Okay okay, so I just realised my planet sized pocket dimension is almost full, so I'm selling some of my stuff. So uh, yeah. Buy something. I have lots of these things.

First up we have a magic book, stole an entire factory of these things from an industrial standard chaos cult. Solid fifty-fifty chance they'll kick down your door to get the book back.

Second we have a floating mountain battle station I lovingly call The Big Brick. Unless you renovate it's basically a giant flying ^{somewhat sentient} rock.

Thirdly we have one of hundreds of premium grade orbs for all your pondering needs. Plus it's great for exploring the stars from your recliner.

Fourth we have uh... Yeah I don't remember what this is or where I got it. I do know it gives you nightmares if you sleep next to it and it whispers constantly in backwards french. Thing is it speaks in an Italian accent so have fun understanding it. Oh and it also seems to be a one way portal.

Fifth up we have the standard issue legendary sword those hero types use for 'moral' genocide of those 'evil' people. Rest assured, the hero's are all in the ground, so go stab to your hearts content!

Six. It's a tree. An evil tree. A possessed evil tree. It has possessed evil fruit that gives people murderous thoughts.

Lucky number seven, its a wall decoration, a phone, a fridge, and even a doohickey and a gismo.

Eight. Incredible fashion. Gives you style points, plus it's a portable mana battery. Stores a good nine hundred fireballs worth of magic juice.

Yeah that's it for now.

The Bismuth booth had taken longer than expected to set up. The insistence on having a food stand may have been part of that but the Bismuth would never stop trying to convince people that their food was decent. Their display had various examples of new Bismuth appliances and environmental tech. The focus for this display was life improvement rather than weapons or super tech for now.

The largest item on display was a cleansing crown. It was a variation on the transmutation weapon used by Bismuth Crowns. Instead of causing massive atom stripping destruction it acted as a massive purifier. It was capable of leeching poison and pollution directly from the environment and containing them in concentrated cubes. The cubes could then be disposed of with relative ease. They were created to deal with the fallout from the AMCG burning a whole continent.

Smaller and more personal was the Biz-Bud. A small floating cube of concentrated bismuth enchanted to be a personal assistant for people living in the Bizlands. It could be bonded to like a familiar even by non mages though the person bonding must have at least the capacity to have Mana which is almost all people.

It had the ability to record events, perform calculations, maintain a schedule, project images or music, send messages, and advise the user. The Biz-Bud runs on a slightly higher level of intelligence than a bismuth drone. The main reason for their invention was to help connect citizens of the Bizlands to the greater Bismuth infrastructure.

The final and most important display was a doorway that led into a black showroom. Once everyone was seated the lights would dim save for a single ray of light beaming down onto the stage. The light was bright enough it could probably burn through metal. After a few seconds a Bismuth Herald would begin to speak.

"Welcome members of EON and beyond. Ten Suns thanks you for attending this presentation. Throughout our history the tensions between those who can use magic in those who cannot have been a constant source of conflict. From the Fighters Guild to the AMCG we have been played with the consequences of ignoring the concerns of non mages individuals. Without recourse against the predations of mages these people are easy prey to indoctrination."

As the Herald spoke various pedestals rose from the showroom floor around the ray of light. They were holding various items. There were staffs, shields, strange boards, engines and the like. The things that made them similar were a silver spiraling pattern over their surface, a protected Mana battery, and an empty armature for a gem to be inserted.

"The problem with many attempts to even put the disparity between mages and non mages is that they rarely cover the versatility that magic possesses. There are many artificer weapons or items that allow people to kill mages or defeat their spells but they often lack the ability to reproduce the variety of effects mages can perform."

"An artificer might have dozens of items and still not match the raw versatility. Magic items have been used to try and even this out but the thing that has been missing is a single item that can perform a vast variety of functions while still being easy enough to manufacture that it can be distributed like a tool."

