In the morning I woke up to a very pleasant sight, my wife curled up next to me, cuddling me like a teddy bear, and Starburst out cold with her plot in the air.

Can’t say I’m surprised, she managed to keep conscious until the end though.

“Morning, honey, think we should wake her up?” I asked, nudging the now well-rested Dwarf woman.

“Maybe… but on the other hand I’m enjoying the view~.” she giggled before poking the conked out mare in the flank, tipping her over. She didn't wake, but moaned and there was a resulting wet spot at her crotch, and she convulsed in pleasure. “Okay… got an idea?”

I smirk and rub my hands extremely fast until small arcs of static electricity could be seen dancing across my gauntlets, then I poked her…

*ZZZZZZZZZZZZAP!*

“AHHHNN~!!” her back arched, and her crotch SPRAYED.

In frustration, I sigh and simply use a healing spell on her until her body recovered and her mind felt rested…

… then I tried it again.

*ZZZZZZZZZZZZAP!*

“OW!!”

Once she was awake I could now laugh at her misfortune, especially since I’ve used a memory spell to record her little moment in a gem to possibly laugh at again later.

“... Why am I sitting in a pool of my own marecum?”

“Oh, just a warning next time you think you can handle two Dwarves at once, we tried waking you up before and that was the result.” Hella explained.

“Here, see for yourself.” I say as I pass her a copy of the gem. She used it.. blushed.. and what she said next was unexpected.

“Can I have a copy? This is.. this is hot.”

“That is your copy.”

She immediately stored it away in a rift. “Gonna save that for later.”

“okay...”

“Hey, mares need sexual relief, too, y’know.”

“Uh huh…”

“I'll go ahead and work on those projects you gave me, have a nice day, you two!” She ran off.

“...got any clue what the fuck just happened?” I asked Hella, who just shrugged.

Anyways after recovering from… that, I moved to send my newest Delivery to the Merchant, then idly began flipping Thrin’s token, and once true boredom settled in I clutched it.

“Thrin! Buddy! Pal! PLEASE tell me you have something for me to do! Boredom is killing me!” I pleaded, finding it funny I have to ask a half-elf to think of anything interesting for a Dwarf to do.

In a flash of light Thrin appeared a wide grin on his face. “Great timing man. We just finished an announcement and interview about my Equestria's new Arch-Mage. It was so freaking boring and way to many ‘Nobles’ looking for ways to brown nose! So what’s new with you?”

“Oh nothing much, except me and my wife recently had a three-way with her mom.” I say, attempting to goad a reaction out of him

Thrin gave a very awkward chuckle. “Sounds kinky. So who’s your wife?”

“SQUISHY WIZARD!” I hear her yell from behind me before charging forward and-wait is that my warhammer?

“OH SHIT NO! GHOST!” Thrin yelled before becoming incorporeal.

And Hella actually stops her swing an inch away from his nose before dropping the hammer and falling over, laughing her ass off. “HOLY SHIT DID YOU SEE HIS FACE?! Oh god squishy wizards are always such pussies.”

“...Thrin, meet my wife, Hella.”

“...A pleasure.” Thrin grumbled before creating a yellow holographic computer and began typing something down. “Although I didn’t know that the Dwarven women of your world were like your wife.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked.

“To be fair to most you would look like a young human female at a distance. I apologies if I insulted you in any way.” Thrin said with a small bow of his head in Hella’s direction.

“I look like a what?” she said, not exactly a scholarly mind. “Could you dumb it down a bit for the non-bookworms?”

“You look like a young girl around...ten years old if I had to guess, but again that would be if someone wasn’t talking to you and saw you at a distance. Does that help?”

Oh shit.

You walked right into it.

WHY DID YOU WALK RIGHT INTO IT?!

I backed away as I saw her eye twitch. “You see, that’s what I thought you said… horse.”

“Fizzle.” Thrin said and a orb made of many small yellow balls appeared around her before dispersing. “Shit.” He muttered.

“No, I mean Horse.” I watched as she picked up my forging hammer and slammed it down.

Now, you know how in Red Vs Blue with that incident involving Grif and that cement thing?

Yeah think that except instead of Thrin going down, the thing erupted upward.

I cringed a little as I walked over to him. “Rule 1 of Dwarf Women, human women hate being called old, Dwarf women hate being called young girls.”

