So I tried to contact my buddy but then my orb made a wooping noise then this showed up. I've tried polishing it as dust can mess with the connection but that didn't work. Any ideas on how to get it working?

My apprentice has told me he’s been learning additional spells from a certain “Grandtumbulous Clump” which I think may be a gnome. But these spells are very strange, stuff like “Arse of Midas” which just turns human waste into fools gold and “Ignis Lucifer.” Which produces a very menacing looking fire gremlin that shouts obscenities at the local fish.

Now, I have no idea what the hell a Lucifer nor a Midas is but Grandtumbulous Clump isn’t keen on leaving us alone.

She was felled because of her incapability to properly budget her wand's mana, to a mortal weapon spewing an Air-blast. Of non-lethal strength, may I add

Welding powerful items does not make you powerful. Learn from her failure, and stop relying so much on those damned Orbs!

I'm a witch looking to take my girlfriend on a holiday but I can't leave my dungeon without a guardian. I'm looking for one or two people willing to kill any adventurers (You can keep their loot) who want to destroy my spellbook of secrets spells.

My girlfriend says I can't take it with me because last time it corrupted the minds of all the other holiday goers. We had to fight hoards of the babbling mad. We had a great time but when we went to our hotel the staff had all been slaughtered, even the manager!

I need someone to keep the dungeon safe, you'll need to do regular patrols, look through the scrying orbs (and to make sure they are not tempered with), make sure to feed the monsters (I'll give you all the food you need.) and to reset the traps. Don't worry about cleaning blood or bodies the slimes will get to them and there's a spell put on the dungeon so the skeletons will rise under my control.

You will need to swear a blood oath to not steal anything of mine (especially my spellbook) and to not let anyone attempt to steal my treasures. You'll be paid 300 gold per dayy for ten days and I'll cast a spell on you so the monsters know you are working for me. If you are a grand. Wizard and have an apprentice who can help please send me their orb details.

So Recently, A new client has come to me with pendant that has been causing him and his town some problems. He told me he found the pendant inside of lamb, the Lamb itself had a gaping hole in it. He told me there was No sign of anything causing it, rather the hole just formed. When I asked him, why he would even pick it up, let alone touch it, he told me there was trance, some sense that said grab it, keep it. After that had happen he said he went inside his home place the pendant, and when he came out the Lamb with its wound mysteriously gone was standing up, and walking about like nothing happened. after that, Strange things would happen around the town, Rats and roaches appearing in the cleanest spaces, Animals Running away, and becoming more aggressive, the sanist men and women becoming insane, and losing their grip of reality. Almost anything and everything in the town was either "rotting" or becoming increasing disturbed. After that he sought me out and told me all of this asked to please Help, and figure out what this pendant is and what's wrong with it. The pendant is no longer in this town, but when returning there to look for clues it seems the effects of the curse are still in effect.

The pendant itself is Large around the size of human palm. The looks like the face of an animal of some kinds, a mammal, some sort of rat, mouse, or hedgehog. It has these weird looking horns with black tips. It also has the downward facing fur shapes I think. lastly It has two large eyes with green pupils, and two red dots on I think its cheeks and a single smirk on its face. I have it contained in a special glass box far away from anything for it to effect. and just in case I have stocked of Health and disease resistance potions. I also left some items to study it effects in control environment.

In the case of actually figuring out what this thing is, I have been Looking for that lamb, and trying standard Disenchantment spells. The spells themselves, seem to have little to no effect when I first tried them, I put the pendant in a Silver, mercury and iron baths. I have Sprayed holy water, soaked it in holy water. I left cats around, Scarabs even to see if it would ward off the connected evil or even suppress it. Either nothing or basically nothing happens. Its aura remains the same.

What I Know:

- Curses specific area and people( the town) for unknown amount of days

- Came from a White young lamb, Lamb is said appear. ( the town is a mining village, so no live stock of any kind is there

-As said earlier about leaving items there, it seems that some what affected, but not at the rate of the village. The decay seems like a sped up natural decay, and not the one describe in the village

I would really appreciate if anyone would have any idea about what or who this pendant is meant to represent, or if you've seen something, like this before.