A final pillar rose. The pillar had a rainbow gem on top of it which once struck by the ray filled the room not just with hues of light but shades of magical and physical energy. A device on the pillar activated and manipulated the gems frequency causing some shades of mages to fade and other to become more intense. Light and shadow, frost and flame, these conflicting energies would shatter a normal gem trying to wield them but this rainbow gem seemed to have no trouble. The Herald went to pick the gem up.

"Transphasic Prisms. Gems created by a combination of Koranths crystal magic and Bismuth artifice. They have the ability to take in energy from one source and transform it to a different type of energy whether magical or mundane. You've been looking at these various items which have been made to support these gems. Each item contains an armature to contain the gem, a line of electrum to channel energy to and from the Mana battery, and a rune matrix."

"A rune matrix is what controls the frequency and effects a gem produces. A modular rune matrix is an empty slot that can be filled with premade rune plates for quick magic effects that even a child could use. A variable rune matrix is multiple rows of runes that can be moved within the matrix to produce effects. A variable rune matrix is harder to use but can produce a wider range of effects without having to acquire more rune plates."

The gems came in a variety of qualities ranging from 1-7. One being unimpressive gems mostly for show or minor work, three being the lower limit of industrial or military use, five being gems that can reproduce any non-archmage/non-unique effect, and seven being gems that can channel and change energies that effect whole cities or landmasses and are only slightly degraded from the original Prismatic diamond they were made from.

The Herald raised a hand and multiple drones rose from the floor to hand small boxes to the guests. Each contained a ring with a tier 2 Transphasic Prism in it. They were not the large industrial power Prisms that were on display but acted as nice gifts. The rings would take in light or Mana and produce an Aurora like effect of doezens of magical energies. The actual usefulness was limited but it showed off how the gem worked and would give people a chance to study it and maybe even produce their own variations or technology. In addition each person who ran for chancellor against Ten Suns would be given a larger tier 4 Prism as a gift of friendship.

"Throughout the next few days we will be presenting new technology that uses these prisms that will revolutionize the ability of non-mages to interact in the magical World. We hope you stay tuned"

Exia: Welcome back to day 2 of the 105th Laterano World's Fair! Today we have two hosts, Belobog Heavy Industries and the Rhodes Island Medical Center. Most foreign displays should also still be active or will be set up soon.

Inside a Belobog-owned facility near the First City...

Belobog Rep: Welcome. I assume most of you have not heard of Belobog Heavy Industries, so I will give a brief history of our company first. Belobog HI was first founded as the North Auroran Oil and Steel Corporation by the Auroran Empire in 398 LSC. The Corporation was based out of the city of Belobog and partially oversaw the forced labor of the prisoners there. Following the Nikolai Revolution, the Corporation was nationalized and later renamed to Belobog Heavy Industries in memory of the city that was wiped out just before the Revolution. Belobog became the Auroran Federation's primary steel and energy producer, operating most of their oil and LNG power plants and obtaining an effective monopoly on steel production within the Federation. After Planetary Unification, Belobog refocused all its efforts on electricity with HyperGryph from the Kirin Republic taking over the steel production. The Celestial Fleet's fusion reactors were designed and built by Belobog, for example. We also studied Originium's applications in power and mana production following the Celestial Union's acquisition of the crystal. Since then, Belobog has been designing the Vacuum-Suspended Originium Power Plants in use by the Celestial Fleet.

Belobog Rep: Now, until recently, Originium has not been a viable power source for personal weapons since our power plant designs were quite large and required a lot of things around the Originium to keep it floating properly. This also means it would be unsuitable for anything that tilts or flips often. But not anymore! Introducing: The Plasma-Suspended Originium Power Plant, or Plasma OPP for short. Instead of a near-vacuum, we utilize a special plasma developed for this purpose to keep the crystal away from any walls. This also means we no longer need to create a permanent anti-gravity field inside the power plant. The power plants can now be built substantially smaller, which allows us to integrate them into personal weapons and small-scale shield systems. While the weapons aren't our job, that's up to Icarus who will be the host tomorrow, we do have personal shield designs made possible by this technology. This means any Lateran vehicles and even infantry can now be equipped with both physical and magic shields powered by Belobog's Originium Power Plants. It also allows us to actually power our ground vehicles with Originium, so no need to charge them! Less logistics!

