We interrupt our regularly scheduled program to bring you a Winter Veil chapter. Yes I know we just had a massive battle and it was completely glossed over because I'm lazy, but I don't really care. What IS important is that Santa Clause is comin to town, and he knows if you've been bad or good. Fucking stalker. I mean, why in the world would the symbol of hope and joy for the winter season also be some creepy pervert who watches little kids while they sleep? Who thought that was a good idea? Anyways, I'm getting off track. Our band of intrepid ponies turned human is currently chilling out inside Stormwind Keep, making small talk with king Varian Wrynn.
"So the missive wasn't actually meant for me then?" The king took a sip from a mug of Dwarven ale the size of a small child.
"It would seem so your highness. When Celestia said it was for somepony... er, somebody of royal blood, I just sort of forgot to remember the name. So, where can we find this 'Prince Arthas'?" Twilight, and her friends, were seated on a mound of pillows, drinking varying degrees of beverages. Twilight and Rarity had tea, Applejack... you know what? Who cares what they were drinking? Let's just move on.
"Hm, well that's actually a funny story. Prince Arthas is... technically dead. Though not in a traditional sense. His mind has been taken over by dark magic, and he has become known as The Lich King. He commands an army of the undead in Northrend. We keep killing him, but thanks to the rules of our world he keeps coming back. Just like every other problem we have."He took another long drink from his mug, belching slightly.
"We know a thing or two about problems coming back. Luckily we have a work around, and it's worked for us so far." The king raised an eyebrow. "We reform the evils we come across, and set them on a path for good." Varian's other eybrow rose up to match its counterpart.
"No shit. Well, you're welcome to try. It's not like you could make it any worse. Though you might want to get a bit stronger before you brave the frozen north. Where should you be now... probably Stranglethorn. You're a ways off, but you might be able to speed up the process a bit by running dungeons." Twilight's ears perked up at that.
"Dungeons? What are-"
"OH! I got this Varian. Twilight, dungeons are really hard fights that are meant for groups to complete, but with a lot of risk comes a lot of reward. A bunch of experience, money, and loot can all be found at the end of a good dungeon. Also there's bragging rights." The pink haired woman let loose a beaming smile.
"Well that sounds neat. Where can we find them?" Varian spoke up again.
"There's actually one here in Stormwind. The stockades. It's a bunch of criminals on death row anyways, so we let adventurers like yourselves in there from time to time to clear them out. However, before we get to that, you should rest yourselves. It's the feast of Winter Veil after all."
"The what now?"
"Big party really, we do it every year. Lots of food and drink, women dress in skimpy, fuzzy clothes. Free gifts, and it's one of the few times out of the year where everybody isn't trying to kill each other. You should really partake. Last year the jewelcrafters got together with the royal bakery and made a really kick ass cake. You couldn't eat it though, what with all the sapphires." Pinkie laughed.
"Oh please, you can totally make an edible cake with gems in it. You just have to feed it to a dragon." Her comment went completely ignored.
"We will be glad to partake in your festivities. Thank you very much your Highness." The king held up a hand in protest.
"Please, Varian is fine. You are honored guests, and I will have you address me as an equal. Now go, enjoy the party. Just don't drink anything served by a dwarf. Or a gnome for that matter." The heroines nodded, and went on their way to enjoy the feast of Winter Veil.
Despite the king's warnings, both Rainbow Dash and Applejack drank Dwarven ale, and would later be found passed out and half naked in a pile of hay in Old Town. Fluttershy drank it too, but for some reason it had absolutely no effect on her. Don't ask me why, because I don't have a clue. I'm just the narrator I can't be expected to know everything. Your fly is down by the way. Alright now how many of you actually checked? And don't you lie to me. Anyways, she found Biscuit and they ran off to the inn. Twilight just kept cataloging all the foods and their origins. Rarity kept criticizing all the decorations, and Pinkie just ate everything. Literally everything. They ran out of food. She was actually kicked out of the city where she passed out on the grass, belly full to bursting. A couple of gnomes tried to pull some mischief, but gummy saw to it that it didn't happen.
All in all it could have been a lot worse, so we're gonna count this one as a win. Sure they weren't doing anything related to their mission, but dammit they were having fun. Far be it for me to say that fun isn't important too. Y'know what? If you're reading this, then have a little fun tomorrow. Go for a walk, play with your kids/friends, get a drink if you're of legal age, don't do drugs. Or don't. Be miserable for all I care. You'll just die at 65 with a shit load of stress and regret. Whatever. Hey, you know what? This sentence was just here to get the word count to exactly nine-hundred ninety-nine. Because fuck you, that's why.