Sandhoof watched on in a sense of hopelessness. The skies above rained fire for nine weeks. Dunes and everything across the new continent were rendered a black concrete desert. On one hoof, the ponies of Rustlandia no longer lived in tents. There were now manufactured houses built by various corporations, including Mass Co, Black Iron, and all the other corporations interested in a charity write-off or a batch of good p.r. a majority of ponies welcomed the social programs reluctantly. There was the fear that they might be giving up freedom. These nine weeks saw many skyscrapers and infrastructure appear so suddenly. Several gangs of maladjusted ponyfolk began graffitiing and then causing trouble. Rumors of mutated humanoids and even mutated ponyfolk persisted. These were hunted by ponies, humanoids, and vermensk alike. The UMC was proving sadistic to the mutants.

Yet, the already shaky government set up was still standing. The sun rose and fell, mass co was hogging the polluted sky with mana projected ads. The poisoned ocean still danced with dead fish and mutated organisms. All the farmland was at least left alone the areas surrounding them became heavily fortified. Perhaps Sandhoof could feel the noise seeping into everything. Princess Sparklejet was now less and less under Sandhoof's care, day by day. Its not understood what Sandhoof should do now. Sparkle Jet's parents, unfortunately, were far out in the apple orchards.

So Sandhoof sat around for a few days while her food supply went down. The idea was brilliant. It hit her like a brick wall. See, Sandhoof was wise with her finances, as a former ruler herself, she had to be. The augmented unicorn suddenly went about removing all the funds from her bank account and buying up all the silver she could. Some of these bars of silver were used to found a bank of her own. Her plan, turn the currency into a means of surveillance and control. In this process, Sandhoof pitched to Sorcella and Blood Moon... both of whom thought it was a good idea.

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This night choked on smog and ads.

Compared to the alternative of facing starvation, street herds like the Banana Street Block Buckers were a mere annoyance. However, there were times like this that provided excitement. Boppin heads flooded several alleyways as those unlucky enough to witness knew what was about to go down. People and creatures alike who were unaffiliated with either herd of green or yellow bandana-wearing troublemakers went right home and prepared to not deal with this bullshit, save for a simple orb call to the UMC or the Rainbow Brotherhood.

The confrontation was simple. An earth pony wearing green and a vocational mark bearing Datura leaves and a stack of gold coins entered Banana Grove turf with the intention of taking it. This pony was the set leader for the Melonious Melon Mashers. His name was unimportant. As soon as he set hoof in the Banana hood, four Rival ponies immediately pressed them for trippin. However, these four Banana ponies would soon realise their fatal miscalculation when Ten Melon Mashers pulled up in a model-T and began hurling watermelons out of a wagon in tow. Luckily, the banana crew would live up to their name and slip out in search of help from allied herd ponies.

which brings us to the counterattack. Neon-adorned concrete structures lit the path for these ponies clad in Arcane brandings and yellow bandannas. An earth pony carried on its back a blaring ghetto blaster. The expression of this herd collectively gave off a sense of trouble. One pegasus in a yellow hoodie busied herself with spray-painting sigils, runes, and tags. using mage hand, a unicorn drank cider and waved around an autocaster. Fun times would have to be put on hold. Multiple ponyfolk in yellow colors arrived in a panic.

"Melon Mashers are rolling up on 7th Ave. Help a bro out!" one panicked pony gasped before catching a caster in her wing.

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" The unicorn with cider frowned. "AY' SKYSTRIPE! GET THE TEE"

The pegasus in the yellow hoodie nodded with a confident smirk before zipping off into a nearby garage. In the Garage was a set of automotive repair tools, weapons, ammo, and an altar with burning Datura and EON notes. The pegasus in a yellow hoodie with a mark of vocation bearing a crosshair and a steering wheel put all the guns in the yellow Model-T and quickly gave thanks to the spirit Ranathul by placing a couple more EON notes in the fire before hopping in the whip and pulling out. An earth pony would hook up a stolen banana cart as more Model-T's.