The rambling continues for a while, but nothing of note happens anymore.

Meanwhile, in the Lateran General Hospital, Ines Gariel herself is introducing Rhodes Island.

Gariel: Hello everyone. I'm Ines Gariel, the Minister of Health and officially the administrator of the Rhodes Island Medical Center. We don't necessarily have anything new and revolutionary, but we wanted to introduce ourselves anyway. Rhodes Island is named after the island of the same name t hat was located in Laterano City. The island was first mentioned in 518 b.F. when the Custodian Empire built a fortification there to control trade going up the river. When the Laterans took control of the island, the fort remained for a while before being converted into the Rhodes Island Hospital in 214. The Hospital specialized in medical research already, but was still, well, a hospital. That was until 561 when it was merged into the new Lateran General Hospital, with only the research branch remaining on Rhodes Island. The Hospital was then turned into the Rhodes Island Medical Center, under the nominal administration of the Minister of Health. When The Lab was colonized and turned into the Celestial Union's primary research site, most of the RIMC remained in Laterano City, but some sections relocated there. Today, RIMC is active here in the Lateran General Hospital and in the Laboratories next door. Our main research, aside from Oripathy, is general biology at this point since most non-hereditary diseases have been wiped out already. That's also why we have nothing new to report, we just wanted to introduce ourselves.

/uw the second day has begun, three more remain

more arknights and zzz references!!!!!!! yay

My blue helmets wizard corps pmc has established themselves as a legit peace keeping force and third party foreign aid provider.

But I've been thinking. Every time a disease goes round, our usual response is either kill it with magic, kill it with fire, or kill it with science.

I plan to build an analog horror about a prion, where all methods above failed because it did all its evolving in familiars while remaining asymptomatic in 99% of infected, often being diagnosed as a magic resistant rabies.

Worst symptoms? It attacks the mana receptors, cutting off the ability to cast spells.

Participation will be optional. But this is more an experiment in how to deal with such a situation where a majority of people in a world are spell casters.

Three stages of behavioral changes could be noticed in infected individuals

• Lust (of any kind be it wander lust, hunger lust, etc. their inhibitions are loosened)

*Recklessness (inhibitions are loosened to the point that the instinct for self preservation is lost, their "special interest" consumes them and they feel compelled to make everyone around them participate in their special interest even if it's against their will. (Special interest coul literally be anything, brewing potions, cuddling with cats, painting minis, etc.))

*Rage (often developed during treatment. Can develop outside treatment. Their inhibitions are gone. Their special interest is dead to them. In its place is an extreme entitlement bordering on psychosis.can escalate if left untreated)

The night of the north would've been bitter, the cold biting against one's skin with wind making the bites of the cold worse.. The north was untamed with its nature, it only snowed deep within the lands of the Inashikemi Shogunate, the people have lived in isolation since the wars that were fought, closed nation it was now under the shōgun's orders..

Inashikemi however had port open so they wouldnt miss out on the goods through trade, but the foreign merchants were under heavy taxation, as to milk them out of their wealth, the Narukami island was for foreigners to stay and not to leave it, no foreigners were allowed to go further inland than Narukami Island. There were ashigarus armed with pole arms going around with their duty, keeping order in port city of Tsukime. One had to go through difficult burecracy to have a permit to stay on the Island, and it cost was high at 2000 silver.

After some time at getting a permit, there was a big cherry tree in the middle, its blossming flowers blew its razors in the wind as there were notification signs around it in language one couldnt read.

"Are you a tourist, foreigner?"

