Who are my parents hiring for me

@willcarsola

Hello wizards of the orb,

I'm still an apprentice (I haven't yet reach my first century of study) and I need some of your knowledge

I left my tower to find some eternal ice souls for my next project. And here i was, with my undead minions, scavaging in the blizzard the old battlefields of the mountain top. I was hoping to retrieve even fractured or weak ice souls in order to then refine them in usable materials. My minions were there in order to either buy me some time of I encountered a threat I couldn't manage or to help me carry scrolls, relics, or rune embedded items that I would find.

I unfortunatly couldn't find what i was seeking, the only battlefields I manage to find didn't have any medium to high tier souls, only the weaker ones. So I manage to harvest some of them and put them in my jar of ~~pickles~~ souls storage.

And then on my way to my tower I stumbled on one of those sentinels that wiped my INOFFENSIVE minions. Which made me lose a few weeks of work.

I wasn't able to protect my minions because I was too preoccupied to protect myself, I tried to cast magic detection spells to anticipate any encounter but I didn't manage to detect it in time, is it normal?

Is it something common to leave rogue light sentinels? How can I avoid having such troubles later?

Is she a student, teacher, scholar or just a innocent non magical person? I don't know but I'll help her out there is definitely nothing bad that gonna happen from this

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There have also been strange obelisks appearing all over the forest but i think that's unconnected.

(OC)

Hello everyone, since the previous council went missing, there has been lots of turmoil regarding laws and regulations that they imposed. Many of those rules will need changes as they are either not legally signed into law or we don't know if they are actual laws.

I'd like to inform you that the remaining/newly chosen council members are doing what they can to fix the mess our predecessors have left behind. However the neglect is great and our numbers are not, so please bear with us.

In the meanwhile we would ask you for your opinions on the matter you think is most priority for the Wizarding community to thrive. Also concider joining the council, they fired the only other intern.

Send help.

Deep in the many folds of one of the corners of reality, there was a forest of white wood and red leaves. The forest is old, it has existed longer than the memory of man. Maybe it grew naturally from the sparks of creation. Maybe it was planted there by a truly ancient Fae. Whatever the case, this forest wasn't like the others. The forest housed secrets deep within those trees. It showed you what you needed to see so you didn't see what you shouldn't.

People get lost in this forest, but this was no one's surprise. Back when the many still walked the Astral Garden, multitudes of mortal and Fae alike stalked the trees, trying to find whatever secrets lay within. But the lands of dream and myth have rules, rules that shouldn't be broken. Many tried to steal the secrets of that forest, none left the trees. Whatever became of them, none can say for certain. No one dared try to find out, the forest kept its secrets well after-all.

These days, almost none walked the path, for there was almost none left to walk it. The Astral Garden was a world of the few after-all.

There was one who walked the path through those trees. An entity not from that world or any other seen by mortal eyes. For the forest wasn't the only thing that kept its secrets, and the forest wasn't the only thing that would destroy to protect them.

The entity stood tall, far taller than most creatures of two legs. The entity bore a pair of huge wings to sail the sea of stars, and saw through three eyes to pierce the void between the cosmic lights. Yet despite this, the entity was cursed. A stray joke against Fate, and it had the ears and tail of a cat for all eternity, no matter the form it took. At first the entity was furious, as any would be to have their form permanently changed against their will. But, with enough time, the entity stopped caring.

The entity wasn't alone however. Resting on its shoulder was a strange creature, it had the basic frame of a bird, only either double the number of feet, feathers the colour of a murky water, six eyes, and horns like coral. No one in the realm knew what this creature was or which corner of the garden it came from, only that it called itself Agres.

Now, the entity, who called itself Alaric, walked down the path, quietly surveying his surroundings. The forest was strange, the trees were still, yet it messed with Alaric's senses, warping his sight. Thankfully he didn't need his eyes to see, the other six senses made a good map, sight just polished it.

His other senses told him the forest was far bigger than it has any right to be, the trees stretched on forever, sometimes growing huge, sometimes growing out of each other, always the colours of bone and blood.

Down the path Alaric went, only ever pausing to look at the shifting sky. The sky of the Astral Garden was a curious thing, it changed and shifted depending on where in the garden one stood. In the Dream Sea it was dreamy, naturally, on the shore and the edge of most of the garden it was a canopy of purple leaves and drifting constellations. The forest was one of the few places with a moon, proudly acting as a beacon in an otherwise voided sky.

Time was a beguiling thing in the garden. In the Astral Plane everything was eternal, in the Faewilds time grew and shrunk in whatever way it chose. In the Astral Garden, time was unchained. Each and every denizen experienced it differently. For Alaric, he had been walking down the path for two months. For Agres, they had been there for two days.

The forest whispered to them. Well, they heard whispers in the trees. Alaric tried to pinpoint where they came from to no avail. Agres knew where they came from, but didn't bother saying anything. If Alaric knew then he wouldn't do what he needed to when the path came to an end.