“Duly noted.” Thrin groaned. “Cure.” A soft white glow enveloped him, and I help him up, just as the door knocks.

“Oh really?! What now!” I groan as I move over and open it, only to be tackled by a pink ball of fur, followed by the rest of the mane six and princesses showing themselves in.

...apparently not concerned about clothing still… okay.

“Ow! What?! Why?!”

“Come on Orgry, you keep putting off your welcome to ponyville party ‘cause you-say-you’re-not-living-in-ponyvillebutyoustillneedtohaveawelcometoEquestriapartysinceyou’reinEquestriaand-”

I proceeded to deafen myself to her tirade, hoping upon hope that Thrin is okay.

He just got nut-checked a few seconds ago, Dranlun forbid his dick breaks too from all the nude mares, but looking his way I saw he was fine.

“Nothing spamming healing spells wouldn’t fix.” He said with a small flinch. “But I will be sore for a while.”

After having Pinkie get off me and compromising we have a small private party with just us here, I move to introduce them. “Thrin, I would like you to meet my universe’s royalty and elements of harmony… I’m guessing part of you is curious as to what happened to have them… essentially anthropomorphic sex goddesses?” Seriously, it’s just meant to make them anthro, why and how did they wind up hot?!

“I’m guessing you used the knowledge that the Crystals could be reprogrammed to your advantage or this is their true anthro form.” Thrin said with a shrug and as a wide grin covered his face as he pulled something out of his cube. “I know Orgran has seen this but would the rest of you like to see my world’s Celestia after she used a Crystal?”

“No!” Celestia pleaded.

“Yes!” everyone else accepted.

“Thrin, not now, anyways I actually got your letter at the last minute, the main part of the plan was hooking up the crystals to a spell-bomb, which may or may not have been strong enough to reach into the banished realm of a certain empire which I will not confirm or deny the existence of and that’s the end of it, so, is there anything you want me to help you with Thrin or do you want to have a bit of a spar?”

“I haven’t had a chance to spar with anyone seriously since Discord left to do his job. Sounds fun.” Thrin said putting the picture back into his cube.

“And about the help?” I brought up. “I want to get that done before putting myself in a fighting mood.”

“Well I have been having a lot of problems with two of my main projects.” Thrin said tapping his chin before pulling out a yellow book with a lightning bolt on it. “I’m trying to make a spell tome about this big, but with near infinite pages so I can place all the spells from the Fire Emblem Tomes into it. That way I don’t need to switch which one I’m using in a fight and can put the rest of the spells I know in one place. I already have the spells I want to use to place defenses on it ready but I have no idea how to get the main book done. Not even any of the Champions I am willing to turn into can help with this.”

“Hmm, follow me I have something that could work.” I say as I lead him down a hallway.

“Ah, here we are, my private workshop, now what you need is a Mylinian Item known as a Mana Archive.” Upon hearing this Thrin’s eyes gained a gleam of curiosity. “... stop that you look like Twilight.”

“But unlike Twilight I can control myself.” Thrin chuckled.

“Yeah, just don’t start drooling when you see my library. Now, the Mana Archive is actually not of Dwarven or Even Human make in Mylinia, it was actually the Dragonkin who created such a useful utility, akin to the tablets of Earth, Mana Archives had holographic pages and near unlimited storage space to house information and even display demonstrations visually with a 3D projection more defined than video. Many great wizards used these devices to an extreme, creating artificial guides from copies of their consciousness so that they may continue to teach the next generation.”

“That last part sounds like the Jedi and Sith Holo-cubes or whatever they were called.” Thrin mused.

“Except these holograms are sentient and can choose to bar you from learning if you are unworthy, even going so far as to overload the gemstones keeping the thing together, essentially killing themselves, it’s not hard to make a normal one however, though if you want to try the guide thing you’d need some Arcanite for the brain, anyways, to make one all we need is some empty book covers, a rechargeable mana battery, and several gems to program it all.”

Thrin pulled out a purple book with a strange fusion of an A, T, and Star in the center of the cover and handed it to Orgran. “This is the book I wanted to enchant. I’ve kept it on me incase I made a breakthrough.”

I grab some gems and proceed to cannibalize the book for the cover alone, then placed each gem in a spot and carved a Dragonkin rune for each aspect, control, archive, assimilate and display, before hooking up the mana gem to be the battery and turned it on. “Spellbook please.”