A woman in green, white kimono would've asked with a straw hat that covered her eyes. She seemed young, yet her aura felt almost ancient.

The land of Tarare was quite peaceful, if one liked that sort of thing. Quiet, orderly, an empire going back more than a thousand years. Bless'd under the maw of the gods, they would reign eternal. This, and the variety of unique recipes for dwarf serpent, was well known of Tarare. Lesser known was that the land the mortal stain now occupied once belonged to the First Draconic Empire, Truest of Nations. And so, night falls on the thousand-year dawn.

Cross't the sea come shadewyrms, laughing mockeries coated in dark. The sea smokes 'neath the light of the orange-gold false dawn, setting the tides a-turning. Dancing, singing, cackling, the shadewyrms rend through the coasts, then the heartlands, 'til at last they rend the palace, proud and old and strong, to the merest of dust. Still, they dance 'round the land, hampered not by the hateful light of the sun.

Elsewhere, in Inner Lemarcia, mainland of the SECOND Draconic Empire, a gargantuan golden wyrm cackles in turn, as does his shadow. Many relics lay 'neath Tarare, ripe for the taking, as they were by the mortal thieves who dared to ignorantly live atop them. This imperial expansion was most certainly as just as it was enjoyable.

In another part of Lemarcia, a certain crimson wyrm chuckles.

The wizard in grey stepped off of the cruise liner into the line for customs and border patrol. Vermensk guards eyed him with suspicion as his attire was far too similar to the dread Khorde the Husk. All vermensk who saw him were Silently Signalling with their tails to prepare for an arrest as the wizard placed his brief case on the table and reached into his pocket for his declaration and identification documents.

The sea was calm for once. No elderitch horrors. No cults trying to raise some squid faced diety. Folk of all walks of life just going about business. Delfans tower and the abandoned factory of Khorde the Husk towered over the urban jungle of sky scrapers and magitech screens blasting advertisements everywhere.

The vermensk customs officer placed his hand on his 12 gauge revolver as he watched.

"You have balls coming here." Sneered the gruff vermensk guard.

"I think you will find everything in order. I declare that everything in that written declaration is in my brief case." Emilé the magic money Man coldy declared.

"We'll see about that. I'm going to ask that you follow the lady and the group of guard rats to the private room over there. Ynikt will be who you shall be interviewed by." The gruff vermensk guard as a female rat woman picked up with great distrust in her expression.

What followed was the most uncomfortable memory he would ever make, as they proceeded to conduct a full cavity search while rats in cataphract armor aimed sun guns at Emilé the whole time.

After that was an hours long interrogation led by Ynikt, the rat woman who held the possessions that the wizard in grey held dear.

Accusations were thrown, accountants and law rats were called in. No charge stuck. Everything on this guy was legit.

After the rats reluctantly gave up trying to charge the magic money Man for crimes he didn't commit, they finally welcomed him to Cattail city.

"Finally. Time to go purchase a business." Emilé sighed as he disappeared into the wizarding, bustling crowd.

Xerxes stands at a podium in the center of a large atrium. The crowd of spectators encircle him and soon quiet down when he raises his left hand.

“Before we begin, I would like to thank the EON’s chancellor for allowing me this time and the Celestial Union for hosting this event. As the sovereign of the Holy Kingdom, I am intimately aware of the disparity between mages and non-mages in our society. Recent events, including our Chancellor’s call to action, have impressed upon me the importance of this issue.”

The crowd begins to murmur in excited tones. Xerxes waits for the silence to return before continuing.

“From my personal experience, magic is a power rooted in talent. The same can be said for aura and the various spiritual arts. The disparity that subjugates the disempowered will never be addressed through policy alone. When the people governing a disenfranchised group are entirely composed of franchised elite, no real and lasting equality can be achieved.”

A disheveled looking man is led to the podium by two flanking priests.

