UNDER SEAL TEMPORARY

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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

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.

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. 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.