And a good thing, too. A pair of glowing red eyes were visible in the distance, through the trees. Around the eyes was a head. Attached to the head was a body. The owner of the body was not pleased with Chekhov and Jon enroaching on its territory. It signaled its comrades up.

A single helldeer is not a problem, easily dispatched. However, seventeen banded together can pose quite a problem. Rushing forward, attacking as one, the seventeen helldeer swarmed Chekhov. In the dim forest-filtered moonlight, the helldeer failed to notice Chekhov's battle-readiness. Three beasts impaled themselves with their rush on Chekhov's armour, and he dispatched two more with a mighty buck. Jon, woken by the noises, crawled out of his tent; a helldeer promptly tripped on him and impaled another with its demonic antlers. He stood up and and venomously stung one more. The helldeer, recognizing the threat, slowly circled around the captain.

With a mighty swing, his blade caught two helldeer, bathing the ground in blood. The two on either side of this massacre quickly skittered back, only to be met with a pouncing manticore. Slashing his claws, the two helldeer were killed. With a mighty roar, Chekhov leaped up and smashed ones skull with his heavy, armoured hoof. Jumping back up, he spun around and lunged at another with his sword. In their haste to get away, another pair of helldeer ran into eachother, and collapsed on the ground, antlers prominently protruding promiscuously posterior from their putrid pals. Jon, eager to do some more damage stumbled on a rock and fell face down. The remaining helldeer, angered by the death of his comrades, approached menacingly, only to be stunned from behind by Chekhov's magic. "Useful to have a hostage," he remarked.

The party has acquired items:

32 Helldeer Antlers

16 Helldeer Corpses

"What are we supposed to do with helldeer corpses? Eat th-"

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"Meep."

10 Gold

He learns.

The warrior should not have escaped.

They won't be happy to find out you did it.

Who else would they accuse?

They dare not break the edicts, you are safe to some extent. Do not flaunt your power.

He was lonely. Very alone. Not that it hadn't happened before. This sort of thing occurs often enough. Who would take his kind with them? They were to be used, then discarded. Never mind that he was the only one. His kin were all left behind, but he taken up. Trael hopped down the path, hoping to find a way up. All pie dishes' ultimate goal was to reunite with the eater of the pie it had once contained. Of course, most pie dishes can't self levitate, and for those who can it is extremely difficult, so reaching a pegasus in a floating cloud-city was going to be hard.

The ship shook. Captain Janeway stumbled onto the bridge and barked an order, "REPORT!"

"Some kind of supspce distortion! It's extremely powerful, and our sensors can't detect it!"

Janeway had ordered a course change to investigate the mysterious wormhole. It led to a peculiar subspace pocket, only a small sun and few planets inside. They were all M-class, heavily populated, and surrounded by ships and satellites. They approached the closest planet to the sun, only then there was a massive explosion that rocked the ship.

Suddenly, the turbulence ceased, and a huge wormhole appeared where the planet they were heading to used to be. In the sudden sensor overload, no one noticed another small spike that occurred right before it.

"Luna!" yelled Commander Derpy.

"Derpy! How have you been?" she replied.

"No time for chat now. One of our bases has been attacked with an artificial rift. Only on survivor got away, and the data points to him being in your dimension. Find Captain Chekhov." Derpy ended the transmission.

Luna was eager to complete this mission. She had just gotten back from a millennium long lunar vacation. Not even Celestia knew of her important position. One thousand years ago, a massive attack was launched on Tales, and Luna was forced to keep up the moon to block out enemy forces. She had to masquerade a rebellion to muster the Equestria-based Confederacy soldiers. On the moon, she had completed many scientific missions set out for her, and eventually the Confederacy saw fit to return her to land.

Luna gathered her things, summoned her abacus, and left Canterlot to search.

The Desert King watched. His warriors raced across the plain, yelling hearty war cries, waving their silver scimitars and shining ceramic shields. The Sea King had invaded the southern dunes and already occupied everything east of the Naeldas river. Hours ago, the King sent his Desert Eagles to spy on the enemy encampments. They had just arrived back.

"Anything new?" The King inquired.

"The waters swirl. He brings troops by sea. He summons a hydra."

"Thank you. You are dismissed." The Eagle disappeared in a puff of smoke.

The king prepared his pentacle; it was time to summon the Menaphites.

The Great and Powerful Trixie was waiting. Overseer Luna had sent out a Class 4 Code Yellow alert, and The Great and Powerful Trixie had detected power surges on the edge of the Everfree Forest, and went to investigate. Suddenly, The Great and Powerful Trixie heard a load crash, and witnessed several birds flying out into the sky. Two figures stepped through the trees, so The Great and Powerful Trixie quickly stepped back into a bush, casting an illusion upon herself.

"The Overseer here is a princess, so we can probably find her at the royal palace. That's in the middle of here, this forest." the heavily armoured alicorn remarked to the smaller, blue pegasus.

Seeing as the two ponies were not enemies and mostly likely her targets (The armoured one was an alicorn, though neither Luna nor Celestia so therefore an outerlander, and was explaining basic Equestrian knowledge to the other one, so therefore were most likely not from around here), leaped out of the shrubbery and dispelled her disguising magic.

Chekhov and Jon traveled through the forest, llooking for clues to point towards the Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters. "The Overseer here is a princess, so we can probably find her at the royal palace. That's in the middle of here, this forest." informed the captain to Jon. Suddenly, a blur catapulted out of the ground and its shape focused and became defined in the form of a dark blue unicorn mare, boasting a hat and cape of starry quality.

"Outlanders! The Great and Powerful Trixie bodes you welcome! The Great and Powerful Trixie normally would not care for your passing, but The Great and Powerful Trixie has been ordered by Princess Luna to protect you!" announced the "Great and Powerful Trixie".

Jon made funny noises, "Cough cough cough blah cough cough blah blah Id something something are you even reading this cough cough."

Chekhov looked at him funny. "You're actually supposed to cough, not say cough."

"Quiet! The Great and Powerful Trixie has no need of your cryptic messages! The Great and Powerful Trixieis here to escort you to a safe destination! The Great and Powerful Trixie would contact the Overseer, but The Great and Powerful Trixie accidentally used The Great and Powerful Trixie's communicator to razzle and dazzle the audience with lots of flash! They never even caught wise!" The Great and Powerful Trixie loudly told.

"The Great and Powerful Trixie refers to herself in the third person to much..." muttered Chekhov.

"The Great and Powerful Trixie will forget and forgive you for that remark! Now The Great and Powerful Trixie shll join you on your quest to return to your home plane!"

Mage Trixie has join-

"Hey! The Great and Powerful Trixie wishes for The Great and Powerful Trixie's complete title to be use-"

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New Perks: Power Trio 1:

+20% power to all trio members (stacks consecutively)

Third-person person:

The Great and Powerful Trixie calls out those who refer to themselves in third person as villians using The Great and Powerful Trixie's masterful powers of hypocrisy

"Doctor, Doctor!"

"Who?"

"Yes, who!"

"Yeah, I said who?"

"The Doctor!"

"Doctor who?"

"Yeah!"

"Who?"

"Doctor!"

"Doctor who?"

"Yeah, Doctor Who!"

"Which Doctor?"

"Who!"

"Doctor Who?!?!"

"You called?"

"Who (are you)?"

"Yes!"

"Doctor Who!"

"ALLONS-Y!"