Thrin began pulling book after book out of his cube and placed them on a table. once he was finished with the books he started pulling scrolls out. “How will I add more information to it?”

With that I pick one of the books up. “Simple, it’s built in, you see that amber gem with the rune that looks like a claw picking up a stone? That’s the Dragonkin rune for assimilate.” I tap the book against the rune and watched as the gem lighted up and absorbed the book into it before the flow of mana moved to the Archive gem. “And the purple one here is Display, tap it to bring up the pages, the Control and Archive ones are automated, and to use it simply treat the screen like a tablet, to turn it off simply tap the Display gem again.”

“I’ll admit this is not what I had in mind but I can work with this.” Thrin said. “And this will definitely give me an edge over Bolarc and Dhoulmagus.”

“Hmm, oh yeah, another thing I should mention, if you’re in a pinch simply place your hand onto the Control Gem, that’s the emerald, instead of tapping Display, then you can simply think up what you need and the Archive gem, the red, will transfer the right spell into your brain.” I say as I have it assimilate the rest of the books and scrolls before passing it to him.

“Orgran you literally just solved EVERY problem I had with this project!” Thrin enthusiastically said. “If I make more for my Equestria I promise you’ll not only get full credit for this but most of the profits that would normally go to me for introducing it.”

“Doing Dranlun’s work you are… anyway, anything else you need help with?”

“Yes. Something similar to this project.” Thrin said and pulled out seven staffs. Two from Dragon Quest and five from Fire Emblem and laid them out on the table. “I wanted to make a personal staff with the combined power of these seven staffs. The five you see here are from Fire Emblem and are the Healing staffs, while these two are the Rune Staff and the Staff of Antimagic from Dragon Quest. I thought i would be a good idea to have other ways of casting healing spells or Fizzle and the Rune Staff can increase my allies defences.”

“...you want just that or do you want to learn some Mylinian spells too? I mean I have been meaning to call up the Merchant for some Arcanite anyway.”

“WIth everything you’re offering I feel the need to teach you more of my spells...even if most of them are from Final Fantasy, Fairy Tail and Dragon Quest.” Thrin said sheepishly.

“I’d be up for it, but really it’s going to be element-neutral spells at most, like Song or Soul magic, if you want what I can do you’ll have to have an earth aspect or get one, and I doubt you’d survive a dip in molten metal or injecting liquid rock into your bloodstream.”

“What about the Champion Malphite or Skarner?” Thrin said Before snapping his fingers. “Wait a minute! I’m forgetting the Champions here!! I have access to the entire Dalmacian Archive not to mention Ionia! Heck I’m teaching the Rainbow of my world Wuju. Who would have thought she’s a natural at being a Monk.”

“Oh please, Skittles is about as subtle in martial arts as she is in hiding her massive Les-boner for Applejack.” I said flatly. “The things she does with her lasso when she thinks no-pony’s looking would make Molestia blush.”

“Dude she gave up on her dream of becoming a Wonderbolt for this training. The one in my world is a lot more mature than I first thought. Tell you what. I’ll make a Lacryma of the Archive magic and put a lot of the Dalmacian spells into it. Then I’ll send it to you as payment for the Mana Archive and staff. Deal?”

“Sure, come on, I still need that Arcanite, and if you don’t want it, you’ll get to meet the Merchant, so either one’s good.” I say as I pull out the copper summoning statue.

“It would be interesting to meet the Merchant.” Thrin said with a shrug. “But I’ll just stay back and let you do business with him. I don’t want to risk screwing your deal up.”

“Relax, the only way you’d manage that is if you thought to punch him.” I begin the summoning call, and as expected he arrives.

“Ah, Orgran, my trusted supplier, to what-... who’s he?”

“Another displaced, speaking of which, I need some Arcanite to use for some projects.”

“Hmm… well your goods are still high quality, especially that Yveltal plush, just sold it off recently, here.” he says before passing me a generous chunk of it.

Then he looks right at Thrin with that creepy not-visible-grin of his. “Say? Got any siblings or friends you’d like to meet again, I’m sure I could arrange something…”

“So could Shopkeep or the other versions Arashi and Cecil.” Thrin calmly said.

