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Equestria's settled lands have for many generations been plundered and stripped bare of relics that in eons past were held in awe. Now, they are the stuff of myth and legend, considered by many to be simply fanciful tales. That doesn't stop some from taking these myths and using them as the fuel for something grand- adventure. Adventure is often a blanket term that hides a sea of motivations, and that strange motion often forces disparate parties to work together. The group of ponies that trafficked through the forest directly northwest of Hoofington were no different. Some were there for the greater good, still others for adventure, others knowledge, and some for fame. They made their way to an old and abandoned small castle that was rumored to be the resting spot of the Orb of Overwatch, and that was worth braving the hellacious winds that grounded the pegasi and forced the unicorns to keep their head down while the beating rain drowned out any conversdation. Determination was their ally as they made their way to it, however, and before long they found themselves in front of the castle. A giant clap of thunder and a streak of lightning certainly makes the ancient building seem sinister, but who knows if the Orb of Overwatch is even there? Well, that's a dumb question because in just a few moments, a few ponies will!
The wind whips through the concrete jungle of Stalliongrad, a city teetering on the brink of base civility as the most northern realm of Equestria sits isolated by the sharp weather around it. The residents are hardy, stalwart friends and lovers and given to great ats of community, as within that realm is where they can make a living in a city that stands alone against the harsh north. Here, ponies of all stripes make hearth and home, the rich and poor within eyesight- and perhaps rather than make them close, this is what led a certain mare to have been taught a firm distance between classes. But she was a mare of Stalliongrad, and Stalliongrad was community incarnate and love personified against hardship. What started as a dream turned to hope, hope to desire, desire to long-shot, and finally reality as love started a fire that melted the chilly depths of the Equestrian north away. But as quickly as it came, as brilliantly as it struck her, something beyond her took it away. The cold threatened to return but the fire that rose from within now burned bright with the desire for that desire to become a long-shot, and from that long-shot reality. With her massive funding, she has hired a crack team to find the mare that stole her heart and now they think they have closed in on a potential spot. What they don't know is they have become caught up in the Staff of Fate. Now can they adapt to this new reality and succeed, or will that fire be turned against them and their hopes and dreams turn to ash? Only one thing is for certain- Stalliongrad holds its own secrets, and tonight, they will be unlocked.
Calm waters stroke the bestide the ports of Hoofenheim, the aged Germaneic city a staunch presence in the east and one of Equestria's greatest holdings. But for as much history and splendor that is held here, a group of adventurers and ne'erdowells plan on opening upon the skeletons of the past in an effort to save the future. Maybe for each one of the individuals the reasons are different; adventure, fame, riches, sheer boredom, honor and duty- the reasons that a pony can find him or herself on the road with friends who are more like enemies than the ones you would find at a picnic are numerous if illusive, but there are a select few who have the motivation. And this small band of not-so-merry travelers have banded together to help far flung friends or outrace far flung rivals to capture the Staff of Fate. Their success will be marked by a continuation of normal Equestrian life for most and riches and fame galore for a few. Their failure- well, their failure will meam total doom in every way and realm of possibility. This is the Staff of Fate. This is Hoofeinheim. This is adventure! And that...is the Braedenburg Gate!
Equestria's secrets range wildly in every way imaginable. Some are held in the murky depths of the swamp where only one completely unconcerned with cleanliness dare tread. Others are behind lock and key, kept safe from the depravations of adventurers and thieves(if one considers them to be any different). Others are hidden in dense forests, the trees working in concert, or in awesome mountain ranges whose sheer intimidating force would shoo away any potential troublemakers. These items were of great stylistic variance as well. Legendary weapons, artifacts, letters, documents, statues, jewelry- and orbs. Orbs were commonly enchanted and what a small group of pervasive, privacy averse ponies sought today was the most unusual of them all. It was hidden, or so theuy believed, in the Itailian mountains that straddled the old border. It certainly looked idyllic, the lush forests advancing on the mountain and small, isolated shacks indicating some form of habitation, abandoned or not. The weather is beautiful and everything is silent except the chirping of birds and the pounding of hearts in tiny pony chests. Despite their alliance, each one has their own reason for being here. Working together towards a common goal, or using one another to achieve their own ends? Nopony knows. Not yet, anyway.