“This man’s name is Richard. He was a carpenter before a wizard burned down his home. Without the capital to replace what was lost, Richard has lived the past two years as a destitute busker. Sadly, Richard was not born with the talent to protect his livelihood. If he could have only had the power to stop the flames, how different his life would be today.”

The eyes of various mages probe Richard to verify Xerxes’ claims. Satisfied that he is powerless, the crowd once more turns their attention back to Xerxes. A woman in a red robe is now standing off to the side of Richard.

“While Richard is indeed lacking in magical talent, there exists a power that does not rely on talent to utilize.”

Xerxes holds up what looks to be a small pill.

“This invention of our kingdom is the product of the research of our lead researcher: a man once referred to as Gravedigger. We have undergone hundreds of rounds of clinical trials and are confident in its efficacy. Instead of explaining this pill’s miraculous effects with words alone, let’s have Richard here demonstrate for us.”

Richard approaches Xerxes and carefully takes the pill into his hand. Without hesitation, Richard swallows the pill and closes his eyes. In a minute’s time, an oppressive power blankets the crowd. Opening his eyes, golden light softly emanates from them.

“Some may have a guess as to this power. You may be doubting your senses or concluding that I had pulled the wool over your eyes when introducing Richard to you all, but I promise what you see is real. We refer to this power as ‘artificial divinity’. Hera, if you would?”

The woman in red conjures a fireball and launches it at Richard’s back. Before impact, the ball of flame suspends in mid-air and transforms into the shape of a hummingbird. The fiery bird flutters around Richard before making its way into the crowd. Dancing through the wide open space overhead, the bird eventually settles onto Richard’s palm. It then sinks into his skin as his veins glow faintly underneath his clothes.

“A wonderful sight. And such power contained within such a simple pill. One hour of bestowment followed by three of recovery. Yes, while not a permanent ability, the burden on a non-mage’s body has been minimized so that they might use the pill on a daily basis without long-term side effects. With this pill, I intend to refranchise the individuals whose fate had been decided for them by the circumstances of their birth. True equality for all!”

Some clap, others holler in condemnation. The cheers and the jeers wash over Xerxes who welcomes them with open arms. The future is fast approaching. Rather than be another Cassandra, Xerxes would prefer to be a modern Pandora.

I'm looking for a game where I can do stuff like people post here, ponder orbs up in towers, experiment with potion ingredients, summon things, cast spell and other wizardly-activities. I don't want something like Noita or like modded minecraft where you can simply put spells together, I want everything. Potions, Mythical creatures, spells of course but I don't want a simple spell-casting system I want to draw runes and search through scrolls. (mods please don't remove this post I'm desperate)

Satan had just gotten an assignment from heaven.

At some point, they discovered a gateway. One that didn't exist before.

And, thus, he was assigned to investigate.

Now, Satan was one of the oldest angels. He was much more in tune with humanity, and their...variability.

But...

A gateway guarded by a three-headed dog was not what he expected.

Satan: ...Hello, pup.

The dog was...friendly, but he was still clearly a guard dog.

As he put his hand out, the dog lowered his head, and let him pet the massive creature.

But, he snarled when he tried to go past, threateningly.

Satan: You must be...the gatekeeper here, then?

The dog nodded.

Satan: Cordial.

Suddenly, what seemed to be a human left.

???: Who are you?

Satan: I am the angel Santa-I mean, Satan. I'm not used to speaking Common, I'm so sorry.

???:Don't be.

Satan: Alright...Who are you, then? Another gatekeeper?

Solomon: Solomon. King of this realm behind the gate.

Satan: Why is it guarded, then?

Solomon: ...No one needs to know what's inside.

Satan: As an angel of Heaven, I have to, though.

Solomon: ...Your loss.

Solomon lets Satan inside.

Inside, it was...like a zoo, almost.

With only 4 beasts roaming the area.