“Argh.” the Merchant spat. “So you’re part of Shopkeep’s little club huh? No matter I can find other deals to make.” he tapped his chin. “But say, now that I look at you… you’ve already got someone out here, a sister, perhaps? What if I said I could… nudge you, in the right direction?”

Thrin looked at the Merchant for a few moments then sighed. “What do you want.”

“Well it’s rather simple, I’ve been recently discovering some displaced are tampering with my spells, so my items have begun to fail 50% of the time, I can’t stop them but… they have no way of countering another displaced’s enchantments, if you accept you’ll see many of my defective props in your room, simply give it a working spell and I’ll collect it later.”

“Does it matter what kind of enchantment I put on the items?” Thrin asked.

“Yes, it needs to be the same kind as I use, the method isn’t important, so long as it displaces the poor sap as what they dressed as to another Equus.”

“Is it safe to assume you’ll teach me the spell if I accept?”

He laughed at that. “Please, if my kind of spells were still effective, why would I have another use them? No, I only care about the end result, I don’t care how you do so, even go to that Shopkeep and buy one of his spells for it, as long as it works I’ll be happy.”

He reaches his hand out. “Do we have a deal?”

Thrin was silent for a couple of minutes before shaking the Merchant’s hand. “Deal.”

“Excellent.” he pulled his hand away, revealing he placed a strange rune into Thrin’s palm. “That will draw your sister’s Token to you so long as you pour magic into it, and once it arrives, allow you to summon yourself to her Equestria using it instead of waiting for her to find yours… farewell.” and in a puff of smoke he was gone.

Thrin shuddered. “Can’t help but feel like I made a deal with a devil here.”

“Yeah, but if anything he always keeps to his deals, so if he says it’ll work…”

Thrin shook his head. “Well as...uncomfortable as that was it’s good to know I’ll find my sister soon.”

I clap my hands. “So! Staff design?”

“I want to to look like a simple wooden staff with a grey wolf carved at the top. In most fantasy setting the fancyer the staff the stronger it is. Not many would expect a simple walking stick to be a powerful mages staff.” Thrin said with a smile.

“Should I also use the Arcanite I’m gonna put into it to make it so the head bites anyone except you trying to use it?”

“Yes please but make it so if I give someone permission they can use it. That way my friends can use it in an emergency.”

“Got it.” I begin work. “Last thing, song or soul?”

“What do they do?”

“Soul allows you to manipulate soul energy and turn your astral projection into a fully fledged poltergeist, good for either spying, fear tactics or it’s halloween and you need to explain what Five Nights at Freddy’s is. Song Magic is one that affects reality based on the songs played and the user’s intent with that song, for example, songs like Disturbed’s ‘indestructible’ would make you an absolutely terrifying beast on the battlefield, have you use the heavy rock to cause the earth to quake, or have the guitar riffs unleash sonic attacks, although if it’s for entertainment it will let you summon a demonic band to play alongside you or something.”

“So Song would be good for Pentakill or Sona as I’m not much of a musician.” Thrin pondered. “Soul is sounding more useful to me at the moment… I’ll go with Soul.”

“... um, I was going to mention the song plays through the staff from your mind but whatever.” I prepare to add the Soul Magic emblem into the piece I’m using.

“What I mean is that I could not only attack with their normal abilities but can also use other music to disorient my foe’s and the other effects from the magic.” Thrin explained.

“I see.” I hammer the emblem in then continue on with my work. “Soul is a double-edged sword, much like the crotch-plate, while useful, it’s not recommended to try and use the astral projection abilities until you’ve ensured your body’s safety, as if you don’t… well, it wouldn’t exactly be hard to off someone meditating, if you are using it, the best thing to do would be to use the soul energy around to make Poltergeist minions for those tasks.”

“Thank you for the warning Orgran. I’ll keep it in mind.” Thrin said as he worked on the holographic computer again. “Gotta love the Fairy Tail Archive magic. It may not be as useful as the Mana Archive for battles and the like but it still helps in different ways.”

“Speaking of battles, your staff is ready to-”

*Bark*

...bark?

I look down. “... oops…”

“Did you just give my staff some form of sentience?” Thrin asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I kind of do my job too well… so now you have a pet staff.” I say as I pass him it, the wolf head moving around as it was now alive and acting much like a curious dog.

Aaaand then it burps up a fireball.

