The Equestrian Mage Conference. It was a gathering of the greatest minds in the fields of pony magic in a single location, held every three years at varying locations. Those locations usually had a few things in common. Lots of space, plenty of accommodations, and a mass exodus of all non-employees of the venue from the area.
The conference of the current year was being held at the Level Head Centre at the Peak Resort in the Unicorn Mountain Range. The resort was beautiful, picturesque, and if you weren’t a member of the conference or on-duty employee of the resort, you were at least in the next town over, some taking vacations right across the country.
The only ways to get up to the resort were by train, airship, or pegasus, as a road had never been built and the train tracks themselves were not built in such a way that one could walk beside them, let alone with a cart.
The resort itself was the very model of a five star resort, with large rooms, several conference halls, a gym, a pool, hot tubs, balconies, and all the fixings of a place most ponies couldn’t ever even hope to afford. The Mage Conference paid for it all for any of those invited to attend the prestigious event, so there was no worries about an invite breaking the bank.
The lobby extended up two floors, with huge columns and arching ceilings, and a grand front desk was right at home among it all, with the solid wood finish and the resort’s logo on the front of it. Behind the desk was a pair of ponies in uniforms that could be described as well put together, dapper, and how-many-bits-that-must-cost, ready to help the coming guests check into their rooms.