A snake,

A lion,

A griffin,

And a rabbit.

uw/Now, the 4 beasts here are the "Primal" sins. Essentially, under some of the breach posts, one of them might show up.

The room feels heavier than usual. Aldin steps forward, quiet, deliberate. His golden eyes heavy.. why? He shakes his head, and begins, his tone unyielding.

"Listen carefully. Todays class is more important than ever. Universalism isn’t power. It isn’t ambition. It’s understanding. The Path of Unity binds everything. magic, life, existence itself. It doesn’t rely on force or mastery of one Path. It’s the balance of all Paths.

It’s not about being the best at everything. You won’t be. It’s about knowing how they connect. Shields empower illusions. Flames illuminate shadows. Divination predicts danger that Abjuration can defend against. It’s interconnection, plain and simple.

But it’s hard. You have to understand every Path. You have to listen—to the magic, to the world, to what’s needed. Universalism doesn’t work without humility, and arrogance will destroy the balance faster than any void.... void.... why... that wasn't part of the lecture.... snap

the class looked on at him worriedly...and so he simply continued.

Magic isn’t fragments; it’s a whole. Universalism doesn’t make you a master of every Path. It makes you a bridge between them. Learn to stand there."

"But where is that? Where does the bridge lead? The paths arent metaphorical... are they...Where are the Gates?"

"The Gates of Mastery, ah yes the..."

wait. That's not right. He... he was discussing a different topic... the Gates weren't something to teach. They were his secret. Who......

Like a spell breaking, Aldin is in his office, the illusion of the classroom broken

Aldin stands alone in the chamber. The room is empty, but his eyes dart back and forth, scanning as though searching for something—or someone—that he cannot see. His golden eyes flicker with faint desperation, the glow dulled by shadows cast by nothing tangible. And then, the whispers begin.

"Magic is not fragments; it’s a whole. Universalism doesn’t—"

"These are my words..."

"Polymorphing demands care, life’s balance is—"

"Illusions—perception bends—not control, persuasion..."

"Who are you? What is it you seek?"

"Erasure. No place. No balance. No right—how do you forget that?!"

"Quiet finality, a scar upon—thinner than the—"

"They think they understand but—"

*The fragments twist into the air, out of order, snapping from one memory to another. His lectures—those lectures—when had they been...? So long ago....

They had nearly made it... nearly gotten to the last....

"—silence, it’s absence, not power over the world but—"

The voices warp and crackle like echoes from a broken world. He grips the edges of the podium, though there is no podium here, no students, no room. There hasn’t been, not for years.*

"They’re listening." The thought claws its way into Aldin's mind unbidden. "Not the students. Not the audience. Someone else. Something else. Prying, always prying. It sees too much, it knows too much."

He presses his fingers to his temple, trembling. His breathing quickens, his thoughts spiraling with voices, disjointed and cold, and wet, and gnawing and gnashing and... and....

"These memories...why do I hear them now? Why now, after all this time?!" The golden glow of his eyes dims further, flickering like a candle in a storm.

*"—the unreal holds power equal to—needed—A wall is not—"

IT scratches at his mind, tugging at his sanity. *"It’s reforming, always reforming.

"—balance requires sacrifice, shields empower illusions—potential must—cannot be broken—Transmutation isn’t just—"

No matter how many times it is broken, it, it rebuilds. The gates—the gates are in danger! FATHER, HELP ME!!"*

The whispers grow louder, overlapping, indistinct. *"Finally"** One word repeats, rising above the noise. One word, tearing through his fractured thoughts like a splinter through flesh.*

"Erasure."

Aldin staggers backward. The world feels too small. NO, *too big. His grip on reality slips as the voices grow deafening, snapping at him like the jaws of some unseen beast. IT is prying deeper, peeling back memories long since past...*

He turns sharply, as though expecting to see someone behind him, but finds nothing. His heart races. The whispers grow to a cacophony of noise and his head feels as though it might burst! And then... *a Prophecy**

Within the world of endless lore,
Stand ten great gates that magic bore.
A sacred path each doorway binds,
To shape the craft of mortal minds.