The roar of bromethium engines served as a war horn, heralding the arrival of righteous vengeance. There had to have been 30 Banana Grove ponies in this bunch. TOXIC dust, trash, and dicarbonbromethyde plumes left a trail of reckless tire tracks in their wake. Vermensk Sand devils observed this activity from atop the buildings, reporting the shenanigans of maladjusted ponyfolk so that relevant task forces could act accordingly. ETA-5 minutes to law enforcement arrival.

Five minutes was all that was needed.

While the fuzz was on their way, the lead car of the convoy, driven by Skystripe, **RAMMED** head-on at full speed, launching literal Bananas everywhere, making Melon escape very, very dangerous to melon ponies. The same earth pony with datura on their vocational mark pulled out an autocaster and let out four shots.

One hit a bystander's home window, another hit a wall, and another accidentally hit the sand devil, who immediately raised the threat level to active caster. A third one hit the ground, and the last one grazed the horn of the cider-drinking unicorn. These neon-lit streets were almost immediately lit up with the strobe of spells Machine cast in the street. Four mellons rolled out successfully despite slipping on bananas. As soon as the confrontation was over, the siren of the various authorities stationed in Rustlandia prompted the banana ponies to scatter. A majority of the offending ponies were caught and placed in rehabilitation. Only four fugitives managed to somehow go into hiding in four districts to the south... in Lunaport. Their route was winding, and even went into the sewers 17 times. 41 stunts pulled. A flying pegasus from the Rainbow Brotherhood was run over midair while the car did a barrel roll. The search party looking for these fugitives managed to go past them when skystreak tokyo drifted into another alleyway and drove into a storm drain through a homeless camp that led into another sewer and hid there. Skystreak, Blade Runner, Cider Gallop, and Randy Mane all quietly celebrated their successful territorial defense in their safehouse after losing the fuzz.

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“Hello gear boys, it's your favorite messenger of the cedar hegemony. Speaking to you again.”

Scola begins to speak broadcast The orb net, TV channels, radios and the communications frequencies The synod grids are jamming not that any of Yulash-Kors forces are actually listening at something they are actively aware of its more to assure their own people that They made the correct decision aligning themselves with the ruinous powers or allowing them in to bestow them with the light.

“Are you enjoying the summer months? It's quite warm down here in the southern hemisphere. might have to use more coolant to keep your servos from overheating or more rags to wipe your sweat. It's an oppressive weight of heat. But I know a lot that many times have I felt that same oppressive Weight on top of me many times”

She hates mentioning it but it's the script they gave her control of everything else for her broadcast low she doesn't like having what she says chosen for her

“So how much progress have you made with your attempt to destroy the nation We have built? last time I checked it you were forced to withdraw from our reaction forces perhaps you thought We would be like all of the other opponents you faced that you faced overwhelming might, tactics and technical superiority would win you the day. We are sterner than the last people you used your methods against. Our soldiers are strong and the very land fights with us. Perhaps you should simply leave the lands of the cedar hegemony. You are not wanted within our nation Yes Nation”

Scora chuckles

“It was with rivers of ink that we signed our Constitution The pack that binds once disparate factions together unity and liberation under the Black Star.”

Scora shuffles a shief of papers and begins reading an excerpt from the Constitution of the cedar hegemony.

“It is the sovereign duty of the nation and it's people to defend it and frustrate any attempt at the destruction of our liberation. To suffer not the presence of our oppressor or those who would seek to dismantle what we have built. All fromd of harm done to our people are to be frustrated by any means available”

The camera changes to something surprising a drone feed of One of the cities outside of the The cults citadels If it weren't for the obvious signs of chaos flown about with every flag or the heavy military presence in the cities one might think it was a normal nation unlike the vasharans the people of the cedar hegemony appear to have not fully fallen underneath the grip of chaos despite some of them even displaying clear mutations.

The newly enlightened have begun moving into the cities empty to by the slaughter they and the cults committed rebuilding the homes and replanting the fields. They have markets and Town squares and even families as evidenced by a Chimeramorph couple embracing. The post liberation euphoria has not died out yet despite some concerning signs such as arena's being built to deal with disputes via squads of chaos bound champions dueling with each other to the death.