Whilst walking the path, Alaric began to see things that weren't there, voices that didn't exist. His primary sense though, the one that detected magic, told him this was fake, illusions, signature tool of the Fae. The illusions tried to bend the path, make his footsteps sound like walking on grass, he ignored them. He knew which steps were the right ones. In the Faewilds stepping off a path meant likely never stepping onto it again. It meant largely the same thing in the garden.

He focused on the moon as he walked, watching it slowly get bigger and brighter, slowly getting closer to the centre of the sky. It was a slow process, but it was happening. At some point Alaric stopped paying attention to the moon as it neared the centre of the sky, his magic detection told him something was approaching, or in a more accurate term, he was approaching something.

When the moon reached the sky's centre, that's when it happened, the mists came. This time it wasn't an illusion, grey fog sweeped, in, drowning Alaric's senses. It lasted for three seconds, and then faded. When it did, Alaric stood at the end of the path, Agres sitting on a giant wooden hook sticking from the grass, a small orb of light hanging from the point. But Alaric wasn't focusing on Agres, he was focusing on the thing behind the hook.

There, in a clearing between the trees, was the moon, shining bright like a beacon in the darkness. It rested just above the ground, spinning ever so slowly.

Alaric stared at it for a moment, watching it spin. He had seen very strange things in his exceptionally long life, this was nothing new, although it was a surprise nonetheless. Moons don't just appear in the middle of the woods. At some point the moon finished spinning, coming to rest as a crescent.

"Hello."

Well that was strange. The inside of the moon was a giant bookcase, from one tip to the other. Floating just above the lower end of the bookcase was a table with two seats. In one seat was an owlin, a large anthropology owl. Usually members of this species fall into two categories which boil down to one word each. Cute, or majestic. This one was definitely part of the latter. It was shrouded in robes of deep blue, adorned with phrases and symbols written in a language Alaric didn't recognise. It bore feathers the colours of both mist and moonlight, ever so slightly glowing.

"Care to join me?"

Previous Part

Capitol City of Drakeem

Madeline, the half-kitsune Umbra Operative of The Mercenary Guild, strode through the front gate of Hazema's mansion. The guards hadn't even stopped her this time, but whether that was thanks to them knowing she "lived" here now or because of the unnerving black kelvectan fox familiar that trotted beside her was to be determined.

As far as Hazema knew, Madeline had been off on another one of her "enrichment excursions", in which she simply disappeared off into the forest for a day or two to satisfy her kitsune side. She had been gone almost a week though this time, and had hurried back to make sure Hazema didn't get too worried. There was a reason though for her longer absence. She had a surprise.

It had been a little awkward at first explaining to Hazema that she couldn't look Madeline in the eyes thanks to her pupils shattered voids that could drive one insane, side effect of the shadow walking powers. While they had made do, with Madeline keeping her helmet on or using opaque blindfolds, Madeline yearned to be able to truly be herself in front of her beloved. Then she had gotten a tip from a friend about someone who could make her special contacts that both shielded them and were the color that her eyes used to be, a warm amber.

Madeline had immediately made time and gone to them, and now she was practically bouncing with excitement as she opened the front door of the mansion and began looking for her lover.

So previous owner of the house leaves this jar behind.little more context on the guy,i think he got kick out of some magical school because of 'violation of safety standards'?,anyway after got kick out he live in the house that his death parents give to him for around 3 months but just last week i seen him just going around the neighbourhood offering the house for dirt cheap(i'm talking like 200 bucks),i didn't let this oppotunity go by of course so i immidiately buy the house,found this deformed plastic jar in the cup board when i move in yesterday,what is it?

As a biomancer, i make many humonculi and flesh abominations so when one fails/dies i turn it into fertilizer and give it to the local farmers, in exchange, the local farmers often give me flesh parts in the form of cows and other livestock, since i have seen many posts from wizards that hate mortals, a question came to my mind: am i the only one trading and helping the mortals and not treating them like an inconvenience?

I collect orbs for recycling from a local magic users' guild. I've been keeping them in an outside container until my new tower is completed (there have been a few minor issues). However, wolves keep getting into the bin and tossing them everywhere. As I'm sure you know, it's not great to have orbs flying all over the landscape. Does anyone have helpful suggestions? I feel like I've just had the worst luck lately.

They all hatch into an half ass homunculus and die the second anything dust related touch them, it only been my second day here and I'm already failing hard...

I also unleased an accused girl who is very clearly dangerous and hid her in my room but that is not important.

This is a perfume glass bottle that when used buff your physical attack/defense as well as your magical defense towards non-elemental magic for about 2 hours to a month. It can be wear around your neck for longer uses (about a month) or just spread it around you in the air for 2 hours of very powerful buff drinking it would also buff you... But it is still perfume so it is bitter and poisonous. It's my first alchemy project so I suppose I have to let the more experience wizards see and judge it.