19 Seeds 3337 AE.

It has been about 18 months since you turned the White Army somewhere East of Nevershyed. They have been eventful months, and some of them you have spent together, effecting the purge of the crystal forest from Equus. The changelings on Equus have been either banished from this universe altogether, or agreed to be altered by the Elements to have pony-like empathy and value the existence of other sentient life. Most of the changelings within the crystal forest opted for the former solution, but most of the lone changelings and small hives still living on Equus went for the latter, often adopting new, more colorful appearances for their basic forms, living openly in symbiosis with others. It seems change is in the air - rains have become more frequent of late, and farmers are expecting bumper crops all over the Isle of Yore. The new state of Harmonia held its first presidential elections, with Numinous Spirit narrowly winning over Baron Geldbit. Construction of a Northern Friendship Railway connecting the Northeast with New Equestria and elsewhere, is well underway.

It may have been a few weeks or months since you have seen some of the other Bearers. This day finds you gathered at the Hues' country house outside of Sparkle City, to celebrate the wedding of one of your number, Gabrio, to his long-time fiance, Merihu. The wedding preparations have been of a somewhat singular character, involving, among other things, the ritual hunt of a giant worm-like creature, which has been butchered and prepared for the feasting of carnivorous guests - in a special outdoor food preparation area, at the insistence of the Hues' cook who wouldn't have such things in the kitchen.

The noontime sky overhead is partly cloudy - a phenomenon that was rare for most of your lives, but which is becoming increasingly common in recent months. Guests are arriving, and the ceremony will commence this afternoon.

The party debates how exactly to approach the White Island army to deploy the Elements. Some are in favor of feigning negotiation to get close, but others oppose using deception. A plan is finally decided on in which the party and Libby will use the AEC to fly somewhat close to the approaching army, teleport into range to deploy the Elements, teleport back to the waiting AEC, and escape.

- stone the cloaked mare

Mention the toss-up with RBO purge. !! !! !!

Akasha will be adventuring.

Shadow would be headed back to the Black Mountains to visit family and Akasha and Qotho would be invited.

Discolor: Continue working on the relationship with Lofty, and if it's working for both of them, continue it. Sort out her living situation; as I mentioned, I was thinking perhaps an estate near Sparkle City, if things work out.

• Gabrio/Merihu restaurant was planned to be in Sparkle City.

Emerald - Most importantly to her, giving birth and raising a foal.

• Flint would stay with Libby,

Qotho would still like to continue adventuring and traveling, most likely with Akasha.

MUSIC: The world is safe, Snake charmer

1 Gourds 3359

Dear Akasha and Qotho,

• Happy New Year. I hope this letter finds you well, and I have no doubt you've been up to interesting things since we last communicated. Unfortunately, my condition has gotten worse lately, and it appears that we have exhausted possible options for delaying the psychic degeneration. I need to see you again, before my condition makes meeting old friends a pointless activity. I have a few things I'd like to give you, as well, mementos of our adventures together. I do miss those adventures. My years travelling with you and our other companions were the happiest in my life, even darkened as they were by the effects of Scion's attack on my long-term health. I really appreciate the perspective you shared with me, and I'm proud to have contributed to your repertoire of stories. Please come to see me. Libby will meet you at the Tower of the Curator on 23 Gourds (let me know if that date is not good for you so we can make other arrangements; sorry for the short notice, but time is of the essence), which is accessible by rail from New Ponylon. Your friend,
  • -- Elly

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1 Gourds 3359

Dear Emerald and Shadow,

• Happy New Year. I hope you and your family are prospering and that your studies have been fruitful. Unfortunately, my condition has worsened lately, and Libby and I do not think I have more than a year or so left before my mental condition deteriorates enough to threaten the success of our plans. Please come to the Tower of the Curator on 23 Gourds if that is at all possible. Libby will meet you there. Sorry for the short notice, but time is of the essence. Besides the execution of our plan for ensuring the security of Equus, I have a few papers and things I wish to pass on to you and your family's collection.

Dear Discolor,

Dear Gabrio and Merihu,

There were deserts before the Catastrophe, are there are deserts still on Equus, though every year the vegetation expands, driving them back into their precatastrophic ranges. Legend says that the oldest of these is the Nameless Desert. Once the heart of ancient Ponylon, supposed to be the first Equine civilization, legends say it was cursed for the hubris and impiety of its monarchs, doomed to be forever barren. Some wind-blasted ruins break the surface of of the sand, but the train passes too fast for you to get a good look at them. Before long, the endless shifting dunes will cover them again.

"Final station for this train is the Tower of the Curatrix. Arriving on time in five minutes," says a disembodied voice overhead. Apart from your party, there are only two other ponies still in this car, a pair of curates in pointed hats who are keeping to themselves. They must have some business with the curatrix, or perhaps just with one of her staff at the Tower. Harmonia has wasted no time in reestablishing an orderly system of magical law, despite resistance to the idea from some, typically those who had long wielded the power of magic unscrupulously over those who lacked it.

The train pulls into a small station. You step out onto the elevated platform, the midday sun bright overhead. A hundred meters away, a tower rises from the desert. It's about six stories, somewhat stout as these things go - there are sconces whose archmagi have taller towers, and a dozen buildings in the new capital outclass it in height. Ah, well, none of those buildings have alicorn princesses sitting in them. The tower is surrounded by an island of greenery, drawn from the desert by alicorn magic.

An aide on the platform walks up to meet you. On the walk to the tower, he ex