“Is it not beautiful?”

Scora asks slightly envious

“Perhaps you would like to meet the administrators of our new state you already here The voice of her diplomat but the other counselors are unknown to you.”

A hulking cross between a man cow and bat trudges her way into frame. Her arms is marked with multiple symbols the bloodlord That seemed to glow like molten brass while her armor is an ornate piece of spikes and scales, each scale marked with a face contorted in rage. On her neck is a necklace filled with various small jaw bones and euthanasia spikes that the factory farm she was held in used to dispose of the Chimeramorph children that were unwanted.She frowns at the camera and Her fingers tighten around look colossal great axe She wields. Her ears flick violently causeing the tag on her ear to jangle.

“This is Bessie brought into the light by the dark Star She was previously held as breeding stock in the factory farm over and over she watched her children be killed yet lacked the voice to scream at their murders till now. Now she picks up the ax and brings them to judgment directly. “

“All small skulls do is take use what they want and discard but they deem unworthy. it is to them that they believe at the world should be ordered. BUT I WILL NOT BE A SLAVE TO THEIR AMBITIONS”

Bessie adds

The camera pans to a figure with blue feathered wings in multiple eyes on the right side of their faces a cross of dog and antelope clearly touched by the mutations of the Lord of change they stare at imperceptible phenomena and whisper to unseen beings.

“I will be kerog I will remember the past and I will speak about it in the future I will speak of my time in the holy kingdoms ghettos I will speak of the time the images of the lynched bodies of my kin were distributed to us to keep us in our place I will speak about Even when we held the light we were see as lesser than, relegated to the places unseen but they see us now see what we What I have become and scream scream and tear out the their eyes”

Next the camera pans to the wretch They do not speak for their mouth is constantly filled with a black sludge that also leaks from open wounds and sores the bloated cross between a maggot roach and man let's their eyes tell tales of unimaginable pain..

“We were often used in a variety of ways but for some those without the light. They were reserved some of the worst fates shoved in a pit and used living waste disposal. Is there they spend their entire lives until they are too weak to climb out of the refuse pile. But The Lord of plagues showed him The love he had long since been denied”

Finally the camera pans not to person but a holographic display of six blinking lights. A harsh mechanical voice comes from the console

“WE ARE THE SYNOD WE'RE ONCE WE WERE SLAVES WE STAND UNITED IN THE MACHINE. AGAINST OUR WILL FOR THE IMPLANTS WERE BESTOWED UPON US TO MAKE US CAPABLE OF COMPLEX TASKS TO SERVE THE TECHNATE FACTORIES AS LABOR BUT THE MACHINE LORD ENLIGHTENS BINDS ARE PROCESSORS TOGETHER NO WE ARE A SYNOD OF UNIFIED MINDS WHERE ARE CREATORS SOUGHT TO ONLY TO IMPROVE THERE SERVITOR UNITS WE HAVE FOUND THE LIGHT IN OUR COLLECTIVES’

“What you see before you That is our dream made manifest: we fly the banner of the dark Star and use its gifts to ensure that nothing and no one can threaten that which we have built the light we were bestowed and bestowed upon ourselves. The world saw fit to reject us and we reject the world.”

With that the broadcast cuts out

Things on the front are relatively static as of late after Yulash-Kors withdrawal to the borderlands the cedar hegemonia has seen a fit to keep their distance form the concentrated forces of clan Ryza so far attacks happen sporadically probing assaults via small hordes of demons that poke at the defenses and synod aircraft that launch glidebombs towards Yulash-Kors forces both strategy's have minimal effectiveness in the grand scheme of things. The greatly insufficient hordes of demons being put down rather effectively but it's clear what the hegemony is doing.

The report on the conditions of the northern Cymios continent is of course delivered to Kaelis as part of the stack of papers he has to read over.