“I don’t mind my staff being alive, but where did the fireball come from? It’s components were meant for support.”

“Well… Arcanite is essentially a form of magic given solid form, every Mylinian has it in there blood to allow the use of magic based on their aspects, by the looks of it, your Staff is now able to use the same spells it’s user is capable of.”

It barked again, then coughed a bunch of soot that got…

...into my beard.

“... alright I’m gonna kill it.” I say before yelling and lunging out at the wolf-staff.

“Aero.” Thrin said and a small ball of wind took all the soot out of my beard and placed it in a nearby trash can, and also knocked me away. “You ok Orgran?”

“Fine, anyways, now we’re ready for Sparring, just say ‘I wanna good fight!’ and a fae golem will guide you to the arena, I’ll get the others.” I say as I wander off.

Want to know what a Fae golem is? It’s essentially a fairy carved from a single gem and given life.

...it’s really fucking hard to do.

And so we were at the arena, me and Thrin on opposite ends, friends and royalty in the bleachers, cheering me on.

“You go Orgran!” Pinkie yelled!

“Yeah! Kick this Thrin in Flank!” Rainbow called, and I think I heard a tiny ‘go!’ from Fluttershy.

“...okay now this seems unfair, you mind if I try something?” I ask Thrin.

“Go ahead.” Thrin replied, he pulled his hood up on the way to the arena. He had the staff in one hand and the Mana Archive in the other.

I pull out Thrin’s token and concentrate on the Bleachers opposite of my friends.

“By the will of Drunlan, great spirit king of the Dwarves, grant me connection to another plane, bring me strength I had not attained before, and grace me with the power… to pull.” I say as I clench my free hand.

Suddenly a rift appears, dropping down another group of Mane Six, Princesses, and… Discord?

“Hmmm?” Discord said looking around. “Why Thrin I didn’t know you had a vacation planned for us, but why so soon? I mean I just got back to work.”

“Relax, Discord, you’ll be back the same split-second you left, I was the one to summon you through the link Thrin’s token has with your world, I’m Orgran by the way, and from Celestia’s glare I can tell you know what I’m famous for… also, cute dress Celly.”

“Thank you. I admit I wasn’t a fan of this form at first but I’ve come to enjoy it.” Thrin’s Celestia said. “But that doesn’t mean you’re getting off easy for giving Thrin those crystals.”

“Please don’t, I already dealt with my Celestia going Daybreaker and nearly roasting me alive once she transformed, I don’t need another.”

My Celestia winced at the comment. “Not… my greatest moment.”

“Who said anything about attacking you?” Thrin’s Celestia said with a cute yet very creepy smile. “I prepared a special lecture just. For. You.”

“Please, loli-lestia, you’re nowhere near as scary as my wife, so… this is the monk-style Rainbow I’ve heard about, a fresh perspective to know you and not be creeped out about what you do with AJ’s ropes.”

“WHAT!?” My Rainbow and AJ said, both with incredibly red faces, except AJ was glaring at Rainbow.

Thrin’s Rainbow and AJ also blushed but more out of anger than anything. “Kick his ass Thrin!” Rainbow yelled.

“Show him the power of Equestria’s new Arch-Mage!” Luna cheered.

I turned back to him. “So, how hard of an ass-beating do you want? Shall it be no holds barred or do you want me to go easy on the squishy wizard baby?”

Thrin cracked his neck. “Time to let one of the Beasts out of their cage for a while. CHAMPION TRANSFORMATION! CHO’GATH!” A burst of violet light appeared and in Thrin’s place was a massive creature with four arms each ending in a blade. His eyes glowed green with as sharp horns jutted out of his skull. Opening his mouth to roar revealed hundreds of razor sharp teeth. His voice was mostly the same but had an echo. “Let’s see how long I can control one of the Forbidden Champions!”

I, in my masterfully Dwarven style, let out a yawn, checked my gear, then called on my own monster.

“HELL-KNIGHT! ENSHROUD THY KING!”

Now to understand what happens next, you know how Titanfall has mechs that fall from the sky?

Well consider this the opposite, as behind me some demonic rift pulled open from the darkest depths of Tartarus, a massively immense steam powered mech emerged, it’s body like a mix of steel and magma, a helmet that only revealed a raging furnace, and a chainsword and shield which burned with the emberglow of its heart. It climbed out with a hiss and a groan of creaking metal as it grabbed me up and tossed me into its chest as if it ate me, then let out a roar which sent out a pillar of flame from every opening.

