Surprised no one has posted the carousel from the quest.

I got this from it:


Grey-green fog clouds your mind, punctuated only by the sound of a galloping horse. As the hoofbeats grow louder, the fog clears to reveal a cloaked elven man riding a black horse down a trodden path through a swampy forest. Despite the low-hanging branches and difficult terrain, man and beast fly unhindered. You follow the pair as they tear through the swamp, across fields, and over hills. Eventually, the pair slows as they approach a weathered old inn. A wide-eyed young boy gapes at the horse, which appears to not even have broken a sweat. The boy marvels, "Gosh, mister, that’s the fastest horse I ever seen! He doesn’t even look tired!" One corner of the elven man’s mouth twitches into a slight smile, and the man replies with a cool tone, "Not quite fast enough."

Roundtime: 8 sec.




Wisps of grey-green mist wrap around the corners of your mind, framing the scene of the cloaked elven man astride the black horse from the previous scene. The man is talking down to a bent old woman wrapped in a brightly colored crocheted shawl and matching headscarf. A brightly painted wooden carousel revolves in the background, tinkling out an out-of-tune song. She circles the horse, examining it carefully, and shakes her head. Frowning, she says something to the man. He replies angrily and produces a fat coin pouch from the folds of his cloak, which he tosses at the old woman’s feet. She retries the coin pouch and pours a few silvers into her open palm. After considering the coins for a long moment, she returns her gaze to the black horse, her eyes filled with dread. She whispers, "It comes with a price more than silvers," as she begins a droning mystical chant.

Roundtime: 9 sec.



When the grey-green mist clears from your mind's eye this time, you are atop the black horse, seated behind the cloaked elf. The horse's hair, however, is no longer jet black; the color is dingier, more of a dusty charcoal than an elegant black. Before you have time to think on it, your surroundings shift! Where you were in a forest one moment, you are now in the middle of a town! While villagers gawk at your sudden appearance, you feel the horse stumble under you. Looking down, the horse's coat has turned ashy, and its mane is peppered with grey. The cloaked elven man seems oblivious to his horse's weakened state and basks in the attentions of the villagers.

Roundtime: 8 sec.




Your mind clouds over with grey-green mist, which dissipates as a haunting carnival melody grows louder. Once again you find yourself watching the old woman, the cloaked elven man, and the horse next to the slowly revolving carousel; however, the horse is now bright white, and lies on its side, panting heavily. The elven man is shouting at the old woman, who merely holds up a hand. She says, "You agreed to the fee and have paid the price. I cannot save your horse; it is already dead. It died in Ta'Vaalor; it died in Ta'Illistim. It died in the Rest and on the Rock. You left a piece of that horse every place you tore it apart, and now," she pauses to look down at the horse, which has stopped breathing, "you leave the last piece of it here. I warned you. You cannot link such magic to a living soul."

Roundtime: 9 sec.


A vision of the slowly revolving brightly painted wooden carousel fills your mind, singing its sad song to an empty fairground. The elven man, his shoulders hunched, sits on a carousel horse painted solid black. Up, then down, again and again go the pair as the carousel spins. The old gypsy woman stands back hesitantly before hoisting herself onto the moving platform. She takes the man's hand in her own and presses an intricately painted tin carousel into it. She urges, "Visit him. Anywhere. And when its magic fades, come back to me." As she closes the man's hand around the carousel, grey-green mist envelops the scene and your vision fades.

Roundtime: 10 sec.


A haunting melody of tinkling chimes and visions of brightly painted wooden horses bob across your mind, but you learn nothing further.

Roundtime: 13 sec.


Tell me more within please
Is this all that lies within?"

A haunting melody of tinkling chimes and visions of brightly painted wooden horses bob across your mind, but you learn nothing further.

Roundtime: 18 sec.