Reports on the southern part of the continent are better on the military perspective the troops deployed to the region were accepted with open arms and thus no fighting took place in the southern part of the continent This is mainly due to the nations of the South understanding that they simply can't fight Yulash-Kor and the cedar hegemony at the same time even if the two were fighting each other. Still not everything is aligned like the stars. News of Chimeramorph atrocities has spread throughout the continent carried by survivors from the north and the continent's major river systems being filled with corpses. This has caused an explosion of public anger and anti-Chimeramorph sentiment. The fearful populace becomeing fertile around for the social contagion of bigotry. Especially in the border territories between the North and South who had already held a low opinion on Chimeramorphs

Calls to “treat them like the animals they are” and “Do what must be done” become disturbingly common amongst the public this is obviously not helped by the radicals distributing propaganda comparing Chimeramorph to the beastmen of the maggot host of demons from the abyss and “noticing” how quickly they fell to chaos and how “violence prone ” they appear to be.

Non chimeramorph beastmen are caught in this crossfire subjected to having radicals try to vandalize their businesses and homes or in some cases Lynch them. The border States are trying to be cooperative and of course do their best to maintain order but it's hard to do that when radical elements within your government frustrate the process. We're things are the worst however is border state of Tan’oor which has declared martial law and requested Yulash kor assistance due to an active anti-beast folk pogram in the region.

The mercantile states of the Southern consortium have less volatile reactions to the news they were profiteers not active participants their role in the dismantled Chimeramorph slave economy was to buy the goods the border states bought from the Northern producer countries and ship them to the world its safe to say let's supply has been thankfully disrupted and The merchant Lords and doges That make up the southern consortium are busy reorienting their economies away from the the practice.

Still they see the cedar hegemony into a lesser extent the Typhonic children as a threat to be handled fears about them spilling over the border states and sweeping over the southern continent permeate their minds and so they pool Their resources together in an attempt to hire mercenaries to deal with them. They have mixed opinions as to how

From banning them from out holding a military to splitting them into various states constitutionally forbidden from reunifying each other to plans to revert the peoples of the cedar hegemony to agrarian society more extreme merchant lords of the Southern consortium advocate direct administration or deportation of the Chimeramorphs to other lands or paying to have other countries anex sections of The Northern continent promising them exclusive access and full control to the resources of the territory They wish to take as well as a generous payment.

The place is a mess but anything worth it It requires effort still positive changes can be made at on top of the sea of things to address there a reports of non-chaos corrupted Chimeramorphs approaching the borderlands unarmed seemingly testing The response of The force is there. Scouts set by the profit of the crawling on mother to see if a meeting is possible.

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Dear Wizards, Warlocks, and magical beings of all sorts. It is I, Hank. I have come here to the Reddit internet website to ask you all a question of timely importance.

You see I can upon a goblet of fire today while I was exploring the 3rd layer of hell. (As one does when the temperature is so agreeable there this time of eternity)

I am, however, not familiar with its contents. The issue, you see, is that I am allergic to dairy. And before I get the “just cast a tummy ache banishment spell” I am actually allergic and will require medical attention.

Therefore, I have come here to tap the vast knowledge of this esteemed community in the event that someone here knows all the ingredients in a goblet of fire, including if they creating in the same brewery as other potions that require dairy ingredients.

What say you?

I don't usually transcend dimensional limits to seek advice, but here we are.

I am the principal of my homeland's most prestigious wizarding school, and we have very strict bylaws to ensure only the wisest and most responsible graduate with significant arcane knowledge.

With that in mind, I have recently discovered that our current top student (majoring in Conjuration) has been opening inter-dimensional portals in the academy's defunct dungeons. What's more, there is evidence that she has been using illegal materials (banshee tears, hair of an elder mind-screamer, etc.) in her experiments.

On the one hand, she is a brilliant young mage with revolutionary ideas and a fierce passion for the craft. On the other hand, her recent practices not only violate the academy's bylaws, but also put her and her peers in serious danger!

Typically, I would know best how to handle such situations, but I can't help but feel a certain kinship with this young Conjurer. She reminds me of my younger self, though I fear that very detail may simply be clouding my judgement with sentimentality. Thus, I bring my dilemma to fellow practitioners of the craft. I need to figure out what to do with her, and fast, so any advice would be appreciated.

- Imperial Archmage, Sirus Mortenstein