My Equestria’s ponies were shocked, eyes bulging out at the unknown terror before them, so I moved my glance to gauge Thrin’s ponies’ reactions. Several of them looked at each other worried, but out of all of them Discord was the most concerned. Discord muttered something but I was still able to hear it. “I think the only reason he’s doing this is because he trusts that Orgran and I could stop him if he loses control. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

My laugh echoed out the machine, the enchantments making it deeper and more sinister. “A fat lot of good Cho’Gath’s gonna do him without any minions to ‘Om Nom Nom’!”

A Fae Golem showed up, glowing a pleasant green. “Fighters ready?” it says in its fluttershy level of cute voice.

“Ready!” I confirm.

“Bring it!” Thrin agreed.

“Then… begin!” it flew out of the way, and I opened in with the best strategy ever!

Beat his head in with the shield! Thrin dodged to the side and brought two of his arms down to pierce the Hell-Knight’s right leg. “Unlike in the League. I have no restrictions!”

“Good! Like how my mech’s not got as many as you think!” I say as I use the opportunity to twist the mech’s hips a perfect 90 degrees to bring my sword down on the two exposed limbs.

“Feral Scream!” Thrin yelled and let loose a roar that shook the ground, knocking my attack away from the sound waves alone. But in a desperate act, as my sword was in my left arm, I move the right down to hook onto them and at least break bone if not rip the limbs off entirely.

“Never challenge a Dwarf in Melee! That’s like challenging Robin Hood to an Archery Match!”

“Yeah! Show him Orgran!” My Twilight cheered.

“Show that beast how a true warrior fights!” My Luna exclaimed.

“Holy shit! He is so hot right now!” Hella stated, making me slightly fearful of the inevitable nighttime activities.

“CHAMPION TRANSFORMATION! WUKONG! GHOST!” Another flash of light and Cho’gath was replaced with by the Monkey King.

Thrin jumped back sweat pouring down his face. “Discord Thrin will want the time for how long I could control Cho’gath later!” Wukong yelled before looking at me. “Sorry to break it to ya but Thrin’s down for now. I had to step in to prevent that overgrown freakshow from taking over.” Wukong smirked. “Don’t worry though he’ll wake up soon. For now it’s time to shake things up! Slow, Haste, Gravity, Oomph, Sap!” Wukong glowed red and green for a moment while his Gravity spell barely managed to pull the Hell-Knight to its knees as it glowed green. Wukong didn’t seem to care that the Slow spell didn’t seem to do anything. “Libra.” He muttered as he ran towards the Hell-Knight after reving the device on his back.

“I’m glad nothing bad happened with Cho’gath.” Discord said reforming his head as it had melted from worry.

“I agree.” Thrin’s Fluttershy said as she moved out from behind Luna. “I know that it was Thrin in control but just the feel of that form felt...wrong. As if it was a cornered fox just waiting for the right moment to pounce.”

“That’s not all.” Thrin’s Pinkie said her entire body hadn’t stopped shaking. “I saw a look in Cho’gath’s eye. That was the look of someone ravenous for food, but I’m scared to think what kind Cho’gath would want.”

“YEAH GO GET HIM TEACH!” Rainbow yelled as she put an arm around Pinkie.

I open up the chest cavity and leap. “BOOT TO THE HEAD!” I say before dive-kicking towards his face.

Wukong easily dodged and counters with his own kick. “You’ll have to be better than that to hit the Monkey King!”

“You think being a monkey king is worthy?! LISTEN GOOD YOU FURRED FARCE! I AM THE DWARVEN KING!” I raise my arms and giant stone copies erupted from the earth to his sides, and I slam them down having them mimic my moves.

“You’re a foolish little man. I GET STRONGER THE MORE FOES I FACE BUT WHY DON’T WE EVEN THE ODDS!” Wukong yelled as he plucked some hairs off his body and threw them into the air. In a puff of smoke each fur had transformed into a clone and took one one of my copies.

“You’re not facing multiple foes, just one! But if you manage to beat my mindless golems, I will be forced to pull my trump card.”

“Wait, he has a trump card?” My Celestia asked, worried just as the Wukong clones destroyed the last copy.