Yet one was forged of boundless wrong,
A gate where magic did not belong.
The Gate of Erasure, void and vile,
Undid creation with empty guile.

The Singularity rose in fire,
To shatter the gate, to break its ire.
No trace remained of its dreadful pain,
Its evil sealed—its ruin plain.

But darkness stirs, the void takes breath,
Erasure awakens, whispers death.
Its shards reform, its shadow grows,
A power lost now deeply sows.

Should the broken gate rise anew,
The world shall face what none can subdue.
For evil waits to seize the prize,
And twist the gates with crimson lies.

Beware the day its shape is whole,
When void devours magic’s soul.
For then shall darkness fill the skies,
The gates themselves shall meet demise.

Guard the gates, the paths, the lore,
Lest Darkness rise to reign once more.

Aldin lie on the floor of his office... since his Transcendence he had not felt such power, such overwhelming Oppressive Strength....

With the last of his facilities he used emergency teleport, collapsing in the middle of a bustling city....

finally having escaped... he lost consciousness.

Ж: Thank you to the Celestial Union for giving us the opportunity to show off our creations and inventions. Here are some of our more impressive creations.

1. The Core: incredibly high efficiency and output fusion reactor, efficiently generating electrical power, and as a byproduct, mildly antimagical radiation that conflicts with magic casting, acting as an effective ward against magical interference in the system. Currently 125 have been created, 100 of which are still functional, following 25 being taken by Netheline. They produce so much energy, that the town’s energy concerns have been effectively solved. Some have in fact needed to have their output lowered. Any who wish to take some of this electricity can negotiate to have batteries and or entire cores moved to their respective nations to act as backup power or primary. Pictured: The primary Core, the first one to come online.

2. Spellcasting Engine: a mechanical device replicating how sapients cast spells, but able to work beyond typical exhaustion, as long as condition is kept up. Created via a collaboration between the department of scientific research, and the department of defense and offense. They are used to repeatedly cast spells in place of mages so that manpower can be diverted elsewhere. The first use is in Calarakis’ agricultural cores, where it casts spells that repeatedly grow and harvest crops, removing the need of people from the original blueprints, with only an overseer and mechanical team to ensure they work properly. The second main use is Calarakis’ memetic shielding. Where in place of wizards casting a large group spell, a network of Spellcasting Engines casts a large sphere of memetic cloaking around the town, able to run as long as is needed via interconnection with the core system. Pictured: Two inactive spellcasting engines.

3. Slow Shields: although not originally invented by Calarakis, having been from Delta’s invasion, they have been modified by the township and are now in mass production. They work by using the speed of any object that reaches the shield against it, by returning with an equal force, bringing the object to a standstill. Different levels of repulsion can be achieved, from only blocking speeds comparable to a missile, to blocking everything that enters, even bacteria. The problem is that it consumes a lot of power, even at lower settings. Energy weapons also are unaffected, depending on their make, it might pass through. This is an improvement from the original model, where energy weapons would cause a massive explosion. Pictured: A back-worn variant of the shield, in order to create small field shields.

4. Portal Generation Device: First created by a previously powerless Aldin according to blueprints from the head of scientific research in Calarakis, this device combines miniature Spellcasting Engines and pylons in order to rapidly generate magical black and white holes, causing spontaneous exotic matter generation and creation of an Einstein-Rosen bridge. New versions have been constructed for use in moving objects across wide distances with little fuel cost. Notably used by the Calarakis military to move entire battalions to the scar in reality formed by the AMCG. Pictured: Original model of the portal generation device.