“Impressive, this shall be my last technique before I face you with strength alone, are you ready? Both body and mind?”

“I might as well take the brunt of this attack for Thrin. After all we’re one in the same.” Wukong said with a cheeky smile. “Try it beardy.”

I breath a deep sigh, and close my eyes, focusing inward, and when they opened, they were black pits.

“I call upon the power of the Black-Heart, Blessed Piece of the corpse of Olthok, to bring about the gifts of the undead.” my voice was cold, emotionless, as it needed to be.

“I call upon the greatest warriors to take form and fight alongside me, to face the challenge ahead with no fear.” I look as my chest had opened, revealing the beating necrotic organ.

“Gift me the bodies of the dead to fight.” I open my eyes again and smirk as I heard the groans of skeletal warriors behind me, formed from mist and-

Wait… why is Celestia and the others more scared than usual? And why are they crying, what’s-

And that’s when I saw it, the skeletal warriors I summoned… they weren’t ponies.

These were Dwarven skeletons.

“Rustbeards… no, no that can’t be possible…” I say with fear, clutching my now healed chest with one hand and my head with the other.

“I take it that these are the same kinds of Dwarfs that you had in your world?” Wukong said before tilting his head. “Looks like my times up. Thrin’s woken up again. See you later my fellow King.” A flash of light and Thrin was back to his normal form.

“I am NOT turning into any of the Forbidden Champions again for a while.” He groaned.

Though eventually he sees my panic attack at looking at the Dwarven skeletons.

“This, this can’t be right it’s impossible, I can only summon the dead of this world, how did Rustbeards form?” I feared as I turned around at the sound of more.

My heart almost stopped.

“There’s… there’s too… how, HOW IS THERE SO MANY OF YOU!? WHY ARE YOU ALL TRAPPED!?” I panic. “The Black-Heart can only resurrect those that refuse to leave, but this isn’t possible.” I was breaking down, tears in my eyes, this wasn’t a squad or even an army.

This was a clan, several hundred thousand strong, both men, women and children that refuse to pass on all heeding my call.

I pulled an entire clan from their graves.

They were here. My breathing quickened as my mind raced, all these, soldiers, innocent all dead and stuck to the mortal realm like flies to a web…

“Orgran.” Thrin said as he placed a hand on my shoulder. HIs hood was down and tears flowed from his eyes. “I might...I might know a Champion that can help. That can send them on their way, but the choice is yours. I will not force you but I think this should mark the end of our spar. We have more important things to do now.”

“You… you don’t understand, even if one clings, their families can guide them to the afterlife, the only ones that should be here are lone warriors, but no, there’s too many, too many killed too quickly to guide the lost.” I was truly gone, I pulled the Half-elf into a hug as I sobbed. “Why… why is there so many? What could kill so many of my kin like this? And why are they here?”

“I don’t know my friend but I think this one does.” Thrin said drawing my attention to a Dwarf wearing a Gold Studded eyepatch.

“Ilnarok… I know him, that means this was my… Orgran’s original clan.” I walk up to the undead. “Who… what did this.”

He whispered in a long dead language, but I knew it well enough. “No… he’s dead, I saw him die!” he spoke further, and my eyes widen, I blinked away the tears as I steadied my heart. “Thrin, help them pass on, they should not cling to this world with what they have seen.”

“I do not know if this will work but I will try.” He said getting to his feet and taking a few steps towards the Dwarves and in a somber voice he said. “Champion Transformation. Soraka.” A flash of light and in his place stood a very tall purple skinned woman with cloven hooves for feet, a golden-yellow dress, long white hair, a red cape, a large horn sprouted from the center of her forehead, and in her right hand is a large golden staff with a crescent moon at the top.

Holding the staff in the air Thrin said. “To you who have passed. To you who are trapped. Let me bless and guide you on your way to the after life. Let me help you find the peace you deserve. Let my song and dance bring you to rest.” And with that Thrin started to sing in a language no one could understand and a slow dance as he started to circle the entire Dwarven Clan. The process took some time but Thrin never stopped his song or dance until the last of the Dwarves had moved on and their skeletons returned to the earth.

Though Ilnarok, even when his spirit was freed, he clung for one more thing, he tapped Thrin’s shoulder to get his attention, then spoke, in english.