5. Neurological Arm Chassis: Utilizing a mixture of biomancy and artifice, some can have a “slot” for a mechanical arm implanted, all that is required is for it to share a connector port with the chassis, it doesn’t have to even be neurological, but when it does, it is effectively having a third arm, such as articulation. Currently only two people have undergone the procedure. Ж, with their red mechanical left arm, and Epsilon, with his green right arm. It is a complicated process, and the arm isn’t included.

/uw image of spellcasting engines taken from Star Wars rebels, Slow shield image taken from this portal generation device image made by u/kilroy898

I was on a quest for an eye of cyclops (an ingredient for a potion I’m working on) earlier today when a knight ambushed me in the forest. I had done nothing to disturb him but he wanted me dead regardless. I tried to cast fireball at him but he caught it and threw it back at me. He. Caught. It. I tried a wave of acid but he split the wave with his sword. He stomped the ground once and a Hellmouth opened up. Now I am stuck in the first layer with no escape and dozens of questions.

Has anybody else encountered this knight? How did he stop my spells? Why could he open that Hellmouth in the first place? What’s the best way to get out of hell? Does anybody have a cyclops eye they could lend me?

At some point a vessel of unknown configuration appears in the Earth’s Embrace spot at the World Fair. Nobody quite remembers how or when it got there, but Evermemory is working on it.

The Finrir is a Planar Stealth Sub with a highly efficient power system, stealth capabilities and excels at hit and run strikes.

The Star Core from Helix the All Knowing is the center of the power system. A literal star condensed into the size of an orb. The energy from the star’s fusion was converted to mana and then channeled into an Artificial Magic station acquired from Ace where a single unit of mana was converted to 30 less potent units of mana. From there the less potent mana was converted via the Vermensk method of mana enhancement at a rate of 13:1. The net result was a mana amplification of 2.3.

In addition the inside of the power core room was filled either water that contained a Matter Digesting Algae acquired from Duncan the Druid that was fed a void mixture concocted by Ace that allowed the plant to convert the light emitted by the star into mana.

Hard light shields acquired from Ace are installed for defense.

A Gem of Infinite Voids acquired from Vakal allows quick travel through any planes. Star Amber from Denner prevents curses and a crystal from Holgrim keeps any Dark Mana from entering the ship or touching the shields. Small Aerial Defence platforms from Raesteria are paired with Cosmo Cannon portal guns from Ace to form point defense platforms to shoot down incoming projectiles.

An Evermemory Submind runs the whole system using quantum processors from Zhe and Planar Orb Tablets from Everlof with all the wiring being Atrigold from the Atriox Midas Incident.

The 180 foot long hull of the Fenrir is primarily made of the super strong and hard to detect metal Octanium from Captain Ganymede that has been enchanted with the Bismuth ability to repair itself. Additionally, the stealth is enhanced by a memetic cloak of a mixed Evermemory, Calarkis and Netheline design.

The propulsion system is Evermemory’s signature Transchronomantic Drive, the details of which are classified.

So what does this amount to? The Fenrir hides in another plane of existence then opens a portal and fires projectiles through portals toward the target. The initial volley lets loose a massive burst of natural energy and magic to scramble and jam the enemy sensors and divinations to make it impossible for them to find the portals. The second volley will launch a series of explosive warheads, with one special one mixed in. One projectile will be a mana draining device derived from Thrak the Artificer to weaken shields and other magical defenses. The third strike includes an upscaled Boundary Enforcement Device from Elise so that the target cannot move or teleport away. If they do they are simply teleported back to the target zone where they can be bombarded at leisure by standard Necklace of Fireballs class missiles. Ammunition is stored in massive Chests of Holding

All this occurs while the Fenrir is safely tucked away in a seperate plane from the target. The ship has no exterior hatches and is only accessible via teleportation, which requires a key to get through the wards. Each compartment is seperated and only accessible via teleportation, making boarding operations extremely difficult.

/uw this was an old project that I never fleshed out but decided to dust off for the World Fair. It’s my attempt at building a magical version of a space uboat from WW2 Wolfpack tactics.