“Thank you…” his eyepatch glowed. “If you ever see that Warwick again, tell him I called him a bastard…” and with that he was gone and Thrin fell to his knees panting heavily.

“How...did he know Warwick?”

“He doesn’t, what made him a good leader was his left eye, with it he could see an entire person’s life story, the eyepatch allowed him to control it.”

“That must have been...useful.” Thrin said before changing back to his normal form as he collapsed unconscious.

I sighed and looked to our interdimensional guests as I sent Hell-Knight back to his pocket dimension. “I’m… sorry you had to see all that, it was… let’s be blunt here it was kinda bucked up, wasn’t it?”

“You’re telling me!” Discord said as he made Thrin a little more comfortable. “I’ve seen many kinds of Chaos, but that aura around those Dwarves...Frankly it wasn’t the kind Chaos that should be. It was nothing but Death, Pain and Misery.”

“That’s because that wasn’t chaos magic that clung to those bones, Discord, I now know what demon the Caribou work with and what killed those people… Discord, what you felt on them wasn’t Chaos, it was Entropy, more specifically that was Nether Magic.”

“Entropy based magic!” Discords eyes went wide. “That’s forbidden throughout the entire Multiverse!”

“These aren’t just users, they’re made of the stuff!” I shook as I remembered what my old leader told me.

“The Netherborn helped the Caribou kill my home!”

After the situation had calmed I opened a rift and helped everyone through, stopping at Thrin who was leaning on Discord for support.

“Guys I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you with all the heavy stuff, and I won’t force you to help me fight the Caribou or the Netherborn.”

“Don’t be foolish Orgran.” Thrin said looking me right in the eyes. “You’re my friend and I wouldn’t feel right leaving you to fight this alone. While I might not be able to help directly in fights due to my own problems with Bolard and Dhoulmagus but I can spread the word about this Demon to other Displaced I meet. Some might be able to send aid and I KNOW the other versions of me will do the same once I tell them.”

“Thanks… I’m gonna need all the help I can get as well, this isn’t just the Netherborn, Dainn wishes to revive the Netherlord, he was practically unstoppable before, we only won last time because Interse… sacrificed himself to save me… I-I don’t know how we’ll manage without support.”

“Arashi gave me a bag of Tokens that he said I might find useful before he left. I’ll try to contact some of them and tell them of the Netherlord. Before I was Displaced I heard of a school to teach new Displaced. I know some of the teachers were in the War of Shadows and a few might have been in the first Displaced war. The War of Understanding. Some of them might be able to help if we can find the right Tokens.” Thrin said before shaking his head sadly. “In the meantime I’ll try to wrap up at least one of my problems and continue training but I can’t ignore my duties as the first Arch-Mage since Starswirl.”

“The problem is I’m not sure mindless destruction is what he wants anymore after seeing the goals of the Caribou…” I caught onto something to perfectly lighten the mood. “Wait, so considering our relationship wouldn’t that make you my Arch-rival?”

“If Sans was here I’m sure he’d at least chuckle at that pun, but I think we have more of a friendly rivalship going on Orgran. I am glad I was able to help your people.” Thrin said giving a dry emotionless smile. “I wish you the best of luck my friend. May the Arcane guide your path and always enlighten you when you need it most.”

“You’d hate me right now if you knew my human name.”

“I doubt it.” Thrin said.

I smirk. “Before I was displaced my full name was Ark Kane.”

Thrin chuckled not having the energy to laugh. “So I guess what I said is even more fitting. Never lose sight of who you are now and who you were. That is how I chose to live anyway. Who knows. Something in our pasts on earth may give us hints for the future.”

I smile. “See you later, old friend.” I usher them through, and once they headed in I called back into the portal. “And Discord! What I said to this world’s version applies to you too! Touch my beard and you’re dead!”

Discord shrugged. “I wasn’t even going to do that in any case… well maybe touch it up if you asked but I know what kind of Chaos I don’t want to create. I’d be a bad balancer of the scales if I didn’t. I just wish more versions of me thought that way.”

“Then you’re smarter than this one, he threatened to turn my beard into licorice if his reformation didn’t work!”

“Moron.” Discord said as he helped Thrin through the portal. I closed it behind me…

And promptly collapsed.

Man… FUCK today!!

Author's Note

Thrin showed up again! this shit got heavy too!

lemme know what you think!